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spnfanficpond · 3 months
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New Member Spotlight - December 2023
The Pond is always growing and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family, along with a little info about them!
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Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!
@mayalaen -
Other SM names? - Mayalaen on AO3, Discord, Twitter, Bluesky, LiveJournal, Dreamwidth, etc.
OTP? - I'm a multishipper so no true OTP.
Other fandoms? - Mostly Stranger Things, OFMD, Stargate SGA/SG1, Star Trek, X-FIles, and Angel the Series/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but I'm interested in a lot of fandoms.
Looking for in the Pond? - I like to encourage people to write and create and I like to make friends in fandom. I was referred to the Pond for that by some members.
Something to signal boost? - I run a monthly writing/art challenge on AO3 called SPNColdestHits that you guys have already been boosting (THANK YOU!!). It's multifandom now and accepts art and original fic, not just fanfic. This is the AO3 collection link and of course, we're @spncoldesthits here on Tumblr, but we're also on Discord, Twitter, Bluesky, and Pillowfort.
Pairings you read? - I'll read pretty much any pairing, poly or otherwise. I'm not interested in reader insert, but I've read some.
Genres you read? - I prefer darkfic and/or kink, but I read anything.
Favorite writer(s)? - Xanthe Walter, but they haven't been active in fandom for about 2 years now.
What do you like to write? - My favorite is darkfic, D/S AU, and kink, but I also love writing crack and all other genres.
Masterlist!
Most underappreciated fic? - It's newer but it has the least amount of hits from the list of non-crack/non-gift fics and is an SPN/Blacklist crossover. Caging the Mongoose.
Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I really would like to write some SPN/HDM fusions. I keep toying with the idea, but have never posted any of them. I always work better when I have prompts or ideas from others to spur me on.
.@leatafandom -
Other SM names? - @leatawrites, Leata (AO3 and Discord)
OTP? - Sabriel
Other fandoms? - Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Marvel, BBC Merlin, Star Trek, Doctor Who
Looking for in the Pond? - I could use some help with tags and challenging myself to write different things.
Pairings you read? - Ships, Gens, Poly fics
Genres you read? - Angst is my favorite but fluff and smut are always wonderful
Favorite writer(s)? - Yes, @idabbleincrazy on Tumblr or Gabriel_is_my_guardian_angel89 on Ao3
What do you like to write? - Angst, Horror, Smut, Bittersweet/Sad Things
Masterlist!
Most underappreciated fic? - My most underappreciated story is probably one of my original horror short stories. My most underappreciated fanfic is probably Becoming One,Two, and One Again.
Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? -I really would like to write more horror however I feel like I struggle with expressing fear, scenery/detail descriptions, and word choice
@oganizediguana -
Other SM names? - Oganizediguana on Discord
OTP? - Destiel
Other fandoms? - I tiptoe through many fandoms, but SPN is my home. Good Omens
Looking for in the Pond? - I’d love to get encouragement for writing and the confidence to share my work. But I’d also love to just meet interesting people.
Pairings you read? - 99% destiel
Genres you read? - I read it all, but mutual pining slow burn is what makes me feel all the things. I love a good canon-compliant AU. I’m happy with anything that ends happily. Or at least hopefully.
Favorite writer(s)? - On AO3: NorthernSparrow, tenoko1, saltnhalo, there are so many amazing authors in this fandom!
What do you like to write? - Everything seems to turn into angst.
Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I’d like the confidence to share what I have written.
@dragonslayer-5fanfiction -
Other SM names? - Ao3- Dragonslayer5
Other fandoms? - haikyuu, daria, lotr/the hobbit, tmnt
Looking for in the Pond? - I just want to make friends and read good fanfic. I like to beta read. Maybe write some fanfic, but I have writer's block rn.
Pairings you read? - Reader insert
Genres you read? - Fluff, crack. One bed, and arranged marriage forced proximity tropes.
What do you like to write? - Reader inserts. Fluff.
Masterlist! AO3 Works list
Most underappreciated fic? - Do You Think About Me? (not SPN)
Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? -Honestly, writing two characters from the Fandom. I typically stick to reader insert, and I'm a little scared I won't get the characteristics right or the dynamic.
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That's all for this month, folks! (If we're missing anyone, let us know and we'll add them to next month's list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @katbratsupernaturalwhore and @heavenssexiestangel!
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dusty-self · 25 days
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Daemonism - Settling & Size
I’ve been thinking a lot about settling, both in an AU sense and in a practicing one. I think I may end up writing a series of posts about it as I want to get it out of my head and because there’s a lot of different thoughts and opinions. One post would be too long and too chaotic. 
*Quick Disclaimer* With this I’m not trying to make any grand statements on how what is right and how daemonism should be done. There’s lots of ways to practice and one isn’t better that the other. This is all just for fun. However you practice is valid. 
That said, let’s jump into it
Whenever I think about a daemon AU, my mind always finds its way to large daemons. I think about how difficult it must be to have one, how the world we know isn’t designed for them, and how hard it must be to move through life with one. All the things that must be done to compensate an elephant or a horse in their daily lives. It’s fun to think about and for sure. There would have to be so many adaptations in society to compensate them, but I want to try and look at something different. How common ARE large daemons?
Firstly, this is all theoretical. There’s no way to measure this. But I think it’s fun so let’s give it a shot! From what I’ve seen online and from what I’ve read from the HDM series, most daemons are small. They rarely exceed the size of a dog or a wolf. I don’t see a reason why there CAN’T be larger forms. I think that if the form fits, and a daemon is a deer for example, then said daemon would settle as a deer. Limiting daemons to all being small also rules out so many interesting animals for your daemon to settle as. That being said, based on the HDM series we know that a daemon can’t be chosen, but can be influenced by their surroundings (I may make a separate post about this). For now, I think it’s fair to assume there is a bias towards settling as smaller forms. It’s simply more convenient to have a smaller daemon than a large one.
This is all fine and good but it does really answer the question of how common large daemons are. I’ve spend a lot of time looking at statistical distributions over the last couple of days. I think that the best one I’ve found would be the power law, also called the 80-20 rule (graph below). In show up all the time in physics, biology, nature, psychology, and a whole lot of other places. It describes the distributions of things inside a system. For example, we could look at as the distribution of wealth, with 20% of the population holding 80% of the resources. This also applies to things like frequency of words used in literature, number of earthquakes to magnitude, and size of solar flares. It all falls roughly into this curve. This is also what I’m proposing for the frequency of daemon sizes. 80% of the population would have daemons under a certain size, 20% of daemons are over that size.
Now there are still some problems with this. Picking what that size is is pretty arbitrary. For this I think it’s fair to to say that anything around the size of a wolf is still pretty common, but anything bigger starts to be on the rarer side. I also think that this implies that truly tiny daemons, like insect, are the most common and I don’t think that holds true either. Maybe some sort of bar graph would work better. There’s flaws for sure, but I think it’s a good start. 
So to bring it back to an AU, I do still think that there would have to be would have to be accommodations for large daemons. 20% of the population is still over 1.5 billion people. The truly massive daemons would be rare, but there would have to be in measures in place for them even if 0.05% of the population had on around the size of an elephant that’s over 4 million people. Something would need to be in place for them. If the world always had them, then it should be ready. It would be interesting to see how things would need to change with the relatively recent population boom as there would also be an increase in large daemons. 
That was a long one. I’m not a mathematician so I may have gotten something wrong. Like I said before, this is all speculation. I’d love to hear what you thought about it!
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mayalaen · 16 days
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what i'm working on
Somebody asked me to post titles and summaries of what I'm working on. I don't think they expected THIS much but I always have tons of stuff in my working folder.
In His Image - (ST) the Steddie genderswap fic I'm currently posting.
CONventional Psychopathy Part 4 - (SPN) Dean takes Cas to Gadreel's loft to recover. Also working on Part 5, 6, and 7.
How I Spent My Summer Probation - (ST) Eddie fic with disciplinarian Uncle Wayne and Papa Hopper
OCF - (ST) omegas in a correctional facility for a certain Fishie
Eyeless (named after the Slipknot song) (Fargo/ST) Gator from Fargo in prison with Billy and Eddie fic
Bullseye Studios - (ST) a pr0n studio just outside Hawkins
The Billionaires' Club - (SPN AU) Billionaires are outlawed and once they hit $1b in assets, they're assigned a caretaker who disciplines them and keeps them from being evil.
?Vampires? - (SPN/AtS/BtVS) Dean gets turned by Spike and has his entire life changed in the blink of an eye.
?Interrogation Room? - (ST) shortfic? where Hopper decides Eddie, Billy, and Steve have gotten into too much trouble and need a firm hand so he spanks them in the interrogation room but oops Billy likes it!
?Eddie Has Siblings? - (ST) Eddie has an abusive older brother and sister. Wayne got him away from them, but they've come to Hawkins to visit baby brother.
Caging the Mongoose Timestamp - (SPN) Dean fucks up. Bad. And on purpose for attention. So he gets spanked right in an interrogation room in The Post Office by Dembe and Cooper.
A Faceless Demon - (SPN) KinkDotCom fusion with Van helping Dean let go of some shit.
You Live Here Now - (Fargo/ST) Munch doesn't blind Gator. He drops him off at a ranch in Hawkins, Indiana instead where Hopper, Billy, and a few others help rehabilitate him against his will.
?Eddie & The Basketball Team? - (ST) Eddie gets into a bad situation at a party. Billy's there to pick up the pieces.
??? - (ST/HDM) Future fic with daemons where Billy is a firefighter living with an abusive partner but his daemon thinks that paramedic guy is a much better partner, and she also thinks his daemon is hot.
Billy Has to Ask - (ST) Max is sick of Billy's shit. El scares the shit out of him and from then on he mostly does what Max says. If he fucks up, she makes him go to an adult and ask for a spanking.
??? - (X-Files/SPN) Sam and Dean are undercover but so are Skinner and Mulder. Skinner doesn't like Dean's attitude or Sam's arguments, so he puts them under FBI care. Namely himself.
?Threesome Soulmate AU? - I don't even know what fandom I want this in but it's an idea that's been stuck in my head for years and wants to come out. An aro, an ace, and a demi are all very reluctant soulmates.
Long Distance Call - (SPN) Dean's an omega without an alpha until their newest roommate, Pamela Barnes, moves in.
I'm probably missing a few, but there ya go!
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issuedsideways · 7 months
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okay so i haven't worked on it in several years and i am absolutely in no place to go rewriting it right now because i am in the middle of other fics!! but. i do have like 30k of a draft of a Tony Stark/Artemis Fowl daemon AU/HDM fusion that i am unbelievably serious about.
unfortunately i probably need to overhaul the entire plot but it has some serious promise. the gist is that Tony meets Artemis and they get along immediately, which completely accidentally spirals into the two of them dismantling the disaster Howard got himself into with the Magisterium. (he is involved with intercision privately, and publicly he is a big name in the scientific community re: Dust. as well as owning the only transatlantic airship line) (this is all vitally important to the plot)
Tony is mostly kept out of these things. but Artemis, who is very interested in Dust for magical reasons as well as scientific reasons, takes meeting him as opportunity to make a connection and gets an invite to their home and everything (which is absolutely not for theft reasons.) except then they actually end up getting along (not the plan.) so now all of a sudden they're attached. and Artemis starts questioning things that Tony has no answers to and together they get too suspicious.
there's a whole thing about both of them having male daemons and how that plays out for both of them different in a fantasy homophobia kind of way, because i think that's so compelling and i want to give Artemis a gender crisis (ask me about my trans girl Artemis headcanons)
and there is so much daemon touching in this fic (consensually and otherwise) because it's so interesting to me. give me unique and strange kinds of intimacy and violation that absolutely cannot exist in the real world and i start biting. plus i'm so invested in the Howard drama i have invented for him. there is something to the worldbuilding in the HDM universe that makes me go feral i stg
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ryttu3k · 1 year
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A brief selection of Sascha-related AUs I have floating around in my head, posting to keep track of them all. Content warnings for... basically everything relating to Sascha's backstory, and the Dracon's.
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Already posted: university AU, Youtuber AU (with some extra bits here and here), crossovers (Sascha features in the HDM and Pokemon ones, more on the HDM one here), and a nice silly non-Sascha one.
The Dracondoption AU: In 1002, the Keeper of the Faith writes to the Dracon after Myca's Embrace and is like, "So you know how Symeon is just like Antonius? He just Embraced his first childe and he's just like you." Dracon goes 'oh hell no' and returns to Constantinople, promptly adopting Myca as his own adoptive childe. Symeon is displeased, but what's he gonna do against his methuselah grandsire? A lot of ideas here were somewhat recycled into...
The Clanswap AU: Going in briefly here because I’m writing this one! tl;dr Etrius is better able to insulate Myca from Goratrix and Embraces them in 1022 as one of the first Tremere. Surprisingly, things go a lot better than expected. When Myca inevitably finds their way to Constantinople, they also find something unexpected for a Tremere scholar - a new, largely Tzimisce family. There's a bit on it here, although some details will be changing for the fic.
Beneath the cut: The AU Where Ilias Survives, The AU With More Carpathian Politics And Much Less Constantinople Bullshit, The Cyberpunk AU, The AU Where It Started Out As A Cute Tattoo Artist And Florist AU Then Cults Happened, The Knight And The Dragon AU (I wrote like 2k on that one I'm sorry), aaand now the Zelda AU.
The AU Where Ilias Survives
Based on this excerpt from Margaret Rogerson's Vespertine, and the idea of Dracon!Myca, good version.
Ilias survives his possession by the Eldest. He's traumatised, feels incredibly guilty over everything, and probably needs a long time to recover, but he does recover in time, and is able to help Myca - the new Myca-and-the-Dracon - in turn.
In canon, the Dracon had lost Antonius, and Gesu, and Michael, and Constantinople. The Dream was dead. He wanted to follow suit. Myca had just lost Ilias, and their entire household, and probably most significantly, their faith and trust in Symeon. They were both extraordinarily alone, so they just... built this defensive wall and did not let anyone else in. But what if Ilias survived? He'd probably throw himself into looking after Myca as a way to atone for what happened. And he's got this tremendous capacity for empathy. Myranda's explanation for how he survived points out that even after the Eldest burnt him to death, he was still able to gently heal and look after the one who killed him and who permanently traumatised his lover. They'd need time to heal together, but Ilias being there would change things enormously.
So Ilias lives, and is able to support Dracon!Myca, show them love and compassion and tenderness. Myca knows how to love someone (even if they hadn't yet been able to say it). The Dracon knows how to love, but his most recent relationships were, um, dysfunctional. But with Ilias there to show him what a loving relationship is actually like? They'd... admittedly probably be very dependent on Ilias, but still significantly more stable. And with his support, the Dracon and Myca are able to work out a way to live a balanced existence.
Also,
Ilias: "*kisses Myca on the cheek* For my flower ❤️ " Myca: 😊 Ilias: "*kisses Myca on the other cheek* For my dragon ❤️ " Dracon: ................🥺
The AU With More Carpathian Politics And Much Less Constantinople Bullshit
Goratrix manages to reach a Carpathian Tzimisce after all in his attempts to kill Myca. They still Embrace them rather than kill them. Lugoj already has a canon connection with Myca, so why not make him their sire? He still serves as a mentor and teacher, just more directly here; Velya, with no Dracon-related issues with Myca this time around, does as well.
Lugoj is from an absolute mess of a line, his sire Noriz is full-on Evil Tyrant, two of Noriz' childer, Rachlav and Lukasz, are basically at war, and Koban starts out in the Anarchs but ends up tyrannical himself. Koban was canonically Myca's mentor, so it'll be fun if they meet earlier, and maybe here Myca can learn Koldunic sorcery from him? I also want them to meet Ilias earlier, like just after Dorinta's death, because angry!Ilias is a fun concept.
Slightly messier setting with no Obertus State, meaning there's no buffer between Rustovich and Jurgen (Symeon probably dies in 1204 because one of the main reasons he survives in the first place is Myca ensuring they have somewhere in the Carpathians to flee to. Here, he probably dies trying to save Gesu good riddance, and the entire region is a mess of politics and intrigue.) The Dracon still carries out his revenge against Nikita, but doesn't end up in Myca's custody (I get the feeling Jurgen picked Myca specifically to send him to because of Myca's involvement in setting up the Obertus State and running interference between him and Rustovich, and that doesn't happen here). His story continues, but Myca is unlikely to be involved (unless they visit Ilias' great-grandsire Damek in Sarmizegetusa?).
Lugoj is... relatively undefined compared to Velya, if only by virtue of his possible much earlier death, so it's free real estate there. Noriz seems to have little to go on other than 'fucked-up tyrant', and his sire, the methuselah Djavakhi, has absolutely nothing and is only known for Embracing Noriz. Lugoj is unlikely to use and abuse blood bonds, however, since both Noriz is known for using them and he's also one of the founders of the Vaulderie, so Myca is still able to build a respectful relationship with their sire, untainted by forced bonds. Lugoj... probably still ends up going on his little power trip by diablerising Byelobog and then going "you know what, I can totally eat the Eldest" and gets killed for it, but, you know, shit happens. Either way, always-Carpathian Myca plus Koldunism and minus a lot of Draconian bullshit.
The Cyberpunk AU
The Eldest is the creator of the mind upload system, sought after by those wanting digital immortality but not recommended for risk of, well, losing your entire identity. When they near death, they begin the process of uploading themself, only for something to go wrong at the last moment, forcing their son, the Dracon, to link his own interface chips to the Eldest's system to save their life. Eventually, the Eldest reconstructs themself enough to sever that connection, 'birthing' themself onto the network and spreading throughout it, a digital ghost overlooking everything; the Dracon is left with their mind partially online.
It's not going great. His boyfriend Michael is controlling, and makes selective edits to ensure that the Dracon stays dependent, stays with him, is shaped by Michael into being ~everything he is~. When Michael dies in his own attempt to upload himself, the Dracon attempts suicide, including deleting his online components. The Eldest is not having this, and drags the Dracon online fully, although this system is fundamentally unstable.
The Eldest needs a solution. Able to jump into the brain of anyone with an interface chip (although, whoops, the process does tend to burn them out - and the brain they're attached to - in the process), they jump into the brain of Ilias cel Frumos, directing him to upload a stable version of the Dracon into the brain of his lover, Sascha.
It works. It's also traumatic. Ilias' brain burns out, and Sascha has been forcibly fused with another mind riding alongside their own. They... react pretty poorly, not realising that the Eldest has actually been able to upload Ilias' consciousness. Ilias' incredibly strong sense of self allows him to stay compartmentalised without diffusing throughout the network, able to help the Eldest, in turn, work out their own fractured sense of identity after so long as a digital ghost; in gratitude, the Eldest will eventually construct Ilias a new body of discarded flesh and cybernetic parts, and upload him into it.
Meanwhile, though, Sascha deals with the Dracon. They look normal enough, with a few cosmetic upgrades, like a glimmering Virgo constellation across their face, Spica replaced with one eye. When the Dracon is fused to them, more of these lights appear, more lights and shadows to change the whole look of their features. Who are they really seeing when they look in the mirror? Do they even remember what their own face looked like?
(Beckett, the nosy historian, meets Sascha of the glowing face. He meets Ilias, an AI/upload/download. He puts the connections together. He's able to facilitiate a reunion. Maybe together, they'll be able to work something out...)
The AU Where It Started Out As A Cute Tattoo Artist And Florist AU Then Cults Happened
"Also that time-honoured tradition of introverted tattoo artist Sascha who's fine with touching others but has trouble being touched in turn, and Ilias, the sunny florist who just took over the shop next door, and who's just asked Sascha for a huge botanical backpiece, something that will see him spending many hours with Sascha... (No plot there, just fluff XD)"
It starts off pretty fluffy! Tattoo artist and florist in adjoining stores. Beckett works in the bookstore across the road, and his rivalry with Sascha is largely down to competing to get the last double-chocolate muffin from the local bakery, and also because Sascha's cat, Hediye, strongly dislikes how Beckett smells of his dog (who is probably part wolf). Kept getting distracted and switching his major until he ended up buried in debt and needing to start working in retail. Over time he ended up really vibing with it and ended up owning the store. Alternatively, he did fine in academia then realised his teaching options with a PhD in history were pretty much just teaching and went, "...no." Lucita teaches martial arts. Anatole is, well, local priesthood drop-out and conspiracy theorist. (He doesn't have visions, he just enjoys hacking into people's email.) Ilias is involved in the local pagan scene and has an altar out in the woods (which, uh, Anatole definitely saw as Suspicious, they end up clearing it all up later).
Then we got into working out how the Dracon is involved and it all went downhill from there.
The Dracon arrives in town, seeking out Sascha and requesting they hide him from his ex, Michael. Michael is a charismatic high-level member of the Dream cult, complete with religious grandiosity, and believes that in order to be reborn as the Archangel Michael, he needs to die, and is perfectly happy for the rest of his cultists/followers to follow with him. The Dracon went along with it until he couldn't any more, and now he's doing his best to hide, and protect Sascha in the process. Anatole, the one who knows the most about cults and conspiracies, does actually know what Michael's is all about - and he's noticed that Sascha is weirdly familiar with it too.
Sascha grew up in another small town, in a group home run by a mysterious figure known as the Eldest. The three undisputed leaders of the home were the Dracon (the Eldest's adopted son), Michael, and Antonius; when they were teenagers, brothers Gesu and Symeon arrived, becoming heavily influenced by the Dracon and Antonius respectively. Symeon has more or less reached adulthood by the time Myca shows up, but the Trinity still remain, more or less running the home in the increasingly reclusive Eldest's stead, and Myca is taken under Symeon's wing. The Dracon, however, has realised that maybe Not All Is Well here with the Dream, and subtly encourages Symeon to maybe... take Myca away from it all.
Symeon does, legally adopting Myca when he turns eighteen, and moving away. He's still deeply loyal to Antonius, though, and to Michael, and his escape isn't quite as complete as the Dracon would have wanted. Myca still grows up in the confines of the Dream, and it's only when the Dracon contacts them directly as they reach adulthood that they're able to break ties, leave for university, realise that wait a tic was that a cult? Did they grow up in a cult?, change their name to Sascha, and try to start over.
Which they're able to do! Or, at least, until the Dracon and Michael show up again, dragging Sascha's past in with them...
It works out. The Scooby Gang are able to compile evidence of Michael's concerning actions and plans, and the Dracon takes the nuclear option... of contacting his Dad. Who promptly is able to swoop in and have Michael put away for a long time. And with Ilias' help, Sascha is able to Learn How To Love!
(In the mean time, Mithras is a former movie star best known for his military roles, turned small-town mayor. He initially comes under suspicion due to his fanbase/followers referring to themselves as the Cult of Mithras (his breakout role was a cult classic, natch), but it's fine, they're just very dedicated.) He gets re-elected pretty easily, mostly because everyone else dislikes his perpetual opponent, Valerius. His husband Roger is the local mortician, Mithras' secretary, and one of those Power Behind The Throne figures, with a strong dislike for the Giovanni family who came in and immediately monopolised the local funeral parlour that Roger used to run as well. Getting into town politics was his best chance of revenge, really!)
The Knight And The Dragon AU
Based on my tags in this post and joking around about an AU where Myca was born in 1976 and Embraced in 2002, and then it gained sentience or something.
They're still Romanian, now born in Ceausescu-era Romania which was a goddamn time. Their family is high up in the regime, and Myca grows up the eldest of several, studious, a bit spoiled, and always a bit inclined towards weirdness. When they start having 'fits and visions' at age thirteen, their family contact doctors instead of healers, and they're promptly diagnosed with epilepsy... but still end up being recognised as a young mage in the process of Awakening, because the timing had always been a coincidence.
House Tremere is definitely no longer a mage thing at this point. Instead, they're found by the Celestial Chorus, and invited to move to Rome to start studying properly. Their parents, who, at this point, are recognising that there's just a bit of instability in the Communist world in the late 80s, are honestly kind of relieved to send their eldest child abroad!
It's stable for... less than a decade. Myca thrives amongst the Choristers, becoming particularly adept at bibliomancy, and is safely insulated in Italy from the fall of the Ceaucescu regime back in Romania, although they're still able to financially support their family when they're left destitute after the fall (the Chorus looks after their own). They start poking curiously at the queer community, coming out first as gay and then as genderqueer, much more comfortable in their own skin now that they have words to describe themself rather than. Well. Tenth century concepts of gender. They reach adulthood and start getting more involved with Chorus politics, gravitating towards the Guardian Orders and ultimately joining the hunter Order of St George and the Dragon, being vaguely cognizant of stories of 'dragons' back in Romania, and recognising that that means vampires.
Chaos strikes from 1997 to the end of the century, with the Reckoning, the War in Heaven, the Week of Nightmares, and the Avatar Storm. With the Chorus in chaos, Myca opts to focus on what they can do, and returns to the near-unrecognisable Romania, seeking out Dragons to slay to try and at least alleviate some of the sheer disconcertion of being back in their homeland, which no longer at all resembles the country they grew up in. Best to ignore how completely alien they feel in their own homeland, and start looking for Dragons.
The first one they meet is Ilias cel Frumos.
Let's backtrack a little to the 13th century. In 1204, Constantinople is taken by the Fourth Crusade. In the chaos, the Dream that had held together for centuries collapse. Its Patriarch, Michael, allows himself to be killed. Gesu, Saint of the Divinity Within and childe of the long-missing Dracon, burns with his haven, and his brother-childe Symeon, who has no Carpathian childe of his own to pull him to safety, dies with him. The Dracon, long departed, learns of the loss of his city, his lover, and his childe and grandchilde, and is thrown into both further mourning and a burning desire for revenge. His one solace is that his childe, the Keeper of the Faith, has managed to escape, along with the bulk of his library.
His revenge takes decades. In 1232, he finally kills the Archbishop of Nod, Nikita of Sredetz, his grandchilde, and takes his form. In this guise, he comes under attack by the Ventrue Jurgen of Madgeburg, and staked. Jurgen, who has long been in conflict with the Carpathian Tzimisce and not having a convenient Obertus State to put the blame on, decides to sow a bit more discord and send the 'Archbishop' to one of the more influential Tzimisce - Damek Ruthven of Sarmizegetusa.
Damek has a few advantages here. He's old. He's powerful. He has a giant library. He has a tree hosting the soul of his clan founder in his backyard. He's able to work out who 'Nikita' is pretty damn quickly, and consults the God-Tree on what to do; the God-Tree requests that 'Nikita' be buried in the soft soil around its roots, and should a traveller come, to let them see the tree unhindered. The Eldest, still immensely powerful even in their more limited form, calls out, seeking one amongst their blood who will be... suiting.
Ilias, great-grandchilde of Damek, is one of the ones to heed the call. Ostensibly, it's a pleasant-enough familial visit, and Damek gives Ilias no restriction on where he can explore. Ilias, drawn to the God-Tree and the presence within, approaches it - and when he falls back this time, it's no red seed he's been given, but a whole-ass methuselah fused to his soul.
Still, Ilias is actually a pretty good candidate to host the Dracon's soul. He has an extremely strong sense of self, and is able to compartmentalise, to firm the divisions between him and the Dracon. He might be the Dracon's host, but they are not the same people, and the Dracon is permitted a bit of time and space to rest, even as Ilias struggles with everything else that having a methuselah soul merged to his own brings.
The Anarch Revolt takes place. Ilias, who adored his sire, doesn't take part, but does sympathise with those who do; officially considered Autarkis, he still associates with young Anarchs and later Sabbat members who seek freedom, unable to fully have his own but still holding on thanks to the teachings he had learned through the Path of Pleasure.
Several centuries pass.
By the 21st century, Ilias is well and truly an elder of some nine centuries, Autarkis, an immensely powerful koldun, possibly single-handedly responsible for keeping the Path of Pleasure alive, and a bit, uh, prone to decades-long naps, when even he feels the Dracon's ennui. The Dracon, for his part, mostly sleeps in the back of Ilias' mind; when awake, he can find it a little easier to cope with company, and spends his nights deepening his knowledge, reading, corresponding with the Keeper, the only one who knows he's still alive. To all others, he's a long-missing relic of Constantinople, who dropped off the radar some time in the early thirteenth century, and for the most part, that's exactly what he is with Ilias in the driver's seat. Ilias, for his part, carries out his yearly traditions as a Priest of Jarilo, even as followers become fewer and fewer; still, he has a methuselah's persuasion, and more than a few mortals in his domain have actually become followers of Jarilo long after the deity would have otherwise been forgotten. A pagan witch-priest known for decadence and both casual and ritualistic sex, and being ridiculously pretty to boot, he has a following that doesn't quite fall under the realm of breaking the Masquerade but certainly pushes the boundaries a bit.
So when Myca goes searching for Dragons, it's Ilias they find, the Dracon resting in the back of his mind. But while Ilias is certainly a Dragon, he's no Fiend, and Myca is more intrigued than anything else. As for Ilias, he's tired. They're both tired. The Dracon has been tired for over a millennium. Ilias is getting there. But now, here's this young mage and their spiritual quest to protect their land from those that would hurt it, and yeah, that... piques his interest a bit. The two spend time together, realise they don't actually mind each other's company. Myca begins to wonder if all vampires are like this, and if so, what does that mean for the Order? Recognising Myca's thirst for knowledge, and the Dracon recognising a kindred spirit, and Ilias realising that he's at dire risk of falling for a mortal, sends the young mage on to the Library of the Forgotten (now somewhere in Central Europe), to learn more about the Cainite world from the Keeper.
Myca arrives at the Library, and it's everything a library mouse would have ever dreamed of, and sure, they're spending time in the company of vampires they had been taught for over ten years were creatures of darkness that meant no good, but they quite like the Keeper and they goddamn love the Library. It has material from Alexandria! They're in love!
...And then word of a mortal mage spending time with the Tzimisce reaches the ears of the Tremere. And, well, the Tremere do like mortal mages and also stealing from the Tzimisce.
By the time the Keeper gets to the scene, Myca is near death. The seemingly-frail old librarian who is actually, you know, a fifth generation methuselah is able to deal with the Tremere interlopers pretty handily, but not even she can save someone who has been exsanguinated. To save Myca's life, or what's left of it, she's forced to Embrace them, as awful and as traumatic as the Embrace of a mage would be, reasoning that better her than the Tremere. She's more or less correct in that, at least, and Myca already likes and respects the Keeper, and yeah, it's as traumatic as expected, and they pull away from the Keeper a bit, who understands because there wasn't really choice involved. After a brief period of adjustment, they return to Romania, and then go to find Ilias again, missing him and feeling something new drawing them together. (It's not Ilias, in fact, that they're being drawn to - rather, it's their new grandsire's soul within Ilias.)
So, the newly-Embraced Myca returns to Ilias (and the Dracon), and they’re now not a mortal and also, to the Dracon, family, and that... changes the dynamic somewhat. Yes okay there's like a nine century age difference, it's fine. Ilias is Alert and Awake and Interested for the first time in what feels like much too long, and the Dracon is intrigued by his new kin, whom his favourite childe saw enough worth in to save, and maybe - maybe they can both be awake for a bit, both be present to help Myca through this. Myca is, well, a bit surprised to learn about a) their grandsire b) being fused to the vampire they've been crushing on staying with, but slowly, they get to know the Dracon as well.
Ilias gets: someone who intrigues him enough to shake off the ennui of centuries. Someone he's fascinated by - a little bit infatuated with. Someone who has this energy and dynamism of youth and very recent mortality that, in turn, revives him as well.
The Dracon gets: family. A new grandchilde. Someone who's so similar to him, and if he's growing fond of Myca, if he's finding positive values in someone he relates to so much, then maybe - maybe those positive values exist in him.
Myca gets: support to deal with their recent Embrace. An entire world of information and knowledge opened up to them with their sire and grandsire and the Library. A Dragon - two Dragons! - who aren't the monsters they've been taught, but who are people, people they can see a life - or an unlife, at least - with.
And it actually goes okay! Myca introduces them to film, and Ilias and the Dracon get The Louis Effect of seeing a sunrise for the first time in centuries - millennia, for the Dracon. They introduce them to the internet and social media. The Dracon joins Livejournal during his time with his and Ilias' body and is immediately assigned dragonkin and also he doesn't mind that much. Myca and Ilias... start growing closer, and Ilias starts finding joy in teaching someone the Path of Pleasure again, and seeing Myca emerge into Cainite unlife with something approaching a stable base of support and also modern knowledge of things like. Psychologists.
Eventually, they'll return to Sarmizegetusa and learn where the Eldest left for, track down Lambach Ruthven, and ask where to find the Eldest. Lambach, who's having the weirdest few centuries ever, points them to New York. Two vampires enter the meat crime ecosystem beneath the city; four leave, with the Dracon enjoying corporeality for the first time in about eight centuries and the Eldest's mood much improved by the Dracon's improving mental health, enough to perhaps leave their underground haven (there still might be biting orchids and lullaby-singing baby-head bushes, though). And a baby mage-turned-fledgling, an elder shaking off ennui like a puppy shaking off water, a methuselah beginning to find value in the world again, and the former-meat-crime-ecosystem-now-Just-A-Dude Tzimisce Antediluvian go about to live out their unlives. (The Eldest might go hang out with Arikel for a bit. See if they can do anything about Saulot's worm situation.)
They change! Isn't that a good thing, for the Clan of Shapers? The Dracon finds there are new books coming out every night. There's livestreams of the great outdoors and high-resolution photos of the surface of Mars and Ghibli anime. There are memes. Ilias gets into debates with mortal pagans over the disappointing lack of ritualistic moonlit orgies in honour of the advent of spring, discovers selfies, discovers selfies with cat-ear filters. Myca attempts to read their way through the entire Library of Alexandria, renews their connection to their homeland, learns fleshcrafting to give themself the body they've always wanted and that they finally feel at home in.
Change! Metamorphosis!
The Zelda AU
VtM: Zelda AU version. Some spoilers for Tears of the Kingdom, mostly setting-related, but also a lot of Zonai-related stuff, including Mineru's whole thing.
The Upheaval isn't quite as bad as the Calamity a hundred and five years earlier, in the end. Sure, there are rocks falling from the sky and Hyrule Castle is floating, but the new caves and sheer abundance of new Zonai ruins will have historians and researchers busy for years. One of the centres of research is the Sheikah village of Kakariko, once quiet, now home of the Ring Ruins and the Zonai Research Team, one of which is led by senior researcher Aristotle and his Squad, Beckett, Anatole, and Lucita.
Some of the Sheikah take it in their stride, others are... less thrilled. Others are extremely unthrilled but also trying not to show it because they're also trying to not let on that this is quite literally the central population of their people, and is just quietly trying to research away without a) having an existential crisis, b) reveal the spirit piggybacking onto them, or c) accidentally flirting with the frankly infuriating Beckett.
Backtrack to that tumultuous century between the Calamity and the reemergence of Princess Zelda. There had been quite a few attempts at taking the throne, mostly by people trying to claim to be long-lost members of the Royal Family, others with different angles. One with a different angle was Michael and his Dream, a charismatic Hylian who claimed to be the mortal aspect of the Goddess of Courage, Farore. Along with him were his lovers Antonius (supposedly an aspect of Goddess of Power, Din) and the Dracon, a Sheikah, an aspect of the Goddess of Wisdom, Nayru. As these Goddesses reborn, clearly they had the legitimacy to rule.
They managed for at least a little while, gathering a small but loud following. Alas, Antonius and the Dracon loathed each other and Michael had an ego that could be seen from space, with the entire Dream collapsing, Antonius and Michael now dead and the Dracon vanished. The surviving members of their followers, including the Dracon's son Symeon and Symeon's young son Myca, scattered, Symeon eventually using his status to become Chief of the small Sheikah village they inhabited. Myca grew up quiet and bookish, skilled with both magic and more intellectual pursuits, aspiring to become a researcher like their famous grandfather, the Dracon. They were fascinated by the Zonai, eventually specialising in their history, and as their knowledge of the world expanded, so too did their realisation that the legacy Symeon still clung to was, frankly, a cult.
So they ran away and joined the Yiga.
That was okay, until it wasn't, with a new hero demolishing the ranks and the esteemed Master Kohga revealed to be, frankly, a buffoon. Myca, now calling themself Sascha, retreated somewhat reluctantly into the Depths with them, then, less reluctantly, threw themself into exploring the Zonai ruins and technology there, too fascinated to walk away. There, they had strange encounters, and in a long-forgotten corner of the Depths, they encountered a familiar spirit - the lingering soul of their grandfather, not a disembodied Poe but a fully-cognizant spirit, who had willingly detached himself from his body when the Dream had turned into a nightmare, using long-forgotten techniques of unknown origin (neither the Dracon nor Sascha would ever learn it was their ancestor Mineru from whom the technique originated).
The Dracon had long been lingering in the company of the Bargainers, especially the one known only as the Eldest. But now he was tired. With Sascha there, he hoped he would be able to move on, perhaps, able to pass on his knowledge to a worthy successor. The Eldest, attached to the Dracon, saw otherwise, and decided to give their favourite disembodied spirit a new body.
Namely, Sascha's.
(The Eldest didn't actually give many considerations to what Sascha or the Dracon actually wanted.)
With no real connections to the Yiga any more anyway, the traumatised Sascha fled back to the surface, using Sheikah (and Yiga) illusion magic born from Shadow magic to disguise their face, taking whatever appearance they felt best fit them at the time. And they kept wandering over the next couple of years, until the Upheaval threw everything into chaos again, with an absolute plethora of Zonai technology falling from the sky, including in the Sheikah village of Kakariko.
It's a little too much to resist. Sascha ends up quietly stealing into Kakariko, passing themself off as just another Hylian researcher, not wanting to reveal either their past with the Yiga or their connection (more literal than most) to the famous Dracon. With the sky falling, will they be able to find the breakthroughs their intellectual side demands, will they be able to avoid the charms of the Frankly Infuriating Beckett, and will they ever be able to come to terms with their past?
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resignedworkaholics · 8 months
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Verse List
Compilation of the verses I have for Q and Marcus - if you are interested in playing in one please like that post and I shall IM you :D
Main Verse : Q's usual life working for MI6, works well for alternate-real-world muses (e.g. Marvel, Sherlock, The Boys, D:BH etc)
Always Creating - Inventor Verse : If your main verse wouldn't allow MI6 to exist, and there isn't a verse for your fandom - this is the general verse for slotting Q into other worlds ♥
Stumbling Through - Early MI6 Verse : Q's early years as a 'new' person, struggling to figure out who he is while casually losing time for unknown reasons
Roads Diverge - Twin Verse : Marcus and Q/Ben were born as twins, events are changed during their childhood and they end up on two opposite sides of the system. If you want a more canon-like Q, you want this verse!
One Man's Familiar - Magic AU : Leaving his family at the age of sixteen, Marcus studied under an old sorcerer until he used forbidden magic to produce a familiar by splitting his soul. With his new companion, he travels around with the intention of setting up either his own shop or a Royal court.
Daemons Walk Among Us - HDM Verse : General daemon information, tends to be adding daemons to the 'main verse' but I also plot in Lyra's world if desired
Shinra's Lab Assistant - Final Fantasy 7 Verse : Following Marcus' digging into research that doesn't concern him while working for Shinra... Q is the production of experiments intended to be used to keep highly ranked SOLDIERs under control, unfortunately, that resulted in a spineless genius so he now just acts as a lab assistant
Lost Purpose - Star Trek Verse : After the capture of the Augment known as Marcus, experimental rehabilitation efforts created Ben; still incredibly smart and efficient, but terrified by violence. Tends to follow Khans around like a duckling [Full write-up to be added!]
Unbidden Occupation - The Host Verse : Following the capture of the human Marcus Thompson, a Soul thereafter named Quartermaster was inserted to use him as a Host. Can be early or late in the invasion - Quartermaster is incredibly smart on his own even before adding Marcus' intellect.
Twice Created - The Boys Verse : Marcus was given Compound V as a child, developed his powers and was given a high level of training. However, this backfired on his father when Marcus learned too much about the family business; resulting in the death of his family and his arrest by the UK Government. Vought attempted to remove Marcus' powers but just wiped his memory instead - leaving Ben to be adopted by the current MI6 Quartermaster and become his protege.
Forgotten Histories - Time Lord AU : Having been on Earth for a few hundred years, being one of the founders of MI6, and helping through multiple wars; Quartermaster is shot and presumed dead, only for his fail-safe to active and let him grow up as a human. When he is later made whole again, he finds his human 'consciousness' is unwilling to give up the body he suffered so much in.
One Belongs - Hazbin Hotel AU : Death strikes blissfully quickly, only for them to wake up in Hell thanks to Marcus' past misdeeds no matter how much Ben does not belong there. Taking on the features of an arctic fox, the two struggle to navigate a world where Marcus thrives and Ben is left cowering in the closest hiding spot whenever Marcus' control slips.
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viola-halogen · 5 months
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Thanks for the tag @prince-rowan-of-the-forest (ignore how long it’s taken me to get round to this I kept forgetting about it lmao)
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
22! I think I’ve written a decent amount but I’m always hoping to increase that number.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
167,433
3. What fandoms do you write for?
There’s not really a proper answer to this question cause I’m not writing regularly at the moment (life has been very hectic as of late and I’ve not had the energy or motivation.) The latest fandom I wrote for was Good Omens, which is a fandom I would like to write for more in the future.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
5. Away from Watching Eyes (57)
4. Time Well Spent (69)
3. Tensei Iida: What it Takes to be a Hero (70)
2. Here and There and Gone Again (93)
1. The Three Musketeers of Quirk-Related Chaos (206)
There’s quite a leap there from 2nd to 1st lmao
5. Do you respond to comments?
Yes I do! Although often I don’t really know what to say, I’ve written so many variations of “ah thanks :)” in my time.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably my fic with the angstiest ending is Are There Still Beautiful Things? (from my oneshot collection Let There Be Light) although that one was sort of bittersweet too. If I had ever written the 2nd and 3rd parts to Everything We’ve Ever Done it would have caught up to Charlotte disappearing and the group falling apart so that would have had an angsty ending.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Probably Tensei Iida: What it Takes to be a Hero. That fic was very angsty along the way but the ending I think was pretty feel-good (also it’s one of the only multi-chapter fics I ever actually finished.)
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I’ve never got like, proper hate, but there was one regular commenter on a fic once who basically disagreed with every choice I made in that fic and would always try to debate my writing with me.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Nope. I don’t think I’d be very good at writing it and I’d be worried about it being awful. I’ll leave that to people who know how to do it.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
The closest thing I’ve written to a crossover was my BBC Ghosts vampire AU which was very heavily influenced by WWDITS.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I’m aware of.
12. Does not exist apparently
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
As they said in their response, I’ve written a few things with @prince-rowan-of-the-forest, but none of it’s ever been posted.
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
Yeah I don’t really have one seeing as I tend to change fandoms every few years, and though I do sometimes get briefly sucked back into old fandoms they don’t usually hold the same appeal to me anymore. That said, I have to mention Will/Lyra from HDM because they were one of my first ever ships, back before I knew what shipping was, and there is still a major place for them in my heart now.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I am so sad I fell out of the MHA fandom before I finished TTMOQRC. I had so much planned for that universe that I really wanted to write and it will forever haunt me that I never got to get it all out there. I also wish I’d written more for BBC Vampires because again I had loads of ideas but that AU got so little engagement it was hard to keep my motivation for it.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I think my dialogue is pretty good, and I think I’m quite good at characterisation. And I think I come up with a lot of good ideas (specific, I know.) I think I’m good at writing characters’ thought processes too.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Coming up with coherent plots can be ridiculously hard sometimes. I’m also terrible at sticking with WIPs which is why so many of my multi-chapter fics are unfinished.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I think it’s really cool! And it’s something I’d love to do! When I was obsessed with 1899 a while ago I really wanted to write an Ángel/Ramiro fic with dialogue in Spanish because Spanish is probably one of my biggest special interests and I loved the idea of combining it with my current hyperfixation at the time.
However I do think it’s a really hard thing to pull off cause not everyone’s going to speak the language the dialogue is written in and I don’t want to alienate people. And having read some fics where the dialogue was in languages I don’t understand and the translations were included in the notes, I know that sometimes it just doesn’t work.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Shadowhunters. It was written in a notebook and was about a bunch of OCs I made up.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
Probably Here and There and Gone Again because I was nervous to write for the Good Omens fandom because of all the amazing fics I’ve read and I was really pleased with how it turned out in the end. Everything We’ve Ever Done is also one of my faves because when I wrote it I was fixated so hard on those characters/that part of the story so it was a real passion project for me.
Tagging: @natequarter @ailendolin and anyone else who wants to do it cause I’m stuck for who else to tag.
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Faceless Savior
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This is the story about a boy and about the man he would grow to become and the events that led him there, starting with the attack that took place in the little village he used to call home...
Pairing (friendship): kid!Din & kid!OFC
Word count: 6.3k
Warnings: His Dark Materials AU (but no need to know anything about HDM though), Din has a daemon, angst, non-graphic violence, wordbuilding, bullying, fighting, original characters, the Mandalorian who saved Din has a name
A/N: Been working on this one for over a month, so this story became very dear to my heart, I hope you enjoy it! Thanks to the amazing, the wonderful, the incredible @littlemisspascal​ for encouraging me to write this and for giving me motivation throughout the process and for beta reading, love you Rae!
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DUST AND DAEMONS MASTERLIST
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This is the story about a boy and about the man he would grow to become and the events that led him there, starting with the attack that took place in the little village he used to call home. Depending on who you ask, the attack on Aq Vetina was unexpected for some, inevitable for others. Aq Vetina was an isolated town rich in copper, built on the coast of a small island on the outskirts of the continent, cut off from any communications with the outside world except for a weekly boat that brought in provisions from the mainland and took the copper away. It was the ideal scenario for an attack.
A group of thirty well-armed men and women sat in the forest waiting for nightfall to make their way into the town. Lives weren’t important to them, the only thing they wanted was to take over the place, not caring at all about the people who crossed their path. As a result, when the attack started, blood was quick to stain their clothes, the red spots growing wider as they made their way into the town center. Upon seeing the massacre on the street, the boy’s parents knew it was only a matter of time until their turn came, but perhaps before that happened they could get their precious little boy to safety.
The boy’s parents rushed to his room where he was sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of the life-changing event that was taking place outside, his daemon snuggled against him as a cat. The two adults allowed themselves a second to commit this moment to memory, the peaceful image of their kid, who they loved dearly, would give them strength for what they were going to face in the next hour. However, time was running out, so his mom knelt next to him and shook his shoulder gently, doing her best to keep the fear out of her voice as she called his name. The woman’s daemon, a raccoon, mirrored his human’s actions, bopping his nose gently against the sleeping daemon. When the boy blinked his brown eyes open, she informed him they had to leave, that there was not a minute to be wasted.
The man, holding the hands of the still half-asleep boy, ran out of the house. The kid’s brain was trying to make sense of the destruction around him, but it was having a hard time doing so. He thought violence like this only belonged in stories, not real life. His daemon, having changed into the form of a mouse, was safely tucked into his jacket and between the chaos, she murmured encouragements to her human even if she herself was terrified. A rock laying on the floor caused him to stumble and almost fall, however, his father caught him in time, lifting his son up and keeping him in his arms.
The little town had changed from a  peaceful sanctuary into a warzone. The places where the boy had chased frogs alongside his friends were now covered in the blood of neighbors, family, and friends. He didn’t know why all of this was happening, but deep down he must have known that things would never be the same, the life he knew and loved was over in spite of him not being ready for that. Even decades later, this moment in his life would seep its way into his nightmares, making him mourn a place that no longer existed over and over again.
The family ran to a small cellar that served as a storage room for the town’s supplies. While the parents wanted nothing more than to stay with their kid, they also felt a sense of duty to defend their home, so after some hastily said goodbyes and some hugs that didn’t last nearly enough, he was ushered inside. “Din, Cornelia, you keep each other safe until we come back, okay?” The boy nodded and so did his daemon who was already changing into a bigger animal, one that could protect them both, never had they been more grateful at the fact that kids’ daemons, unlike adult ones, could change forms.
That night, in a moist underground basement, a boy sat against a polar bear, shivering from cold and from fear, hoping to see his parents soon, a hope that would completely disappear by morning.
“We’ll be okay,” Cornelia whispered to him but through their bond Din could sense she was unsure. A nearby explosion shook the ground underneath them and the boy hugged the bear tighter and a whimper escaped his lips. “We have to be quiet,” she reminded him and nuzzled her face against his in an effort to drown his cries.
“There’s someone here.” A male voice outside the basement’s door startled Din, making him bury himself further into Cornelia’s white coat, a snarl appearing on the daemon’s face. The overhead door opened a few seconds later, making the two of them blink against the sudden brightness, revealing not a mercenary but a Mandalorian. The boy’s jaw dropped open and for a moment all his emotions were replaced with awe. It was every kid’s dream to meet a Mandalorian, and only a few of them were lucky enough to accomplish it.
The Mandalorians were the Magisterium’s elite soldiers, dedicating not only their whole lives but their whole identities to upholding the organization’s rules. But to the eyes of the kids that admired them, they were superheroes, covered in armor so strong most weapons couldn’t even make a dent. They were men strong enough to face anyone that opposed them. So it was no surprise Din felt safe when the familiar helmet showed up in front of him, they were going to be okay.
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The Mandalorian knelt down and extended his hand in Din’s direction. “C’mon son, let’s get you out of there.” The boy stood up on Cornelia’s back, reaching the hand easily thanks to the polar bear’s height, and was soon lifted up. The daemon changed into a small bird to get out of the basement and landed on Din’s shoulder, eyeing the Mandalorian’s dog daemon, trying to figure out whether they should place their trust in them. Din, on the other hand, was not paying attention to any of that, mesmerized by the armor in front of him, imagining what it would be like to have his own. “Son, were you alone in there?”
Din nodded. “My parents said they’d come back but they haven’t yet.” The sentence was said with an innocence only a child could have and the next question was said with the hope of someone who hadn’t known suffering. “Have you seen them?”
The Mandalorian looked away and Din’s heart clenched in his chest. In the few years, he had been on earth he had discovered that an adult looking away after a child’s question could only mean they were trying to figure out the best way to explain a difficult situation. “They aren’t coming, are they?”
The man looked visibly relieved at the kid giving him an easy way out. There was no explaining that he was the only survivor in the entire village, there was no asking further questions about his parents so he could promise he’d look for them, fueling false hope along the way, the only thing he had to do was shake his head. “We’ll take you with us, you won’t be alone.” He patted Din’s arm, not really sure how to comfort someone after such news, choosing the path of distraction instead. “What’s your name?”
“Din Djarin,” the boy answered in what could only be described as shock. His brain was still trying to process the attack, the lonely night, the fear, so it had yet to make sense of his parents’ deaths.
“Well Din Djarin, I’m Xisus Crinor and you’re officially under the Mandalorians’ protection. I won’t let anything happen to you.” His voice was softer, almost a whisper. “I promise.”
On the way to the boat that would take the child to his new home, the Mandalorian tried to shield him from seeing the remnants of the fight. However, it turned out to be an impossible task as the destruction was all around them. The images of burned houses and corpses were going to be seared into his mind for the rest of his life.
Arriving at the boat, Xisus made some quick introductions between the child and the mandalorians there before he guided Din to a place he could sit. He placed a blanket around his shoulders, gave him some water, and promised to be back soon. “I just need you to be brave for a little longer okay?” The child nodded, prompting Xisus to ruffle his hair. “Good boy.”
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Din couldn’t be sure of the amount of time that had passed between him arriving on the boat and it sailing away from the place he called home. There were too many emotions inside him and picking them one by one to examine would require energy he didn’t have. So he settled for looking into the sea, wondering what kind of life lay behind it for him. Much to his relief, Xisus came back and sat next to him, encouraging him to lay down on the seat and get some sleep. And so he did, closing his eyes and letting the rocking of the boat drive him to sleep.
And so Din missed the conversation between the man who saved him and another Mandalorian. He didn’t hear that he would make a good addition to the fighting corps, not every kid’s daemon having the ability to turn into an animal as powerful as a bear. He was a little older than they would have liked, but they were hopeful he could learn the way of the mandalorians to one day become one, Xisus promising to guide him along the way.
The boy and his daemon woke up as the boat came to a full stop, opening his eyes he saw Xisus motioning for him to follow him. “Let’s go son, I’ll show you our home.” Although, the man said that with the best intentions, the word felt like a punch to the boy’s gut. Was replacing Aq Vetina, his parents, and friends as simple as this? Could this new place truly become his home? Even with all the questions going around his head, he got up and followed the Mandalorian into the compound.
The place was a collection of buildings that served as homes and training grounds for the soldiers, the Magisterium having spared no expenses when building it. After all, a happy army was an army that kept them in power. Inside the hallways, there were two different groups of people, the ones that wore armor and the ones that didn’t. The first type had a higher rank than the second one as they were giving orders. And among the numerous conversations taking place, there was a set of words repeated numerous times both as greetings and goodbyes.
This is the Way.
The words seemed to be floating everywhere, ready for any person to pick them up and use them at a moment’s notice. However, Din couldn’t distinguish whether they were said as a reminder to the person they were talking to or to themselves. And he didn’t have time to figure it out as he was taken to a room filled with rows of beds with groups of children and teenagers spread throughout the space.
Xisus signaled one of the older boys to approach them, his bird daemon was perched on his shoulder, her eye trained on the newcomers. “Caed this is Din, please show him to a bed.” The man spoke in a gentle yet commanding voice leaving no room for arguments or questions.
“Of course, sir.”
The Mandalorian turned to Din. “Caed here will show you around, okay? I’ll be back soon.” The man did not wait for an answer, being long gone by the time Din processed what was happening. The older boy, Caed, motioned for Din to follow him. As soon as they stepped inside the room everyone’s eyes turned to the pair, the loud conversations turning into whispers. The boy pointed him to a bed at the very back of the room, right beside a wall.
“That one is yours for now. Just because Xisus saved you doesn’t make you a Mandalorian.” He looked him up and down, a disgusted look appearing on his face. “If you think you can become one of us you should think again.” He turned around leaving Din sitting on the bed in despair. Before he had felt some sort of relief at coming here, but he now wanted to be any other place. As his tired brain caught up with the events that had taken place in the last 24 hours, tears filled his eyes no matter how much he tried to stop them from doing so.
Being busy trying to control his emotions and put his inner world in order meant he was oblivious to his surroundings, causing him to jump when a hand was placed on top of his. To his right sat a girl a couple of years older than him, a kind expression on her face. She had brown skin and her brown eyes resembled his own, although unlike him, her hair was long, weaved into multiple braids.
“I’m Theana,” she said as a monkey climbed onto her shoulder, “and this is Midivour.”
Cornelia, having changed into a cat, took a step forward and sniffed the air in Midivour’s direction. The monkey climbed down, moved in front of the other daemon, and extended his hand towards her. The cat bumped her head against his hand, and the two of them stared at each other for a second longer before settling down side by side. His daemon had always been a good judge of character, so even if everything else was uncertain, Din knew he could trust the girl and her daemon. “I’m Din and this is Cornelia.”
“Well, Din, Cornelia,” she gifted them with another smile before continuing, “welcome to the foundlings' room.”
“What’s a foundling?” He had a faint memory of having heard the word before but as much as he tried recalling where it had been, the memories didn’t come.
“We are.” The cheerful expression that had been on her face mere seconds ago was replaced by a somber look. “Foundlings are kids without parents the Mandalorians brought in.”
“So no one here has parents?” Theana shook her head, making Din wonder if everyone’s villages had been attacked and if all the children around them hid while muttering prayers to a god their grandparents told them about. He wondered if they felt empty and sad like him or if those feelings went away with time.
“Hey,” she said, bringing him out of his thoughts, “you’ll be okay, I promise. Just stay away from Caed and his group and you’re gonna be fine.” The girl pointed to the older kid who had interacted with him before. “He thinks he’s better than everyone because his parents were Mandalorians. But he isn’t, he is just like us.” She squeezed his hand and put her smile back on. “You’ll be okay.”  
That night when the lights went out Din hugged Cornelia and whispered under the covers for her ears only, “I think we’re going to be okay.”
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As the days passed the boy settled into a routine in his new life. He learned the history and the rules the Mandalorians lived by, and in doing so he discovered that the stories he had known about weren’t that accurate. The battles weren’t as magnificent as in the stories but they had fought way more than the kids in his village knew about.
Those stories were told to him by Xisus during their one-on-one training sessions, the man doing his best to help Din gather enough skills so he could join the fighting class with the rest of the foundlings. The first few weeks were spent on self-defense, teaching the child how to dodge attacks and some basic punches he could use in case he ever found himself in trouble. Then they moved on to more complicated moves that Din and Cornelia were quick to learn, prompting the man to be vocal about how proud he was of them, resulting in Caed building resentment against the little boy.
Between teaching Din about Mandalorian history, the battles they won and the ones they lost, and what it meant to live as one of the elite Magisterium’s soldiers, every once in a while Xisus would bring the kid a treat. The boy would put half of it in his pocket so he could share it with Theana, knowing the Mandalorian who rescued her wasn’t remotely interested in spending time or energy on her, much less in bringing her sweets or other special things. When Xisus noticed him putting half of the treat away, he didn’t ask any questions, but instead he started bringing two so that the boy could enjoy all of it without having to worry about saving it for later or for someone else.
The thing Din was most grateful about was that Xisus would ask questions about his past. “It’s important that you remember the place you come from Din. You might be a foundling now but a part of you will always belong to Aq Vetina and to your people and that’s how it’s meant to be.” He’d encouraged him to talk about his parents and while it hurt almost too much to think about them the first few months, over time the boy found himself smiling whenever he talked about how some weekends he’d help his dad fix spaceships and his mother would take his backpack from him while they walked home.
While his bond with Xisus evolved, his bond with Theana did too. The girl adopted him as a younger brother, teaching him how to handle the ropes of the place, who to avoid and who to seek for help, the rules that could be broken, and the rules that could only be bent. To the rest of the world, Theana was quiet and introspective, preferring to be alone, but she allowed Din in her inner world, and for that, he would always be grateful. In a place cluttered with rigid rules, Din might not have realized it then but his new friend was a breath of fresh air.
As the days passed, Din was finally able to join training with the rest of the foundlings, the kids would have the freedom to choose whether to remain in the Mandalorian path or not when they were older but until then they would be trained as one. Which meant early mornings filled with Magisterium teachings, and then evenings charged with physical training. On the first day the boy joined, he found a key difference he had ignored until then regarding Mandalorians.
After lunch, the group split into boys and girls. Din was confused by this so he tried to make his way to Theana in order to ask her what was going on. But before he could a hand was placed on his chest stopping him, looking up he found it belonged to a smug smiling Caed. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Nothing.” Din tried to shake the boy’s hand from his chest but Caed wouldn’t give up.
“Do you want your girlfriend to come and save you?” Caed’s mocking tone sent a wave of rage through Theana’s body, the girl took a step toward the two boys, ready to act if necessary. He pushed and Din stumbled backward but managed to steady himself. While Din remembered Xisus’ teachings he also knew he should only use them if he was sure he wanted to hurt someone. And he wasn’t. “Don’t you know girls don’t train dumbass?” He pushed him again prompting him to fall to the floor.
In a second Theana was between them, facing Caed and shielding Din with her body. Cornelia sprinted into action too, turning into a wolf, and growling at Caed’s dog. Midivour mirrored her actions and stood next to them ready to fight. “Came to protect your little boyfriend?”
“Do you enjoy fighting with people who are smaller than you?” She took a step forward and pushed him but Caed was strong and he didn’t move or flinch.
“Should have known that’s the best you could do, after all, you’re a girl.” Everything happened quickly, Caed didn’t even have time to react as Theana’s fist hit his nose and sent him flying to the floor, his daemon backing down too as the pain got to her through her bond with the boy.
“A girl who just knocked you on your ass,” she whispered under her breath and knelt next to Din to make sure he was alright. The rest of the kids were staring at them, most of them with admiration written on their faces, having wanted to do that to him for a long time. “We need to leave now Din, we don’t want to be here when the teacher shows up.” Din nodded and stood up with Theana’s help, still a little dizzy from the fall.
The boy followed his friend through the building’s multiple hallways until they found a small opening on a fence that led outside. Once there, they went to a secluded garden, that might have been planned to be part of the compound at some point but it had been long forgotten, the plants were overgrown, having reclaimed the benches and the statue in the center of it and they sat against a tree while their daemons explored the surroundings.
After a couple of minutes in silence during which Din’s expression became more and more worried, Theana finally spoke. “What’s going on in there?” She playfully tapped his forehead.
“He’ll tell on us,” the boy’s voice was barely a whisper as he tried to fight back the tears that threatened to come out.
“He won’t.” There was no hesitation in her voice.
“How can you be sure?”
“Do you think Caed will tell someone he was beaten by a girl and a younger boy?” Theana was gracious enough to include him even though all he had done was lay on the floor while she fought for the two of them.
“What about the rest?”
“Most of them are happy he was punched and the remaining few won’t do it out of fear of what he’d do to them.” She stood up and offered him her hand. “Now go to the training session, they’re going to get suspicious if you don’t show up.”
“I’m sorry you can’t come.”
“Doesn’t matter, I already know how to fight,” she smirked and climbed on a bench, opening her arms and spinning around.
“Aren’t you going to go to your classes?”
“I don’t care about what they think a girl should learn. Sewing and cooking are not what I want to do.” She jumped off the bench. “Go. I’ll see you tonight.”
The girl stayed in her favorite part of their small world and enjoyed nature while the boy went to training, making it a point to avoid Caed and his group. At night, when he returned he taught Theana every single thing he had learned, vowing to share all the knowledge he acquired with her. Although she wasn’t sure at first, this became their little routine, while the rest of the kids went out to dinner, they’d have a training session, sneaking into the abandoned garden. And so Din taught his friend how to be a Mandalorian even if it was against the code. She was strong, intelligent, and caring, she deserved to be one.
“When Midivour settles you can show them your abilities, they’ll be so surprised they’ll give you a helmet. And then both of us will be Mandalorians,” Din said one night after training was done. The girl didn’t have the heart to tell him that would never happen so instead she put on her best smile and much to Din’s happiness she nodded in agreement.  
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The day that Xisus died in battle was the day that would reaffirm Din’s decision to become a Mandalorian. But before that happened he found himself with immense grief, just like the day his parents had died, grief no child should carry once let alone twice. When the news made its way across the compound Din hid in the only place he could truly call his, the abandoned garden, making it clear to Theana that he wanted to be alone. The girl respected his wishes and stayed behind, feeling grateful that the Mandalorian who saved her never cared about her, she couldn’t bear gaining another father just to lose him.
Din wasn’t sure what to feel, feeling sad about losing Xisus felt like a betrayal to his parents, even if it hurt the same. Was he allowed to feel this way? Was he allowed to grieve for a man that was not blood-related as if he had been? Maybe that’s why Mandalorians used helmets, perhaps it was impossible to hide your emotions from yourself but you could keep others from seeing them. At that moment Din longed for a helmet to cower behind.
“It’s okay Din.” Cornelia had changed into a polar bear again, her usual animal for when he needed comfort. The child buried himself into her fur and wept, crying for the man he had just lost, crying for his parents who he still missed, and for the peaceful life he once had. “We’ll be okay, I promise.”
The funeral took place in the afternoon, there were no heartfelt speeches or goodbye songs, just a military salute as the casket was presented. And then towards the end, there was the helmet pass-down ceremony and Din was called to the front. Theana, sitting next to him, nudged him as he stayed frozen in his seat. “You need to get the helmet Din, he left it for you.” Din stood, shaky legs and fast-beating heart, and made his way to the front where the Mandalorian Captain presented him the helmet.
“Xisus Crinor left this helmet for you in his will, he considered you a son and was certain you could fill his shoes and become a great Mandalorian. Will you honor his wishes?” Din nodded, of course he would, from that day on that would be his mission. “Then have this helmet and when the time for you to swear into the creed comes, wear it with pride.”
Din grabbed the helmet and went back to his seat, the rest of the funeral fading away as he looked at the object in his lap. Some of the color was fading and there were some indentations on the sides, Din remembered the stories Xisus used to tell him and wondered which enemy made which mark. One day he’d wear the helmet too and have some marks of his own, and maybe if he was lucky enough he’d have a foundling of his own to guide and to protect.
That night when everyone had gone to bed, Din felt someone shake his shoulder. Panic seeped into his veins thinking it might be one of the older boys but instead when he turned he saw Theana’s cheeky smile and calmed down.
“Good, you’re awake.”
“What’s happening Thea?”
“We’re going on an adventure, c’mon.”
The boy rubbed his eyes, trying to become less sleepy as Theana dragged him out of the room, careful not to wake up the other children. Opening the door as quietly as they could they got out and thought that they had been successful, however, they did not notice the pair of eyes staring at them through the darkness.
“Where are we going?” Din asked, his voice hushed, but still, the words sounded way too loud in the empty hall.
“It’s a surprise, do you trust me?” Din nodded. He felt tired and wanted to sleep but he followed his friend nonetheless because of course he trusted her, he trusted her more than anyone in the world. “Then just follow me D.”
Theana guided him through passages Din wasn’t aware even existed, some of them barely big enough for them to walk through. When they reached the final door, Din immediately knew where they were. It opened to reveal the night sky and all of its stars. They were at the Captain's balcony.
“I don’t think we should be here,” Din whispered but still followed his friend to sit on the edge of the roof, their legs dangling over the compound’s entrance.
“No one will know we’re here, stop worrying.” Theana’s face was illuminated by the moonlight, her eyes focused on the stars, and amazement filled her expression. Their daemons had turned into birds and were roaming the night sky, enjoying the freedom of being able to fly. “We should run away.”
Those four words snapped Din out of the bubble of peace he was in. At first, he thought she might be joking but there was no indication of that on her face. He had lost a home not that long ago and now she was suggesting he leave another one behind. Things were not perfect there but they had a roof over their heads and food on the table.
“C’mon D, just you and me, exploring the world. We’ll be free, no one to tell us who we should be or what we should do.”
Before Din could finish processing her words, let alone think of an answer, the door behind them opened. The sound of it made him jump, almost falling off of the edge, only stopped by Theana’s arm on his chest. The sound of the captain’s voice reverberated in his ears.
“What are you two doing here?” Standing up and turning around, the pair of friends found the captain, his beskar armor reflecting the moonlight, and a smug-looking Caed at his side. “Answer the question.”
Din started sweating, this was the end, he would not have a choice in the matter, he had just started dreaming about being a Mandalorian and now they were going to kick him out. But as he was spiraling, Theana stood in front of him, partially blocking him from the Captain’s view. “This was my idea sir, he had nothing to do with it. I was the one to bring him here, he had no idea where we were going. I just wanted to help him feel better after Officer Crinor’s passing.”
“Is that true son?” Theana looked back at Din and mouthed the words it’s okay , so Din nodded. “Well then, this time I’ll let it slide, seeing that Crinor’s death was surely an emotional event for you, but be sure to choose the people around you more carefully. Caed go with Din downstairs. Theana stay here, we need to talk.”
Din took a step forward and stopped next to his friend who gave him an encouraging smile. Cornelia, now a ferret, walked by his side, leaving their friends behind to face the consequences of their actions. The next day they would find out that sneaking into the captain’s balcony carried a hard punishment with it. The girl was given so many chores that took her from sunrise to sunset to be able to complete them, and she was removed from the few classes girls were allowed to take while her punishment lasted which would be two whole months.
And so, a voice in the back of Din’s head was born, a voice he would try to drown so many times in the future, a voice that told him that maybe Theana was right when she told him they had to get away from there. From that day on Din would be conflicted between his wish to honor Xisus’ legacy and his loyalty to his best friend.
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Midivour, who was enjoying his final form as a monkey by climbing on everything he could, followed Theana as they searched for Din and Cornelia in their special garden. The boy’s daemon had also been changing less and less, meaning his time to make a decision about whether or not he would take the oath was approaching too. The teen girl sat next to him, resembling their first interaction so many years ago. They had changed and their bond had become stronger yet both of them knew that the conversation that was going to take place could change everything.
“Please say something,” Theana pleaded after a silent couple of minutes.
“There’s nothing to say,” the boy murmured, his gaze focusing on a specially long piece of grass as if it was the most interesting thing he had ever encountered.
“Din-” she started pleading.
“What Theana?!” He snapped back at her, his eyes meeting hers, his expression showing how hurt he was. “What do you want me to say when you’re the one leaving?!”
“That’s my choice, you can’t blame me for it. This is no way to live, don’t you see it Din? We’re always going to be a pawn in their games, nothing more than muscle they can use whenever they like.” By this point even the wind had stopped to listen to the discussion, their voices cutting through the air like daggers.
"You’re wrong. I'm gonna save people by staying here, just like they saved us."
"What you're gonna be is a faceless man in a sea of many, no longer you but only a soldier." She sighed, resigned. “Don’t you see that was the whole reason to save us? So they can train us to be just like them.” He turned his head to the sky, closing his eyes, refusing to look at her anymore.
“We promised we’d become soldiers together but you chose to leave. You’re not only leaving the Mandalorians, you’re leaving me. ”
“That’s not-”
“You should go, there’s nothing more to be said and the sun is about to set.”
“Din-”
“Goodbye Theana.” He didn’t even give her a chance to reply, standing up and leaving right after. During the following years he would stay up all night wondering what would have happened had he looked back, would their friendship have been stronger than his sense of duty?
Their daemons, not wanting to leave but knowing there was no choice, bumped their heads together to say goodbye, hoping with all their hearts it would be a temporary one.
When Din returned to his room he found a letter on his bed, his name written in Theana's neat handwriting. Not even bothering to open it, he tucked it away at the back of his drawer with the few possessions he had. As Theana left the compound she had called home for the better part of the last decade, Din hit a boxing bag in the gymnasium,  not stopping until his knuckles were covered in blood. Both teens had a broken heart that would never heal entirely. After all, no one completely recovers from losing a friend, from losing family. The best a person can hope for is that the pain lessens as time passes, and maybe if they’re one of the lucky ones, to be able to look back at the memories without feeling a pang in the heart.
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The boy’s daemon had kept the same form for two weeks, confessing to her human she did not feel the need or the want to change anymore. It was no surprise to either of them that she ended up as a polar bear, that was the animal that had made them feel safe throughout their childhood and it would be the animal that made others feel safe.  
The time to make a decision had come. “What are we going to do?” Cornelia bumped her head against his arm, prompting the sixteen-year-old to pet her.
He thought about how safe he felt when Xisus had rescued him, about how he wished he could be that strong to help others, he thought about his mentor’s last wish. “We have to stay.” But then Theana crossed his mind, it had been almost 2 years since he last saw her, yet her memory kept popping up during the times he least expected. He pushed her to the back of his mind, he could not do this if he thought about her. He turned to Cornelia, trying not to sound unsure. “This is the Way.”
As soon as Din announced to his superior the fact that his daemon had settled along with his intentions of becoming a Mandalorian the ceremony was arranged. The armorer was in charge of carrying it out. The foundlings and the available Mandalorians were gathered and the armorer presented him Xisus’ helmet, prompting him to place his hand on top of it.
“Din Djarin, do you swear to take the Mandalorian oath, to uphold the values we hold in this organization, and to be a soldier first before anything else?” Din looked at Cornelia who nodded, giving him the strength he needed.
“I do.”
“Do you swear to never take your helmet off in front of anyone else, thus keeping your identity concealed from the rest of the world?” He felt the cold metal of the helmet warming up under his skin. He could do this. He had to.
“I do.”
“Then this is the Way.” She handed him the helmet, and he took a second to look at it before putting it on.
“This is the Way,” he repeated. This time there was no sadness tinting his voice from behind the helmet. He had made his choice, and there was no use in thinking of regrets. This was his fate.
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just-jessiejames · 1 year
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i need to like, stop getting ideas for new fics before i have even finished the ones im working on
im never gunna get anything done at this rate 😭
i need to commit to finishing my current tylorpe fic, but now i'm thinking about doing a new au, a hdm daemons/wednesday au ( which will probably be another tylorpe fic too if i'm being honest here)
smh i gotta stop... okay but like i'm too excited about the daemons. (if you have no idea what a daemon is, it's essentially ones soul represented by a breathing, speaking animal). I already have tyler and xavier's daemons down- and i fucking love the idea of xav's daemon so much already. she's so cute. i love her to bits and literally no one else will freaking like her because shes "creepy" but that is WHY i love her. i chose her for a couple of reasons actually :') and she is cute af I actually drew up a sketch for this au but I won't post it quite yet, but hopefully soon! i want to try and get tyler in the sketch so i can show off his daemon
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mothersmalice-a · 1 year
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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.
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— BASICS! ♡
NAME: rubi.
PRONOUNS: she / her, feminine terms preferably. though i don't mind neutral terms, especially if we haven't really spoken before.
ZODIAC SIGN: aries sun / cancer moon / virgo rising.
TAKEN OR SINGLE: taken. ♡︎
— THREE FACTS! ♡
i'm currently working toward applying for an art course in the next few months! which is partly why inactivity has been so bad here and elsewhere lately. i'm also hoping to base part of my portfolio on book!hdm concepts i'll share here if it happens.
my shelves are littered in vocaloid / hatsune miku merchandise from ever since i was first able to get my hands on it, n with that I'd probably say vocaloid is one of if not my longest lasting fandoms. my current favourite is probably? my 2020 birthday ver. statue of her.
i'm an absolute horror nut, especially with things like psychological / analog horror, indie horror games / short films, movies etc. chilla's art and puppet combo probably have some of my favourite titles game wise, and i'll just about go insane for anything backrooms / Mandela Catalogue related or Hereditary. i also have a horror-esque AU involving marisa and the spectres / bolvangar ( huge body horror tw on this if you are curious ) on the back burner that isn't written out yet, but i'd love to use one day n id be more than happy to rant about it if it's something you're interested in!
— EXPERIENCE! ♡
PLATFORMS USED: right now it's twitter, tumblr and discord ( dearest creature#1962, since i'm normally most active there ) but years ago i'd also spent time on things like amino ( god help me ).
PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: if you just want to get into something then a meme always gives me something to build off of, but in general i adore getting to plot and develop a dynamic through chat first far more. sometimes i don't have time or motivation to write so just getting to headcanon / idea dump or do something like banter makes my day.
— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡
GENDER: i normally find myself writing afab and / or more feminine muses mostly because i like to connect with them and write from experience, though i occasionally end up making exceptions if i really adore the source material or there's a dynamic myself and someone close to me likes, like asriel or the doctor.
MULTI OR SINGLE MUSE: single! mostly because being able to focus on one character in particular lets me think about them to a greater extent, and it caters to how i tend to fixate on things more. i adore having a multi but marisa and bedelia in particular are muses that aren't fleeting so it's nice to carry them with me in a way.
LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): i don't really have any in terms of my own, to be honest? anyone i use is normally someone i adore watching. unless they've done something i'm actively aware of i don't really think about it.
— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡
FLUFF: pleaseeeee i don't care how insufferable / cold my muses are i adore softer threads.
ANGST: absolutely, make me cry n i'll probably try to make the plot more devastating in return.
SMUT: nooo thank you, especially if we're not close / comfortable. i love writing romantic dynamics but smut is not why i'm here.
Tagged by: @secondbetrayer & @toxicmalicex. ( ty ily both. ♡︎ )
Tagging: anyone who hasn't done this already!
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acaciapines · 10 months
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it feels like in your fics, daemon settling is presented as a bad thing! can I ask where that is coming from, and what settling means there if it's not about adolescence?
dklfngnkdfgdf i was wondering when someone would ask me this.
the answer is that it depends on the story im trying to tell, and it just so happens that the one im currently writing (toh daemon au) and to a lesser extent the one im posting (pmmm daemon au) have themes in their original shows that just so happen to best support this reading of daemons! like, if you read some of my other stuff, ex the wolf 359 daemon au, its nothing like this lol, my daemon lore does not carry across unrelated fics.
the best way i can describe it is through the unposted owl house daemon au so apologies in advance. also spoiler warning for the fic series. it doesnt exist yet but a lot of this stuff is things we learn throughout the series.
essentially, though, when i am writing a daemon au, there is always some particular aspect of the original media that i think i could explore in depth by adding daemons! in wolf 359 it was this idea of personhood, and so that is what i focused on when adapting my daemon lore in those fics. in toh, its this idea of growing up and being forced to choose things.
if you look at luz, in toh, her story is very much about this idea of like. in a lot of isekai stories the protagonist goes home at the end, yknow? this is what is supposed to happen, they learn something in this new world, and then go home changed, but they GO HOME. but the whole thing with luz is that like--the human world wasnt ever her home, not really. the only person she had there was her mom. but in the boiling isles, now, THAT is a home for her!
but...shes supposed to go back to the human realm. shes not supposed to stay. and so a lot of her arc, to me (and what i choose to focus on in my au) is this idea of what you are 'supposed' to do (ie what society says is acceptable) and what actually makes you happy, and is the life you want to live. in the show, this accumulates in luz's palisman (daemon equivalent, basically) not just being one animal, but being a snake that can shift into a whole lot of other animals--it is this way of showing that like. luz never had to choose. to force her to choose is something about society that is sorta fucked up. its this idea that we act like kids are able to figure out their entire future, that you make a choice and that determines your life forever. but like...no? you can change! thats AMAZING, that people are able to change!
and so to tell that story daemon settling has to be about something you are forced into too young. that to act like a 14 year old can figure out their entire future and never have the possibility to change later down the line and make another choice and figure out something new is...bad, actually? life doesnt end when youre young!
or something like that lol i always always believe i will say what im trying to say better in the actual text of the story itself vs trying to write it all out like that.
and to be fair a lot of this also comes from the fact that all of my daemon aus are in conversation with typical daemon aus that pop up in fandoms, and also to an extent daemons as they are seen in his dark materials, because i have A Lot Of Feelings about it, and a lot of daemon aus are just...not about daemons. and i like telling stories ABOUT daemons, not just stories where the characters happen to have an animal companion sometimes. and this is especially true of the owl house daemon au bc the entire way im building up the human world and how it works is um. um its just stuff i think sucks in most daemon aus/hdm and why i think that.
anyways. tl;dr: daemons are about whatever the core of the story i want to tell is and it just so happens in the stuff im writing right now daemon settling being a negative fits that core.
you (general) can always send me more specific followups about this too! i am literally always down to talk about daemons and daemon aus bc This Is My Thing i have decided and i love love love talking about it.
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🗣️Talk about your favourite WIP / 🤬Is there a WIP that you hate? / 👻Is there a scene that you find intimidating that you have yet to write?
Talk about your favourite WIP
A favourite of mine!! Is the His Dark Materials AU :) I did it a while ago now so I should reread and add to it. Its a collection of scenes from if werewolf story characters were put into Lyra’s world and what they would be doing there. Its mostly spying against the Magisterium and having lots of different conversations in lots of different rooms. I suppose it’s a crossover set before the events of hdm because Lord Asriel is referenced once I think
Is there a WIP that you hate?
Yes, all of them. No no. I would say actually I hate the main story of werewolf story because I’ve built up an expectation and I can never live up to that expectation so I’m always putting off the real story for AUs and side projects. If I actually write the real thing, then I’ve written the real thing, you know. If I mess around in a side project and do it wrong, it’s only a side project and doesn’t actually matter. This is a terrible mindset
Is there a scene that you find intimidating that you are yet to write?
The eclipse. That’s the big end confrontation. I haven’t 100% worked out exactly how I want all the characters to end but I know the rough beats and Crow’s entire arc is sorted. Its hard to make everything tie up without it feeling rushed or unsatisfying. I also dont want it to be a big combat heavy ending because the story is more about verbal and emotional conflict than physical conflict so i think shifting it so suddenly to a big werewolf battle that goes on for a million pages will be just as terrible as the moon knight finale. I need the big aidan baize discussion here too which the whole story has been arguably working towards. I dont want to get that wrong. I think it’ll be fine if I leave space for conversations afterwards so it isn’t the Real Ending.
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I know I already left a review for your HDM AU for Stranger Things, but I just wanted to tell you how much I love it!
I'm so excited for what's to come! (And your Green Knight AU?!!!!!!! I'm in love!!) HDM is one of my favorite series, and your AU is everything I've ever wanted in a crossover!
How did you decide on the boys Daemons? I absolutely love Vega. Can you tell any of the others Daemons, or is is a surprise?
Thank you so much for sharing your work, I'm so excited for what's to come!!
thank u SO much this was such a nice message to see!! your comments absolutely do not go unnoticed! as someone who's been struggling a bit creatively, and especially with fanfic, this was so nice to see :3
i'm getting back to work on both of these au's, so they'll be dropping before too much longer!
HDM au's are some of my favorite things to come up with because for me it's a beautiful way to do character studies, and i've always been fascinated by the symbolism of animals as well as just researching traits and temperaments and stories that are written around them in history and mythology. all of my projects become very research heavy, it's just the way i love to work.
as for the boys' daemons, it was really just research plus the note i have in my phone of just 'cool animals for daemons' that i add to every now and then lmao! billy's always been a hyena to me, loud and abrasive when he wants to be, a little insane and very misunderstood - hyenas aren't entirely scavengers the way we think they are, they're actually very self-sufficient. i'm also super drawn to the fact that in a lot of medieval history and other stories, they're written as a death omen and are seen as the devil, which is how billy is viewed, when in reality, both hyenas and billy are the exact opposite - again just misunderstood.
steve's was a little harder, originally i had him as a cockatiel because of how flashy and loud they are, but steve is way more majestic to me than that, and he's a fighter, even if he's not very good at it all the time. he's a protector, and he's vicious when he protects. he's strong as hell and he's free and he's a king. so naturally, i had to go with a golden eagle, the king of birds with the color to match. eagles are a sign of freedom as well as wisdom and loyalty, and in native cultures, eagle feathers are gifted to those who are seen as incredibly wise and who are loved.
i also use this process of thinking to decide on names. no name i give goes without meaning, and that'll ring true for every daemon i reveal in this au!
as for other daemons, i'll be keeping most of those secret, however i'll give you the gift of joyce's daemon being a massive fuckin grizzly bear :)
thank you so much for your ask my friend xx
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kurokoros · 3 years
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I took a quiz almost two years ago that told me my His Dark Materials daemon would be a raccoon and I’ve haven’t stopped thinking about it since.
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okay how about... FC / SIH / KAY, percy jackson / band au / daemons, in that order tentatively. pick and choose as you will ofc if you don't want to do any of these
You are so insane... you sent me a request I will fulfill the requests. You're also insane for recommending a canon neither of us have ever read, though (HDM.) Three stories, now with bonus author's notes!
Forest Castles - Percy Jackson
It's been a really long time since I've read this series. This is loose, loose, loose, loose fanfic.
“You’re being obvious,” Eliza says, and Red jumps before flattening himself against the wall. “Move out of the way.” She nudges him aside and takes his place hiding around a corner to spy on Avner talking to the members of Aphrodite cabin.
“He’s asking questions,” Red says, leaning over Eliza’s shoulder. “He’s taking notes.”
“It’s so…” Eliza leans forward to get a better view of Avner looking bashful as someone compliments his hair.
“Cute?” Red offers.
“What?”
“I was finishing your—never mind. You move over,” Red says as Eliza pushes him back further, and he burns a hole in her sleeve with one finger.
“Ow!” Eliza rubs her arm. “What, looking to join Cabin 5?”
“Looking for an opportunity, actually.” Red ducks slightly, like a cat about to pounce. Eliza crosses her arms. “I predict Hecate for you, by the way.”
“Thanks, Oracle,” Eliza says, turning to keep watch behind them, but when she turns back Red has disappeared. She whips toward the corner just in time to see Red wrap an arm around Avner, whisper something, and pull them both underground in a plume of black smoke. “Red!”
She races out into the open, waving her hand in front of her face; Aphrodite cabin members scatter in all directions.
“Where did they go?” she manages through coughs, bumping into a small, frowning brown-haired girl.
“Guy dressed all in black and his object of affection?” she snaps. “Underworld, for all I know. Hmph!” And she trots off, flipping her hair over her frilly shoulder. Eliza stays back, feeling over the ground as though by stepping hard enough she might follow them down.
Sometimes it Happens - Band
Yes! More flashback stuff! This is when Ephraim is planning his disappearance.
Ephraim leaves before the last note has dissipated, just as it’s ringing in the air. Elle looks up from the microphone and manages to catch the door slamming shut behind him. They lower their hands and take a breath.
“He just needs some time,” Ava says. She flips her drumsticks in her hands nervously.
“I don’t get it.” Elle’s brow furrows. They sit down on the carpeted floor and uncap their water bottle. “If he needs time from me, why not just tell me?”
“Because it’s not—he’s not breaking up with you.” Ava presses a hand to her forehead. “You need to talk to him. I’m sorry.”
“Is he telling you that he’s not breaking up with me? Because he’s not telling me anything.” Elle wipes at their face with one arm. They press their mouth shut. “I don’t know how we’re supposed to debut like this. Is it just—” they lean over the step they’re sitting on and look up at Ava. “It’s not the music.”
“It’s not the music.”
“It’s not the band.”
“It’s not the band.”
“It’s not my hair.”
“It’s not—why would it be your hair?”
“It’s not pink anymore,” Elle mutters, twirling a lock of blonde hair around their finger. “Maybe he liked it better pink.”
“It’s not the hair. It’s—look, it’s none of my business, okay? I don’t want to be moderating your relationship.” Ava looks away as Elle shoots a hurt glance at her. “I mean, I don’t think I should be. I think you should talk to each other.”
“You think I want to be talking to you about this?” Elle leans against the step that Ava’s drum set sits on and curls up. “He didn’t even unplug his—”
“He’s being a shitty friend,” Ava decides, getting up. She slips her drumsticks into their carry case and zips it. “I’m going to talk to him.”
“And it’ll work for you?” Elle calls after her. “Tell him to talk to me!”
“I have,” Ava mutters, walking out the door. Elle watches it slam a second time, hunches over, and lays their head down in their arms to cry.
KAY - Daemon
This is just not about His Dark Materials. It simply isn't. It's about the vague concept of having an animal familiar that represents something about you, and I didn't even bother to read the information Max so kindly sent me about the series. Enjoy!
Kay’s blue butterfly rests on the edge of her pen as she writes. Any modern adaptation of Carmilla poses several major questions of concern. The first is one of clarity—
Constantine squawks from downstairs. Kay sighs, drops her pen, and holds out her arm for the butterfly to return to her sleeve. She shuts her door and heads down the steps to find Constantine holding his hands to his face.
“You have a mouse,” Atlas is arguing, at the end of a series of muddy footprints leading into the house. “You know, restaurants can be shut down for that.”
“He is clean,” Constantine protests, crossing his arms. His little brown mouse races from one shoulder to the other. “He washes his feet. For that matter, I wash his feet.”
“You wash his feet?” Atlas reaches out and, with preternatural reflexes, grabs the mouse off of Constantine’s shoulder. Constantine leaps for it, but Atlas holds it out of the way by its tail.
“Kind of gay of you to have a mouse for a daemon,” Atlas says, examining it. The mouse wriggles up to his hand and bites his finger. “Yowch. That’s not a bad thing.”
“Enough,” Kay calls from the stairs, and it distracts Atlas enough to let Constantine grab his mouse back. The mouse, for its part, appears to be shivering.
“I was just lookin for you!” Atlas chirps. He waves a pair of stolen car keys. “We’re going out. Going to find you a daemon.”
Kay crosses her arms.
“Weird of you not to have one,” Atlas says. “At your age?”
“I contain multitudes,” Kay says, “and surprises.”
“That’s cute,” Atlas says, “but we’re going to the shelter. You can get a cat.”
“I am not entirely opposed to that,” Constantine says, seeming vaguely surprised, and his mouse shudders from head to toe. “Well. I suppose I ought to consider it first.”
“Too late,” Atlas says, taking Kay’s hand. Kay lets him drag her out the door to the car he’s hotwired, which, this time, is a light blue Beetle. Kay folds herself into the passenger seat.
“I suppose you have no opinions on modern adaptations of Carmilla?” she asks Atlas.
“Haven’t read it yet,” he responds, keeping his eyes on the road. “Hang on; I’m going to do something illegal.”
Kay leans her head on her hand. Atlas scrunches down in his seat and concentrates, and the car jets forward on plumes of black ink, leapfrogging over other vehicles like pieces on a chessboard. The sensation is not unlike that of revolving very quickly; the kind of spinning that simulates forward motion.
“We’re here.” Atlas jumps out of the car to open the door for Kay. “Just give it a shot, okay? You’re catlike. If I had to pick something for you, it’d be a cat.”
“That does not surprise me.” Atlas’s lion is currently in the Rainier family garden, eating the rose bushes.
“Well, do you want to look at lizards?” Now Atlas holds the shelter door open. “You want a chinchilla? They don’t have those here, but there are pet stores. We could go find you a fish if you really want one. Let us look at your cats,” he says to the dark-haired, bespectacled intern at the front desk.
“Are you looking to adopt one?” they ask.
“Unsure. I have the authority, though,” Atlas says, whipping out his card. The intern’s eyes widen. “Just find… the smallest, cutest one in there. Or the oldest one. You know what? Go crazy. It’s for her,” he says, gesturing at Kay. Kay pretends for her own sanity that she isn’t with him.
Five minutes later, they are sitting in a small room with something that looks like a large, hairy egg. Her name is Doff and she is rounder than any animal Kay has ever seen. Kay lifts her up good-naturedly, bobbing her up and down like a baby.
“Any feelings? Connections?” Atlas queries, leaning in as Kay drops Doff in her lap, apparently amused by the appearance of claws in the cat’s landing.
“Many feelings,” Kay says, petting Doff. Doff curls up a little tighter on Kay’s lap and begins to purr. “Connection, to be sure.”
“You’re kidding.”
“She is very cute,” Kay acknowledges, scratching Doff’s back. Doff kneads Kay’s pants.
“Well, if you’re not going to keep her—”
“You have the authority,” Kay reminds him. “I could sit in here all day. Did you bring a book?”
“No. Did you?” Atlas asks, and Kay pulls a small, battered paperback out of her coat pocket. “How.”
“I am never caught unawares,” Kay says, handing it to him. Atlas flips through it, then starts at the beginning. Kay lifts Doff and gives her a little kiss on the nose. Doff yawns, and Kay barely represses a smile.
Atlas reads through the second cat, which is a longhaired tabby mix, and the third, which is black except for two little brown mittens on her feet. The fourth cat is loud and needy enough to require both of their attentions, and the fifth is so old that socialization with her merely entails sitting in the same room. After that, the intern returns and informs them that there are simply no more cats.
“Anywhere?” Atlas asks, leaning against the wall. “Not even in a bathroom somewhere?”
“We don’t let them in the bathrooms,” the intern says.
“You couldn’t rescue another one for us?”
“I don’t do the rescues,” they say.
“Oh, well.” Atlas gets up and stretches; Kay slips the book out of his hand and tucks it back into her pocket. “McDonald’s?”
“No outside food,” Kay reminds him. “You may order whatever you like for yourself.”
“Maybe I will. No offense, but I miss milkshakes.” Atlas drops some random bills into the donation jar at the front desk and pushes the doors open for both of them. “Maybe we should get you a fish. One of those super pretty ones with the long fins. They could represent how you’re beautiful and inaccessible to human beings.”
“Fish are not inaccessible,” Kay says.
“Well, they don’t cuddle up to you. You can’t touch them.”
“Do you find me untouchable?” Kay asks.
“I think it’s an honor to be touched by you,” Atlas says, mock-bowing, and when he straightens up a butterfly lands on his nose. He stills, and goes cross-eyed looking at it. “Whoah.” He waits silently for it to lift off, and then adds, “I don’t think that was a total waste. We got to pet some cats.”
“Mm.”
Kay waits, but Atlas doesn’t make the joke she expects him to. When she makes eye contact with him, though, he winks.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” he asks, opening the car door for her again.
“Take me home, Atlas.”
“No problem, Princess.” Atlas kisses her cheek as she slides into the car. The butterfly slips in through Kay’s open window and rides in the map holder. Kay leans her head on her hand and wonders how many cat trees she’ll find by the time she returns home.
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Sahirah Graves and Niri (Human version of Blue Fem SniperGriffin and here Daemon)
Human name: Sahirah Graves
Age: ???
Gender: Female
Daemon: Wolf- Niri TF2/MLP (Broken Mirror) Verse I'm including it here so that is will make sense about the other 'versions' of her, even if some of that might be change later)
Notes about the character:
Sahirah Graves, known in this universe as Clone S26-B , though this will be the Universe where she decided to name herself Sahirah after Clone S26-R (That's Red Fem SniperGriff) suggested that they should give themselves their own names, as they are their own people.
Sahiarh is not a clone of sniper from Team Fortress group she is a female clone of a sniper from one of the different mercenaries groups (As TF2 comic's confirmed that their are other mercenary groups that work for the administrator, though we never saw them) also I will be calling her by her Human name from here on out instead of the clone name.
Sahiarh clone memories are rather blurred and confusing, but she still inherited the skills from her 'DNA donor'.
At first she thought she was the only Female Clone Sniper, but when she came out onto the shooting range one day she discovered she A) Wasn't alone and B) She was the second Female Sniper to exist as Sheila had been made first and that they both had been made on the same day hence their clone number's were almost the same.
Sahiarh hated being compared to Sheila, which started a 1-sided rivalry between the two which resulted in Sahiarh trying to beat Sheila score at everything, while Sheila just wanted to be friends  
Blue Fem SniperGriffin/Sahirah was made as a opposite/rival to Red Fem SniperGriff. Sahirah is closed off towards other people while Sheila would like to invite other's to her secret get away camping trips. (Sahirah belongs and Poacher while Sheila becomes a Ranger)
The two did eventually become 'Friends' when Sahiarh and Sheila got attacked by the Scout Freak known as Clawfection. Sheila was badly injured and was assumed dead while Sahiarh got captured by him and dragged into his den, but she would soon be recused by the injured Sheila,  and the two got out of their Sahiarh driving them back to camp just in time for Sheila to be saved by their Medic. Since then the two were 'Friends' though Sahiarh would never admit it openly or try not to act like they weren't friends unless she was with other company that she was 'friendly With' TF2/HDM Clone AU (Go's by the clone designation S26-B)
Start's off similarly to that she is a female clone, though this time she isn't a 'Female' clone of her self as the 'original' was a women too from a Mercenary team, but she is the result of an odd glitch that can accrue where respawn will bring back a previous Mercenary instead of the 'Current' one.  So She and her Daemon were removed quickly from the team. She was brought back to (Classified) in hopes to study Sahirah and Niri closer on 'Why' this happens and what this means, thought one of the side effects of this respawn glitch is that the person that comes back usually doesn't have many or no memories at all, though in her case she and her daemon do know who they are, they just have no memories that they ever died and are confused why they are being 'studied' and basically plans to break of of the location there trapped in. They get their chance when the 'Freaks' broke containment and during the chaos she and Niri were able to break out of there cell, only to run into the 'Freak' Clawfection and it's mutant Daemon they end up fighting and while Sahirah and her Daemon put up a good fight they ended being helped out by the Clone S26-R (That's Red Fem SniperGriff) and the two work together to seal Clawfection and it's mutant Daemon in a cell before retreating along with some other escapees.
TF2/HDM Human AU
Okay so in this Universe I did originally have a different idea for her, but that's now change along with the fact I can't find what I had originally written down for her, but that doesn't matter too much as things have changed.
So Sahirah and her Daemon Niri came from a place I imagine was going through an economic depression so things had been very tough on her family during these hard times and they could no longer pay for her younger sister medicine, and as expected her sister condition got worse, while most of the family came to 'accept' that there daughter was most likely going to die, Sahirah refused to accept this and tried to find more work 'somewhere' along with her friend Sheila and her Daemon Rosni. After much trial and error the two ended up getting jobs involved in a smuggling goods and other stuff which payed well, but was a high risk job, but the two didn't mind it was a bit 'exciting' but also meant that Sahirah sister could live.
One day, they ended up crossing paths with a rival group that resulted in Sahirah getting her scars and her Daemon form staying as a Wolf (In my idea for the TF2/HDM universe Daemon don't 'settle' when people hit puberty, that it's more on the maturity/mind set of the person, but it is excepted that most people by 20 would have there daemon's settled, so if someone's Daemon hasn't then that person maybe consider 'under-developed', immature or their's something else going on with them)  Sahiarh was 16 when her Daemon settled into a wolf, but now it was too 'distinct' and recognizable and the fight had been reported and that the offertories were looking for her. So Sahirah and Niri were let go from the smuggling gang and Sheila and Rosni offer to leave with them, but Sahirah said they should stay as long as one of them was earning money they could keep her sister alive, but she and Niri had to leave before they were caught.  
I haven't work out much from here but she'll be on the run for a bit and eventually get work as a Mercenary, but always sending money home to help her sister and friend.  
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