#Verse ++ Red Outlaws

[dreadofred]

Scene continued from X with @comicwr1te

Skin was warm, he could feel it through the thin fabric of that tank top as his bare chest pressed against that back moment before a turn in his arms had them facing each other. Roy’s callous hands sought as the scarred cheek pressed harder into one before the pull that sealed lips together in a taste. Jason definitely wanted more than that. “Mmm.” noise made at the time limited as eyes fluttered back open, seeing Roy’s expression change to mischievous. He knew that look, normally reserved for getting them into some crazy situation, but there was nothing dangerous here unless one counted their feelings. 

Jason allowed Roy the chance to get away from his larger body and a head start. There was a strange excitement that coursed through him, bare feet quick to turn and head after Roy, not full speed because he liked the chase. Around the couch, nearly smacking a shin into the stupid coffee table and attempting to leap over a chair.

It was around the couch again, Roy on the front end while Jason gripped the back of it, pondering if he should clear it or go around. “You keep playing with me and I won’t be responsible for the consequences once I get your narrow ass.” Jason decided to clear it, but Roy was already moving, reflexes just as fast from years in Titans with those who were meta to help sharpen his skills. It was by sheer luck or Jason’s long legs giving him one moment of advantage as he grabbed a wrist and yanked Roy back into his body, other hand there to catch his best friend by the hip. 

Lips crashed into his, hand releasing that wrist so both could meet, grabbing Roy’s face as he walked them backward into the wall. One sweatpant covered knee pressed between those legs, locking them against the hard surface as mouths parted, sliding his tongue to invade and caress muscles together. A moan vibrated his throat, hands leaving that face to trail rough fingers down over collarbones and chest before separating in tasks. One curled around that back to use forearm in holding him closer so all Jason could feel was Roy pressed against his front while the other boldly grabbed at his rear, yanking hips against each other, exposing how Jason was not immune to the little game as he began to stir.

[sadiesawyer]

that would have worked if you hadn't stopped me.

Ghostbusters Starters

"If I hadn't stopped you, you would have brought the police out by shooting at a man in the middle of Blackwater" Sadie hissed in response. "We had a major shootout here a few years ago, nobody wants to live through that again."

[punkeropercyjackson]

No52 Batfam illustrated by @mik3stuff !!The No52 is mine and my mutuals' dc rewrite created to free everyone both dcverse and our verse from the shackles of the N52 with some self-indulgent tingz thrown in!

5th generation ethiopian jewish inmigrant Bruce,natural redhead biracial black lesbian Babs,sinti romani butch transfem Dick,ethiopian and congolese but dominican 3rd gen inmigrant on both parents' side Jason,cherokee Tim with a mediocre white dad and a mullet because he only recently started connecting to his culture since unfortunately his mom died at such a young age,tradgoth butch Cass who does NOT use sign language and holds the Batman mantle down the line,5th Robin!Duke adopted at 11 by Bruce who ended up taken in by The Outlaws after only a year as Batman's Robin but became Red Hood's Robin and Jason is The Signal's Robin even before his time comes at 16,multiracial mama's boy Damian living in and out of Gotham and Talia's custody as neither she nor Bruce could stand to give him up and blasian/jamaican-korean Stephanie under her name explanation('Stephanie Brown' is a name only a black woman character could have imo),local bubble waffles addict and the inventor of pastel punk

Tred respectfully in any concerns or questions you may have,this is a good faith fixit created out of passion for a well-written Batfam���Bit notes:Stephanie was the one who got Cass into Animal Crossing,Tim's shirt is the native american slogan 'We are not mascots',Jason is meant to be not emo but goth punk so he listens to My Chemical Romance/Mcr and his story Robin Days-Utrh is basically Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge as a comic books saga and Duke's Camp Half-Blood shirt is an inside joke where i mistook him for Percy Jackson as he was wearing one in it but also a reference to the very niche crossover siblings dynamic they'd have.She let him borrow it /silly

[luciaintheskyainthi]

author I know you've probably been asked this before but what are your comic recs for understanding ECM better? I genuinely don't know where to start... (-_-")

You know what?! I get asked this a lot less than you'd think!

I use footnotes to make the background in Existential Crisis Mode as accessible as possible, but I'm more than happy to share my reading list!!!

In regards to DC, there's a great deal I'm not counting, but if you're interested, these are my recs!

In terms of core texts related to Jason, there's the following for you to peruse (in order!):

Death in the Family: it contextualises Jason's death (which in the DC revamps like New 52 and Rebirth has since been retconned to a lesser [Rebirth] or greater [N52] degree). I'm working on this as the core events that led to Jason's death.

Red Hood: The Lost Days: an excellent volume, it documents the time between Jason's resurrection (which was NOT via Lazarus Pit as a lot of fanfics claim!) and his return to Gotham as the Red Hood. It's critical for understanding Jason's motivations, his training and personality.

Under the Red Hood: honestly I think this could be watched or read, although Jason's resurrection in the animated version is credited to the Lazarus pit (and Talia Al Ghul is erased from the narrative), so just keep that in mind. BUT Jensen Ackles voices Jason in the animated version which is scrum-diddly-umptious!!! And the opening scene?!?!?! Lives RENT FREE in my head. My GOD it fucks me up!

There are plenty of other comics with Jason in them before first of the Red Hood and the Outlaws were published, but I'll be honest, I've not read them. Largely due to access (I have a friend from work who was kind enough to share their collection with me!). For the purposes of understanding Jason's history, his personality and motivators as a vigilante, the above three are a solid start.

Beyond these, you've got both the New 52 (came first) and then Rebirth runs of Red Hood and the Outlaws.

I'm not the biggest fan of the New 52 run, largely because I Did Not Enjoy the in-your-face sexualisation of Koriand'r, however world-building elements like the All Caste, Jason's magic soul-consuming swords the All Blades (fun fact! They only work on people/creatures of pure evil), along with Jason's friendship with Roy and Kori are of worth!

As the All Blades have already been mentioned in ECM, so there's benefit to checking the New 52 RHATO volumes out. New 52 RHATO is also what birthed my headcanon of Jason being demisexual!

I much preferred the Rebirth RHATO, and Artemis and Bizarro (he's actually a clone of the OG Bizarro) are planned to appear at some point in ECM. A lot of the most recent events in Jason's life from ECM tie back to Rebirth's RHATO, along with Red Hood: Outlaw (which is what the run was called after volume 4), where Jason works mostly alone.

Other DC comics of interest include:

The "We Are Robin" series, "Robin Wars" and "Batman and the Signal": all great for learning more about Duke, but we see all the former Robins working together in "Robin Wars". The events of these volumes/series aren't likely to be used much in ECM, but good for characterisation!

Juni Ba's "The Boy Wonder" is excellent for characterising Damian! He's someone who gets Flanderised about as badly as Jason does in a lot of fanon, so it's nice to be reminded of his complexity!

In regards to Peter and Spider-Man, as he's from the MCU, there's no comics needed to be read for his background. But I WILL say, for reasons I will not disclose, I have read / am in the process of reading through...

Spider-Man: The Other. 'Evolve or Die'

Spider-Verse, Spider-Geddon and End of the Spider-Verse

My first recommendation for any of these comics would be to see if your local library has them!

(Though admittedly, I've purchased quite a few on Kindle, mostly for my own convenience since I'm using it as canon.)

[tumbleweed-writes]

Never Lost: Chibs Telford X Reader

18+ Only

President Chibs Telford needs some reassurance from his ol lady as his worries about the future of the club become too much to bear alone.

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She knew that no one would ever believe her when she said it but Chibs Telford was by far the gentlest soul she had ever had the privilege of meeting.

She knew that most people would scoff at such a declaration. The entire aura that surrounded Chibs Telford screamed anything but gentle.

The President of the Redwood Original charter of the Sons of Anarchy did not exude any overtone of sweetness.

By Chibs’ appearance alone the outside world perceived him as being brutal and menacing.  

As club Pres Chibs had found that it served him well to carry a certain sense of intimidation to outsiders and anyone who may wish harm upon him or his brothers. 

He had only been wearing the President patch for less than a year upon their first meeting, but in that time he had learned to wear any sense of danger he might emit with a sense of security.

He had always been intimidating to the public of course; given his history with both the MC and the cause in Ireland.

He was well versed in causing alarm to those who lived within the societal norm.

The scars Jimmy O’ had left along his cheeks had helped give off this impression of danger and fear.

Chibs could admit that he’d coped with the injury Jimmy O’ had left him with by using it to his advantage. He’d allowed people to gawk at his scars and allowed their imaginations to run wild taking the evidence of such savagery as a sign Chibs Telford was not to be fucked with.

Chibs had learned not to allow people’s reaction to his appearance to bring him down. He had learned not to care if people were afraid of him. He had learned just how helpful it could be to be perceived as rough and intimidating. He was not ashamed to have the average man recoil upon one intense gaze from him.

Chibs Telford wore his ability to intimidate and frighten like a crown; appropriate for the King of SAMCRO.

Y/N Y/L/N had failed to feel any sense of intimidation upon first meeting the King of SAMCRO.

She felt even less intimidated now that she wore his crow inked over her right shoulderblade.

She sighed exhaustion flooding her body as she exited her car slamming the door shut behind her and locking it.

She made the short trek up the pavement heading towards the storefront that had once been Scoops and Sweets. The shop that had once sold ice cream and other sugary treats now operated as a home for Charming’s local outlaw MC.

As the club recovered and some money had begun to stream in, Chibs and the boys had been able to buy out Jacob Hale for ownership of the property as well as the few other abandoned storefronts beside it.

The space had been turned into a large enough clubhouse perfect to house what remained of SAMCRO.

The boys had remained in the porn business working with Lyla to film projects for Red Woody Productions though Y/N knew money was at times tight. There was a ton of competition in the world of adult entertainment.

The MC was surviving though; they were doing all they could to stay out of the red and keep going.

Y/N was not surprised to be met with a hug as soon as she entered the clubhouse. She chuckled, able to smell a hint of booze on her hugging partner’s breath as he spoke, appearing more like an overeager kid than a grown man. “Hey, Doll. Good to see you.”

“Hello, Tiggy. You doing alright?” She dared to ask, spotting the clear sign of intoxication on his features it was obvious that he was not abstaining from indulging even on a weeknight, though she knew she should not expect less from an outlaw biker.

“I’m alright. You want a shot?” Tig asked releasing her from the hug heading to the bar that had been added to the space upon a pricey remodel of the interior.

She managed to shake her head, her voice soft as she tried not to yawn. “Maybe later. Venus around?”

“Nah, she had a job tonight. Something involving a chastity device, paddles, cherry preserves, and whip cream.” Tig remarked a lovesick grin crossing his features at the mention of his ol lady.

Y/N raised a brow not sure she would ever get accustomed to the odd factors behind the chosen career path of one Venus Van Dam. 

She pushed any questions from her mind about how those items might possibly be used together telling herself it was best not to know. “My old man around?”

Tig nodded off towards the staircase in the far corner of the room. “Upstairs in the chapel, been looking over the books for hours now. He’ll be glad to see you; old bastard needs a break.”

She shook her head, tempted to point out that if Chibs was old then Tig was just as ancient.

She kept the comment in saying nothing as she headed upstairs. She rolled her eyes as Tig called out to her a giggle leaving his lips. “Remember to tell Chibby to wrap it before he taps it.”

She made her way down the hallway passing by closed dorm rooms and walls lined with mugshots knowing the way to the club’s chapel by now even though she was rarely permitted to enter the space.

She did not bother to knock, creaking the door open a soft sigh leaving her lips at the sight of her old man bent over a stack of ledgers tension clear in his body.

He gazed up at her, a tight tired smile crossing his lips as he gazed at her over the frames of his reading glasses. “M’angel ye didn’t have to come up here.”

She shrugged her shoulders, sending him a crooked smile in response. “I have discovered that our bed at home is too big when you aren’t in it. Thought I might give the bed in your dorm room a try tonight.”

He let out a tired chuckle shaking his head as he replied. “Aye, sorry to disappoint ye, Love, but I migh not be makin it to my bed tonight.”

She furrowed her brow making her way towards him, her hand reaching out to press to his shoulder not surprised by the tension she felt radiating off of him. “The books won’t let you sleep?”

He sighed, shaking his head, his voice tight. “Fraid not, got too much to go over..thought we were gonna be more outta the red by this point. We were doin good fer a wee bit. I mean, we had enough to buy out the shops next to us and remodel…shite was doin good with Red Woody, Lyla found some new talent gotta a few new girls signed to do a few videos fer us…and we had a good few months where the money was pourin in…we got fuckin arrogant and spent more than we shoulda though with the clubhouse remodel, shite cost more than it shoulda. We didn’t anticipate things slowin back down. Doesn’t help that rival studios keep tryin to poach our talent. We’re hittin the red again. I’m sure ye know that though given yer role in the business.”

She let out a soft sigh nodding her head knowing that though she worked as an editor for Red Woody Productions, she was well aware of the financial struggles of the business. “Yeah, things have been stressful at the studio lately. The subscription service seems to be picking up, but the videos keep getting leaked to free sites.”

She could admit she had recoiled just the slightest the first time Chibs had shared with her just what kind of business the Sons were tied up in. 

She could admit she had assumed the worst. 

Meeting Lyla had soothed her preconceived notions about just what was involved with Red Woody Productions. 

The offer to work for the porn studio had been a bit of a beggers can’t be choosers situation for Y/N.

She had been out of a job and out of a home when Chibs had come to her rescue. Chibs had insisted that he might be of some service as she’d panicked over what she was going to do without any home nor any money.

She had paled when he’d first mentioned the studio to her. Of course she had wrongly assumed he was suggesting she might want to work in front of the camera…in fact she’d maybe slapped him when he’d first uttered the words “I gotta idea, Love. The club I’m in…we got a production studio that will hire ye, porn.”

She had of course grimaced the second her palm had met his cheek and the anger in her had cooled off. She had been certain that she had made a dumb choice, slapping the outlaw biker who was so kindly offering her help in a desperate situation.

Much to her relief Chibs had not taken her slap personally and had quickly soothed any misunderstanding. “Ye said ye have experience as an editor, Lass. Ye did say that ye did that fer yer old job…I’m not suggesting ye make videos, I’m suggesting ye edit em. Our last editor quit on us, ye might be a good replacement.”

Y/N felt her stomach churn as Chibs let out a soft sigh glaring down at the books dreading her reaction to the words that were about to leave him. “The Irish got in touch with me…there’s interest in rekindlin our relationship at some point. I’m puttin it up fer a vote next week.”

“Filip.” She sighed, unable to say anything more, the information hitting her like a brick to the head.

Her touch to his shoulder tightened, tension of her own building in her body. She felt her stomach drop knowing the business Chibs was discussing returning to was filled with pain and violence. 

She had not known Chibs Telford during the time the Sons of Anarchy had been involved in gun running for the IRA.

The club had been out of the gun business by the time Chibs Telford had come into her life.

She had heard the stories about those days though…she had seen Chibs wake in a cold sweat from nightmares about those dark days and the loss he’d endured from them.

“I know, Love. I know. I’m fraid we migh not have a choice though. If SAMCRO wants to survive, we migh have to get back into that shite. I hate it, but it ain jus my call to make…it ain’t jus my club.” Chibs admitted cringing at the clear fear written across his ol lady’s features.

He reached up, placing a gentle hand over hers as he spoke from the heart. “That was the mistake Jax kept on makin…the mistake Clay always made…the club ain jus the president’s. Choices bout club business need to be made in chapel. The gavel might be in my hand, but I ain the only one callin all the shots. I gotta put it up fer a vote, m’angel. If the lads want back in…I gotta take the Irish up on the offer.”

She let out a heavy sigh shaking her head. “You can’t just not put it up for a vote? I mean…you have to bring up the offer? You can’t just ignore the request from the Irish?”

“Fraid not, ignorin it would be me makin a choice on my own. Guns were club business long before I joined up with the Sons. Jax spent all his time tryin to get us out…he made a lot of choices on his own on the path of gettin us out…I hate gettin us back in, after all his did to…” Chibs started shaking his head, his throat growing tight, emotion building up in him.

She reached down wiping a stray tear that threatened to work its way from the corner of his eye, it so clear that the pain of losing Jax Teller was still fresh for Chibs Telford even years later.

He took a deep breath releasing it a shaky sigh leaving him. He managed to find the words leaning into her touch. “I loved Jackie Boy. I know he pictured somethin more fer the club…a lot of the shite that went down, Love…it was fuckin dysfunctional at best. Jackie Boy was a haunted man at the end. His demons tainted choices he made. Ye already know the whole story, so I won’t bore ye with shite ye already know. I don’t know if I’m a fuckin fool, thinkin I can do anything different from Clay and Jax. The gavel corrupts, that’s what one of my brother’s use to say. I’m tryin so hard not to let it change me. I am so lost, m’angel. I aint felt this lost since the gavel was firs put in my hand.”

Y/N did the only thing she could think to do. She knelt in front of him, gazing up at him, her hand sliding down his cheek caressing his skin. “You aren’t lost, Filip. You are not corrupted by power or fear. You have your brothers. I know it’s got to be so hard…knowing they all look to you for guidance. You just want to make the best choice for everyone. You’re right though…it’s not only your choice to make.”

He let out a shaky breath the words leaving him. “I can’t do this on my own, Lass. I know this shite scares ye. I know ye have heard the stories bout how bad it got…all the loss. I am tryin so hard to make sure shite is different this time, I need ye by my side. I need yer strength to get me through this.”

She let out a soft sigh a voice in the back of her head exclaiming that he was a fool to think she could leave him to face this on his own.

Filip Chibs Telford had been her salvation.

They had met at a highly unstable time in her life.

She could still remember their very first meeting. 

She had left a stable job and friends to follow her then boyfriend Liam’s hairbrained plot to move across the country up to Northern California for some job opportunity he had taken.

She had reluctantly agreed to make the move with him, draining any savings she may have had to put towards the move, because of course her boyfriend was not going to fund it entirely himself. 

Liam was not the world’s most considerate boyfriend. Honestly selfish would be the easiest way to describe Liam. He was more concerned with his wants and his needs. Y/N had grown accustomed to being an afterthought in the relationship.

Liam had chosen to react to their latest argument by shoving Y/N out of the Uhaul and tossing her purse at her before driving off leaving her in his dust.

It was an explosive end to an often explosive relationship.

Once the rage had faded Y/N had realized just how fucked she actually was.

She had been stuck out on some Northern California backroads with very little money to her name and zero cell signal.

She had done the only thing she could think to do; walk down the dusty road hoping she could find some sign of civilization somewhere.

Her sign of civilization had come from the roar of a motorcycle.

The rough looking man riding the Harley had looked just as shocked to see Y/N as she’d been shocked to see him.

Chibs was not sure why he had pulled over his bike. He guessed he’d just been alarmed to spot some pretty young thing walking down the road in a sweet looking yellow cotton sundress appearing so distressed.

She could admit she’d been alarmed by his appearance as he’d stopped beside her pulling over to the side of the road. 

She felt ashamed as her eyes landed on the scars embedded into his cheeks she telling herself that it was so rude to stare.

She had spotted the leather kutte on his back next and the different patches sewn into the thick black leather; Sons of Anarchy, MC, California, Redwood originals, In Memory of Opie, President.

She felt her mind spin having briefly recalled a documentary she’d come across once on a lazy sick day in bed. The documentary had covered outlaw bikers. 

She had scolded herself for recalling the memory, a voice in the back of her head snapping that just because this strange man appeared to be in a motorcycle club that didn’t mean he was some kind of criminal.

She had felt a strange sense of comfort when he’d spoken his accent not at all being what she had anticipated. “Ye alrigh, Love? What are ye doin all the way out here? Is yer car broken down?”

The Scottish brogue was pleasant and rich sounding. It felt like heavy velvet or thick ale across her senses. 

She furrowed her brow at the thought. She had never thought that an accent could be so appealing.

When he’d peered at her over the lenses of the sunglasses he’d been wearing she had suddenly realized that the accent was not the only appealing thing about this man. He had lovely eyes; dark and soulful. His gaze fixed upon her and did not feel as though he was looking upon her with judgment. There was almost a sense of gentle concern behind his gaze.

She had studied him further spotting a pair of plush lips concealed under facial hair that was mostly silver. The hair on top of his head appeared to have been quite dark at some point but it also appeared to be peppered with quite a bit of silver as well. 

She had not imagined she might ever find an older man to be so attractive. 

She had shoved the thought from her mind, deciding to just spill her guts. “I got into a fight with my boyfriend.”

“He ditched ye on the side of the road?” Chibs blurted out a small frown crossing his brow, a sense of disapproval in his voice.

She shrugged her shoulders a soft sigh leaving her trying not to panic about the reality of her situation looming over her. “Something like that.”

“Ye need a lift home?” He offered the sense of panic weighing down on her all the heavier.

She felt the tears fall, ashamed to be falling apart in front of a total stranger. She had felt the words spill from her that sense of shame growing all the more palatable. “We were moving. I have no home to be taken to. I have nothing.”

“Shite, is there anyone ye can call?” Chibs remarked that look of disapproval on his face deepening to something she could not quite place; anger on her behalf?

She shook her head rapidly, her voice growing panicked. “I have no one. I don’t speak to my mother anymore and I don’t really have any friends outside of my old job, none that would care. He was all I had. I don’t know what to do.”

Chibs had taken her by shock as he’d spoken nodding to his bike. “Get on, Love. Let me take ye to get a bite to eat. We can get some food in ye and figure somethin out. I always feel better after a good bite to eat.”

Despite every warning bell going off in the back of her mind telling her not to get on a stranger’s motorcycle, Y/N had realized she had no choice.

She had told herself that perhaps this Scotsman was some kind of odd godsend.

Much to her shock as they’d sat at some greasy little diner not far from where Chibs had picked her up an offer had been made “I know a lass, an ol lady of one of my brother’s, Venus, she’d be happy to let ye stay with her while ye get back on yer feet. Now fer work…ye got any skills? What’d ye do before, ye mentioned a job?”

She had stared at him dumbfounded her mind going a mile a second. “I can’t do that, I appreciate the offer, but I’m sure this uh…ol lady you’re mentioning wouldn’t want some stranger moving in with her.”

“She won’t mind, she has a thing fer wounded wee birds.” Chibs had remarked not missing the grimace on Y/N’s features at the comment.

He was fast to speak again, reassuring her. “We all get wounded from time to time, Lass. Ain’t nothin to be ashamed of. Now, work, what’ye do?”

“Editing. I did some commercial work, some independent movies.” She blurted out her mind still going a mile a second.

Of course that had worked the mention of Red Woody Productions and a slap from Y/N proving she was less of a wounded wee bird than Chibs had proclaimed her to be.

The path from rescued wee bird to ol lady had not been a simple one.

Chibs had hated to admit that he’d been smitten with the distressed young woman he’d found on the outskirts of town.

He had felt guilty for the attraction. He had told himself not to pursue a thing as it would be a massive power imbalance.

Y/N had been just as attracted but just as reluctant to follow attraction telling herself Chibs Telford saw her as a wounded bird; something to help.

A friendship had blossomed; a flirty friendship but a friendship all the same.

Chibs had not been surprised that his brothers had adored Y/N. She had been a hard worker for Red Woody and she had such a sweet demeanor. It was hard not to like her. Venus had adored her; happy to take her in just as Chibs had assumed she would be.

Things had scooted along for months, a friendship forming and a certain romantic tension hanging in the air that neither had been willing to address.

The break in the romantic tension had come by the arrival of Liam to Charming.

He had shown up at the clubhouse of all places having finally tracked his ditched girlfriend down.

He had tried to coax Y/N into coming with him less than politely.

Chibs could still remember the words he’d walked up to his stomach churning spotting the distress on Y/N’s features as she appeared to be arguing with some arrogant looking young man.

“Are you serious, Y/N? What the hell is keeping you here?”

Chibs had felt the words leave him his chest puffing out attempting to give off the most unwelcoming energy he possibly could to the man. “I am. She’s stayin here Laddie, I think ye best go.”

Liam had scoffed at Chibs before glaring back at Y/N, his words harsh. “Who the fuck is this? Are you fucking him?”

Chibs didn’t have a chance to react because Y/N held her head up high, her words proving once again that she was no wounded bird. “Leave, Liam.”

“You can’t be serious? You’re fucking this freak? You always were demented, you know that? I never thought you’d become some kind of biker whore though.” Liam snarked the words cruel Chibs stepping forward ready to throw a punch.

Y/N spoke deciding to make a point even if she was partially lying. “I’m only his whore. He’s twice the man you ever were.”

With that she had put on quite the show turning to face Chibs yanking him down by his kutte her lips sliding along his the kiss deep and sloppy.

Chibs had kissed back once he’d gotten over the shock of the sudden act.

Apparently the kiss was enough to piss Liam off the man proving he was all bark and no bite as he stormed off screaming out expletives in Y/N’s direction.

As soon as he was out of sight Y/N pulled from the kiss apologies spilling from her lips. “I am so sorry, Filip. I know that was so uncalled for. I just know that guys like Liam don’t back off unless they think some other guy has a claim. I promise you I will never do that again.”

Chibs spoke, surprising himself and her by his words. “Please don’t promise that, Love.”

She gazed up at him feeling breathless as he spoke again, deciding to shoot his shot even if it scared the hell out of him. “It wasn’t uncalled fer. I want ye to that again…though I’d prefer ye to kiss me when ye aint tryin to make yer prick ex back off.”

He cleared his throat feeling less like the intimidating confident President of SAMCRO and more like a nervous older man who had not dated in far too long. “What I’m gettin at is…can I take ye on a date sometime, Love? We can try dinner before another kiss.”

He cringed fearing she was about to shoot him down and call him an old fool for thinking he had a shot at anything more than friendship.

His fears had died though as she leaned up her lips sliding along his cheek. “I would like that. Dinner would be nice.”

They had not looked back after that. She had become his beloved ol lady and the queen of SAMCRO.

It was a role she could admit she struggled to sink into. It was a role she was willing to take on for Filip Telford though.

Her mind pulled from the past as she spoke, her voice gentle and adoring. “I am here, Filip. I’m not going anywhere Baby.”

She spoke again, her hand leaving his cheek placing at his thigh sliding along the thick denim as she worked her hands upwards. “Let me take care of you, Baby. Just sit back and relax. Forget the books and let me make you feel good.”

He groaned, his head falling back she so easily knowing his body by this point. 

She slid her hands along his belt unfastening it and working his jeans open as she spoke. “Lift your hips up, Honey. Let me take care of this cock.”

He groaned obediently doing as she said, she worked his jeans and boxers down his hips, he kicking them down to rest around his ankles.

She rested between his parted thighs, her lips pressing to his knees working her way up slowly sliding along his warm skin.

She pressed soft adoring kisses to his skin, her voice low and full of sweetness. “You work so hard, Filip. You take care of everyone but who takes care of you?”

“You do, Love.” He remarked gazing down at her his hand reaching down to stroke her hair as she worked her lips up his thighs.

She gazed up at him as she spat in her hand before reaching forward placing a hand over his waking cock giving it a few lazy strokes working a moan from him. She kept her strokes light and teasing as she spoke. “I love taking care of you, Filip. You deserve it.”

He groaned as she slid a thumb along his sensitive tip smearing a hint of precum leaking from him, her voice soft. “My sweet man, takes good care of me. My angel.”

He groaned at the statement a drowsy giggle leaving him at the last part of her statement. “That’s my line, Love. Trus me, I aint no angel.”

She spoke a playful glint in her eyes as she spoke. “You are a devil sometimes, but a tempting one.”

He did not have a chance to reply as she leaned forward, her tongue sliding along the sensitive glans of his cock. She wrapped her lips around him her plush lips heavenly on his heated member. She kept her gaze locked on him as she eagerly bobbed her head.

He groaned his voice thick with lust as she worked him, taking more and more of him with each bob of her head. “Fuck, Lass. Take it, Love.”

She moaned around him, preening at the low curses that left his lips. He spoke as she took more and more of him down her throat, the heat making his cock throb. “Ye are so perfect, Love. Jus takin my cock like this, fuck. This was jus what I needed, my girl always knows what I need.”

She moaned around his cock relaxing her throat, breathing through her nose as she took him even deeper, he hitting the back of her throat with a cry of her name.

She gagged around him, Chibs placing a hand on the back of her head stroking her hair as she held him there. He grunted, resisting the urge to thrust against her knowing that this moment was meant to be a little gentler. She was focused on taking care of him. This was not a moment for a rough fuck.

She pulled up of him a disappointed groan leaving him. The disappointment did not last she wrapping a hand around his slick cock stroking it, his hand sliding along her cheek caressing it.

She kept her gaze up at him not helping but to find him beautiful in moments like this where he was feeling only pleasure. In her opinion he deserved all the pleasure in the world after he spent so much time worrying and stressing over everything and everyone. 

She was stunned as he pulled back from her his voice thick with desire. “Bend over this table, Love. Pull up this dress.”

She did as he said, pulling the little sundress she’d been wearing up over her hips as she bent over the Reaper table. 

Chibs groaned approvingly as he stared at her spotting the little pink thong she’d worn today.

He was unable to resist reaching forward, giving her backside a swat wanting to make her skin so flushed she matched the pink fabric of her panties.

He spoke the need so evident in his voice. “Need to fuck ye love. Been fillin wound up all day. Need to find some release.”

“Please, Baby. Do it. Want you to feel good.” She replied turning her head struggling to gaze up at him as he shoved the chair he’d been sitting in back managing to stand over her.

He yanked the thong she was wearing down she kicking it across the room. He ran his hands down her thighs, a groan leaving him as he spoke. “Yer so soft.”

He ran his hands along her inner thighs close to her bare center moaning at the hint of wetness that he discovered. “Shite, Love. Yer so soaked ye dripped down here.”

He ran his fingers along her slit, a groan of approval leaving him as he slid one finger between her lips. He added another finger thrusting them and scissoring them wanting to make sure she was ready for him. “Ye feel so good, m’angel. Gonna feel like heaven round this cock.”

She rocked back against his fingers, a low giggle leaving him. “Christ, look at ye. So Desperate fer me that you’ll take my fingers jus to get off. This pussy has been longin fer me aint it?”

“Always longing for you, Baby.” She replied the comment, working a smack to her backside from his free hand.

She whimpered when he pulled his fingers from her he chuckling at the reaction. “Jus wait, Love. Gonna give ye something more than my fingers.”

He brought his fingers up to his lips suckling her wetness from them, a low moan leaving him. “Shite, when I’m less desperate to be in ye, yer sittin on my face.”

She moaned at the suggestion not having long to focus on it as he took himself in hand sliding his hard cock along her center teasingly a groan leaving him.

She whined, her body trembling with anticipation knowing she was so desperate to be filled by him. No one filled her as well as Chibs Telford.

She spoke knowing just what to say. “Fuck me, Please. Give it to me.”

He groaned a hint of amusement clear in his voice. “Greedy, Lass.”

He gave in, thrusting forward his cock stretching her as her heat enveloped him fully to the hilt.

He groaned, his hands resting at her hips giving them both a moment to soak up the initial first thrust it always taking their breaths away.

He’d never imagined that when he came across that panicked woman on the side of the road that she’d one day be bent over the reaper table with his cock buried in her pussy and his crow on her back.

He groaned, pushing her hair aside, giving him a full view of the crow inked into her skin. She moaned knowing exactly what he was doing. He loved seeing the tattoo on her; a reminder that she was his and that she was in this life with him.

She had never anticipated that the odd Scotsman who had come to her rescue that day she’d been abandoned by her ex on the side of the road like trash, would become the love of her life.

She would have never believed she could find comfort in a world that was so dangerous nor with a man who society told her would only cause harm.

Chibs and the world that come with him had given her a sense of comfort though. It was a sense of belonging she had never known. He was her salvation in more ways than one.

She spoke the need she felt for him growing. “Please, Baby. Love me.”

“Always, m’angel.” He groaned, rocking in and out of her his movement starting out slow and gentle wanting to soak up the feel of her.

She did her best to rock back against him but found it difficult the table and his body keeping her sandwiched and helpless to his ministrations. She had a feeling though that this was his intention. 

She soaked up the feel of him rocking in and out of her so lovingly. He moaned from behind her the fact that she could not turn to see his face almost maddening. She adored how deep he managed to get in this position but found it frustrating to be unable to hold him or gaze up at him.

She made a silent promise to ask him to love her in a different position later; one where she could hold him and gaze into his eyes. 

For now though she was happy to bend over the table in chapel and let him work out his anxiety and stress on her body. She was delighted to please him. 

She gasped holding on to the side of the table digging her nails into the wood as she soaked up the feel of him sliding in and out of her, able to feel every vein and every pulse of him.

He was by far the most skillful lover she’d ever had and easily the most passionate.

He groaned, it not taking him long to give into need his thrusts growing more frantic cries of his name leaving her lips.

He spoke his voice thick with lust. “Fuck yes, Take my cock, Love.”

She whined reaching up to place a hand over her lips remembering that Tig was downstairs most likely within ear shot and who knew who else was around the clubhouse able to hear her cries of pleasure.

Chibs reached forward tugging at her hair pulling her head up his voice demanding. “Nah, none of that, Love. Take that hand off yer mouth. Don’t care who hears ye. Let em all know jus how good I fuck my ol lady. Let em hear me fuck my queen.” 

She did as she was told a cry leaving her lips he groaning at the sound praising her. “That’s my girl, fuck.”

He released her hair grasping back down on her hips using them for leverage as his thrusts became a little rougher, more cries of his name leaving her.

She whined knowing if she wasn’t currently bent over this table she would have collapsed to the ground with as good as he was making her feel.

She had long ago figured out that being fucked by Chibs Telford was a full body affair. He had a way of completely overtaking her and fucking her stupid. He could make her cock drunk with very little effort on his part and the arrogant jerk knew it too and used it to his advantage.

He spoke, his voice teeming with adoration and lust. “Needed ye so bad tonigh Love. Fuckin stressed outta my mind. Needed ye to come fuck the stress outta me. My good sweet queen, knew I needed er, aye?”

“Yes, Baby. Wanted to take care of you.” She whined the admission making him moan his grip on her hips tightening.

She whined as he spoke. “Touch yer clit, know it makes it so much better fer ye. Play with yerself Love.”

She did as she was told, reaching between her body and the table finding her clit the action clumsy but so rewarding.

She rubbed circular patterns into the sensitive bud, her knees trembling his name spilling from her lips.

She whined knowing at this rate she was going to cum far too quick. Chibs may have claimed he’d been wound up needing release all day, but she had to believe that she’d been in the same boat.

That was part of what had led her to the clubhouse tonight.

She spoke not caring how loud the volume of her voice was growing “You feel so good Filip.”

“Aye, ye feel like heaven Lass. Hot, wet heaven.” He groaned his hips slamming into hers the sound of his skin meeting hers and moans spilling out filling the room.

She gasped the stimulation to her clit and his cock sliding in and out of her working her so close to the edge. Chibs Telford’s dick had zero right making her feel this good.

She spoke, unable to stop the words from leaving her. “How are you this good at fucking me?”

“Lots of practice, Love.” He remarked not leaving a hint of arrogance from his voice.

The comment was quickly followed up with a low moan as he spoke again. “Was practicin fer ye. Jus didn’t know it yet.”

She whined gripping on to the table all the harder her body shuddering as he found that one spot in her that made her practically see stars. She did all she could to thrust back up against him, her fingers not letting up on her clit a cry leaving her. “Please, Filip, I’m so close, so fucking close.”

He groaned at the admission, a low growl leaving him. “Fuck, m’angel. Yeah, ye cum on this cock. Let it go fer me.”

She continued to rub tight little circles into her clit, a coil winding up tight in her belly growing more taunt by the second the sensations almost too much.

“Oh, Fuck, Filip. I’m cumming, I’m. Oh” The words spilled from her dissolving into unintelligible cries as she fell apart underneath him, her body trembling her pussy clenching around him.

He groaned doing all he could to keep rutting against her through her orgasm, the sensation of her falling apart below him always taking his breath away.

He had never thought he’d be worthy of someone so stunning and so gentle and lovely. He had never thought he’d take an ol lady but now that he had found one he knew he would never let her go.

He groaned his words thick with lust “Yer so fuckin gorgeous, m’angel. Jus stunning cummin round my cock. Christ, ye feel so good.”

She pulled her hand from her clit, the stimulation too much. She moaned against the table pathetically, her body limp and overstimulated. 

Chibs groaned not letting up his cock thrusting in and out of her soaked heat, she feeling even more sopping wet now that she’d cum all over him. 

He spoke knowing he would not last much longer now. He groaned uncertain if it was a side effect from the painful fact that he was getting older now in his fifties, or if it was just that the woman who gave him the privilege of fucking her was so good that he couldn’t last as long as he may have in his twenties. “Where do ye want it, Love?”

She whined it hitting her lust worn mind just what he was asking. She spoke, the answer seemed so clear. “In me, Baby.”

“Aye, ye want me to cum in ye, Love? Ye want me to fill this pussy?” He groaned knowing that she was the only woman he’d been with in so long where this was even an option.

The fact that she loved him and adored him enough to even give him the option made him adore her all the more.

“Please, Baby. Do it. Want it.” She barely managed to work out as he felt himself fall over the edge, his thrusts growing sloppy and rough.

He let out a groan as he fell apart, his last few thrusts practically knocking her against the table as he came spilling into her in hot thick spurts.

He groaned the words low and satisfied as they left him. “Fuck yes, take it. Perfect lass. Love ye so much.”

He practically collapsed against her, pressing her down into the table, his body bending to rest over hers, they both hot and damp with sweat.

He groaned as he reluctantly slid out of her the mess they made dripping from her. He groaned as he fell back into his chair, a moan leaving his lips at the sight of his cum dripping out of her well loved center.

He reached forward sliding his fingers across her slit causing her to moan she feeling over sensitive a low chuckle leaving him as he gathered their mixed releases on his fingertips.

He reached forward, his fingers sliding along her lips. She obediently ran her tongue along his fingers cleaning their release from them a groan of approval leaving him.

He spoke a heavy sigh leaving him. “Come here, Love.”

She stood up ignoring the smirk on his lips at how wobbly she was as she stood up his cum dripping down her thighs making her cheeks flush.

He scooted back, opening his arms she happily standing between his parted legs allowing him to wrap his arms around her waist.

He held her against him, she wrapping her arms around him. She ran her hand along the back of his head he burying his face against her stomach as she spoke reassuring him. “I’m not going anywhere Filip. I mean it, No matter how lost you feel…I’ll always find you.”

She paused as he gazed up at her his eyes filled with awe. “I love you Filip Telford.” 

“I love ye too, my queen.” He responded holding her all the tighter any worries he had about the future of the club were too far away to grasp.

He didn't know what the future held for the club, but he knew whatever it was he could manage it as long as he had her by his side.

[normaltothemax]

“I got better,” he shrugged.

For a moment, Jason didn’t move. He just stood in the doorway, gun in hand, helmeted head slowly turning as he took in the scene before him. The goons in the corners had him raising a brow. He was curious as to whether that was something Constantine was actively doing or if it’d been some sort of one-and-done type spell.

He shrugged to himself. Supposed it didn’t really matter all that much. Going from one to the next, he knocked them out with the butt of his gun, zip tied them to make sure they wouldn’t be going anywhere if they woke, and collected the keys from their pockets. “Wasn’t all that worried about them,” he said conversationally as he worked. “What’s a nice guy like you doin’ in a place like this?”

Not that he’d actually describe John Constantine as nice. A prick was a more accurate descriptor, from what Jason had heard. Not that he’d actually met the guy before.

When he finally came to stand in front of Constantine, having holstered his gun after using it on the last goon, he placed his hands on his hips, made a show of looking the man up and down. “You look like shit.” Constantine could no doubt hear the grin in his voice. Jason was a nice person, though, so he very graciously unlocked John’s restraints and helped him down, holding onto him a moment to make sure he was steady on his feet.

@normaltothemax and the one bat he'd Actually Like || sc!

“Y’ don’t look half bad for a dead guy.”  

He probably could’ve also lead off with something condescending like ‘my hero’ or ‘at least it’s you’. Time and a place, probably, and right now apart from struggling a bit with the key he had slid up his sleeve John was also doing quite the concentration number in keeping his keepers grounded. 

Well, more like drooling in separate corners muttering vague nothings about things at the edge of their eyes. It was still at least better than making them blast their own brains out. 

“They’ll be fine. Assuming they forget this mess in a few hours.” A bit of a grumble as he wiggled from the rafter. “You mind? Each one’s got a key in th’ left pocket.” 

[ayamari-no-goshi]

Things that exist outside of the mainline comics that accidentally get used as canon

1. The J brand on Jason’s face

This is specifically from the Arkham-verse, where Joker imprisoned, tortured, and branded Jason. While Arkham Knight only hints at what was done, the associated comics that give us more information about what led up to the events of the game show just how bad it was. That Jason is a broken man and never died.

Also Arkham-verse Joker is the worst. I am not going to be the one to tell you what that that version of Jason discovered he did when right before getting captured. You need to look that up.

2. The crowbar scar on the left side of the face

This was only seen in the Gotham Knights game and associated comics. It’s also media where it states the Lazarus Pits brought him back to life - in most mainline comic runs, that can’t happen unless the person was in the process of dying or had died like a minute ago before getting dipped.

To be honest with you, I like this one. In Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016), Jason tells Artemis he’s upset the Pit got rid of his scars. So, maybe this can be a treat for him.

3. Joker Junior

This was depicted in Batman: Beyond which is in the same universe as The Batman: The Animated Series. This is not in the mainline comics. I also want to point out that Tim from the animated series was basically given Jason’s backstory.

Seeing this used as canon actually enrages me for some reason.

[miyamiwu]

Bloody Storm English Translation

I’m seeing a lot of people being surprised that Vein hates lies, but I’ve been saying that this whole time! Now, I wonder if y’all really thought I was delusional for shipping VeiFei before they debuted. But like, seriously, Bloody Storm and Rent a Shell/Body for Rent are songs that contrast each other, and that was what made me even more interested in VeiFei.

Anyways, here’s the full English translation of Vein’s character song. The lyrics on the wiki are terrible, so I extracted the captions from this video instead.

Verse 1: Whoever I aim at, the bullet pierces their heart My victories are engraved on the arches of Chinatown Hero or outlaw, people come and go in the Jianghu* In the end, they are just defeated under my hand In the world of photos, you show fearlessness Trapped in a web, the more you struggle, the more despair tightens Don’t lie to me, I see through your delusions If I want to win, I win with open dignity Your death knell has sounded, don’t resist in vain I stare from the abyss, watching how you try to calm the chaos

Chorus: If I don’t claim the throne, who dares to act more arrogant than I? Bow your head, surrender, and hand your kindness over to desire Absolute victory, this duel is already decided I want this world to surge and churn with a bloody storm Verse 2: I control your every move at any moment Light and darkness are merely different stances Truth and lies intertwine; the game board is riddled with flaws The past is like a dream, fleeting as a yellow beam of millet In the world of photos, you show fearlessness Trapped in a web, the more you struggle, the more despair tightens Don’t lie to me, I see through your delusions If I want to win, I win with open dignity Your death knell has sounded, don’t resist in vain I stare from the abyss, watching how you try to calm the chaos Chorus: If I don’t claim the throne, who dares to act more arrogant than I? Bow your head, surrender, and hand your kindness over to desire Absolute victory, this duel is already decided I want this world to surge and churn with a bloody storm If I don’t claim the throne, who dares to act more wild than I? Like a blade unsheathed, shedding its disguise and revealing its edge Adore my facade yet dread my madness Slander or praise, it’s futile to think of shaking my scepter

*Jianghu (江湖) = literally means rivers and lakes, but here it’s referring to the martial arts society.

Red lines = Vein hating lies

Blue lines = the liars (i.e. Lu Guang)

However, the part about the web and the game board also connects Vein to Liu Xiao, so take that as you will.

I mentioned this briefly in the tags of a reblog, but in their songs, Vein is equally connected to Xia Fei and Liu Xiao, while those two have no intersection at all lol (now we know why)

But yeah, as my mutual @rainibao has pointed out, Vein rules by fear not by manipulation. The latter is Liu Xiao’s thing, not his.

[strangesthirdeye]

THE GHOST OF YOU { ARTHUR MORGAN X IMAGINARY FRIEND FEM! READER}

Summary: It's about a boy with his imaginary friend. Warning: IT'S ARTHUR MORGAN AHHHHH SAVE A HORSE RIDE AN OUTLAW. The making of Arthur Morgan, Young Arthur Morgan, TB warning, fluff, high angst, betrayal, Chapter 6 happened, spoilers for anyone who didn't play RDR2 yet, death, injuries, blood, mostly Arthur's POV. Major characters death.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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"What are you going to say to your mother when she sees this?"

5 years old Arthur Morgan turned his head to the source of the voice next to him. There he saw you the same age as him looking at him with your big innocent eyes kneeled next to him. In front of you both was a favorite vase of Beatrice Morgan which was broken.

Arthur's lips quivered before he let out a quiet whimpered. You widened your eyes before scooted closer to him, hands immediately arounds him.

"No no! Arthur you are a boy! You shouldn't cry, we- we'll settle this together" You reassured him by patting his back.

"But it's Ma's favorite vase.. I broke it" Arthur muttered tearfully. He accidentally bumped into his mother's vase while playing with you. He knows that it was his mother's favorite vase now it's broken because of his own carelessness.

You shook your head. "It's okay! She must understand that you didn't accidentally break it, Arthur. Your mother is a good mother, right?" You beamed.

Arthur parted away from you. He then nodded his head and wiped his face. He sniffed. "Yeah, Ma is a good Ma" Arthur said confidently.

"So I'm sure she understands that you didn't do this on purpose. If she's mad, I'll be with you!" you smiled.

Arthur sniffed before he too smiled. Later that day, when Beatrice Morgan returned from shopping in the nearest town and saw her vase broken, she just only sighed before smiling softly at Arthur. She knows her only son did it but he was just a 5 years old boy and she didn't feel like scolding him because she can stand his innocent baby face. She loves her son so much.

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~ 2 years later ~

It was raining quite heavily that morning, Arthur and his father standing in front of a fresh grave that had just been buried. Beatrice Morgan died of unknown causes. No one knows what happened to her except Arthur's own father to which his father did not tell him what caused his mother to die. Arthur eyes casted to his mother's grave with a sad and broken face. He lost his mother at a young age. Any kids are not supposed to witness their parents' deaths at a young age but here is Arthur, standing in front of his mother's grave which was still red under the umbrella that his father held over his head.

There, only just him, his father and a few close people who knew his mother including the Reverend whose preaching holy verses on his mother's grave.

Arthur's eyes were lifted towards his father's face which showed no reaction or emotion on his face. As if he was emotionless with his wife's passing. Arthur frowned at this. Husbands should be sad that their wives are gone. Their loved ones are gone. But why did his father hold no emotion on his face? Arthur's gaze was taken elsewhere.

"It's okay to be sad, Arthur"

Arthur's eyes darted towards you who was standing next to him wearing a long black dress. He didn't say anything but he suddenly felt his eyes start to water. He cried so hard that day until he fell asleep.

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~ 4 years later~

1874 was the year Arthur Morgan would witness his father being hanged for larceny. He was a petty criminal and outlaw, no wonder his punishment was severe. He stood in front of the stage where his father would be publicly hanged. Lyle Morgan stood with cold and yet dread on his face. He knew his fate. As soon as the noose was tied around his neck, he began to tremble. Lyle Morgan began to feel fear for the first time. The fearless and cold outlaw was afraid of death.

His eyes found Arthur's. He knew that his boy couldn't do anything. He was just 11 years old boy. And yet he witnessed his father's death. His young innocent eyes. Arthur knew that he and his father had a strained relationship due to his father being an outlaw and someone who neglected his responsibilities as a father but he loved his father so much that he hated what his father did. And yet, that was his destiny.

The lawman announced Lyle Morgan's name and his crimes to the crowd there. Arthur's hearing seemed muffled hearing the last words from the Lawman.

"May he rest in peace" said the lawman as he pulled the lever.

The floor that Lyle Morgan was standing on suddenly opened and he fell. His neck snapped, his oxygen cut as he struggled to breath before his body limp with lack of moved and oxygen.

Arthur noticed his father's hat falling to the ground with his body hanging. People gasped and cheered for his father's death. Finally the outlaw was dead, that's what they said. Some people looked at Arthur with disguised obviously because they knew that Arthur was the son of the outlaw. Some of them pitied him because he had been orphaned at a young age. Arthur didn't care about them instead, his eyes were only trained on his father's lifeless body.

Soon, the crowd there subsided. The lawmen had gone and there he stood alone, still looking at his father's body. He then slowly walked towards his father's hat. Despite his strained relationship with his father, he still loved him. He kneeled and took his father's hat before he put on his father's hat even though it was a little big for his head. Arthur stared at his father's body one last time before he left. He had no place to stay nor did he have any immediate family. He was alone. No one was with him.

Arthur walked toward a hidden alley in the town before he leaned against the wall and slid down, his knees drawn up to his chest as he sat on the dirty ground. He cried. He cried and cried hoping that someone took him in or be with him. Hoping that you were with him but you were nowhere there nor were you with him since his father was hanged. It's like you vanished into thin air. He realized that you were not a real friend, instead you were just his own imagination.

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~ 3 years later ~

1877, a 14 year old Arthur Morgan walked aimlessly in the town street. His eyes searching for some rich people who are ignorant with their wealth. They only look at people who are at the same level as them and they will spit on people who are not up to their standards. Just because they have money doesn't mean they can treat people who are lower class than them with ugliness. Arthur glared at the rich man who arrogantly spoke of his wealth.

That man surely will be Arthur's next target. He slowly walked towards the man and deliberately he bumped the rich man, sneakily pickpocketed him and stole his wallet. He muttered sorry to the rich man to which the man cursed and swore at him. Arthur ignored that and walked quickly to leave. Not knowing that there were eyes watching him.

As soon as he reached the secluded area he sighed in relief. He pulled out the stolen wallet and took out a large amount of money from the wallet. His eyes widened with satisfaction. He tossed the wallet on the ground and started walking away from the area but then a hand suddenly greeted him. His collar was pulled up and there he saw the rich man from earlier.

The man's face is red.

"You bastard stole my money! I'll make sure I send you to the law and hang you!" the man yelled.

Arthur's hat fell to the ground as he struggled to be released.

"let me go you bastard!" He kicked them man's stomach.

The man's shouted in pain as he released his gun from Arthur. The man kneeled to the ground as he groaned in pain in his stomach. Arthur without wasting time ran away from there, leaving his hat behind. The man shouted.

"Thief! thief stole my money! help!" the man shouted immediately alerted lawmen who were guarding there.

The lawmen searched, Arthur ran away from there with a pocket full of money. As soon as he was sure that no lawmen were looking for him, he began to feel relieved. He took out money from his pocket and smiled contentedly.

"that's sure can cover for 2 weeks"

Arthur's head jerked back. There you stood wearing pants and yellow shirt. You are now all grown up obviously the same age as him as he's the one who created you. Arthur turned his gaze to the money in his hand. Ignoring you as he started to walk away. You tilted your head to the side.

"you're ignoring me?" you said as you started to move closer to him.

Arthur kept on ignoring you as his eyes darted forward. You were only in his head. It's been 3 years you hadn't appeared in his mind now you suddenly appeared.

'Arthur why are you ignoring me?" you asked as you stepped in front of him making him stop. He avoided his eyes from looking at you as his face suddenly turned sour. You frowned.

"Arthur?"

"shut up" Arthur spat as he walked through you. After all you were just his imagination.

You frowned even more. "oh now you're going to pretend that I don't exist, great" you rolled your eyes. "come on, Arthur. We're friends we're always together"

Arthur keeps on ignoring you as he walks along in the hallway. You followed him from behind.

"Arthur?"

Arthur didn't say anything.

"Arthur?!"

"You're not real!"

You fell silent. Arthur exhaled rapidly as he glared at you. You're at a loss for words.

"you're not even real, hell you're just my imagination! You should have been gone from my mind for the past 3 years!" Arthur yelled.

He might be crazy for shouting into thin air but in his mind you don't have anything to say back to him. You're speechless.

"But I'm your friend since childhood.. Why now you-"

"Friends?" Arthur scoffed at that. "Friends are supposed to be together no matter what, not leave them alone in their hard times" Arthur walked away from there.

And just like that, you vanished from his mind.

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~ 12 years later ~

1889, Arthur crawled, reaching for the gun that was lying not far away. His face was full of cuts and blood. His body was in pain so was his inside. Arthur stretched out his hand, reaching for the revolver which he succeeded but then a foot stepped on his hand that held the revolver. He groaned in pain as he looked upward. There Dutch looked at him coldly.

"It's over now… Arthur. It's over." Dutch said, slowly to him.

Arthur heaved. He feels betrayed by his supposed father figure. His mentor, teacher and leader. The one who saved him from the harsh world. The one who taught him to read, shoot, hunt and so on to become who he is now.

"Oh, Dutch… he's a rat. You know it and I know it." Arthur rasped.

"He's sick… he's dying… he's talking crazy." Micah reasoned as he groaned in pain.

Arthur kept on looking at him through his bloodshot eyes. "I gave you all I had… I did." he said weakly.

"I…" Dutch opened his mouth but no words were spoken by him.

"Come on. Dutch… let's go, buddy. We made it. We won. Come on." Micah beckoned the leader.

Arthur lay on his back as he sighed as his breathing got tighter. "John made it. He's the only one. Rest of us… no. But… I tried. In the end… I did." he rasped.

"Come on… let's go. We can make it. Come on, Dutch… come on!" Micah beckoned the leader desperately.

But Dutch silently turns around and walks away. Micah growls angrily and walks in the opposite direction leaving Arthur there. Arthur sighed heavily although he could feel that time was getting shorter. So with the little energy he had, he crawled with his struggle to the cliffside.

Arthur groaned in pain as he dragged his heavy body to the cliffside. Hoping to watch the sunrise. But then he stopped as he felt his energy disappearing rapidly. He feels his heart beating dropped more and more slowly. But Arthur keeps on pushing himself. As Arthur reached the top of the cliffside, he started adjusting his position but he had no energy. He grunted.

Suddenly, he feels some presence next to him, he must be hallucinating if he suddenly feels a soft hand on his arm. He turned his head and there you are, mature face, wearing a long white dress looking at him with sympathy.

Yeah, he hallucinates at the end of his moment. After several years of forgetting you, you suddenly reappear but this time, it looks like you are greeting him to another world with how beautiful and bright your aura is.

You smiled genuinely at him. "hello, Arthur. It's been a while" you said softly.

He let out a weak chuckled. "i thought i buried you in my mind a long time ago"

You shook your head dismissively. "no you didn't bury me enough for me to suddenly reappear at your last moment" you put your head on his chest.

Arthur lifted his weak hand to put his hand on your head.

"you died and so was me"

The sun rose as Arthur let out his last breath. His soul vanished and so was you. Leaving his physical body stiff at the top of the mountain facing east.

[dreadofred]

From Roy: To say he's stressed is an understatement. Getting Lian to go to the dentist has always been tough. For as long as he can remember she's been scared of dentists. He's tried all sorts of dentists -- even switched her to a friendly dentist who specializes in working with kids... Yet, no matter what he does her fear wins out in the end. By the time the appointment is over she's crying in the car. Normally a warm hug and promise to get ice cream after is enough to help her stop crying. This time his go to trick isn't working. This time she's crying into his shoulder and murmuring something along the lines of 'I want papa.' It takes him a second to figure out who papa is, but then he remebers that Jason told Lian to call him pops. Papa defintely sounds better than pops. Sitting in the back of the car with Lian who is still softly crying, he calls Jason, "Hey it's me. I took Lian to the dentist today and she's pretty upset about it still. I offered her ice cream and hugs but she wants you specifically. Any chance you could come meet us? Or I can drive to you if you're nearby."

The flat cellphone was balanced on his shoulder as he head to grab his jacket. Hands and arms switched up to keep it close to his ear as he heard a crying Lian in the background and a stressed out Roy. “Yeah. I am at Dick’s. Shit, I should have come cause she always gets upset over that, right?” He looked at Richard, covering the phone to see if he would give him a ride. It was only 15 minutes down the road. Hand adjusted the cell as he walked to grab his keys, planning on leaving the bike here then for the night if need be where it would be safe instead of on the road. “Dick’s gonna give me a ride. Tell me the street and building.” 

He hung up just so Roy could focus on Lian until he got there. Once the found the parked car, he got out. “Thanks. I’ll see you later.” Tried to let him go with a pat on top of the hood before walking to the parked car, opening the back door and dipping down to fill that frame. “Hey lil bow. Who am I fighting?” Arms opened up to take her if she still wanted him.

[scotianostra]

On April 13th 1596 Walter Scott of Buccleuch freed notorious reiver William Armstrong of Kinmont in a daring raid on Carlisle Castle.

Perhaps the best known of the Border reivers (outlaw raiders or rustlers), William Armstrong of Kinmont’s first recorded raid was against the Milburns of Tyndale, in August 1583, when Armstrong was probably in his forties. In 1585 he accompanied the Earl of Angus`s campaign against the Earl of Arran and pillaged Stirling. Eight years later he was in Tynedale again with 1,000 men, carrying off over 2,000 beasts and £300 in spoils.

The events of 1596 and the rescue of ‘Kinmont’ Willie Armstrong represent a daring swashbuckling adventure. The fact that Kinmont led one of the most notorious bands of cut-throats ever to roam the Debatable Land seems to be irrelevant and in the tradition of the Border ballads we are to view him as a hero. His notoriety and activities were such that the Warden of the West Marsh’s deputy, Salkeld, captured Kinmont as he returned from a Truce Day at the Dayholm of Kershope. Kinmont was taken to Carlisle.

According to Border Law it should not have happened on a Truce Day and Walter Scott of Buccleuch who became known as The Bold Buccleuch, and was keeper of Liddesdale on whose land the arrest had been made, protested to the Warden, Lord Scrope. When Scrope refused to return Kinmont, Buccleuch became concerned that Scrope was anxious to hang Kinmont on the gallows at Harraby and so assembled a motley bunch of Elliots, Scotts, Armstrongs and Grahams to effect a rescue. Oral tradition has meant that the numbers vary from 40 to 200. The weather was atrocious which made crossing the River Eden very dangerous, but it did mean that the castle watch had taken shelter. Buccleuch left a group to cover the retreat and led the raiding party himself. Popular opinion has it that they must have had support from the inside because they entered the castle quickly. Thus with the aid of a sturdy Reiver, Red Rowan, Kinmont made his escape.

As is usual with these Border legends we look to the old sources of the story tellers before reading and writing was the norm, the old songs.

Arguably of recent times anyway, the nost famouse of thesensong collectors was Francis James Child an American scholar, if you follow my posts you will no doubt have seen me posting “Child Ballads” at times, this story comes from Child Ballad 186. This ballad is more unusual than most of the songs I know from the Child Ballads as it is longer than most at 20 verse so I wont post it, you can look it up on youtube as Child Ballad 168, but it’s over 9 minutes wrong in full!

[pepteezer]

Evil Peppino

i saw a post not too long ago about someone wishing evil peppino had more character and more stuff on his backstory (as well as someone saying that they wish they dove more into his anxiety like ME TOO!!) and i thought it could be a great opportunity for me to show everyone what i personally see him as in terms of character and as well as making him a standalone character.

i’d like to give a heads up that this is pretty much all headcanon. you can see and make him however you want. this is just how i personally see him. everything i have currently is not solidified and is subject to change for whatever reason it may be.

now here is how i see evil peppino!! :) <3

now i would like to start off with this post from McPig on his twitter.

pay close attention to that word in that tweet

doppelgänger

the definition of a doppelgänger is a person who looks almost exactly like another, but who is not related to them. Someone who looks too much like you, but isn't a twin

Mcpigs use of this word already tells us that this is a completely separate person. this isn’t THE peppino we know. he could have a separate identity all the while he just LOOKS like peppino. he’s just called evil peppino bc he “looks like peppino but evil”.

what i’ve done to give him an identity of his own is to have it somehow be standalone while at least connecting back to peppino in some way. starting off with his name. i took the first two letters of Evil Peppino and made it into a name that would fit. as well as giving him a new last name that isn’t Spaghetti but at least sounding like it (giving it the possibility to mix up peppinos and evil peppinos last names due to confusion).

renaming him as:

Emiliano Palmiro (EP for short) Spadoni

Apperence

appearance was something i also took on. i started with facial features. while he is a doppelgänger, i didn’t want to give him too many distinct features as to erase the fact that he’s supposed to look a lot like peppino. how do you stand out while looking exactly like someone else? i gave him the smallest changes like giving him a mole right next to the left corner of his mouth, giving him deeper eyebags/dark circles around his eyes, his large eye and lip scar that’s presented on the right side of his face, as well giving him a bit more hair compared to peppino (still bald but less in comparison). as of right now i’m bouncing ideas off of how he got that scar (wether during a fight or self inflicted). but it’s a story i’d like to present in a comic i’ll soon produce for everyone to see once i’m certain on which one i’d like to do.

(hello husband…)

his outfit (while i do have a redesigned ver. but also like to keep him in his red bowtie fit) i gave a backstory to that as well. it was the only “formal” outfit he owned verses everything else he had while being in extreme debt (more on that later)

Personality

as a lover of mob movies and learning how mafias actually work. i try very hard to keep things as realistic as possible. a lot of people tend to mix mafia tropes with outlaw/“bonnie and clyde” tropes. so evil peppino is not going to be your partner in crime “we rule the streets” type of person unless he wants to be at risk of being immediately caught by police. a lot of people have given him the mob boss title which is the highest rank amongst italian mafias. so i think he’d have to have some sort of self awareness for a man in his position. never lets anyone overstep him nor lets anyone boss him around. hot tempered is another trait i see him with. i remember seeing a post with evil peppino saying he’s “70% anger and 30% anxiety” which i think explains it perfectly. and since he’s a boss, he has to have some sort of threatening energy in order to be in such a position to keep everyone in line. other than being constantly angry or on the verge of getting angry, i’d say he has a hard time with his emotions and doesn’t let anyone else in on how he really feels on stuff. since being in his position, he’s always had to keep a stoic mask on or else everything could crumble based on one look. that’s where the anxiety part comes in. people often focus more on his aggression than what’s eating him up on the inside. (again working on a comic based on this!! so more on that later)

i base evil peppino off of a lot of characters i’ve seen in mob movies/shows. but if i had to choose a few, the characters that give me the most inspiration are:

- tony soprano (the sopranos)

-tommy devito (good fellas)

-tony montana (scarface)

-sylus (love and deepspace)

Backstory

“Shadow's story began a lot like yours, Sonic. But where you found family and friends, Shadow only found pain and loss.”

- Commander Walters about Shadow (Sonic the Hedgehog 3)

this quote i think perfectly sets what is different between peppino and evil peppino. i used this quote as a guide to how i wanted to shape his backstory. as well as snipping a few scenes from movies and stitching evil peppino there instead. in the beginning he lost his parents due to them being killed by the mob in front of him (the godfather II) trying to live a better life he went to join the army. he hit an all time low attempting to open his own restaurant to bounce back. only to be drowned in debt and late payments. being sick and tired of this pit of despair, he took things into his own hands (well, hand) and then boom: mob boss (i’m withholding a lot of info here since i’m trying not to spoil what i’m currently making behind the scenes regarding his backstory).

and that’s what i have for evil peppino (so far!) again everything is still in the air and subject to change depending on how i want his story to go. i hope it was comprehensive enough LOL. if there is anyone out there that would like to use this as a reference for any stories for evil peppino i grant them permission! (as long as i get credits!).

once again everyone is entitled to their own version and vision of evil peppino and this isn’t me trying to make my version EVERYONES version. but if there’s anyone thatd like to use this as a reference they’re welcomed to. thank you for reading!!

[imaginarianisms]

a few notes on aelyx targaryen, trueborn son of aemond targaryen & alys rivers.

born in one of harrenhal's dark towers to alys (strong)rivers the witch queen of harrenhal & to his late father prince aemond targaryen, the father he never knew.

aelyx is a trueborn targaryen in the eyes of the old gods, for aemond married alys & took her to wife before the great weirwood in harrenhal's courtyard shortly after he was told that she was carrying his child & acting as prince regent, gave her her own household & name by the name of strongrivers. the faith of the seven, however, does not recognize aelyx's legitimacy. aelyx is the last surviving male descendant of house strong & is a rival to king aegon iii of queen rhaenyra's sons.

alys' dynamic with aemond was complex to say the least, while she was not in love with him, she did deeply respect him as a leader, a warrior & a dragonrider. she loved her son aelyx more than anything & anyone in the world. she attempts to press her son's claim to the iron throne. aelyx has a younger half-sister, addalynn, borne of addam velaryon & alys, who was born not too long after aelyx.

aelyx favors his mother in terms of his skintone & his raven black hair streaked with white, but he has his father's amethyst eyes, trademark valyrian features. possesses a necklace with his father's sapphire eye & carries it on him at all times.

in ancient times, whether a child was born in or out of wedlock did not matter, the individual's character mattered & as long as one was faithful to their community, it mattered little to nothing before the andals & the faith of the seven came along.

while alys reigns as the witch queen of harrenhal, she is kind to the poor & downtrodden of the civil war & uses broken men & outlaws to protect & defend them & the castle walls for the boy king & all his counsellors will not.

alys taught aelyx everything that she possibly could've known about house targaryen through dragonlore, the lost culture & sacred teachings of her ancient house who were known for their powerful warriors, sorcerers, skinchangers & medicine people long before the andal invasion & later the arrival of the rhoynar & valyrians as well as dream-knowledge, animal-knowledge, & ecological-environmental knowledge, how to communicate with & travel between the worlds, how to skinchange into different animals & men & all the sorcery she had in her arsenal, hoping that aelyx & his descendants would one day take the iron throne. aelyx was also taught how to fight with a blade & bow & arrow & was also taught how to make potions & like his mother could see in stormclouds, pools of water, & in the flames. as a child, aelyx was taken to the isle of faces in the gods eye & introduced to the last descendants of the children of the forest south of the wall & the green men who protect them.

courteous, independent & a survivalist in contrast with many of his cousins, if not hyper-independent & egotistical, unafraid to boast of his abilities. reserved & charismatic, aelyx is an excellent actor & has a soft spot for the downtrodden.

depending on the verse, aelyx is introduced to court in king's landing or moves east to essos in exile with his mother & their supporters to qohor, city of sorcerers.

depending on the verse, aelyx claims either silverwing in the red lake or the cannibal in skagos or his own dragon from vhagar's clutch of eggs at harrenhal.

[nightclimes]

Bloodstains, by bowblade

Fandom: Overwatch Relationships: Ouihaw (Ashe/Widowmaker) Rating: M Wordcount: 118,214 (27 chapters, complete) A gothic romance Junkenstein-verse fic featuring Countess Widowmaker, a vampire, and Warlock/Little Red Ashe, cursed to be a wolf. Featuring fairy tale curses, pining, falling in love and a defiance of the fate bestowed to you... and vampire bites, of course.

Preview of Chapter 1 and full list of tags/warnings below the read more. Read at AO3.

Thunder looms, and out on the lake through the floor to ceiling window lightning strikes. The room illuminates for but a single solitary moment, but it's enough.

A shock of white hair and flecked deep red on her clothes to match the lipstick on her mouth, and the white of her teeth as the human wolf grins up at her.

"Now that wasn't very nice of you."

Feminine. Werewolf. Bandit. Thief.

"Outlaw," the countess recognises. Another defender of the Door in it for the money, who had vanished into the darkness of the night the moment Adlersbrunn was saved – or to the depths of the dungeons and quite a few vaults, given the immediate spate of petty robbery in the days after, written off as inevitable after zomnics take the town prisoner.

Her doing, as it happens. Her doing still. The outlaw had asked her, once, if she'd run into any thieves, and she'd told her hounds had.

It makes sense now why that doesn't and didn't bother her.

Another crash. Boom, boom, boom, like shotgun pellets. The outlaw does a dignified miniature rolling wave with her good arm, only it's not so good, as she winces and cradles it back toward her body. Her shirt hangs limp across one shoulder, with the majority of it wrapped around her torso, covering her ribs. Even she's surprised by how many scars she has. Wrapped around every bone and healed over, a thorn patch of ivy or roses. Yes, the perfume's odour makes sense, now. She vaguely recollects the fondness with the ink of a vine around her forearm, about the one place that isn't scarred. Clearly, this isn't the first scrape the outlaw hasn't perished in and lived.

No matter how much she heals, the reminder never fades.

It's different to a vampire. Or maybe just the same. The wounds on her neck pulse, faintly, and the countess rolls her shoulder. Regardless of her scars or her underdressed state, that still doesn't explain what exactly she's doing in her chateau and her parlour other than getting blood all over the upholstery.

"Why are you here?"

"Because someone," she labours, clicking her tongue, "shot me."

"I shot the wolf that stalks the town," the countess says cooly, folding her arms as she stalks into the room but stays standing, and the outlaw is still quite at home despite her presence, and she has the gall to shrug. She wonders why she tore her shirt to bandage herself, and not the intact hood and cape, still up over her head. "You are not innocent in this."

"I'm not here to talk innocence," the outlaw sniffs, dismissing her with a flick of her fingers. "I'm here to patch myself up. And I know an opportunity when I see one. I wondered how you'd been keeping since the door incident. So. Whatever scheme you're running, I want in."

[honeyteamaple]

Micah Bell Modern AU head-canons:

These are based on what I like to imagine him in the modern universe!.

Micah would most likely have a black shiny cruiser motorcycle, with a leather beige seat. He would most definitely have the same aesthetic of clothing in the modern verse, black leather jackets and red shirts, sunglasses, same blond hair blowing in the wind and same mustache etc etc.

Oh and don’t forget about the red truck, it would be new, red and shiny. Most likely paid fully in cash, his small home would be far away from society and civilization, it would have big glass windows, the interior of the home would have black leather couches against wooden floors and walls. A small bar in the house as well. Like I said before in another post, this man likes novelties.

Micah would most likely be somewhat well off, he would still be an outlaw no doubt, but I always see modern au headcanons about him, with statements such as him living in a trailer. Which can be true yes, but the way I see it, that it would be true, for his grandfather. And if his grandfather was the one that started all of this, then that means it would be a family business, in the art of theft and being a hitman. Those two things are different in the 21st century than in the 19th century. There are more ways to be an outlaw, a gang existing today would have more resources, more opportunities at stealing and theft. His grandfather most likely worked it from the ground until he made it to the top, and passed the torch to his son, and then on to Micah. Plus, we’re talking about a hitman in the 21st century, they make money.

Used to live in California but moved because of his brother, Amos, leaving the family business. This made him feel more isolated. So he started to look for gangs to join, etc etc.

If he joined the van der linde gang, he would most likely be wary of them and won’t tell anyone about his past, only acting as some informant. Maybe participating in one or two bank heists with them. He would probably bring in more information to them than the other gang members could do, given his better resources. Then he would quickly climb up the ladder and have Dutch’s ear, saying that he’s been in this business far longer than anyone has in the gang and that he knows better. And you know how that goes.

[silent-moons-camp]

OC Introduction

Tagged by @silurisanguine from the Coemancer Crew - thank you!

Introducing: Kanan McCarthy

Fandom: Starfield

Role: Spacefarer, Captain

Basics

Full Name: Kanan McCarthy

Nicknames: Cowpoke, Kane (really only ever referred to as such by their twin sister)

Pronouns: They/them, not strict on pronouns though.

Sexuality: Pansexual

Occupation and Titles: Freestar Militia Infantry (formerly), Shaw Gang Outlaw (formerly), Argos Extractors Miner (formerly), Smuggler and general criminal (currently), Constellation Member (currently)

Birthday and Age: At the beginning of the game (May 7th, 2330) Kanan is 37. They turn 38 shortly after. They were born on May 27th, 2292 in Akila City.

Physical Description: Kanan stands at exactly six feet tall (about 183 cm). They are physically active and as such have a sort of athletic build.

Clothing Style: Kanan wears masculine leaning clothing and mostly sticks to more "wild west" themed apparel. They are often seen in their signature red poncho and cowboy hat.

Background

As I don't want to spoil things, I'll keep this vague. Kanan was born and raised on Akila in Freestar space. Them and their family lived on the McCarthy Homestead just outside Akila City walls.

Kanan took part in the Colony War at a young age, having gotten caught up in the war propaganda. As such, they lied about their age in order to fight for the Freestar Collective. The Colony War took a huge toll on both Kanan and the McCarthy family as a whole.

Kanan went to college after the war and earned a bachelor's degree in engineering, having majored in engineering and minored in astronomy. They fell into a life of crime afterward, having joined the Shaw Gang for some time and then branching out on their own.

As seen in my fic titled The Man in Red, Kanan joined Argos Extractors about a year before the story of Starfield after encountering an odd bounty hunter in the Red Mile who wanted them alive.

They joined Constellation after encountering the Artifact on Vectera, and their story is currently being written in my fic titled Event Horizon.

Combat and Skills

Preferred fighting style: Kanan prefers mid to close range combat with guns, though they are not against getting very close and engaging in close quarters combat with melee weapons or hand-to-hand.

Favorite Weapon(s): Kanan carries a modified razorback revolver named "Penumbra." Kanan also carries around and prefers shotguns, but also keeps a sniper rifle handy as well as small blades.

Special Skills: Like any wild west gunslinger, Kanan is highly skilled at using pistols. They also use Starborn abilities (although they are not Starborn themself). Kanan is charismatic and knows just the right buttons to push when it comes to enemies, but also which words to choose when trying to de-escalate a situation. As they went to college for engineering, Kanan is well versed in various means of engineering, which includes spaceship building and design, outpost construction, weapon handling and management, and spacesuit technology. They are an excellent pilot as well, capable of coming out on top in even the most dangerous dogfights.

Relationships

Family: Kanan's father is James McCarthy, a former Freestar Ranger and former member of the First Cavalry mech division. Their mother is Charlotte McCarthy, a scientist and astronomer. They had an older brother named Owen who was also apart of the First Cavalry mech division during the Colony War. He was killed in the later years of the Battle of Niira. Lastly, Kanan is a twin; their twin sister is named Senya, a ronin by trade who currently lives with and takes care of their father at the McCarthy Homestead.

Kanan would later consider Constellation as their own "found family."

Love interest: Sarah Morgan. Before Sarah, Kanan rarely ever had any serious relationships out of fear of commitment. Instead, they often wandered from lover to lover and held many "friends with benefits" type relationships. One night stands are not uncommon for Kanan, though their more promiscuous behavior settles down once they end up in a serious relationship with Sarah.

Best Friend(s): Kanan is very close with all the members of Constellation, but finds a close friendship in both Andreja and Matteo.

Personality

Positive traits: Passionate, caring, ambitious, loyal

Negative traits: Stubborn, tends to isolate, reckless, greedy

Likes: Nature, animals, astronomy, books, Old Earth relics, exploration

Dislikes: Most governments and politicians, corruption, spacers, high-horse attitudes, cops, Neon

Fears: Being lonely forever, losing their family (both found and blood family), losing those they care about, another war

Guilty Pleasure(s): Smutty novels, Old Earth spaghetti western movies, whiskey

Hobbies: Playing guitar, exploring, reading, collecting Old Earth trinkets and relics, listening to music, cleaning weapons and armor, building spaceships, and somehow managing to herd ashta.