#Fictional Backstories

[sinisterexaggerator]

Headcanon...?

Spoilers for a fic I will write eventually?

Do not read if you do not like made-up, author-indulgent backstories for characters who exist in the GFFA. This one is almost hard to post because it's kind of personal. Like, a story so plot driven that I am nervous people will hate my interpretation and my ships. Oh well, I guess, it's happening.

A discussion in the Duros hoes chat, and then between me and @allsystemsblue, got me thinking about what is Cad Bane's real name? It sure as hell ain't Cad Bane. A lot of the fandom seems to agree on that. "Cad" and "bane" are both words in the dictionary that can be defined.

Cad: a man who behaves dishonorably, especially toward a woman. / scoundrel / rogue / rascal.

Bane: a cause of great distress or annoyance. / scourge / ruin / death.

We shall come back to this.

I have a scene mapped out for Stars Above in which I want Cad to run into his sister. I have a plan for his backstory that does not include this particular fanfic, but another, a series I am working on that will be entitled "Annuals of an Outlaw," and is essentially a collection of works I have outlined that will contain my version of Cad Bane's "story" from his beginnings on Duro in the Descent Ghetto, to after the Clone Wars and beyond.

Yes, it will have smut. And angst. Lots and lots of angst. Many character will appear, including Jango, Hondo, Aurra, Bossk, Embo, Zam, Dengar, Todo 360, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and even Boba at some point. Oh, and let us not forget Shriv Suurgav. :)

Yes, Shriv.

You cannot stop me. Don't even try. This is my magnum opus, and by God it will make sense narratively. Just you wait. Or don't. I don't care. I am still going to write this thing if it's the last thing I ever do.

First of all, I enjoy playing around with Star Wars name generators. That is how I came up with the name of my OC, Zulara. I started sifting through them, piecing last names together with other first names, and voilà, a new name appeared to me that caught my attention.

Originally, I was looking for Durese words that maybe meant something in relation to his occupation or personality, but none of them called out. It appears others had that same idea in the past, so it makes sense to go with something new.

Anyway, my name for Cad Bane is Lumoon Troks.

Here are the outpouring of thoughts I had on the matter before I could stop myself. I came up with this over the last hour or two, and I am digging it so far. Who knows, maybe I will change my mind. It's helping me to fill in a lot of gaps, anyway, that I had in the plot, and I am happy about that.

So, I am giving Bane siblings. Two much older sisters, two brothers who are 1-2 years apart, and a younger sister who is four or five at the time Lumoon finally leaves home.

His siblings call him Lu, or Moon for short. When they want to be annoying, they call him Moody Moon, or "Lemon" because of his sour outlook ( lemons are "canon" in SW, I checked).

To sum things up briefly, Bane's mother was a kindhearted woman and his father was a gruff workaholic. They both were employed in the factories and rarely had time to spend with their family, but had too many mouths to feed.

Cad gets into trouble quite often. He runs wild in the streets from a young age. Maybe he hooks up with the wrong crowd. Nothing too menacing; some petty theft, vandalism, etc, etc.

His father's angry about it. He refuses to take on work in the factories with him. He wants more for himself. He's not about that grind day in, day out life. Things get so toxic between them that he leaves to make his own way, stops coming home, worries his mother sick, and his little sister to boot.

So much so, his little sister ( talking maybe preschool / kindergartener age ) decides she has to "bring Moon home" and takes it upon herself to find him. She loves her big brother and sorely misses him.

This does not end well. At all. The worst possible scenario unfolds. The first of many tragedies in Cad Bane's life. It deeply affects him. He tries to go to his mother; she isn't the same Duros any longer. She coldshoulders him, ignores him, and she suffers from a broken heart.

Cad blames himself. "She went out to find you and never came home." This time, he really does leave and never returns. I am sure there is a final fight between him and his father that maybe seals the deal. He takes up random jobs, anything that pays, from sex work, to being hired muscle, to thieving, to murder, you name it, as long as the pay is good and it keeps his mind off his own problems.

He learns skills along the way, and he also learns from his mistakes. Things start being a little too easy. He's tired of being bossed around. He wants to be his own boss. So, that's exactly what he becomes.

He decides to try his hand at bounty hunting. He begins to make a name for himself, except, he hasn't. He needs a new one, something intimidating, striking, and rememberable. Plus, he doesn't want his birthname floating around; that makes him vulnerable, as well as the rest of his surviving kin.

Bane's mother, in the early days of his youth, used to scold him for misbehaving. She called him the equivalent of a cad in Durese, and it translated that way from basic, something along the lines of "Lumoon! Quit being such a cad, you naughty boy!"

It means something to him. He feels it embodies what he has become. It is also a tribute to his mother as well as a punishment; something he has to live with and that he brought upon himself.

The next thing you know, one of his many enemies makes a snarky comment, saying to him, "you are the bane of my existence," or simply, "you are a bane!" From there, his new name takes shape in his mind. He thinks if you put two and two together, it sounds kind of nice. It sticks. He starts to introduce himself like that, when before he had only referred to himself as Cad.

Another misfortune befalls him, which I mentioned I wanted him to run into his sister. This would happen off-world somewhere, years later, and during the reign of the Galactic Empire. She would say something to the likes of: "Mom died. She never gave up on you. She waited for you to come home, everyday. I didn't have the heart to tell her I had seen your wanted posters."

It tears him apart for awhile. His second great tragedy. Never getting to reconcile with the Duros who raised him and whom he loved. He harbors this for the rest of his life.

Of course, running in the streets, he learns not to trust people. He's jaded. He gets fucked over a time or two, badly, and by people he thinks he can trust. He develops a shell; a way of looking at the world that allows him to keep his guard up for his own protection.

In that same vein, I believe Bane can love and that he can love hard given the right circumstances. One of the many reasons he's kept from saying it, is because every person he has ever cared about has either turned on him or dies. The galaxy is a harsh mistress. He's afraid of a repeat scenario; he doesn't let himself get close. He tells himself he's better off alone, doesn't need anybody; he prefers to run without a pack.

That is, until he meets Jango.

And, that, my friends, is a whole other story, but I want to add that Cad Bane has bad dreams. Nightmares, even. Visions. Terrible things happen, old memories replay, he is haunted by his past. The sister he couldn't save; the mother he thought had stopped loving him; the father he was never good enough to please.

Hondo compares himself to a sun, and Bane is the moon. This would fuck with him psychologically, and cause him to react unexpectantly should the nickname stick - one that is reminiscent of his childhood. It is Hondo Ohnaka in my story that saves Bane from himself after Fett meets his untimely end.

Jango, Hondo, and Shriv may call him moody from time-to-time, or grumpy, but that also does not sit well, either, considering his past.

Once Jango dies, and once he fails at training Boba, Cad is even more a wreck than before. In my story, he also does not get to reconcile with his old partner and mentor after their falling out. He drinks himself stupid in the presence of Boba to the point the boy gets fed-up and they have their duel.

Bane, in my mind, can't accept Boba as Fett's son; he is a clone; he could never accept the clone contract from the get go - it put a rift in their relationship. This adds more fuel to the "look out for yourself" fire that is his quote in the Book of Boba Fett.

Sorry this got so long-winded, but, I had to get that out as it came to me. Now, to actually write the story all these ideas are for!

[henrydeaverissickoftheseghosts]

... def haunted by the miserable ghost of a Colonial pastor cursed for crimes against humanity.

*As always, I do not own the home. This is fictional and any resemblance to nouns - past and present - is purely coincidental and accidental. This is a joke. Buy this house.*

Wiscasset, Me was initially settled in 1660, though it was abandoned until around 1730 (CROATOAN). The house was finished 10 years later and was inhabited by a pastor, his wife, 3.7 children, and a fuckton of farm animals. The pastor, we'll call him Rufus because time decided that his name doesn't matter because he was a rat bastard, built a church on his land so that his congregation would have to come to him. Rufus was that guy. If psychology wasn't considered witchcraft in those days, he would have been diagnosed with co-occurring Narcissistic and Antisocial Personality disorders. Point of fact, one woman had the ovaries to tell him full stop what a tool he was and she was summarily dipped into the sea like a Dairy Queen Dipped Cone.

As such, errybody kept their mouths shut most of the time whenever Rufus was around and even when he wasn't because that asshole had supersonic hearing. He was probably a minion of Satan if we're being honest. Anyway, here's Wonderwall.

He and his wife, Deliverance, whose name was correctly retained by Time because Time just felt really badly for her and decided she mattered enough to be fully recollected, did not choose to marry Rufus. She was actually forced into this life thanks to money, some goats, and several donkeys (as was the way) and she was hella pissed about it. Historians described her reaction as thus, 'Gotdamn motherfucking bullshit is what this is, I swearest to God. Certainly this is a jest of the highest order.' It was not. Poor Deliverance, whose name would eventually prove to be so ironic.

Begrudgingly, Deliverance married him in the church on the property and suddenly, as if by magic, found herself pregnant and still hella pissed. She popped out 3.7 children - Henry, Elizabeth, Josiah, and Thirza - the latter being the .7 of their brood (whatever that fucking means). Rufus did not care a lick about any of them aside from their blind obedience; however, he did choose Deliverance and her spicy attitude came with her and was passed along to their children as a cosmic fuck you to Rufus' controlling ways. Ain't nobody feeling badly for Rufus but Rufus.

This house was more war zone under the guise of God than home. God, not incredibly happy that this guy (this fucking guy) was using His name and Word as a justification for abusing his family, decided he'd had enough. Deliverance also decided around the same time that she had reached her limit. Both of them separately set in motion a series of events that led to poor Rufus' ultimate demise, though not by anyone's hand. More on that in a mo.

Deliverance had been dabbling here and there in witchcraft because she knew it would piss him off and, well, if she got the Great Dip... this would all be over and she'd be in Heaven so fuck it. Wait. Before you get all up in arms about the 3.7 kids, she had made arrangements for them, should something happen to her, to be secreted away in the middle of the night and taken to her eccentric aunt in Salem, Mass.

Ol' girl is a heroine, no lie. She preferred minor inconveniences to anything painful or horrific, so her spells primarily spoiled the milk, withered the plants, prevented fires from staying lit, shrunk Rufus' clothing, etc. Honestly, Deliverance was a good-hearted woman who just enjoyed cussing, loved God, and wanted to be married to a man who knew her worth and wouldn't abuse her, which is apparently asking a lot even by today's standards.

God, doing His thing to help out, sent some germs into the township that shockingly only affected Rufus. He contracted Yellow Fever, Malaria, and Smallpox. Bad luck, chuck. The kitchen above remained cold and no fires burned throughout the entirety of Rufus' illness per Deliverance's minor inconveniences. No doctors were sent for his care because no one really wanted to get involved. People had a tendency to go missing in terrible ways whenever Rufus was involved, whether they were helping him or not, so everyone just whistled and looked around at the sky a lot.

Eventually, Rufus died of natural causes and was interred in an unmarked grave somewhere in the woods, but the old bastard found his way back to the house. Deliverance, who had maybe about 6 months of peace, found her house haunted by this asshole, which was legit the last damn straw. She sent the children to Salem and proceeded to lock herself inside the above room with the thought of exorcising his spirit or to die trying. Sadly, the latter occurred. The townsfolk, hearing the loud banging and strange words coming from Deliverance's home, barged in one evening carrying pitchforks and torches. They found the poor woman in the secret room covered in moss and feathers.

Since it was the 1700s after all, Deliverance was tried as a witch and given the Great Dip, but she was good with it. Her last words were documented as, 'smash the patriarchy! It was worth the moss and feathers! Thank you, Jesus! I've been delivered! See what i did there with my name? Lolz. Delivered. Deliverance. I'm funny.'

She does not haunt this house as her spirit is chilling in peace on a cloud in the sky in Heaven, having been delivered away from that bastard for good. Rufus is stuck here in a strange sort of limbo, which is Hell for him because no one sees him but he sees everyone so his desire for attention and praise are never met. He also cannot hurt people/animals or set fire to things so he's having a really bad go of it. Serves him right. This particular consequence was a gift from God. He cursed Rufus to this fate for crimes against humanity and for using His name and Word to be an abusive, misogynistic dickhead.

By my research, their children went on to become champions for the people in honor of their mom who endured excessive torment at the hands of Rufus the Rat Bastard throughout her fairly short life. They also disowned their father. Byeeeeee, beeitch.

I was not able to find anything about the true history of this house. I'm supes sad about that because it truly is beautiful and I imagine it has a rich history full of many, many people. It is selling for $1,395,000 so it's well outside of my price range, but it might be without yours. I don't know. I don't know you or your SES. I'd probably buy this house if I were able to do so. Also, I believe the red building that I wrote as a church is actually an antique store (see above), which is crazy cool and so very New England that I simply cannot even. I love it. Buy this house.

[seraphinitegames]

had Rebecca ever brought up her kid to the UB before the events of Wayhaven?

for example, would she ever go like—"Oh, it's my son's birthday today," with the UB going like "How old is he now?" or etcetera?

No, not at all. UB were pretty shocked to find out Rebecca had a kid when she sprung that information on them, lol!

Generally, Rebecca has tried to keep an only professional relationship with her team, though that is changing more these days.

Thank you so much for the ask! :)

[travalerray]

The funny thing about my Shen Jiu transmigrates into Shen Yuan's body at the same time Shen Yuan transmigrates into Shen Jiu is that it takes place in the same universe wherein PIDW got rewritten into the SVSSS we see (just from LBH POV with the necessary plot holes of the side villains filled in) which means that SJ had to go through the agonizing ordeal of learning about what YQY did through web novel format. And I think that's going to fuck him over for days

[cacodaemonia]

I'm sure someone else has done this, but

[toasty-self-shipping]

Giving your s/i some lore can end up in two ways it either go like this “haha silly self insert is getting a backstory:3” or this

[time-is-restored]

do you guys every think abt death vs immortality as a thoroughline in like. literally all of the mechs albums.

old king cole is explicitly warped by immortality (never to forgive he would eternal live, his hands dyed red by gore - can be read a few ways depending on where u place the emphasis, but at the very least communicates that his wrath is facilitated By his immortality), and the olympians commit attrocities in order to hold onto their wealth and the immortality that it grants them (murdering arachne, yanking heracles' chain the second he tries to go freelance, having a monopoly on the acheron etc). the value they put on immortality and living forever, and the fear they have of ever possibly losing it, has completely warped their morals and priorities.

and while it comes up less in tbi, there's still significant emphasis placed on how odin has been in power for a century (both thor + the narrator bring it up, and there's also an emphasis on how long ago the bifrost project was started, and how 'no one left living' can explain its science). her villain monologue in rangarok iv places the extinction of asgard as an honour - a ruin that no one can possibly rebuild from is called 'apotheosis'. and as she says at the end, the idea that no one can possibly outlive her is a key draw for odin. asgard dies with her.

in hnoc, the only really immortal character is brian (and we only really know that bc of knowledge we get from outside the album), but the axis of life and death as a privilege vs a curse is still very present. 'mordred's gift to Arthur could be love in his own eyes / fating him alone to keep the life to which he clings', not only posits that the gift of survival isn't inherently good + kind (which the audience would immediately recognise as love, not possibly love), but places emphasis on the fact that arthur is now utterly alone. the station's death at the hands of mordred is hardly a happy one ('Its people damned, doomed by a man who's lost all his regrets'), but arthur's fate is arguably worse. severed from the finality and closure of death, what does he become? [insert that one cool theory abt hnoc arthur becoming old king cole here]

it's like. on a meta level, the reason we as fans don't put much emphasis on the depravity + cruelty of the mechs is bc the people portraying the mechs are all charismatic + skilled performers. in live gigs they're all portraying the fun side of their characters - roasting each other, bantering with the audience, making fun of the characters they're singing about, referencing off-screen violence - bc if they portrayed their lore too literally they'd be comitting felonies LMAOOO

but narratively, its like. literally every album is a meditation on the ways that the glorification of immortality can ruin civilisations - can ruin galaxies. whether its rooted in the fear of you specifically dying, or of being outlived, or overpowered or forgotten, or if its done for the sake of someone else's survival... it's all corrosive. if u refuse to accept the indisputable impermanence of life, you lose the ability to value it, and u numb urself to the reality of just how fucked up it is to cut another person's life short for any reason.

like. i do think some of the mechs started as good people, and some of them even might still have ethical standards, but i REALLY cannot stop thinking about how fucking. fascinating it is that this group of immortals who are KNOWN for basically considering nothing but how fun and/or violent any given activity will be, have basically filled their entire discography with songs about how their continued existence is corrosive and brings tragedy + ruin wherever they go.

so how self-aware are they? do you think those old morals + ethics still linger in their mind, when they're writing down these tragedies? they willingly self identify as liars + thieves + bastards, etc etc, and they seem to have no trouble identifying the 'bad guys' in the various albums (ie: humanising snow + cinders + rose, but not king cole), but do those concepts actually mean anything emotionally, or even theoretically, for them all beyond their dramatic potential? do they remember their lives before they were mechanised as it actually happened, or do they remember it as lyrics to a song? is it possible to be entirely self aware abt ur own capacity for violence (as jonny in paticular claims to be), if you no longer relate to violence as anything other than a narrative device - a means to an end, whether comedic or dramatic?

[lilybug-02]

To lose one’s faith… is to lose one’s ability to see in the dark….

[merakiui]

MORE YANDERE ROLLO CRUMBS I AM SO UNBELIEVABLY DOWN BAD

I WILL PROVIDE, OR MY NAME IS NOT MERAKIUI (LOVER AND ADMIRER OF MR. ROLLO FLAMME)!!!!!!!!! OTL I've loved him since the first day and now that I can experience him again but in English... I love him too much. ( ´ ˘ `)/♡

Last year I wrote briefly about the twins railing you in church and Rollo kicking them out. This is how I imagine Floyd to be if he was in GloMas:

[endominator]

Who pushed her?!

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

VH - The Thorn in Villains' side

“Wake up, you creature of the night, and despair !”

“Nooo, sleepy, beddy-bye -”

“I said wake up !”

Vampire Hero opened an eye, blinked and yawned. He didn’t look at Villain at once. That was the courtyard itself that caught his attention. He was in the middle of it, tied to a pillar. All around him were huge spikes of metal, as if he was in the center of a gigantic metal flower. They all were curved at different angles. You couldn’t step amid them without being scratched, at least. In a sense, that was pretty. Villain themself was on a balcony, their hands on the balustrade, dominating the scene.

“Kids”, he whispered with leniency. “What they do these days.”

“Shame”, said Villain who hadn’t heard him. “You interest me. I thought we could talk.”

Vampire Hero yawned again for all answer.

“Is it insolence ? Or is it the pain of having been under the sun for all day ?”

“Pain ? Why ?”

“You vampires can’t bear the sun.”

“Oh, I understand the confusion. No. Do you know how some birds fall asleep immediately when you cover their cage, because they think it’s the night ?”

“I suppose ?”

“Well, I work the other way around. I have a sunbeam on my face, I get sleepy. It doesn’t hurt me; I just take a nap.”

Then his tone shifted abruptly:

“All day long ? You mean I’ve been here for more than a day ?”

“Yes.”

“I see.”

His voice was now icy. Villain had a delicate little cough.

“I admit I didn’t know about sunlight. What about silver, then ?”

“That would work on vampires, yes.”

“You’re in luck. All these spikes are covered with silver. If you want to free yourself, you need to get through them.”

Vampire Hero hissed in annoyance:

“Ugh. Any particular reason why ?”

“Unless you want to rot in here forever.”

“No, I mean. Let me get this straight. You’ve made all these spikes so I could walk over them for a couple of minutes ? It just seems kinda wasteful.”

“If you want to talk about waste, time’s ticking. Why won’t you have your little dance right now ? You have two minutes before reaching me.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Vampire Hero slipped out of his bonds and stepped forward. He whistled.

“That’s quite the thorn forest you have there. Gasp ! Curses, even. What’s a poor vampire to do ?”

He slowly turned his head toward Villain and smirked:

“Hey, watch this.”

He extended his hand and casually patted the flat side of the spike.

“Oh no”, he said in a toneless voice, while staring at Villain. “I’m doomed. Ouch. Argh. And such.”

Slowly he smiled, revealing his razor-like teeth.

“Do you see it ? Do you begin to see it ?”

“See what ?”

“Your mistake.”

“Show off”, whispered Villain.

“Possibly, yes. At least I’m not ordering useless death traps on a whim. I’ve always made sure they worked first.”

“Death traps ? You are a hero.”

“Now, yes.”

Vampire Hero took a couple of steps among the spikes, decided it was quite enough, jumped, caught the guardrail and climbed the balcony. He hadn't avoided all of them, far from it, but when he landed on his feet, his face was emotionless. There was maybe a twinge of exasperation. He stood still in front of Villain. They both stayed quiet for a moment.

“What are you ?” finally asked Villain.

“A vampire hero.”

“No you’re not. You don’t fear silver or sunlight and you had death traps. You’re neither. What are you ?”

“I am pissed off. I want to be home every night and you’ve prevented me to do it.”

“Why ?”

“I'm married. Just know you’re very lucky I am what I said. I’ll let you live. Reluctantly.”

Villain barely reacted when he pinned them against the wall, whispering in their ear:

“Now then ! You’ve made me lose time. You owe me a drink.”

*

Vampire Hero is now a recurring character. His job is to troll current villains. Click on the Vampire Hero Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with him.

Or back to Hero x Villain Masterlist.

[henrydeaverissickoftheseghosts]

... def not haunted by the ghost if itself because woah has this house seen some shit.

*once again, I neither own this house nor have stock in its purchase. Any resemblance to nouns is purely coincidental and accidental. Also, the cultural references made belong to their respective creators and not me. Thank you to them for their art. Buy this house.*

... wow. This story damn near writes itself. Like, seriously. I feel like I'm being possessed by the house as I type this because holy crow is this house sentient. Just look at it. Loooook.

anyway, it was built in 1880 in the town of Orrington, ME. Funny story, the town was originally supposed to be named Orangetown but they named it phonetically. The Old English phonetics for Orange was Orring and there you have it. From the jump, this poor house was a proverbial typo. Throughout the years, it hosted many families - some good, some decent, some high as gas - and saw many life events occur within and pass through its walls. No one, though, ever asked the house how it felt about all this movement.

For instance, a barn shed thing was erected in the back/side yard without asking House if that was the preferred position. Over time, House began growing more and more resentful until it finally snapped on the last owners. Legend has it that a hole opened up and sucked the family into another dimension... or they just moved quickly in the night while House was focused on the meth lab in the shed. Since then, House has remained devoid of people other than a few squatters, some people looking for places to get high af, and teenagers.

Above is a picture of the kitchen, which heavily resembles the kitchen from a scene in Sinister 2 (TM). I saw it and was like, 'woah, some shit went down in that kitchen,' and then doused my laptop with Holy water and smoke from some Palo Santo. I considered bringing in the Church but thought I ought wait just in case my measures were enough to stave off residual haunting. I mean, it felt like the right thing to do considering House is hainted by resentment and ire.

Aren't we all, though? Truly, cannot we all relate to House? Fucking people. smdh.

House is particularly not fond of people coming inside and tattooing horrible artwork on its walls. Well, except for the Gravity Falls fan in the lower right corner (that person was permitted to squat without incident). House has grown cultured in its long life and developed an appreciation for snarky humor and pop culture. I digress.

I would like to direct your attention back to the kitchen since the most gruesome event occurred here. This is not at all Sinister 2 (TM), I stg. According to lore, the family living here on or around 1953 were preparing for dinner one evening. The mom had made some gelatinous tuna/hot dog bundt cake with mashed potate icing. The family, after having been served this abomination, noticed a shift in the atmosphere. They were genuinely perplexed by the sudden change but even more so by the tentacled monstrosity emerging from the icebox. House, who was so deeply offended by the bundt cake horror, contacted the Eldritch Horrors (TM) and requested they come pick up their drunk ass bundt cake friend.

Unfortunately, the tentacles also took the family since tentacles don't have eyes and it was grabbing at whatever hoping to catch the bundt cake before it revealed its true nature. The Eldritch Horror truly felt marginally bad because it never considered the family as being of particular interest or threat but these things happen, especially during a retrograde.

Buy this house. It will be lovely once fully restored and likely provide you and your family a safe haven from this world... but not the other worlds. It is priced at $90k.

[seraphinitegames]

Hey mishka, hope you are doing good. Had a few questions about our dear Rook.

What's his height?

His birthday?

How old was he when he died?

If he was alive would he like The car? I think he would.

How would he handle the whole supernatural situation like supernaturals coming after his child? And also his reaction to murphy's incident? Sorry for dumping all these on you, i'm so obsessed with every detail about Wayhaven. I keep talking nonstop about it cuz i love it soo much♡♡

Rook was about 5'9"-ish

His birthday was January 16th

No real specific age, as I keep it vague so as the MC's age can vary with the player

He would love The Car. He was very sentimental and kept hoards of stuff just because he didn't have the heart to throw things out, hehe! :D

He would have handled it much different than Rebecca, that's for sure! For a start, Rook would have told the MC about the supernatural when they were young so as it wasn't a shock and the MC was much more prepared.

Rook would have loved if the MC would have joined the Agency too.

But Rook wouldn't have waited to make plans or anything before going after the MC to save them. They would have rallied Unit Bravo and gone straight in, even if that was against the Agency's wishes or anyone else's! (Which isn't always the best idea. But Rook was much more instinct-based rather than Rebecca's more logical way of doing things)

Thank you so much for the ask! :)

[kylominis]

Such a delectable thing [♡]

[soaked-ghost]

hahaha what if I made an alphys au oc and made her ink's friend lol. actually that's a lie there is no what if I just did that

[lyraoctaviawrites]