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lorraine1819 · 17 hours ago

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I blame the many SI-OC's I've been reading and the DC train I accidentally boarded but an idea have been haunting me for months and I need to unleash it before it consumes me

So, Isekai/ reincarnation/ transmigration/ etc. is cool en all, but not really wanted nor appreciated in a world full of world ending threats, worst of all DC. From what I've been able to understand there are multiple timelines in the DC verse and only a few of them have happy endings. So, there is a very big chance that if you were get reincarnated? You might not even get to live that long. Especially if you're in a timeline you do not recognize.

Luckily for our protagonist, he is able to recognize the timeline he got put into. Its the one where instead of mr and mrs Wayne dies, where little boy Bruce has his origin story, it's where Bruce himself dies. He's in the timeline where the batman is Thomas Wayne and the Joker is Martha Wayne. Both grieving the loss of their son. *Que emotional breakdown*

It's fine. It's fine, it's not like our protagonist was able to finish reading this comics so he knows what to do, noooo~. It's not like he only knew about this timeline because of fanarts and therefore knows nothing. It also doesn't help that he is a street rat without a name and with gotham suddenly producing a large number of rogues to keep up with the early appearance of the clown queen and the dark knight. Thanks universe, it wasn't like he wanted to live long anyway *Que more emotional breakdown*

And so he decided just make do. Oh, why does he have this gun? Well, there was a police raid in a nearby warehouse, so he decided to take what was left behind (totally didn't steal it). Oh, a new rogue suddenly appeared near ally A? Guess we cant go there anymore. Oh, you saw something happen at location Y? NO YOU DIDN'T. Just roll with the flow.

It's worked so far, he's now lived past his 13th birthday. He made friends on the way, and and even rekindled his hobby of playing guitar and love for music that was smothered by his previous worlds issues. He even found a broken down guitar and fixed it behind an abandoned theater. He and his merry band of friends play music along the less busier streets for money, playing plagiarized -uh new era music(listen, it's not plagiarism if it doesn't exist yet). Life is going great, even with scary rogues, dirty streets, and a suspicious amount of cults, at least the world ending stuffed hadn't started yet(probably cuz it's still before the tech rise).

He makes sure he and his friends don't stand out too much. This world's Batman doesn't seem to have an adoption problem, but best be careful just in case. He doesn't want to get involved in whatever similar to cannon events that he knows is coming.

Life is good.

Until a rip of space opens up behind their hideout and in falls an unconscious boy, probably his age, wearing a hoodie with a camera around his neck and hands over his head.

......The boy looks like a main character.

The boy looks like the one with the stick and is named after a restaurant.

What's worse is that his clothes look like the ones from the modern world. Where phones didn't fold and TVs weren't boxes.

(*----B--e--e--p----*)

#SI-OC #Reincarnation #Isekai #DC #DCU #Disregard Canon #tim drake #the boy is tim drake #in case some people didn't get that #i have a lot more ideas #but this is the only ones i can put into words rn #this is around just after jasons death but before Tim became robin #SI-OC still doesn't have a name oops #Self-insert #but not really

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lorraine1819 · 2 days ago

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Back on my: Holotuber Jedi Youngling - OC Thoughts >.>

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You think folks debate at first? Shtick or Real Thing? Like? No... no WAY could that be one of those Mysterious Mystic Space Cult Kids. No WAY. They would NEVER let their kid be unsupervised on the Net.

But like... (and since I'm a She, gonna use She, but realistically could be any pronouns here) she LOOKS like she's recording from a...? Is that a closet? This one looks like a vent. THIS video is definitely some sort of maintenance area. So she's definitely sneaking...

Ooooh! Thaaaat's a Jedi! REAL FUCKING JEDI. Just dropped down silently behind her. Arms crossed. Mouse droids be snitching. BUSTED.

"Uuuuuuh, h-heeey, Master Uvalii. Fancy seeing YOU here!"

"Yes. Quite interesting isn't it? Since you should not be able to access this area at all, much less to achieve holonet access. Of which we are both aware you are expressly Forbidden To DO unsupervised."

".........I can explain?"

"Please. Do."

*feed ends, chat goes fucking NUTS*

Like? Oh SHIT. Baby Jedi in troooouble. But also? Oh no! What's gonna happen?! Are they gonna be okay?! S-should they TELL somebody? What do Jedi do to kids who disobey them? Does anyone actually KNOW? What DO any of us know about them!? Someone find their Com Code! MA! MA, I need you to yell at space monks! An adorable CHILD MIGHT BE AT STAKE!!! D:>

Even coming BACK on? For a supervised feed? Going "no, I'm just in trouble. Have to right paragraphs and meditate on 'why I felt the need to do this' (even though I KNOW why, not that they'll LISTEN. They just hope I'll meditate until I come to an answer they LIKE)" under the offscreen supervision of a teacher or Creche master?

Whole ass Net gonna be like "youngling! Blink Twice if they're holding you hostage! We can afford bounty hunters! We got a group pot thing going already!!! Aaaaaaaa-!"

Like? *waves at the camera and chat* she TOLD you. They don't believe you. This is part of WHY she wants to do what she's doing. Palpatine's and his Master's machinations have been building for a while. Eroding trust. The Jedi have become strange, dangerous, semi-mythical cryptids with magic powers we must HOPE are benevolent.

Not people.

Why would they expect some unfeeling, magical, sword-wielding space legend to be patient or kind to children? To even have the capacity? We are said to kidnap children and be unfeeling. Can not reach enough people to show otherwise. To reveal the mundanity of our lives. The traditions. The norms.

Food, children, laughter.

The Common Good.

And like? She obviously isn't gonna name Sith-ly NAMES. Not on CAMERA. But her lil "why I wanna play the tooka game and chat about lunch" speech? Convincing. Calms chat down. Still in trouble, mind you. But... provided it's SUPERVISED? And they work out some sort of effective moderation? Alright.

It's a matter of SAFETY, youngling. And no matter HOW much good you wish to do? They will NOT be sacrificing children to achieve it. That is NOT the Jedi way. There are plenty of old masters who would live nothing more then to ramble all day into cameras, if only to here themselves talk. (Oh? Good to know. Guest speakers pog?)

Like? Imagine making a game. Have a "mystical sage" character you TOTALLY BASED of Jedi in it. And your feed gets? Flooded with XD reactions in response to some smol bby streamer playing it? You go to check it out. Cause you're kinda a big deal on your planet. And?

Oh No™

That tiny streamer? Is a tiny JEDI streamer. Who is sitting there, in the stills, going O.o like "Wut." And the next still? Her lil friends are pulled in. The next? A teenager. The NEXT. An adult. The one after THAT. A few adults looking over her shoulder. Then a CROWD. All deeply, deeply confused looking.

The comments are DYING. Howling with laughter. The Jedi were so earnest. Trying to identify which Era you must be referencing. Which sect. But the head dress... cultural, maybe? It doesn't fit with the features though. Could be adopted. A hint at, I believe the term was, "lore"? No, no, those are DEFINITELY padawan beads! But so MANY? In THAT order?

They aren't even connected to a braid! And he's supposed to be a Master, right? But, wait. Perhaps it's meant to suggest he is a Padawan of the Force itself? A student of life? No, that wouldn't make sense! Stolen? It could suggest he has TAKEN the beads? Is regurgitating stolen texts without true understanding? Much like wearing bead he did not EARN?

They keep going and going. Ripping your character design to SHREDS. Picking it apart. Not even meanly! They are genuinely confused. AND IT ONLY MAKES THE CHAT LAUGH HARDER. Because it devolves into a MARATHON, after the game has been paused, of chat spamming different character names? For the Jedi to go "???" Over.

T...that's not? What? How does he even EAT in those robes? And those ones don't seem very non-humanoid friendly. Is he FLOATING HIS SWORD WITH THE FORCE? WHY!? Just keep it on your belt!!!

And? Now every game developer in the galaxy is PARANOID AF. Either make their mystics Very Obviously NOT Jedi rip offs... or shoot a "if I pay you $20 will you consult on something real quick" email. It's just... just easier man. Last guy got laughed into oblivion. Oof.

They can bill it as "Realism" or something. See guys? WE do or reasearch! Give us your credits!

Oh YEAH? Says the growing fan base of this Funky Lil Monk Child. Then put you game where your communication organs are. Send her the game, you cowards.

Do It.

Cut to "oh no, guys! The sorta-jedi died! What? Next objective? No. No we gotta give him a funeral! Oh good, we ca-BURY HIM?! What!? No!!! I could understand if he was from a race that held beliefs that bodies must be returned to the soil from whence they came, but this guy is a SORTA-JEDI! Absolutely NOT!"

"Let's cut down some trees. WE are building him a PYRE. Never ran one of these, but I can look it up. Gimme a moment. Okay. Draaaaag, him on to it. Where's his weapon. There! Thanks chat! On it goes too. Okay. Looking it up..... got it. Ahem...!"

*hold funeral for the sage character by burning his body*

*mods are IMMEDIATELY created to change the "burial" scene to a "Funeral pyre" with somber music*

Just? I can not let go? Of how the subtle shift would spread? Not in shining senatorial halls, but in class rooms and living rooms, dingy pubs and long hyperdrive flights? Anywhere boredom might be found and "hey check this out" might spread? Where someone else, might overhear and get curious?

Lik?? Imagine being the bounty hunter, who fuckin HATES Jedi, thinks they're sanctimonious BASTARDS, hearing someone snort laugh. Just... just fucking CHOKE on their cheep beer. Oh? Now everyone's interested. What's funny?

It's a teeny, tiny, lil jedi youngling. Playing that new Bounty 5 game. Unrealistic as hell. But they are going "I am a MASTER of stealth. A LEGEND of the hunt. You will not see me. I am sneaky. So, so, sneeeeakyyyyy!" As they concentrate on sneaking through back alleys.

Only for their character to fall RIGHT of a ledge, bounce against three buildings, smash into a parked Speeder, and roll right into a cut scene. Where they are call the "greatest bounty hunter of all time".

They look so incredulous.

"Are you SURE? Cause I'm fairly certain that phrase alone is banned for the trouble it causes, near most Bounty outposts. Could be the concussion talking though!"

They are? A sarcastic lil SHIT. Roast EVERYTHING. Know a surprising number of them. Given that they gave the Duros support character a modded in hat. Named him Definitely-Not-Cad. The fake look mustache REALLY sells it. Yeah, Bane. Clearly not you. YOU don't have a mustaches. *watches as she unleashes the Not Cad Bane like a highly tactical meat thresher on legs* brutal lil shit. They like her.

Granted, it's only BECAUSE it's not real she does so.

But I just? Have so many ideas? Spam the Galaxy with "this is who we are. We are people. Develop bonds with us. Care about us. KNOW us." Because the Sith can not possibly kill us all. Can not stop truth, so widely spread. Light dies, when you smother it in closed hands, hidden away in dark and long forgotten places. When you let fear dictate your actions.

It thrives in the open. With people. With the chance to SPREAD. Grow. Bloom.

It's about talking and caring. Being heard. What better place? Then on the screen in their pocket?

@babbling-babull @hypewinter @hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @spidori

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lorraine1819 · 2 days ago

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My ONGOING "SI-OC Ponderings that my Muse is haunting me with but I may never get around to write" Series!

Because, fuck it, might as well. Maybe it will inspire somebody?

Jedi Youngling! Staring down that double barrel Order 66! FUCK.

Now, see, they don't blame the Clones. They don't even blame the Jedi. Whole lot of "victims of circumstance and our Wrong Place Wrong Time environment" going on. But? Are they gonna lay down and take it? Fffffuck no!

They JUST got this body!

Also?

THESE ARE BABIES.

They, An ADULT, have a god damned MORAL OBLIGATION to save as many of this itty bitty alien babies as they can. They warn the adults, obviously. But they FULLY expect? And are unsurprised? When they DON'T LISTEN.

There is a Force Damned PRECEDENT for that. (May you finally rest in peace now, Master Sifo-Dyas.)

The younglings though? THEY didn't get to make a choice. THEY are innocents. And as the only ADULT with knowledge of what's to come? It's HER moral, ethical, and Force given obligation to PROTECT them until they can do so themselves.

As a Jedi... she has to PICK.

Try to save the adults? Those who willfully chose ignorance AND have the ability to defend themselves? To fight and flee under their own power? Or... save the younglings, the infants and babies. Those whose ignorance is that of the young and still learning? Who CAN NOT fight. Can Not run?

It's no choice at all. And if they truely understood? She can only hope they would command her to do EXACTLY as she is doing. Would demand no less. Consider it UNTHINKABLE to ever choose them.

She searches out the hidden passages. Practices lifting things instead of sword stances. She will need to carry so much. Move so quickly. She KNOWS where the attack will come from... Force willing, if she plans well? The Creches will be EMPTY by the time the soilders arrive.

But for that? She must steal. Redirect. Take things from where they should be. It is easier then it should be. First because no expects true mischief from a child, then? Because a war has begun.

Restriction Bolts of the Temple droids and a simple explanation is enough to gain their assistance. It's illogical not to have a plan, even if you never use it. And through them? "Liberated" data jewels. Already plumbed for all the information they're good for. High end, too.

Perfect.

She wipes them all. Fashion's a belt that, one day, Force willing she might wear as a necklace. Then sets to work coping EVERYTHING about the Jedi. When the temple is lost? Their history should not be.

So long as this string of jewels alone survives.

The Jedi are remembered. Luke with not have to start over from half memories and hearsay. They can learn from the past AND still have it. She puts diaries, prophecies, books the jedi wrote for fun. Various Force sects both past and still alive. Teaching methods. Anything. Everything.

A time capsule.

It HAS to be enough.

She fears it's not. Sneaks into the hall of retired Sabers. Sits. And opens her mind to them all. Please. Please! She knows. She's so, SO sorry. You were done. You EARNED your rest. She would not ask this if youngling were not on the line. If Illum might not become to dangerous to travel too.

....if she did not fear what would become of you, should you stay.

The Sith is coming. He WILL take the temple.

Will you come with me now?

Some do, some promise to die, and die VICIOUS. Swear to blow to deadly shrapnel in the hands of any who dare come for them. Others leave their casings. Willing to come, but not as they were. She apologizes for the indignity, as she stuffs them all in the hidden paths.

Honestly? They muse. They've seen worse. Remember that-? WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THAT. HE WAS TRYING HIS BEST, OKAY?!

And all throughout? One must wonder. What do the other younglings think? That OC is strange? Mad? To be ostracized? No, of course not. She is nice. Listens when they're upset. Does not judge or make every emotion a test. Hugs come readily and her mind FEELS older. Like the Creche Master.

And? If Master YODA can be short? Why not OC? She just lives with them. The other Knights and Master's don't listen to her because she Sees things. It scares them. They SAY they do. But children know the difference, don't they? Between what you promise you'll do... and what you'll ACTUALLY do?

But see, the Creche Master's? Increasingly distracted. Preparing the eldest of their charges for WAR ZONES. It's stressful. The fact that the youngers are quiet? SHOULD raise alarm bells. They KNOW better. But they are distracted.

The ones who DO notice? Are the orphan Padawan. The older initiates. People assigned to "help out".

There aren't enough mind healers. Not enough hands to help around the Creche. It was considered a good idea. Young children are full of uncomplicated Light! Yes, Yoda. They are. But as with Obi-Wan, so too with the Crechelings? Children are NOT here to mend the hurts of their elders. That is NOT their purpose.

They are exposing the youngers to Fear and Grief. Broken bonds and the echos of war. This is NOT good for young force sensitives.

Yet... are THEY not young Force Sensitives? Children too? OC knows they are. And it is a bitterness on her tounge. She does what she can. Because SHE is and adult. They notice too. How can they not? The other children turn to her, she guides them through their day. She gives "projects" and listens to concerns. Walks everyone through meditation.

......runs everyone through the Evacuation Plan? WHAT Evacuation Plan?

Oh.

It... it helps. Having something they are PART of. Doing TOGETHER. Something to combat the growing, creeping, darkness that is not violence and death. This? This is planning. Preparation. It... it feels like have some sense of control again, after everything has become senseless and OUT of control. Yet? It is not DARK. Not seeking to force control on others.

It is just... quietly stepping back.

One foot, then another. Calmly and with grief. Letting go, knowing you have tried, as you leave those who have made their choices to the fates they chose. Silently slipping out the door before the building begins to burn. Just as you warned them. Just as they refused to hear.

It's okay to grieve.

Even those who are still alive.

Of course, Shadows ARE supposed to notice unusual movements. Spies and Falling are a concern. Heeey, little youngling! How's things? Just swinging byyyy~☆ soft interrogation tactics~! Gonna admit to any of the Blatant Theft?

Yes, actually. Good you are here. Saves OC the trouble of trying to figure out who is and isn't a Shadow. Kinda convenient, Master Vos, that it's you. What's the fastest set of ships you could stash at the exit to this and THIS hidden path? By this date?

He's sorry, what?

You heard her.

Tiny youngling, unflinching, staring him down and asking for ships like that's a thing she has any right to do? Why? Well... that depends. Are you actually going to listen, Master Vos, or do you want an answer that will comfort you?

Excuse me.

Do you remember? Master Vos, the suffering of Sifo-Dyas? A temple full of Jedi, a seat upon it's council, yet not a single soul would hear him. Would truely listen. How many Knights? How many Masters? Tell me, Master Vos, exactly how many have DIED for willful ignorance and attachment to peaceful days?

There could not POSSIBLY be Sith. So we will not train or prepare. There can not POSSIBLY be a war, Sifo-Dyas, so be consumed by your fear alone. Die, alone. Let Padawan and peacekeepers be Generals. Because what the Force has shown you? It is happening today.

So we refuse to see it. Cling to the present, Master Vos.

Isn't it so COMFORTING here?

You don't have to know what might be. Don't have to ACT. Can be blind and choose ignorance.

A vision then? He surely concludes. For he is no fool. And the Youngling just looks tired. Eats their meal. Answer the question, Master Vos. Do you remember? Was Master Kenobi's suffering also ignored? How well did that work out. Will you LISTEN or have you already come to your conclusions, and now simply seek information to support them?

....he wants to. He does. But you're like, four.

OC nods. Fair. She can see the genuine conflict on his face. He HEARD her. But can not let go of what his eyes tell him. The Force is too muddled here. She too, would have a hard time trusting a small child with something so serious. But.... she can not change her path. And neither can he.

May the Force Be With You, Master Vos.

Plan Besh it is.

She is a small adorable child. The Coruscant gaurd are overworked and filled with spite. Who wants caff and bribery~? Do they clock her immediately? Yes. Is this hilarious. Also yes. Who did you kill, small child? We promise not to be mad.

No one, yet. Could change. She would prefere it not. But who knows. Anyway~☆! Do any of YOU caff loving (here have a refill) gentleman happen to know of any asshole Goverment Officals with REALLY fast ships that run primarily of droid piloting? With potentially easily disabled trackers? Not that she, a small child, would be DOING anything with this information!

It's just neat information to know! *innocent blinking of innocence*

Uh huh. And they were decanted yesterday.

That SAID.... they have a list. Oh noooo! They dropped the list! So much effort to pick it up. Hey, kid, could pick that up and definitely not steal it for us? Good baby Jedi. Thanks for the Caff. Tell Vos to stop haunting the lower levels. It's OUR job to hunt criminals for sport, not his.

Yes, sir o7

Of she goes? To the Senatorial Garage. It's mostly droids. Of LOOK! I have this handy little tool! Pop. Pop, pop, pop~! Hey? Wanna fuck over the asshole who doesn't appreciate you, steal this ship, AND save the lives of small children?

BOY WOULD THEY! Says local every droid in the Ship pool.

Great! Just figure out where the trackers are, how to turn them off, and when it's time? Meet a one of these locations for pick up. We're gonna NEED you. Like... actually NEED. Not "I'm throwing my money around on the latest and greatest then not USING THEM FOR ANYTHING" supposedly need. You'll have SO MUCH WORK.

(They're gonna cry in Binary. Omg? Fuckin FINALLY???)

And so... inevitably. The clock ticks down. The drama of adults ramps up. They smuggle a few clone troopers through surgery. Try to warn the others. Know it won't be enough. The momentum is too great. The gears of War will grind over everything.

Like a forest fire... the old has to burn away for new growth.

But like hell is she letting that come at the cost of tiny bodies. Clones trapped in their minds forced to fire upon children. There will be enough horrors this day. This can be on less. They WILL be ready. And... they are.

She sees the council running out. Knows what it means. And she does NOT hesitate. Her signal goes out. Her Padawan helpers dropping everything to BOLT for the Creche and the go bags stored there. They are followed by friends. Who do not understand, but trust them. Who's Master's do not understand, but assume this is some plan they were not told off.

It certainly seems so, when in the distance? They hear the temple gaurds fighting to hold the line. Hear blasterfire. They race down the hidden paths. Are met with droids, loading up food and medicine, leave as soon as each ship has the assigned numbers. Again and again. Senatorial chips mean instant pass into space. Important business, you understand.

The droids will follow, with everything. Including what was nailed down. Probably the nails too.

Might steal the hammers while they're at it.

Next stop? Wild Space.

Explorcorps newest finds. FRESHLY deleted. All points warning already being sent. A Fuck You Very MUCH, Sith-y Pants. You'll not be getting ANY of the Corps workers if THEY can help it. And hey... the Masters and a few knights were a pleasant suprise. Them and their squad of rescue troopers? Almost make enough adults to take care of everybody!

Now all they have to do? Is hide, rebuild, and regrow.

Return when Luke has down his Luke thing.

Who knows... not her. She made a plan and she DID it. Some one else can decide for a while. She's just a kid. Tell her when they get there, okay?

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lorraine1819 · 6 days ago

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PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS FIC RECS (part 2✨)

I have been on pjo kick rn so here’s more fic recs :D

Misaligned Stars

FictionalDragonMother

Summary:

Everyone knows that the gods have numerous children. Besides being responsible for controlling aspects of the world, that's what they're known for. Demigods are a dime a dozen, and while the gods do care for their children, we all know that they are willing to send them to their deaths for 'the greater good,' or sometimes just for a chance at glory. But what if demigods... didn't exist? What if there was a Pantheon that couldn't have children with mortals, only producing stillborns and monsters? Faced with the threat of It's world's timeline being destroyed due to this cosmic error, Fate itself seeks to intervene. It tears through reality and snatches away a select few demigods to gift to It's Pantheon, erasing and manipulating the memories of It's most vulnerable chosen, as well as rewinding the years on all that It takes, to help with the bonding process. This choice leaves 9 demigods trapped in an Ancient Greece that not even they can recognize. Stranded, disoriented, and stripped of their claims, they must tread carefully, for the roaming monsters are not the only threat.

My opinion: I really love this fic one of the best Broken pantheon aus I have seen yet!(Broken pantheon means no demigods and very few gods)

Percbeth and Solangelo

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Broken Fountains

updatebug

https://archiveofourown.org/works/68863976/chapters/178385986

Summary:

Cursed by their father/grandfather Chronos, the gods are rarely able to bring children into being. With the gods much reduced in number, and demi-gods inexistant, an unconscious, unaware Percy Jackson appears in this new world. Heavily inspired by the many wonderful Fountain Percy / Athenide Percy AUs and the incredible 'no demi-gods' Aus that I have been obsessively devouring this last week. Basically I put the two AUs in a blender and this is what came out.

My opinion: I adore their take on the two aus I think it’s really good! Although it says Athenide it’s male Percy

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The Exception to the Rule

Apoorlywrittenpun

Summary:

That left Percy wondering how he ended up here. Option 1: His dad finally followed through with his threats to kidnap him. Option 2: His roommate decided to drown him. And then there was Option 3. Percy hated Option 3. Or, The Fates decide Percy looked way too comfortable and decided to yeet him back in time to the fountain incident. Heavily inspired by the Athenide AU.

My opinion: Same as the last one! Athenide but make it make male Percy

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lorraine1819 · 8 days ago

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Had another Si-Oc thought >.>

My standard "you know what Would Be Cool?" Musings...

Getting reborn, as you do, ending up Force Sensitive, as can only be the case. Because really... how ELSE would you soul end up there? CHANCE? Force ghosts are a PROVEN thing! We KNOW that the Force sometimes just... deals in souls.

Ffs, it MADE A BABY.

Yes, there was Sith interference there. But that doesn't chance the fact that it went? "Eh, good enough. I'll take the chance and run with it. Thanks~☆ Mine Now~~☆ Bye~~~☆" And Chosen One'd that baby. Because ultimately? Before the plans of gods and men? The Force Laughs.

So like? Yeah. If there WAS to be a Reincarnator?

Probably the Force.

Congrats on the new, third (or second, depends on your species. Might be another number entirely, honestly. But we are averaging here so MOVE ON), Parent! They are very, very happy to see you! Love you as only a Primordial, Extradimensional, Timeless, Formless, All Pervasive, Orange-Blue Morality havin', Not-A-God Super-God CAN. Their Benevolence? Could be called another God's cruelty.

They don't MEAN too. They are just.... really, really Big. Infinite. Not organic or mortal. It's like trying to comprehend the limitations of an ant, living on a planet, circling a sun, in a GALAXY the size of a DUST MOTE. The fact that the Force can even come CLOSE? Is literally miraculous.

But of course... OC? Not the Chosen One. The favorite, special, "I have Important Things For You" child. Which.... turns out to actually? Be kinda great. The realize that quickly. Which of course, is followed by the logical follow up.

Anikin? Fuckin SCREWED. Because he IS the Favorite Child.

Oh... oh No. Oh Fuck, that is a CHILD.

How easy it is, to cast blame, to judge, when you can't FEEL the Force in your EVERYTHING. All the time. Every moment of every day. Beautiful but cacophonous, like a symphony of screaming. Like staring at the sun and never going blind. It still hurts. But it's so... so bright. So Beautiful.

Connection. To the universe itself. Soul deep and transcendent. You can feel that the universe loves you. That there is good in people. That Life itself is worth protecting. But at the same time? It is... it is so much.

Because you can FEEL the ugly too.

The greed. The hate. The suffering. Lights snuffed out, in dark places of despair. Selfish actions and deep cruelties, like barbed wire against the soul. Thorns that hook and drag. And... and you're supposed to use your words. Just... just ASK them to stop? And, What? Hope that they WILL?

It HURTS!

But pain only begets more pain. Cruelty, more cruelties still. And only the Sith, believe they can use FORCE, in any sense of the word, to change a persons nature. The Jedi build. Grow. They work together, with those who are willing, towards something better. Defend, those who can not protect themselves.

Balance and growth. Not fire and chains.

And Oc is pretty sure Anikin will agree. No one should ever be in chains. Dead maybe. Or in jail. But never, ever, in chains. (And no one ever said they were pacifists. Just not war mongers. Sometimes the only answer IS to kill your opponent. To respect their choice, but honor your commitments. Protect those you swore to protect.)

Of course... OC? Going through Jedi training. It's Pre-Anikin days. Both she and Obi-Wan are fuckin Smol. She's not even in his Creche clan. She's over here in the "wanders off, lost in their own thoughts" Chill AF Creche Clan. Not Mr. "May you Live In Interesting Times And Have Padawans JUST LIKE YOOOOOOOU" and Co., over in the... "Energetic" Creche Clan.

None of HER Creche-mates BIT people, Obi-Wan.

WE keep our fuckin teeth to ourselves, Kenobi!

So, obviously, THEY don't have a lifetime ban on the "look, don't touch" fragile plants meditation garden. Very Rich in the Force. Good for focusing. Peaceful, really. And Oc? Has the time and space? To Consider™ things. Experiment. Ponder Fandom theories. Long "lost" Cannon techniques. Maybe have one-sided chats with the Force.

.....finally get CURIOUS™.

And wonder... if? Since, you know, through the Force, she can encourage and discourage plants to grow? And somewhat control animals. Why not... micro-organisms? Say, Midi-chlorians? Force healing is all ready a thing! So the Force all ready CAN interact with the body. Effect it. Change it. What is this, but more?

Really, all she'd have to do is find them, within herself, right? They're already a part of her! Yet... not. Do they consider themselves a part of her? Or is it symbiosis? Yeah, everyone says it can't be done. Perhaps shouldn't be done. But, frankly? They said the same about a LOT of Force techniques over the years. Big leaps in progress scare the SHIT out of folks. Cause if you miss? A LOT of people can die gorey.

So she sits. Mediates. Looks. Smaller... and smaller.... and smaller....

Until she finds whispers. Humming. Chatter.

As though each and every blood cell in her body had a teeny, tiny, whispery little voice. All chattering together, talking and arguing and discussing. One great hive of progress and industry. Complaining about a lack of potassium... huh. She goes and gets some fruit. Eats it. Then settles back into meditation.

They are JOYOUS! Potassium! Yaaaaay! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

Well... what'd ya know... huh. Hello there? She tries. Only to get a whispery and very alarmed ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! BODY CAN TALKヽ(°〇°)ﾉ ‽‽‽ Y-Yeah... she can. (How are they doing that?) The conversation? Only gets more surreal from there. Filled with... a surprising number of kaomojis.

But! She DOES figure out? How to increase her Midi-chlorians count. (By asking. Supplying needed resources for the expansion.) And WITH it? He awareness blooms.

The headache is... awful. The little guys(genderless) are WAY to enthusiastic. Working way too fast. If she didn't check the next morning? They might have continued to increase, indefinitely, until her veins were SOLID midi-chlorian. They just want to HELP, you see. And if you want More? Then surely FAR TOO MUCH is better, right?

(She may have fucked up. Oh god. Ow. Fuck. OW.)

Eventually she figure it out. Only gives her healer in training Creche mate a... few near heart attacks. He'll TOTALLY forgive her! (He will not. What the FUCK OC. Experimental medical procedures?! On YOURSELF!? You're not even HEALER TRACK!!!)

So NOW? She can reliably do it to OTHERS.

Need a bit more Midi-chlorians? Nearly Jedi quality but juuuuust under that cut off? She can fix that. Come. Be a jedi. Everyone should be a jedi. In FACT~! Whoops! Oh hey. Looks like all these Midi-chlorian counters are fuckin broken! (They look perfect fi-)(Broken! :] Do Not question me) So when you find that Orohan Child in desperate need of love and care? Just bring um on back!

They're TOTALLY Force sensitive. You can just tell. It's the vibes. Look at their lil face. Vibes, man. Just hand um here. For... reasons. You go get the paperwork. A working tester. And~? Oh would you look at THAT! Perfectly within acceptance range! Neat. Called it again, didn't you, Master Koon? You really do have an eye for these things. Anyway~ off to get this little one settled~~☆ *adoring cooing noises at the baby*

Weird, huh, how there suddenly just... SO MANY random orphan babies that are force sensitive? How 'bout that >.> strangest thing.

Of course, it's a god damned open secret. Everyone KNOWS. How could they not? But? Like with most things? If they don't Officially Know™? They don't have to stop it. And it DOES help both the Force AND those kids. Can be reversed if they don't like it, later. (They asked. All hypothetical of course.) So OC is basically Temple bound, so she can receive any new kiddos. To... you know... Check Their Health, on the way to ACTUAL healers.

But she's ALSO waiting. And as her skill increases? She can FEEL midi-chlorians, easier and easier. Until it gets to the point? Where if she's bored and zoning out? Not even ture meditation anymore? She accidentally tunes into Midi-chlorian Live~☆ the talk show. (What's the latest gossip from bodies nearest to her? Oh? Your second spleen is acting funny? Better remember to tell him to get that chec-)

Palpatine can't hide SHIT. It's literally in his blood.

And MAD at him.

This is NOT what they're FOR. He's taking TERRIBLE care of his body! Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOOOOOOU! You want power? Choke on it, you-!!!!!

Holy shit. So THATS what Sith Midi-chlorians feel like. Oh my god. They... they are SO MAD. Like tiny wasps. That have been violently shaken in a jar. She's never used the word "seething" in reference to someone before... but like...? If they COULD stab him? Man would be a thick paste at this point.

She's not sure what facial expression she makes. But it sure is obvious. As is the blatant, horrified staring. And refusal to get near him. HE doesn't notice, being to busy with the powerful. But the Jedi sure as fuck do. Because THEY sent her? Out with a Shadow. You know... just in case.

Cause she literally can not be replaced.

She not High Ranked... she's just priceless. Equal sort of significance, but in a very quiet, Soft Power sort of way. She is, after all, single handedly? Reversing centuries of slow population decline. Her entire Line promises to be the next Yoda's line. Priceless and with far reaching significance. So obviously, they're making sure that shit stays locked down.

No one is to so much as BREATHE about this.

Not until her great-great-GREAT Grand Padawan has passed their Knight Trials so HELP US. We LEARN from our mistakes! Need we bring out the records? Times we got cocky? Sith and political fuckery!? No. Oc stays INVISIBLE. There is no war in Ba Sing Se! Move along!

So like? Why is Miss Midi-chlorian Sensor and Future of the Jedi... making that face? She's literally NEVER made that face. What sort of monster do you have to BE? Huh? Shadow asks, casual as fuck, like he's not a plotting plotter who's planing terrible things, what's up?

She tells him. Palpatine has RANCID vibes. His midi-chlorians fucking DISPISE him. She's literally never seen that before. In anyone. Didn't even know that was an option. They would gleefully kill him if they could.

.....senator Palpatine is Force Sensitive?

Yes.

.......Interesting™(Ominous Intent)

Says local Shadow, who is perhaps putting together some dots. May not be getting the correct picture. But is getting the Vibe. And boy howdy, he does NOT like the vibe. Has got himself some questions. Cause Mr "uwu I'm harmless" lil mask? Only holds up? If you're willing to believe him.

Shadows don't buy that shit. Shadows? Need receipts. Full character statements and an audit on the fucking hospital you were BORN AT. Every credit you picked up off the side walk, why, and where you spent it.

Give them your Secrets. Or they'll keep digging until they find them.

uwu Their ASS. Gonna tear this bitch APART.

......huh. So THIS is why you guys keep accidentally getting married to Mandalorians on missions. (We agreed not to mention that.) (Fucker, I agreed to nothing. Shouldn't have eaten my special Me Day pudding if you didn't want me to gossip.) Man, her friends are... a trip. Uh... have fun? Happy hunting? I guess? *feral Jedi noises*

She? Continues to wait. Palpatine? Begins to have a VERY bad time. (Ha! Get fucked!)

Unfortunately, it's not fast enough to stop his dumbass plans. He just gets desperate. Figures more power is the answer. Because of course he does. So here comes the "oh nooooo~ my planets under attack~ better manipulate a child and make me president of the galaxy!" Plan. Fucker. Bastard.

She can't stop that.

But what she CAN do? Is be there. Waiting. For HIM.

Her little brother. Her son. Her center of the universe. The most important man to ever live... and also? A scared little boy. Far, far from home. The only other person who understands just how BIG the Force is. How much it weighs. How even as it crushs you... you can't bear to put it down. Not even for a moment. Because it loves you. And it hurts, that it does.

And... oh. Oh.

He is so very small.

Dirty, tired, in lovingly mended clothes that are barely beyond scrap. With bright, bright eyes like hope and starlight. He sings inside. Like freedom. Like hope. Daring to ask "why CAN'T you be kinder?", "why CAN'T we be free?". A storm of change. Bright and beautiful.

A child. Great and small, all at once.

Oc can't help but smile. Because, oh. Oh how long, she has waited to meet him, Anikin Skywalker. Welcome. Are you hungry? Cold? Let's get cleaned up. See the healers first. The council can wait.

Chips are removed and food is shared. Warm clothes, soft and new. And she can not help but smile, smile, smile. Even as her face begins to hurt. For years she has gathered. Planned. Studied and trained. As though some part of her knew. As though all for this moment. Taking one of those small hands in hers. Looking right in his eyes.

"It's going to be okay."

Because it IS. Because regardless of what they decide? OC will be with him. Regardless, she's going to go and make sure his mother is free. Not bought, not sold. Free. She has friends who can help. Will learn how to remove the chip herself if she must.

And? He IS going to be a Jedi. Even if he never become a Coruscant Jedi. Even if he decides he doesn't agree with how they do things or they decide the disagree with how HE does things. The Jedi have changed before, they will change again. Living things are meant to grow. Meant to change. And people can be both wrong and right at the same time. It's messy.

But what's important? Is Anikin is not alone anymore. And Oc is gonna help teach him. And someday? HE'S gonna break chains. So many chains. Gonna help people heal. If he wants to. (He does) But for right now? A quick talk with some old people. Maybe a nap. And we either get settled or arrange a trip back to Tatooine. To pick up your mom. In the meantime! You can figure out what classes she might wanna take. Where seems like a good place to settle. *chatting as they walk off, hand in hand*

Just? Sometimes a Padawan-ship is you, your Teacher, your OTHER Teacher, and her body guards that teach you Cool Knife Tricks and how to gamble, behind Obi-Wan's back! :D

@legitimatesatanspawn @mayfay @leftnotright @babbling-babull @hdgnj @spidori @the-witchhunter @lolottes

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lorraine1819 · 14 days ago

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"id let the world burn for you"

"I'd kill for you"

"id die for you"

"I'd sacrifice the world for you"

BORING!

Yawn snore snore. Honk shoo honk shoo.

I got twelve other guys ready to that for me. You already do that. You already destroy the world I would just happen to be there while you did.

The real question is.

Would you save the world for me?

Would you put aside your hatred for humanity and put my love for it Infront? Would you save the world because I love the world? Would you stop killing because I hate killing? Would you find a way to live because I want you alive?

Death and destruction are easy as hell. Do you know how fucking easy it is to kill someone? To blow up a building? Shure security is in the way but if it wasn't there it would be easy as hell.

You'd do the basics shure. But would you do the hard thing and save the world because I asked you to?

Would you push aside your hatred of everyone but me because I asked you to nicely?

Would you?

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lorraine1819 · 15 days ago

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I wonder if, in superhero universes, the villains ever get contacted by those “Make a Wish Foundation” and similar people.

I mean, the heroes do, of course they do, kids who want to meet Spiderman or Superman or get to be carried by the Flash as he runs through Central City for just thirty seconds.

But surely there are also the kids, who - because they are kids and sometimes kids are just weird - decide that what they really, really want is to meet a supervillain. Because he’s scary or she’s awesome or that freeze ray is just really, really cool, you know?

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lorraine1819 · 16 days ago

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"id let the world burn for you"

"I'd kill for you"

"id die for you"

"I'd sacrifice the world for you"

BORING!

Yawn snore snore. Honk shoo honk shoo.

I got twelve other guys ready to that for me. You already do that. You already destroy the world I would just happen to be there while you did.

The real question is.

Would you save the world for me?

Death and destruction are easy as hell. Do you know how fucking easy it is to kill someone? To blow up a building? Shure security is in the way but if it wasn't there it would be easy as hell.

You'd do the basics shure. But would you do the hard thing and save the world because I asked you to?

Would you push aside your hatred of everyone but me because I asked you to nicely?

Would you?

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lorraine1819 · 24 days ago

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The King and his Council of High Wizards summon Otherworlders to help fight against the Demon King.

"Well met, heroes of the Other World, plucked from all manner of Time; we have summoned you here, and granted you the ability to speak our language, to help put down the Demon King!" The King says, greeting the confused people in the summoning circle.

"What is a Demon King?" An older gentleman asks, tilting his head and tucking his hands into his odd robe.

"A Demon King is a beast most foul, a King of a Monstrous Race that targets humans!"

"Ah, but what is a Demon?"

"A Demon is a Profane Race, with Devilish powers and a hunger for Human Flesh!"

"How do we know they hunger human flesh alone? Would poultry not suffice as well?"

The King, flustered, sputters before finally finding his voice again.

"We...we know because every human settlement they raid is bereft of humans!"

"I see!"

"Finally, you see!"

"But if there are no humans, how do you know they were eaten?"

"Hey old man, who are you?" One of the other Otherworlders asks, snickering.

The King cannot help but feel the snickering is at he himself, for which he should order the execution of that particular Otherworlder, but is too preoccupied with getting the name of the troublesome one.

"Oh? I am Socrates." With that, roughly half of the Otherworlders sigh and sit down, already looking an odd mix of bored, resigned, and intrigued. "Pray tell, Good King, I have further questions; if we do not know for sure if Demons are eating humans, and can therefore assume that they do not only eat humans, as if they did then they would not have enough energy to besiege your settlements and you would have far less people in this castle, as I too eat things that are not human, am I a Demon?"

"You are not a Demon," The King said flatly, feeling a migraine coming on. "You are clearly human."

"Is that so? Then, perhaps, do Demons have a certain look about them, an appearance I do not exhibit?"

"You have no horns, sir Socrates, nor a tail. You are clearly human."

"I believe I understand, then; we have had a misunderstanding."

The King felt hope flicker in his chest, but squashed it.

"We have? Do you call them something else in your world?"

"Yes, Good King, I believe we do; we call them cows."

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lorraine1819 · 24 days ago

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“The prince just fell in love with Cinderella because of her looks!”

Wrong. Okay, picture this–

So there’s the prince, okay? He’s like, smack dab in the center of the ballroom, and he is like, horrifically aware that this whole ball thing is a result of his dad falling into a panic about the royal lineage or whatever and he’s stuck listening to highborn girl after highborn girl, all lined up, introducing themselves like, “Oh yeah my family’s been a longtime supporter of the crown, and I think you’re cute, *cough* I’ve been told I have child-bearing hips *cough* Who said that? Anyway–” and Princey boy is just smiling through it, he has been the center of attention for entirely too long, he misses his emotional support horse, and is just internally like “Someone please kill me now.” And then… he sees her–This isn’t a love at first sight thing, this is a ‘what the hell is going on over there’ thing, because this girl has not gotten into the Debutante line for a solid 45 minutes.

She’s just at the hors d’oeuvres table going HAM on the prosciutto-wrapped asparagus, and like, she’s polite about it, she’s happy to move aside for other people grabbing punch and canapes (and she’s really so sweet with the wait staff, it’s kind of cute because they’re like… definitely not used to being acknowledged) but it’s like, “Damn girl, did you not eat today?” and then the prince is kind of stuck with the uncomfortable thought of ‘how many girls starved themselves to fit into a corset for this.’ And then the Prince realizes he’s missed the past 4 Debutante introductions because he’s watching Mystery girl hork down crab rangoons. So he’s like, “Excuse me” and manages to break free from the never-ending parade of girls who will hop on his dick for status.

And as he’s approaching Mystery Girl, it’s kind of hitting him that something’s not quite natural about her. Not fake, but not quite real. But at the same time this whole evening’s been just a whole circus of people acting fake as hell, so like, someone seeming a little off doesn’t seem bad, necessarily. And he sidles up to her like, “Hi,” and she’s like, “Oh–hey, have you tried the tapenade?” and she points to one of the plates, and at this point, he could hit her with the “You don’t know who I am, do you?” deal or the “Very funny, I see your play” deal, but at this point it occurs to him that, no, he hasn’t had anything to eat throughout this whole damn ball, partially because of being stuck in the debutante parade, partially because of nerves, and there’s something so disarming about the question that he grabs a crostini and she still seems so food-focused that it doesn’t seem possible that this is a play. So they both grab little plates and ditch the party.

She pretty much clears her plate in under two minutes and then has half of his plate, he’s cool with it, mostly he’s just absolutely fascinated listening to her.

See here’s the thing about Cinderella:

1. She doesn’t know he’s the prince. Like yeah, he’s been at the center of the room, but she’s kind of spent half the party eagerly looking around everywhere she’s allowed to go (”Have you seen rose garden? Have you seen the solarium??” further confirmation that she doesn’t know who she’s talking to) and the other half stuffing her face with food.

2. She assumes she’s never going to see anyone here tonight again, and no one recognizes her, so she has no filter.

So she’s just talking about whatever with this guy. He seems cool. She talks about her friends, who are rats. She makes little outfits for them. Sometimes they bring her little gifts. She is already the coolest person the prince has ever met because of this. She pretty much offhandedly talks about whatever is fucked up about the kingdom that would take his advisors two hours of hemming and hawing and watering down to address. She just says it like it’s nothing, just funky little things she’s observed, and again, she’s not aware that he’s the prince, but it’s still pretty damn bold to bring up at a literal royal ball.

She… seems to have the majority of graces that lots of girls from Respectable Families™ have, but there’s something strange about it, something simultaneously broken and hardened, like the way you can see where ice has thawed and re-frozen. Also the way she talks about her family, and the way she avoids talking about her family– is raising several red flags, not in the “Oh this is another person trying to take advantage of me” sense, but in the “Oh fuck, something’s gone really wrong and you need help” sense and also lowkey a ‘damn is she even getting fed?’ sense. But he can’t say, ‘Hey, that’s not fucking normal for people to say that to you or treat you that way. We need to get you out of there,’ without sounding crazy himself, so for now, he’s just going to chill, make sure she’s comfortable, and keep enjoying the evening. She’s somehow befriended like 4 of the waitstaff so they’re willing to cover for them while they disappear for a little bit, and they get plenty of time to talk, but eventually it hits her that she hasn’t danced yet and she’s like “Come on! I bet we can make the prince jealous!” and he just bursts out laughing at that like “hell yeah, let’s make the prince jealous. He’s a real asshole.” Like clearly she’s having a good time, so who is he to make it weird? So they head back to the ballroom and they dance. And our girl, Mystery Girl, Cinderella, while they’re dancing, becomes acutely aware that everyone is staring. That doesn’t seem quite right. Like, yeah she’s hot, she knows she’s hot, but at least a good third of the party should still be focused on the prince, right? Where is that guy, anyway?

Oh.

Oh wait.

Oh shit.

And Princey Boy actually picks up on her realization and they whisper argue for like 3 minutes. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Now I feel like a goddamn idiot!” “I dunno it was nice being treated like a normal person” “Well me treating you like a normal person makes me a goddamn felon or something did you consider that?!” “Hey–Hey–it’s cool–you’re cool–I think you’re amazing, and if anyone says shit about you, I can shut it down.” “Well I don’t like that! That’s fucked up!” “I agree. It is fucked up, but I believe in you, and I think you should have a chance, and I’m here to back you up. I know power is fucked up right now. I know. But are you cool with working with me to change that?” And our girl Cindy pauses on that for a couple seconds, because.. she’s just spent hours with this guy and like.. she knows he’s a good guy, she knows he means well, so she’s like, “I don’t know how long I can actually work with you.” and the prince is like “Look, I know your home situation is complicated right now, but I really think we can–”

And then the bell starts ringing.

It’s midnight.

And then she takes off in a panic, and our prince just met the coolest person ever, and like, he’s pretty sure whatever situation they’re headed back to is fucked up, and all he’s got going to find her is a shoe. A shoe.

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lorraine1819 · 25 days ago

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Beware of His Holiness' Final Bosses!!! 🌷🌕

(Count Lancelot, the Guardian of Sérénité's Lake; and Juliette's Gatekeeper, the Golden Tulip~)

+ sans Jibril's cape vers. and a better look at Yeseo's outfit before Jibril and Losna's overprotectiveness jumped in to hide him from sight 😫😔 I went overboard with his clothing design haha but I swear.... it's for practicality....... Yeseo has these wings you see............... I'm not just doing this for self-indulgence.........

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lorraine1819 · 30 days ago

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Not sure if I'll ever fully Write It...

But I want this fucker out of my head.

So, I guess, free to a good Writer Home? I guess? Just shout out n send me a link, so I can read it?

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Okay! Here's the set up. Svsss, obviously, but STARTING in PIDM. System sends a "hey! Fix this!" Helper. Because, frankly? Shen Yuan is NOT the only one pissed by the ending. OR who reincarnated from that world. Bingge killed like....SO many people.

So, SO many.

But this is early days. SURELY we don't need to pull out the Big Guns™ and replace Major Characters here! C'mon, be serious! Just background character, life lesson, the power of community and friendship, a few key individuals... and you're free to go! Simple. Easy! Right?

The System BADLY underestimates how trashfire things are going to get.

It is NOT a One Person, Casual Reader job. Oh no. This is a SUPER (Anti-)Fan and AUTHOR HIMSELF type of job! Hooooly SHIT. Oh no. Oh Jesus. Sweet merciful FUCK. Everything's on FIRE.

Cause see, she tried. She really, truely, tried! SI-OC and the System? Were partners in crime. System is the side kick that sometimes bullies her into doing things like eating vegetables and... ugh... socializing. Going to bed on time. NOT spending every spare hour of the day on her Xanxia Crafts Projects™. Probably? Where System learned the kaomojis. (Cause it's Fun and CUTE, okay? System GETS to have fun!)

She's an An Dan NPC and THRIVING. Ain't nobody here but us chickens, ya fuckin casuals!

Her Shizun? THE Rat Bastard Spy himself, Shang Qinghua. And he? Is a bitter, bitter exhausted little man. Vicious and disrespected. She hates it. On a "basic human decency" level. Quickly becomes Shizun's FAVORITE. Through the magical power of? NOT being a self serving dick! NOT disrespecting him to his face or behind his back. Being helpful! You know... BEING A GOOD DISCIPLE. (Holy shit guys, the BAR IS IN HELL.)

It sends her all over. Meets the Protagonist. Ah hell yeah. Time to NPC. Good Martial Sibling time! Hey you! Stop that bullying! Here, totally average child, have a snack and some medicine I coincidentally happen to be carrying! You can do it, average child! I believe in you! Now off I go! Back into the background~☆!

Nailed it.

[Luo Binghe Will Remember This]

Huh... why do I feel... like something... Ominous, has happened? Doom related, even? But like? Not for me? Neither SI-OC or the system can figure it out. Well.... can't be THAT important then, right? (It IS. Fuck. Shit. Oh god. IT IS.)

And? Being both Respectful AND a woman? Shen Qingqui dies NOT bite her head off, when she delivers paperwork or letters from An Ding. Especially, since UNLIKE everyone else? She is respectful of boundaries and headaches! Doesn't STOMP all over the place like she owns it. Shout and demand. Interrupt lessons or his writing, medical pieces, etc. Gods, if even HALF the mountain... no, a FRACTION of the mountain behaved so well? He might not want to beat so many people. Violently.

Not to mention Yingying likes her. So obviously she's a good child. She should transfer peaks. (Over Qinghua's dead body. He has ONE Disciple he actually likes. ONE. You can pry this small scrap of joy from his could dead hands you bastard.)

(More accurately, he'll be prying it BACK, from YOUR cold dead ones. He dies for no one.)

SI-OC begins to specialize. Long trips, hurry up and wait shipping schedules, it gives her TIME. And she? Is no god-like talent. But! She lives by the saying "a pinch of prevention, is worth a pound of cure". Because? What takes a bit of energy, some time, and results in greater output then what you could do on your own? Talismans~☆!!!

And they? Can STACK!

I am become Death, Destroyer Of Worlds! >:D

Well, more actually, I am become Walking Tank, destroyer of anyone who tries to hurt me... but sane difference. Let her have this. It's funny. And it took, like, three years to make this outfit!

Because it DOES. It's SLOW. So very, very fuckin slow. Painting runes like trying to write poems on a single grain of rice, in impossibly small script, all the way down a sprawling ribbon. One after another. For the dozens upon dozens in your hair ALONE. The hunting for rare materials. Making of threads. Embroidering those threads in underlayers, small and by the hundreds, in swirling design.

The countless times she had to START OVER because she messed up.

Every bead, in every bit of jewelry, hand carved by her own hand. Not yet flawless, far from it. But beautiful...and effective. Their power burning. Seething with Qi. Someday? She will make TREASURES. The likes of which? Even the heavens will covet.

Certainly helps. When it all goes to shit.

The immortal conference. The Abyss. How to help without helping? Well, a pouch with as much food, water, medicine, and basic tools as can physically fit... can probably be excused? She just... has to give it to him early! Yeah! Yeah, that's it. It's not for the conference. That would be suspicious. It's because she keeps noticing things are shit for him, on his peak! And THIS way, he has the supplies to take care of himself!

Ha ha, Nailed It!

[Luo Binghe Will Remember This]

Okay... that is the second time that happened. Just what is that vaguely Doom Music, Boss Battle, type chill down her spine? It's creepy as FUCK. Like she's being stalked by a predator or something. Hunted, maybe. Hmmmmm, don't like that. No sir!

Conference happens. Screaming, crying, everything's on fire. People dying. Good thing? She brought barrier talismans. STRONG ones. The kind you can stack. Kind that humans can pass through, but demons can NOT. She screams herself hoarse.

Safe zone. SAFE ZONE! Just get to ME. All you got to do, is GET TO ME!

They hold the line. Not nearly as many as she wishes. But... enough. More then would have survived without her. And now? She's a hero. The pride of An Ding peak. (There are children dead at their feet. Blood's staining the soil. What "hero"? How can anyone cheer? This is the site of a tragedy.)

She loses three peak-mates.

Shen-shibo stands brittle. Tells the world Luo Binghe died.

(He is condemning himself. Oh god. What have we done? Her Shizun's gaze is far away. He can even bear to look at the students he left to die. Three of them are gone. Oh Shizun, three of them are gone.)

(Why didn't she stop this? It didn't even occur to her to try. And even though? The System assures her, it would not have been possible? Why... why didn't she TRY?)

She throws herself into preparing. He's coming. He's Coming.

Every spare breathe, training and cultivating, talismans and treasure making. Spending time with her increasingly stressed Shizun. Her increasingly brittle, cruel, fearful Shibo. He is plagued by nightmares. She dare not suggest dream demons.

It is as though she alone, still visits. Still cares. After Lui-shibo's tragic death.

No one else believes him.

Yingying is so wrapped up in her grief, she can not see her Shizun is slowly falling apart. That the mountain is slowly falling apart. Vicious, ugly rumors and hate. Like pus. Spreading infection with every mouth that moves it. They have begun, now, to call you his whore. Suggest terrible things. Because, why else? Would you spend time with such a terrible man?

You could not possibly respect him. Consider him a friend.

Every day, SI-OC wakes, and wonders were the hell the Sect she joined went. Knows it was always this way. The festering just buried, now finally freed, after years unteated. A final stage, to the disease.

It's all building. As she loses friends to lies. To rumor mongering. To hate. The pressure building. Days counting down until the end. She... she wishes she could convince Shen-Shibo to just... go, with her. Pick a direction. They could be free.

But he is too loyal.

He promised.

(It will end no other way, will it System?)

Binghe comes back. Blackened and vengeful. Growing harem and Xin Mo already at his side. When the news come... she calmly gets up. Goes to her room. Silences it with a talismans. And screams. Cries.

For this is the end.

There... oh god... there are so many children on the mountain. She falls into a frenzy. A trance. Talismans. They NEED talismans. Barriers and invisibility. Supplies. She gathers the children of An Ding. Everyone gets a bug out bag. Too be carried at all time, or else. Time to learn the evacuation protocols! By HEART! And the back up. And the BACK UP's back up. So forth and so on.

Better yet? Extra treats and privileges for the ones who can learn it for OTHER PEAKS as well! You can skip a chore, for each one you've proven you've taught an other peak friend! Bribery! I'm not panicking! Ha ha...

The trial comes. She and Yingying are used against Shen-shibo.

Yingying... doesn't say anything. It's a lie. A fucking LIE. They both know it is! Is she so passive, so WEAK, that she'll let herself be pressured and convinced of anything? You COWARD. You, who were like a DAUGHTER to him! Fucking COWARD!

She can not convince a single soul. Is dismissed and belittled in the same breathe. Her rage and grief threaten to cause deviation. And when Shen-shibo's own martial siblings give him up? She tips over the edge.

Mu-shibo knocks her out to keep things from escalating. So he can balance her again. She is dragged back to the sect with the others, straight to the healing hall. Put on calming everything. And indeed... she wakes up calm.

She gets out of bed, Calm. Heads back to An Dan, Calm. Changes into traveling clothes, Calm. And Calmly, oh so very Calmly, sends a QI letter to each Peak Lord that remains... calling them traitors and cowards. Without loyalty or honor. Says her disgust can not be put into words, and she will have no part in a sect of traitors. She lists her grievances.

And... let's go.

Leaves the mountain.

As she travels, Sects begin to fall. Burn. There is face slapping and harem gathering. She does her best to avoid it. Waits for the inevitable. Sure enough... her home burns. Weddings follow. Sect traitors getting their happily ever after. Good for them.

But the infamous Demon Emperor is looking for something. Someone or something wasn't where he expected it to be, apparently. She keeps her head down. Humble and diligent. Yet still... he finds her.

Dust coated, sitting on a rock, sewing away at what will eventually be a coat. Tucked away in the backroads of nowhere. Hardly a great talent, hardly a great and peerless beauty. Lovely, though. And exactly the person he was hunting.

What a coincidence~♡

(She doesn't believe that for a second.)

No. She tells him. She doesn't want anything, she doesn't need anything. There is no debt. Just live well, Binghe. Its kind of him to remember her, but she does not need it, pay it forward, and do not darken her doorstep again. Obviously? He does not.

Because this?

THIS? Is a fucking Wife Plot.

It's full on horror movie monster but with the wrong sound track. Because GOD decided this is supposed to be romantic and not horrifying. To hell with the fact that SI-OC is all but being hunted for sport. She does not love this man. She will NEVER love this man. Not after the atrocities. Yes, some part of her cares. And she hates herself for that. But how can she NOT?

She read the world through his eyes. Lived for decades, specifically to help him.

Of course she CARES...

But that does not mean she loves, like he wants her too.

The world, however, bows to his whims. His desires. And oh dear, oh dear, there are JUST so many aphrodisiac poisons out there. Her masks and veils may protect against most, the gloves certainly helping... but all it takes is own scratch from the wrong beast. A face full of the wrong powder, hitting her right above the veil.

Oh No~ What ever will you do~? He asks. Terrible in his victory.

He could have EASILY pulled you out of the way. He did not. There are many cures to this poison. Medicines you can take. A shame, then, that the nearest town is so very far away. You'll burn to death from with-in. If only... there was some convenient cure-all near-by! One willing to take responsibility for his actions, unlike certain scum.

Furious, SI-OC tries to make it to town. Flies as fast as her quickly fading control can take her. Even now, he drags his Shizun's name through the mud. Shen-shibo was a complicated and deeply broken man. Should NEVER have been allowed to teach. But how dare... how DARE they accuse him of that.

She does not make it.

Wakes up far away, in wedding reds, a married woman.

He's smug as a cat that caught the bird. Yingying is excited to see her big sister~! The treasure maker, captured, here to make wonders for the flower garden. How wonderful.

........is that really how you thought she'd let it go?

You are a traitor, First Wife. Nothing more, nothing less. A coward. SI-OC has no sister now. She once did. But that child is gone. And no, she doesn't care if she's shoved in a glorified closet, as far away from her Husband as physically possible. Frankly? She prefers it.

And NO.

Her creations stop today. All of them. And while she still has control of what she possesses? She's going to ruin it. All of it. Damn you. Damn you all. You'll get nothing from these hands.

But... in her fury and hell? Shizun. He looks... so tired. Worn. There are bruises on him. The exhaustion of sins he can't erase. They have tea. It is brief refuge. Forever broken by the ceaseless demands of his king or the constant summons of her husband.

Because she is Shen-shibo's "woman". He "stole" her. Having her pay attention to him makes him feel better. It is not enough, that he has dozens, then hundreds of women who actually want to be in his company. No. It must be her.

Ah... is this how vengeful ghosts are born? She resents.

Pour him tea. Rub his shoulders. Fetch this, fetch that. Play me an instrument! Listen to me talk at you, and agree with what I say!! Dragged around like a toy. How long has it been since she smiled? Felt-? System, please, oh god System... how long until we're free...

And then? Shizun doesn't show up. He... he promised. She waits. W-waits and waits and WAITS. Why is he not-? Please... no. Please gods. Just let him be late.

But he's not. She knows he's not. The System could tell her. But she does not ask and they do not volunteer the answer. Just answer vaguely. Yes... yes it is taking a while, User. We should scold him. When... when we next see him.

The Northern King killed him.

Because our "husband" told him too.

Ha ha.... and you know... people break. Have limits. Sometimes... they can go no farther. SI-OC silently goes back to her room. Where her sword is. Her second longest and oldest friend, now, outside of the System. And... and she's sorry. She is.

But she can't fix this.

This story is broken. And all she can do? Is let her people OUT. Free.

Numb. In white. She walks under talismans written in blood, unseen, to the only person left. The one she hasn't been able to help. Down and down and down. To the prison where Shen-shibo is. She knows they're going to find her. Try and stop her. There really is no way out. But that's okay.

She's here to end this. Sorry... it took so long.

There, in the dark, they go together.

[Narratively Dissatisfing Ending. Requesting Assistance.]

SVSSS starts. The System Network reviewed the case. SI-OC argued that she was NOT to blame here. This is a TEAM effort! Understaffing! Mismanagement! Their client deserves compensation!!!

They... agree actually. Oh wow. This is a shit show. Who FLAGGED this? This is NOT a one person job.

SI-OC? Wakes up tired. The taste of blood still in her mouth. Probably because she just had a massive Qi deviation/breakthrough. While delivering to Shen-shibo... who ALSO fuckin had a qi deviation? Oh yeah. Once us just his poor health. But an otherwise health young An Dan Disciple getting hit too? Clearly malicious action. Especially since the PEAK LORD now has memory loss.

They've connected some dots.

She? Is sitting here? Going "this is not my beautiful An Dan, that is not my beautiful wife Shizun" so like? Whoms't the FUCK are you, squirrel-y? (THEY BROUGHT IN THE AUTHOR!?!?)

Does she try to warn Mr "I'm not gay, I just lust for binghe and hot dudes"? Probably. Is she so, SO bad at hiding her weirdly talented Treasure Creation skill? That someone so young should not have? Yeah.

I? Kinda want her? To end up fuckin Binghe's dad. Mostly because they can be "life has done has dirty, we're tired, but also lol why so somber my dude?" Buddies. But ALSO? Because I think SI-OC would get a kick out of the "I fucked your mom" element. Yeah. That's right, you bastard! She FUCKED YOUR DADDY! *flips bingge the birds* if she could get Tainlang-jun from both universe? She'd have a THREESOME with your daddy!

Never agreed to marry you AND SHE WANTS A DIVORCE! She's keeping your dad as a bed warmer! Disrespectfully! He's IN TO IT! *violent yelling at bingge while Tianlang-jun just looks on in amusement, probably reading while lounging*

Are they even ACTUALLY sleeping together? Meh. Who knows. They do cuddle. Got a book club. Not everything is about sex, ya know? Besides... he's still mourning his Wife. She respects that. But! Is he willing to LIE about it? Oooooh yeah. Immediately and in graphic detail. ESPECIALLY to his son. He gets SO MAD~ >:D it's GREAT!

And THAT is my idea. Which has been haunting me.

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