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qftim-dreamcatcherau · 2 months ago

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Backstory time!

I spent quite a while putting together her backstory, which could be changed, due to what ideas I can put into it, but this is pretty much what I wrote so far, so you can get the idea of who she is lol anyway, enjoy!

Blairlana’s backstory

She is the eldest in the Connor Family, Allison and Tom Connor. She is quite a pure and innocent child who loves to help with Allison’s side quests and Tom’s cooking. One day, she was completely bored out of mind and told her parents about wanting a sibling. Firstly, they were shocked but insisted since they didn’t want her to keep begging.

While Allison goes through the pregnancy process, at primary school, Blair witnesses a victim being bullied and so she steps in to save their life. Eventually, they scattered off while she checked up on the victim. The victim in question is Coco. They both started hanging out with each other and instantly became best friends. Being best friends they are, she tells Coco about her baby sister that is coming soon and so Coco would bring small gifts for Allison since she is from a wealthy family.

When her baby sister was born, Blair was quite happy to finally see and be able to hold in her arms. Allison asks what they would name her, after some thinking, she tells her “Breeda”.

“Any reason why you chose that, dear?”

“I don’t know … maybe she reminds me of flowers ..”

A few months pass by as her baby sister grows, she helps out care and play with her while her parents are busy with work. She did bring Coco to visit and play as well, only it turned into chaos when Breeda started to rough house (like a puppy she is, in that stage), chasing after her once she stole something and cleaning up the mess in the kitchen when flour was spilled everywhere.

Everything was going fine until one day, Alice Angel came by to visit. It wasn’t a pleasant visit. She wanted Blair to herself because she is beautiful. Allison refuses to give her away, holding onto her daughters for dear life. Rejection doesn’t taste too nice for Alice that she separates the two sisters with force. Blair is with Alice and while Breeda is with Henry. As her parents desperately searched for their daughters, Alice was holding her hostage, telling her to help her with the messy work and was manipulated to think she’s just an ugly monster that doesn’t deserve to be beautiful, just like her and her mother. She disobeyed her once by backing out from a task that Alice ordered her to do, causing her to get aggressive towards her and claw her left eye out.

After that traumatizing event, she was found by her parents when Alice is out of the way to go after Henry. She cried uncontrollably to her parents about what happened as Tom patches her up and Allison comforts and reassures. She made her way with them to find her little sister, only to find her with Henry and an unconscious Alice on the floor. They reunited and continued their adventure to escape through the hell hole they were in.

Ever since the incident, Blair has been quiet and cautious. She would get defensive if anyone dared to put a hand on her, and almost got in trouble for doing so. Children at her school asked questions about what happened to her, some even came up to her to ask but she didn’t answer them, she walked away and went somewhere to be alone with Coco. She finds comfort from her best friend and family, they kept her safe and secured so nobody will harm her again. One day, Coco disappeared from school and she never saw her again until years later.

Everything in middle school went fine for Blair, at least she misses her best friend and continued to care for her little sister and parents. Particularly normal … for now.

High School flew by for Freshman year, she saw her best friend again, hugging her like it's the end of the world and asking her many questions of where she has been over the years. Only to have little answers and reassurance that she is okay. They both hung out like old times again, now gossiping and starting little rumors like teens they are. A boy in her history class decided to have a crush on her, placing small notes and gifts on her desk. It started with a secret admirer until it was revealed that it was a boy named Jun Kurotama.

He confessed his love to her, one day, and so they officially dated. They were seen talking to each other and holding hands in the hallways and classes. Blair kinda grew some popularity from it, making her a popular girl in school. They never kissed but instead he kissed another girl, she witnessed it and it broke her heart terribly. Jun tried talking to her about it, saying it was a dare but it was a lie. Blair took it harshly and walked off, never talking to him again.

To take her mind off of her heartbreak, she joined the cheerleading team with Coco. She successfully passed through the audition part, after practicing and such.

Over the past 1-2 years, she and Coco became the captains of the team, which made a few girls jealous of them both. She was bullied for being selected as captain by those girls but she doesn’t take it by heart, she has grown to ignore those who dared call her names or any other sorts but also to defend her loved ones. Example, Coco was fighting with a girl in the team because of being called names that are related to her father. She pulled her back from the fight and told the girl off to stay back or else she snitched on her to the coach.

In her math class, she was paired up with a boy for a project. He was a bit of a nerd, short, red eyes, and pointy horns. His name is Bendy. They both talked throughout the project, asking questions and helping each other with problems. He even went up to her to ask about anything project related after classes, which started a rumor about him having a crush on her. She is aware but doesn’t acknowledge it since she wasn’t really interested in him during the time.

After a few months of cheerleading, gossiping, and going through high school lessons, prom week is lurking up onto the list. Many boys in the school were asking to be her prom date but she denied most of them except for one … Bendy. He asked her shyly since the rumors are true, a few students were watching over what happened. She developed a crush on him from it ever since because she hasn't felt love in years.

Once prom day came, her mother helped her get ready for the special day, selecting the dress and borrowing the pearl necklaces from Allison. The rest is the makeup that she applied to herself. Once she was ready to go:

“Blair, honey!”

“Yes mom..?”

“...Have fun out there. Make sure that boy takes you home safely..if he drives or not.”

“I’ll see about that but thank you, mom”

She had fun. Sticking with her best friend, drinking punch and meeting the prom date. He was wearing his suit and seeing her in a beautiful dress made him fall for her hard. They eventually talked, getting to know each other a little bit before a slow song started to play. They both danced like there’s no tomorrow, despite the height difference they made it work. The Student Council announced the prom king and queen but Blair and Bendy didn’t win so they shrug it off since it doesn’t matter to them, what matters is having fun with each other.

Once the night passed, everyone at the school started to gossip about her and bendy, saying that they should’ve won, asking if they kissed after prom, or the big question “are you two dating?”. Bendy didn’t want to answer while for Blair, she only gave simple answers, “that’s none of your business, hun.”

Once graduation rolled around, she started to develop symptoms for the ink illness. She felt like she was going to die from there, going through each episode of it, her little sister witnessing it and crying, her best friend crying after witnessing the episode for the first time, all of it made her isolate herself because she didn’t want anyone else she loves to see her in that state.

Allison and Tom went to her to take care of her for a little while, giving her a talk about staying strong and “maybe there’s a way to cure this..”. It gave her an idea to find the cure. She was going to do it on her own but her parents suggested bringing Breeda along.

She was going to refuse the offer but she didn’t want to leave her behind so she brought her along. They both hug their parents goodbye and leave their home to go on their quest.

The rest of the backstory shall be revealed in the AU.

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crazylittlejester · 1 year ago

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I have been extremely scatterbrained today, so I didn't make as much progress as I wanted, but I did get the first small portion of Fi's origin story in LU EAH AU written.

The main issue I'm having is with the way the plot is working out, Fi has a vibrant personality prior to her sacrifice, and I'm not sure how exactly to approach that because from what I've heard, she's very emotionless in Skyward Sword. I'm trying to use that to my advantage by having her personality be erased on account of her soul being wiped clean as a part of the sacrificial process, but I feel like I'm reverse engineering something here.

As a side note, I'm leaning into the aesthetic of the mythological stories I've read and studied with some of this. Fi's actual birth takes place before this, but she's pretty much born the same way that Aphrodite was, except in Fi's case she comes from a mountain spring instead of the ocean.

Similarly, Ghirahim is spawned around the same time from a volcanic eruption, making them roughly the same age. Technically, they're not siblings, but they have very strong sibling energy.

Another side note, I'm not completely sure how to justify Demise's existence, but I'm toying with the idea that he's either Hylia's brother or spawned into existence because the world couldn't handle the imbalance caused by Hylia's existence without any checks and balances.

As for why he's referred to as "the Jabberwocky," I don't have a good reason for that, except that it sticks to the theme. I'm really just trying to give Hylia and Demise's story the same aesthetic as a fairy tale or mythological story to try and make it blend in with the setting because I don't know what to do with it and this version of Fi is now living in my head rent-free so obviously I have to write it.

Anyway, here's the ~225 words I finished before I got a headache.

Hylia could do many things, but making a soul out of nothing was not one of them. And, unfortunately for her, a soul was exactly what she needed to create the Vorpal Sword. The one thing that could stop the Jabberwocky, either by outright slaying it, or sealing it away between the pages of the world where it would never be able to harm another person. The problem was finding a suitable soul or substitute for one, because there was a stark difference between the properties bestowed upon the souls of mortals and the essence that deities were made of. She herself was very powerful, albeit significantly less potent than Din, Farore, and Nayru were since she was their child in the strange sort of way that divine creation formed secondary deities. But she couldn't very well ask The Golden Goddesses to sacrifice one of themselves, for that would throw the entire world's balance into chaos. Each one was equally valuable to maintaining the precious equilibrium that kept the world in order, even if Nayru was the patron goddess of order and the one whose power was behind the natural laws of the universe. No, she either had to use the soul of a spirit or find enough mortal souls that they would be strong enough together to contain the sort of power that she needed to give Link.

every single time i see an ask from you I get so excited that I finish up everything I’m working on, grab my dog, and go get comfy and cozy somewhere and ask everyone near me to shut up so I can focus because these make my day and i take it very seriously 👁️👁️

MOUNTAIN SPRING AND VOLCANIC ERUPTION!!! I LOVE IT.

OUGH HYLIA’S BROTHER WOULD BE INSANE /pos

THANK YOU FOR THE LITTLE SNIPPET I LOVED IT DUDE YOU’RE COOKING AND IM SO OBSESSED. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE MORE!!!!!

#jes talks #jes ask #lu eah au #losing my mind over this /pos

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south-sea · 2 years ago

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Ayo another one cause why not? ☯️-likes/dislikes headcanon ♒️-cooking/food headcanon for your Metal and Shadow AU!

we're having fun here 😎

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

shadow does not like being wet. being actively-in-water is marginally less terrible, but the feeling of wet fur against air is a gross sensory thing for him. so like, he'll take baths and showers, sure, but he'll hate nearly every second of it. (what he really needs is a full-body hairdryer that works in under a minute, honestly. an alien-hog can dream!) on the other hand, hotsprings are tolerable and in fact a small mercy when he's fatigued-- gross wet fur and all.

other things he's generally not a fan of: having his quills messed with, being stared at for too long by strangers (makes him think they're judging him for all the pale scar spots), and large flocks of birds. get too specific about dislikes otherwise and you start to land in "it's because trauma" territory.

he likes the smell of rain more than the sound of it. in general, if canon shadow is a city-dweller, second chance shadow is more of a nature guy. i mean he definitely doesn't have favorite types of trees or anything. definitely not. (it's crimson king maples among several others.) other than that, he definitely prefers the green and light blue chaos emeralds the most. it's mutual.

metal is perfectly neutral about Most Things. he maintains he doesn't "like" things, similar to how he doesn't "want" or "need" anything, either. it's sort of a loophole: he doesn't have opinions about items, but when it comes to actions, he could name a million (if he could bring himself to admit it, anyway). headpats from people he already likes, for example, and generally any amount of personal attention given to him that falls outside of the typical "repairs" category. treating him the way Rivals 2 shadow treats him is a pretty surefire way to cement the person as one of his favorite people. but watch out

dislikes are another matter entirely, though. negative emotions are much easier to identify/acknowledge. he's grown to despise mr. tinker, recoils at being referred to as any of the other ex-badniks' sibling, and generally dismisses anything to do with everything that came "before". he claims he doesn't care about appearances, and that's usually true, but mess him up on purpose (such as hitting him with a paintball), he will hold a grudge. this is especially true once he gets his upgrades.

treat him like a person and gain a powerfully devoted ally. damage his pride/ego/ability to fulfill his purpose and gain a lifelong enemy ranging anywhere from "could be misconstrued as playing a little too hard" to "avoid and only engage if he has a use for you" to "attack on sight".

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

even if he's vaguely aware shadow likes to cook, metal's generally not involved in the process beyond holding things for him.

that aside, shadow's entirely too picky about food sometimes. his general rule of thumb is "it can't be boring". it can't be Just Sweet. it can't be Just Sour. he's not snobbish about it and won't turn down "cheap" food at face value, but atmosphere and presentation go a long way too. e.g., typically he's not a fan of sweets because they tend to be the most "boring", but give him a churro at a fair and suddenly it's the best thing in the world.

here's a guy who went from "food is just fuel, i don't and shouldn't have any preferences", to (very) slowly accepting and in fact embracing food as a social and enjoyable thing. since then, exploring new foods has become a major staple in his new life.

root vegetables are among one of his favorites in things like soups/stews/curry, but especially if they're "al dente" as he refers to it. tomatoes, especially roasted or regular cherry, are somewhat of a comfort food at this point. he unironically likes (fancy) avocado on toast, mostly because avocados are a good example of the sort of earthy flavor he likes the most. french press coffee and spiced chai are up there too as favored "complex drinks".

finally, one of the things he regularly makes at home is a particular recipe. imagine a chocolate bar, right. imagine spiced chai. now imagine spiced chai in the form of a chocolate bar. he keeps these and regular (fairly expensive) dark chocolate in his bag as "essentials", and that became an established thing well before he started keeping medical kits in there. second chance shadow definitely has his priorities in order.

#'what do you mean the chaos emeralds like shadow back' i said what i said #sea answers #lovelyheartclover #second chance au #you're a star thank you

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acewithapaintbrush · 3 years ago

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Okay, first, I need to say the latest chapter of "A Place for Crows" is amazing! Second, how do you think the ROTMNT family would get along with the Madrigals?

Ah thank you so much ❤️🦋

I think they would all be a little bit weirded out by each other, the Madrigals more so of course since the turtles are already used to more mystic stuff than just themselves. But they'd get over it quickly.

Mikey and Donatello would be obsessed with Casita. Mikey of course cause it's fun to play around, slide down the stairs together with Camilo and Mirabel and Antonio and stuff. Donatello cause he wants to know how it all works or rather how he can replicate it with his tech. His smart lair kinda backfired but he never stopped dreaming of trying again and succeeding. Maybe Casita's 'functions' can give him some inspiration.

Also, Donnie would be so dismissive of Mirabel's sheepish explanation of "I don't have a gift"

"Scoff!" he would say. "Who needs gifts if you have a big brain and science! I know tech is not quite a thing here yet but let me show you the beautiful world of physics and Newtons three laws of motion"

The Madrigals are all like "awwwww" while the turtles just go "Oh shit".

The Madrigals find it cute until Mirabel gets a gleam in her eyes and almost breaks Camilo's nose with a trap she invented for when he enters her room without asking.

("Needs some adjusting" Donnie mutters while his big brother chews him out)

(Camilo forgives her very quickly when her next invention, a hot air balloon, fulfills his dream of flying)

For Leo I'm gonna indulge all my headcanons: he is the teams medic and so he would be all over Julieta and her cooking. He can't make magic food but some pointers for delicious chicken soup are very appreciated. But he is still a teenager and hanging around an adult all the time is so not his vibe (no matter how motherly she is and how warm and fuzzy her attention makes him feel inside) so I also imagine him spending lots of time with all the kids but especially Dolores. The gossip that girl can tell him! Hell yeah! And he can Portal the two of them right to the gossip so they can see it first hand, hehe.

Raph is a no brainer. He takes one look at Luisa and sees a kindred spirit. They both drink tea and lament over little siblings and their antics and even more over their own strength and how hard it is to be careful all the time. I think both of them will greatly benefit from each other and from giving each other tips. They will become attached at the hip.

April hears how Isabela changed her appearance and is still looking for her true self and goes full fashion and life style coach on her. April knows a thing or two about trying to be normal and fit in only to realize that the only thing you need to be is yourself. Isa is just fascinated with this confident girl who takes no shit and embraces her own self. She wants that too.

I don't have a real reason for this except that I really want to see Casey and Bruno just sitting a bit outside of the chaos and relaxing with some nice arts and crafts. They are both happy that they are back with family but it can all get a little bit overwhelming at times so it's nice to have someone who understands and has no problem just sitting side by side in silence and enjoy their families laughter and joy until the batteries are refilled and they are ready to rejoin the madness.

Alma doesn't know what to make of this little rat man (who btw fascinates and freaks Bruno out a little) but when they get to finally talking (being the family heads that they are) they realize that they have a lot in common. Splinter knows how it is to be overwhelmed by a legacy that was thrust onto you and that you didn't really want. How you'd rather have your beloved mother/husband back and how you feel that you can't let them down but go about it in all the wrong ways, almost alienating your family in the process instead of holding them close. The crushing weight of it all and how it makes you lose sight of what is important.

Splinter knows a thing or two about that and realizing that gives Alma some peace. They often sit side by side and watch their families, thankful for the second chance they were given.

#rottmnt #encanto #disney encanto #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt crossover #encanto crossover #Wow this got long #And wow this actually all makes sense and could work

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demonictales · 4 years ago

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May I ask for oneshot where reader sacrifices their golden core to Jiang cheng instead of Wei ying?

ioh my god. i love this idea. i hope you like what i’ve written. let me know if you enjoyed it! ♥ it turned out to be a bit long, im sorry. nearly 3k words tho.

Jiang Cheng x Reader

TW: burn wound, strong pain

When the Yunmeng Jiang Clan was attacked and taken over by the Wen Clan, Wei Wuxian, Jiang Yanli, and their brother Jiang Cheng were on the run. Wen Chao had made no secret of it that all three had fleed and had to be found immediately.

The whole cultivation world has been in chaos since the Qishan Wen Clan roamed the streets, destroying any clan that was even remotely against them without blinking an eyelid. The consequences for anyone who tried to defend themselves against the Wen Clan were fatal. Unfortunately, this has also affected the Jiang Clan and the now three siblings on the run.

Like so many in the Wen Clan, you couldn't help but move along with them. You were born into the medical family in the clan and often helped your cousin Wen Qing and spent time with Wen Ning. He was only two years younger than you. All three of you weren’t particularly fond of how Wen Chao did deal with the whole situation but you had no other chance but to obey the orders, mostly because just like Wen Qing, you helped her protect Wen Ning who to you was just like a brother as well.

It had been a rather quiet week for the three of you when suddenly the doors opened and three people stood in the middle of Wen Qing’s property. You had just created a few remedies when none other than Wei Wuxian, followed by his sister and Jiang Cheng, who appeared badly injured, appeared loudly and threatening.

Wen Qing seemed to be in control when you took care of Yanli. It seemed like she was a little weak so you gave her some medicine to strengthen her immune system and told her to take a rest for the day being. If she needed something, she could rely on you and ask for your help. You ended up talking to her and found out that both of you had quite a lot in common, turns out just like her, you weren’t so much into cultivation either, in fact your cultivation was low and you barely followed your interest in it. You were more of a reserved person, calm as most would describe you, introverted and quiet. You worked behind the scenes and were quietly aknowledged for your wisdom regarding poison and antidotes.

Leaving to prepare more medicine and helping Wen Ning cook, you learned that Wen Zuhliu has taken Jiang Chengs golden core which made you drop your current pot of boiling water burning yourself in the process. Wen Ning gently and quietly took care of your hand as you joined Qing for dinner. Talking about the passed day and what happened.

You were discussing the biggest issue at hand while Ning was quietly listening, slurping his soup. “ Is there a solution to Young Master Jiang’s issue? Is there a way to restore his golden core? ” You asked your cousin wondering if something like this was possible. The hope you had was taken from you when your cousin explained that it wasn’t possible but young master Wei would not stop searching for a cure.

The next morning was your usual daily routine. You woke up, read through some books, prepared some medicine for Yanli and worked on more antidotes and poisons, liquid, powder and pills, even some scented sachets to help you walk through poisoned fog without losing your mind completely until noon hit. You were instructed to bring some soup for Jiang Cheng. Holding the dark tray with some freshly cooked notorious soup in your hands you over heard the conversation of the two brothers inside the room. Not keen on eavsdropping you waited and listened anyway.

“Did you feel it? ---- “ A deep voice filled with sadness spoke quietly, as if he knew all hope was lost. “Feel what?“ Another asked curiously as he waited for an answer. “Well, I used all my spiritual power...“ Silence, followed by holding your breath before he continued as you listened quietly behind the door. “..in that palm. So, did you feel it? ---- “ He repeated his question. Listening, knowing he had lost his golden core made you uncomfortable. You could care less about your own golden core and spiritual power as you did not particularly need it for what you were studying but in his voice alone you could hear the silence of defeat. There was no more will in his tone.

“ Well, do it again. Hit me again. “ Wei Wuxian spoke, trying to reassure his brother, but he only refused. “ No need. It’s the same, no matter how many times I hit you. --- Wei Wuxian, do you know how Core Melting Hand gets his title? “ Cheng continued, voice steady but without any melody. “Because he can use his hands to crush another person’s golden core. ---- Whoever is hit by him can never form his core and will become an ordinary man after losing your spiritual power. “ Their conversation went on but your thoughts kept spinning. You only ever heard highly of this young masters reputation. He was arrogant and overconfident and exceptionally handsome, however, as to what you heard he seemed broken, not ready to be an ordinary man, as if it was the death sentence. It probably was the worst for any great cultivator to become ordinary, to become just a human being.

As you listened he got louder, talking about how Wen Zuhliu had taken their parents live and you immediately felt bad for the actions of the Wen Clan. You knew the situation was bad, but hearing things from the ones you helped while being a Wen yourself made you realize how much you truly did dislike being part of the cultivation world. With a quiet sigh you walked in, speaking up calmly, pretending you did not hear a word of what had been spoken you put the soup down on the table. “Hello young Master Wei. Young Master Jiang. --- Wen Qing instructed me to bring some soup for young master. ” You explained simply, bowed and left quickly.

The conversation you had been part of, if so secretly, had bothered you for the rest of the day until late night where eventually you got up and went to the study, looking and reading through the books, trying to figure out how to restore ones golden core after losing it. You could do only so much as to let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing your tired eyes. A sense of deep fault started to brew in your chest, being regretful as to what your clan had done wrong. This would hunt you for generations, if there would be anyone left.

You soon found out that Wei Wuxian had the same thoughts as you. By any means you did not know any of the Jiang Clan family members, but after a long talk with Master Wei, you could eventually persuade him to let you help him find a solution to the problem until Qing, you and Wuxian were arguing as to why it was not possible to transfer one golden core to another person. The chances were low, one must have luck on their side for it to work but at some point the desicion had been made, nevertheless, it had taken lots of time for Wen Qing to be coaxed into this plan. You were fast to offer your core for the transplant and an explanation was barely needed, you only spoke a few words that night.

“ I barely cultivate. My core might not be the strongest but it is not the weakest either. I do not care for cultivation, I do not need to to study medicine, to make pills and antidotes for the poison I creat. ---- Besides, my family has created enough damage. Master Wei, I shall give Young Master Jiang my golden core. ---- “

The plan was easy. He had to follow a path up the hill where he would meet his brother’s mother Master who could restore his golden core by pretending to be Wei Wuxian, the pupils son. What you had not calculated was the never ending pain you went through for the next few days. The burning fire that went from your core all the way through your veins, on the edge of fainting every possible second, but that would mean, the moment you lost control of that, of your conciousness, was a lost core for another. You hanged in there with all your might to the point where you cried out of pain, a sound you never thought you could make would rip through the room. Your own sweat burning your eyes as you fought yourself, your vision soon had gone blurry from the dizziness in your head, the stinging pain in your head making you nauseous. It felt like as if you were torn apart from the inside, the pain was to another extend, something you could not explain in words, something no one could ever feel no matter how they would be tortured. You only had to withstand one more night and it was over and you could rest. Just one more night and the transfer of the golden core would be succsessful and you could lead a normal ordinary live.

TIME SKIP - THE TRUTH

You have lived an ordinary live in Yunmeng, quietly and in hiding after you clan had been more or less extinguished. It was odd for one Wen family member to live among the Jiang Clan in secret but you did the best you could to hide your identidy until Wei Wuxians return, who to your surprise brought along Wen Ning. You only observed from a distance but you could not be happier to see your cousin still alive and walking next to Young Master Wei.

It was only when you met Wen Qing in secret that Master Wei had found out and brought you into Lotus Pier which did cause you great trouble the moment you encountered Jiang Cheng, who to this day, still had not manage to control his temper. No Wen Clan member as expected to be alive and now to be faced with another one who was responsible for his family’s death had awoken something in him. Anger, rage, the fact that there was still a Wen walking in Lotus Peer alive and breathing. Not something one would expect after 16 years.

You had no right to be here and you knew that, if it was only for Wei Wuxian that you had stepped into this territory, only for Wen Ning who seemed to be still the same, even after so many years, even if he was at the same time different. He was still family and if you did meet your death today, so it be.

There he stood, the Zidian in his hands gave of an energy that you could feel. The atmosphere was threathening. You had long stopped carrying your sword, no longer in need for it but of course Jiang Cheng insisted on it. “ Do you expect me to fight you without your sword? -- First you dare to step into Lotus Peer and now you even disrespect the general rules of cultivation. ” He spoke arrogantly, though his voice was underlying with rage. One could tell he was furious. “ I’m not here to fight, Clan Leader Jiang. --- I simply wanted to meet Wen Ning, it has been so long. ” You admitted quietly, reserved as always. “ I do not wish to cause more trouble. As for my sword, I have long stopped carrying it as I do not need it.” You explained quietly and with a steady voice as you bowed and turned to leave, just in that moment you felt the heat of a burning sting against your back, sending you flying to the ground in pain. Just before the second it hit you again, you could see someone blocking the hit for you, the rustling of chains being heard. The hit of the zidian was clearly something you did underestimate, especially now that you were weaker than before.

The only thing you could make out was that somebody picked you up as you heard a voice fainted in the background. Wei Wuxian has come to your side as Wen Ning explained the situation to him. It was a world known fact that nobody but yourself could draw their sword. It was in connection with your core, and once it died, it would seal itself forever.

“ Because the sword considers you as Wen Y/N. ---- ” Ning spoke, his features blank as he continued to explain the situation to Cheng. “What does that mean?” The clan leader furiously enquired, panic in his tone. “How can it consider me as her? ---- Why me? ”

“Because the golden core, functioning in your system is hers. “ Finally the truth had come to live. Something that had been hidden for more than 16 years. The endless nights of searching up methods of how to make it less painful, how to make it quick and most importantly if it could work at all where finally revealed.

Wen Ning kept on explaining everything to Jiang Cheng, whereas Wei Wuxian still held you in his arms checking to see if you were still breathing from the inpact of the Zidian you had suffered. Wen Ning could explain everything in detail to him, from the day he went up the hill, met that woman who was Wen Qing pretending, to how exactly they had transfered your golden core to him.

Jiang Cheng was in disbelief. He did not want to believe a single word from that came from Ning’s mouth. How could a Wen possibly this selfless and give up their own golden core. He tried to understand but now matter how he tried to process this, it did not make any sense to him. He was in utter disbelief, at a loss for words.

Again, he spoke. “You are talking nonsense. ---- ”

“I’m not. -- “ Ning countered.

“Shut up!“ He did not want to hear it. None of it. “ My golden core...My golden core...”

“It was repaired by Baoshan Sanren. ---“ The ghost general continued.

“ How do you know that? Wei Wuxian, --- What did you tell them? “

“ No! - Master Wei never told anyone about it. -- I saw it with my own eyes. “

“Liar! -- You were there? How could that be possible? “ Wanyin yelled at Ning. “ I was the only one that went up that mountain. There was no way that you followed me. “

Wen Ning kept on telling the whole story yet Jian Cheng still did not dare to believe a single word. It wasn*t possible. They must be lying, it was the only reasonable explanation to what was going on. Was he going insane? Why were they lying?

“ How did you know about it? -- “

“ I told you. -- I was there. Not just me. But also Master Wei, my sister and my cousin was there as well. “

This went on for minutes, minutes that did feel like hours explaining why a stone could not float in the water.

“That is not true. You are lying. --- Then why was my golden core repaired?“

“It was never repaired! “ Wen Ning yelled loudly.

“ No, no, no. NO!“

“Clan Leader Jiang. You should have seen it coming. The reason why you thought your core was repaired was my sister Wen Qing, the best doctor of the Wen Clan of Qishan and the sacrifice of my cousins golden core, Wen Y/N. “

At this point, he had no words left, his vision had become blury. He did feel regret towards you. You gave him shelter, you gave him medicine and did treat him with respect, yet your name was tainted with blood shed of his family for all eternity which he simply could not forget. Will never forget, refused to forget.

“She removed Lady Y/N golden core and transplanted it into you. -- Even if she was supposed to fight you today, her spiritual power is weak. If she did draw the sword, she could not last very long. --- She is a Wen, of the Wen Clan. My cousin. ---- We are hated by the whole world. Where could she possibly go. If people had found out earlier that she was still alive, she would have been gone long enough. She had suffered for three nights and two days straight. She did have to be awake throughout the whole procedure. ---- It was painful. “

Jiang Cheng was shedding tears for someone he barely knew or maybe because he could not believe the act of kindness this was.

“She gave up her core because she did not need it. She did not mind being ordinary but the most important thing was, she felt guilty for all the things Wen Chao had done to your family, to all the families that were slaughtered because of our clan. --- She sacrificed herself as a reimbursement to the loss that had been inflicted to you. Y/N had heard your conversation of how you could not stand being an ordinary man. ----- “

The scene fell quiet, as you were carried away bei Wuxian, closely followed by Wen Ning. Devastation was written all over his face, he became numb, the words echoing in his head, the memories of back then flashing before his eyes. He wondered how much she must’ve suffered? The pain she had to endure during those days.

However, how was he able to accept the fact that a Wen had given their golden core to him? The family, the clan he did despise the most.

#mdzs x reader #jiang cheng x reader #cdrama x reader #mdzs reader insert #the untamed x reader #jiang cheng #the untamed #cql x reader #cql #Anonymous

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trashcankitty12 · 3 years ago

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Introducing: Poinsettia “Etta” Sylvane.

(Lowkey my favorite Next Gen Kid.)

She’s the twin of Lily Sylvane and the younger sister of Willow Sylvane.

And the youngest child of Valkyrie and Flora Sylvane.

-Younger twin in the new Chaos Twins. She is arguably the scarier of the Duo. (Or at least, the most comfortable with violence.)

- Her birthday is May 15; a Taurus on Earth and a Satyr in the Magical Dimension. (And 14 going on 15.)

- Valkyrie is “Mom” and Flora is “Momma”. And Willow is “Brother Dearest” or “My Dragon”. (Cue the eyerolls.)

- Etta keeps her purple hair short, a bob style sort of. Her eyes are green and she has a bit of a darker skin tone than most from her realm. She also wears glasses, much like Willow does. (They blame their Mom for their poor eyesight.)

-She’s never met a challenge she wouldn’t take or a dare she wouldn’t do. Her whole personality is essentially ‘watch me’. Dragon’s help, Valkyrie finally understands what her mother meant about trying to “parent the you out of your child”.

-It’s why Etta tends to have more bruises and skinned-up knees and elbows compared to her siblings. And why she has more than her fair share of scars. Girl knows no fear.

- Etta, unlike her sister, sprouted wings during her “critical moment” in her magical development. Yes, she was a bit of a late ‘winger’ like most on her Momma’s side of the family, and she was sort of hoping to be a witch like her sister, but she couldn’t deny that she looked good with wings.

- Though this development did mean she’d go to a fairy school instead of CT with her sister, which brings up the dilemma of: They’ve never been separated for such long periods of time before. Longest they’ve ever been separated was when they went to separate summer camps. A total of two weeks tops.

- But she supposes being at Alfea will have its perks. (Like being in the prime spot to prank the more ‘spoiled and uppity fairies’ without having to sneak in.)

- Her magic is based on plant life, and while her sister has a soft spot for the poisonous plants in the world, hers are the carnivorous ones. (Her current working title is “Fairy of Carnivorous Plants”. Subject to change as her magic grows.)

- She’s a decent leaf surfer, though she’d never beat her twin’s speed records. Instead, she focuses on coming up with new styles and tricks to impress judges with.

- Etta, much like her Mom, tends to say whatever’s on her mind the moment it reaches her mind. She has very little filter from her brain to her mouth and this can cause problems for the young fairy. (Not that that bothers her either. She enjoys a good fight.)

- She enjoys sword fighting, having first picked it up with her siblings at the insistence of their Mom. But she is the only one who actively continues to work on her sword work. She’s even competed in the Junior Sword Fighting League a few times. (Never came in first, but she’s gotten close. Her last tournament placement was in the Top 5.)

- Etta is a social butterfly, though that’s not to say she has ‘social graces’. Oh sure, she knows how to put on a show when important people are around, people who could make her Mom’s job harder if she showed out, but when it’s just a group of people, she’s just herself. And people seem to like the blunt, somewhat harsh fairy. A few even enjoy hearing what sorts of insults she can come up with. (She’s creative like that.)

- While her sister enjoys making tea and cooking ‘normal’ meals, Etta enjoys baking. Yes. Baking. Got a problem with that? You’d better not, or you’ll miss out on whatever amazing pastry she’s made.

- (She picked up baking from both her grandmothers and her Momma. She finds the whole process to be calming and it helps keep her centered. She’s even figuring out a few vegan options for her sister.)

-Etta is the twin who reacts quickly and intensely to misdeeds done against her or her friends. And her retaliations tend to end in tears or blood.

- She’s not afraid of getting her hands dirty. Not just where gardening and keeping up the family greenhouse is concerned, but just in general. She’s a very ‘I’ll do whatever it takes, consequences be damned’ sort of person.

- Etta has a cat familiar, just as her siblings. Her’s is a black cat named Shade. He always helps her with her planning.

- Alfea is a bit of an adjustment to Etta. She’s more used to the aesthetics and auras of the dark realms, and Alfea is just very… Pink. (Even more so than her Momma and Lily.)

-But she’s working through it with her friends. Her biggest help being Layla and Nabu’s daughter, her best friend. (Outside of Lily and Shade.)

- And she’s starting to get annoyed at the looks some of the other fairies give her. She’s not going to conform, get over it. Or better yet, make a challenge to her.

-So far, she’s upset about how only higher-level students get to take the divination classes. But she’s not going to let it get her down, all she has to do is keep practicing with her tarot cards and have Lily fill her in on how the CT classes work.

- Flying courses are fun, though she’s far from the fastest flyer. She does work to have the most style and elegance though. After all, she has a family legacy to retain.

- Her favorite class is Physical Education. While fighting and understanding her magic is important, she enjoys getting, well, physical, in a fight. There’s just something about relying on herself instead of her magic that makes her happy. (She’s even enrolled in an extra boxing course. She’s in love with it.)

- She’s not a fan of transfiguration. The concentration needed to make you look like someone else is just not for her.

- Not really a fan of the Meditation Classes or anything related Miss Dufour’s etiquette and social graces classes. (She’s not a fucking princess, why does she have to take these classes?)

-Etta’s not much for gender-conforming either. For most of her school dances, she’s planned on wearing suits. (And no, she’s not a lesbian. That’s her sister. She’s BI. There’s a difference.)

-(She just likes showing up the RF students. Proving she looks better in suits than they do, can fight better than they can, etc. Again, this just goes back to her being into daredevil stunts and up for any challenge.)

- Etta’s currently trying to talk some of her guy friends into letting her into RF’s garage so she can learn how to drive a levibike. Why? So she can race the others. Why? For fun.

- Due to this part of Etta, her friends have laid out rules for a ‘tame’ version of Truth or Dare. Mostly because of the problems she caused at their last game. (They could have been expelled if Griselda had found out. Which she almost did.)

- (It involved sneaking into Black Mud Swamp. Never again will they play the ‘normal’ version of Truth or Dare again. At least, not with Etta.)

- When she manages to graduate from Alfea (assuming she doesn’t get herself expelled for some prank or for a fight or any other reason), she wants to travel and write about her discoveries. The Magical Dimension is vast and there’s no telling what’s out there, just waiting to be found.

- (And no, she will not be stealing artifacts or magic. That didn’t work out well for her Nana Griffin or her grandfather and she’s not stupid enough to think it’d work for her.)

#winx club #winx club next gen #winx club oc #next gen #next gen oc #etta sylvane #'fight me' fairy #winx club oc child #winx club oc and flora child #winx club flora and valkyrie child #winx oc #winx next gen

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jadethest0ne · 4 years ago

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In your OH! Au what is each brother’s particular dynamic with each other? I saw your tall and smoll comparison with Raph and Leo and was wondering about the others as well.

I actually have a lot written on this in my notes. Here’s the non-spoilery stuff that I can share:

Leo and Raph - You can read here for the Tol and Smol content ;3 Also, as I mentioned in that post that the two of them spar a lot with each other. I’d like to add that because of this, during fights with enemies, they’re good at reading each other's movements, allowing them to make combo moves on the fly with little to no preparation or prior planning.

Mikey and Raph - These two are a chaotic duo. Mikey and Raph have the lowest amount of self-preservation in the group, and are the most likely to run into a fight or messy situation without thinking. It usually goes that Raph’s rash behavior often gets them into trouble, while Mikey’s quick thinking often gets them out of it, and they will often leave a lot of destruction, and angry and confused villains in their wake. On the flip side, they’re the duo that is most in touch with their feelings and are very good at teaming up to support their siblings if they’re feeling down. Mikey will often cling to or climb over Raph, and Raph is happy to oblige. Out of the four, Raph is most into sports, especially hockey, and Mikey is usually the one he’ll go to to play with or try knew techniques. These two are also the best at skating and skateboarding.

Mikey and Leo - Leo is the younger brother this time and Mikey sometimes has trouble reigning their often mischievous sibling in. Mikey is generally really lax with their other brothers, but tends to be a little bit more no-nonsense with Leo. It’s partially because Leo is Mikey’s only younger brother, but also because Leo sometimes has the most difficulty with his emotions and Mikey feels the need to “help” out. This can get on Leo’s nerves, but ultimately, he is grateful for his older sibling. Mikey is one of the few people that is able to get Leo to laugh consistently, and he enjoys their often corny jokes and puns. Leo is often the one that Mikey comes to when they’re excited about something they like and Leo will gladly listen to them for hours. They’ll sometimes collaborate on creating stories together as well.

Mikey and Donnie - Similar to their relationship with Leo, Mikey is the emotional support to Donnie’s more guarded personality. Meanwhile, Donnie’s straightforward and analytical mind is something that Mikey relies on and keeps them grounded to reality more. If Mikey is stuck on a plan that needs a bit less chaos and a bit more actual planning, they’ll turn to Donnie. Mikey very much respects Donnie’s science and technology, even if he doesn’t really get it all the time. They geek out about musicals and fantasy based rpgs a lot, and collaborate on clothing designs as seen here.

Donnie and Raph - Out of the four turtles, Donnie and Raph are the oldest and have known each other the longest. They take a lot of comfort in each others’ presence, Donnie’s cooler nature being very grounding for Raph, and Raph being a strong, protective force for Donnie. Their personalities and attitudes are incredibly different, and they don’t share that many interests, but they enjoy hanging out in the same space doing their own thing. They share a room that looks like a weird Frankenstein patchwork of their two opposing aesthetics (which is a description that both of them would appreciate - Donnie for the reference to the first true science fiction novel and Raph for the monster vibes). They enjoy playing puzzle games together.

Donnie and Leo - Out of the four, Donnie and Leo probably get each other the most. They’re both the most morally ambiguous of the bunch, and aren’t opposed to using underhanded or unnecessarily violent means when dealing with enemies. While Raph and Mikey can be a danger to themselves when they team up, Donnie and Leo are often a danger to others. Raph and Mikey will go into a situation without thinking; Donnie and Leo scheme, and it will always end badly for whoever is on the receiving end. They aren't allowed to team-up on missions because they will cause absolute havoc and likely topple several world governments (either accidentally or on purpose) in the process. They have similar pasts and emotional scars and understand each other in that way. The two will go to Raph and Mikey for when they want comfort or to open up, but if they just want someone who understands, they will go to each other.

The Turtles and Splinter - Splinter is a relatively young parent that was not expecting to have to take care of four rowdy teens. As such, he can be a little directionless with his parenting, but get him into “teaching” mode and he’s usually good. He is sometimes an overly relaxed parent and allows the boys to do almost whatever they want, but is very protective over them when danger is involved. He also makes sure to spend time with them when he’s not out and trying to provide for them. Mikey will often join him in the kitchen and help him cook or bake. Leo likes meditating and gardening with Splinter. Raph trains a lot with Splinter, and watches martial arts films with him. And with Donnie, Splinter is one of the few people that he can techno-babble at without his audience getting too bored or confused (Splinter may not get all of it, but the two have similar “lecture” voices and hold an appreciation for education).

#oh!turtles #famato #hamato clan #character dynamics #tmnt #once human #tmnt once human #tmntoh #ask #jadethest0ne #Anonymous

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vancilocs · 4 years ago

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Half and half with gilly and mallory aand lyssa and izkiel?

sorry i made pancakes

1. Who wakes up first?

If they don't wake up to the same alarm, I think Mallory by just a little bit

2. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Neither really? They can return for a bit of a cuddle after a morning jog and coffee or something though

3. Who takes longer getting ready?

Probably Mallory, redrawing her eyeliner for the 17th time

4. When they can’t sleep, what do they do?

Snuggle, read, chat a little

5. Who falls asleep while watching a movie?

If Gilly has had a long day at work

6. Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile?

Mallory is typically out cold within five minutes of putting her head into the pillow, free game for Gilly

7. Who comes up with the cheesy pick-up lines?

Probably Mallory

8. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart?

While Gilly is more the mediator who's used to making sure younger siblings don't cause chaos, Mallory is that younger sibling causing chaos so she can get very into it

9. Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling?

Mallory wants to be chivalrous but in her haste doesn't check the label

10. Who sets the other’s ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back?

Neither, das rude

11. Who rearranges the bookshelf/DVD shelf in alphabetical order?

Maybe Gilly

12. Who does the hands-over-the-eyes “Guess Who” thing?

Mallory, Gilly wouldn't risk doing it to someone who knows like 5 types of self-defense

13. Who points out a dog when they see one?

Both

14. Who’s prone to road rage?

Neither, though Mallory can cuss a bit

15. Who’s prone to wearing socks indoor (or to sleep)?

Gilly gets colder much easier than Mallory does

16. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)?

Gilly, woman you are half Irish you will die

17. Who carries all the important documents while traveling?

Both can

18. Who gets the window seat?

Whoever wants it this time

19. Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other?

Neither on purpose, but if the hands need to be warmed the other is ready

20. What do they argue about the most?

If they argue about anything, I guess it's work related. More than arguing with each other it's Mallory getting heated about smth and complaining to Gilly

21. Who’s clumsier?

Both are pretty stable on their feet

22. Who texts more often?

Mallory has lots of things to say

23. Who is better with kids?

Both are good, Mallory is more fun big sister kind while Gilly is the stricter big sister type

24. Who’s the better cook?

Mallory can make healthy and balanced meals, Gilly is good with spices, they're equally as good

25. Who mistakes salt for sugar?

If Mallory is in a big hurry, she might

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26. Who puts the fork in the microwave?

Izkiel if Lyssa doesn't notice in time

27. Who cooks at 2 in the morning?

Izkiel's schedules are all over the place, he will throw a pizza bagel in there at any hour

28. Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 a.m.?

Also Izkiel

29. Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies?

Both can, usually Lyssa lets Izkiel do it if he likes

30. Who likes doing the dishes?

Neither really.

31. Who has bigger cravings? What are they?

Lyssa sticks to her diet for her health, if Izkiel has a sweet tooth then him

32. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Both know what the other likes and what's good for them

33. How do they eat ice cream? What’s their favorite flavors?

Lyssa eats it sometimes, plain vanilla is best.

34. Do they go on dates? What are they like?

If they have time, sounds fun. Go out for dinner, go to a club for a moment, have some drinks but make sure to get home before Lyssa's energy runs out

35. What do they smell when they smell amortentia?

Deodorant/perfume, hand sanitizer mainly

36. Which one is the secret snuggler?

They're not secret about it, and nobody can blame Izkiel for liking snuggling Lyssa

37. Which one offers their jacket to the other when they complain they feel cold?

Lyssa, her evarian side endures cold much better so she can hand her jacket over if Izkiel complains

38. Who reaches for the other one’s hand while driving?

If anyone then Izkiel because Lyssa keeps both her hands on the wheel at all times

39. Who leaves little notes in the other one’s lunch? (Bonus: What does it say?)

Lyssa might, just small little ones like "have fun at work!" or "I love you!" with little smiley faces and kittens and hearts doodled.

40. Who is the most affectionate?

They're both sweet for each other, Lyssa might be a bit less awkward about it but they're both affectionate

41. Who is the big spoon/little spoon?

They switch

42. What is their favorite feature of their partner?

Jawline, chest, hands, eyes for Lyssa, cheeks, hair and hands for Izkiel, also her general roundness

43. What is the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Lyssa just got a bit more shy and sweeter around him, asking more about his day and wanting to know more about him whenever he happened to show up at her clinic

44. What are their nicknames for each other?

General pet names, usually

45. Who worries the most? Over what?

Lyssa worries about Izkiel's wellbeing at his job, he worries about her health and how she's holding up

46. Who initiates kisses?

Could be either really

47. Who says I love you first? How did it happen?

It just came out from Lyssa when Izkiel was being a goof

48. Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first?

Lyssa's uncle Odin basically watched it develop since he also works at the clinic (and snitched to her parent immediately). They're pretty protective over her but she's also a grownup and Izkiel seems like an okay dude so... it's fine. Probably. Izkiel had to tell his folks separately, Kenzo noticed the development but he also kept forgetting about it

49. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Their own thing, Lyssa is always busy at the clinic, at home she cleans and organizes, looks after her few plants. Izkiel tries to nurture a singular cactus and keep his living space somewhat clean when he's not at work

50. Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness?

I think Izkiel might take some time to process Lyssa being sweet and cute at him

#the pancakes gave me a tummyache but i'm being brave abt it #long oc thing #don't let your boss see the cute little note your gf put in your lunch it would end badly

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tsarisfanfiction · 5 years ago

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Grounded pt1

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Family Characters: Scott, Virgil, Gordon, John

Re-watched Buried Treasure and Venom and this little muse dug its claws in - Scott took a bit of a beating in the former, and then doesn’t pilot TB1 or even the pod even though speed is of the essence in the latter. This isn’t finished - don’t know if the eventual thing will be a oneshot or multichap on AO3/FFN - or even proof read because it’s midnight and I’ll get yelled at if I don’t go to bed now, but muse wouldn’t shut up, so here’s 4k words of whatever this is gonna end up being. Title is also still a wip.

It was an exhausted Scott Tracy that dragged himself into his shower at the end of what had been a day he honestly wished had never happened. A trip into a trash mine had never been on his bucket list – and even if he’d known about the things before today, it still wouldn’t have featured on his bucket list – and after the chaos that had ensued, he would be delighted if he never had to enter one again. Somewhere in the big brother part of his mind labelled Gordon was a mental note to make sure his second youngest brother never went in one again, either. While Scott was all for his brothers making friends, he had concerns about his budding acquaintance with the woman known only as Scraps.

He wasn’t entirely sure Gordon had told the truth when he said he’d never gone scavenging himself, and he certainly wasn’t sure Gordon wouldn’t if the opportunity presented itself. After the hydrofoil, the blond had gained a ‘if today was my last day’ attitude and refused to let new experiences pass him by; it was understandable, but more than a little stressful for Scott at times.

The mission had been a success, but it hadn’t felt like it when both his accompanying brothers were stewing in angry silence over the comms on the way back, Scraps (encouraged by Gordon) had insisted he fork out the quite frankly ludicrous price of the stretchy toy, and the owners of the site were breathing down his neck about destruction of their property. Apparently they didn’t care that it was Scraps who had damaged their WRM when IR had wrecked their park and were well known to be the Tracy family – that is, known to be filthy rich. It had been a very expensive day for both him personally and the family at large, and just to compound it all he’d come home to the news that while the Mechanic was now willingly working on the engine, the price of that had been the Hood finding out about their plans.

Brains’ furious lecture about the mole pod had just been the icing on the cake. Scott had tried to save it and nearly got himself munched by the mechanical monster in the process, but apparently trying wasn’t good enough. He understood – he did. Every time Brains had to build them a new pod so they could keep functioning at full capacity was another delay on the T-Drive engine. It was just one more thing he didn’t need in a day where the only highlight was the fact that at least their rescue hadn’t failed where it counted – Scraps was alive, and being treated for shock and a fractured rib at her local hospital.

Speaking of ribs…

Four long, gruelling hours after the rescue finished, Scott finally had the chance to peel his dirty, mud-splattered uniform away from his aching body and assess the physical damage he’d sustained. His suit was reinforced and designed to protect him, but it had its limits, and Scraps’ shrill scream to stop forcing Gordon to make an emergency stop – just for the sake of a damned toy – had slammed his torso into the rigid exoskeleton of the dragonfly pod.

Just because their pods couldn’t stand up to a WRM didn’t mean they weren’t solidly built. Very solidly built. Scott had felt a sadly all-too familiar sensation of at least one rib breaking at the contact, but with their lives still decidedly in peril hadn’t had the chance to do anything about it. Their frantic flight for the surface, where he had nothing but his uniform and what shelter he could glean from the front of the pod to protect him from their forceful resurfacing, hadn’t done him any favours either.

It spoke volumes that both his brothers were so annoyed with him – one of them for reasons outside of his control, which was very unlike Virgil – that neither of them had noticed how stiffly he’d been standing. They hadn’t even glanced at him twice despite knowing that he’d been on the outside of a pod travelling at high speeds through a tunnel, and while there was always a part of Scott who hated to worry his brothers and hid injuries he found himself wrong-footed at the fact he’d got away with it.

The painkillers he’d popped the moment he was back in One, out of sight, had done their job to get him home, but after four hours they were wearing off, pain stabbing its way through his chest. He should go to the infirmary, get a scan to see how bad it was and maybe even reluctantly tell someone, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. Virgil might be in a bad mood with him, but he’d instantly feel guilty for not noticing, and Grandma would not go easy on her favourite grandson for neglecting something as basic as a health check after a dangerous manoeuvre, no matter how annoyed he’d been with the person in question.

He had a stock of painkillers in his ensuite, like they all did, for minor things like bumps and bruises. They weren’t supposed to be used in relation to any unreported injuries, but Scott had already decided he couldn’t report it, and besides, he was the commander. He could bend a few rules – it wasn’t his first rodeo with broken ribs, anyway. He knew how to treat them. Painkillers, ice if he could get some without causing suspicion, and rest when he could snatch it.

This was a case of snatching some rest – it was dinner soon, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d skipped Grandma’s cooking and it wouldn’t be the last. It wouldn’t raise any eyebrows if he wasn’t there; he doubted his brothers would be if they could escape.

Looking in the bathroom mirror, it was clear straight away that he’d taken quite a hit. Mottled bruising decorated his torso and shoulders – the first from the collision with the pod, the second from breaking through the surface. Tentative probing with his fingers told him what he already knew as his chest flinched away from the touch with a spike of pain. At least one broken rib.

He’d sneak some ice from the freezer once everyone else was in bed, but for the time being he had a long overdue date with his shower and popped a fresh dose of painkillers before easing himself under the water. Ideally, Scott wanted a hot one, but the broken rib meant he kept it cool in an attempt to soothe the swelling. Brown water swirled around his feet, finally washing away the dirt he’d acquired in the trash mine, and he let himself relax as the painkillers kicked in.

The mission finally felt like it was over. He couldn’t say the day was over, because he still had the never-ending pile of reports for both the GDF and Tracy Industries to write up and there was never any telling when the next emergency call would come in, but no more trash mine, no more furious gardeners or landowners.

Just Scott and-

“Scott, sorry to interrupt your shower but there’s another situation.” John appeared suddenly and Scott jumped, muffling a curse as his ribs informed him that painkillers or not, that was not appreciated. He sighed instead.

“F.A.B.” He rubbed his face tiredly, beyond glad their bathroom cameras didn’t transmit anything below the neck so his decorative torso was hidden from his ever-attentive brother… who had apparently also missed that he’d been slammed hard into the pod. “I’ll be in the lounge in two.” He wanted to say five, but it normally only took two minutes and longer would make John suspicious.

“See you there.” John vanished and he let out another breath, turning off the water. Strictly speaking, he shouldn’t fly with a broken rib, or go on a rescue at all, but as long as he took it easy it would be fine.

Two minutes later found him in the lounge, apparently the last one there. Virgil and Gordon didn’t acknowledge his arrival and he tried not to let it sting. They’d work with him on the rescue – it wasn’t the first time they’d gone on a rescue mid-row, and no doubt wouldn’t be the last. The perils of living and working full time with siblings. Alan, at least, gave him a big grin and he returned it as best he could before turning to John, who was hovering impatiently in the middle of the room. He was always impatient when they weren’t all immediately available; Scott didn’t take it personally.

“Good, you’re here,” John acknowledged. “We’ve got a collapsed mineshaft with a worker trapped inside in Cornwall, England. His colleagues all got out okay but they don’t have the gear to get him out without risking a bigger collapse.”

“F.A.B., John,” Scott replied. “I’ll go on ahead in Thunderbird One. Virgil, Gordon, follow me in Thunderbird Two.” Another underground rescue, and another mole pod needed. Typical. Still, if it was really only simple, he wouldn’t be needed for more than co-ordination. He could handle that. “Virgil, have you had the chance to replace the lost gear from the trash mine?”

“All replaced,” Virgil confirmed, heading for his launch chute. “We’re out of spares now, though, so we’d better not lose this one.” Scott winced – that wasn’t good.

“I’ll bear that in mind,” he said, reaching up towards his lamps and pulling them down towards his chest as always, glad that the painkillers had more or less kicked in so the movement didn’t make his ribs flare up in pain. The last thing he saw before being whisked around into his chute was Alan, looking somewhat dejected at being left behind, again.

They’d barely needed Gordon for the mission – if Scott was at full health he would have entertained leaving him behind – so there was no reason to bring Alan. Still, there was a scolding voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like Grandma telling him he should have let Alan take Thunderbird One and take a rest himself.

If Thunderbird Three was needed while they were gone, Alan would be fit to pilot, he argued back. Thunderbird One would be tough, but he conceded that there was no way he could launch into space with at least one broken rib. The voice quietened but he knew it wasn’t pacified.

The painkillers diluted but didn’t entirely quash the pain of suiting up, but with no-one around to see he could gasp without fear of being caught, and soon he was scrambling into his pilot seat – still muddy; cleaning his ‘bird had been next on the priority list after the shower, because apparently his brothers had decided not to help him out on that front.

If suiting up was bad, launching was worse. He’d anticipated that, throwing his comms onto mute – John knew better than to interrupt during the launch sequence unless it was truly urgent so there shouldn’t be anyone to see him – as he gasped for breath against the stinging of his chest. Full speed was out of the question, but as it was a rescue they already knew what they’d need, he didn’t have to get there much before Thunderbird Two, so he settled for an almost bearable Mach 10 and flicked his comms back on, hoping John wouldn’t ask questions.

Presumably John had reached the same conclusion as him, as his decision of half max speed wasn’t commented on when his brother made contact a few minutes later to continue the debrief with additional information coming in from the danger zone.

It was a textbook rescue, a fact Scott was incredibly glad for as he let Virgil take the mole pod down, followed by Gordon with stabilising foam to stop the mine collapsing any further. In and out, no complications, no injuries. The trapped worker emerged from the pod shaken but otherwise fine and Scott watched Virgil check him over thoroughly to be safe as he and Gordon secured both intact pods back inside the module, where they belonged.

“I’ll see you back at base,” he told his brothers as he headed back to his ‘bird. Gordon gave him a crisp nod while Virgil gave no indication that he’d heard – as he was still checking the rescuee over, Scott hadn’t expected one. Gordon’s reaction told him everything he needed to know – the attitude was still professional-only. He wasn’t yet forgiven for whatever transgression it was Gordon was mad at him about. It was nearing midnight at home, though; they were all tired and Scott fully expected it to all blow over by morning, once they’d had some sleep.

The site supervisor was waiting for him as he approached.

“Just wanted to say thank you again,” the woman said, sticking out her hand. He took it and hid a wince at her particularly vigorous shake. It was too soon for more painkillers, but this particular dose was wearing off already; the flight home was not going to be fun.

“Just doing our job,” he returned, polite smile on his face, and carefully retracted his hand. She let him.

“Your job’s an impressive one,” she winked at him, before her gaze wandered slightly. Scott wanted to groan – he knew that look, and normally he’d play along, maybe even see if he could score if he was feeling particularly lucky, but he was physically tired, emotionally drained, and in pain. No flirting for him today.

He just nodded at her, smile slightly more genuine because regardless of the situation it always gave him a bit of a boost when he got attention of that sort – not that he’d dare admit that to his brothers, or they’d never let him forget it – and she laughed.

“I’d say another time, but I’d hope we don’t need your assistance again,” she grinned, and before Scott realised it was coming, there was a playful elbow in his ribs. Nothing hard, not even something he’d normally react to, but his ribs screamed and he gasped, instinctively doubling over before forcing himself straight again.

He fervently hoped his brothers hadn’t noticed, but didn’t dare glance around to check.

“Oh, I’m so-”

“You’re right, hopefully you won’t need us again.” He overrode her apology, sent her another small grin, and got himself back inside the safety of his ‘bird as quickly as he could without seeming like he was running away. His ribs burned and he eyed the first aid cabinet, sorely tempted, but squashed the impulse. Piloting in pain wasn’t advisable, but piloting overdosed on medication was potentially fatal. Taking a moment to settle, he opened up a link to Thunderbird Five.

“I’m returning to base now,” he informed his brother. “Rescue complete; Virgil and Gordon are finishing up with the worker, but they’ve got it all in hand and I’ve got a shower to finish.”

“F.A.B.,” John acknowledged, a small grin on his face at Scott’s mention of a shower. “I’ll see if I can get the world to wait on getting itself into any more trouble until you’re done, big brother.”

“That would be nice,” Scott grinned, settling back in his chair more comfortably and ignoring his ribs. They both knew John couldn’t control that, especially not with the Hood and his Chaos Crew running around, but sometimes it was nice to pretend. “Thunderbird One out.”

He muted his comms again – against protocol, but he doubted Virgil or Gordon would be calling him up for a chat given the way they were cold-shouldering him and he’d already addressed John – before taking off. VTOL launches were far gentler with the G-forces, but unlike earlier, he wasn’t riding high on the full effect of the painkillers, so it hurt worse as he accelerated.

Mach 8 would be plenty to get him home, he decided, unwilling to risk anything faster than necessary, and once he was cruising he unmuted his comms, confident he wouldn’t have missed anything.

“-ott. Scott. Thunderbird One are you listening to me?”

Virgil sounded furious. That didn’t bode well.

“Reading you loud and clear, Thunderbird Two,” he replied. “What’s happened?” He reached out in preparation of turning his ‘bird’s nose back the way he’d come.

“What’s happened, he asks,” Virgil steamed, hologram materialising. He was standing firmly upright, arms crossed and one hand tapping on his arm. “The site supervisor wanted to know why you’re working with a rib injury.”

Dammit.

“Virgil-” he started, not quite sure how he was going to deflect the accusation. His brother didn’t give him a chance.

“Don’t Virgil me,” he snapped. “Get back here so I can see why she thinks you’re injured.”

“It’s fine,” Scott lied. “Nothing serious. I’ll see you back at base.” He cut the call, which in immediate hindsight was stupid decision, but to his surprise, Virgil didn’t immediately call back. Still, he switched his comms back to mute and eyed his speed. If he wanted to get back before Thunderbird Two, Mach 8 would be enough, but if Virgil pushed his ‘bird, it wouldn’t leave him with much time to grab a shower and smuggle some ice. Gritting his teeth, he pushed her up to Mach 10, swallowing the grunt of pain from the additional pressure.

Almost immediately, Thunderbird One started to slow.

“Hey!” he yelped. The absolute last thing he needed was his ‘bird crashing. It might give him enough injuries to hide the fact his ribs were already broken, but wrecking his ‘bird was not worth avoiding a lecture. He tried to correct it, but her controls jammed under his hands. “Oh you’re kidding me,” he groaned, preparing himself to stand up and get to the reset. What had even happened? She hadn’t been damaged since the Icarus, and Brains and Virgil had both sworn through and through that she was fully functional again. There was no reason for-

His holographic display lit up with the icon for Thunderbird Five.

Ah. Dammit. Virgil had got John on his case.

Reluctantly, he unmuted his comm and immediately got blasted with three brothers all yelling at him. The temptation was there to simply mute them again, but instead he sighed and leaned back in his chair, waiting for them to stop.

“-t mute your comms ever-”

“-swer us you-”

“-re you an idiot-”

They didn’t, but their voices were getting more and more frantic, and he realised they were starting to panic at his lack of a response. He groaned.

“You don’t need to shout, I can hear you just fine,” he told them. “John, what are you doing with Thunderbird One?”

“Landing,” his brother said abruptly. “You’re just coming up over the Sahara so I’m putting you down there. Thunderbird Two is en route.”

“This really isn’t necessary,” Scott complained. “Can’t we deal with this at home?”

“You mean in another two hours, providing we don’t get another callout or distraction so you can slip away again?” Virgil asked dryly. “No, we’re doing this now, and if I find anything worse than a minor bruise you’re finishing the trip home in Thunderbird Two’s medbay.”

Scott groaned, having absolutely no desire to be subjected to that. “Seriously, guys, I’m fine.” Thunderbird One’s VTOLs fired as her speed dropped, and he felt her land. Looking out of the viewing window, he saw sand and more sand. The Sahara, as John had promised.

“We’ll be the judge of that,” Gordon scowled.

“Thunderbird Two is five minutes out from your location,” Virgil informed him coolly. “Stay where you are.”

Thunderbird Five’s insignia was still firmly ensconced in the holographic display, informing him that John had not retracted his override. As much as he wanted to, there was no way he was going anywhere until his brothers had satisfied themselves. He groaned again and eyed the medical cabinet once more. It was still too soon to take another dose, but he knew there was no way any of them would be letting him pilot the rest of the way home anyway.

The relief from pain would not be worth the lecture from Virgil and then Grandma. Reluctantly he turned away from it and closed his eyes, listening out for the engines of Thunderbird Two. His brothers kept the channel open, talking to each other and occasionally shooting a question his way – presumably to make sure he hadn’t passed out on them – which he answered reluctantly.

True to Virgil’s words, five minutes after John had landed his ‘bird there came the sound of Thunderbird Two’s VTOL overhead, and he jabbed at his seat controls to leave his ‘bird, seeing no point in sitting and waiting for them to descend on him when he’d be dragged into Thunderbird Two anyway. Some battles weren’t worth fighting.

“Scott!” Virgil strode across the short distance between the two ‘birds, grabbing his arm as soon as he was in reach as though he thought he’d flee if given the chance. With John still controlling his ‘bird, Scott thought the gesture unnecessary. “You absolute idiot. Thunderbird Two, now.” The hand gripping his bicep didn’t give him much of a choice, forcibly guiding him towards the lowered hatch.

Gordon was waiting in the cockpit, arms crossed and eyes like fire. Beside him, the cockpit’s stretcher had been lowered.

“Sit,” Virgil snapped, dragging him over to it. Scott obeyed reluctantly, and scowled at the medical scanner immediately deployed. It didn’t take long to flag up amber along his various bruises, and red at his ribs. He didn’t hear what Virgil ground out under his breath, but he was fairly certain it wasn’t language he’d use in front of their grandmother. “John, take One home. Scott’s piloting nowhere.”

“F.A.B.” Scott knew his brother well enough to hear the anger in those three letters. His ‘bird’s VTOL roared to life and he watched her take to the sky through the cockpit windows.

“When did this happen, Scott?” Virgil demanded, setting the scanner to one side and tugging at his zip. Scott batted his hand away, taking over. He still had enough pride to not be undressed by his brother. Two sets of brown eyes narrowed dangerously as the bruising became visible.

Caught, there was nothing to be gained by lying. “Last mission, when the pod stopped suddenly.” A flash of guilt swept across Gordon’s face.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” the aquanaut demanded. He shrugged, then winced when his body reminded him that the painkillers were all but worn off.

“Didn’t exactly get the chance,” he said. “Couldn’t do anything about it at the time because we were trying not to become WRM food, then there was the thing with the Mechanic and the Hood, and the landowner wanted compensation for the damaged WRM and park, and-”

“And most of that could have waited for you to get checked over,” Virgil interrupted, a gentle hand lightly touching his bruised torso. Scott’s body flinched away from the contact unbidden. “Why the hell did you come out to Cornwall? Gordon and I could have handled it by ourselves.”

“It was a rescue,” Scott protested.

“Which you’re now grounded from for six weeks, minimum,” Virgil growled. “Lie down. What have you taken for the pain?”

He didn’t get a chance to protest before both brothers were carefully but firmly pushing him down onto the stretcher.

“Two Tylenol when I left the trash mine seven hours ago,” he admitted. “Two more just before this mission, three hours ago.” Virgil frowned.

“You’ll have to bear with it until we get home,” he said. “Once the Tylenol’s out of your system, I’ll give you something stronger.” Scott scowled. “Gordon, get some ice on his ribs. Scott, stay still.” Virgil had the gall to strap him down, avoiding putting pressure on his ribs. “We’ll be talking about this when we get home.”

It was a promise, but just before he turned away to head to his seat, Scott saw the one thing he’d hoped he’d be able to avoid: guilt. Virgil was well aware he’d missed the signs because of his flare-up about the topiary, and wouldn’t be forgiving himself for it any time soon.

“Virg-” he started, only to interrupt himself with a hiss as a cool sensation spread across his chest. He closed his eyes briefly, before opening them to find Gordon stood next to him, ice pack in hand.

“Not right now, bro,” the blond said quietly, and the same guilty pain was in his eyes. “Give him time.”

“Gord-”

“And me,” Gordon interrupted him. “Just… not yet, okay? Wait ‘til we’re home and you’re all smothered better in the infirmary.”

Scott didn’t like it, but he understood it – they’d find it easier to deal with once they knew he really was okay. Broken ribs sucked, but in the grand scheme of injuries, they were relatively minor. The real fear his brothers carried was what if it had been worse – a punctured lung, for example.

In answer, he pulled a face, showing exactly what he thought of being ‘smothered better’ as Thunderbird Two roared to life beneath him. A small grin tugged at the corner of Gordon’s mouth and he considered that progress, settling back comfortably as his brother’s ‘bird carried him home.

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saturno-sol · 5 years ago

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Ok Here’s that Hollow Knight Four Swords AU heehee

So basic gist of this is what the Four Swords crew would be like if they were bugs in Hallownest! (This AU would lie just before the infection starts up, and then cut to in-game) I’ll put this under a read more because whew boy did I pour out my soul into this

First lets start off with Green!

I’m thinking that he’d either be a Mantis, or a leafbug, def something green (but lets go with leafbug for now)

I think he’d live in Greenpath (heh) helping out the Mosskins just to make sure that the pilgrims traveling to the City of Tears don’t go where they’re not supposed to

He’s helpful though! offering up his services as a guide if anyone got lost

He’s loyal to Unn, because he got separated from his parents when they were travelling to the City and a few Mosskins adopted him instead. So they taught him to be wary of Hallownest and its King

He learned how to wield a Nail from them and also uses a shellwood sheild.

Once the Infection starts up, he and the Mosskin family that adopted him decided to try to travel deeper into Greenpath, thinking that the Infection was caused by contact with other bugs, not dreams

Sadly, the Mosskins he was with ultimately fell to the Light, and left him alone to fend for himself.

He then keeps to himself, thinking that he’s better alone (Kinda like the start of the Manga when he’s just Link) until he ventures out of Greenpath and stumbles into Blue! They fight until they both realize that neither of them are infected.

He tries to stick with Blue, because he really doesn’t know the biomes of Hallownest that well, but they butt heads often.

Now onto Blue!

Blue in this AU is a Blue Mud Dauber

He lived in the Hive, then later in Kingdom’s Edge where he would test his strength in the Coliseum of Fools

He’s still arrogant and a bit hot headed, so he decided to leave the Hive since he kept butting heads with Hive Knight on how to be a better guard.

He first trained in the Hive using a stinger weapon (Like Hive Knight) before picking up a club when one of the challengers from CoF died

I feel like he and Oro would get along somewhat, though Blue doesn’t appreciate how training is behind a pay wall of Geo that he just doesn’t have.

He would occasionally fight in the CoF just to prove that he’s strong, but he’s stopped at the first trial (He’s still young and a lil bit scared of what would happen if he lost)

Once the Infection started up, Blue decides to steer clear of the CoF due to the fact that more Fools started being hyper-aggressive in the fights, so he looked for a better place to go that wouldn’t kill him (He doesn’t know where to go though, so he decides he’s going to leave Hallownest entirely to go look for another fight ring)

He found a way into the Royal Waterways through Isma’s Grove (Though it wasn’t called that just yet) and into the Fungal Wastes near Mantis Territory

He skirted the Mantis Village (This would be the time that the Traitor Lord split from the other Mantises) and found himself at the entrance to Greenpath from Fog Canyon

That’s where he stumbles into Green and they spar, he then tells Green to get lost before continuing his travels (With Green following behind lol)

Next up we got Red!

Red is a ladybug (I couldn’t find a better bug but if anyone else has a better idea for Red please let me know!)

He grew up in Dirtmouth as an orphan due to a mining accident killing his parents as they worked in Crystal Peaks

Luckily he was taken care of by the town and he became a baker’s apprentice

(Ok I like to think that the Grimm Troupe came to Hallownest before the Knight summoned them since Grimm knows about the vessel plan)

When Grimm and his Troupe pay a visit to Hallownest, Red was one of the only bugs brave enough to see one of their shows.

He became absolutely enchanted by the circus and it left an impression on him

When the infection hits his mentor and kills them, leaving Red without a job or a home, he decided to join the Grimm Troupe

When he does, he’s given a mask and a new name “Rouge” and learns how to be a fire dancer.

Rouge is a bit more daring that Red was, trying out highly dangerous stunts, but he’s still a kind soul, helping out to pitch tents or help mend costumes or cook food for the Troupe.

His primary weapon as Rouge is a Flame Staff

Once the Grimm Troupe is summoned by the Knight, Rouge is tasked with collecting Nightmare Flames for the Ritual.

(This is going to go through the Banishment Route just so that there’s an excuse for why Red stays behind) When the Knight banishes the Grimm Troupe, both Brumm and Rouge stay behind in Hallownest as Nymm and Red because of Red’s attachment to Dirtmouth (Ig? Idk I just need Red to stay)

As he now has no memories of either his past or his time with the Troupe, he decides to stay in Dirtmouth and sometimes wander into the Forgotten Crossroads before it gets infected.

He meets up with Blue and Green when they make it up to Dirtmouth for a supply run, and he decides to travel with them (much to Blue’s chagrin)

He’s still a capable fighter! Now he wields a staff he made from the metal scraps from ruins of the old village in the Crossroads

Now for Vio!

Vio is a Purple Emperor Butterfly

He lived in the City of Tears as a burgeoning scholar, planning to work for Monomon’s Archives once he was done with his studies.

He prefers being alone, holed up in a library pouring over the history of Hallownest.

When the infection starts up and the City is blocked off from the rest of Hallownest, Vio panics and decides to hole up in his apartment until the hysteria calms down.

Once most of the panic dies down, there’s a big struggle over finding supplies and food among the citizens of the City, with the nobility hogging most of it

In the scuffles, Vio stumbles into the Soul Sanctum, hoping that the Sanctum has food/supplies

He instead finds a container, and in that container is a Shade, a near to melting Shade

He decides to break it out of the container it was in as a sort of act of pity, and gets the hell out of the Sanctum, not knowing that he was followed...

(I’ll explain why Shadow can do all this stuff once we get to them but) It turns out that the Shade he freed now resided in his shadow as he traveled into to the Ancient Basin after stealing a Tram Pass and traveling to Kingdom’s Edge

He finally notices Shadow and promptly freaks out but slowly learns that Shadow is just chillin, and he tries to communicate with them to an extent of charades

They soon become good friends, with Vio telling them stories about the different subjects he learned about and Shadow trying to mime out what had happened to them, causing Vio to learn that their shell had split open and they needed a new mask to keep staying alive outside of their container

Not to mention that Vio started experiencing Void exposure due to Shadow leeching off of his life force to stay corporeal (Like the Bug from the Queen’s Garden, the “Too long spent together we became as one”)

So now with the both of them up against the clock, Vio decides to do something hella risky, head to Deepnest where the supposed “Mask Maker” lived and hoped that a new mask would save the both of them

They head to Deepnest, almost die, but make it to the Mask Maker where it seemed that he was already expecting them.

Bada-bing bada-boom, Shadow now has a new mask and a new form, and Vio stops feeling the effects of Void exposure

They both decide to go up and out exploring, hoping to leave Hallownest behind

So they travel together, and actually run into Blue, Green and Red in Dirtmouth, and decide to stay for a bit to at least advise them of the dangers deeper below.

Oh before I forget, Vio wields a crossbow, and practiced target shooting on the Primal Aspids in Kingdom’s Edge (hehe)

They join the little band of travelers and wham! Four Swords Squad is united

Now onto our final character, Shadow!

Shadow is a vessel! They have two horns on their head that curve in a wave behind (Like his hat in the Manga)

Shadow actually escaped the Abyss after it was sealed, since they hatched after the Pure Vessel ascended, they along with a few others took the tunnels out into Deepnest.

They encountered Nosk before simply running out of its lair, not looking back to see if their siblings needed help (It’s not because they’re cruel, it was simply a flight reflex taking over before helping type thing)

They somehow slipped into the tram and ended up in the Ancient Basin and into the City of Tears.

None paid them any mind because no one knew what Vessels were except for the Dreamers. So they slunk around the City just marveling at all the new senses they were experiencing

But there's a reason that Vio finds them as a Shade. They had just so happened to be near the Soul Sanctum when they were captured by its denizens

Vaati (Yes he’s here but he succumbs to the infection real quick) is one of the Soul Twisters that tries out a new experiment in hopes of gaining favor from Soul Master.

He decides to try to leech Soul off of Shadow without turning them into a husk, thing is, Shadow didn’t have any Soul to begin with, so the process breaks their shell and their Shade pops out

But due to the nature of the container being able to hold intangible things like Soul, and Shadow’s will to live being super strong, Shadow’s Shade stays trapped in the container

Vaati decides to keep them in there and simply monitor how they react to Soul, and even Infection exposure

It goes like this for a while before the City shuts down and chaos erupts, with the Soul Master instructing his minions to capture more bugs for more Soul, leaving the Sanctum pretty empty....and thats when Vio shows up

Vio breaks the container, and with no where else to go (unless you count the Abyss but Shadow did not want to rest) Shadow dives into Vio’s shadow as a last ditch effort, being able to cling to Vio’s soul reserves to keep them from truly fading

You know what happens next, they both live in Kingdom’s Edge for a while, and Shadow used miming through the shadows reflected on the walls to try to puppet out what had happened to them when asked by Vio.

Once they make it to the Mask Maker and get they’re new mask, they finally are able to experience the world again, this time with someone trusted by their side. Vio promises to try to learn sign to help teach them so that they can communicate now that they actually have hands

Due to the fact that they had been in Vio’s shadow for a good while, they’re naturally clingy to him, either by leaning against him, or holding his hand (with Vio being a bit flustered at the contact) and they’re very wary of the other Four Swords at the start, but soon warm up to them little by little

Now it’s canon that all Vessels are genderless, so Shadow in this AU goes by they/them, later on once they’ve been with Vio and the Gang long enough, they decide that they like He/Him pronouns too, so Shadow does go by They/He

Shadow has no weapon, but they do know Shade Soul and Desolate Dive from being experimented on in the Soul Sanctum so cool spell combos along with the Gang’s fighting style

And there you have it folks! If you have any questions or any suggestions please don’t be afraid to send me an ask! I love interacting with people who share my interests!

#hollow knight #hollowknight #legend of zelda #four swords #au #I wanna call it either Hollow Swords or Four Nails #Ill put both and see what sticks #Hollow Swords #Four Nails #Jeezus christ my brain went on hyper speed for this one #my eyes h u r t from concentrating on this #but this was Fun!#hope you guys like my interpretation of the story #even if it may look a lil unpolished #thats because it is #haha

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queenof-literature · 5 years ago

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A Sick Wild Child - Chapter 2

Time was extremely frustrated, and he knew the other boys could tell. The pup’s protege hid an injury from all of them and suffered because of it. An infection was now coursing through his body and while he would make it to the other end, the recovery process would be painful and longer than the average sickness. Time had seen infections such as this one. They caused severe illness, stabbing pain, and horrifying delusions in extreme cases, and Time wasn’t ready to see one of his boys in that state. But he was the unofficial leader of these boys and he would make damn sure they were all alright in the end, no matter what it took.

Time looked at Wild’s face, squinted in pain in his sleep, and sighed. He had sighed a lot with these boys around, mainly in exasperation. Wild was a work in progress but no one minded, they all had their traumas. But Wild couldn’t seem to understand that he had people to care about him deeply all in their own ways. And that saddened all of them.

Time took one last look at Wild’s pained and scarred face, and turned his attention to the boys around their brother-in-arms.

“We’ll stay here for today. It’s not the best decision, but Wild needs rest and is in no condition to travel. We’ll do as Hyrule said and take turns keeping watch over him. This infection is bad and he will need help getting through it. Four I’m trusting you with cooking something edible. Sky, you’re in charge of keeping Hyrule away from the cooking pot.” Time held back a smirk at Hyrule’s noise of indignation. “Twilight you can keep an eye on the cub for a while but I expect you to rest and eat. We do not need another man down if we hope to make any progress tomorrow. Let’s get Wild into his bedroll and we’ll go from there.” As Time said his last sentence, he gently scooped up Wild in his arms, one around his shoulder and the other behind his knees. Wild let out a groan and Time felt a stab of guilt for being part of the reason behind his pain. Wild seemed to instinctively curl further into Time, most likely because Time was wearing his armor which was cooled with the morning breeze. Time smiled slightly at the childlike actions of the young hero.

Once Wild was situated in his arms, he started to head towards Wild’s bedroll, with the rest of the group trailing like lost puppies, all trying to think of something to do to help. ~ Wind was worried. All of his band of heroes felt like the older siblings Wind never had. He resented being treated as the youngest and therefore most delicate, but the group had let up after a small amount of time when they realized how much their babying bothered him sometimes. But Wind appreciated how much they cared for him. He loved all of his brothers and bonded with them over different things. With Wild, he bonded over the sea and coasts of different Hyrules. Wild couldn’t sail like he could, but he did have some funny stories and experiences. Like how he electrocuted himself trying to fish (How?). Wild didn’t talk to anyone at first, so when he finally had a conversation with Wind, although short, Wind was ecstatic. Asking question after question about his journey that Wild patiently answered with his limited usage of his voice at the time. What was his favorite color? Where did he get his tunic? It’s blue like his present from his grandma! Why did he keep his hair that long? Does he just like it that way? Eventually, Warriors had to step in and tell Wind to let Wild breath when he saw the shy teen becoming slightly uncomfortable with the attention, but their relationship was close after that. Wild would always let Wind braid his long hair as he cooked and always listened to his stories about the Great Sea and Tetra and her pirate gang. It was really nice. And now he looked on the brink of death!

When Wind found out from Hyrule that Wild was hiding an infection, Wind was sad. Wild could have told anyone! Wind wouldn’t have made fun of him! He knows what it’s like to be babied and if it bothered Wild that much they could tell Time together! Wind knew he shouldn’t be offended, Wild was just starting to get used to touches and talking for long amounts of time in their small group. He still had a ways to go with teamwork and they all knew that. But Wind just wanted Wild to be okay. And he would be. Wind would make sure of it. Aryll still needed to meet all of her new older brothers, and he had enough knowledge of his grandmother’s soup recipe to assault Wild with bowl after bowl until he felt better. ~ As Sky watched Wild being carried in Time’s arms, he felt disheartened. Wild was one of the last people in Hyrule to deserve to be in the amount of pain he was clearly in. Sky looked at Wild leaning into Time’s hold and smiled, at least slightly, at the sight. It took a team effort, but Sky was the person who first touched Wild without a flinch. When it happened Sky kept calm and smiled on the outside, but on the inside he was screaming with joy. It was a simple hand to the shoulder but it was one of the biggest steps Wild had taken so far. Time had been the first person to touch him out of the group in the beginning. Trying to put his hand on Wild’s shoulder as a welcoming gesture after he joined, only to have the poor teen jump away like he had been burned before Time even made solid contact. He then quietly excused himself and went to the back of the traveling group. Anytime anyone would touch Wild in a friendly manner, he would bolt. It took Sky a while after that to attempt contact, he didn’t want the poor guy to be terrified of him! One night while they were having a conversation around the campfire, the subject of Wild’s past came up. He looked like he was trying not to shake while he told the horrifying story of Guardian lasers, memory loss, and loneliness even before Ganon. He kept looking to Twilight, who would give him encouraging smiles, and Sky assumed Twilight had tried to get Wild to open up a little, and the main story all just spilled out. He could see the look of horror and sympathy on his fellow traveler's faces, and Twilight looked like he wanted to reach out but was scared of Wild’s reaction. So Sky made a terrifying decision. If this didn’t work Wild would most likely flee into the forest for hours so he had to be cautious.

Sky made eye contact first with Wild first, so that it wouldn’t be a surprise, He then slowly lifted his hand, not above his face in case it looked in Wild’s mind he wanted to hit him. And slowly Sky brought his hand down on Wild’s shoulder. He didn’t flinch! Oh, thank Hylia he didn’t flinch! Sky would relive that terrifying moment over and over again if it meant he would get to see the precious ways Wild’s eyes lit up when he too realized he didn’t shield away. ~ Wild was the craziest motherfucker Warriors had ever met. He had seen that kid hop on a Lynal's like a horse and ride it for as long as possible. He had watched him light forests ablaze, ride bears in his underwear and jump off the highest cliffs into the water below. So watching that same feral gremlin being so still except for the occasional wince and whimper was like a blow to the chest. Warriors really enjoyed the company of the kid when he wasn’t being batshit insane… well even then, it was fun to watch. Legend and Warriors may bicker at least 3 times a day, but when it comes to the safety of one of the younglings in their group, they might as well have been telepathic. The second Hyrule asked for potions Legend and Warriors knew what to do. Warriors knew he probably shouldn’t have taken Wild from his mentor when they returned with the potions, but he wasn’t thinking about anything except making sure Wild got better. Although Warriors would never admit it, this was the kid that taught him to properly tame a horse.

He was used to the castle steeds for the most part, or horses that were at least slightly domesticated. But everything in Wild’s Hyrule lived up to its namesake. So when Warriors and Wild were alone one afternoon passing time near a stable, Wild offered to teach him. Warriors wasn’t necessarily scared of the wild horses but he didn’t feel like getting a kick to the chest and end up with a few broken ribs to end the evening. When he told Wild as such, Wild simply laughed and told him to pick one. He picked a horse that looked pink in the sunlight, and Wild ran off to tame it. She was a stubborn one but after many falls to the ground and giving Warriors about five heart attacks, Wild brought him the horse. She was then named Bella and Warriors fell in love with her gentle but stubborn personality. Wild taught him to train a wild horse to stay on the paths around his Hyrule and to adjust them to wearing a saddle. All the while Warriors couldn’t help but marvel at the pyromaniac Hero of Wild being the most gentle being in Hyrule and cooing at the horse to calm it down when she was spooked. It made Warriors feel an odd sense of pride. And from the moment Wild registered Bella in the stable for him to visit whenever they returned, Warriors knew they were brothers. ~ Wild once told Four that he was a calming presence in a group full of chaos, which was funny coming from the God of chaos himself. While Four’s eyes sometimes twitch involuntarily at Hyrule and Wild’s antics, he didn’t try to stop them unless it was terribly dangerous. Four knew Wild was called that for a reason, he needed to be free to an extent. Four enjoyed talking to Wild. They didn’t need to talk about the past, or the present, or the future, they could talk about anything they wanted. It could be somewhere about their adventures or the weapons they liked. Well, Wild’s favorites before they broke on him. That’s one of the things that worried Four the most, Wild breaking weapons, bows, and shields. He could tell from the way Wild fought Guardians that at least one scar was from his shield breaking at the wrong moment, forcing him to take the Guardian’s laser head-on. And Hylia above wasn’t that how he died in the first place? Every time something broke on Wild, it sent a spike of paralyzing fear shooting through his heart. Once a sword broke on him right as he was making a risky move to attack a bokoblin from Warriors' Hyrule. He almost didn’t make it out of that one.

Four decided then and there that he would make something to last. The next time he had access to a forge he spent days crammed within, not letting anyone in except Time and Legend to get their opinions. He wanted it to be one of the best swords he had ever made. Finally, when it was finished, he surprised Wild. He presented it to Wild when he walked with him at the back of the group on a clear day to not overwhelm him with other eyes on him. Wild was doing better at socializing and chatting at the front of the group, but sometimes he got overwhelmed and lipped to the back. The others would check-in by simply asking how he liked his surroundings or something simple, but didn’t crowd him. Four presented the sword a little awkwardly, just now realizing how slightly out of the blue it was. It was a sword that had a sky blue tint to it, similar to the color of Wild’s tunic, and Sky had helped him paint the flower, Wild had called it the Silent Princess, going up along the blade of the sword. Four knew the paint would be chipped but he wanted it to at least be beautiful when it was presented. When Wild saw it, and then realized it was for him, Four could have sworn he saw tears gathering at the corners of Wild’s eyes. Without thinking Wild jumped on Four in a hug and murmured thank you’s over and over until his voice was slightly hoarse. At first, Four didn’t know how to respond. Twilight hugged Wild more and more now that he was getting used to touches, but he had never seen Wild jump into one so enthusiastically. Four gladly returned it after a moment of shock.

Except when Wild didn’t use it, he was worried he had made a mistake. He asked Wild about him not using the sword he made. He assured Wild he wasn’t offended, but he needed to know if something was wrong, like if the balance was wrong. Wild blushed a deep red and stumbled through an explanation, that he was terrified he would break the blade Four made specifically for him like he breaks everything else. Four had to assure him a million times that using it was what it was there for and he could forge another, but Wild still rarely used it. But Four made him promise he would use it if he needed it and Wild agreed. As far as Four knew, it was still in peacefully tucked in his slate. ~ Hyrule didn’t know how he had become the unofficial medic for the team of heroes. He supposed it was because of his healing magic, but still, it was a stressful job when someone was seriously injured. This job got ten times more stressful when it was his best friend, who was more stubborn about “being fine” than even Twilight and Time, which was quite impressive.

Hyrule had bonded sooner with Wild than most of the others except Twilight and Sky. Hyrule believed that as wanderers, they were both just drawn to each other, like they knew what the other had experienced. Both felt at home off of the main roads, running around the forest among the mushrooms and trees. They were mildly responsible at first until Hyrule learned of a beautiful art called Shield Surfing, then it all went downhill, literally. Wild taught Hyrule the perfect hills to use this ancient technique passed down from the Gods themselves. It was hard to find his balance at first, but once he did they spent the afternoon crashing into each other and giggling like madmen. Until Wolfie finally found them and dragged their asses back to camp.

After that, they always snuck away when Hyrule was antsy or Wild was overwhelmed. Sometimes Hyrule would use Wild’s slate to take dumb pictures like when Wild surfed right onto a Lynal. Or other times, they would just lay among the fireflies and look at the stars and talk, or sit in comfortable silence. No matter what, it helped them cope with the changing worlds around them. After all, the stars still existed in every Hyrule. ~ When Wild was better Legend was going to kill him. The idiot had hidden a stab wound from them, and then gone and had let it get infected. Now he was in pain and whimpering and there was nothing Legend could do. Legend had made the promise that he wouldn’t get attached to any of these so-called heroes when they first all came together. Their jobs were dangerous and caring was a liability. But as time went on and more Links joined their little ensemble, or band as Wind called them, that got harder to do. Now Legend had to grudgingly admit that he cared for all of his brothers-in-arms, even Warriors he supposed.

And now one of them had gone and gotten himself sick and infected. It wasn’t fair, Wild didn’t deserve this. But life wasn’t fair, Legend had learned that very quickly. Legend had to admit he really loved this dumb fucking kid. He was fun and loving and had overcome so much. Legend was wary of him at first. He had been completely silent, barley even signing when they first met. But Sky, Twilight, and Hyrule slowly coaxed him out of his shell, and one night they both couldn’t sleep, so they both happened to be at the fire. Wild had been scrolling through his slate, and Legend had asked how much it could hold. So what? Curiosity got the best of him. Wild quietly answered his questions and showed him his armor. Legend and Wild talked for hours about the fascinating things they collected (not hoarded like Warriors would say), and how they were of use. Wild seemed scared of his reaction to all of his jewelry and what he called the Gerudo vai outfit. When Legend asked to see one outside the slate since it seemed so finely made, Wild’s shoulder seemed to lose some tension and he brought out his Sapphire Circlet. The two simply talked for the rest of the night, and some more serious topics were brought out, such as Wild’s fear of crowds and strangers. It was sometimes hard to tell when a Yiga Clan member was ready to jump out and attack him if he didn’t talk to them first. Legend told him vaguely of some adventures and how he didn’t like falling asleep because he didn’t want to dream anymore. He didn’t elaborate far, but Wild understood after the Shrine of Resurrection. After that night the two began to interact more, and enjoy each other's company. And if anyone else saw their bedrolls closer some nights, or Wild shuffling closer to Legend in Castle Town, no one said anything. ~ Once again his cub was suffering, and once again there was nothing Twilight could do. As he watched Time carry his cub away, he felt sick himself. He would never regret taking on Wild as his protege, not for a single second. He loved that kid like he loved the kids in Ordon. He was his little brother and he deserved the world. But all he got was pain. Twilight was frustrated, of course, Wild hid an infected injury from them for Hylia’s sake. Wild was getting better about trust and coming forward with problems, but he still had a hell of a way to go.

Twilight flashed back to a night some time ago. When Twilight was on watch one night, he heard shuffling and quiet murmuring. He turned to see Wild in the midst of what looked to be another nightmare of his death. He was already a wolf, using his heightened senses for hearing monsters, and raced over, careful not to wake anyone. He nudged Wild with his snout as Wild jumped up with a strangled scream. His haunted eyes turned to Twilight and latched onto him and sobbed into his fur within a matter of seconds.

“I-I’m so-sorry Twi I-I-didn’t mean to bother you. B-b-but this one was so so bad Twi.” Wild sobbed as his voice cracked. Twilight took a risk and shifted back to his human form to talk to him. If Wild wanted him in his wolf form he would shift back instantly. Anything to make him feel better. Wild continued to murmur apologies and Twilight's heart broke. Wild could never bother Twilight with his problems. Hylia knows he has far too many for his age. Twilight lifted the cub into his lap and hugged him fiercely as he rocked back and forth. He ran one hand through Wild’s disheveled hair as he whispered soothing words into his ear. Telling him to never be sorry for feeling things. It wasn’t healthy to keep them bottled. Wild’s hands clutched Twilight’s pelt as his sobs slowly turned into soft hiccups.

“Do you need to talk about it?” Twilight whispered as he still rocked Wild. When he received no answer, he looked down as far as he could to find his cub fast asleep, tucked in the crook of Twilight's neck, hands still clutched in his pelt. Twilight let out a small chuckle and stayed like that for the rest of his watch, throwing a rock at Warriors’ leg to wake him up for his turn. Warriors was about to yell at him, but then noticed the small teen in Twilight’s arms. He gave Twilight an understanding smile and took his watch without protest. No one knew who took the picture on Wild’s slate the next day of Twilight and Wild curled up under Time’s cloak, and Wild never had the heart to delete it even if it made him slightly embarrassed. Even if he did, Wind had an extra pictograph. ~ Twilight smiled slightly at the memory. He calmed down slightly when remembering how many people cared for their Wild Child.

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swinterr · 6 years ago

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VALERIE III

People in Twitter are twitting about a video of Val’s reaction when she saw Shawn and Camila, she received mixed comments about her reaction.

Her parents are really protective about her, even her siblings mostly Vernon. Her Dad and Mom doesn’t understand what’s happening between them, they all thought that Shawn is gonna be Valerie’s forever.

Of course Shawn saw the video. He’s not stupid, he knows that he’s hurting Val.

He also saw the message Valerie send him but he didn’t read the it because he knows he cannot stop himself on answering back.

He loves Valerie so much, but he has to do this.

When he first play the video the first came to his mind is that Valerie looks so pretty, very pretty. Valerie isn’t really like those blonde, long legged, orange tan (well she is tan but not oramge tan). She looks like a goddess. She’s perfect.

Then he saw Vernon from the background, Shawn gets along well with Valerie’s family well but Vernon is the hardest one to get along. He is scared genuinely of Vernon.

The time when Brian told him that Valerie broke up with him, he excused himself on sound check saying he wasn’t feeling well. He went back to his hotel and cried holding Valerie sweater in his chest.

He cried for the half of the day. He only went out when it’s Q&A.

He really wants to fix this but he can’t, it’s too fucked up to be fixed. He feels so powerless.

Valerie feels awful when she got back home.

She didn’t ate dinner instead she spend her whole evening, well half of it, on the gym boxing with Vernon is a good exercise but she did her exercises alone, she did it without a trainer while Vernon does cardio. Actually she didn’t even do her exercises, she just keeps punching the punching bag until her knuckles bleed, until they severely bleed. Her mom has to take her to the nearest clinic to aid her bloody knuckles.

“Val, you’re knuckles are going to bleed if you keep doing this. Stop it you’re hurting yourself.” Vernon tried reasoning with Valerie, growing more and more concerned about her and her new obsession with puching the punching bag carelessly.

“No, it’s either I ruined this punching bag or I do more stupider sh!t than this.” Valerie’s voice is quiet and cold, She always had a my-voice-is-so-soft-and-I-will-not-raise-my-voice-on-anyone-bc-that’s-rude-attitude.

“Can you at least where gloves, hand wrap is not enough you know.” Vernon reminder her.

Valerie didn’t listen and brought her fists close to her face, finding her aim and released all of her pent up anger, frustrations and pain out through quick, sharp punches, showing no mercy on the already worn punching bag wanting to release all the pain she felt in the past few weeks. Sweat glistened every inch of her body, especially in her face.

Vernon can’t even distinguish if that even is sweat or tears, her curly hair sticking to her back, arms and all angles of her face.

Val could her Vernon stopping her in the background but she didn’t listen.

Soon the punching bag falls from where it’s hanging. And Valerie knuckles are bleeding.

“Dammit Valerie! You’re bleeding! Mom!” Vernon shouts.

Ever since Val and Shawn broke up Vernon is more over-protective of Val.

She really wants to go back to Toronto, but Toronto has too much memories for her to handle. She wishes that Bella and Gigi are here with her. She’s lucky enough to have a thought, loving and caring Anwar Hadid by her side.

Gigi, Bella and Anwar (even though they live near), Aaliyah, Ana, Lauren and Dylan (her friends back home), Kiera and Darius (her dorm mates) are texting her everyday saying that everything gonna be alright and Shawn’s a dick.

She can’t wait to go back to Massachusetts and receive pity looks. Insert sarcasm.

She just needs to wait few more days until they are schedule free.

Valerie hadn’t spoken to anyone since they came back from downtown Los Angles (besided her mom and Vernon who approach her). She is currently laying in her king sized bed.

Staring at the clock, watching it tick by. 11 o’clock in the night, she should be asleep by now but her mind is somewhere far away. Far away from all this drama and chaos that is currently happening in her life.

Sobbing her heart out. Puffy eyes and runny nose are they best description of Valerie right now. Maybe a fever in the morning too.

She never wanted to end their relationship like this. To be honest they can survive this relationship, Valerie is just tired of being treated like this.

Don’t get me wrong, Shawn’s a great boyfriend but he focuses on his career more than their relationship.

People though they are perfect for each other. She thought that Shawn will be THE ONE. Her grandparents from her mother and father’s side already met and approve of Shawn even the ones who live in Florence.

She genuinely believe that they are ment to be together but jealousy got her. Her insecurities got her.

Her heart still aches profoundly with pain. She miss her so much but it’s so unfair that he moved in that quickly.

Valerie, Shawn and Camila are trending right now. Everything seems so chaotic. Her sobs still fills her big room.

Instagram stans are making up the craziest sh!ts right, some makes her laugh and some are true that makes her cry hard.

@queenval

@queenval to be honest val is the greatest thing that ever happend to shawn. i love shawn sm but he stupid!!

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Shawn is the greatest thing that ever happend to her.

Shawn’s fans been calling him out because of his stupid moves. Many of her fans are still supporting Valerie even if they are not together anymore.

Valerie shakily reaches for her phone she usually listens to His music when she’s sad, but at this state listening to His music will make her more sad than ever.

Malibu Nights by LANY played. Is it ironic that she is listening to Malibu Nights heartbroken and she really wants to go to Malibu. Its just a 40 minute car ride. She can survive right?

She brought a beach house recently somewhere in Pacific Coast Highway. She brought it the exact day Shawn left Canada to continue his tour, Valerie brought the house because when she will visit Shawn on his tour this will be their hiding place.

People say that Valerie have it all; Brains, Beauty, Wealth but everything means nothing if you aren’t happy right?

Decided to spent the rest of her days in Malibu. Valerie picked this big ass box that has been sent to her by a company. She didn’t even bother to read what company it is all she knows that is a clothing company. Few shoes, hoodies and her underwears on her bag.

She dressed herself into a pair of jeans and a shirt, hoodie on her arm incase she’ll needs it.

Everyone is asleep so this should be the perfect time to sneak out, she closed her room door quietly as she held the big box on her hands, struggling to balance it and keys and a Gucci bagpack filled with he laptop, personal needs, medicines and this tiny vape pen she got from Anwar.

Valerie isn’t the type of girl who does wild stuffs, stuff like normal teenagers do. Maybe that’s the reason why they broke up, she’s too boring for him.

Well now that they are over, Valerie wants to do the things she didn’t do when they were together. Things teenagers would do.

Now she be vaping, she wants to have tattooes too. Val got a rose tattoo behind her ear on her 19th birthday. She wants to add more.

Valerie successfully got down from the 3rd floor, her room, to the ground floor.

She wants to do things that she hasn’t done yet. She opened her parents wine cellar and pulled out a bottle of Pinot Noir with a three bottles of beer and a big bottle of her father’s whiskey.

She didn’t really want to steal this alcoholic beverage but she know that many shops out there knows her and has a high possibility that they will post pictures about her underage and buying drinks.

She puts the bottles on her bag, wanting to go to Malibu quickly, she runs towards their garage, mentally kicking herself for having a loud foot steps.

For Valerie if is she’s sad or disappointed she chooses to be alone. Being with herself alone is always the best part of her day or best time of her day.

Valerie picked the black Mercedes-Benz G wagon.

She puts her things in the passengers seat and zoomed off to Malibu.

She felt tears start to form as the now familiar burn caused her to shut

her eyes for a moment and stop at the side of the expressway she like crying. For her crying is good for her mental health because crying can help reduce pain. Oxytocin is a hormone that promotes feelings of love and Endorphins help relieve pain. These two make people feel good and may also ease both physical and emotional pain.

But sometimes crying too much can also be bad for her, too much crying can lead to depression and she doesn’t want that. All she wants is to move on and live a happy life.

But moving on takes a lot of time.

The whole drive was quiet except for the radio and her quiet sobs.

She stopped on Target along the way to pick up some food for the next few days.

Valerie pulls up on the parking lot. The Californian cold wind creeps on her arm, regretting not wearing a hood and leaving it at the car.

Valerie pulls out the vape pen as she walks along the entrance of Target, she holds it to her mouth, tasting the vanilla flavored vape before releasing it. She lets out a deep sigh with some vapor leaving along her mouth and nose she continues this few times and stopping as she enters the shop.

She just pick up fruits for breakfast, pasta, vegetables and chicken for dinner, chocolate flavored milk, a gallon of water and eggs. She likes cooking, she doesn’t buy a lot of processed foods and microwaveble foods. She payed the cashier keeps giving her looks, is it because the cashier knows her or because she is the front page of one of the magazines on the counter.

“Is this you?” the cashier ask as she types something on the computer.

“Nope.” Valerie answers back as puts the goods she brought on a biodegradable bag and puts it back to the cart.

She walk back to her car and few teenagers curiously stares at her. She struggles to put the groceries on the car because it has a big tires and obviously a tall car competed to her 5’6 self.

She finally sees her house on the view.

Her gates open, headlights giving her the view of her house as well as the Pacific Ocean. The entryway features a reclaimed European fountain and big door that open to opulent interiors.

Her house looks so homey yet loney. She is used to go on a vacation with her family or family or with Shawn.

She inserts the keys while struggling to lift her heavy backpack filled with alcoholic drinks the big box and groceries she brought are stacked upon each other.

She enters her new house, she walks on the hardwood floors pushing the box with the groceries on top, she stares at vaulted ceiling and sees a Indian stone fireplace and custom designed sitting area.

For her, a house with a fireplace and a big couch is a must.

The balcony is a sliding door that has a view of the Malibu Coast.

Valerie finally fixed her clothes on her closet, turns out the box is from Gucci. Now she has a Gucci filled closet. Yey!

Her refrigerator is filled with groceries. Yey!

It’s already 12:34 am and she is still wide awake. She sits on her couch as she finds for her cell.

She looked everywhere, her hoodie, her bag, her car, on the closet even the refrigerator.

She left it on Bel Air. Yey!

She doesn’t have anything to do she she just drinks the alcohol she brought lol! Her TV still doesn’t have any channels and her house doesn’t have a wifi.

Valerie drinks the vodka shot in one gulp, ignoring the burning sensation in her throat caused by the strong liquor.

“I love you so much why did you do this to me!” she gulped the vodka down.

“I wish I didn’t love you! But I did I’m so stupid!” she gulped the other one.

“I don’t wanna date anyone anymore!” and another one.

Despite this, Valerie’s body feels more relaxed and her mind feels lighter and more problem free. It took her couple vodka shots for achieve this but it was worth it.

The bottle is nearly empty so she just decided to drink the bottle.

It’s a quarter past midnight. The buzz has worn off, now she is just dead ass drunk.

She miraculously arrived at her room, passing the stairs and remembering her room is a miracle.

As much as she wanted to sleep she washes her face and brushed her teeth and changes in a bougee Gucci pajama and sleep on her big bed with the view of the sea like a baby.

Alcohol can really make you forget everything temporarily even pain.

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lcvebuilt · 5 years ago

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featuring: finn mikaelson, henrik mikaelson, klaus mikaelson tagging: @ofisolaticn, @ofprinciples, @aregentsruin summary: a family get together turns into chaos, as all mikaelson events do warnings: ugly formatting & mikaelson angst

finn mikaelson

all things considered, his life hasn't been horrible since his return to the land of the living. complicated maybe, given the intricacy of his relationship with his siblings, but otherwise he's had very few complaints. even christmas was a positive occasion, a mikaelson event that ended with minimal bloodshed and catastrophe. a first for them. maybe it's that which has lulled him into a false sense of security; a belief that this meeting will be fine, will not go awry. before christmas he'd been smart; he'd fed before leaving the house, doing his best to quiet the unforgiving hunger that plagued him while he spent the day with his siblings ... especially those who were, in ways, walking carotid arteries he longed to drain. he'd managed, so perhaps that was why he hadn't felt it necessary to do the same on this day. ( it was a mistake ) he's not sure if it's the hunger or his paranoia that sees him shifting in his seat, feeling like someone's turned a heat lamp over top of him and left him to wilt. henrik's talking about something, a new boyfriend maybe, or something about work, but all finn can hear is the sound of the blood pumping in his veins. he remembered how good it had tasted, how it had left him hungry for more. this is his brother, so he's trying to resist, but the harder he tries the more difficult it becomes. suddenly he misses the buffer of the rest of their family, prays for distractions to give him something else to focus on. ( his prayers are never answered. )

henrik mikaelson

being a mikaelson, especially of late, had been something good. at least, in henrik's eyes. he had a family, being apart of a family. there was nothing like it. it wasn't like his first ten years, they were no longer vikings, and they were far from the people they had been back then. new forms of their very self, and it wasn't a bad thing. it was growth. sure there were downs too, but just as many if not more, ups. the christimas dinner? it was something he'd never done before, and it was something he'd never forget. a fond memory he would hold onto, tight and close to his chest. when he'd been called for a family meeting, of sorts, he was kind of excited. it was silly to be, he knew. but he looked forward to seeing his family, he enjoyed every moment of having them after having nothing for so long. then there was finn. finn was the oldest, sans freya who henrik had yet to meet. he remembered being small when finn had been large and looming. now they were of similar heights. all too different, but still brothers. so, he spoke to him. it wouldn't hurt to pass the time, now would it? he spoke about grayson, he spoke about how he'd stolen a christimas tree with a guy named zain, he spoke about levi and he spoke about what he had for breakfest and how he tried and failed to make hashbrowns (he'd always been a shitty cook). "finn?" he asked, catching finn's gaze. well, it was actually lack of gaze, he caught. "you okay?"

finn mikaelson

his name draws him from his obsessions, his head rising as he nods. tight, resolute. " yeah, i'm fine. you said you stole something with someone. " he did pick up on some things, but focusing has been — admittedly — rather difficult. or rather he is focused, but he's focused on the wrong thing. " sounds like you've had an eventful few weeks. " there's guilt in his voice, knowing that he has been part of it. it's hard for him to reconcile the henrik from their youth with the henrik today, a child who'd been taken too soon now a fully grown man. maybe that's why at first there was a disconnect, why he couldn't necessarily trick his mind into ensuring that he didn't hurt him. ( he cares. it's because he cares that he knows he has to be careful. ) " i'm fine. " more wishful thinking than truth, a lump swallowed past as he clears his throat. mind over matter. he's a mikaelson, he knows what they're capable of; great destruction, yes, but also an incredible perseverance to overcome adversity. if he focuses on the latter, maybe he'll make it through, find a way to resist his instinctual impulses and prioritize family over everything else ... even base instincts. " long day. "

henrik mikaelson

"yeah." he wasn't convinced. he knew that disinterred look in the others eye. it was something he became familiar with after working with so many kids over the years. but finn wasn't one of his kids. and henrik didn't want to press the topic more than it needed to be pressed. "yeah, i didn't think that one totally through but it all worked out in the end." it'd been his first christimas tree, and one he had cherished. it didn't look too snazzy, but henrik made do. "yeah." he gave a firm nod of his head. "all types of eventful and hectic. there's this kid i've known since he was a teenager, he's all grown up now and seeing him is just... crazy." he wondered if that was what it was like for his siblings. seeing him as a dead 10 year old to a fully grown 27 year old man. not an easy transition. then again, they were more experienced with transition than henrik. besides the obvious, there was also their transition into the centuries as time went on. his family had to adjust time and time again, and they always made it through. it was an accomplishment, at least henrik thought so. "you wanna talk about it?" he offered, also quick to add. "we also don't have to though, if you don't wanna." he needed to make it clear, they didn't have to talk. not if finn didn't want to. "i mean, i know we still have a lot to learn about each other but i- i am here."

finn mikaelson

there's irony that brings a half-smile to his features. a nice distraction, one he welcomes. " i know the feeling. it's hard to reconcile the person they are now with the person you remember. when i saw freya again, after so long believing she was lost to us, it felt like a dream. or a nightmare, because we'd lost so much time. " the truth had been a rude awakening, the first indicator that their mother hadn't always had their best interests at heart. she'd gambled with their lives and had given up her daughter, something he found difficulty accepting even now. he may always be a mama's boy, but even he could see the darkness in her now -- and how she brought it out in the rest of them. " no, but thank you. " he shakes his head, a grateful look shot in his direction all the same. there's no easy way to tell your brother that his presence tests your wavering restraint, not without a healthy helping of guilt accompanying it. he doesn't want that for henrik, not with things as new and fragile as they are. speaking of new and fragile — niklaus had news, which is why they've been called here. news which makes him nervous, because hardly ever is news good when it comes to their family. ( his paranoia swells. ) " it's nothing major, just some adjustment issues. coming back from the dead isn't as seamless as it once was. " he cracks a smile, the joke easy. " speaking of adjustment, we've been talking around the reason why we're all here. call me cynical, but am i wrong in assuming the likely cause is some new and unexpected threat? " it always was.

henrik mikaelson

finn's words made it feel... different. the ease in which he spoke, the wisdom, another reminder to henrik just what a difference there was between them. freya, finn spoke of her and henrik listened. "tell me," he began. "i mean you don't have to tell me but--- what's she like? freya." he wondered if she had the temper of niklaus and rebekah, calm like elijah and finn, or maybe whimsical like kol. he wondered if he himself shared any traits in common with her. his lips pressed together, a small nod of his head. "there's so much i don't know. and there's so much that i'll just never learn because there's just so so much." he could tell them every moment of his life, all he could remember. but they'd never be able to do the same, it was too much to recount. he nodded, taking finn's answer in stride without any push or complaint. hopefully, finn knew that if he ever changed his mind, henrik would be there. at finn's words, he cracked a smile. well, half a smile. a bit tired, a bit mused, very fond. "tell me about it." it was a joke, and it fit because henrik knew too. not an easy process. "you know what helped me? tv. lots of it. sitcom's are very educational when you don't know like, anything." he chuckled at a memory. "i learned what a frying pan was when i watched spongebob." though it soon occured to him that finn may not even know what the yellow blob that defined so many childhoods was. a deep breath because yeah, finn was right. "as opposed to old and expected," not the best joke, or the best place for it, but he needed to slack some lightness into the topic of someone wanting to murder their whole family. "but yeah. i don't know the details, but i think so." it was unnerving, to say the very least.

finn mikaelson

" as a child, we grew up together. she was so full of life — so when we lost her, it was devastating. " even now, centuries removed, the scar lingers. the loss of freya as children had kept him at distance from his other siblings, the fear of loving and losing the people he held dear too great. in ways he's been course correcting as an adult, trying to repair damaged relationships that he himself holds responsibility in destroying. it was too easy to shoulder the blame onto others in his youth, to turn an ignorant eye away from his own actions. he likes to think he's wiser now; better, even in his shortcomings. ( though as he tries to do better, his suspicions never die. he has plans on plans, refuses to let anyone get the better of him should tides ever turn. ) " she's fiercely protective of those she loves. she's the best of us. " the most human. it's something he envies, and admires. " i think you'd like her. her wife, too. " the idea of sitting down and watching tv seems ... laughable. he doesn't laugh though, simply quirks his brow in amusement. " i suppose i've done similarly with books. i can't say i know anything about spongebobs though." he thinks, perhaps, maybe they'll learn from each other ... though he's not sure he necessarily wants to learn everything about this modern age. the more he sees, the less he likes. " old and expected is usually an inevitability. especially when the dead don't seem to stay so. " he shrugs, a resigned tilt to his shoulders.(edited)

finn mikaelson

he had said he would keep an open mind through this, would listen and try to curb any anger or paranoia, but the more they wait the worse it gets. as soon as his younger brother says something, the casual air becomes fraught with tension as he straightens. he thinks he heard him say something about white oak, but that can't be possible. no, he must be mistaken. he can hear thudding from his chest, feel the slight semblance of control he's been wrestling with weaken. he stands abruptly, his chair knocked down. " this has to be a joke. " his voice is tight, eyes hot with anger. " this? again? " after all this time, maybe nothing had changed - as much as he wanted to believe it had.

henrik mikaelson

he listened intently as finn spoke. sorrow befalling his expression as finn spoke of loosing her. henrik couldn't imagine that type of pain. his own loss of them was far different in experience. he'd woken up in a whole different world, a whole different life in between the loss of a life. a singular moment for the boy he'd been back then. it wasn't his life going on, collapsing it on itself with one of it's pillars removed. everything had been gone back then. and yes, it still hurt. but it was a type of pain different than what finn experienced. "it's never easy," he spoke, empathetic gaze. "it'll never be easy." even if you get them back. though, he was sure finn knew that. he probably knew it better then henrik himself. he smiled, as finn spoke of their sister. "she sounds fantastic." and he meant that too. "i can't wait to meet her, and her wife too." more family, the better. he enjoyed the extended family, he enjoyed being apart of it and having those bonds. he cared for it in ways he couldn't put into words. it was important, more so then most anything. he laughs as finn speaks. "maybe that's for the better." not all were fond of the tie wearing sponge after all. "any good books?" he asked, curious of his brother's taste. he doubted he would know any, his own taste wasn't too sophisticated after all. a nod of his head. "you have experience with this." not a question, but rather something apparent and obvious. henrik himself though, he was inexperienced to the supreme. he hoped such a trait was something he could amend fast. the chair fell down, and maybe if finn had said oops and seemed like he cared, henrik would be less startled. but alas, finn stood up with rigid posture and eyes hot with anger. "i--" he didn't even know what set him off. which words, which was spoken casually and apparently, unwisely. "hey, whatever it is, we'll figure it out." he assured, and believed it too.

finn mikaelson

it spins out from here. one minute he feels like he can have a rational conversation, can bond with his brothers about books and terrible tv shows and start feeling like the family he'd love to be, but in the next he's right back there in the coffin; trapped, watching the lid of his prison as the world goes on without him. he doesn't hear anything else, can't really resonate with anything that is actually going on in front of him.

his head snaps in henrik's direction, gaze prickling in confusion and despair. it's helpless that he feels, helpless and petrified at the thought of what could come next, of what is maybe an inevitability, as his eyes darken. " don't make promises you can't keep. none of us can. " he staggers backwards, blocks out anything else that's being said. ( the paranoia has consumed him, he's not thinking logically anymore; he'd recognize it if he could. ) " whenever white oak's involved, it never ends well for any of us. " he swallows hard, looks between his brothers. " explain, niklaus. "

the explanation comes, and his paranoia only seems to escalate. he's still as a statue, eyes boring into klaus. there may be white oak, it might be in the hands of parties unknown, or closer to home, but that's not what gets him. " you searched for it. " after all the pain, all the suffering, he still sought it out. " you can say it was a precaution, to prevent it falling into the wrong hands, but you and elijah — you always decide what's best, even if the rest of us suffer. what's to say you don't change your mind and decide to use it again? " the paranoia has paved the way for rage, for madness, as he takes a step forward. " i won't live my life in a box, niklaus. not again. " he can see henrik moving, grabs his arm before it can touch him. he operates purely on instinct, the horseman's influence getting the better of him as his fangs extend. call it desperation, call it a mistake; however it swings, he wrenches henrik in closer and goes in for his throat — for the kill. ( is he exciting enough yet? has he abandoned the dull husk he was suspected to be? )

henrik mikaelson

he didn't know enough to give true reassurance. all his words would come out faux, his inexperience prohibited him from being able to offer much of anything. he was moral support, a cheerleader. not an original vampire, not someone with years of experience, not someone who could offer up much of anything. well, he could walk in a house uninvited. but that came with the whole humanity thing in general. but he was a mikaelson. even if he lacked vampirism and power, he would stand by them. if they needed a fucking cheerleader, henrik would be that cheerleader. he'd do whatever he could provide. and in this moment, with finn aghast as he was as nik explained--- henrik knew what he could do. "finn," he began, considering his words. he saw finn's rage, saw an itching to fight. finn was angry, justifiably angry, but they didn't need to jump to fighting. not if henrik could help it. but apparently, he couldn't. because the moment he reached forward to attempt to touch his brother, to calm him down, finn swung. wrenching him closer, and then going for the bite.

klaus mikaelson

centuries of similar predicaments have taught him one thing: this is definitely going to go wrong. he knew what he was getting himself into ; more or less. he can't say he expected the news of the threat they ALL face to plummet like this and to be turned, somehow, into yet another thing to hold against him. for him to become, once again, the enemy. and yet, as finn exhibits his rage, klaus is unable to resort to a simple ' this isn't true '. he answers fire with fire and, in this case, the wrath of one ignites his own. " keep up your ludicrous act and i might just change my mind, after all, " he seethes, darkly ( and irrationally ). " ah, yes. your box. perhaps it was that better part of your life spent rotting in there that fashioned you into a sensible fool? if i had any intention of earning the white oat stake for myself, for leverage, do you not think i would've done anything but convoke a meeting so that i may announce it to the world? " yeah, he's reasoning ( at last ). but he has a feeling it's too late. finn has always been unreasonable in klaus' eyes. but this time, it's different. he seems erratic and, most importantly, suddenly willing to hurt someone objectively deemed as innocent. it doesn't matter what they make of henrik. finn, in all his righteous glory, would never. luckily, klaus is faster. he flashes between the two of his brothers, with enough of a bump into henrik to send him toppling to the floor ( and away from finn ). his forearm is propped against finn's neck -- and the dagger he had up his sleeve now into his brother's chest. this isn't new. at the christmas dinner too, finn caused more than a ruckus. he's searching finn's gaze and finds no semblance of lucidity. something is happening, but it's something that draws danger to them all. ." i'm sorry, brother. " unlike all the other times, he is. his throat tightens in bitterness and he raises a palm to the side of finn's face, an attempt to offer some hollow comfort that might make it to the real finn as klaus plunges him to the realm of his worst nightmare. " i'll rid you of this. i won't let you rot way for centuries. not again. " " i promise. "

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Holy Chaos: A Trans Woman’s Interpretation of the Genesis Binaries

Genesis 1:1-5;27;31

1 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 2 Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. 3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day. 27 So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them. 31 God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the sixth day.

Categories are nice. Categories allow us to sort out objects we want to be able to find and reference. This concept of categories can even be applied to abstract objects, such as ideas. One of the ways we make sense of the world we live in is by making categories to understand how everything interacts with each other. To provide an example of this, one of the simplest categories used by most everyone when it comes to food is “fresh.” It's a pretty simple category but a useful one. If the food is fresh, you keep it and eventually eat it; if it's not fresh, you toss it out. For most of us, this is a useful category but this simple category system is quite limiting if you are familiar with cooking or processing foods. Take for example, bananas. If we use this system with them, then the bananas would get thrown out after they become too ripe and outside the proposed understanding of “fresh.” For those that cook, that ripeness is necessary for making banana bread or banana pudding. This hypothetical system of what's “fresh,” if applied too strictly, would prevent anyone from ever making banana bread or banana pudding.

In this reading, we see that God makes light from the formless void and then separates it out from the darkness and with that we see a simple category being formed from the chaos. However that “formless void” never went away. It's still looming in the light and the darkness as part of the background. That background is never declared “not good” which is important to note because that formless void is still part of creation. While we can use a binary to describe darkness and light, we know this is not the only way to talk of it. The formless void still looms within the fabric of creation and will bring with it the chaos that will upset this order. With this chaos, we get dusk, dawn, twilight, noon, midnight, solar eclipses, and a whole slew of other terms used for natural lighting along a gradient. This feeling of chaos is intensified when you consider lighting from sources other than the sun, such as fluorescent lights, candles, and neon lights. You now get even more chaos added to our light and dark binary since now you have lighting that exists outside of the binary. Nowhere is this darkness or formless void during the creation process is it ever declared evil or not good. So within this “good” binary of light and darkness, we have “good” gradients within this binary as well as “good” outside of this binary.

It's interesting to note that darkness and light parallels with male and female. God created male and female. Not male or female, but male and female. Like our example of light and darkness, this also implies that gender is also part of the formless void. That within this binary, there is a male and female gradient as well as genders outside the binary. While this declaration may cause an uneasiness, maybe even fear or anger; it's import to note that if we are going to assume that God is control of all things then, we have to assume that the chaos is also under God's dominion. What is disordered to us, is orderly to the Lord. As children of God and heirs to the Kingdom, we are asked to be participants in the process of creation. While I am well aware that there's a tradition of reading “participating in creation” as “baby making,” we must remember that creation and life also has this holy chaos residing within it as well. Creation encompasses more than sex and giving birth. This also includes creating communities, ideas, and new categories to incorporate the cornerstone that has been rejected which not only expand the Kingdom meaningfully, but also brings us a more complete picture of the Godhead. We have the ability to create spaces that welcome queer people as part of the community in meaningful ways. But in order to do so, we have to recognize our humanity in Christ. That we are humans at the end of the day and we don't know everything. Though we can create from the chaos, we are not in control of it and never will be.

God's control of the chaos is a call to humility in our ultimatums about how life is. This reminds us that no matter how much we have figured or think we know, there is so much that we are ignorant of and so little we actually have control over in life. The things we do have control over though are the way we choose to treat others and interact with them. We can use our gifts to unite people together and decrease our collective suffering in this life. We can use our gifts to recognize Christ when he’s manifest in front of us and declare him Lord; or we can use our gifts like the Romans and Pharisees who decided the he should be crucified to prove how “right” they were about the way things are. The choice of how we use our gifts and choose to be stewards of creation is ours to make for better or worse. In regards to fellow LGBT+ people, we can recognize that queerness is a gift from God and brings a color into creation that we wouldn't have without such individuals, much like our first example concerning creating banana bread and banana pudding. We have the ability to include our queer siblings not as fixtures to give the veneer of inclusivity, but as cornerstone foundations to the church. As Paul declared to the church long ago, we are all one in Christ, so it's time to start acting like it. Amen.

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