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obxsummer · 8 months

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Broken Pieces // JJ Maybank

when jj, kie, and pope get the notification that you escaped the camerons again, they decide they're done sitting on the sidelines. it's up to jj to talk you off the ledge that you've been pushed on.

jj maybank x routledge!reader

warnings: this is dark umm su!cidal mentions, guns, involuntary drugs, mentions of abuse, no use of y/n

a/n: sorry this request took so long! i changed it a little bit just because I wasn't 100% comfortable but I hope it does justice :)

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The past few weeks in the Outer Banks had been like none before. Tourists had watched along as friends were lost to the sea, families were torn in two, and the best sheriff Kildare County had seen was killed in the blink of an eye.

John B and Sarah, presumed dead, had left a void that seemed impossible to fill. But the greatest torment was reserved for another soul—John B's younger sister, you. Your life had taken a nightmarish turn as you were thrust into the clutches of the Camerons. In the absence of your brother, you found yourself trapped in a living nightmare.

The Camerons, exploiting their legal authority as your guardians held you in an iron grip. Everything was isolated, cut off from your friends, your life, and any glimmer of hope. Your attempts to escape, though frequent, only led to capture, a vicious cycle of desperation and frustration. JJ, Kiara, and Pope had heard whispers of the attempts to break free, each thwarted by Shoupe returning you to Ward Cameron with no questions or complaints.

The remaining Pogues stood in The Wreck. Everything felt so wrong to be here, out living their lives, when they couldn’t get you home. Going to school felt so wrong when they were lacking the Routledge presence and leadership that came with both you and John B.

“Do you think she knows John B’s alive?” Kiara’s question was quiet as she referenced the text that had come through hours before. Your phone number was included on the group but nobody had heard from you in the weeks since you’d been taken.

Her question was left hanging in the air as Shoupe and his deputies, who had been taking their lunch break, quickly left with no explanation.

As the three friends exchanged quiet glances, a shrill ping cut through the heavy silence. Their phones buzzed in unison, displaying an alert that brought their collective pain into sharp focus—you had run away again. Kiara, Pope, and JJ exchanged urgent glances, their eyes mirroring their shared concern.

"We can't just sit here anymore. We've got to do something."

Pope nodded, his jaw clenched. "You're right. It's been too long. We have to find her ourselves.”

JJ's mind was racing, thoughts of your desperate situation flooding his mind. He knew you well enough to understand your pain, your yearning for a family that cared, especially after losing your mother at a young age. "Let's split up and cover more ground. Kiara, you head towards the docks. Pope, check out the beach area. I'll go back to the Chateau. She might have gone there."

The tension in the air grows with each passing minute. JJ's heart raced as he treaded through the overgrown path leading to the Routledge residence. The memories of John B and Sarah hung heavy on his mind, adding a bitter layer to the anguish he felt for your predicament.

As he approached the door, he could feel his pulse quicken. The heavy atmosphere of the place was suffocating, a stark contrast to the lively household he remembered from his childhood visits. Taking a deep breath, he knocked, his knuckles rapping gently against the wood. The door creaked open but he expected that.

The house was dimly lit, the air heavy with memories. And there, in the midst of it all, stood you. Your once vibrant eyes were now dulled by pain, your face stained with tear tracks. A loaded gun, JJ’s gun, was clutched tightly in your trembling hand. How you had it, he didn’t want to know.

JJ's heart plummeted at the sight. He slowly raised his hands in a calming gesture, his voice gentle as he spoke, "Hey, hey, Birdie. It's me. I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to talk."

You turned to him, eyes wide with a mix of fear and desperation. "JJ? What are you doing here?"

"I came to find you," he replied softly. "We all did. Kie and Pope are on their way." JJ was quick to notice your bloodshot eyes and the shaking in your hands. Whatever Rafe and Ward had given you was still in your system and you weren’t handling it well.

Tears streamed down your face as you took a shaky step back, the gun still pointed in his direction. "Why? No one cares. No one cares about me. John B is gone. Dad is gone. I should've gone with John B. I should be with them."

JJ's heart ached as he listened to your broken words. He knew he had to tread carefully. "Sweetheart, I know. I know you miss him, but we care about you. I care about you. We've been searching for you because we want to help."

Telling you John B was alive would only set you off right now, but JJ wished the knowledge could bring you some comfort.

You shook your head, voice trembling as anger mixed with grief. "You don't understand, JJ. The Camerons are horrible. They're abusive, Ward a-and Rafe. And no one is helping me. I'm trapped, stuck in this repetitive loop with no hope."

The weight of your words hung heavy in the air. JJ's fists clenched involuntarily as he fought to control his emotions. He took a step closer. "I’m here now, yeah? I won't let you go through this alone. We're your family too."

“I… I see him every day. In my dreams, in-in the house,” You choked for air in your lungs. Your grip on the gun loosened slightly, and your shoulders shook as sobs racked your body. "You don't know what it's like, JJ. Every day is a nightmare. No one believes me. No one listens. They hurt me, control every damn thing. And no one helps, no one cares. I might as well be invisible, 'cause no one loves me.”

He continued to approach slowly, his eyes locked onto yours. "I get it, I get it okay. I’m right here, a-and we're here to help you get out of this nightmare. You don't have to face it alone."

A mixture of vulnerability and anger crossed your face. You’d given up long before you saw him. "You can't save me, JJ. No one can."

JJ's heart shattered, his chest tightening as he struggled to rein in his own emotions. He knew he had to reach you, to break through the fortress of pain and despair that had taken control of your thoughts. He knew you didn’t know how the gun worked and the fact that the safety was still on was the slightest tinge of relief he had.

His voice cracked with raw emotion as he said your name, "We love you, I love you. I would never leave you, okay? You're not invisible, and you're not alone. You're family, a family that cares about you more than words can say."

Your grip on the weapon slackened, and JJ approached slowly, his heart pounding. One wrong step and he would fuck this whole thing up. "Give me the gun, baby," he implored gently, his eyes locked onto yours. "Please. Let me fix this.”

You looked at him, tears streaming down your face, and hesitated. JJ saw the window of opportunity and jumped, smacking the gun out of your hand as the two of you collided with the floor. The scream you let out was heartwrenching as he pulled you into a careful embrace, letting you cry against his shoulder.

The floodgates had opened, all the pain and anger you'd bottled up pouring forth. JJ held tightly, offering a sanctuary amidst the outburst of your emotions. You screamed and shoved against him but he refused to let go.

As your sobs subsided, he let out a deep breath of relief. "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He continued to hold you in his lap, your face buried in his neck as you clung to him for some form of grounded relief.

The two of you sat like that for a decent amount of time. Long enough that Kie and Pope had come to the Chateau for themselves and witnessed you both on the floor before staying out on the porch to give you space.

“John B’s alive,” JJ’s whisper was soft. He figured you were slowly calming down and with the water he’d been forcing you to drink, he hoped things were exiting your system.

Your eyes were teary when you pulled back to look at him. “What are you talking about?”

He kept his palm against the back of your neck to hold you while digging for his phone to show you the text. Your face shifted to a pained expression as you viewed the conversation on the screen before all the tension exited your body at once and you curled back into JJ’s hold.

“Is this real?” Your voice cracked as you continued to stare at the picture on the phone.

“Yep,” JJ said as he took the phone back, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his actions a soothing gesture that spoke volumes. The chaos of emotions that had consumed the moment was slowly giving way to a sense of clarity and understanding.

"Holy shit," you murmured, your voice filled with a mix of wonder and amazement. You continued to stare at the screen, your gaze fixed on the image of your brother and his girlfriend. The realization that they were alive, that there was hope, seemed almost too good to be true.

JJ's arms remained wrapped around you, holding you close as you leaned into his embrace. The room seemed to hold a sense of warmth and comfort, a sanctuary from the storms of the outside world.

The weight of uncertainty had lifted, and a glimmer of hope shone brightly in its place. As you held onto JJ, you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you had someone who would support you through it all. And in that moment, as you stared at the screen and held onto each other, you knew everything would be okay. John B would come home, you’d make sure of it.

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villainbait · 3 months

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Sins of the Shrine - Chapter One

Pairing: Heian!Sukuna x Reader

Rating: R

Word count: 3.4k

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Chapter Warnings: heian period brutality, light body horror, thriller, curses do exist, sexual themes, eventually, torture, threats, graphic depictions of blood, ryomen sukuna is his own warning, pre-transformation sukuna, potential manga spoilers

Summary:

The other miko had whispered of a shrine that separated the clearing of your own but you had forgotten their warning. It was very important, but you had forgotten it. A hushed warning about a demon that dwelled there, his cursed energy so thick it could choke you to death just by being in his presence- that's if you survived long enough for that to be your fate. Whether you come as a lover or an executioner, I am ready to receive you. -Agustin Gomez-Arcos

prologue ↠ i. ↠ ii. ↠

Chapter One: The Unpolished Jewel

"there is no story where no one was sacrificed."

The first call of your name goes unheard. The second call is ignored. The third time your name is shouted loud enough to wake the dead and it is accompanied by the sound of angry footsteps and a sliding door that rattles along the rudimentary track as it’s slammed open. It makes you jump and you whine softly when your concentration is interrupted, desperate to finish these last two lines of poetry. A poem that you knew very well if it wasn’t perfect would ensure the disappointment of your father and the ridicule of your siblings. It doesn’t matter to your guardian as she berates you for not answering her and you can’t help but sigh, propping your cheek on one hand and tuning her out.

That’s right, you were graced – cursed, really – with an elder sister and a younger brother. There were other, less legitimate children that you had heard the servants whisper about, too. Your father often wasn’t kind to the household, so they were more than happy to gossip; even in your presence. Not that you minded really, since it was rare you were bothered by your father, let alone your siblings. Sometimes it was the only way you even knew how they were doing, given how scarce your interactions with them were. The estate was expansive and when your mother had died and father remarried someone closer to your age than his you had been banished to the outer living spaces.

It was something you were quite used to, even before your mother died trying to give him a boy. Of course, girls were the preferred sex and the celebrations were grand when one was born, but your father desired someone to take over the clan when he passed. While you wanted for nothing since your father supplied you a generous allowance for whatever you needed and more than you desired. That was as far as his filial duty extended to you, since your sister was the prize of the family. Often as a child you were left on your own, only the servants or your own wit to help you survive and learn how to stumble through this brutal, unforgiving world. Most days you thought it was a blessing, excused from having to perform the courtly rituals that you had heard your sister incessantly complain about.

Some days, though, it was unbearably lonely.

As a child, you longed for friends. Sometimes the servants would bring their own children along, one or two of them a half-sibling of sorts to you; but they never stayed long. Until one day when you were playing on the edge of the property, far too close to the treeline. Your hands covered in dirt, you were approached by two dogs. A normal child would’ve been startled to have two large, spirit beings approach them; but you were not normal. You had been able to see curses since you were a toddler and these beings didn’t look near as frightening as the creatures that hovered on the edge of your home. They didn’t dare come closer, since the cursed energy emanating from your family’s land was intimidating enough to keep them at a distance.

Yet these dogs were unfazed and unafraid, loping up to you with tongues and tails wagging. They were friendly and you returned the same, spending your entire day entertaining one another until you were called back into the house for dinner. You wave goodbye to your new friends but they don’t listen, beginning to follow you.

“You can’t!” You cry softly, trying to shoo them away. “I’ll get into trouble if you come with me.”

They didn’t budge, still sitting there expectantly as if waiting for something. You put your hands on your hips and huff, trying to think of a way you could take them home with you. It was almost certain that your guardian would take them away and have them disposed of if she saw them, since she was deathly afraid of all animals; but especially dogs. They sit and cock their heads to the side and you sigh a child’s sigh of exaggerated exasperation. “I wish you could stay with me, I really do, but you can’t.”

Something on the heels of that wish made the tips of your fingertips tingle sharply and you clenched your little fists to try to stop the weird sensation. The dogs stood before taking a running start and diving into your waning shadow cast by the setting sun, disappearing completely. That did startle you and you panicked, turning in circles as you tried to figure out what had happened. The servant yelling for you grew more frantic in her calls and you hurried home to assuage her worry, but didn’t dare tell her of your own worry. You weren’t even sure what had happened yourself, but ever since you swore your shadow had felt heavier somehow.

At the time you had no idea, but that was the day your cursed technique manifested.

After that and when no one was around, you’d gently call the two dogs from your shadow to keep you company when you felt lonely. The two had become your constant companions and they were your sole comfort that you hid from everyone, too afraid of what might happen if others found out. Not only that, but you quickly found out they sustained themselves on cursed energy, so they were expert helpers in dispatching the creepy cursed spirits that strayed too close to your living quarters.

The rest of your childhood passes in mostly a blur of the same thing day after day, but it all comes to a screeching halt on the day you reach maturity. You should’ve seen this coming as you were not your fated baby brother whose future as heir to your family’s dynasty was already foretold. Neither were you your eldest sister who, if rumor was to be believed, was set to marry a rich man twice her age (you were eternally grateful to be spared that fate). No, you were but the neglected middle child and thus it shouldn’t have been surprising when your father arrived in a whirlwind, only to announce your sudden and indefinite departure to a shrine you had never heard the name of before leaving just as abruptly.

Yet somehow, you sat there in muted shock as the servants assigned to you tittered and worried over what was going to happen to them when you left. You were about to undergo the biggest, most frightening change of your life and they only worried about themselves. Nevertheless, you were packed up without further delay and undertook the arduous journey closer to the capital of Kyoto. Thankfully it was mostly uneventful save your horse throwing a shoe at one point and you arrived at the shrine safely.

The first thing you noticed upon arrival was that the shrine itself, while well-maintained, was simplistic in design. Three large, oblong buildings were surrounded by towering, droopy trees that seemed to diminish their overall presence. It was only after you alighted from your horse that you realized how hushed and muted the other miko scurrying around distracted with their duties were. It doesn’t take long before you realize you’re having a bit of trouble breathing from the rancid energy swirling around the grounds, but it was too late to turn back as your escorts were already long gone by the time you even considered the option. With a sigh, you hike your makeshift bag higher on your shoulder and approach a group of three miko dressed just like you.

They don’t look up from their sweeping of the stone entryway and you clear your throat softly to get their attention. Simultaneously they all stop working to look up at you and you’re struck by how haggard they appear and you can’t help but wonder what your father was thinking in sending you here. Perhaps he wasn’t thinking of your well-being at all, which would be quite typical of him.

“Uhm, hello.” You offer a traditional greeting and they return it automatically to which elicits a warm smile from you. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. “I’ve just arrived, I don’t know if you received word of my arrival…” You trailed off when you glimpse their worried expressions and you stand there awkwardly until one of them nods and in a quiet monotone says, “Follow me, I’ll show you where to go.”

After a quick, dizzying tour around the shrine you’re taken to meet the priests. They come out of the shrine itself and you offer proper greetings. Something about them makes you uneasy and their eyes linger a little too long for your comfort, but you shake it off as simply not being accustomed to being scrutinized by strangers. Perhaps they were just curious about your cursed technique since they had been given prior notice that you were a shaman. One of the reasons you were sent to this shrine specifically was because it was comprised of others who could wield cursed techniques of their own. Of course, your father had no idea what your cursed technique was, but you knew that in his arrogance he would assume that no child of his would be bereft of such power.

It’s only later, when you’re tucked under your musty bed in the common room with the other girls that you hear a few of them whispering to each other. You can hear them quite clearly but wished to the gods you couldn’t since every sentence they mutter leaves you colder than the last. “She won’t last.” “They’ll eat her alive.” “That’s if she’s lucky.” “Her parents must hate her.” You pull the paltry bed covering over your head to block out their comments and try not to think about how much you already miss your actual bed and home, shivering until you finally fall into a fitful sleep.

Over the next couple of days, you quickly realize the cursed energy that has gathered is vaguely suffocating and ever present. Not only that, but you had the distinct feeling you were being watched, that something had its eyes on you; waiting. When you ventured outside to do your own shared chores and you understood why those around you were so worried. Maybe this was why the other miko were so on edge every time you saw them scurrying around to do their daily tasks before nightfall, but you had to admit to curiosity over what this energy was that seemed so pervasive around the shrine. It was cursed energy that belonged to someone, that much you could discern. <i>Was it one of the priests?</i> You had tried to ask once, but the group of girls had pretended not to hear you and the broom handle felt abrasive in your grip when you tried not to take it personally.

A week passes quickly and you’ve barely just settled into a routine when you’re approached by one of the senior girls that doled out the chores every morning. She was flanked by two other girls that clung closer to her than necessary, all three of them wearing pinched smiles. It was on the tip of your tongue to ask what was wrong when she spoke in a quick, hushed tone.

“You have been tasked with the patrol tonight.” You gave the three of them a genuinely baffled look. “What does that mean?” As you soon found out, it meant that you were going to be responsible for walking the grounds and dispelling the weaker cursed spirits that seem to crop up like bugs. The expressions on the girls’ faces linger in the back of your mind and you couldn’t help but wonder why they looked so unhappy. Was it because this was a test? You did come from one of the most powerful jujutsu clans and this temple was renowned for refining noble young ladies of considerable shamanistic power, and you hoped you wouldn’t disappoint them.

Your worry was nothing when that very night you almost felt like you were finally doing something useful as you exorcised the creepy little things that tried to sneak their way into the cracks of the outbuildings. You say almost because no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t summon your canine companions.

It wasn’t for lack of trying, going so far as to call out to them like you would any other beloved pet. You even attempted to entice them from your shadow with the generous shaking of a juicy cut up corpse of a cursed spirit to no avail. With a frustrated sigh of resignation, you used the other tools and tricks you had at your disposal instead; thankful that you weren’t at least reliant on those fickle dogs of yours.

The first few weeks of this go without trouble and you settle into an uncomfortable but familiar routine, but one night it’s almost as if even the very air itself hesitated when you stepped onto the dewy lawn to begin your nightly vigil. You were so close to finishing your first loop around the dimly lit grounds when you heard it and froze. The faint sound of whimpering is unmistakable and you tip your head to the side as you try to pinpoint the direction from where it came. The pervasive cursed energy dulled your other senses considerably and despite how much you had tried to become accustomed to it, it was still difficult to concentrate. Inching cautiously towards the noise, the culprit becomes clear through the darkened copse of trees in front of you and you can vaguely make out the diminutive body of a child. With a quiet gasp you rush over to it without thinking, not realizing for a single moment it could be a trap-

The curse swipes out with a screaming, high-pitched wail and you scramble back with your hands over your ears only to barely miss getting sliced open with those sinuous, wicked claws attached to one of its hands. The other flings the small child against the tree so hard you hear the wet cracking and know it's dead on impact, but you don’t have time to mourn a life taken too soon. It’s already found new prey in the form of you and you realize with growing horror it’s cut off any retreat you may have had back to the safety of the shrine. It’s so much stronger than the weak little curses you’re used to dealing with as you frantically try to get your bearings; your ears still ringing. In desperation you call for your dogs again, your voice loud as you hope maybe someone from the shrine will hear you but you know it’s useless. You’d be dead before anyone could help you and your dogs don’t seem to care if you die either; refusing to come out.

So you do the only thing you can think of and run, darting into the utter blackness of the forest.

Cursed energy swirls around you and it is stifling, continually making it difficult to breathe as you’re chased through the woods. The crashing of tree branches as their brittle bark bounces off one another before falling onto the forest floor is deafening behind you. You can’t tell if it’s the pervasive suffocation you’ve grown accustomed to in the past few weeks that linger in the area or if it’s emanating from the monstrous creature on your heels.

A glint of white catches your attention from the corner of your eye but you can’t look – won’t look – trusting that whatever it is in the darkness is uninterested in you this night; your legs pumping faster as you race towards the unknown. As you move deeper into the forest, the malevolent energy grows even more oppressive and you’re desperately taking in air with every flagging step, already starting to get dizzy. The other miko had whispered of a shrine on the other side of the wilderness that separated the clearing of your own shrine, but your hope was wearing thin until you saw the break in the trees.

A large, looming torii arches above the tree tops and even in the darkness you can make out the warm illumination of braziers flanking the ornate entrance to the shrine. For the life of you, you could not remember who that shrine belonged to, but in this moment you didn’t care. The quiet, lighthearted promise you make to yourself that whatever deity haunted it would be the new god you prayed to if you survived tonight goes unspoken in face of the prevailing danger in the darkness.

You stumble through the arch and the energy here is unbearably thick, but you persevere despite the obvious warning to stay away; the spirit already crashing through the same split in the trees you had. The mournful warbling as it wails raises the hair on the back of your neck and you can feel its heavy footfalls reverberate through the ground as it races into the clearing. Stupidly, you risk a glance over your shoulder and trip – tumbling to the ground with a cry of surprise; landing in an unceremonious heap.

Dirt clings under your nails as you claw at the ground for purchase, scrambling only to slip and fall again. The thunderous sound of footsteps behind you is close, too close, and you whip around to face your death head on. You would not die running away and raise your hands in the mimicry of a gesture as the spirit scurries lopsidedly towards you; its grotesque tongues lolling lazily out of its mouth. The drool from those tongues hit the ground with hisses and stings as it corrodes the very earth under its feet. You shudder in revulsion and fear, shrinking back at the rancid smell of it when it reaches your nose. In a last desperate attempt, you make the peculiar gesture that you had seen only once when it came to you in a dream; feeling utterly silly if this is how you die but pinning every hope on it being a sign of salvation instead.

Sweat trickles down your spine and you can smell the rot of the creature as it reaches you and makes you want to vomit so you hold your breath and pray fervently to the god of this shrine.

The demon dogs burst suddenly from your shadow, all snarls and sharp teeth. They snatch the curse mere inches away from your face in their jaws and they go flying across the temple grounds in a tangled, violent heap. The distinct sound of bone and sinew snapping is loud in the silence, only punctuated by your heaving breaths as you lay there and stare up at the sky with wide, unblinking eyes as the thought etches itself into your brain.

You almost died.

You’re out of breath and you flop your trembling arms and legs outward to rest your already aching muscles, perversely mimicking a starfish as you try to calm down. At least it would’ve been a beautiful day to die, the inky darkness of the sky scattered with thousands of brilliant little stars; the moon casting a cool, luminous glow you hadn’t been able to appreciate under the thick canopy of trees. The relief of your survival and the beauty of the night made you feel poetic somehow, and you briefly mourned that you didn’t have anything to write with so you could capture these fleeting emotions.

The dogs are still noisily munching on the curse somewhere vaguely to your left when that moonlight view is blocked by a figure swathed in a simple kimono, and you find yourself peering up at a distinct double set of crimson eyes that are staring back down at you impassively. What air in your lungs you had painstakingly gathered wooshes out of you with one breath and the mikos’ dire warnings all come crashing over you all at once.

It had taken you but a moment, but even without the mikos’ rumor-mongering you would have immediately recognized the figure above you from the painting scrolls and fear settles like a cold rock in the pit of your stomach.

You find yourself staring up at Ryomen Sukuna himself and realize you are going to die tonight.

A/N: Thank you for reading chapter one! I headcanon that cursed energy during the Heian period was more like wild fae magic in that it was unruly and manifested cursed techniques in different ways than the established inherited techniques we see today. A lot of early cursed techniques pull from Japanese History and a lot of it does deal in unpredictable, wild magic. The legends and myths the original ten shadows technique is based on is why I chose to write it this way. ♥

prologue ↠ i. ↠ ii.

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lightwing-s · 1 year

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pairing: titans!dick grayson x female!reader

summary: a family, a home, was all Yn ever wanted, and when she got it, she had to part ways. coming back shouldn't hurt, shouldn't be this hard. Dick Grayson shouldn't be an asshole, but she shouldn't love him either. word count: 3,5k warnings: cursing, mentions of death, grief, family issues , and my absolute lack of knowledge of green lantern’s lore.

a/n: definitely not proof read, and it's 3:05 in the morning, so pls be kind with any errors lol a/n 2: updated on january 4th, 2024.

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Outer space was vast. Immense with emptiness, and yet still full of life.

The last five years of Yn’s life were spent in this vast nothingness, travelling, patrolling, protecting. The bit of galaxy that was gifted to her by the guardians was her place to keep safe, and the same place where once she had felt safe herself, before discovering the magnitude of this emptiness and the dangers it hid from humans.

Never in her young life had she expected it to take this turn, to be granted with a ring and the responsibility to be one of Earth’s protectors. She had just turned fourteen when gifted with a ring of hope, but never did she doubt her abilities, embracing the new challenge with a bravery the guardians hadn’t seen before from someone so young, and teaming with Earth’s own green lantern on the quest to defend the planet.

If only Hal knew the young girl was the one in need of defending.

As many heroes' stories go, Yn Sn was the product of a tragic life, having lost her parents at a very early age, and since then bouncing from one foster family to another. The “family” she had found herself in at that point didn’t have anything on family and on foster. They couldn’t care if she went missing for days, only to return bruised and in pain. They just cared for the money in their bank account at the end of the month.

As far as she knew, she was always alone.

Hal Jordan was the first thing to come close to family for Yn. Although reluctantly at first, he took her in and trained the young girl to become a lantern just as good as him. With time, he turned into an older brother, constantly worrying that the life of a lantern would interfere with her personal life, worrying if she was missing school or getting in trouble with her parents for disappearing for too long, but she would constantly brush off these worries, telling him they were with all that.

However, when he found out the truth, he got furious. He took her in, made her his ward “Just as a friend had done with a young boy he’d met, Yn”. But Hal was often away, be it for lantern duties or his own work and personal life, so he was concerned she would feel too alone in their apartment. That she would feel left out.

That’s when he heard about the Titans from Batman, the group of young heroes created by his own protégé, Robin, and a few others. Considering they were all of close age, he hoped they would get along, that she would make friends and finally build her own chosen family. So, with much arguing and persuasion, he took her to San Francisco to join the young team.

At first, Y/n was careful with the other teen heroes. She didn’t know if she could trust them, or even if they trusted her. But with each training session and with every mission she eventually grew to appreciate their company and little by little they became that family Hal had so wished for her.

However, even within the best families there’s always conflict and a certain level of distrust, and her greatest source of both came in the form of a green, red, and yellow costumed boy: Dick Grayson. The famous boy wonder, self-proclaimed team leader, the one that could get on her nerves like nobody else.

Always reprimanding her, always pointing out her flaws. He was unbearable, and sometimes she wished to punch him so hard he’d end up on the other side of the galaxy.

“I told you to stay in formation, not to go rogue and almost ruin the mission, lantern.” He scolded her after their most recent encounter with Cheshire.

“But I got to her anyway, and also disarmed the bomb. You should be thanking me for doing your job, and much better than you ever would.” She confronted him, knowing very well how to trigger the boy.

“We are a team, Yn. T-E-A-M,” he spat out. “Supposedly, these work together, but you wouldn’t have known, as you’re trapped too deep into your own ego to care for anyone else.” Pointing his finger in her face, his own getting red and spit jumping out of his mouth.

Gosh he hated how she could so easily rile him up, how she held a power over him that made everything good turn bad with single a snap of her fingers.

“My ego?!” She laughed, getting even closer to Dick than he already was. “Look who’s talking, Mr. I made myself team captain because I clearly think I’m above everyone else. You think so highly of your plans that…”

“Enough, you two!” Donna interrupted, rubbing at her temples. “If you keep doing this after every mission, I don’t know what I’m capable of doing.”

During her time with the Titans, Yn had to withhold herself from arguing with Robin 80% of the time. The other 20% were times they were sent on missions separately and she finally could feel at peace. But somehow it worked. The team ran as a connected unit, never missing a beat, one complementing the other as if they were parts of the same body.

But that didn’t last long. They worked well until loss and grief broke the connection entirely. With Garth’s death much of that confidence and team spirt was lost to fear, anger, and distrust, and there seemed to be no fixing that.

“If only you had listened to me. If we had taken care of Deathstroke like I wanted to, Garth would’ve been alive today!” Yn screamed at Robin, as her voice trembled, her eyes soaked, and tears started rolling down her cheeks like a waterfall. She had told him, warned countless times, that they couldn’t deal with Deathstroke by simply doing whatever shit he and Batman did in Gotham. Slade was too dangerous to be left alive, and death was the only way to get rid of him for good.

“So, you want to blame me for something that isn’t my fault? You were the one that made him angry in the first place.” he responded.

“We all pissed him off, Grayson. Don’t try to put this on me. I could have been as much of a target as Garth and Donna were…”

“Don’t say this…”

“Or even y-you!” her voice barely made it to the end of this sentence, a lump forming in her throat impeding her from continuing to argue. Tired of everything, exhausted in fact, Yn stormed out of the room and ran to her bedroom, collected her few belongings in a rush and made her way out of the tower.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” asked the Boy Wonder, his voice was shaky and covered in a feeling Yn couldn’t fully comprehend.

“Away!” she replied rashly.

“Away from where?“

“From everything! The tower. San Francisco. Earth for all that matters. I want out of here!”

Dick was sure her screams could be heard all the way on the street, and just as loud as that was the sound of his heart breaking, shattering on the floor like broken glass. The team was over, and there was nothing he could do about it except watch it crumbling down.

Leaving Earth all those years ago wasn’t an easy decision. After all, it was her home. But with the end of the Titans and the destruction of the only thing she deeply cared for in this world, there was nothing holding her down to stay anyways. The galaxy was now her home, where she travelled and visited so many planets, she didn’t even know were real.

Hal tried to bring her back to Earth with him an uncountable amount of times, but all of them were unsuccessful, and he learned that leaving her be was the best he could do to allow her to heal. When she felt ready, she would return.

And then, finally, after a little bit more than five long years, Yn felt confident in herself enough to consider going back. It was about time, she missed their sun, the food was always superior then anywhere else, and she had to know how he was. Go back to Earth, she would often think, You have no home here, Y/n.

Upon her return, she expected things to have changed. She expected to see that her old friends had moved on from the crime fighting world, from the hero gig, and left the Titans just a memory. But to her surprise, the present didn’t appear to be too different from what was left all those years ago.

Turning the TV inside her new and tiny apartment, the news shows were all about the apparent reopening of the Titans Towers, about Robin going rogue in Detroit and his return to the city San Francisco with intentions of bringing the once beloved team back. Y/n knew Dick was stubborn, but gosh he could go beyond expected. Why would he do that? Who would do that with him? Did Donna or Dawn or Hank come back too? Are they all stupid brainless masochists?

She knew it would sound hypocritical of her, after all she’s still in her position as a Blue Lantern, patrolling a patch of the galaxy where Earth belonged to. But she had no choice, she made an oath to protect it and if there was one thing Yn was never going to break was a promise.

If it wasn’t the oath, Y/n would have quit five years ago. Or maybe not. Being a hero filled a hole in her heart that left untouched would be filled with pain and hurt instead, so maybe she would stay and keep it filled with everything else but her true feelings.

All those questions were eating up her brain and wouldn't let her sleep at night. So, deciding to rid herself of all doubt, she searched for the one she wished she had left behind all those years ago.

Dick had just turned off the last light in the Titans Tower, the whole team probably sound asleep by that point, as he so wished to be.

Restarting the Titans was an unexpected gift, but also the reconquering of a number of responsibilities that were leaving him gradually more exhausted day by day. A good night's sleep might solve his problem just temporarily, but the temptation of a good rest was always irrefutable.

Just as he entered his bedroom, he noticed a shadow. The shadow of a human, a person he couldn’t identify in the darkness, and his fight instincts kicked out. But before he could’ve attempted anything, the shadow’s sweet voice sent a shiver down his spine:

“When I came back to Earth, I expected it to be in a better position than the one I had left it on, but it appears that humans are much clingier to the past as I thought they would be.” It told him, the owner of the voice someone he hadn’t expected to hear and see any time soon, but that he would have recognized even if hundreds of years had passed.

“Yn?”

“So, you want to bring back the team that took so much from us?” She questioned, and although she was still hiding in the dark, he could notice her trembling chin from just her voice. She questioned him incredulously, still not daring to look away from the huge floor to ceiling windows. “You want to take kids into the crime fighting world just like the man you hate the most did to you?”

Finding Yn Sn in his bedroom wasn’t in his yearly bingo card, nor his decade one. In fact, he truly thought he would never see her again, with how upset she was the last time they had talked. But, ironically, here she was and just as angry as the last time they’d talked. Too much for hanging on to the past, huh?

“This is not what you think.” He declared and Yn turned to him abruptly.

“Explain to me, then,” she demanded, a dark humor hovering her voice. “Why did you take those kids in?”

“You’re acting as if you didn’t start fighting crime yourself as a teenager…”

“That’s different, “ she interrupted, her voice only getting louder. “I got chosen by the ring to defend the universe, it’s a different situation.”

“Don’t come to me with your “I’m special” bullshit.” Dick made quotation marks with his own finger, feeling the anger climb his spine. “Even if it wasn't for the ring, you'd have been just like us, and you know it.”

“Well, now I know better. Kids are not supposed to be fighting crime, or don’t you remember what happened the last time we were in San Francisco?” Shaking her head judgingly, she adds. “You’re unbelievable, Grayson.”

“And you still fail to see the bigger picture, Yn.“ Dick counter argued. “I’m not doing this for the sake of having a team back. I’m doing it for Rachel and Gar, for Kory. They’re strays just like one day you and me were, or did you forget how it was to not have a family and desperately want one?”

The mention of a family had Yn frozen, standing still and staring right back at him without knowing what words she should muster. He knew it was her weak spot, he knew that through it he could make her understand, so poking her wound was his only option.

And he was right. Y/n didn’t forget. The Titans were not just a superhero team, they were a family just like no other, built of strays with no hopes or expectations, those who lived in someone else’s shadows and desperately tried to strike on their own. Even so, the consequences of bringing the team back were far larger than one would think, and Yn so badly wanted to avoid any more heartbreak.

“Still… Don’t you mind the stakes? Don’t you remember the pain anymore? The hole left by Garth’s loss, do you want to feel it again, Dick?” her voice got softer, pain evident in every syllable. “Because you know it will come, eventually. Much stronger than the first time.”

“It’s a risk worth taking.” He replied honestly. If it wasn’t him, then someone else would do it, otherwise they’d be allowing too much shit to hit happen that he couldn’t even contemplate what future it would lead them to.

“Really?! You wanna risk children’s lives, your life? Do you wanna risk all that pain in the name of a mission that never seems to have an end?” She spat out, anger returning to her tone. “You had quit, I saw it. And you have no idea how jealous that made me because I couldn’t do the same. Travelling through space did nothing to soothe the emptiness I felt inside, no crime fighting would fix my heart and you tell me you’re willing to go back to it all when you were finally free?” the burning sensation in her eyes told her news she hoped wouldn’t happen, but at this point, crying was inevitable.

“We can’t be sure if something is gonna happen. It’s a risk worth taking because so far, it has worked for us. We did lose Garth, but remember how much more we had conquered?”

“Having you say Garth's death was worth it, Dick…” she shook her head before being interrupted.

“You know it was not what I meant. Stop twisting my words.”

Dick was growing infuriated. It doesn’t matter how much time passes, Yn Sn is still going to try to paint him as the bad guy when he just wants to get on her good side.

“Because you are so damn capable of keeping everyone alive, right? How about your own life, who’s gonna protect it then?”

“My life is the smallest of my problems.” Dick stated nonchalantly, surprising Yn a little.

That line, that simple sentence had Y/n’s heart shattered. Did he think so little of himself to consider his life worthless? Because to her, his life was worth millions. His life was worth putting hers in danger or sacrificing an entire planet for.

"Don’t say that!" screamed the girl fiercely. "Losing Garth already had me broken. I don't know what I would have done if I had lost you too!”

Her sight was blurred due to the tears that allocated themselves in her eyes, uncontrollable, untamed. Her voice felt hoarse, weak, the lump on her throat making her words barely leave her mouth. I am weak, she thought. He knows.

And he did now.

He felt nauseous at first. If his thought process was right, if what she said was real and not a product of his imagination, she… liked him, she cared for him. Liked him enough to not want to lose him, even hypothetically.

Dick was astounded. Never would he have believed it, if anyone had told this him before tonight, that Yn Sn was in any level into him, he’d tell them they were insane. He thought she would rather see him burn over something like this. But it all made to him, all the fights they had after he put himself in dangerous positions during missions, all those arguments when he ended up hurt. She cared about him, him.

"Yn, what do you mean?" he asked carefully, approaching her ever so slowly. He feared if she saw what he was attempting to do that she would flee like she did before.

"Nothing…" she said while drying her eyes. Stupid, stupid, stupid. "I have to go."

She felt disoriented. She had guarded herself so well all her life, and here comes this stupidly good-looking guy, with his stupidly charming smile, breaking her walls and making her feel so… small and insignificant. Trying to recompose herself, she fixed her shirt and rushed past her old “friend”, only to be stopped as she felt his strong hands holding her in place.

"I know I would’ve gone mad if I had lost you." he confided.

Coming onto his own senses, Dick realized all he wanted was her safety too. Her health, her happiness, her smiles every time the team would fight for the front seat in the plane, the remote control or about what movie they were going to watch. He wanted to see the sparkle in her eyes every time she would make the most eccentric creations with her ring. He wanted her to have the family he knew she had always wished for, he wanted her cared for and loved. And even more, he wanted to be one providing her all of it.

"I wouldn’t have made it if you were the one to have gone. If you were gone… so would I.”

Hearing his confession, Yn body stopped working, her heart stopped pounding and her mind kept repeating his words. Her body didn’t respond to her head saying go, or even to her heart telling her to kiss him, right then, right there.

All these years of hatred made her believe he truly despised her. She thought he would hate her for leaving, for being selfish, for hurting him. She hated that pain and herself for feeling it, making her a fucking coward. But all this time, he was hurting just like her. He was a coward too, she thought. A silly, stupid, and lovable coward.

"You are incredibly stupid, you know." she blurted out, and he laughed.

"And you are the hardest person to love in this whole entire world."

The four-lettered word threw a burst of energy into Yn’s body, awakening it and her thoughts. Her body erupted with an energy not even the ring had made her feel, and without another thought, without wasting anymore time, without waiting five more years, she kissed him.

Passionately, lovingly, intensely. She kissed him for all the lost years, for all the accumulated anger he made her feel. For never stopping being that boy full of hope and determination, and the hardest of heads she’s even known.

Yn loved Dick Grayson. She always did. And from the way he kissed her back, she knew he did it too. That his words were not lies of his to try and get her back. She felt his love, his passion. She wanted to feel it more and more and more…

"Stay with me…" he begged, voice mixed between heavy breaths. "With the Titans."

His forehead rested on hers, his eyes closed, as if praying she'd say yes. Even if her mind kept telling her it was a bad idea, that bringing back the team was dangerous, her newfound softness for him pushed her into saying yes, into staying. Into building again, the family she once had, but now in the right way, now with him by her side.

With a sigh and a desire of getting intoxicated on him once more, a desire that was making her lose all her senses and certainly her mind, Y/n answered:

"I’ll have to think about it."

Unbelievable. With a shake of his head and a soft, breathy laugh, Dick held her face in his hands and kissed her once more, giving her what her eyes were begging and knowing damn well this time she was gonna stay. She was gonna be with him, and there was no way he’d let her go.

She was here, with him. At home. He was her love, her friend, her home.

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mmeskywalker · 2 months

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|| anakin wattpad story

warnings: no warnings, just hear me out PLEASE !!

if i were to create a wattpad story where the guardians of the galaxy world and the star wars world collided… would anyone be interested in that?

the main character could be peter quills daughter. due to peter needing a place to hide, the main character ended up living on tatooine for the first few years of her life. peter had been friends with shmi for some time now and she agreed to letting peter and his daughter stay at her home until they found a better living situation. there, the main character met anakin. they were childhood best friends. they remained attached to the hip until she watched qui-gon save anakin from slavery and become what he was destined to become; a jedi.

after anakin left, it wasn’t long before peter got caught stealing again. the main character was angry. she was angry at her father for being so reckless. shmi was all she had left of anakin. these were the same shitty mistakes he had made back on earth before she was born, the same shitty mistakes he continues to make that gets him chased out of all planets.

she just wants a normal life. that is until she starts following in his footsteps.

along the way of their chase out, peter and the main character made some friends: gamora, drax, groot, and rocket. of course, their meeting wouldn’t occur in the story, but in the past.

together, they would steal for the sith of the galaxy (or whoever paid well…) this was their first time stealing for general grevious. general grevious had an obsession with lightsabers, he wanted jedi dead and lightsabers to prove it hung on his wall. but he couldn’t do that by himself. so, he hired the thugs he had heard about who’ve been making a name for themselves around the galaxy.

this is where the first chapter would begin.

they were camping out in the outer rim regions. they heard a jedi had been scoping the area, senseful of their arrival. the group didn’t realize killing jedi was so difficult. they were only able to salvage two lightsabers, and it wasn’t because they killed a jedi, it was because the main character had a light saber. actually, the two she had, she made with anakin a long, long time ago on tatooine.

she previously found it stacked away in her closet, burried behind photoalbums of her and anakin as children. she didn’t want that reminder, so she grabbed it and stuck it on the table. “two down, eight to go.” she said as if it didn’t pain her.

they awoke that night to a noise coming from outside the ‘safety’ of their ship. sand people were coming to raid them. they were putting up a fight as the sand people came, one by millions, to their doorstep.

a sand person came up to the main girl, and she was frightened because there were too many of them to fight off. she was surrounded and the rest of her family were occupied with kicking their own piece of sandman ass. in a fit of rage, she reached her hand out, and the sand people began to hover off of the ground; until the forcefully fell with a thud.

she knew she was connected with the force, but she wasn’t connected with the force. she never practiced it. she couldn’t have been that powerful. so when drax accused her of using her quote, unquote, ‘jedi shit’ , she violently shuck her head no.

the force reckoned with began to mess with the family, having them all confused and ready to attack before it came out of hiding. it was the jedi they had been looking for. this jedi is going to be one of my own ocs.

the jedi was sent to achieve them, but not in the way they were all expecting. she didn’t want to send them to jail… rather she didn’t want to send the main girl to jail, she had business that needed to be attended with elsewhere.

the main character was needed back on coruscant, because if she couldn’t get her head out of her ass and stop working for these idiotic sith lords, she, and the rest of the galactic republic, would end up dead.

i was thinking this could be a romance between an oc and anakin skywalker, and the main character would have to (forcefully) become obi-wans padawan.

this is going to occur during episode two, except i want to create my own plotline for the story.

let me know what you think !!! 💗

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rainedworldrascals · 5 months

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Rained World Rascals - About the Slugcats

So, I figured since I've seen one or two AU's do this by now, I should toss my hat in the ring and show off what I've got. I've got a little bit of time to kill before I sleep, so I'm gonna write about my beloved little alternate-universe slugcats here.

ALL INFO UNDER THE CUT

(All slugcats use they/any)

SURVIVOR

Age upon arrival: 19 moons

Known as "Viv" only to their closest friends, Survivor is a painfully average slugcat, even average to ENOT. And NOBODY is average to ENOT. Assertive and opinionated, even when they don't intend to be, Survivor is nothing short of a very natural slugcat. Even in their own biological family, they're the most average one. Despite their brutal honesty, Survivor still strives to protect those who are close to them, especially their younger sibling Monk, and their auncle/guardian, a 67 moon-old Gourmand.

Living in a grand tree in Outer Expanse, Survivor grew up with a grand and expansive family. After a tragic incident deep in the expanse led to young Survivor and Monk being orphaned, old Gourmand took them in as their own. Despite having everything they needed, Survivor still felt it a major responsibility to be there for their younger sibling, even when the going got rough for everyone. In a twist of fate involving an attempt to conquer their fear of heights, Survivor plummeted into a pipe which led to an unknown area beyond the retaining wall, after which they ran into Hunter.

MONK

Age upon arrival: 13 moons

As the youngest of the bunch, Monk is a youthful and spritely spirit who savors the world around them. Against all odds, Monk always finds a way to appreciate the world around them, be it a Squidcada or a Red Lizard. They're so intensely appreciative of the world around them that it's not uncommon for them to have made a new wildlife friend when they're out and about. Despite them being a friendly and social person normally, however, they tend to bottle up their emotions to an unhealthy degree, becoming cold and even volatile when provoked about emotionally difficult subjects. They take it upon themselves to never show emotions and be strong, just like their older sibling was when they were younger. They show a great resolve and work as hard as they can every day to contribute to their group.

Monk had to cope with the loss of their parents at a much younger age than Survivor, which led to them walking in their stride of not showing much emotion in difficult moments. Monk's version of this was pushing away those who cared about them and seeking quiet, lonely places to not be seen crying. Regardless, they still grew up moderately happy with love and support from Gourmand. The real damage came when they thought they had lost their sibling to the massive gaping hole that was the pipe. Late at night, after overhearing a conversation between the colony elders including Gourmand about potentially surviving a fall into the pipe, Monk raced out on their own and jumped in after their sibling. They sustained a black eye, but they survived and ran into a strange, younger version of Gourmand in the Outskirts.

HUNTER

Age upon arrival: 27 moons

Hunter is a lively, spritely person, always looking to have fun and enjoy life. They're also a greatly skilled and acclaimed fighter, always discovering new and creative ways to deal with opponents. Out of the whole gang, they are the most childish, petty, and hot-headed. They're prone to angry outbursts, but they're rarely ever actually fueled by anger--more so by passion than anything. Their humor is rarely mean-spirited, though it can reach a paramount of genuinely dubious intent. It's never malicious though, and is certainly a facade for a deeper, darker existential dread that they refuse to put upon anyone else, lest they try to help...

Hunter seldom talks about their past, but they do volunteer the fact that they were one of the few in the group raised, partially or wholly, by an Iterator. Given NSH's temperament, however, "raised" is a generous term. "Crashed with" is more appropriate. While NSH did indeed raise Hunter, they treated them less like one of their own progeny and more like a roommate. But in the end, NSH was still there for them, even in their darkest moments. But still, nothing could save them from what was yet to come. When time was finally reaching its end, Hunter decided to use what little power they had to commit a noble act. At least, that's how it was supposed to go...

GOURMAND

Age upon arrival: 34 moons

Gourmand is a champion of relaxation. Tied tighter to the material plane than any other member of the group, Gourmand takes great pleasure in finding new ways to enjoy their existence. Whether it be a new food or a new sunbeam to lie in, they always find ways to indulge in the new whilst also appreciating the old, and they take even greater pleasure in sharing these experiences with anyone willing to engage in them. They rarely ever raise their voice or get angry, only getting sad or disappointed. They are still honor-bound to defending those they care about, and have the ability to do so. They are not as skilled of a fighter as the other two leaders of the pack, but they still earn their mainstay as a strong and unyielding defender of the group.

Gourmand's past is possibly the most normal one out of everyone in the pack. When they were younger, they were an explorer, searching out places beyond their own expanse to widen their worldview. They found themselves mostly alone for their whole life, helping guide the occasional slugpup to a safe and bountiful location for them to sustain themselves. But just when they were headed home, thinking they had seen everything there is to see in this world, one strange step in Outskirts had them waking up in Shaded Citadel. Continuing mostly unfazed back in the direction they were headed, they eventually ran into another slugpup--a small, yellow one. But unexpectedly, this one seemed to know their name.

ARTIFICER

Age upon arrival: 38 moons

On the other far end of the age spectrum, Artificer is a much more jaded, violence-oriented, earthbound spirit. They're abrasive, rash, quick to annoyance and anger, and truly assert their dominance as a leader of the pack. To say a soft center lies at their heart would be a cruel lie--their soft center is guarded by numerous layers of rock-hard trauma and moons of horrors. Despite all of this, it's still not wrong to say there is one. It's just that... well, it's easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle. And much like a camel passing through the eye of a needle, you need to play your cards right. Someone succeeded, after all. Their outward attitude may be cold and quiet at best, but their desire to keep what is sacred to them safe is unmatched. They will go to great lengths to protect those they consider to be important to them, using their strange combustion-controlling powers to assure that no foe lays a finger on whatever they hold dear.

Artificer is highly cagey about their past. It's all so traumatic to them that they'd rather not remember a second of their life from moon ages 20 to 31. But the evidence they left behind is still there--a new despotic ruler of the scavengers on top of the superstructure without a drop of royal blood in them, a building missing from the metropolis, the strangely large shelter hidden in Outskirts with evidence of numerous slugcats having lived there once, the occasional mutter of their "apprentices" that they always seem to emphasize in such a way that indicates they caught themselves from saying something else, their "ex"... it all fits together, like pieces of a puzzle piece. But lest their redemption in a moral sense be of any concern to you, they'd do everything they could to keep you from finding out.

RIVULET

Age upon arrival: 25 moons

Rivulet is a strange character, simply put. They're dormant for most of the day, sleeping for longer periods of time than anyone else. But when they're awake, their agility and speed are second to absolutely none. Their speed is comically fast, and they can stay underwater for longer than anyone else. They're also highly intelligent, knowing how to work with Ancient-level technology and how to fix Iterators, a talent that landed them the role of pack nurse. Despite living life in the fast lane, they still appreciate the moments when they get to relax and be immature for once. Monk is a good friend to them and enjoys getting to play games and small sports with them. Their inner child truly gets to shine through, and to them it's a much needed break from the constant maturity life demands from them.

Rivulet comes from far, far away, descended from lands still yet to be discovered to most lifeforms on Five Pebbles' side of the world. Their upbringing was natural, with their bodily modifications appearing over hundreds of thousands of moons of evolution. When they came across the Retaining Wall, the rains were harsh and frequent, which led to their slumberful sleeping schedule. With their experience, aiding the surrounding Iterators was no difficult task, with their abnormally high capacity for speed and their gathered intelligence from their experiences across the world. The hardest part was what happened afterward, as they travelled into Outskirts and took one wrong step...

SPEARMASTER

Age upon arrival: 29 moons

Spearmaster, the self-proclaimed master of spears, is... a genetic nightmare, to say the least. Without a mouth, their speech is muffled and they often have to resort to slugsign to make their voice truly heard. Fortunately, Artificer knows pre-collapse era slugsign the best, and can account for this difficulty. While the objectively disgusting ability to excrete bone-like spears out of their tail is an interesting hallmark of their character, they make up for this weird factor of themselves by being an all around pleasant person to be around. They're a good listener, and they make sure that everyone gets what they need. They offer support when anyone needs it, and they make sure that not a soul goes unhealed, alongside their compatriot Rivulet. They're also insanely physically strong despite their gangly stature, using the incredible autonomy over their body to enter hysterical strength mode at will. These valuable qualities enable them to be the third leader of the pack.

A dutiful soldier, Spearmaster was the seventh in a line of genetically-weaponized slugcats who functioned as expert messengers. In a time where communication was severely limited due to a certain Iterator's desperation, Spearmaster helped deliver a message to the culprit, earning a now barely-visible scar on their chest, thanks to their abnormally quick healing ability. Even though the mission didn't go as planned, they still chose to see it through to the end, determined to be the messenger they were always meant to be. However, as they completed their mission and were on their way home, they found themself in a place they didn't quite recognize. It was certainly somewhere they had been before, but everything looked... different. After a run in with a strange, angry maroon slugcat, they looked off in the direction of their former mission goal only to see that there was one less Iterator than usual.

SAINT

Age upon arrival: 22 moons, but... it's complicated.

One of the most enigmatic slugcats of all, Saint is an omen of cycles and moons yet to come. Their speech is often very verbose and elongated, asserting themselves as a rather intelligent slugcat, maybe more so than even Rivulet. They seldom show emotion, and are barely ever seen opening their eyes, only doing so when using one or more of their wide array of powers. The only special powers they have consistent access to are flight, ascension, and teleportation. The powers which remain outside of their control, though, are plentiful, and include but are not limited to powers such as telekinesis, time control, gravity control, and karma manipulation. The names of the regions they use are strange and don't make sense to any of the other slugcats, expressing great shock that "Silent Construct" doesn't seem to exist as they know it.

Saint's past is one shrouded in mystery, but it's no greater mystery to anyone but Saint themself. They can't recall ever being a pup, nor anything about their life since the loop began. They do, however, recognize every other slugcat from images recorded by an old blue robot's overseers. They especially liked the white one and the dark one covered with blue and orange spots. However, after being trapped in the loop for so long that they not only went completely insane, but then became sane again after becoming bored of being insane, they were hoping, praying, wishing that something, anything would be different on one of their loops. It was not a great prospect, but it was the only thing they had left in their life anymore. They were a broken, mentally-scarred, omniscient anomaly who was unable to die. The least they could've hoped for was a change. And to their credit, after billions of loops, leaving them mentally millions of moons older than any other living thing, a fateful trip through Suburban Drifts would leave them waking up in the warm, wet lands of Sky Islands. Out of all the slugcats who "arrived," Saint was the only one to react to the world around them with tears of joy. Something was finally different. Something was new around them. Something was unfamiliar. And just like that, they had a reason to live again.

ENOT I. SOFANTHIEL

Age upon arrival: 21 moons

In a pack full of anomalies, ENOT is weirder than the others by miles. Covered with brightly-colored spots and donning a pair of thick eyelashes, ENOT is a peculiar-appearing slugcat. But the strangeness doesn't end there. ENOT suffers from hallucinations due to a chemical in their blood acting as a hallucinogen, which presumably was given to them as a defense mechanism against predators. But when they're not being attacked, they're forced to wade through landscapes of nacho cheese and rainbow pipes, while having to take refuge in a shelter full of demons and monsters, the most terrifying of which being a pup-shaped and pup-sized black mass with a red face. Fortunately, this little nightmare's older sibling Survivor is far more attractive. ENOT has a tendency to be consistently flirtatious with their colleagues, vainly hoping to form romantic connections. They don't seem to be aware they're doing it, however, and are even more effective as a romantic being when they're simply being genuine. It is very odd that they seem to be unaware that they're flirting, though. Very weird. What's even weirder is that the period they come from on the timeline is completely unplaceable, whether that be due to their unreliable testimonies on account of their hallucinations, or something else...

????

Nothing makes sense.

NIGHT

Who is "Night?" Why, nothing more than a slugpup's cautionary tale. Right? Surely, the story of a rogue, zombified slugcat who sits outside of the cycle and steals any slugcats' arms for the karma symbols stuck on them in a vain attempt to re-enter the cycle is nothing more than a tall tale written to scare young slugpups into sticking with the pack and going to sleep on time, right? Yeah. That's all it is. Nothing more than a tall tale. Nothing more than a spooky campfire story. Nothing more, nothing less.

Of course, that doesn't stop anyone from being afraid. Some even say that in the dark of the night or the rain-filled clouds, they can spot something moving. Nothing like a lizard, or a lost scavenger. Nothing like anything they've ever seen before. A pair of eyes, maybe a glint of teeth or two. Nothing confirmed, but it's troubling to say the least. Still, nothing but a rumor, right?

...hey, anyone else see that?

#rain world #rained world rascals #rwr #rw ???#rw enot #rw survivor #rw inv #rw hunter #rw monk #rw gourmand #rw artificer #rw rivulet #rw spearmaster #rw saint #rw nightcat #rw au #rw slugcat #slugcat #rw au lore

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capobegone · 1 year

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What I think Kny Character’s Spiritual Realms would look like

Alright, we all remember the spiritual realms of Kyojuro and the Kamaboko crew:

I was thinking about these the other day, and it got me wondering: if Enmu somehow had a way to get into the mind of the other main figures of the Demon Slayer Corps…what would their spiritual realms look like??

And this is what I came up with!

Kagaya: just a giant, epic library. His spiritual core would be a Regina music box, if you’ve ever seen one of those. Like the core would be the disc itself. I have no explanation for this other than it would be sick as hell. The guardian would be his childhood self before he became Oyakata-sama, like in the lil kimono and everything. I think he’s the type to have some level of awareness over his own consciousness, so it would make sense to have a manifestation of himself.

Gyoumei: Mountain clearing with bigass, thunderous waterfalls. Kind of like where they did his Hashira Training! His spiritual core would be inside of a humble little temple. Protected by big stone statues.

Muichiro: Essentially a bit of a void. Very foggy and nearly impossible to navigate. However, I believe that his spiritual core would actually be nice, probably in a little pocket of peaceful forest among the fog. I think it would be a nice autumn forest, like his childhood home. Because his true self is essentially lost in his subconscious, I think that would be reflected in his spiritual core. Maybe a manifestation of himself as a child—or maybe of Yuichiro instead? Who’s to say?

Giyuu: I think his spiritual realm would be unexpectedly pleasant. A nice lake like the ones on Mt Sagiri, maybe in early spring. His spiritual core would be protected by Sabito. Not necessarily Sabito’s actual spirit, but a manifestation of him that Giyuu holds dear to his heart and soul.

Shinobu: Shinobu’s spiritual realm would probably be quite a sad place. I would imagine some rubble and calamity due to all of the anger she represses in there. However, there would also be beauty in the wreckage. Little butterflies, medicinal plants, etc. I could see her spiritual core as being quite strong, seeing as she is one of the best at holding herself together and hiding her true emotions out of all the Hashira.

Obanai: I think his spiritual core would be very gentle. Under all the layers of awful self loathing and “cursed blood”, he’s really just a boy who wants to be loved. I do think it would be pretty well guarded, though—my first instinct is big dark forest, although I’m not totally sure why. Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s got a giant serpent in there to protect it. (Bonus: Kaburamaru’s spiritual realm is probably a peaceful little tree, like the one that he and bestie Obanai hang out in for Pillar meetings. I think he would like to drape himself over the branches if he could.)

Mitsuri: Cherry trees. Absolutely 100% cherry trees. Like, you know that scene in season 2 where Kagaya is talking to Tengen and his wives by the cherry tree with that pretty bridge? Yeah, just like that. I think Mitsuri’s would be similar to Tanjiro’s in that it doesn’t have anything guarding it. She has so much love to give to everyone, and is so willing to trust other people, that I really think her spiritual realm would be very joyous and open to visitors!

Tengen: Big time fireworks. Super flashy. Would probably give any intruder a seizure from all of the unbridled flamboyance, which serves as protection on its own. I’m getting nighttime city summer festival from him, but bumped up about ten notches.

Sanemi: His outer realm would be TERRIFYING. I feel like his feral ass would be like Zenitsu and manifest in his own subconscious to torment any intruders. My gut says mountain setting, terrible weather, being hunted by an enraged Wind Pillar. Yikes. At his very core, though, I think there would be a little pocket of light. This is where he stores all of his love for his brother and lost family, which he never allows to see the light of day.

Nezuko: I wonder if hers would be different because she’s a demon? Based off all of her interpretations of the world in relation to her lost family, I think that her spiritual core would be similar to her childhood home in the mountains. Perhaps her human consciousness would reside there, hidden away in the subconscious realm like Muichiro.

Anyway, that’s what I’ve got for now!! Let me know if I forgot any of your favs or if y’all have any ideas because I wanna hear them✨

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #mugen train #kny enmu #kagaya ubuyashiki #gyomei himejima #obanai iguro #mitsuri kanroji #uzui tengen #shinazugawa sanemi #tomioka giyuu #kocho shinobu #tokito muichiro #rengoku kyojuro #kamado tanjiro #kamado nezuko #zenitsu agatsuma #inosuke hashibira

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sparklingself · 1 year

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You're so sweet! Thank you for taking the time to answer these questions!! Everyone appreciates it sm <3 I also had a quick question; I dealt with abuse even when I was little, I currently have depression and ADHD and I feel as though my dreams (of revising me having a different family, and different appearance) are unreachable in the 3d. I realize we're only supposed to change the 4d, but it's difficult when I have my guardians telling me I'm worthless and I'm not good for anything. I realize the 4d is the only real reality but it is hard to remember when I have tasking responsibilities. How do I 'seperate' the 4d in the 3d in my mind? (in the sense that I let my old part (my abusive life) influence my mind (the 4d)) thank you so much in advance angel

i'm sorry for answering this question so late and i'm sorry you've been having to go through that.

what you must understand is that you and the world are one. the outer-world is an illusion, a mirror of what is happening inwards. in order for you to change what the mirror is showing you, you change yourself. you know the mirror is an illusion, it can't actually hurt you.

There was once a dog who wandered into a room filled with mirrors. The dog looked around and seeing all of the other dogs, growled and showed his teeth.

Upon seeing all of the other dogs do the same, he got frightened and cowered. When he noticed the other dogs cowering, he once again growled and started barking. A similar reaction from the others made him cower and become very frightened once again.

This continued over and over until the dog finally fell over, dead from emotional and physical exhaustion. One must stop and consider what would have happened if the dog had only once wagged its tail.

The world is merely a reflection of our attitude toward it.

(Edward Art)

your world is a reflection of your attitudes, feelings. meaning they're malleable. all you need to do is change your feeling. this is easy to say, but harder to accomplish. it requires intention and persistence. INTEND to change, to leave your old self to die and birth a new self. with intention comes persistence. even if your outer-world tells you differently, you know it's just a mirror. consciousness is the only reality. when you close your eyes, imagine you wish-fulfilled, imagine it to be REAL (because it is - if you're conscious of something it is real and has to reflect on the outside). focus and imagine every day, all the time. anything contradicting your wish-fulfilled state doesn't matter, it's just an illusion. if you're focused enough, if you persist enough, if the wish-fulfilled state takes up the primary space in your consciousness and let's any other contradictions wither away, it has to be reflected.

#ask #law of assumption

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It was 7.30pm, on 6 July 1972...

“Starman” is David Bowie’s Christmas carol. It offers a promise of deliverance, that the human race has been redeemed by greater powers, with a chorus built for a crowd to sing it... 'Starman' entry on Pushing Ahead of the Dame

Handwritten Starman lyrics

“Starman” seems like a revision of “Space Oddity”—“Space Oddity” had placed a frail human figure against the unfathomable expanse of space and cast him loose to drift into the unknown. It was submission to the void, the human race reaching its limits. In “Starman” the unknown is domesticated: the alien comes to visit us, in our homes, whispering through our radios, speaking softly, promising release. The stoicism of “Planet earth is blue/and there’s nothing I can do” is replaced by “he’s told us not to blow it/’cos he knows it’s all worthwhile.” ... “Starman” is also a pop song about pop music…it’s how pop music can instantly create secret societies, break up the tedium of your life, liberate you from your parents. Starman' entry on Pushing Ahead of the Dame

The essential moment comes when Bowie starts to sing the first chorus and Ronson tentatively approaches the mike. Bowie notices him and sweeps his arm over Ronson’s shoulder, pulls him to the mike. It’s a sweet moment of inclusion, the alien embracing the rocker, and, by proxy, all of the nation’s misfits. “Starman” left community in its wake; its promise came true. Starman' entry on Pushing Ahead of the Dame

"I immediately put on some of my older sister’s make-up. I loved how odd it made me look, and the fact that it upset people. You put on eyeliner and people started screaming at you. How strange, and how marvellous.” -Robert Smith, The Cure

”I was hooked. The Top Of The Pops performance changed lives. In 1972, I’d get girls on the bus saying to me, ‘Eh la, have you got lippy on?’ Until he turned up it was a nightmare. All my other mates at school would say, ‘Did you see that bloke on Top Of The Pops?’ He’s a right faggot, him!’ And I remember thinking, ‘You pillocks’, as they’d all be buying their Elton John albums, and Yessongs and all that crap. It made me feel cooler.” -Ian McCulloch, Echo and the Bunnymen

"The way Bowie pointed that finger, smilingly draped an arm around Mick Ronson, and looked beyond the camera to engage the audience sitting at home, stickily hemmed in by disapproving members of their immediate family, seemed of a piece with the new Ziggy Stardust persona we’d been reading about. It felt like an arrival long delayed." David Hepworth, The Guardian

“I just couldn’t believe how striking he was. That ambiguous sexuality was so bold and futuristic that it made the traditional male/female role-play thing seem so out-dated. Bowie was the catalyst who’d brought a lot of us, the so-called Bromley Contingent, together. And out of that really small group of people a lot happened.” Siouxsie Sioux, Siouxsie and the Banshees

Starman page from Bowie: Stardust, Rayguns and Moonage Daydreams by Michael Allred

"I remember the first time Bowie appeared on TV ... Suddenly, here comes a guy dressed as a gay alien from outer space, singing gay alien songs from outer space .... I remember TOTP was family viewing, and I remember watching it with my Mum and Dad. "Oh, shouldn’t be allowed". And there was one bit in the chorus when Bowie puts his arm round Ronson’s neck and they sing together? My Dad was like "Poofter" ... My mother’s intense disapproval made me think ‘Well, there must be something GREAT going on here"...

youtube

(maybe people who celebrate song's birthdays are cringe but fuck that post and happy birthday to the broadcast of this song)

#david bowie #starman #top of the pops #mick ronson #i wish i could have found more quotes that weren't from blokes tho #personally i wasn't born iin 1972 but when i first watched the video #new years eve 2004 #it felt pretty electric #still does

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scholastic-dragon · 1 year

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Having a bit of a rough day today

Could I be able to get a rocket headcanon about him standing up for his best friend.

It’ll make me feel a bit better

I hope you feel better soon 🤒

Rocket x Gn!reader

When it Matters

Word Count: 725

Warnings: talks of drinking, shouting, bullying, someone gets tazed, spelling mistakes,

Summary: Rocket finally shows you how much your friendship means to him

It never bothered you before.

You'd often get glares or strange stares when walking around streets. Since school you were able to simply tune it out and pretend they weren't there.

You'd been an outcast, always walking the sidelines and sticking to the shadows. When you met the Guardians your world turned upside down, you'd never had a family quite like this.

And because of the "good" deeds you all did for different planets, people started to see you all in different lights.

There were still stares and comments but they lessened and you became almost like a hero.

But in the outer reaches of space on a dirty and mangy planet like this, you were a freak and the people had no problem reminding you.

You and Rocket had been sent out to do recon while the others stayed back at the ship to discuss a plan.

You and Rocket hit it off from the first night you met -granted there were many drinks involved- but you'd both clicked and became inseparable ever since.

There was a particular group of people, leaning on the corner of a large stone building, drinks in hand and hard glares of their blue faces, that would not shut up.

"Hey human! You here to 'save' us like you did all those other planets?!" One woman shouted, earning harsh laughter from the others.

You rolled your eyes, pulling on your jacket and quickening your pace. For some reason, having Rocket there with you sent a spike of anxiety and embarrassment down your spine.

"Oh come on, where you going Humie? We just wanna talk!" Another drunk shouted.

"Guess the freak is too busy saving the world to acknowledge us normal citizens," A woman slurred, throwing her empty bottle at you. It crashed into the building to your left, the glass shattered, spraying all over the ground.

It had just missed your head.

"Alright, that's it," Rocket grumbled, unhooking his stun gun from his back and cocking it.

"Oh what's the rodent-" The man did finish his sentence as Rocket pulled the trigger and shot him. A tag hit him in the center of his chest, sending electric shooks up his arms and down his legs. He groaned and sputtered before falling to the ground unconscious.

"Let's make something clear!" Rocket yelled, taking a step closer to the group, who were now wide eyed and taking cautious steps back. "You mess with them, you mess with me! They've done more for your planet in 6 months than you sorry jackasses have done in your whole lives. Try learning some respect, then maybe you wouldn't be day drinking after being fired!"

You stared wide eyed, you'd never heard Rocket so upset.

"Now, apologize to my friend," Even thought his back was to you, you could tell from his tone that Rocket was smirking as he said this.

"Ha!" One of the drunk women, stepped forward, pointing an angry finger. "As if we'd ever do something like-"

Rocket cocked the gun, the motor starting, the sound echoing off the street.

The women stopped, swallowed hard and sighed. "We're sorry," She turned back to the group, nodding to the other end of the road. "Let's go,"

They prompty left, leaving you panting alone with Rocket.

"Jerks," Rocket mumbled under his breath, turning off the gun and hooking it to his back. Turning back to you, he stared up at your shocked face. "Ya alright? The bottle didn't hit you right?"

You shook your head, feeling your chest tighten. "No....no it didn't."

"Then what's wrong?"

You took a deep breath. "I just didn't expect you to stand up for me like that, normally my friends would just walk me away from them,"

Rocket scoffed. "Those weren't your friends then," He calmly started walking back down the street to continue your recon. You followed after him, head feeling fuzzy.

"And we are?"

"Of course, you're my best friend," He stared forward, not meeting your eyes. He spoke like it was a fact, not something emotional but a known thing. "Well second only to Groot, but you're high on the list of people I like,"

"Thanks, Rocket," You wrap your arms around your chest, speeding up to walk beside him.

"Anytime," He nudged your leg, walking as close to you as he could without tripping.

#guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy headcannons #guardians of the galaxy imagine #gotg #gotg headcannons #gotg imagines #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 headcannons #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 imagine #gotg2 #gotg2 imagine #gotg2 headcannons #rocket #rocket raccoon #rocket racoon headcannons #rocket raccoon imagines #rocket racoon x reader #rocket raccoon asks #thanks for the ask!

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cienie-isengardu · 8 months

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Jango Fett' childhood on Concord Dawn

One of the things that I think bothers me the most about Jango Fett: Open Seasons comics series is how a 8 (or 10) years old Jango was told by his dad to repair a harvester

and then… left alone for who knows how long in the middle of a crop field?

I was born in the city so obviously I don’t know how life on a farm goes and all so forgive me my ignorance but:

A) Jango was introduced with a weapon in his hand, while he walked through his own family’s property

and was taught by father how to use a blaster at the age of 8 - 10.

At this point in the story, I think it is safe to assume Jango’s dad knew Mandalorians were in his field, as he brought food to Jaster and his men. So I assume he was contacted by comlink or he already talked in person with Jaster and he probably had some idea of what was going on - unless Jaster didn’t warn him about Death Watch on his trail, but I think this is pretty unlikely, as the Mandalorians stayed hidden in the field, instead of coming to Fett’s house.

So there is a reason to think that leaving a kid alone in the middle of the field was not the smartest idea.

B) Jango has never been any technology genius or even that good with it in sources? His jetpack was repaired by a droid whose main job was to take care of little Boba on Kamino. I’m pretty sure Jango as a Mandalorian Merc was capable of maintaining his armor, weapons and ship but if the harvester was so important to put back into use - and I assume this is the case, as Fett’s parents were usually described as simple farmers and the first part of comics clearly represents the season of summer (childhood) and this was very likely grain harvest time - then I would not pick a kid to do the job, unless the kid was Anakin Skywalker who could fix all kind of machinery, as it was his specific gift. Jango though? I’m not so sure about his 8-10 year old self’ skills.

Of course, the harvester’s problem could be a simple matter but then why not send Arla, Jango’s older sister (14 years old) to either do the job, or help Jango to speed up the repairs? Not saying Arla did not have her own share of duties and all (unless the kids were treated unfair, as Arla did not hold/use a gun against the invaders

but that could be just matter of her being too terrified or there could be not enough guns which is why only the mother was armed), but considering how the comics implies that Jango’s dad, mother and Arla were at home when he was working during sunny (if not hot) day, in the middle of a field, no shadow, repairing a vehicle bothers me a lot.

And sure, on Concord Dawn living on farm could be just that tough even for kids, but looking at AotC novel (that admittedly does not mention Jango’s time with Mandalorians at all)

Other than that, though, this was just a job, well paying and easy enough. Financially, he couldn't have asked for more, but more important, only the Kaminoans could have given him Boba - not just a son, but an exact replica. Boba would give Jango the pleasure of seeing all that he might have become had he grown up with a loving and caring father, a mentor who cared enough to criticize, to force him to perfection.

This, then, was Jango Fett's greatest reward, right here, sitting with his son, his young replica, sharing quiet moments. Quiet moments within the tumult that had been Jango Fett's entire life, surviving the trials of the Outer Rim alone practically from the day he learned to walk. Each trial had made him stronger, had made him more perfect, had honed the skills that he would now pass along to Boba.

and old source material like outdated starwars.com’s databank entry:

Fett all but disappeared from bounty hunting circles as he took time to raise his son. He sought to experience what his life might have been like had he been raised by a caring guardian.

I can’t help but wonder about Jango’s childhood before the Mandalorians showed up.

So far my research showed, only Fact Files v.3 #14 mentioned he had "as idyllic a life as could be while making a living off the land, in close family unit with his mother, father and sister, Arla"

which gives some hope Jango's childhood although tough, was a relative happy one.

[Just to be clear here: I don’t think Jango’s biological family was by any means pathological, I just think Concord Dawn is a pathological place as this planet's record is not the best when it comes to people's backstories.]

#star wars #cienie's research #jango fett #jango fett's family #concord dawn #this is seriously one of the most bothering things from JF:OS #mandalorian brutality? got it #but leaving a kid in the middle of field alone?#i can't help but think about slavic folklore and Południce #the demons huntingthose who were in the field at noon during summer #i started collecting data for jango & walon meta #so of course i sidetracked XDDD #also the early sources for jango puts jaster & mandalorians too in bad light once collected together #though aotc novel seems to have its own version of jango's backstory with no mention of mandalorians or detailed events from jf:os

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I'm gonna up the game what if xuan su was s sword he wasn't supposed to draw bc it came from the heavens or whatever so bonding with the sword sent him straight up to heaven but he still had to be locked in a spiritual cave to stabilize his core and meridians but- he's supposed to stay there ten years but he can't he has to save xiao-jiu so he forcibly exits cultivation after one year, which causes him the same hangs up with xuan su as in canon as heavenly punishment for his impatience, but since he ascended anyway now he also has the power of heaven every time he unsheathes xuan su

oh and he was late to rescue sj anyway

He also has a mark of sin around his throat that flashes out every time he gets emotional or draws his sword

Anyway thank now i won't be able to stop thinking about heavenly demon yqy scenarios

*HEAVY BREATHING*

@zykamiliah why....WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?? Why would you give me the idea of a heavenly warrior being Yue Qingyuan wearing a COLLAR OF SHAME AND PUNISHMENT (HELLO??? SEXY???), so powerful, so beautiful, and yet...still being late for his Xiao Jiu. You just gave me everything I love about YQY, his pathetic charm, his silent power, him trying his best but failing but trying again coz that's just who he is, and multiplied it with heavenly punishment collar!!!

How am I supposed to process this? I am sad. I am awestruck. I am intrigued. I am horny. I NEED HIM!!

Yue Qingyuan basically becomes a living legend. A disciple so destined greatness that he achieved divinity but punished due to him rushing for power. He probably gets a bad reputation of getting obsessed with power. They probably give bombastic side eyes to YQY but he does not care. He did all this for saving Shen Jiu, and in the end, all that was for naught to him coz he failed to did so. He is too lost grief. No one dares to say him to his face tho. Disciple YQY got demons challenging him to show their powers. They see the curse mark in his neck but YQY is still very young, won't even glare or appear to be threatening, always appearing quiet, mild-mannered. Opposite of arrogant, basically. So, they are like "oh yeah...it's gonna be difficult but I can beat this kid in the end hehehe~~". But then YQY fights back (despite his outer peaceful appearance, he does have a lot of repressed anger and rage which he always directs to demonic threats), and the demons are getting the beating of their lives.

He probably gets expelled from the sect too. Or at the very least, ostracised unofficially. He never speaks much after that. But the legend of the silent protector of the cang qiong mountain sect spreads like wildfire!

Is it really safe to trust the one with an obsessive nature? Is he even human anymore? Are the rumours true that he is half demon? Where is his family? No one knows his origin. People say he has very friendly and accepting appearance. He smiles gently. He talks politely. He is not even that ashamed of his collar. Not to mention, he is very handsome and distinguished looking. Surprisingly, his fellow martial siblings seem to still trust him. He is also rumoured to have the odd habit of just staring at falling leaves, getting lost in his own mind.

He is never quick to anger. But the rare times it happens, his eyes glow gold, purple and gold fire seems to surround him, bursting in a fight for dominance as if the heaven and hellish abyss fighting within him, his collar of shame burning red in his skin, creating a vibrant contrast compared to his black and white robes; his oppressive and dense qi affecting everyone around him. And if you're the target of his wrath...even heavens would pray for your safety.

NB: I don't think he will be a head disciple or the future sect leader anymore. More like a silent guardian of the sect and stays as an elder of qiong ding? All the points would still apply even if he becomes a rogue cultivator.

How would he meet shen jiu again tho? He can't really meet him through the canon event now.

Hmm....maybe he meets him while YQY was actually trying to hunt down the notorious wu yanzi. SJ will be no doubt still extremely angry at his qi-ge for "abandoning" him but he would be having (demanding) a ton of questions a daMN HEAVENLY CURSE SHACKLE ON HIS NECK?! WHAT THE FUCK, QI-GE?!!?!!

#saya answers.#yue qingyuan #svsss au #pidw au #bamf yue qingyuan #sad boi yue qingyuan #saya rambles.

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No Surprises Rework-The Story So Far✨✨

Story Rework in Progress!!

Around 14 years ago, a man named Rosinante was murdered in cold blood by his older brother.

He wakes up in an outer realm and is granted a mysterious letter, offering him a choice.

He can pass on, or he can serve as the guardian and teacher for the next Nagi Nagi no Mi consumer.

A girl and her father set sail, her father training her to be strong and independent. However, the girl decides to travel the North Blue, and pursue a career in music.

She ends up in Dressrosa, where she does small commission works and keeps herself anonymous. Unbeknownst to her, she’s gained the attention of a certain warlord.

The aspiring musician is tracked down by said warlord, who reveals himself as the heavenly demon and king of Dressrosa, Donquioxte Doflamingo.

Things start out sweet between the two, but soon spiral into a cyclone of abuse, degradation, and humiliation, leaving her heavily traumatized.

Nearly two years later, after freeing herself from his abuse during the main storyline Dressrosa events, she is taken under the care of Trafalgar Law.

She undergoes a bumpy healing process, nearly committing suicide in the process, but is kept safe by Law.

Through their time together, the two grow close and develop feelings for one another. She goes as far as to train to become a certified medical assistant and works hard to heal from her trauma.

One particular day, she stumbles upon a purple devil fruit known as the Nagi Nagi no Mi. She eats it, unaware of its powers. She keeps this a secret from Law.

That night, she goes to sleep and wakes up in a dream where she meets a mysterious man by the name of Corazon. He vows to serve as her guardian and teach her about the powers of her Devil Fruit. The two become fast friends.

While Law is busy in his own work and training her to become his medical assistant, rumors spread of a particular family, known as the Askens Berg’s, who have knowledge of a particular Devil Fruit ability, capable of communicating with their previous user.

The Heart Pirates prepare to embark on this strange journey, and uncover the truth behind this rumor.

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companionjones · 7 months

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Touron

Pairing: John B x Reader

Fandom: Outer Banks (Netflix)

Summary: John B meets you at a beach party. Are you a Pogue or a Kook? *spoilers* The title gives it away ;)

Warnings: Cursing, one slight reference to smut

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"Alright, you can't understand the Outer Banks without understanding the boneyard. It's kinda like a three-layer burrito. There's us and our friends, the working-class derelicts from the Cut. Then, there are the Kooks, the rich second-homers. They're mostly from pouncy-ass boarding schools, just rich trustafarian posers. Our natural enemies. And then, there are the Tourons. Totally clueless. Here for a week on vacation with their families. Chum for the sharks."

"Hey," you smiled at the first person to look at you at a party you found on the beach. "I'm new around here. Is this party for something?"

John B didn't know what to make of you when he first saw you. He couldn't figure out if you were a Pogue or a Kook. He answered you with a shake of his head. "Nah, nah. We're all just hanging out. Do you, uh...want a beer?"

"Sure, thanks." You took the beer from him and started taking in your surroundings. You realized there was no one there you could talk to.

"What's your name?" John B suddenly asked.

You gave your name, and John B gave his full name in return.

"Well Y/n, you seem a little lost. You want to hang with me for a bit?"

Relief flooded your features. "That would be great. Thank you."

John B smiled. "No problem. Where on the island are you coming from?"

"The corner of Mankhurst and Shelley."

John B made note of that. That part of town was nicer, but it was still technically part of the Cut. He just hadn't known that the Bartons were selling their place.

So, you were a Pogue. It gave John B peace that he could put you into one of the categories. It comforted him even more that the category was his own.

After John B figured that out, he was much more at ease around you. Or maybe it was your conversation skills causing him to feel that way? Either way, John B talked to you for a couple hours. He loved getting to know you. He learned where you were born, what kind of music you listened to, even your favorite color.

John B also got to telling you about his life. "Yeah, my dad set out to look for a shipwreck 9 months ago, and that was the last time I saw him. I know he's still out there, though. He'll find his way back home eventually."

You just sat there, listening intently.

He went on, "And now CPS is on my tail. They say I have to go into foster care if I can't prove I have a guardian."

"Man, that really sucks," you replied, "I wish I turned tail and ran the first time CPS found me," you revealed, taking another sip of your drink.

That took John B off guard. "Wait. You were in the system?"

"I am in the system. My foster family think they're being nice by inviting me on this trip, but I know it's just because they can't find someone to watch me for two weeks."

John B was still catching up. "Two weeks...but that would make you a..."

"Tourist, I know that."

He cringed. "Well, that's not exactly what we'd call you here..."

"And what would that be?" you wondered.

John B leaned away from you in anticipation of your reaction. "...A tour-on."

Your eyes went wide. "As in, moron?!"

John be started laughing as he nodded.

"Oh my god! You people are mean around here," you pointed out.

"Well, what if I said it doesn't apply to you?" John B offered.

"Still mean...but I'll take it." You took another sip.

John B changed the subject. "So, you're in the system?"

"Have been since I was 11. I'm 16 now."

"Damn, for five years? Is it really as bad as some people say it is?"

You sighed, "Well, they take you away from your home, make you live in places that shouldn't be homes, and you're moving around all the time...," you trailed off, looking at the ocean.

John B apologized, "I'm sorry to bring it up--"

"No, no. It's okay. I'm sorry you're being threatened with it," you returned. "The family I'm with now isn't so bad. I mean, they're not good either, but they don't really care if I go out on my own, which is a plus...and a minus, I guess..."

"...So they wouldn't care if you didn't come home tonight?"

You laughed, "They wouldn't care if I didn't show up 'til they were pulling out of town."

"You should come stay with me, then," John B offered, and only then did he realize the implication of his request. "I mean, not like that. I mean, unless you want it to be like that, in which case, I wouldn't be opposed to--"

"Just stop talking, before you dig your hole any deeper." You smiled, "But sure, I'll come stay with you. Maybe that way this vacation will actually be a vacation." You offered a toast to John B, almost like a handshake to seal the agreement between you two.

John B lightly tapped his red solo cup against yours, and the two of you took a drink.

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