#indestructible!jane

[not-a-healthy-human]

I just thought of FB!Lina seeing the dark mutants (especially the other Lina, Anne and Kat) and going "Cruz cruz, que se vaya el diablo y venga Jesús" and D!Lina being very offended that they got called the devil

D!Jane: You do look like you crawled out of hell

D!Anne: Low-key giving Freddy Krueger vibes

D!Lina: >:/

D!Kat: Says Frankenstein's monster #1

D!Anne: Whose side are you on?

D!Kat: Mine :D D!Lina: I don't like your side D: D!Anne: I wish I could say the same, but the joke was epic XD FB!Lina: well, technically she is me, but like, at least put on a child friendly muzzle or something XD D!Kat: *Paints a smile on the muzzle* :D FB!Lina: No si, mejor XD

#ask :D #six #six the musical #fire breathing!lina #lyrebird!Kat #glowstick!anne #indestructible!jane #dark mutant au #six mutant au

[headcanonsandmore]

Miss Nyssa Traken, put-upon second daughter of the Traken family, and former fiancée of the now-returned sea captain Tegan Jovanka.

Yes, I am creating artwork based on my Persuasion!AU fic. No, I have no shame about self-promotion. 🤣😂

#my art #nyssa #nyssa of traken #doctor who fanart #nyssa/tegan #tegan/nyssa #indestructible #heathrow scientific #tyssa #persuasion au #jane austen au #nyssa x tegan #tegan x nyssa

[madmadmilk]

uuuwhaahahahahahwwhhh‼️‼️‼️ thor whispering "always protect jane" to mjolnir has been one of the greatest professions of love in the entire mcu!! in a drunken, sleepy stupor on a random, normal weeknight-in he enchanted a mighty weapon that measures your "worthiness" with only a heartfelt thought spoken aloud. it's not about intention but the WEIGHT and sincerity of his feelings. mjolnir "indestructible" and all-powerful and fickle and broken, but it listened and gave jane a chance to fight. to fight for her love, their love, her life,,, in her own way! his words reached her and saved her to save him to help her really save him all while fighting to make herself proud, and woowwww loving is worth it guys 🥺

#brb crying and waking up in the middle of the night thinking about thisssss #the movie is so fun and sad and fulfilling #def a summer movie and you can read it however you like but lol maybe there is hope for cinema romance #look at all the things you can do with like one movie WOW #thor #thor four #thor love and thunder #spoilers #spoiler #thor spoilers #thor love and thunder spoilers #personal #madmadmilk #madwatch

[tickledpink31]

I’ve had this idea for a while, and the six pose dance song has been stuck in my head for a week. So, this new girl with the striking resemblance to Minako is an alternate version of Minako from another dimension. She’s now Mika, an orphan and high school student in Japan. Watch me as I make some self-indulgent found family content with a very niche part of disney.

Feel free to ask more about Mika and the recruiters

A few warnings: Content is mostly sad since I can't seem to make ocs without torturing them or giving them tragic backstories. I was also kind of sad doing research about orphaned children in Japan.

Bio

As a baby, she was found on the doorstep of a child institution without a single piece of information to identify her biological family. Mika has lived in three institutions and with two different families. Her status of being an orphan has often left her friendless and discriminated within not just her school, but almost every place outside an institution.

Currently, Mika resides in her second foster home with the Arai family that neglects her and only took her in to get the government money. She works as a waitress at a diner in hopes of surviving the adult world once her foster family kicks her out after she graduates from high school or even sooner once she turns eighteen in November.

Meeting the Villain Recruiters

(I couldn't find a lot of information on if Japanese schools going to field trips to Disneyland, but for the sake of this plot, just go with it)

Mika's homeroom wins an all-expense school field trip to Tokyo DisneySea set during the week leading up to Halloween. Much to her delight, she gets the opportunity to attend the Disney Villain Recruiters Atmos show event and the Sailing Day Buffet event. Little does she know, the recruiters are not just actors, but actual henchman of infamous Disney villains.

...And all 10 of them are scouting her long after the trip is over.

Personality

While her twst counterpart, Minako has little sister energy being the youngest in her family, Mika in comparison has big sister vibes. On the surface level, Mika can seem childish due to her naivety and her need for attention from adults. However, she’s quite responsible as she is rather efficient at time-management between work and school, doing chores around the house, and even helping the child care workers take care of the younger children when she was still living in an institution.

Mika maintains a soft-spoken persona, but holds strong convictions about how unfairly institutionalized children are treated and how biological parents aren't always good parents. She is more perceptive than she lets on as she is well aware that the recruiters are making excuses to spend time with her in order to gain her favour and later be recruited. She rarely voices her opinions and inner thoughts out loud.

Having spent most of her childhood as a lonely orphan, she craves attention and affection from others, especially from adults. In spite of knowing the ulterior motives of the recruiters, she continues to consort with them as they were the closest thing she had to a group of friends.

Abilities

Unlike Minako, Mika is not a witch or that much of athlete, but she's near-indestructible. She doesn't know why. She can survive the heaviest falling debris, gunshot wounds, stabbing, decapitation poisoning, and cannot be burned by even hellfire. Mika has only gotten sick twice in her life, but her illnesses tend to hit very hard.

Hey, I only said "near-indestructible."

Other Facts

Up until she was six, Mika was called Hanako Yamada or Yamada Hanako in Japanese. And no, I don't mean the little sister from Yandere Simulator or the comedian. Hanako Yamada and Taro Yamada are the Japanese equivalent of Jane/John Doe.

Her first family that she was taken in by was a sweet elderly couple who adopted her when and legally changed her the name to Mika Masaki.

Mika was among the very few children who got to live with a family let alone two families, but only because she has no biological parents and other relatives that anyone knows about that can ask to take her back.

Mika's first adopted parents taught her plenty of basic life skills in cooking, cleaning, managing money, etc.

Unfortunately, her adopted parents were beginning to experience the first stages of dementia when Mika was ten and were deemed unfit to care for her. The Masakis were placed in a nursing home and Mika was forced to go to her third institution before eventually being taken in by an uncaring foster family a year later.

Relationships with the Recruiters: A Summary

I'll make a much more in depth version of the relationships another day. For now, take a summary of their general relationships with Mika.

They seem to know something about Mika's origins, but why? It's like she met a long time ago, but Mika can't put her finger on it. She knows that they're planning to recruit her, she just doesn't know why her specifically. And if they wanted her to be their team so bad, why are most of them so distrustful and acting like she could fold them like a lawn chair?

That's how it was at first. Over time, all ten of them grew to care for Mika and started empathizing for her situation. They are slightly yandere-ish because half of them don't know how to act like regular humans.

Mika has a few love interests from the group, mainly being Jack Heart and Apple Poison. Why? Because they're my favourites and I have to have romance. I had this scenario in mind on Mika's eighteenth birthday and Jack Heart was the first recruiter who made his official introduction to her and brought a tart for her birthday at the end of their wonderland shenanigans. This is still just him with ulterior motives but still.

#my art #disney villain recruiters #villain recruiters #oc: mika #jack heart #apple poison #mr. dalmatia #eight foot joe #malfie #pretty scar #farja #ms. hades #lady hock #villain recruiters veil

[myrequestblog]

Request Rules and My Favorite Characters

I can do other characters, but if you don’t specify which characters you want I will choose from these

Undertale AUs:

Classic

Swap

Fell

Nightmare

Dream

Ink

Error

Geno

Reaper

Fresh

Paperjam

Fellswap

Swapfell

Horror

G

Mafiafell (Sooner or Later You’re Gonna Be Mine)

Grillby AUs

Gaster AUs

Flowey AUs

FNaF DCA:

Sun

Moon

Eclipse

Bloodmoon

City of Blank:

Jericho

Claude (I will only write gay headcannons for him. Sorry notsorry)

Rex

Black Butler:

(I refuse to do Ciel or Alois, unless the reader is of similar age)

Sebastian

Grell

Undertaker

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Gojo

Yuji

Maki

Geto

Mahito (He’s an jack@$$ and I hate what he did but he’s hot)

Sukuna

Toji

That one white and blue curse that almost killed Yuji, and that I’ve decided to call ‘Akuma’ (Mostly platonic and/or pet-owner type relationships (Keyword ‘mostly’))

Hunter X Hunter:

I refuse to do Gon or Killua, unless the reader is of similar age

Hisoka

Illumi

Chrollo

Demon Slayer:

(I refuse to do any minors x reader, unless the reader is of similar age)

Kagaya (Platonic/parental only)

Giyu

Shinobu

Rengoku

Mitsuri and Obanai (All headcannons with these two are gonna be poly)

Muchiro (Parental/fraternal/platonic only)

Uzui

Muzan

Rui (Parental/fraternal/platonic only)

All upper ranks aside from 4 and 5

Enmu

Sabito

Senjuro

Dummy’s Dummy:

Paris

The Lalah twins

Polakov (We’ve been conditioned to hate him and have no major reason to actually dislike him)

Ivan

The Toy Soldier

Creepypasta:

Slenderman

Splendorman

Offenderman

Jeff the Killer

Jane the Killer

Eyeless Jack

Laughing Jack (Mainly gay headcannons for him)

Candypop

Ticci Toby

Masky and Hoodie (All headcannons with these two are gonna be poly)

Jason the Toymaker

Ben Drowned

Lost Silver

Zalgo

Evil

John Doe:

John Doe

House Hunted:

Maison

Yandere Simulator:

Yan-Chan

Rivals

Senpai

Gaster Gang:

Wingdings

Swap

Fell

Stars

Blindy

Swapfell

The void anomalies (Pet-owner relationships only)

Welcome Home Wally AUs:

Wally Darling

Reboot Wally

Lovesick Wally

Watcher Wally

Rainbow Factory Wally

Opposite Wally

Other Wally AUs

Sally Face:

Sal/Sally Face

Larry

Ash

Trevor

Fran Bow:

Only platonic relationships

Fran Bow

Mr Midknight

Itward

Deltarune:

Kris

Ralsei

Suzie and Noelle (Only lesbian poly for them, sorry)

Ralsei

Jevil

The Amulet Series:

Trellis

Emily

Gabilan

Max

Misket

Riva

Leon

SCP:

(Too many to say, but to start with-)

The indestructible lizard

The plague doctor

SCP-914 "The Bettering Machine"

The shy guy

"God"

Deal with the devil

A LOT more

Hazbin Hotel:

Charlie and Vaggie (Only romantic options for them is lesbian poly)

Alastor (Platonic, parental, friendship only. I’m sticking with the cannon that he is AroAce. Sorry 😅)

Angel and Husk (Gay poly is the only romantic options here. If u don’t like it, just keep it to yourself.)

Vox

Valentinto (He’s the worst person in existence but he’s damn sexy (unfortunately). We can all agree on that. I won’t make my bias against him known in the requests, I promise.)

Velvette

Lucifer

Adam (Because some people like him🤷 )

Rosie

Lute

Lilith (Or my rendition of her)

Carmilla

Zestial (Or my rendition of him)

Sera

If you have headcanons to ask for but don’t have anything specific in mind, use some emojis:

🥰 Fluff

🥀 Angst

🔞 Smut (Smut will be kept private unless the asker wishes to share)

😎 Chaos

🤩 Reader has powers/magic

🥳 Birthday Ask

🤕 Injured Reader

🤒 Sick Reader

🙅 Platonic

🫀 Yandere

🪢 Soulmate AU

🏳️‍🌈 LGBTQ

🐣 Reader is a Child

😺 animal or animal-related reader

👾 IRL reader

⚙ Using SCP-914

❤️/🧡/💛/💚/💙/💜/🖤/🤍 Reader Has a Specific Soul Color

💀 Undertale

🌓 DCA

👤 City of Blank

🤵‍♂️ Black Butler

💀 Jujutsu Kaisen

🍀 Hunter X Hunter

🗡️ Demon Slayer

🪡 Dummy’s Dummy

🔪 Creepypasta

👁️ John Doe

🏚️ House Hunted

💘 Yandere Simulator

🕳️ Gaster Gang

🎨 Welcome Home Wally AUs

👻　Sally Face

👧 Fran Bow

⚜️ Deltarune

📿 Amulet

❓ SCP

😈 Hazbin Hotel

(Example: 🐣+😎+👤 would be ‘Young reader causing chaos in the City of Blank’)

✅✅✅:

Fluff

Suggestive ideas or themes

Platonic Child X Parental figure

OC X Character

Fandom Crossovers

Yanderes

Character X Pregnant!Reader

Homosexuality

Heterosexuality

Polyamory

Depression

Anxiety

Mental Illnesses

Black Lives Matter

Any and all religious beliefs are welcome, however I know very little about most religions, so please be gentle with me

Death

Dealing with death

Pain (physical or emotional)

Injuries

Traumatic accidents or happenings

Bad parenting

Memes

Vines

Puns

Commented ideas

Suggestive

Having characters avoid their cannon death

Nicknames for characters

Furry-related content

Trans reader

Gay reader

Lesbian reader

Bi reader

Pan reader

LGBTQ readers welcome

Readers and characters with different nationalities

Readers and characters with different skin tones

Readers and characters who speak other languages

Readers and characters who are different species

Readers and characters with disabilities

Readers and characters with autism

Readers and characters with mental abnormalities

Readers and characters with physical abnormalities

Readers and characters with physical ailments

Readers and characters with varying levels of intelligence

Readers and characters with trauma

Readers and characters with conditions like vitiligo

Readers and characters who need things like a cane, a wheelchair, or limb braces

Young reader

Pyrotechnics ❤️‍🔥

Fandom crossovers (Highly encouraged for SCP ideas)

Age regression

Settings in different countries and continents

Truth or dare

❌❌❌:

Pedophillia

Necrophillia (Unless the person who is ‘dead’ becomes ‘the walking dead and can give permission’)

Power plays (unless sexual and with permission from the partner)

Sexual assault or r@p3

Homophobia

Transphobia

(What’s another phobia- we don’t like spiders either. Spiders are ugly)

Rac*sm

Abuse of any kind, unless part of and/or needed for a backstory or something

Politics

Hate crimes

Alcoholism

Drugs

Human trafficking

Child abuse

Underage drinking

Death of major characters

Death of comfort characters

Slurs

Smut (Suggestive stuff is a yes but a no on smut. Sorry peeps)

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Most of these will be in headcannon form or incorrect quotes but feel free to ask for something different!

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[walkawaytall]

#3 and #25 for the “end of the year” asks?

Thanks!

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

Ohhh...this is difficult to pick. One of my very favorite scenes (I'm not sure if I have one favorite tbh) is the first part of Chapter 8 of Collateral, and one of my favorite lines is actually from the chapter right before it

She lifted the lid and saw a helmet, a blur of motion. The boot that cracked her cheekbone was the color of sand.

But I also really like this from Brief Shadow:

“You sure you’re adopted?” he asks when she finishes telling him about her father’s cunning strategizing and his undying love for his family, about her mother’s quick wit and stubborn kindness. “They sound just like you.”

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

Another difficult one, and I feel like I should probably make an entire post dedicated to recs, but here are a very large handful that I either reread a few times or kept thinking about, in no particular order (and I do usually bookmark stuff I recommend on AO3 fwiw):

but the 'verse is sweet by @smallblueandloud

How to Say I Love You: A Guide by Han Solo by @smugglerofsass

If we survived the great war by @lajulie24

Indestructible by @madame-alexandra

The Rogue Incident of the Streaker in the Nighttime by @diplomaticprincess

A journey of a thousand miles by greyathena

Observations by @yoyomarules (spinninginfinity on AO3)

Marriage License by WL_Swarts

Bittersweet by @corellianangel

Captain Tarzan and General Jane by @organanation

Carved in your name with my pocketknife by @otterandterrierwrites

everywhere, you've been with me all along by theragingstorm

Thank you for asking!

fanfic end of year asks

#fanfic writer asks #fanfic end of the year asks #fanfic recs

[hyperactivewhore]

I see this question going around and I can’t help but wonder who would win in a fight - the twilight vampires or the tvd vampires. As much as I hate to admit it, I have to give it to the twilight vampires, but what do you think?

People really don't realize how ridiculously overpowered vampires of Twilight are.

It's not a secret most people see Twilight, and their vampires, as a joke: they sparkle, and that's definitely not scary. But they're basically indestructible, and tvdu vampires can be killed with a wood pencil, there's no chance a tvdu vampire is taking down any twilight vampire. Not even Hope, Klaus or any other Original for that matter.

Essentially;

Tvdu vampires:

Can be weakened by vervain

Can be weakened by wood

Can die in the sun

Can die in the sun if you take their daylight ring away

Can have their bones broken easily

Can be staked

Can have their heart removed

Susceptible to witchcraft

Especial poison can either dessicate or incapacite them

Twilight vampires:

Almost all weakness of tvdu vampires don't apply to twilight vampires

Obviously bad written, but still stronger

Tvdu vampires can bleed, be stabbed, die in human ways but still come back to life but they're down if there's wood in the equation, while Twilight vampires literally need to be ripped apart first, be incapacitated and then be set on fire so they're definitely dead. And even then, the pieces of their bodies can literally reconnect if they're close enough, if I'm correct, or they can also lick the wombs to stick it together again.

Twilight vampires are practically rocks, harder than diamonds, their skin is impossible to penetrate so stabbing is impossible, and getting their hearts ripped out won't kill them anyway. Canonically, the only thing that can harm a Twilight vampire is a vampire themself or werewolf teeth. They also cannot be compelled, due to how their brains work, and magic isn't really gonna harm them, being deprived of blood just turns their eyes black while tvdu vampires get considerably slower and practically dry out.

The Originals were getting their ass beaten by witches and vampires almost every season, and an eighteen years old actually managed to kill one of them, so unless Twilight vampires don't have a white oak stake I'm pretty sure they would end up in a standstill.

There's Jane too, who died burnt and her gift is making people feel her pain as she died, basically being burned alive, so perhaps she can kill a tvdu vampire with her mind alone due to this. Alec can practically take away people's senses so in my opinion, they're both cleaning the tvdu verse without moving a finger.

Perhaps Hope is the only one that stands a chance, but only taking into account her witch abilities, as her vampire and werewolf side are significantly weaker than the Twilight contraverse.

I'm really not trying to start a debate here. I loved Twilight as a child, and I adore tvdu a lot more, but once again, every single supernatural creature in Twilight is ridiculously overpowered.

#i'm hoping people understand it was hurtful for my ego to admit this #i'll always like tvdu vampires more as they're more “realistic” #twilight vampires are basically gods #twilight renaissance #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #bella cullen #bella swan #edward cullen #alice cullen #rosalie hale #rosalie cullen #jasper hale #jasper cullen #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #jane volturi #alec volturi #alec and jane volturi #klaus mikaelson #hope mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #elena gilbert #the vampire diaries #the originals #tvd #to

[shadowqueen402]

Shy Little Loaf

(Here is a fic for @kayssweetdreams for when she writes The Colors Of Reala. I hope you all like this! Let me know in the comments/reblogs what you all think.)

"This place reminds me of a Nightopia called Lost Park," NiGHTS commented when the group entered inside the next domain. "It's rather…lonely." They looked around, taking in the grey walls, the grey ground, and a black, starless sky.

In front of the group was a giant maze. They were all made with indestructable stone walls. "I'm terrible with mazes," Trisha Jane confessed, frowning at the sight of the maze.

"Something tells me that finding Timid Reala is going to be tricky," Aria guessed. "Have you all seen just how easily startled and frightened he looked when he saw everybody staring at him? Poor guy…" She remembered when, after the Emoti-Clones emerged from the crystal, Timid Reala had completely froze in his spot in fear when he saw everyone stare at him. And when Lance got close, he trembled in fear before he went into hiding.

"I have…" Trisha Jane hummed in thought. "A Nightmaren General having fear of his own? That's…pretty surprising. I didn't even realize that he has fears too…"

"Reala is capable of expressing fear," Balan explained. "One of the great examples is when his master is near."

The group travelled through the mazel, keeping very close eyes on any signs for the grey Emoti-Clone. Finally, Aria stopped the group. "Guys, I hear something," She whispered to them.

Everyone went really silent. And then, they heard it. The sound was a faint purring. Which means that Timid Reala may be nearby. From the sound of it, he must have hidden in one of the nooks of the maze.

"Let's check the nook that's nearby," Lance whispered. "We must remember; this Emoti-Clone is still extremely shy."

The group silently tiptoed toward the nook. When they got to the entrance of the nook, Aria, Trisha Jane, and NiGHTS took a peek to if Timid Reala was there.

To their surprise, he was. He was laying in a loaf position, like cats did, while sleeping. Purrs can be heard coming from the grey Emoti-Clone. It took all of Aria's inner strength to resist herself from wanting to scoop him up and snuggle with him.

"Aww!" Aria let out a whisper of adoration. "He's so cute!"

"He's sleeping like a kitty." Trisha Jane's whisper held contentment into them. The two maestro brothers peeked their heads and saw Timid Reala sleeping in a loaf position.

"We have to carry him so we can question him when he wakes up," NiGHTS whispered.

"Are you sure that is a good idea?" Aria softly asked. "If we do so, we risk him having another panic attack…"

"We don't have much of an option." NiGHTS shook their head before flying over to the sleeping grey Emoti-Clone. Then, they reached a hand out to gently grab his shoulder. But the moment their hand touched his skin, Timid Reala's eyes shot up as he yelped before he…de-aged himself into a Night Terror screaming in fear. Then he de-aged himself again into a Nightling that sobbed loudly.

"…I'm never doing that again…" NiGHTS revealed, staring at the baby Timid Reala that was still crying in shock.

Aria slowly walked over and gently scooped Timid Reala up. "It's okay." She gently rocked him. "NiGHTS didn't mean to scare you. We were just looking for you."

Timid Reala seemed to calm down a bit as he grew back into a Night Terror. That said, his eyes had tears in them that threatened to pour out. Aria gently wiped them away, continuing to rock him. "Timid Reala, we came here because we were hoping you can help us look for something," Aria told him.

There was slight curiosity with the fear in his eyes. He then changed back to his full grown self, flying out of Aria's arms. "W-What c-can I h-help you w-with?" He asked.

"We want to know where the heart of your domain is." NiGHTS placed their hands on their hips. "See, we're looking for a fragment of a crystal. We've collected six so far."

Timid Reala stay rooted to his spot, averting his eyes in both directions. "U-Uh… U-Um…" His legs began to tremble while sweat dripped down his forehead. Aria could have sworn that Reala's face turned paler than it was.

"Timid Reala, it's okay if you don't know." Trisha Jane thought her reassurance would calm him down… That was until she noticed something yellow streaming down his legs. "Uh oh… Timid Reala had an…accident…"

"Let me get you cleaned up, Timid Reala." Aria motioned for the frightened and embarrassed Emoti-Clone to follow her to the bathroom. 

This was, no doubt, going to be a long day.

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Aria belongs to me.

#balan wonderworld #ocs #fanfic #balan #lance #reala #nights journey of dreams #nights

[hamliet]

Why doesn't GRRM like Romance? All of his characters with romantic subplots end up dying.

Oh he LOVES Romance... as in the Romantics, a literary movement.

The thing about the Romantics is that a lot of the love stories end tragically, or go through hell to get to the happiness (Jane Eyre, for example). We're all seeking to find a purpose to our life; love, in any form, is a satisfactory answer for many. Even religions often point to this; the Bible itself says God is love.

All life ends in death. That's the reality of this word; to quote Neil Gaiman: death, the high cost of living. Thus, exploring how love enables a conquering of death, even if you don't believe in an afterlife or don't know what you believe about that, is something that many writers want to explore.

Martin's world can be a bit cynical, but if anything I think that makes the beautiful moments shine brighter. I also don't think every ASOIAF romance will end tragically. Sam and Gilly I believe will be happy in the end. I also think Arya and Gendry have a good chance, and Sansa and Harry I think will be happy enough. I wouldn't rule Bran and Meera out either. I do think Dany will die, but I think her life and legacy will live on (possibly physically through a child with Jon). Jaime and Brienne--I do think Jaime dies, but I don't see that as a hopeless ending.

I'm also going to quote Arthur Miller's Tragedy and the Common Man again, even if I don't agree that tragedy is inherently more optimistic than comedy. I do think this speech of Miller's makes a great point that people miss:

The tragic right is a condition of life, a condition in which the human personality is able to flower and realize itself. The wrong is the condition which suppresses man, perverts the flowing out of his love and creative instinct. Tragedy enlightens-and it must, in that it points the heroic finger at the enemy of man's freedom. The thrust for freedom is the quality in tragedy which exalts. The revolutionary questioning of the stable environment is what terrifies. In no way is the common man debarred from such thoughts or such actions...

There is a misconception of tragedy with which I have been struck in review after review, and in many conversations with writers and readers alike. It is the idea that tragedy is of necessity allied to pessimism. Even the dictionary says nothing more about the word than that it means a story with a sad or unhappy ending. This impression is so firmly fixed that I almost hesitate to claim that in truth tragedy implies more optimism in its author than does comedy, and that its final result ought to be the reinforcement of the onlooker's brightest opinions of the human animal.

For, if it is true to say that in essence the tragic hero is intent upon claiming his whole due as a personality, and if this struggle must be total and without reservation, then it automatically demonstrates the indestructible will of man to achieve his humanity.

I do think that, if, say, Dany's arc ends in a heroic sacrifice, it's not her being destroyed by her demons, nor is it anything other than her demonstrating, in that act, the very best of everything a human being could possibly be.

#ask hamliet #grrm #george rr martin #romanticism #tragedy #asoiaf #daenerys targaryen

[fictionadventurer]

For the Jane Austen superhero AU:

Did anything inspire this au? What is a major change you made?

I'm not sure anything inspired this AU beyond "I like Jane Austen and I like superheroes", but it did start with the idea of seeing P&P from the POV of a Jane Bennet with traditional superhero strength and indestructibility, whose impressive powers make her the center of her mother's hopes to establish her daughters as superheroes.

I've since changed the story to Lizzie's POV--too many of the events of the story center around Lizzie for a Jane POV to really work in adapting all the elements of the story. But I do want the story to give Jane and Bingley their due as great characters and a great romantic couple.

#answered asks #powers and prejudice #called-kept

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I feel like it would be funny if the Six Mutant AU met the Dark Mutant Au. Like:

Dark!Cathy: *staring at other Cathy* you enjoy this???

slime!Cathy, in blob mode on the couch so she can read a book comfortably: You don’t?

-🫁

Weeel!

It would indeed be funny XD the darks would most likely freak out while the mutants are having the time of their lives thinking it was like when FP!Anna and I!Jane spar

Like the darks going for the kill while the mutants are fooling around

Like

D!Jane trying to go against I!Jane not knowing I!Jane is just as indestructible as she is

And GS!Anne running as fast as she can cuz now she has someone to compete with her while D!Anne is trying hard to not show how much chasing after her clone is really hurting

Thank you so much for the ask!!!!

#ask :D #six #six the musical #six mutant au #six darks au #anne boleyn six #catherine parr six #katherine howard six #jane seymour six #anna of cleves six #catherine of aragon six #glowstick!anne #slime!cathy #indestructible!jane #fireproof!anna #fire breathing!lina #lyrebird!Kat

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“Half Agony, Half Hope”, Chapter One

Summary:  Nyssa of the Traken Estate was engaged to wed Tegan Jovanka but was persuaded to break it off by those around her due to Tegan's lower social rank. However, eight years later, Tegan returns from the Navy as a decorated officer looking to wed a young woman. So why do her eyes keep being irresistibly drawn to Nyssa? Some buried feelings have a habit of never going away…

Tagging: @serenbex @lonely-space-ace

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It was a grey April Day on the Traken Estate.

An estate which, historically, had commanded a great deal of esteem amongst those in high society. But now, it was a pale shadow of its former self. It wasn’t just the weather that gave that impression; the very mood of the estates inhabitants was as dour.

This was especially true as the coach clattered along the long drive, towards the manor itself. It was an imposing sort of building, with large windows and even a few columns in the neo-roman style. However, many of the windows had not been cleaned in months and the grounds were, in many places, overgrown and uncared for. A large group of people were stood outside the main doors, all clattering and clamouring to speak to the master of the estate. Many of them carrying ledgers and account books.

The crowd noticed the carriage and, as the horses slowed to a stop, the groomsmen stood at the doors hurried forward, letting down the steps. Down which the visitor stepped.

He was a man of some means, and with a sharp intellect. The account manager for the estate; Mr Shepherd. Answering a few queries demanded by the  assembled crowd with assurances that such financial matters would be dealt with soon (none of which were received with any positive emotion), he entered through the large doors, and was ushered by the butler towards the drawing room.

‘Mr Shepherd; thank you for joining us!’

Sir Tremas of Traken smiled and gestured to a chair, which Mr Shepherd sank into, pulling various account books out of the case he was carrying. Sir Tremas was an older man, with a well-groomed crop of silvery hair. The baronet had once been a most handsome gentleman in his younger days, but such an appearance had slowly disappeared over time. His oldest step-daughter, Elisabeth, was sat in another chair, her expression as if a bad smell had gotten stuck up her nose. The other person in the room was Lady Russell, an older neighbour of the family and a woman of some distinction.

‘Sir Tremas, I have gone over every inch of your accounts with a fine tooth comb…’

‘And?’ replied Sir Tremas. ‘Good sir, please speak.’

Mr Shepherd sighed.

‘I can only offer one source of action to you to remedy this state of affairs… you must retrench.’

‘Impossible!’ exclaimed Elisabeth. ‘A baronet must be seen to live as a baronet!’

It was at this moment that the door opened, and a young woman entered. The second daughter of Sir Tremas; a woman of twenty-seven. Nyssa, the daughter of Sir Traken and his late first wife. A slight, delicate figure with curly hair that she kept pinned back, Nyssa was blessed with a kind disposition and a pair of bright green eyes. She quietly sat down next to Lady Russell, with whom she was close.

‘My dear, please,’ Tremas said, patting Elisabeth on the knee. ‘I understand your argument but the time for such pride is not now.’

‘If I may, Sir Tremas,’ Lady Russell said, leaning forward slightly. ‘I have taken the liberty of looking over your finances myself… with Nyssa’s help, of course.’

‘Nyssa?’

Elisabeth shot an irritated look at her step-sister.

Lady Russell’s eyes flickered between the two sisters, before turning back to Sir Tremas.

‘I would recommend moving to Bath; a family of your standing could live quite comfortably there, at a far lesser extent than at present. While you are there, you can rent the manor to Admiral Croft and his wife; another source of steady income which will help to steady your financial situation.’

‘You have been a good friend to our family for many years,’ Sir Tremas said, smiling. ‘And something of a mother to Nyssa since the loss of my late first wife. I will… accept your recommendations.’

‘But… to Bath?’ Elisabeth exclaimed, aghast. ‘Leave Traken Manor in the hands of… of…’

‘The Admiral and Mrs Croft are of great esteem,’ Lady Russell interjected. ‘And, I may say, a fine family.’

‘Yes,’ said Sir Tremas. ‘I seem to recall Ms Croft having a sister. You remember, she stayed with us for a while…’

‘You are correct, sir,’ Mr Shepherd nodded. ‘A lady called… what was her name? Nyssa, do you remember?’

The room went slightly quiet as all eyes turned to Nyssa, on whose face a brief look of pain appeared before disappearing quickly.

‘‘Vanka…’

‘Hmm?’

‘J-Jovanka,’ Nyssa said, her voice trembling over the name as she answered Mr Shepherd’s query. ‘Her name was Jovanka.’

‘You must forgive our confusion, Mr Shepherd,’ Elisabeth said, chortling softly. ‘Miss Jovanka was not a lady, a nobody, quite unconnected-’

There was a tinkle of porcelain, as Nyssa suddenly got to her feet, placed her saucer on the table and hurried over to the window, her back to the others. She stood like that for a few moments.

‘My apologies, father,’ she said, turning back to Sir Tremas. ‘The fire… I became overheated.’

‘Always the careful one,’ Tremas said, smiling before turning back to Lady Russell. ‘Yes, I believe the young sailor was acquaintances with Nyssa for a short while.’

‘Indeed,’ Lady Russell said, her eyes flicking back to Nyssa, who had sat back down in her seat, her lips thin. ‘An excellent family.’

‘But they are commoners!’ Elisabeth exclaimed. ‘Navy people; they have no wealth aside from what they have earned; imagine, father, such people swanning about around the manor-’

‘Elisabeth,’ sighed Tremas. ‘What would you have me do? The finances of the estate has been in a shambles for years. To continue on, as we are, would be foolish. Besides, Bath is arguably just as fine a place, if Lady Russell and Nyssa’s calculations are to be accurate.’

Elisabeth looked as if she would love to comment on the accuracy of the calculations but, given the fondness that their father felt for Nyssa, she settled for scowling at her sister instead.

 *

 Nyssa would not be immediately following them all to Bath. Her younger step-sister Mary had requested, by letter to Elisabeth, a familial presence at her home a few miles away in Uppercross. Elisabeth had volunteered Nyssa for the role without consulting her. As a result, Nyssa would be sorting through the trunks in the manor’s stores before leaving the estate in the hands of Admiral Croft and his wife.  

Soon enough, Nyssa found herself stood just outside the front door, a shawl wrapped around her as she bade goodbye to her father and step-sister. Or, rather, her father and the daughter of Mr Shepherd, who would be accompanying Elisabeth to Bath. Elisabeth herself had simply handed an itinerary of plants for Lady Russell, before climbing into the coach without a word of goodbye.

Miss Penelope Shepherd, a rather sweet young woman, curtsied to Nyssa, and smiled, before following Elisabeth into the waiting coach.

At that point, Sir Tremas walked out of the front entrance, wearing a smart overcoat.

‘Goodbye, father,’ Nyssa said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. ‘I will see you in Bath.’

‘Goodbye, child,’ Sir Tremas replied, smiling. ‘I feel safer knowing that the manor is being organised by your steady, capable hands.’

Nyssa gave a smile, watching her father climb into the coach. The door was closed, and the coach moved away down the long drive, beginning its journey to Bath.

The crowd of servants and local people from the parish watched it go, a strangely frustrated look on many of their faces. Nyssa knew that, despite her father’s intentions, many saw the Traken family has something of a relic from an earlier age; from the previous century, the old world of parish politics and landed aristocracy. A new world based on merit and self-made-fortunes, as well as the expansion of the suffrage, was blossoming all around, as the nineteenth century unravelled at high speed. In decades past, only a small percentage of the population had controlled the nations affairs; soon, millions would. The tide of history could not be held back.

Nyssa wrapped her shawl around herself and walked back into the house.

                                                              *

 Sheets had been placed over furniture, portraits had been taken out, and Nyssa’s own belongings had been packed onto a simple cart that was currently waiting nearby the kitchens. Nyssa had gone to find Lady Russell to say her goodbyes, at least until when they would next meet in Bath. The older woman was sat on one of the only seats not covered in white sheets; cup of tea was placed on the table next to her.

‘Lady Russell?’

‘Oh, my dear,’ she said, wearily. ‘Even as I suggested such a state of events, I knew that it would pain me so.’

Nyssa sighed, and sat down beside Lady Russell. In her hand was clutched an old book she found in one of the trunks.

‘You have spent too little away from home,’ the older woman said. ‘And your spirits have never been high since…’

She trailed off, and there was a short silence.

‘Bath may be a better place for you,’ Lady Russell continued, as if without pause. ‘It is a larger society.’

‘But I do so dislike the place,’ Nyssa said. ‘And, yes, I am aware that this is due to the passing of my mother. But I cannot feel any other way towards that city.’

Lady Russell took a sip from her cup.

‘Will you travel directly to Uppercross?’

‘No,’ Nyssa said. ‘I would prefer to be gone before her sister-’

She broke off, wiping her face with her hand.

‘Before Mrs Croft and the Admiral arrive.’

Lady Russell stared at her, a sad look in her eyes.

‘Nyssa, I…’ Lady Russell said, hesitantly. ‘…I know that at the time, I was of the opinion that such a marriage would be… unbefitting for a woman of your rank and title-’

‘Lady Russell, please,’ Nyssa said, placing a kind hand on the older woman’s arm. ‘You have been a dear friend to me, and a source of great advice throughout my life. You need not apologise for that. I do not blame you.’

‘I thank you, dear, but… oh, would you not have been happy?’

Nyssa sighed, looking down at the book in her lap. She opened it and, pressed inbetween two pages, was a small paper boat.

‘I imagine I would have been, yes,’ Nyssa said, quietly, as she delicately picked up the boat. ‘But it does no good to look with misery at how ones life could have taken if such a decision had been made. One cannot change the past; we all can only make our decisions in the present, and make the best of it as we can.’

Lady Russell smiled sadly.

                                                            *

 The journey from Traken Manor was quiet and uneventful. The rain had held off, but a grave mood had descended upon Nyssa as the cart slowly left the home where she had spent much of the past eight years. She supposed it was to be expected. Nonetheless, she made sure to remember that Uppercross was, on the whole, a somewhat more cheerful place than the Traken Estate. Nyssa was looking forward to seeing Mr and Mrs Musgrove, whose family Nyssa’s step-sister Mary had married into.

Immediately after getting out of the cart, Nyssa could see her younger step-sister peeking out through a ground-floor window before disappearing. Smiling softly to herself, Nyssa entered the cosy house in which she was to live during her stay in Uppercross. She had always remembered it as a warm, relaxed place, lacking much of the pomp and ostentatious manners of Traken Manor. She could hear hens clucking from the yard nearby, and the occasional happy bark of a dog.

Mary was lying under a blanket on the window seat in the drawing room. She had arranged her face to a pitiable one of exhaustion. Nyssa tried not to think too much on it; Mary had always been this way. At the very least, she lacked the biting words and haughty looks of Elisabeth, with whom Nyssa had never really gotten along, despite their childhood together.

‘How are you, Mary?’

‘I have seen nobody all day, and I feel quite neglected,’ Mary replied, glumly, from her window seat. ‘The boys are such a handful and it isn’t helped by their grandmother feeding them too much at every opportunity. You really ought to speak to her about it.’

Nyssa perched on the edge of the window seat, smiling in a kindly way which she knew Mary would appreciate.

‘Have you not seen them today?’

‘They do not care to visit the sick,’ Mary said. ‘But, as I often feel somewhat better after luncheon, perhaps we may walk to the great house this afternoon?’

‘I’d like that.’

After luncheon, it so happened that Mary was indeed feeling better, and the two of them headed towards the great house which was the seat of Mr and Mrs Musgrove. Mr Musgrove was the local squire, and was a jolly, kind-hearted man. Mrs Musgrove was much the same.  

‘It is good to see you, Nyssa,’ Mrs Musgrove said, warmly, after Nyssa and Mary had entered their drawing room. ‘It is always to pleasure to have you here at Uppercross.’

Nyssa smiled. She had not felt such kindness in a very long time. The Musgroves had always been earnest and straightforward people, and she always felt better when in their company.

‘Thank you, Mrs Musgrove; I find myself most happy when in your home,’ she replied. ‘And Charles, how are you?’

‘Very well,’ replied Charles, grinning. Mary’s husbands cheeks were flushed from exercise outdoors. ‘Father hit a pheasant but the dogs couldn’t find it.’

Mary, at that moment, turned her back on her husband and walked away.

‘You were… missed at luncheon, Charles,’ Nyssa said, feeling her smile drop slightly.

Charles let out a sigh of understanding, and nodded.

After conversing with the Musgroves for a few hours, Nyssa followed Mary back to the house. Mary was not in the best of moods with her mother-in-law, owing to the cake that Mrs Musgrove often gave the two young boys. However, Mrs Musgrove had confided to Nyssa that the other way to keep Mary’s two songs under control was to give them too much cake. Once again, Nyssa found herself as the person who everyone aired their complaints to; it had been the case back at Traken Manor as well.

However, this was broken up when the Admiral and Lady Croft arrived. Nyssa had been expecting them to be serious but dull people, but nothing could have been further from the truth. The Admiral was a cheerful, plainspoken man with a kind heart, and Lady Croft was much the same. They were the sort of people that you could imagine feeling at home almost anywhere, with an affable charm that made them incredibly likeable.

Mary’s sons then burst through the door, exclaiming that they wished to see the Admiral. Although Mary initially tried to pull them away, the Admiral simply chuckled, clapping the two young boys on the shoulders in a paternal way.

‘Have you chaps ever seen a boat made out of paper?’

The two young boys shook their heads.

‘Come on; I’ll show you by the desk.’

The Admiral, with energy that Nyssa would not have expected from a man his age, sprung out of the chair and hurried across the room, sitting down into the desk chair and beginning to fold a sheet of paper. The two boys grinned, running to stand beside him.

‘Speaking of the sea,’ said the Admiral, looking over his shoulder at Nyssa, Mary and Lady Croft. ‘we are expecting my wife’s sisters. A seafarer, whom you won’t have met.’

‘Oh, but we have,’ Mary said. ‘She came to Traken Manor a fair few times.’

Nyssa’s eyes darted to her step-sister.

‘My sister Tegan, you mean?’ Mrs Croft asked. ‘Were you an… acquaintance of hers?’

Nyssa’s mind scrambled. Her throat suddenly felt very dry. Wait… did that mean… no, surely that could not be the case? The world was not that unkind, especially given the length of time that had passed.

‘Y-yes,’ Nyssa stammered. ‘I… I believe you were in the West Indies at the time.’

‘Oh, yes,’ Mrs Croft said. ‘Now that you come to mention it, I do believe that Tegan mentioned your name a few times; I believe she found you a most charming individual.’

Nyssa nodded, swallowing. Yes, she thought, she had found me that way, indeed. But I doubt that she does anymore… and who am I to blame her for doing so?

‘Well, I’m sure she will be very pleased to see you again,’ Lady Croft continued, not seeming to notice Nyssa’s expression. ‘She is due to arrive soon-’

‘Aunt Nyssa!’ cried the boys, hurrying over and pulling her to her feet. ‘Launch the boat with us!’

Mercifully glad for the excuse to leave, Nyssa smiled at Lady Croft before following her nephews out of the house and across to the stream. The younger of the two boys placed the paper boat onto the water, and it was carried gently along by the water.

Grinning, Nyssa clambered down on her knees and put her hand up to her head in a salute. The two boys did the same, laughing as they repeatedly joined her to exclaim “hip hip hooray!”.

‘Nyssa!’

Looking around, Nyssa could see Henrietta Musgrove hurrying across the lawn from the great house.

‘Hello!’ Nyssa exclaimed, smiling. ‘Would you like to join us for cake? The Admiral and Lady Croft are with us in the drawing room.’

‘Oh, I would love to but I told mother that I would be back soon,’ exclaimed the girl, slightly out of breath. ‘I have simply come to invite you to the great house this evening…’

‘Oh, we would be delighted!’ Nyssa said.

‘To meet Captain Tegan Jovanka.’

The church bells rang out around them, and Nyssa felt her legs sway slightly beneath her. Her heart seemed to have stopped beating again.

‘By all accounts,’ continued Henrietta, smiling broadly. ‘a charming and most agreeable lady. And she is to call on us tonight!’

Grinning, she hurried away, seemingly unaware of the shocked look on Nyssa’s face.

                                                             *

 The next few hours seemed to flash by, as if the concept of time itself was taunting Nyssa. While Mary and Charles were clearly looking forward to the occasion, Nyssa found herself unable to feel anything but apprehension. For reasons that Mary and Charles could not understand and did not seem to notice, Nyssa’s mood continued to drop lower with the dwindling daylight. As the shadows grew longer and longer, so did Nyssa’s face. At the very least, that was the impression that she herself got from looking at her reflection. It was only Nyssa’s nephews that seemed to notice her mood, and they had insisted on pulling her outside to watch them play in the field nearby. Nyssa did admittedly smile as she watched the two young boys frolic, as she appreciated their attempts to lighten her heart. They were sweet children, if a little rambunctious, even for their age. But she hardly cared. However, Charles had appeared a short time later, and Nyssa had quietly slipped away while her nephews were distracted by their father pretending to be a horse for their amusement.

She headed back to the house, and quietly let herself in, careful not to get drawn into a conversation with Mary or to upset the servants by interrupting their chores. At the loss of anything else to do, Nyssa sat down and tried to read some poetry from one of the books she had brought from Traken Manor.

The sun finally set, and Nyssa resigned herself to the events activities. It was with a heavy heart that she headed upstairs to prepare for dinner at the great house.

However, Nyssa was beginning to brush her hair when she could begin to hear yelling from the road outside. She initially thought it to be her two nephews laughing as they ran along but, as the voices grew louder, Nyssa could hear cries of alarm and fear. She crossed the room and peeked out of the window onto the yard below.

Her heart plummeted.

Charles was carrying the younger of his sons in his arms, and was yelling for the staff to prepare a bed and call for the doctor. The older son was crying and yelling. Apparently, young Charles had fallen out of a tree while the two boys had been playing with their father.

Nyssa grabbed her shawl and hurried across to the great house.

The boy, who was named for his father, had been laid out on a coach. He had a gash on his forehead and seemed to have passed out from the shock. One of the maids hurried past Nyssa and out of the door, running at full speed down the road, towards the home of the local doctor, who lived half a mile away.

Time seemed to drip by slowly. Mary was sobbing in the corner, while the older son was hugging his father. After the doctor arrived, Nyssa went to the servants and had them prepare warm water, on the off-chance that the doctor would request it.

A few hours later, the doctor stood up from where he had been examining young Charles, and spoke to the boy’s parents. Nyssa let out a soft sigh of relief; Young Charles, while not healthy, would recover in due course. He would need to be looked after closely for the foreseeable future.

‘I will do so,’ Nyssa said, placing a supportive hand on her step-sisters arm.

‘You are such a dear,’ Mary said, wiping her eyes. ‘I cannot do so; I am far too ill and need to relax. Myself and Charles will go to dine with Captain Jovanka this evening in the great house, so that it will be quiet here for you to tend to young Charles. Thank goodness you have no children of your own.’

Nyssa nodded, as Mary left the room. Nyssa was left with young Charles, who was still dozing on the coach. She crossed over to the fire, which the servants had kindly kept burning softly, so as to not overheat the young boy while he was recovering.

Nyssa could hear the sounds of Mary and her husband readying themselves for dinner with Captain Jovanka. Nyssa stood beside the fire, feeling the heat wash over her gently.

I’m such a coward, she thought.

                                                               *

 It was the next day. The sun had risen on a bright and cheerful day, and the windows were full of spring sunshine, despite the air still having something of a chill. Nyssa had risen early and was sat eating breakfast with Mary. Although Nyssa found that her appetite was not very present at the moment.

‘Captain Jovanka is a most charming woman,’ Mary said, her mouth half-full with cold beef. ‘Herself and Charles have become fast friends, and I believe that they are going hunting today.’

Nyssa started.

‘They… they are starting from here?’

‘Oh, no,’ Mary said, not noticing Nyssa’s shock. ‘The noise would be too much for the boy. I believe Charles is going to meet the Captain over at the great house-’

It was at that moment that a knocking came from the window behind them. Nyssa and Mary turned.

‘I’ve come for the dogs!’ Charles Musgrove exclaimed, his face pressed up against the window and grinning. ‘We’re all going hunting; Captain Jovanka is just coming around!’

Mary climbed to her feet in excitement. Nyssa followed, her hand clutching the back of the chair she had just vacated. Her pulse seemed to quicken.

The door opened and Henrietta and Louise Musgrove walked in, chattering happily between themselves and-

Captain Jovanka stepped into the room. Taking a large hat off her head, the Captain revealed a crop of closely clipped dark-brown hair, of the sort that was becoming fashionable in the booming cities of southern England. A lopsided grin was present on her lips, with a sort of carefree cheer that, combined with the sharpness of her teeth, was something to behold. She was wearing a Navy tunic with epaulettes, as befitted her rank, and a pair of dark trousers with tall leather boots. A long overcoat was hanging over her arm. The tunic seemed to strain against her muscles, and her face was lightly tanned. Her eyes, the same shade of deep brown, were calm and steady as they swept across the room and landed, briefly, on Nyssa herself.

Oh.

Nyssa’s grip tightened on the chair.

‘Ah… Mrs Musgrove,’ Captain Jovanka said, a small smile on her face. The accent, all too familiar to Nyssa’s ears, was polite yet cheerful and relaxed. ‘And Miss Traken. How do you do?’

‘Splendid!’ Mary exclaimed. ‘I see my husband has tempted you all out for hunting!’

‘Oh, yes,’ the Captain replied. ‘Just a bit of fun, of course. Nothing intense. Would you care to join us?’

‘I would love to!’

Mary smiled, pulling her shawl around her.

Nyssa bent down to pick up her book from the table.

‘I shall stay here and care for the boy,’ she said, quietly.

‘Oh, you are such a dear,’ Mary said, quickly. ‘Always so selfless; have you been introduced by my sister, Captain?’

Nyssa froze where she stood, seemingly unable to look up.

‘We’ve… been acquainted,’ Captain Jovanka said, her voice steady. ‘I wish the young boy the quickest of recoveries, of course. Henrietta and Louisa swear that he is… quite a character indeed.’

‘Well, that’s one way of putting it,’ Mary said, bustling over to follow them all out of the door. ‘My husband tells me that you are an excellent shot, Captain-’

The door closed behind Mary.

The floor of the house was now very quiet indeed.

Nyssa crossed the room to be beside young Charles. He smiled faintly at her, and she smiled, gently stroking his cheek as he dozed off again.

Outside, she could hear the sounds of the hunting party moving away from the house. They would indeed have a great deal of fun, by the sounds of excited chatter,  of which Captain Jovanka’s voice was the most pronounced.

Nyssa sat down in the window seat and let out a deep breath, feeling her hands shake as she placed them in her lap.

                                                            *

 Nyssa was so caught up in her thoughts as she minded young Charles that she only noticed the noise outside when Mary walked through the door. Several hours had gone by in the time she had been alone with only the contents of her own mind to occupy herself.

‘Oh, what a lovely time!’ she exclaimed, sitting down next to Nyssa. ‘The Captain is a terrific shot, and such a witty woman as well!’

‘I take it that you have had fun?’ Nyssa said, quietly.

‘Very much; I feel quite carefree,’ Mary replied, pulling off her shawl. ‘What fun it is to see the shooting in action!’

Nyssa nodded, absently.

‘I must say, though; Captain Jovanka is not very gallant towards you, Nyssa,’ Mary said, now eating a slice of apple. ‘When Henrietta asked her, the Captain said that you were so altered that she should not have known you again. But I suppose eight years can change one, after all…’

Nyssa nodded, blinking quickly. She could not help but dwell on the words. While she had been expecting the change to have been apparent, her heart still ached so.

The eight years that had passed had certainly caused many a change. She stared at herself, reflected in the glass of the window nearby. Her brown hair was already starting to lose its shine, and surely her eyes had sunken over the majority of the last decade. She was no longer a young girl of prospects.

Twenty-seven.

By all accounts, she was considered past marrying age. For her class, she was a spinster. Whereas Captain Jovanka… Nyssa sighed, placing her hands on top of each other. Eight years could certainly do a lot-

‘Oh, we’ll be joining them all for dinner up in the great house, of course. Young Charles seems to be recovering nicely, so I did insist on you being invited as well.’

Nyssa started, and turned to stare at Mary, who didn’t seem to have noticed her shock.

‘Hopefully, Captain Jovanka will be more civil to you in person,’ Mary continued. ‘As befits my sister, after all.’

‘I… I see.’

As much as Nyssa willed the day to last longer, before long, the sun had set. Her heart heavy, Nyssa followed Mary and her family up to the great house. At the very least, she was not known for being talkative and could quietly sit in the background without issue.

Or so she thought. For, as soon as she entered the drawing room of the great house, she discovered Captain Jovanka sat at the pianoforte, with Louisa and Henrietta stood nearby.

‘Miss Traken, I do apologise,’ the Captain said, standing up and climbing off the stool. She was wearing another navy uniform; this one was darker, clearly for formal dress. It suited her very much and Nyssa felt her heart speed up. ‘I have taken your place.’

‘T-there is no need,’ Nyssa said, quietly. ‘I assure you.’

‘Oh, but your pianoforte is wonderful,’ Mrs Musgrove said, from her seat nearby. ‘Nyssa, you must play for us after dinner.’

‘Do you not wish to dance, Miss Traken?’

Nyssa’s mouth flapped open and closed. Captain Jovanka was staring at her, those deep brown eyes focusing on Nyssa, who felt her stomach drop as if she had missed a step going down a staircase.

‘I… I prefer to play,’ she said, dropping her eyes.

‘Well, dinner will be served soon,’ Mrs Musgrove said, cheerfully. ‘Shall we all head into the dining room? Captain Jovanka, how have you found your time spent here so far?’

It was all Nyssa could do to move quickly and quietly into the dining room. Was it just her imagination, or could she feel the gaze of Captain Jovanka on the back of her head? She wished it was not so.

                                                              *

 After the dinner itself had finished, everyone remained at the table, chatting. The conversation moved to Captain Jovanka’s navy career.

‘Have you been in the navy a long time?’

‘I have indeed, Louisa,’ said the Captain, smiling at the younger of the Musgrove sisters. ‘A good eight years now.’

‘The pride of her ship, I’m given to understand,’ said the Admiral. ‘Which is a high compliment indeed, given that the wars with Napoleon have increased the amount of men and women in the navy tenfold.’

‘You flatter me, sir,’ Captain Jovanka said, taking a sip of her drink. ‘But I’d like to think that I have performed well in my duty. It gives me a great sense of privilege to know that my success is due to my own intelligence and skill, as opposed to happenstance and genetic lottery. I believe that the reduction in commissioned officers in favour of promotions has enabled many women to climb the ranks of the navy, even beyond what Queen Elisabeth the First envisioned when she introduced the laws to enable women to serve in the armed forces some… what, two centuries ago? The rank of Navy office is no longer a club for wealthy aristocratic men, and I’m most glad of it, I can tell you.’

‘The Captain is of the sapphic persuasion, I believe,’ the Admiral said, smiling over at Louisa Musgrove. ‘I have been reliably informed that is the terminology used by the youth of today.’

‘You would be correct, Admiral!’ Captain Jovanka replied, with a bark of laughter. ‘And, yes, I have never found myself enamoured with men. At least, not in the matters of the heart!’

As the rest of the table joined Captain Jovanka in laughter, Nyssa took a large mouthful from her drink and kept her eyes to her empty plate. She did not trust herself to look at the Captain during this particular topic. Not while her heart pained her so. She did not have the right to look at Captain Jovanka after what she had done. After how Nyssa had hurt her.  For, surely, the Captain must have hated her, and continued to hate her, for such behaviour.

‘And yet you went away to sea, to be on ships with fewer women than at home,’ giggled Louisa, her eyes sparkling. ‘Is that not counterintuitive?’

There was amiable laughter, of which Captain Jovanka was the loudest. Nyssa smiled, but did not say anything.

‘Indeed, it used to be considered bad luck for a woman to be onboard!’ Captain Jovanka continued. ‘Although that has largely been forgotten nowadays, given how many women now serve.’

‘Agreed,’ said Lady Croft. ‘When I was onboard for the Admirals voyages, I was shocked at just how many women were serving, even back then.’

‘And… you never felt ill or worried?’ said Nyssa.

She wasn’t entirely sure why she spoke thus. The words seemed to have slipped out before she had consciously thought of them.

‘I only ever felt like that when the Admiral was away and I was left at home,’ replied Lady Croft, smiling at her husband. ‘Whenever we were together, I always felt… right.’

The Admiral smiled fondly at his wife, his skin crinkling around his eyes as he did so. The two of them were clearly very dear to each other, and Nyssa felt somewhat in awe of them. As well as, her heart insisted on it, sadness.

Louisa turned back to Captain Jovanka.

‘Was that not lonely then for you, Captain?’

‘To be away from home? Of course not. I initially went to sea, as I felt at a loss of something to do,’ the Captain said, her voice dropping somewhat in volume. Nyssa felt her eyes irresistibly drawn to the Captain. ‘Something to… focus my mind and my talents on.’

Her eyes met Nyssa’s.

‘You see, I… had no wife in that year.’

Nyssa felt as if her heart had turned to lead. She did not speak, for fear that her voice would betray her. Captain Jovanka’s eyes moved away a few moments later, but Nyssa continued to stare at the Captain long after the conversation had moved on. As if to look at a life she knew that she could no longer have. A life she had given up all rights to thinking about when she had rescinded her acceptance of the Captain’s marriage proposal. Eight years ago; on the day she had broken Captain Jovanka’s heart.

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WHAT IF: 60th Anniversary Collection of novel reprints

I love collecting Doctor Who books. I have slightly over 40 of them now, including novelisations, anthologies, script books, and stuff about the making of the TV show. But majority of my collection consists of original novels.

The 50th Anniversary Collection! Back in 2013, BBC Books released a collection of 11 reprints for the 50th anniversary, one book for each Doctor at the time. What a great idea! And they had cool matching covers!

Now, for the record, I have to admit - I only have one of these reprints: Festival of Death by Jonathan Morris. I would buy more of them, but I'm not interested in every single book in the collection. And I already own the previous printings of Dreams of Empire and The Silent Stars Go By, so there's that.

But these reprints seemed like a wonderful idea, so BBC Books did it again. In 2014, they released The Monster Collection - 8 books featuring 8 iconic monsters. In 2015, they published The History Collection - 8 books, all set in various periods in the past.

And in 2016... they just stopped. Because of course they did.

With the upcoming anniversary, I've been hoping for a revival of this inniciative. But as far as I know, no new reprint collection is coming... So listen up, BBC Books! Here's a list of DW novels you should reprint!

Okay, since this is my version of the list, I've only included stuff that I don't already own. There might be more suitable candidates, but I already own The Stealers of Dreams, The Tomb of Valdemar, The Good Doctor, and Alien Bodies. So, you know.

Rule no. 2: No reprints from the previous three collections.

And also - this list includes some novels originally published by Virgin. Now, this probably shouldn't be a problem? While no VNAs or VMAs were included for the 50th collection, they did reprint some for the subsequent two collections. Big Finish have also managed to get the rights to adapt them. Therefore I think this probably wouldn't be a huge problem for BBC Books. Still, I decided to include an alternative for every Virgin novel on the list.

So, here it is!

First Doctor: The Time Travellers by Simon Guerrier

Susan, Ian, Barbara

2005

After reading "Journey Out of Terror" in The Target Storybook, I desperately want more of Simon Guerrier writing for the 1st Doctor, Ian, and Barbara. He just gets their voices so well!

Second Doctor: The Dark Path by David A. McIntee

Jamie, Victoria

1997

The Master has probably almost as many origin stories as the Doctor. This is one of them. As a consequence of that, this book is quite expensive on ebay.

The second Doctor vs Delgado's Master. My fan brain just can't resist this one.

(Alternatively: The Indestructible Man - Simon Messingham)

I love Messingham's Tomb of Valdemar, so I'd like to read more DW stuff written by him.

Third Doctor: Verdigris by Paul Magrs

Jo, Brigadier, Yates, Benton

2000

Featuring Iris Wildthyme. Yeah. Reprint this one.

Fourth Doctor: Scratchman by Tom Baker and James Goss

Sarah Jane, Harry

2019

A new-ish book for the fourth Doctor, largely here because it's such a legendary bit of trivia - Tom Baker and Ian Marter plotted an Doctor Who movie together in the 1970s. This is the novelisation of that movie that never was.

Fifth Doctor: Goth Opera by Paul Cornell

Nyssa, Tegan

1994

Paul Cornell writing for the fifth Doctor? Vampires? I want to read this.

(Alternatively: Divided Loyalties - Garry Russell)

While not known for being particularly good, it features the Toymaker. And somehow had a huge influence on this website. It deserves a reprint.

Sixth Doctor: Millennial Rites by Craig Hinton

Mel

1995

This just seems like the most interesting thing that anyone has ever done with Valeyard, as well as having a really fun premise. Again, I really want to read this.

(Alternatively: Mission: Impractical - David A. McIntee)

Frobisher's in it.

Seventh Doctor: Lungbarrow by Marc Platt

Chris Cwej

1997

They can't keep getting away with not reprinting Lungbarrow. It's the big one. Also, it's one of the most expensive DW books on ebay, so there's that.

Unfortunately, the Doctor Who office seemingly perceives it as a "can of worms", so I'm not holding my breath. Still, they really should reprint it. I feel like it's a key text in the history of Doctor Who and I want to get my hands on it.

(Alternatively: Atom Bomb Blues - Andrew Cartmel)

It's Andrew Cartmel, seemingly getting heavy and political.

Eighth Doctor: Vampire Science by Kate Orman, Jonathan Blum

Sam

1997

There are so many worthy candidates for reprints from EDAs, but I've decide to go back to the beginning... Not the very beginning. I've read The Eight Doctors it's not worth it. But from what I've heard, Vampire Science definitely is.

Ninth Doctor: The Deviant Strain by Justin Richards

Rose, Jack

2005

Gotta admit, this one was something of a random pick? The ninth Doctor doesn't have a lot of books, so might as well go for this one.

Tenth Doctor: The Story of Martha - Dan Abnett

Martha (obviously)

2008

Not only is this a story centered on the best companion of the RTD era, but it also features short stories that Martha tells people? Including one written by ROB SHEARMAN??? This is an auto-include for the tenth Doctor book.

Eleventh Doctor: The Coming of the Terraphiles - Michael Moorcock

Amy

2010

Around the time when DW books weren't really an important part of the series, something wild happened - a hugely important and influential fantasy and sci-fi author wrote a book featuring the eleventh Doctor. No idea why. I'd love to read it, tho.

Twelfth Doctor: Blood Cell - James Goss

Clara

2014

It's the only book from the first batch of 12th Doctor books I don't have. From what I've heard, it's also the best one. I love some of James Goss' other work, so I'm inclined to believe that.

Thirteenth Doctor: At Childhood's End - Sophie Aldred

Ace, Graham, Yaz, Ryan

2020

I love Ace. A friend of mine once told me that this book is amazing, so I'm gonna believe him. It's going on the list.

And there you have it! A list of Doctor Who novels I'd reprint for the 60th Anniversary, if I could. Give them beautiful new covers (matching, obviously) and it's the 60th Anniversary Collection.

On the upside, BBC Books gave us a sextet of new books for the anniversary, which is really cool. And one of them is an epic poem! And one of them is written by Dave Rudden! So there are Doctor Who books to buy this year.

But I really hope they are gonna start doing some reprints again. I think these books deserve it.

#doctor who 60th anniversary #book collecting #doctor who books #edas #dweu #reprint more doctor who books #bbc books #penguin books

[mommy-daddy-issues-poll]

Gideon Nav + Harrowhark Nonagesimus (The Locked Tomb) Propaganda

Team up propaganda X X

Gideon

"Everything about Gideon’s parents is a massive series spoiler, so be warned.

In a matter of minutes, Gideon met God, found out that her mysterious dead mother was actually a revolutionary terrorist who conceived her using God’s stolen jizz intending to kill her as a tool in a plot to dethrone God, and then witnessed the violent implosion of God’s polycule and died (again). And then God found her body, turned it into a weapon (but didn’t fix the stigmata), and stuffed her soul back inside. She’s still mega dead and her dad is too busy having misery sex with one of his generals to bother with “parenting” or “being God,” but on the other hand she’s got the fancy uniform and frontline post she always wanted, so obviously she’s happy now. Definitely."

"Her mother only ever called her ""The Bomb"" because Gideon was conceived solely to use as a sacrifice to kill her father. Her dad is a genocidal god emperor who has a midlife crisis immediately after finding out Gideon exists, so she decides to go on a mission to kill his ex-gf (the earth) to make him happy"

"Mommy issues: her mother (Wake) only conceived Gideon in order to have access to the blood of Gideon's dad (John, who is also God). During the pregnancy, Wake called Gideon the Bomb. After Gideon was born, Wake planned to kill Gideon in order to open the Locked Tomb and bring about the death of John (and destruction of the Nine Houses). Instead, Wake was killed by a man named Gideon, and became a Jane Doe with a living infant. When necromancers tried to get information from Wake's ghost, she screamed out Gideon's name three times, and everyone thought that it must be the baby's name.

Daddy issues: Gideon died before she could meet her dad, but that's okay! He's the Necrolord Prime, the man who resurrected people 10,000 years ago; surely he could do it again, right? Right? He refuses to do this. Instead, Gideon is left dead, with holes in her chest and neck from her impalement. John turned her skin to titanium and made it so that her blood turns to dust when outside her body."

"Spoilers:

Mom - created Gideon to destroy the Nine Houses

Dad - is the Emperor Undying, necromantic god, and after he kills his duplicitous sluts in the same hour he meets his daughter also horribly depressed. Steals Gideon's dead body from her mom's people, stuffs her soul back in, and makes her indestructible. But still dead."

“Dad is literally god (derogatory) and mom is dead, but hated her for having to give birth to her and planned to kill her as a baby.”

"Massive spoilers for TLT ahead

Gideon's mom gave birth to her for her to be a weapon to help her kill God. During her pregnancy, she exclusively referred to her unborn child as ""the bomb."" She died in the attempt, and Gideon grew up knowing her mom as a mindless reanimated skeleton worker. She was still the closest thing Gideon had to someone she could talk to. She tried to ghost murder Gideon's girlfriend. She fiercely loved the family she had when she was alive. She did not love Gideon.

Gideon's dad is God. His name is John. When they first met, he made a hi I'm dad joke. He brought her soul back from the dead and stuck it her mortally wound corpse. He's ten thousand years old and is the less emotionally stable of the two. He's a mass murderer. He doesn't have a clue how to be a parent. He made her a prince and let her be a soldier like she always wanted. She has everything now, except a father who understands her.

Gideon also has some people who sort of acted as surrogate parents for her.

Her stand-in mom, Aiglamene, was a soldier and a warrior, and her teacher as a swordswoman. Gideon is a warrior, a weapon, and she owes that to Aiglamene.

Her stand-in father, Crux, detests her. He thinks she's undisciplined, disloyal, and utterly unworthy to be Cavalier of the Ninth House. When Gideon comes back to the Ninth after learning who she really is, she kills him. It doesn't feel good."

Harrow

“Harrow’s parents killed all 200 children in the Ninth House order to conceive her by necromantic means and then *told her about this* when she was extremely young. They were cold and demanding and constantly reminded her that her existence had been purchased with the genocide of their own House. As a suicidal preteen, she broke into the tomb in which their God-Emperor sealed his nemesis 10,000 years ago, and which the Ninth House was formed to protect, knowing the process would kill her. It did not; she saw the Body inside, and lived. When her parents learned that she had betrayed their House’s mission and potentially triggered the apocalypse, they handed her a noose and hanged themselves in front of her. She could not make herself follow their last instruction; instead, she necromantically puppeted their bodies and, through them, secretly began to lead the Ninth House herself. She emerges from all of this about as well-adjusted as you would imagine. She cannot bear to live; she cost far too much to die.”

"Harrow's parents committed a genocide of nearly all the children of the Ninth House so that they could conceive a necromancer. They told her this when she was very young, leading her to be suicidal by the age of 10 because she believed herself to be a walking war crime. When she was 10, she opened the Locked Tomb, and her parents believed this to be a betrayal of God. They killed herself, and Harrow claims that her parents were kind when they gave her the noose to hang herself with. Thankfully, what Harrow saw within the Tomb had convinced her to live.

Also, in an alternate universe, they disowned her for not being a necromancer and whipped her for stealing a holy chain so that she could use it as a weapon."

#propaganda #mommy daddy issues poll #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #the locked tomb #tw suicide #tw child abuse

[panlight]

Hey!! I’ve got a question about strength / traits in the wolves vs the vampires and I was wondering if you might have any answers? Even if it isn’t canon, I love and appreciate your personal thoughts :))

Are the wolves and vampires of similar speed? Strength?

Apart from the wolves not being as indestructible as marble, are there any other major advantages that vampires have over them physically?

I’ve been reading some fanfic recently and the answers to all of these questions change each time, so I was hoping you might be able to clarify lol

If you can’t get to this then no worries!! But if so then thank you <333

In the movies they say the wolves are faster; I can’t recall if it’s spelled out that clearly in the books, however. But I’m happy to let the shifters have this one! It makes sense to me that a wolf-shaped supernatural being can run faster than a human-shaped one. 

I think the strength is about equal, with only newborns and vamps with extra strength like Siobhan, Felix and Emmett having an advantage there. 

I think the main difference is that vampires are generally solitary fighters (or at most maybe a mated pair together) and that the wolves operate as a team. They can communicate telepathically and coordinate their attack in a way that must be a huge advantage. 

If you had 1 vampire vs 1 wolf, the vampire might then have the advantage because they are used to fighting alone. 

But the wolves, unlike vampires DO tend to travel in packs, so even a small pack of say three wolf shifters (like the previous pack of Ephraim, Quil and Levi) would have no problem taking out a solo nomad they encounter in the woods. 3 wolves vs 2 vampires might be more of an even fight?  

The wolves have a super healing factor; the problem is that vampire venom slows or even stops that healing. So while venom won’t outright kill them (and they are immune to the transformative effects) if they have other injuries that may be life-threatening, then the venom in their system could prove deadly. 

And then vampires sometimes have other gifts that the wolves don’t. While each wolf shifter might have their own talent--Leah’s the fastest and I think Seth has even more keen hearing than the rest--they’re not like, Edward or Alice or Jane or Benjamin type gifts, so vampires may have the advantage there. 

They also have their humanity! They care about each other, understand right from wrong, want to protect their people. That’s a huge motivator and advantage, imo. They have the kind of teamwork that we’re told vampires generally can’t/don’t have. There’s too much competition and territorial in-fighting. Outside vegetarian covens, non-mate bonds are easily broken (or so we’re told; I don’t know that canon actually bears this out despite Edward’s insistence and Garrett’s big speech). The average vampire, we’re told, would quite literally throw a companion to the wolves to save themselves (unless they’re mates I guess). The shifters are a team; they would never leave their companions to fight a vampire alone, and with their mental link, any who were phased in the area would know someone was in danger and would immediately come to help. Then they can mentally coordinate their attack without the vampire (other than Edward) being able to ‘hear’ their plans and anticipate their tactics. That seems like a pretty big advantage, and I think the wolf shifters have the abilities to hold their own one-on-one until help arrives. No one is coming to help the vampire. 

Also, their existence doesn’t seem to be widely-known in the vampire world, so they have the element of surprise on their side, too. 

#asks

[legomocfodder]

If you follow me, you've probably seen my Galaxy of Justice crossover, with DC characters in the Star Wars universe. Recently, I thought it would be fun to imagine some Marvel Characters in the Star Wars universe as well.

So here's Clone Captain Rogers, Cound Johann Schmidt, Tony Stark, U1T-20N, Jane Foster, Gorr the Jedi Hunter, Peter Parker, and the Abersyn Sybiote Venom.

Because I have no self control, I've also written up short-ish character descriptions, which are under the cut.

NSFW blogs do not reblog!

Captain Rogers: Clone trooper CT-1941, Captain Rogers was a defective clone, born with a number of health issues, he wasn’t expected to ever see the front lines. Eventually, he was given a special set of armor, helping to augment his weakened body and allow him to join the fight. Rogers was unique among clones in the way he fought too, having a thinner build, he often had to get more creative when forced into hand-to-hand combat situations. He also wielded a prototype energy shield as an extra measure to keep himself safe and his armor intact. When Order 66 was given, Captain Rogers defected, leaving the new Empire and eventually joining the Rebel Alliance, fighting to protect all the innocents in the galaxy.

Count Johann Schmidt: A count in the Galactic Empire, Schmidt oversaw the extermination on Geonosis, the chemicals used a specific concoction of his own design. However, he was caught in an explosion with some of the chemicals, causing him to be extremely injured. As a result of these injuries, a majority of his body needed to be replaced with cybernetics, and his face was permanently scarred, the chemical eating away at most of his hair and muscle on his exposed face, giving him a gaunt, skeletal appearance along with the remaining burns and scars.

Tony Stark: A weapon developer for the shipyards of Corellia, Tony was taken by the Empire to the Maw Installation to develop new weapons and technology for them. He became close to another scientist named Hank Pym and the 2 of them worked on the Dark Trooper program in the early days, with Tony developing the armor/body for the troopers while Pym developed the Artificial Intelligence. However, instead of creating the weapons and armor for the Dark Trooper, he developed it for himself, using the prototype to escape from the Maw Installation.Tony eventually joined the Rebel Alliance, using his shipbuilding and weapons expertise to help better equip and fix the Rebel fleet.

U1T-20N: Created by scientist Hank Pym in the Maw Installation, U1T-20N, or Ultron, was the prototype artificial intelligence for the Dark Trooper program. After Tony Stark escaped and took the prototype armor originally intended for Ultron, he built himself a new body, using the incredibly strong and durable clone trooper commando armor template and used the limited supply of stolen bekar that was at the Maw to make this new body nearly indestructible.

Jane Foster: A scientist for the Republic, after Order 66 Jane helped many Jedi escape the Empire, eventually meeting with a Jedi named Thor Odinson. Odinson wielded a special type of forcesaber like early Jedi used, this one powered by his own connection with the Force rather than the Dark Side. Jane ended up traveling with Thor and his fellow Jedi, evading the Empire and helping those they could. But when the Empire caught up with them, Odinson was mortally injured, entrusting his damaged forcesaber to Jane. She eventually repaired it, but due to her own weak connection to the Force, using the saber causes Jane considerable pain, slowly killing her every time she uses it.

Gorr: Gorr hailed from an isolated planet past the Outer Rim with a number of small colonies. The planet was inhospitable and was constantly under attack from raiders or pirates looking for a planet to land on and refuel or lie low from the authorities. Hearing legends of the Jedi, Gorr and his people hoped one day the Jedi may come to rescue them. After losing his family to a raider attack, Gorr swore revenge on the Jedi. One day, Gorr found a mysterious weapon in an isolated desert on his planet. With this dagger, he killed all the raiders and stole one of their ships, vowing to hunt down and eradicate the Jedi.

Peter Parker: The son of a Jedi survivor, Peter lived in a small city, on a small mid-rim planet, his family keeping themselves away from as much conflict as they could. As Peter got older, he began to feel his connection to the Force, like his father Ben Parker. Ben told him that he needed to keep it a secret, but like most teenagers, Peter couldn’t help but show off, his skills and abilities being seen as super-human. However, when the Empire learned of someone with Jedi-like abilities, an Inquisitor found their way to the Parker house. Ben gave his life so Peter and his mother could escape, but after seeing Ben give his life to protect the ones he loved, Peter knew he couldn’t just sit by and do nothing. So he joined a small Rebel cell, working to free his planet from the Empire. Peter makes sure to keep his face hidden though, worried what might happen to his mother if the Empire ever learned who he was.

Venom: A Force sensitive Abersyn Symbiote, Venom has been alive for millenia, using their Dark Side abilities to drain the life energy from other beings to keep their current host alive. Venom is not affiliated with any other Sith and has gone unnoticed by most for a majority of their existence.

#star wars crossover #jane foster #Steve Rogers #tony stark #peter parker #captain america #thor #valkyrie #iron man #spiderman #johann schmidt #red skull #ultron #gorr #gorr the god butcher #venom #lego #lego minifigures #custom minifigures #purist minifigures #lego star wars #marvel comics #marvel #star wars