#she knew that her profession would eventually kill her. but she went out on her terms

[alexandros-deathwood]

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS HOLD ON LET ME SEND SOME For Alexandros: 4, 6, 29, and 32 Adam: 30, 31, 98, and 100 Malcom: 1, 11, 25, and 28 And I got a few for all of them that got me very curious: 22, 51, and 53

Alexandros:

4. Butterbeer or pumpkin juice?

Butterbeer is essentially a root beer float while pumpkin juice is apple cider with pumpkin puree. So pumpkin puree.

6. Sandwiches or soup?

Soup there is so much you can do with it. You can add potatoes, meat, carrots, rice, squash, hominy, etc it just has so much you can do with it and there's nothing quite like soup rice.

29. Was MC's Patronus what they expected it to be?

He never actually thought about that it would be a Thestral but he had an idea that it might be considering his mom shares the same.

He is well aware of his mom's past and her tragedies. How her life has been defined by the death of her family and the protection of it. How she travels every year to the origin of her birth, where her parents and sister were killed, to clean their graves and celebrate dia de los Muertos.

He like her has also be defined by death but to such extreme, witness the death of his beloved dog, Peanut, as she she jumped in front of a car in front of him. He witnessed how his own in-action led to death. Pushing him to always wanting to take action while others are in danger, to make up for the guilt he feels for that day.

So he knew that it might be a Thestral, which is a sad thought for him: that death is dyed to his happiness. That was however he started to study with Merula on what a patronus means, that it isn't just about your happiness but also a representation of yourself. Something beautiful and gentle, but misunderstood because of its links with death.

32. What's MC's favorite thing to do when they hang out with their friends?

Honestly he just likes to be included doesn't really matter what. But his favorite thing to do would be to enjoy the outdoors and explore things with his friends.

Adam:

30. Who is MC's favourite Professor?

Professor Kettleburn

31. Who is MC's least favourite Professor?

Snape. I want you to guess why.

98. What is MC's MBTI personality type?

I have no idea. Not a single clue.

Both of the twins tend to stick towards the middle of each of the questions, basically asking in response another question:

What's the situation? So all I know is that he is XNXP. Those 2 are the most likely to stay the same but all of them are subject to change depending on the situation. He's too neurodivergent for me to fit him into a personality type that fits.

100. Is MC good at pranking?

He is because he is very clever and knows how to set up for maximum prank ness.

Dumping a bucket of hot sauce on someone, which by itself is already bad enough, but then using a cold air charm to dry the hot sauce to the person. So now the hot sauce is harder to remove.

They are cold, possibly irritated, they smell, and covered from head to toe in crusty dried out hot sauce.

Though he is not in Ravenclaw he is just as smart as his twin brother, something that should not be mistaken.

Though most of his pranks are pretty mild.

Malcolm:

1. What's MCs favorite subject and why?

History and Defense against the Dark arts. because he loves to study ancient battle tactical techniques and apply them to training

11. Pessimistic or Optimistic?

Pessimistic, but optimism helps him find creative solutions to problems

25. What is MC's favourite magical creature?

Phoenix

28. What is MC's favourite season? Why?

Fall, because it's not bitter cold and not terribly hot. It's a perfect mix of warm and cool air, and gives a sense of security and comfort

All:

22. What is MC's blood status?

Starting off Malcolm is a half blood, 25% muggle, 75% wizard. His father, Peregrine, being pure blood and his mother being half. Though the Deathwoods aren't really sure about his blood status.

The twins half bloods, specifically are 20% muggle 80% wizard. Their dad Seán Deathwood is a pureblood but Sophia Deathwood came from a town in Mexico that didn't really care about blood type focusing more on family and loyalty.

Since Sophia moved twice before setting down in Scotland, and both her parents could preform magic she has no idea that she is a half blood, nor does she care. Why would she? She's an immigrant, who has lost most of her family. Blood purity wouldn't be a main concern. So the twins don't know that they are technically half-bloods.

51. Do they join to the Battle of Hogwarts (either sides)?

Yes. Alexandros joined alongside his wife to fight against Voldemort and protect the students of Hogwarts. Merula made the right choice for once, to fight for her (new) family. Malcolm was 100% willing to die a glorious death, as well as he wished to protect his family. Adam joined for similar reasons as his twin, wanting not for the innocent to die and suffer under Voldemort.

They lived, though bruised and injured. Of the family members there was only one causality.

Sophia Deathwood suffered major injuries during the battle, ultimately laying down her life for her family. She died in the arms of her husband knowing they lived.

She died kicking ass at the age of 61, not bad.

53. Do they interfere with Harry Potter's time at Hogwarts (i.e. mess with canon)?

Yes, mostly in small ways that would not drive of change much of the plot. The twins taking trips to Hogwarts to go to the creature reserve as well as other things.

#merula had a change of heart and fought against her parents #hogwarts mystery #hphm #jacob's sibling #alexandros deathwood #adam deathwood #malcom deathwood #Sophia Deathwood #seán deathwood #merula snyde #sorry this took awhile #hoped you enjoyed it non the less #don't feel sad about Sophia #she knew that her profession would eventually kill her. but she went out on her terms #defending her family to the bitter end #she may be a witch but she lived as a warrior and died as one

[fandom-geek17]

Destined For More

Neteyam x Omatikaya!Reader

Synopsis: Being a close family friend of the Sully's, and Kiri's best friend, it was hard to be around Neteyam and not fall in love with him. Supressing those feelings were even harder, especially when his parents start pressuring him about finding a mate...

Rating: E MINORS DNI🔞🔞

Tags: Friends to lovers! Eventual smut! Semi public smut! P in V smut, Reader has a name, no use of Y/N

Vocabulary: Nantang (Viperwolf), Marui (Pods/tents), Skxawng (Moron), Tanhì (Bioluminescent freckles/stars)

Ages: Neteyam (21), reader (20), Kiri (20), Lo'ak (19), Tuk (13)

Can also be read on AO3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

“There child” Mo’at told you gently, standing over your shoulder as you crushed the herbs in the mortar. “Perfect.” You smiled to yourself. You were a decent healer, but hearing it from her directly meant everything. Kiri had always been the best healer, always would be, but you enjoyed the profession. Feeling like you could contribute with something else other than making clothes.

Alongside you and Kiri, there were two other healers in training, and everyone was currently busy helping a hunting party that had been attacked by a group of Nantang. None had been seriously injured, but there were a lot of bites and scratches to clean and bandage. They were lucky, it could have been worse. But since there were suddenly so many patients, the supply of medicines ran low. As Kiri and the other two worked on the patients, you were happy to sit in the corner, making more healing paste as fast as you could. The patients were an important part of being a healer, but the thing that had always interested you most was the science behind it. Discovering how new plants could optimize healing, which ones soothed pain, which ones killed bacteria. You had recently discovered that alternating the weaving pattern of the bandages caused more air to flow through without exposing the wounds to the elements. That way, it lessened the chance of infection.

“Emmy, can you pass me those?” Kiri asked, pointing to a pile of leaves next to you. She smiled in thanks as you gave them to her. Your real name was Emreyìte, meaning surviving daughter. It was a bit on the nose, but you liked it. You mother had labored for over two days to bring you into the world, and you nearly didn’t make it. The name was supposed to convey the strength you had already displayed coming into this world.

When you finished crushing the herbs, you put them in the water stewing above the fire. Stirring slowly, and evenly, the water slowly changed color. But it needed to steep for a little while longer. This particular mixture of herbs soothed pain very efficiently when boiled into a tea. But the taste wasn’t particularly pleasant, so you always added some sweetness in the hopes of counteracting the bitter taste. All the hunters were given a cup of the liquid to drink. They all grimaced badly, making you smile a little. It was terrible, but you were still experimenting with the recipe.

You all worked in quiet unison until all the hunters had been treated. It was well past the start of the communal dinner by then, evening setting in slowly. The other two healers went to get something to eat whilst Kiri helped Mo’at to her marui. You stayed behind to clean up. And also take inventory of how much of the supplies had been used. Hunger rumbled in your belly, but it would have to wait.

“Knock, knock” a voice murmured. A voice you knew all too well. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as your breath hitched.

You turned around and indeed. “Neteyam” you breathed. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, watching you with a small smile from under his eyelashes. “I saw all the other healers join the dinner, but not you. I figured you’d be here, too wrapped up in your research to eat again.” He held out a steaming bowl in front of you. “So I brought you this.”

The smell of Yerik stew filled your nostrils, making your stomach rumble again. Neteyam smirked, proving his point. “Thank you” you said, accepting his gift. But it was only when he stepped inside the hut properly that you noticed the wound on his shoulder, making you gasp slightly. “Neteyam, what happened to your shoulder?”

“Nothing! It’s fine, don’t worry about it” he assured you, but not very convincingly.

“That needs to be cleaned” you stated, setting the bowl aside. “What happened?” You looked at his expectantly until he finally caved, quirking his brow in your direction.

“I caught a tree branch during fighting practice” he admitted with a nonchalant tone. “It’s fine.”

“Did you clean it, at least?” you asked, observing the wound. You already knew the answer.

“Yes” Neteyam said.

“Well, not well enough. Sit! Does it hurt?”

“No.”

You quirked at eyebrow at him, your tail swishing impatiently.

“A bit.” Neteyam’s ears flicked as his eyes flitted between you and the bowl of Yerik stew. “Can you at least eat first? Waiting a couple of more minutes won’t kill me.” He smiled at you playfully. He was normally very reserved, the smiling Neteyam was usually saved for his family.

But you only huffed, filling a cup with the last of the tea from earlier. “Here, drink this while I eat.” As you sat down with your bowl of stew, Neteyam took a small gulp of the liquid in his cup. His brows furrowed but other than that, he did an okay job of hiding his disgust. But having known him since you were kids, you could tell when he hid the truth. “You can grimace, you know” you giggled over the bowl. “It won’t hurt my feelings. I know it’s disgusting.”

Neteyam hummed, only making a small grimace after his next sip. “It’s not the best” he admitted with a sheepish smile. “But it’s effective. And a lot better than the last time. You’re getting very good at this, experimenting with medicine.” You couldn’t help but blush at his praise.

But you had also just stuffed your mouth full of food, so the only answer he got was that damned blush you wished would go away. As soon as you finished the bowl, you go to work on his shoulder.

Your hand trembled slightly as it made contact with Neteyam’s warm skin, holding him steady while the other hand cleaned his wound with a cloth. Your hand rose and fell with each of his breaths, and you leaned in to see properly in the firelight. Eywa, he smelled so good. Always had. It was intoxicating, and also the reason why you never got too close to him.

Your family and the Sully family had been friends since forever, you and your brother grew up together with the Sully’s, but as your brother made lots of other friends, your only real friend was Kiri. Of course, Kiri came with Lo’ak, Spider and Tuk and they were great, like additional siblings. But they weren’t Neteyam. With his broad shoulders, gentle voice, infectious smile, kind heart and protective older brother demeanor, it was impossible to not gain a crush on him. That crush had lasted on and on since you were fourteen. At seventeen, even you had to admit to yourself that you had fallen in love with him. And how could you not? He was everything, had everything. He was the handsome son of the Olo'eyktan that all the women gazed after, giggled around and tried to flirt with. He was the dream you could never have. It had been clear over the years that he only saw you as a friend, as Kiri’s best friend. So you had become very good at dreaming in silence and later suppressing your feelings for the man sitting before you.

Dreams of exploring with him, laughing with him, him confessing his undying love for you and making you his mate. And also not so innocent dreams, dreams of being with him. Of him kissing you, running his hands all over your body, his mouth following suit, him pushing his cock deep into your pussy, joining his kuru with yours, finally creating that everlasting bond…

A hiss from the man in question broke you out of your train of thought. “Sorry” you whispered, your mouth and throat suddenly very dry.

“It’s okay” Neteyam whispered back. You could have sworn that his voice was deeper, throatier, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. “It just stings a little.”

You nodded quietly and swallowed, desperately trying to regain some moisture in your mouth so you could get your voice back. Standing up, you took a deep breath that you hoped was subtle and went to get the Yalna bark mixture. This was exactly why you tried to avoid being too close to him. Every time those big golden orbs watched you intently or his smell surrounded you, thought and memories of your illicit fantasies caught up with you and you had to remember that Neteyam was destined for so much more than a healer who was more interested in playing with plants than helping her patients.

He was watching you right now, you could tell. His gaze burned at the back of your neck, but when you turned back around, he thankfully looked away. You had to say something, quickly. The longer you stayed quiet, more memories of last night flooded your brain. Those fantasies of him wrapping your legs around his neck before he-

“Why didn’t you come here before?” you blurt out, desperately avoiding eye contact, trying to calm the erratic beating of your heart.

Neteyam shrugged with his good shoulder, his eyes following the movement of you fingers as you dipped them in the mixture. “There were so many wounded hunters, thought you should prioritize them.”

You huffed at his stubbornness. “Skxawng” you muttered, trying to not take in how defined the muscles around his shoulder area were. “I al- we always have time for you” you corrected quickly. Please Eywa, don’t let him catch that slip up!

You dared a quick glance at his eyes, but you couldn’t read the expression there. He opened his mouth and closed it several times before speaking. “I’ll remember that” he breathed.

Quickly, you looked back down at his wound and shuffled closer to be able to apply the ointment. Too late you noticed that this position practically placed you between his legs. His knees rubbed against your waist as you leaned forward. Again, you placed one hand on his chest for support before rubbing your coated fingers over his wound.

A small groan left his lips. A groan that caused you to close your eyes and legs tighter together. Thank Eywa that your braids covered your face as you worked, if he saw the deep violet of your cheeks or your eyes that were more black than yellow, he’d probably bolt out and you’d have to dig yourself into a hole of embarrassment and stay there forever. There was nothing sexual about that groan! He was in pain, you reminded yourself. Still, all you could feel was the beating of your heart and the lightning bolts of pleasure going from your stomach to your core.

This was exactly why you needed to keep a safe distance from him! When there were other people around or you kept yourself at a respectable distance, it was easier to remember that all you would ever be was his friend. It made it easier to suppress everything.

As soon as you could, you bolted from your position as if you had just been burnt. Clearing your throat, you look away, letting your braids hide your face again. “Okay, you’re all set” you murmured under the guise of putting everything back at its rightful place.

You could hear Neteyam standing up behind you, shuffling about a little. “Thank you, Emreyìtre. I appreciate it.” It was so rare for someone to call you by your full name. It caused a flutter of your heart that made you feel both happy and sad at the same time. “Are you staying here long?”

Why did he want to know? Did it matter what you did? “Probably not” you answered slowly, finally turning around to face him. “We used up a lot of Mo’at’s supply today. I was going to forage some more for her so we can all start fresh tomorrow.”

“Now?” he questioned, gesturing to the setting sun outside of the tent. “It will be dark soon.”

You crossed your arms, tail swishing slightly. “So? I’m not afraid of the dark.”

Neteyam’s ears flicked upwards along with his tail. “I know” he smiled. “But I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

You sighed… You wanted to say something derogatory to distract him from the real reason you didn’t want him accompanying you. It’s not like you could tell him you wanted the alone time to cool off and maybe shoot a couple of arrows in between gathering. But when you looked into those hopeful, determined eyes of his, you couldn’t lie. Damn him! “Fine. As long as you remember that I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself then you can make yourself useful and help me carry everything.”

You thrusted a satchel bag into his hands. Neteyam snorted and slung it over his shoulder before accepting the large pile of smaller containers that you had woven for this very purpose. You gathered the same equipment for yourself before also armoring yourself with your daggers and bow and arrow.

As you walked, you tried to stay a couple of paces ahead of him, both to show him the way but also to give yourself some space to think. As eclipse slowly set in, his tanhì would illuminate more and more, creating that perfect canvas of speckled light. He had always been so beautiful in the dark, his features somehow more prominent than during the day. Over the years, you had spent many evenings around a campfire with him and his family. Carefully watching him out of the corner of your eye, you had decided that nighttime was his best look.

But you couldn’t think of that right now! If this was going to work, having him accompany you, then it couldn’t be awkward. You had to treat him the same way as you would anyone else helping you. And that meant no ogling! Hence why you were walking ahead of him.

Neteyam walked diligently behind you, not saying much, just following in your footsteps. Eventually you stopped in front of a clearing.

“Here” you pointed towards a patch of green. “See those plants with the rounded leaves?” He nodded, stepping closer to you to observe the plants. “Dig up the roots, clean them and put them in one container. As many as you can fit.”

“What do they do?” he asked curiously as he sunk down to his knees.

“They calm anxiousness” you answered immediately. “They can also help people sleep if prepared properly.”

As Neteyam worked on the roots, you used your knife to gather the same herbs you had boiled earlier today. Neteyam proved to excel at this, like everything else. He quickly filled the woven bag with roots and immediately asked for a new task. You set him to work as much as you could, both to get the work done faster and because you secretly wanted to see that pleased smile whenever he showed you his collection of plants. He was like one of those yellow canines Jake had showed you on a computer once. The ones that existed on earth. He had that same eagerness to please and do well.

It warmed your heart that he genuinely wanted to help. Yet you also had to remind yourself that this eagerness was not singled out for you. He probably wanted to help everyone with the same fervor. He was the next Olo’eyktan, after all. If the people were supposed to follow him, then he had to show he would be there for them with the same loyalty.

But as the evening went on, Neteyam followed you more and more, asking you to tell him about each and every plant you collected. And it was nice to have something to talk about. Something that you could sink into without feeling self-conscious. So, you happily shared your knowledge.

“See this one?” you sat down in front of a plant with thick, pointy stems and sharp edges. “Kiri and I discovered the use of it a while ago. It soothes burns, produces a cooling sensation.” You broke off a piece of the stem and cut it in half. A clear, gel-like liquid oozed out. You collected some on your fingers and you could swear you heard your foraging partner swallow. But before you had time to process whether he did, you reached for his arm to stroke some on it. “Feel that?” you smiled up at him.

“Yeah” he murmured before looking up at you. “That’s incredible.”

“I’m experimenting with it, to see if I can make turn it into an ointment somehow.”

Neteyam looked at you with hooded eyes. “If anyone can, it’s you.”

A blush spread across your cheeks. He had given you so many compliments tonight, it was hard to believe that this wasn’t one of your daydreams. Even harder when you observed the way his tanhì glowed in the moonlight, the way his braids fell to perfectly frame his face, his gentle smile, his golden eyes looking up at you from under his eyelashes again. The urge to be closer to him was overwhelming. Every fibre of your being longed for him, to feel his lips against yours. But you had to stay strong. He was forbidden territory. Kiri’s brother, the future clan leader, and most importantly; he wasn’t interested. And making any kind of move would ruin whatever it was that you two had.

So you cleared your throat and stood up. “After we get some of these, we should be set to head back” you said quietly, turning away from him.

The two of you quickly gathered the last plant and began walking back. But before you had gotten far you stumbled upon some of your favorite materials for making clothing. A small squeal of happiness left your lips as you bent down to scoop up some of the pebbles.

“Do these have a medical purpose?” Neteyam asked you curiously and picked some up himself.

“No” you admitted bashfully, placing the small white pebbles in your bag. “I use them to make beads and other decorations for my chest coverings.”

“Oh…” Neteyam’s eyes flitted downwards for a moment before he bent down to scoop some more pebbles into his hand to examine them further. “Is it hard to make beads out of them?”

“No” you shrugged. “Just time consuming.” Neteyam nodded slowly.

The two of you walked the rest of the way in silence. It had been such a nice evening and you desperately tried to remember that it was simply an outing between friends. You couldn’t get your hopes up over this one thing. He just came along to make sure you didn’t get lost out there…

“Hey” Neteyam stopped you with a hand on your elbow when the village appeared ahead. “Thank you for letting me come with you. I really needed to clear my head for a bit.”

Your ears perked in interest. “Oh?” His mood seemed to have dampened somewhat, judging by the way his eyes suddenly had darkened and his tail swished slightly when he looked at his family’s marui. “Can I ask why?” you probed gently. “Or is it too personal?” Whatever it was, a part of you really wanted, needed, to know.

Neteyam rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Mom and dad have been trying to have a conversation with me for a couple of days. A conversation I don’t really want to have.” He looked at his home, his cheeks a bit more violet than usual. You nodded gently for him to continue. He cleared his throat and refused to meet your gaze. “They want me to start looking for a mate.”

And just like that, you could feel cracks appearing in your heart. “Oh…” you whispered, now avoiding his gaze, as well. You had always known this day would come, but mentally preparing and being slapped in the face with it were two entirely different things.

“And it’s not that I don’t want a mate” he added hurriedly. “I do. I just don’t want to be rushed into any big decisions. Whoever I mate with will have to burden a lot of responsibility and I don’t want to force that on anyone. I know what’s like to have so much responsibility thrust upon you that you didn’t ask for.”

You nodded slowly, blinking furiously. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, but they had to stay away! You would not cry over the news that a friend was supposed to celebrate. Be supportive! “I’m sure whoever it will be will make a great tsahìk one day” you murmured, clutching your bag closer to your chest. “Since we’re here, I can take the bags to the healing hut.”

“I can help you with that!” Neteyam offered immediately, making you want to cry even more. But not now, not yet!

“No, no I’ll be fine” you lied, your voice a lot shakier than you would have liked. “Go home, Neteyam. I’m sure your parents are wondering where you are.” He reluctantly handed you the bag he was carrying. You gave him a forced smile. “Goodbye.”

You started to walk away before he could answer, desperate to get away. He called after you. “Goodbye Emmy!”

The tears finally spilled over. It felt like a ‘goodbye’ in more ways than one…

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[mcuamerica]

The Shadowsinger: One

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. loss of family, gore, canon level mention of violence, Tamlin, heavy spoilers for ACOTAR series. If I forgot anything, please let me know!

Pairings: (Eventual) Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: After you were claimed as Amarantha's Shadowsinger, you meet the High Lord of the Night Court.

Disclaimer: I do not own SJM’s characters, only the ones I create for the purpose of this story. This is a work of fiction. I do not give permission to repost my work on any other platform or medium. Please be respectful.

My graphics are my own. If you wish to use them, please give credit!

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Prologue

Just 6 months before everyone was trapped Under the Mountain is when she raided your small northern Illyria village. And it was all because of that male you slept with. When you thought he was sleeping and allowed your shadows to come out, he saw. And he knew. He ran back and told his camp Lord, who told Amarantha the second he could. The Lord had sworn allegiance to her before a few others did as well.

Every single villager was taken to one of the camps she had. Sirona, Igna, and Oran included. Every single one of them but you. At first, she threatened you with their lives, and you begged her to spare them. You begged her harder when she threatened to rip off your wings. So, she made you a bargain. One she didn’t make with anyone else.

So long as you would be her personal Shadowsinger, her spy, and told her nothing but what you thought to be the truth, your friends and your wings would remain intact. You foolishly agreed. Not aware of the loopholes that she would find ways around in the coming years.

You were there when she trapped everyone Under the Mountain. You were responsible for her having bargaining power over certain High Lords. How she was able to put a leash on everyone’s powers. You were trapped with everyone else. But you were her spy, and she still needed information from the outside. So she allowed you out, but only when she deemed it necessary.

And you met Rhysand. The High Lord of the Night Court. The High Lord of your home. Or what used to be. And not just a High Lord, but a Carynthian, the highest ranking form of an Illyrian that you knew. And he was Amarantha’s whore.

Rhysand had a familiar feeling the moment he laid eyes on you. Not only because you reminded him of his Shadowsinger brother, but something deeper. Something he hadn’t been able to place for the 50 years Under the Mountain.

When you first told him of your bargain with Amarantha, he was wary to tell you anything. He definitely wasn’t going to tell you about Velaris. Not when you had a bargain to tell her the truth about anything you learned. And lying to her would only get you killed.

Then he learned why you’d done it. How you bargained to keep your friends, your family (albeit not blood related), safe. To keep your wings unharmed. At least unharmed by her. So he decided he would do everything he could to keep his secrets from you. Not because he didn’t want you to know, but because he didn’t want you hurt. Or your family hurt.

You had learned to lean on each other during those 50 years. Amarantha would often send you out together. Even though she trusted you and Rhysand to bring her valuable information alone, she also knew that you couldn’t lie about the information that he told her. 

But Rhys had learned to keep you in the dark, away from conversations, when he knew you didn’t want her to know what was going on. You couldn’t lie about something if you didn’t hear it. If your shadows didn’t tell you.

And then Feyre came. The 19 year old girl, human, professing her love for Tamlin. One of the first things that your shadows whispered to you about her was that she indeed did love him. Something Amarantha forced out of you once they took Feyre to her cell. After they beat her, of course.

You remembered when Rhys went out for Calanmai, even if he didn’t tell you what happened. You remember him coming back from Tamlin’s manor and telling you about Clare. You were on the mission to go retrieve her, just to conceal Amarantha’s soldiers enough so they could do their worst. Thankfully you weren’t asked to question Clare… Thankfully for Prythian, not Clare. You didn’t know you were retrieving the wrong woman.

What Amarantha did to Clare, how she displayed her decaying body in the throne room, you could barely watch. You knew Rhys had taken her mind. He wouldn’t let innocents suffer. It didn’t help, either way. Knowing that Amarantha would use it against you if you looked away or left the room. Especially because she may need use of your shadows to scare the poor girl even more.

You watched as Feyre defeated the Wyrm, as she miraculously survived the second task. You knew she couldn’t read. Your shadows told you the second the spikes started descending on her and Lucien. You thought they were going to die. But somehow, after hovering over the second lever for so long, she chose the third. It was like someone told her to do it.

Rhys didn’t mention he was sending Nuala and Cerridwen down to retrieve Feyre on those nights after their own bargain. Or what their bargain even entailed. He didn’t want you knowing the secrets. Not when it would ruin the plan he had in place.

So you stood by as Feyre held the fate of Prythian in her hands, with the dagger as she plunged it into Tamlin’s stone solid heart.

It wasn’t easy, watching Amarantha as she killed Feyre for it. As Rhys roared for her, fought for her. All while Tamlin did nothing but beg. Granted, he was injured, but he didn’t do anything. Didn’t even fight as Feyre’s neck snapped. You even tried to send your shadows towards Amarantha to blind her for Rhys, but she shot out a string of magic and knocked you on the floor and held you there. 

But Feyre solved the riddle. She freed you all. And you took a deep breath as you felt more magic swell in you than you noticed before. Maybe it was from it being gone for 50 years. Or restrained, at least.

And Tamlin killed her. He did what every person Under the Mountain was wishing, any sane person at least. Amarantha was dead and you were free. Free to keep secrets from whomever you wanted. Free to see your family without fear that you would endanger them.

That final night roaming about in the upper floors of the Mountain changed your life even more. When you approached Rhys to say goodbye. To go to the camp your family was being held at and take them back to the village. If anything was left. It was then that he gave you an offer that was hard to refuse.

“Come with me,” he whispered. “To Velaris.” He said and you tilted your head, not understanding what that was. Without even reading your mind, he continued. “It’s my Court that isn’t known to anyone. I’ve kept it hidden from everyone. From her… but I want you there. I want you to meet my family. I want my family to meet the female who helped me through these years…” he said. “I want you to meet another Shadowsinger.” He said.

You stood there, blinking for a few moments. “Rhys…” you muttered. “I have my family-“

“They can come. I’ll get you set up in a townhouse with them. And if you’d like, we could see about you working as part of my Court.” He said. “Think about it. I’ll ask your decision by tonight. Once you’re with your family.”

You took a deep, shaky breath. You bounded over to him and wrapped your arms around him. “Thank you. For everything you’ve done here.” You whispered. The only response from him was a small hum followed by a tight squeeze.

You stepped back and thanked him again before disappearing with your shadows to the camp your family was in. Where you would finally get to see Sirona, Igna, and Oran. Even if they weren’t blood, they had taken care of you and seen you mature all those years. You may have failed them the day Amarantha came, but you hoped they knew that what you did, you did for them.

Only, you made it too late. The camp had been burned down hours ago. There had been a spell on it, tied with Amarantha’s blood. If she was to die, all of the buildings were to burn with anyone inside. Her foot soldiers or not. And only this camp. As if that last final blow would finally break you. It almost did.

Your knees buckled as you made it to your family’s building, shadows wrapping around you as you fell to the ground. The building was still simmering with fire. But you could smell it. Burnt flesh, blood, and soot mixed together. It caused you to vomit right in front of the small room Igna and Oran shared together. As you staggered inside, you knew they were gone. You were alone again. The only people who loved you were gone.

But you still had Rhys. So when he went into your mind, gently scraping a talon on the walls he taught you to build up, you said yes. In despair. He knew something was wrong. So he winnowed to the camp. He spotted you outside your family’s building, holding onto a small book as you trembled. And he held you as you sobbed. Just as he had sobbed when he reached his family in Velaris. Only you weren’t as lucky as him. Your family was dead, and his was healthy and happy to see him.

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A/N: A reminder, this is a story about the reader more than it is a love story. It's quite a slow burn for a while. I started it immediately after I finished reading the ACOTAR series. I'm reading TOG now, no spoilers please.

Chapter 2 will be posted April 23rd.

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#acotar fic #acotar fanfiction #acotar #azriel x reader #the shadowsinger #katie writes #acotar spoilers #minors dni

[morbidology]

It was the 9th of October, 1965, and 14-year-old Elsie Frost and was spending the afternoon at Snapethorpe School’s Sailing Club in Lupset, Wakefield, with her friends. At around 4PM, Elsie left to walk the short distance home. Typically, she would walk home with friends but on this afternoon, she wanted to avoid the canal towpath. She had just got a new pair of shoes and knew that route would be muddy due to earlier rain.

As Elsie was walking through the tunnel below the railway line at Horbury, she was savagely attacked. She was stabbed in the head, hand, and back. The stab wound to her back pieced her heart. Due to the stab wound on her hand, it was evident that the teenager had attempted to defend herself against the frenzied attack. Unfortunately, it was unfruitful and she died due to shock and blood loss.

A manhunt for the killer was underway immediately. It became the largest manhunt that Wakefild would ever see, with the army even becoming involved. A couple of months after the shocking murder, 33-year-old Ian Bernard Spencer was declared to be guilty by the coroner. He was innocent, he professed, and this claim was corroborated by family members who said they were at home with Ian that afternoon. Ian was eventually acquitted of the murder but always remained under a cloud of suspicion. Police would frequently show up to his home whenever a murder took place in the area and Ian took to writing his daily activities down in a book.

One of the main theories is that Elsie stumbled across two men engaging in homosexual activities, which was illegal in Britain at the time. Another theory is that Elsie had a secret boyfriend who may have been involved. In 2016, an 78-year-old Peter Pickering was arrested in connection with Elsie’s murder. He was bailed out of jail and then re-arrested again in March or 2017. The case still remains unsolved. Elsie’s parents both went to the grave without knowing who killed their daughter or why.

#elise frost #true crime #unsolved #cold case

[howlingday]

Dragonslayer: Slap

After a mission Jaune and Yang have a massive argument about how risky their situation was and while both their teams try to explain to Yang that Jaune did what he needed to do and stop them fighting, Yang not knowing she went too far and insulted him while then slapping him a little too hard and leaving a bruised cut on his cheek, and soon realizing what she did she began to cry and run away.

After almost a few hours Jaune came to find her only to see her trying to wipe his blood off her hand, once she noticed he was there still with a bruised and cut cheek, he apologized only making her cry more knowing she hurt him.

"Okay, what the hell was that?!" Jaune simply watched as his girlfriend shoved the medics and combat surgeons out of her way until she was at the foot of his cot. "I spend the last six hours keeping my cool and trying not to freak out, and you just go out there and nearly get yourself killed fighting the biggest Grimm you could?!"

"I mean," Jaune shrugged, "I thought I did just fine."

"You're in a cast!" Yang shrieked.

"Aura'll heal me right up." He chuckled. "Besides, I'm pretty sure it'll come off soon."

Yang balked at the lax and candor. She looked around for support, but found only awkward look-aways and nervous whistling. A nurse sidled timidly around her and checked his arm with her semblance. She nodded and turned to meet the livid woman's glare. She gulped and hurried away.

"I'm glad you're okay." Jaune smiled. It really pissed her off.

"Jaune!" Ruby and the rest of both teams arrived with their chaperone, Professor Goodwitch, and stood next to her sister. "Are you all right?"

Jaune looked to his casted right arm, then chuckled. "I guess not."

"Mr. Arc, please be serious." Professor Goodwitch sighed. "I understand your aura reserve is impressive, but it is not limitless. What you use to hasten your recovery will only lead to more harm in the future."

"Yes, Professor." Jaune nodded. "Which is why I'm only healing myself with aura little by little every hour or so. The nurse came by and said I was fully healed, so I should be back in the fight-"

"YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!" Yang roared, startling a few patients nearby. The rest of her team dragged her out of the make-shift hospital, where she stomped and growled for a few minutes before speaking again. "CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT GUY?!" She clasped her hands together to her cheeks before speaking in a mocking tone. "The nurse came by and said I was fully healed, so I should be backin the fight~!"

"I mean, that's good, though, isn't it?" Ruby asked, then immediately regretted her choice of words as her older sister glared at her.

"As self-destructive as he seems," Weiss said, drawing attention off of her team leader, "your boyfriend isn't an idiot. He knew full well the risks, but still took the chance and came out alive on the other side. The Grimm horde is now greatly reduced thanks to him."

"But he almost died!" Yang shouted.

"An eventuality that drifts closer the longer we stay in this profession." Blake stated.

"Why are you guys taking his side?!"

"We're not." Ruby said, holding up her hands in a calming gesture. "We're just showing both sides of the issue. Believe me, I want to hit the dummy for almost dying, too, but I'm too glad that he's alive to be angry with him."

"Well, maybe you guys are, but I'm still pissed that he'd try something so stupid."

"Aw, I'm sorry, Yang." She whirled around to see her boyfriend, standing and smiling like the lovable idiot she knew. "Would a kiss make you feel better?"

"No, it wouldn't." She crossed her arm, scowling at him. "I'm not happy about what you did, and it's going to be that way for a really long while."

"Yeah, jumping headfirst into a Grimm horde from above wasn't my smartest idea," he chuckled, scratching his cheek, "but hey! Look at me now! Besides, I wouldn't leave you alone, Yang. I gave you my word as an Arc-"

"YOUR ARC'S WORD DOESN'T MEAN SHIT!" Yang screeched as her arm swung out as fast as lightning, cracking against Jaune's face with a booming thunder.

Everyone stood in silence, unmoving at the event that just unfurled. Ruby, Weiss, and Blake stared, wide-eyed and mouths shut from the damning act their brawler made. Jaune recoiled from the blow, but didn't move to recover. Yang's hand shook as the crime replayed over and over in her mind, though it only happened less than a second ago.

Jaune turned without looking at Yang, looking back to his team. "I can tell you're still angry. I'll let you blow off some steam."

"NO, WAIT, JAUNE!" Yang reached out. "I'M SORRY!" But his team covered his rear as he walked away, their eyes burning holes into her very being. Her team cautiously approached her, noticing the tears pouring from her eyes before she did.

"What have I done?"

#rwby #dragonslayer #jaune arc #yang xiao long #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #glynda goodwitch

[sigyns-drafts]

If it's okay can I please ask for another Poseidon X kianna

But where Adam intervenes and rejects the idea of her being with Poseidon

Because he believes that Poseidon will eventually get bored of her and kill her or break her heart

and he doesn't want his daughter being put through horrible pain again since he knew the abuse she went through and knows the trauma she went through and just wants to protect his daughter

Also in this scenario she rejects Poseidon even if she feels the same because Papa Knows Best

And the rest is up to you

A/N: Hello once again Nunez! I'll gladly write you another one of these, as I enjoy it very much and I don't doubt that you do too! I hope the way I've written your oc is right! Please enjoy this angst filled one shot~ <3

The tragic story of Amphitrite. 🤍

Adoptive daugther of adam oc x Poseidon

➩ kianna becomes the adoptive daugther of Adam, father of humanity after a difficult childhood, where she was abused so much she thought she could never be loved. Once she was old enough she started to isolate herself and finds comfort in the ocean and the sound of the waves.

With time she is able to recreate the sounds it makes with her voice and without her knowlage Poseidon god of the sea had started to watch over her and falls for her beauty. He wants to confess his feelings, but when he is about to do it, Adam steps in.

➩ Reader type: Oc x Poseidon

⚠: Unhealthy relationship, past mentions of trauma, abuse, physical abuse, scars from past abuse, kidnapping, forced relationship, eventual consent, cliffhangers.

In a town near the ocean side, lived a mortal woman named Kianna koromi.

She was a beacon of beauty, with her short brown locks, her singing voice like the waves, and her eyes, the color of the sun.

But Kianna carried scars beneath her robes, scars left behind by a past of abuse and trauma. Her stepfather had hurt her, so much in fact she thought she was unlovable at some point.

But despite the pain, she remained hopeful, finding solace in the gentle rhythm of the ocean. Once she grew old enough, she found a new family to support her which was Adam and Eve's family.

Then eventually rejecting society to live on her own and spending time with the sea. The only thing that brought her a peace of mind.

Unbeknownst to Kianna though, Poseidon, the mighty god of the sea, had been watching her from his watery realm.

Enthralled by her grace and resilience, he yearned to confess his feelings to her.

Gathering his courage, Poseidon emerged from the depths and approached Kianna one evening as she walked along the shore.

"Kianna," Poseidon spoke, his voice deep and resonant like the ocean's roar.

"I have watched over you from afar, captivated by your spirit. Will you grant me a moment of your time?"

Kianna looked up, startled by the presence of the god before her. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice tinged with both curiosity and caution.

"I am Poseidon, ruler of the seas," he replied, his eyes softening as he beheld her.

"And I have come to confess something to you, something I have kept hidden in the depths of my heart."

Before Poseidon could speak further, a figure emerged from the shadows, casting a dark cloud over the moment.

It was Kianna's adoptive father, Adam, father of humanity himself. Who had sensed a divine god at the presence of his daughter!

He was a gentle yet stern and protective man who had seen his daughter endure too much pain in her young life. He knew better than to let Poseidon out of all gods near her.

"Poseidon," Adam said firmly, his voice tinged with suspicion, "what business do you have with my daughter?"

Poseidon regarded Adam with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, knowing he would only be standing in the way.

"I come with the purest of intentions," he explained, "to profess my love to your daughter, Kianna."

"L-Love..?" Kianna stuttered, confused and shocked about what she was hearing. Poseidon loved her? They had just met!

Adam's expression hardened, his protective instincts flaring as thoughts ran through his head about what Poseidon could do to her.

"Love?" he scoffed. "Do you not hear yourself, Poseidon. A mortal and a god can never be together, at least not in your case."

"Wait father let me-!' Kianna tries to say something, to handle the situation herself but Adam raises his hand to her face, gesturing for her to be quiet.

He wanted her to have a say, but not right now, his top priority was to keep her safe.

"I know who you are and you will only bring her heartache and misery.."

Kianna listened to her father's words, torn between her own desires and the fear instilled by years of suffering.

"Father, please.." she interjected once more, her voice trembling with emotion, "let me just talk to him, okay?"

But Adam remained steadfast in his resolve, he turns to his daughter, face unchanging.

Kianna knew by just looking into his deep blue eyes that he felt bad upon Kianna's behalf for being unfortunate enough to get into this situation.

Since she has always found so much comfort in the sea. He was afraid this would ruin it for her, forever.

"I cannot stand by and watch you be swept away by the whims of a god.." he declared, reaching out to pull Kianna away from Poseidon's presence before it was too late.

And sadly, it was as it only enraged Poseidon by Adam interfering, the gods eyes flashed with fury.

"And who are you, to tell me what I can and cannot do, you foul mortal?!"

In a moment of uncontrollable anger, Poseidon seized Kianna and dragged her down into the depths of the ocean. Adam watches in horror as his daughter is dragged away and out of sight, speechless.

Meanwhile Poseidon casts a spell on Kianna quickly, so that she is able to breathe under water and not drown in the process.

As they descended into the abyss, Kianna felt a surge of fear and confusion hit her, hearing her father shout her name only for it to fade away the more they went into the depths. It scared her, terrified her!

"Why are you doing this?!" she cried out, heart pounding hard as she was struggling against Poseidon's grasp.

Suddenly Poseidon's expression softened, as hearing her pleading reminded his heavy heart of all the regret.

The memories all flooded back to the other times he has caused fear onto the people he had been attracted to.

"Forgive me, Kianna.."

With a wave of his trident, Poseidon teleports them to his temple, the water around them disappearing by magic.

Kianna hugs herself with her arms, shaking uncontrollably as tears fall down her already wet cheeks. She was a dripping mess.

"Why, why did you have to do this..?!"

Poseidon whispered, his voice laced with sorrow. "I cannot bear to be without you, but I can't see you suffer like this either.."

After Kianna had basically been kidnapped by Poseidon, he transformed Kianna into his queen, bestowing upon her the name being Amphitrite.

He took away most of her memories of the painful past, in hopes it would help her not only trust him, but genuinely relieve her of the trauma she had suffered from it.

Poseidon also makes up a fake story of where kianna now Amphitrite came from. That she was one of the 50 daughters of Nereus and Doris.

At last, Amphitrite would revive that love she thought she could never have or deserved but..in all the wrong ways.

Even Poseidon didn't let himself realize that.

Above the waves, Adam grieved for his daughter for centuries, haunted by the fact he had lost her to a god, gods which was something he hated more than anything.

Though her mortal life was lost to the depths, her love for Poseidon slowly grew on her and it turned into a beacon of light in the darkness of the ocean's depths.

She was starting to appreciate her new life, though there was something she hadn't forgotten.

He thought he would never see his precious daughter again, until Ragnarok when he was called to fight for his children. He wasn't prepared when he, just by chance saw a certain goddess.

Amphitrite who stood by Poseidon, his wife, decorated in the finest robes to cover up her scars. She happened to have the same yellow eyes, long brown locks of hair.

Adam had to smile at the woman, a mix sorrow and relief washing over him.

Could this be.. His lost daughter kianna?

"I'll fight for you too my child, I love you kianna, more than he ever will.."

#writing #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #angst #heavy angst #cliffhanger #ror poseidon #snv poseidon #ror adam #snv adam #cannon x oc #up for interpretation

[extremelyblackandwhite]

Steve meeting his first grandchild, please? I love your writing! Maybe make it during Christmas or something?

pairing: steve kemp x dark!reader

warnings: 18+ topics (under 18 year olds do NOT interact/reader), mentions of miscarriage

a/n: steve and the kemps are back. requests are back on!

part of toxic

Steve did not remember what it was like to have a toddler in the house. His memory of Aaron as a toddler was low and now he found himself deep into Holly's terrible twos - although he would never say that. It was his last baby and even though she was now running around the house with tinsel, leaving enough work for the robot hoover to consider dying before even attempting to clean it up, Steve mentally convinced himself that he had to enjoy this time.

       - Holly Berry Kemp. - Y/N appeared from the kitchen and the 2 year old immediately stopped in her tracks, staring at her mum as if she hadn’t been making Steve regret wanting another baby. - What are you doing?

        - Decorating. - she babbled, a little innocent smile she’d inherited from her dad sketched all over her features. 

        - Why is dad running after you like a maniac? 

        - Dad needs a break. - he leaned against the wall. - Why don’t you go get William and Aaron to play with you?

With Holly being the youngest, most of her experience was with her brothers, something she quite enjoyed - particularly annoying them until they agreed to play with her. Aaron still went along, mostly enjoying his childhood before he entered her teen years while William was busy being a college student and barely came out of his room unless Steve or Y/N asked him to. However, it was Christmas - Steve’s favourite time of the year. His girls came back for him and his house was complete with all his favourite people ... and Billy. 

      - Is Daisy bringing the baby or will I never get to see my grandchild? 

      - Not again, Steve. - she rolled her eyes.

Steve and Daisy were on a “peaceful” argument, as Y/N had put it. Daisy had decided not to let anyone in her delivery room and not even to deliver in the hospital her dad worked, mostly allowing only herself and the father to know about the baby’s gender and name - something Steve was completely dumbfounded about. Ever since, he had been moaning and ranting about it to his wife, mostly about how it was probably Billy’s idea and his sweet Daisy would never allow it to happen. 

      - I am just saying. Baby has been out for two weeks and we have no photos, no name, no gender. I have the right to see my first grandchild. 

      - Steve, it is not your baby. We’ve been through this. 

      - It’s my baby’s baby. You know it’s B ...

      - Not the Billy argument again. - she interrupted him. - Have you maybe put it through your thick head that maybe she wants to introduce the baby when she’s ready? It’s flu season, maybe she’s worried about that or maybe she and her husband want some alone time with their child.

      - Nonsense. 

      - How many people saw Daisy when she was born? - she snapped back. - Because as I recall, my parents didn’t see her almost until she was three months old and your parents saw her over Christmas. You didn’t even let most nurses in my room when I gave birth.

      - It’s different. 

      - It’s not, she’s your child, she acts like you and maybe it would be nice if you stopped waging wars against the father of your grandchild. 

      - I am not waging wars.

      - Then you will be nice over dinner, tonight? - she rose an eyebrow at his statement. - No snarky comments about his hair, profession or car?

      - His hair is stupid and you know it. 

She rolled her eyes at her husband silliness. Deep down, she knew he wouldn’t kill Daisy’s husband - Daisy liked him too much for Steve to actually want to cause any harm, he just hadn’t shut up about the grandchild he hadn’t seen. Eventually, he quit his rambling, instead going to the living room where Aaron and Holly were playing while William was busy reading through another one of the thousands of books he seemed to bring home everyday. He found himself distracted by a Christmas TV movie, ignoring the bell ringing until he heard his daughter’s voice. 

      - Daisy’s here. - he smiled at Holly who immediately got up to run to the door, her pigtails bouncing up and down as did. - Finally came to see your old dad?

      - Ignore him. - Y/N said as she helped Daisy place the baby carrier on the ground, yet when Steve looked inside, there was no baby. 

      - Daise, not to be mean, but did you lose your baby on the way here?

      - No, I got him. - Billy walked through the door. Great, he was here. - Fussy baby. 

      - He’s not fussy. - Daisy reprended. - He’s probably confused. 

      - You got a boy? - Steve peaked over the blankets to indeed see a very wide awake baby, staring at him. - He looks like you when you were born, Daisy love. 

      - Billy come play. - Holly grabbed onto his leg. - Come play!

      - Yes, you go. - Steve took over the baby. - You had the baby long enough. Go. 

He knew that one day he’d have a grandchild, he knew that as his kids got older one day he’d be hit with the shattering reality that they were no longer kids and were creating their own families. He’d thought he’d feel bittersweetness while holding his first grandchild, yet as he held the baby, he just kept thinking back on the very first time he’d held his Daisy. Guess his Daisy was not so little anymore. 

      - Dad, that’s Steve. - she smiled at her dad. - Steve, that’s grandpa.

#steve kemp

[faebhaal]

Some interesting things to note about the Church/cult of Bhaal:

Dogma: Bhaalists believed (in their sick and twisted way) that every murder committed strengthened holy Bhaal. As a result, they viewed murder asboth a pastime and a duty. Bhaalists were required to deal death once in every tenday during the darkest period at the heart of the night. If imprisonment or other constraining circumstances made this impossible, they had to murder twice for each death missed. In accordance with the Lord of Murder’s teachings, Bhaalists strove to ensure that before they died, murder victims knew who was killing them and that their death was in the name of Bhaal. Novices of Bhaal were charged as follows: “Make all folk fear Bhaal. Let your killings be especially elegant, or grisly, or seem easy so that those observing them are awed or terrified. Tell folk that gold proffered to the church can make the Lord of Murder overlook them for today.” Day-to-Day Activities: While Bhaal also encouraged the pursuit of personal wealth and hobbies, in the main, Bhaalists spent their nights performing murders and their days preparing for murder (procuring or caring for weapons, journeying to the appropriate site, praying to Bhaal for success, sleeping under guard so as to be fully awake for the hours of darkness, eating, training, praying for spells, and the like). Many served as assassins, bounty hunters, and mercenaries or in organized brotherhoods of men and women in such professions. Priests of Bhaal enjoyed killing for its own sake but tried not to murder indiscriminately. Much time and thought went into the planning of not just the dark deeds, but the implications of killing this or that individual. The church tried to eliminate all rivals and those who stood against it, to be sure, but also strove to enrich itself by frightening common folk into placing offerings of coinage and valuables before Bhaalists and by taking care to let economically and socially important individuals live unharmed. High Primates spent much of their time planning the proper strategies of manipulating nearby rulers, inhabitants, and organizations into the deeds and behavior that the Bhaalyns desired.

from Faiths & Avatars by Julia Martin circa 1996

Pretty much what it boils down to is, yes, being a member of the Church of Bhaal meant you were going to be murdering people quite often. Once a tenday in fact. However, majority of murders weren't indiscriminate or randos off the street. Targets are often picked and their murders planned out. The point of this was to not only feed Bhaal's bloodlust literally but also through fear, awe and material offerings. On the topic of offerings, while they may stay an assassin's hand at the moment, I would like to think it's not immunity from being a target in the future. Tell folk that gold proffered to the church can make the Lord of Murder overlook them for today --- suggests such; you can live for another day or ten. But eventually the mercy and grace run out.

When it comes to Ithaca's place in the church, it's not incorrect to say she's pretty much a nepo-baby (afterall she was made to pretty much be Bhaal's anti-christ). However, she still devoted her time and energy to the cause, securing her place.

Her duties beyond just murder were (though perhaps not limited to) torturing, preparing for and leading rituals, plotting hits, picking targets, and even helping High Primates in their manipulations that served the Bhaalists and Bhaal.

It was her cunning, charm and cruelty that served as her best weapons --- tools that brought about surges of inspiration through the Church of Bhaal and all it's factions. It wouldn't be uncommon for her to travel to different fortresses and temples to offer aid or for her own missions.

It would be a lie to say that Ithaca didn't enjoy being revered and respected the way she was when part of the Church of Bhaal. Oh no, she absolutely reveled in it! Granted she still lived under the ever watchful eye of Sceleritas, making sure she followed her path, which for the most part she did. Rebellion came in the form of details such as how a task was completed, when it was completed (still before a deadline), occasional going off script. Perhaps through her own genius or sheer dumb luck, things seemed to most of the time somehow work in her favor though she was not immune from scoldings and punishments when they did not.

#;;headcanons #twisting your mind and smashing your dreams;; bhaal

[astra-galaxie]

“I am! And you’re Adalet and Fili from the Bureau! My son’s told me all about your adventures!” - Milan Archer-Adams

Biographical information

Full Name: Milan Archer-Adams

Nickname(s): Mickey

Gender: Transgender (female to male)

Sexuality: Dеmiѕехual

Status: Alive

Age: 51 (season 3)

Birth: 1965

Race: Human

Nationality: Dutch-American

Origin: Los Angeles, USA

Residence: Los Angeles, USA

Profession(s): Voice Actor

Family:

Jack Archer-Adams (son)

Giselle Archer-Adams (wife)

Lance Archer (father) (deceased)

Maaike Archer (mother) (incarcerated)

Affiliation(s): The Astraea Galaxie Company

Profile

Height: 5'7"

Age: 51 (season 3)

Weight: 156lbs

Eyes: brown

Blood: A+

Milan is his son’s height but much more slender than Jack, with soft stubble on his jaw and brown eyes. Jack and his father also have similar haircuts, though Milan's hair is a darker brown with graying sides. He wears a black shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows and tucked into dark jeans, a dark red binder, red suspenders, and black sneakers with yellow laces. He also has a small black leather backpack with rounded mouse ears and a red pouch on the front featuring two white circles.

As per his suspect appearance in Call Me, Kill Me, it is known that Milan knows electronics, has watched The Little Mermaid and has visited Galaxieland. In this suspect appearance, Milan had a bruise beside his left eye.

Synopsis

Milan is the father of Jack Archer and appears as a suspect in his father's murder.

He grew up in LA with his father, Lance and mother, Maaike. His father was one of the most famous detectives in the LAPD and was known for taking on the most challenging cases. His mother was a flight attendant who travelled the world, bringing back souvenirs for her son from wherever she visited.

As a child, Milan's life was normal. He went to school, hung out with his friends, and did the things he loved to do. But his life changed when his mother returned to work full-time. Lance became short-tempered and violent towards Milan when Maaike wasn't around to keep him calm and happy. Being alone in the house with his father was like living with a ticking bomb for Milan; he never knew when Lance would blow up or what would cause him to receive a beating.

But life wasn’t always bad for Milan. When he went to university, he met Giselle Adams. The two felt an instant connection but still took their new relationship slow. It was also around this time that Milan was questioning his gender and sexuality, something he learned Giselle was going through, too. Together, they helped discover who they really were and supported each other’s transitions.

Since Giselle was older by a few years, she graduated first and joined the Navy. While deployed on missions, she always wrote to Milan, and he was her first stop every time she returned for a break. Milan always looked forward to Giselle’s visits and made sure to have her favourite meal and dessert ready for her no matter the time she arrived. Though sometimes he would be asleep on the couch with the food gone cold… Giselle always thought those were the sweetest welcomes.

One night, while Giselle was away on deployment, Milan was invited by some friends to a local bar for drinks. He had been having a good time hanging out with his friends until a man approached him at the bar. The guy reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, two things Milan found appalling as it reminded him of his father. The guy kept misgendering him and insisting he would give Milan a night he would never forget. Milan kept telling the guy that he wasn’t interested, that he wasn’t single, and to leave him alone, but the guy was persistent. Eventually, the bar owner kicked the pervert out for harassing their customers, and Milan finally got some peace.

But his peace wouldn't last long. He was served a new drink by a bartender who, unknown to Milan, was a friend of the pervert. The bartender spiked the drink, and Milan slowly felt its effects setting in. He thought he was just getting sick, so he told his friends that he was going to get some fresh air. As he exited the bar, he was immediately attacked and dragged into an alleyway behind the building. Due to the drugs in his system, Milan was helpless to fight back as his attacker ripped his clothes off and violated him in the most intimate way.

After his rapist had finished and left him in the alley cold, broken and crying, Milan was found by his friends several minutes later. They called an ambulance, and he was rushed to the hospital, where he was given a rape kit and treatment for his injuries. Later, he was interviewed by a detective, who was also a close friend of his father, about the attack for the police report. Milan trusted the man and his father to find his rapist but was shocked when he went to the police station a few weeks later after not hearing any updates and discovered his case had never been filed. The case number he had been given was for an old robbery, and the evidence from his attack, such as his clothes and rape kit, had been destroyed.

When he confronted his father about the destroyed evidence and false case report number, Lance brushed him off and said that the attack would damage his career. He didn’t care that his son had been raped; in fact, he tried to place the blame on Milan, claiming he must have consented and simply regretted it afterwards and was calling rape so that people would pity him. Milan couldn't believe his father would think so low of him; he would never cheat on Giselle, least of all with a drunk, transphobic pervert! The bruises and pain he felt when he woke up in the hospital were proof of that!

But with the evidence destroyed, there was nothing Milan could do to prove the rape, least of all catch his attacker. He fell into a depression and turned into a shut-in, refusing to leave his home or talk to anyone. The only people he allowed to get close to him were his mother and girlfriend. He was eventually convinced to start seeing a therapist, but around the same time, he found himself getting sick in the mornings and throwing up. Certain smells made him nauseous, and his body felt strange… When he told his mother about his symptoms, Maakie suggested as gently as she could that he take a pregnancy test.

The idea of being impregnated by his rapist terrified Milan, and his fears became a reality when he saw a pink plus sign on the test. He didn’t know what to do. Did he keep the baby, or did he get an abortion? His mother and Giselle promised to support him with whatever he decided, but the choice wasn't easy for him to make. But he started to think clearer when his father insisted he get an abortion because “my family doesn't need a bastard in it.”

Milan was crushed that Lance saw the baby, an innocent unborn baby, as nothing more than a bastard and something that needed to be destroyed. So he stopped looking at the baby as his rapist’s and started thinking of it as his baby and only his baby. And that was when he decided that he wanted to keep his baby. Milan knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was going to do it. The pregnancy was hard, and the labour was even harder, almost resulting in an emergency c-section, but it was worth it to hear his son’s first cries as the nurse placed Jack on his chest.

Life started to get better for Milan after Jack came along. He and Giselle moved into a new home near his parent’s house since Maaike begged them to stay close so she could help with Jack. He got a job as a voice actor for The Astraea Galaxie Company and became one of their top actors in record time. Later, a few years after Jack started school, Milan and Giselle decided they were ready to get married, and she then officially adopted the boy as her son.

On the recommendation of his therapist, Milan wrote letters to Jack over the years about anything and everything he could. He wrote about Jack’s milestones, achievements, and every moment Milan witnessed him growing up. He kept the letters in a journal, intending to give them to his son after he graduated from university and started his first job, but Milan struggled to part with the letters. So he continued adding to them and waited until the right time to give them to Jack.

He was proud and scared when Jack told him that the Bureau wanted to recruit him. Milan knew how dangerous being a secret agent was, with Giselle being an NCIS agent herself, but he would never hold Jack back from his dreams. So he helped his son pack up for his move to England after Jack was accepted into the Bureau and watched the plane fly away, taking the young man towards his newest adventure away from home.

Life in LA continued as usual for Milan, minus the regular visits from Jack. But his son still tried to call or video chat with him daily to make up for moving so far away. Jack told his father and mother everything he could about his adventures, excluding classified information. And while hearing about Jack’s dangerous adventures worried Milan, he was so proud of the work he was doing with the Bureau to save the world.

A couple of years after Jack moved away, Milan’s mother suggested a family vacation to Toronto, Canada, to visit Niagara Falls. Milan was hesitant as it meant he would have to spend time with his father, but Giselle promised not to leave him alone with Lance. So, the couple agreed to join Maaike and Lance on the trip and flew to Toronto. The trip was fun, and Milan loved seeing Niagara Falls at night, but things got even better when Jack told them the Bureau would be stopping in Toronto for a day or two while the Archer family was still vacationing there.

Milan was excited to see his son in person again and could have exploded from joy. But the excitement of Jack’s arrival was overshadowed by Lance getting murdered. While he hated the man, he never dreamed of him being murdered, least of all getting killed by an explosive cell phone! And while he always hoped to one day meet the team that had become Jack’s family, he wished it had been under better circumstances…

Of course, being a suspect in a murder investigation meant that secrets were bound to be revealed. Even in death, his father was still hurting him and his family. He couldn't believe that Lance was going to blackmail his own grandson into working for SOMBRA all because he thought the organization was going to kill him for being a liability. But what was even harder to process was the reality of his mother being the person who killed his father. A part of him wonders how different his life would have been if he had told Maaike about the abuse earlier, but Milan guesses he’ll never know if it would have spared his mother from spending the rest of her life in prison.

Of course, some good came out of the murder. The letters Milan wrote were finally given to Jack, and they brought the family closer together. Milan was heartbroken to find out that his son had been raped like he had been years ago, and a morbid part of him was happy that the woman who hurt his baby was dead. Of course, they got a laugh from hearing Jack dub his other biological father a “sperm donor,” which helped lighten the mood. But the mood turned angry after finding out Chief Ripley never informed him and Giselle about Jack getting shot just days earlier!

Before leaving the Bureau’s plane, Milan and Giselle made sure to “introduce themselves” to Chief Ripley. And by introducing, they mean berating her about not informing them about Jack nearly dying! Milan left most of the yelling to Giselle (having worked in the Navy for years, she was an expert at it), but he ensured his opinion on Ripley’s stupid decision was well known. After probably scaring the Chief for life, Milan and Giselle bid goodbye to Jack and his teammates so the Bureau could continue their mission to take down SOMBRA.

Story Information

First appeared: Call Me, Kill Me

Trivia

His style is themed after Mickey Mouse

He can imitate nearly any voice or accent perfectly. He's one of the world's best voice actors!

He used to take Jack on behind-the-scenes tours when his son was younger. Jack always loved visiting the studio and parks

His workplace, The Astraea Galaxie Company, is a parody of The Walt Disney Company

He is an avid collector of Galaxie merchandise and is always wearing at least one item that is Galaxie-themed, even if it's just a character pin

He knows every Galaxie song by heart and can identify most within the first few bars of the music

Gallery

This is the backpack that inspired the one Milan wears in Call Me, Kill Me. It's produced by a company called Loungefly, and while I could never justify spending so much on a bag that I would fear to wear because I wouldn't want it getting dirty, I love their product designs!

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames Mega Anime Avatar Creator! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad) Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad) Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad)

#criminal case #astra's ocs #my ocs #criminal case save the world #jack archer

[guardxdavis]

sinqua walls, bisexual, male + he/him ― hey look, it’s davis brooks! they’re 33 years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for one week, and they’re currently working as a security guard in shrike mall. i heard they’re pretty uncertain, but i think they’re so brave at the same time. can they make it out alive?

Davis Brooks thought he had his entire life figured out. Coming from a military family, there was never any doubt about what he’d be. His grandfather was a Marine, and both his parents were in the army (which was how they met), and then his older brother and sister both followed in their footsteps, joining the navy and the air force, respectively. For him, it felt strange not to join the ranks as well, and beyond that, Davis genuinely wanted to, especially after his father was killed overseas. For Davis, there was no greater aspiration than protecting people, and that was what he wanted to do, so he joined the army like his parents.

Davis rose through the ranks, and he truly felt like he'd found his calling. This was his dream, and it was coming true. However, his personal life was not as fulfilling. He’d dated, but he’d never had a relationship last. And even worse, he wasn’t sure he’d ever loved any of his past significant others, and the longer things went this way, the more discouraged Davis became. Maybe love wasn’t something meant for him. Or maybe he just couldn’t get over his first love.

Growing up, Davis and his best friend Alec had been inseparable, and for Davis at least, it been more than that - he’d been in love. However, Alec had always claimed to be straight, so Davis had accepted that, never professing his love for the man. It was enough just to be near him. As they got older though, they began to drift apart as they went down different paths, Alec falling in with a bad crowd. Davis had tried to help, but there was only so much you could do for a person who didn’t want help. And eventually, they lost touch.

That changed though in a way Davis had never expected. There was a home burglary in his hometown, wherein one of the residents had been badly beaten, and Davis discovered on the news that the description of the perpetrator matched Alec, particularly a unique scar on his arm that Davis remembered from a biking accident. But that couldn’t be right; the Alec he knew wouldn’t hurt anyone. So he told no one, instead looking into it himself, and after a bit of searching, Davis tracked Alec down.

When they reunited, it was like no time had passed. Alec seemed genuinely happy to see him, and after talking, Davis knew that Alec couldn’t have done this. Alec swore he had nothing to do with the break-in, and he seemed aghast that suspicion was ever thrown on him. Davis believed him, though he was admittedly troubled when he learned that Alec had briefly dated the man who had been attacked. But Davis had been thrown off by the fact that Alec wasn’t as straight as he had assumed, and his friend revealed that he’d always had a crush on Davis. And then the men finally acted on their long-standing feelings for each other.

Alas, Davis had been wrong: the house was broken into again, and just as before, the man had been attacked. This time he’d had a security system installed, so he escaped major injury, but his security cameras had footage of the attacker fleeing. The footage was shown on the news, and when he watched it, Davis knew it was Alec despite the grainy footage. Even though the man’s face was covered, he recognized the scar and the tattoo on Alec's wrist he’d seen during their night together. Davis felt so foolish, and, angry with himself, told his mother everything, seeking her advice. She was furious he’d kept this to himself, and after his mother called the police, they converged on Alec's house. Wanting to talk to his friend, to try and convince him to turn himself in, Davis went there too, reaching the house at the same time as the cops. But Alec would not come quietly, and there was a standoff wherein two people were shot before they were able to get into the house and arrest Alec. One of them was an officer who was hit in the spine and would be paralyzed from the waist down for the rest of his life. The other was Davis, hit by what he thought was a stray bullet.

The wound could have been worse: Davis was shot in the shoulder, and apart from some physical limitations, he’d made a full recovery, though he was no longer deemed fit to serve due to his injury, and the army honorably discharged him. But Davis would never forgive himself for letting love blind him to Alec's true nature. His mother never told anyone else (her call to the police had been an anonymous tip), though the police briefly questioned Davis given the fact that he'd been there during the standoff. But Davis's mother could not look at him the same way, and Davis couldn’t blame her. So she suggested he move to Shrike Heights, the town she grew up in and where her mother still owned a home, having recently retired to Florida. After his siblings figured out what had happened, Davis had nothing keeping him in Boston.

#shrikeintro #about davis* #shooting/gun violence tw

[ofthorns]

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NAME: Yor Briar Forger  CODENAME: Thorn Princess D.O.B: April 13 AGE: 27 SEX: Female ORIENTATION: Grey Ace, biromantic OCCUPATION: Civil Servant of Berlint (day) Assassin of The Garden

PARENTS: Kalina Briar & Rhodes Briar SIBLINGS: Yuri Briar, younger brother. PARTNERS: Loid Forger, husband in name. CHILDREN: Anya Forger, adoptive daughter. PETS: Bond, Anya’s dog.

EYE COLOR: Scarlet HAIR COLOR: Black HAIR STYLE: Midback and straight, often worn pinned up in the back With two long strands of bangs secured with a headband. HEIGHT: 5’7”/170 cm with heels, 5’5”/165 cm without heels. SKIN: Porcelain, easily tans with freckles when time is spent in the sun. DETAILS: Several scars on her legs from training and fighting over the years, hence why Yor wears tights often. Has trackmarks on the Back of her left arm from injections during her childhood. Has two piercings for earrings. EDUCATION: No formal education, on the job education for both professions. ALLERGIES: Bees and pineapple. ALIGNMENTS: Chaotic Good, ISFJ

THE HISTORY: Kalina and Rhodes Briar met before the war began. When times got tough due to the war, they lost everything, until the Garden offered them a deal. Safety, housing, food, as long as their children were allowed to be used for research. Nothing horrible, a social experiment to see how war influenced the children to be born. Agreeing to the simple terms, when the time came, the Garden took their first-born, Yoranda. It started as advertised. Developmental and growth tests, seeing how the child was growing. As she hit a year of age, they broke the contract and unveiled their true plans: in order to defeat Westalis, they would create a generation that could overcome their enemies. It worked. As the girl began to grow, while unassuming and still normal in developmental age, the girl showed advancement in fine motor skills, walking faster than the regular children. The more they gave her and the older she grew, the stronger and faster she became. The perfect child soldier, although a girl. The Garden wanted more. When Kalina and Rhodes became pregnant again, they planned on doing the same to the new child. Yuri Briar was born when Yoranda was just 7 years of age. Even earlier, the Briars knew they couldn’t let the same happen. With as little planning as possible, the family fled, getting as far away while being safe. To start a new life, lying low to avoid The Garden coming back. 4 years went by of a picture perfect family, before their town was raided. People died left and right. Stumbling out of her room in the middle of the night, Yoranda came face to face with her parent’s bodies at the door, bleeding out, and their house ransacked. No time to panic, the young girl ran to grab her brother, carrying him and grabbing what was left of their family’s belongings. She ran until she couldn’t anymore, landing in Eastern Nielsberg as orphans. Yoranda began to go simply by Yor, scavenging wildlife for food and what fruits she could. Eventually she began to do odd jobs for the adults that took pity on the pair of siblings, freaked out by the girl’s unnatural behavior. As she went business to business, a man running a flower shop took interest in her, offering her money to go visit people now and then. Until he offered her a solid job: to kill a man in town. The Garden had found them. They threatened to take Yuri if she did not comply and do the contracted jobs, but offered a house, money, safety if she agreed. With Yuri in mind, she accepted. Training as an assassin began, useful as the war came to an end. They gave her enough education to get a second job, allowing them to relocate to Berlint as Yuri got older, to put him through public school and go through college. Her day job started with the city hall, where she has been ever since, taking care of Yuri until he moved out. Fast forward to the events of the current day. Now married into the Forgers as a step-mom, she juggles three jobs. A civil servant, a wife and mother, and being the Thorn Princess by night.

#ooc ✂︎ ━━ im your cherry bomb ¸ #nav ✂︎ ━━ the basics and more ¸

[seudxnimx]

Nathan Waller - OC

age: 35-38 height: 6’1 gender: male sexuality: pan. demi. ailments: secretive. can be narcissistic. 

headcanon visage inspo

He’s the son of Amanda Waller (a woman extremely high up in the government and feared for her brutal decisions and actions and the lengths she’ll go to get something done. The woman who put together the suicide squad and task force x - which is just a mix of dangerous criminals and mutants given a mission to shed time off their sentences or she blows their head off) a son she thought was dead, along with her husband and daughter. His father, Joseph, took him and his sister and fled the country with new names and new lives. This all took place when he was just 12 and his father told him and his sister this was for their protection because their mothers work and the people she chose to get involved with were dangerous and would come for them - this was the only way Joseph could keep them safe, his mother chose work over them and faking their deaths was the only option his father felt he had to get them away from her and her work. At least that’s what he was told and what he believed until he was 17.

One of those criminals that Amanda had under her thumb carved their detonator out of their neck and did exactly what his father was trying to prevent. His little sister was brutally murdered and just days later his father was also killed when he went after his sister’s killer, both killer and his father died during the fight. Nathan was lost, angry, mourning for what felt like a decade but it had been just one short week when his mother found him sleeping in a tent in the backyard. Shocked she found him, he broke down again, grateful to see her as he tried to tell her what happened, but she cut him off telling him she already knew and that she was in on the plan of faking their deaths and behind the idea. Amanda didn’t look like she had even shed a tear over their loss, and she was quick to move on.

Amanda let Nathan attend college and get the degree of his choosing but it was all while attending training in martial arts, marksmanship and physical training required by the marine corps. His relationship with his mother is very distant, she never said much or gave much emotion about his father and sister, she cared for Nathan but it was always at arm,s reach and then she asked him to work for her… initially he thought this might be a way to mend things, maybe seeing her do what she’s most passionate about would give them some common ground but he was put on babysitter duty of these forces (like Rick Flag) and soon he was promoted - the government’s own personal hitman. He was 23 by this time.

He threatened his mother in what she was doing and with what he was doing for her, demanding he get to do what he really wanted - be a teacher. She agreed to let him dabble in his profession and it was at 25 when he got his girlfriend pregnant. He and the girl got married quickly, thinking it was the best option - they were married for 6 years when they called it quits and decided on split custody.

He worked hard for his spot at professor, his mother had left him alone and checked in periodically, as well as checked in on Joelle, his daughter. He put it off as long as he could but the next year his mother reminded him of the contract, he was in. He owed them 15 more years or a total of 150 successful assassinations, whichever was met first. He was granted almost 10 years of freedom but now has to answer to every call from Amanda.

He’s not given a mission every day, week or even month so his life can seem relatively normal - he usually has his daughter three days a week and if he’s on a mission the mom takes her. His daughter doesn’t know what he does, the excuse is it’s a trip for work, teaching abroad for a however long the mission takes. He knows eventually she’ll catch on and he’ll have no choice but to tell her the truth, but he plans to keep her innocence about him and her grandmother for as long as he possibly can.

Despite the loss and lied Nathan has been through he’s not as closed off or angry at the world as he could be. Teaching and his daughter has helped with that. He sees students on the daily that he’s making a difference for, he sees the safe space his daughter has that he’s created for her. He sees and hopes for the big picture when his debt is paid, and his contract is up. He’s 35 and professor of sociology at the community college. Meeting him, first glance or even knowing him well, no one would ever guess he was a killer of any kind. He is extremely secretive about his past and obviously about his second life. He doesn’t trust his mother to actually keep him or anyone he’s close to safe; he knows she would take care of his daughter if something happened to him but that’s not the life he wants for her.

#answered — ic. nathan waller #replies — ic. nathan waller #dash commentary — ic. nathan waller #visage — nathan waller #headcanon — nathan waller

[twindeaths]

AU PROFILE: Senna (Star Guardian)

Name.     Senna

Age (oath).     19

Age (chronological).     a few centuries.

Pronouns.     she / her.

Favorite Food.     mango sticky rice

Favorite Subject.     literature

Height.     5′8″

Blood Type.     B

     She wasn’t always a solo act. Coming from a world overtaken by chaos monsters, Senna was rescued from the wreckage of everything she’d ever known by an older outer guardian, which was also when she took her oath. Despite relying on her senior guardian for guidance, she tried her best to keep people at arms’ length; what’s the use of getting close to people when you know you’ll lose them eventually anyway?

     It proved to be more than true when her mentor was killed by monsters on their way back to his home planet. Senna finished the journey, joining up with the team that her mentor had meant for her to be a part of—and informing them of his death. This was where she met her first team; Kalista, Vex, and of course, Lucian—the one man who would end up stubborn enough to breach her long-fortified walls and find his way to her heart, leaving the way open for others to make themselves family and friends to her.

     “ The more they served together, the deeper their bond became, and Senna realized that the value of her walls wasn’t what she kept out, but who she let in “ -- Senna bio.

     They served their duty for nearly a century, when a sadistic and powerful enemy of the guardians, a servant of Chaos named Thresh, managed to capture her, dragging her through a portal and away from her team. Trapped in his prison realm, Senna fought of monsters for as long as she could. Her resolve was always strong, and she was tough, and determined not to fall. She searched for a way out, and she met the other long-since-gone guardians whom the creature had trapped over many years.

     On the edge of her limit, wondering if she’d ever find a way out, her friends came for her—they destroyed the lantern, and, drawing on the light given to her by the other trapped souls within that terrible place, she escaped into the arms of her teammates, greeted with joy and in victory. (And Vex’s tentative, ‘yeah, okay, i guess it’s cool that worked.’)

     In many stories, that would have been the end of things. Unfortunately, Senna’s team had a long way to go still; and would eventually come face to face with the terrible truth of their profession. 

     After a betrayal from someone they’d once saved, Kalista, who had been their team leader and driving force, died, and was brought back to fight against them alongside an old nemesis from a ruined world. Not long after, Vex decided that being the good guy was ‘too much trouble,’ and went the same way. She lost Lucian in the final confrontation with her former friends, and was the only one who walked out of it still standing. Her experience in the lantern realm had helped her do that much—but she knew the price they paid, now, and there was no going back.

     Since then, she’d mostly spent her time as a solo act. If you never get close to anyone, you can’t lose them, after all—until now, as she joins up with Xayah’s new team to try and save Rakan. Maybe it’s foolishness, and maybe trying this team thing again is an effort that will only end in the same sort of misery... but if it’s possible, she has to try.

#( headcanon: ) old stories. #( au: ) star guardian. #( muse: ) senna ; the redeemer. #eventually i'll make full pages for my verses but for now this is how it's gonna go #this is all headcanon and ive included some other champions in it but yknow #this is like 60% senna's base lore just more sparkly #i like that they put senna on xayah's team i feel like given senna's lore it's a good opportunity to juxtapose those characters together #(senna voice) oh no i'm doing it again shit shit damn fuck damn #we can't keep doing this!!!!!!!!!!!! #and a little bit 'oh no. i'm the bad end to this story.'

[arvnsis]

ON PERCY’S YEAR OF MARITAL STRAIN.           meta analysis

           i think about this a lot my dudes. this is going to be really long because it includes QUOTES.

“Armand knew that: her impulses and imprudence, knew it still better; but Blakeney was slow-witted, he would not listen to “circumstances,” he only clung to facts, and these had shown him Lady Blakeney denouncing a fellow man to a tribunal that knew no pardon: and the contempt he would feel for the deed she had done, however unwittingly, would kill that same love in him, in which sympathy and intellectuality could never had a part.”

so ok there are a few things here. one is that armand is very wrong in the fact that percy is an idiot. percy is far from slow-witted, but on the other hand, armand is right that in this scenario, percy only listened to facts.  percy DID just take the information on marguerite’s supposed part in the eventual execution of the marquis de st cyr … at face value. which ok yeah is he hypervigilant because he’s the scarlet pimpernel, yes. but also, he decided not to trust his wife. the woman he adores more than life itself ( and no, his love for her never died ) and because of this disaster yes of course there was strain on their marriage, even when — no, especially when percy found out that marguerite was tricked and in the matter she was innocent. 

percy is prepared for basically every situation, he KNEW marguerite had once been friends (?) with chauvelin. even if he didn’t let on how much he knew about her, he’s the scarlet pimpernel, he keeps himself informed on people because there’s also an inherent fear of betrayal. and nothing could’ve prepared him for hearing about this — and so he was suspicious of her for the entire fucking year because he had this kneejerk reaction. for percy, knowing he was WRONG was absolute hell. he hates that more than if he’d been right in thinking he married someone who could betray him. because he hurt her. he was distant and honestly really fake in basically every aspect for the whole year and she was miserable. and she comes to warn the scarlet pimpernel about chauvelin, not knowing it’s percy, and he’s literally punched in the gut because what does he do now, knowing the truth and knowing he’s been an absolute ass, a real idiot, for NO REASON — 

and STILL, his pride stands in his way, he can’t even tell her when they’re in the garden of THEIR OWN HOME? instead, percy is still a goddamn headass, 

“Twenty-four hours after our marriage, Madame, the Marquis de St. Cyr and all his family perished on the guillotine, and the popular rumour reached me that it was the wife of Sir Percy Blakeney who helped to send them there.”

“Nay! I myself told you the truth of that odious tale.”

“Not till after it had been recounted to me by strangers, with all its horrible details.”

“And you believed them then and there,” she said with great vehemence, “without a proof or question–you believed that I, whom you vowed you loved more than life, whom you professed you worshipped, that I could do a thing so base as these STRANGERS chose to recount. […] had you listened, I would have told you that up to the very morning on which St. Cyr went to the guillotine, I was straining every nerve, using every influence I possessed, to save him and his family. But my pride sealed my lips, when your love seemed to perish, as if under the knife of that same guillotine. Yet I would have told you how I was duped! […] I was tricked into doing this thing, by men who knew how to play upon my love for an only brother, and my desire for revenge. Was it unnatural?”

percy gets to know that wow he really fucked up. literally right before this exchange, he accuses her of basically just kicking his affections aside ( as evidently , the marquis was executed a year before they married ), and then. THEN, this dumbass fucks up AGAIN. marguerite tells percy armand is in danger, and he basically tells her ‘ask chauvelin for help’ because good god he’s really just doing HORRIBLY, so we get to this,

“Faith, Madame, since it distresses you, we will not speak of it… . As for Armand, I pray you have no fear. I pledge you my word that he shall be safe. Now, have I your permission to go? The hour is getting late, and …”

“You will at least accept my gratitude?” she said, as she drew quite close to him, and speaking with real tenderness.

With a quick, almost involuntary effort he would have taken her then in his arms, for her eyes were swimming in tears, which he longed to kiss away; but she had lured him once, just like this, then cast him aside like an ill-fitting glove. He thought this was but a mood, a caprice, and he was too proud to lend himself to it once again.

at this point, you’re probably wondering if i’ll ever be done talking about this or if percy’s headassery gets any better and in order yes and … not during this particular interaction. because percy’s a FUCKWIT, he actually CAN’T function if he doesn’t have a plan for a situation. without that absolute control of things from his perspective, he’s truly as stupid as he pretends to be, and it shows. the worst part is uhh as soon as he just tells marguerite ‘it’s late go to bed’, mind you, she’s in tears, HE KNOWS THE TRUTH NOW. HE FLAT OUT WITNESSED IT and HE’S STILL ACTING LIKE THIS. yet, he’s too fucking prideful to show his emotions until marguerite goes into the house and percy … 

Before entering, she paused once again to look at him, hoping against hope to see his arms stretched out to her, and to hear his voice calling her back. But he had not moved; his massive figure looked the very personification of unbending pride, of fierce obstinacy.

Hot tears again surged to her eyes, and as she would not let him see them, she turned quickly within, and ran as fast as she could up to her own rooms.

Had she but turned back then […] she would have seen […] a strong man, overwhelmed with his own passion and his own despair. Pride had given way at last, obstinacy was gone: the will was powerless. He was but a man madly, blindly, passionately in love, and as soon as her light footsteps had died away within the house, he knelt down upon the terrace steps, and in the very madness of his love he kissed one by one the places where her small foot had trodden, and the stone balustrade there, where her tiny hand had rested last.

percy worships the ground marguerite walks on, LITERALLY. and he always has, and the issue is that he let his pride win in those moments and if she hadn’t figured out he was the scarlet pimpernel, who knows if this shit would ever have been resolved? that very thought haunts him. all of this haunts him, and honestly, it’s what he’d consider his greatest failure in life. he hurt the woman he loves more than his own life and even if she forgives him, even when she does, he never forgives himself for this.

#› is he in heaven‚ or is he in hell? ❨meta❩

[morbidology]

It was the 9th of October, 1965, and 14-year-old Elsie Frost and was spending the afternoon at Snapethorpe School’s Sailing Club in Lupset, Wakefield, with her friends. It was approximately 4PM when Elsie departed to walk the short distance home. Typically, she would walk home with friends but on this afternoon, she wanted to avoid the canal towpath. She had just got a new pair of shoes and knew that route would be muddy due to earlier rain.

As Elsie was walking through the tunnel below the railway line at Horbury, she was savagely attacked. She was stabbed in the head, hand, and back. The stab wound to her back pieced her heart. Due to the stab wound on her hand, it was evident that the teenager had attempted to defend herself against the frenzied attack. Unfortunately, it was unfruitful and she died due to shock and blood loss. A manhunt for the killer was underway immediately. It became the largest manhunt that Wakefild would ever see, with the army even becoming involved. A couple of months after the shocking murder, 33-year-old Ian Bernard Spencer was declared to be guilty by the coroner. He was innocent, he professed, and this claim was corroborated by family members who said they were at home with Ian that afternoon. Ian was eventually acquitted of the murder but always remained under a cloud of suspicion. Police would frequently show up to his home whenever a murder took place in the area and Ian took to writing his daily activities down in a book.

One of the main theories is that Elsie stumbled across two men engaging in homosexual activities, which was illegal in Britain at the time. Another theory is that Elsie had a secret boyfriend who may have been involved. In 2016, an 78-year-old Peter Pickering was arrested in connection with Elsie’s murder. He was bailed out of jail and then re-arrested again in March or 2017. The case still remains unsolved. Elsie’s parents both went to the grave without knowing who killed their daughter or why.

#elsie frost #unsolved #cold case #mystery #unsolved murder #child murder

[allegxry]

Nathan Waller

Age: 35-38

Height: 6’1

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual. Demisexual

Ailments: Secretive. Can be narcissistic.

He’s the son of Amanda Waller(a woman extremely high up in the government and feared for her brutal decisions and actions and the lengths she’ll go to get something done. The woman who put together the suicide squad and task force x - which is just a mix of dangerous criminals and mutants given a mission to shed time off their sentences or she blows their head off) a son she thought was dead, along with her husband and daughter. His father, Joseph, took him and his sister and fled the country with new names and new lives. This all took place when he was just 12 and his father told him and his sister this was for their protection because their mothers work and the people she chose to get involved with were dangerous and would come for them - this was the only way Joseph could keep them safe, his mother chose work over them and faking their deaths was the only option his father felt he had to get them away from her and her work. At least that’s what he was told and what he believed until he was 17.

One of those criminals that Amanda had under her thumb carved their detonator out of their neck and did exactly what his father was trying to prevent. His little sister was brutally murdered and just days later his father was also killed when he went after his sisters killer, both killer and his father died during the fight. Nathan was lost, angry, mourning for what felt like a decade but it had been just one short week when his mother found him sleeping in a tent in the backyard. Shocked she found him, he broke down again, grateful to see her as he tried to tell her what happened but she cut him off telling him she already knew and that she was in on the plan of faking their deaths and behind the idea. Amanda didn’t look like she had even shed a tear over their loss and she was quick to move on.

Amanda let Nathan attend college and get the degree of his choosing but it was all while attending training in martial arts, marksmanship and physical training required by the marine corps. His relationship with his mother is very distant, she never said much or gave much emotion about his father and sister, she cared for Nathan but it was always at arms reach and then she asked him to work for her… initially he thought this might be a way to mend things, maybe seeing her do what she’s most passionate about would give them some common ground but he was put on babysitter duty of these forces (like Rick Flag) and soon he was promoted - the governments own personal hitman. He was 23 by this time.

He threatened his mother in what she was doing and with what he was doing for her, demanding he get to do what he really wanted - be a teacher. She agreed to let him dabble in his profession and it was at 25 when he got his girlfriend pregnant. He and the girl got married quickly, thinking it was the best option - they were married for 6 years when they called it quits and decided on split custody.

He worked hard for his spot at professor, his mother had left him alone and checked in periodically, as well as checked in on Joelle, his daughter. He put it off as long as he could but the next year his mother reminded him of the contract he was in. He owed them 15 more years or a total of 150 successful assassinations, whichever was met first. He was granted almost 10 years of freedom but now has to answer to every call from Amanda.

He’s not given a mission every day, week or even month so his life can seem relatively normal - he usually has his daughter three days a week and if he’s on a mission the mom takes her. His daughter doesn’t know what he does, the excuse is it’s a trip for work, teaching abroad for a however long the mission takes. He knows eventually she’ll catch on and he’ll have no choice but to tell her the truth but he plans to keep her innocence about him and her grandmother for as long as he possibly can.

Despite the loss and lied Nathan has been through he’s not as closed off or angry at the world as he could be. Teaching and his daughter has helped with that. He sees students on the daily that he’s making a difference for, he sees the safe space his daughter has that he’s created for her. He sees and hopes for the big picture when his debt is paid and his contract is up. He’s 35 and professor of sociology at the community college. Meeting him, first glance or even knowing him well, no one would ever guess he was a killer of any kind. He is extremely secretive about his past and obviously about his second life. He doesn’t trust his mother to actually keep him or anyone he’s close to safe, he knows she would take care of his daughter if something happened to him but that’s not the life he wants for her.

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