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dork-empress · 3 years

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Singing In The Dead Of Night Ch 2

Harley and Barman set up a playdate for their wards.

forgive the long post, i'll edit and clean it up when im home. chapter can also be found on my ao3, url in the description.

Harley made it back home, which was actually the manor of some billionaire who only really used the house for tax purposes. Harley had taken it over when Lucy came to live with her, deciding she needed more room, and they quickly changed it to suit their needs.

“Luuuucyyyy, I’m hooooome,” Harley called out to the manor, heading through the living room/gymnasium.

Lucy was balancing on the beam by her hands. “Never heard that one before.” She went into the splits and stayed on one hand.

Harley looked over her form. “Point your toes more...there ya go.” Lucy did as recommended. “I got candy for dinner!” She dumped her stolen lollipops on the table.

“I already ate, Aunt Harley,” she said, “I made extra pasta if you want.” She pointed over to the kitchen, before switching hands and flipping herself over.

“Oh,” Harley said, going over to make a plate, but feeling like ants were crawling in her skin. “You know, you don’t have to call me your aunt when it’s just the two of us,” She said, swirling her fork through the noodles.

Lucy shrugged, “Force of habit. Plus it’s a good idea in general, ya know, in case someone’s secretly listening in or we mess up some other time.”

Harley shrugged her shoulders. “Makes sense,” and it did, but it still kind of hurt. “You can have the lollipops for dessert though. You like cherry?” She tossed her the red candy.

Lucy looked down at the wrapper a second. “Can’t, I’m allergic to the red dye.”

“Oh,” Harley said, silently cursing herself. That was something that mothers should know about their kids, allergies and crap. “Well. Lemon then?”

“Sure!” They traded the lollipops, and Harley sucked on hers between bites of the pasta. Sweet and savory combined, delicious.

Lucy swung her legs as she sat on the beam. “Does...my father have any allergies?”

Harley blinked at her. Did Joker have any allergies? It was hard to say. Even now, Harley didn’t know a lot about the Joker. That’s how he liked it. “Best not to talk about it,” she said instead, “In case of those listening things or whatever.”

Lucy hummed, but didn’t seem satisfied. “Hey,” Harley said, trying to distract her from the ‘dad’ talk, “You wanna go out with me tomorrow?”

Lucy brightened, jumping a bit, “Where are you gonna go?”

“I dunno,” she said, “Go lookin’ for trouble. Let the trouble find me. Punch out a couple people but only if they REALLY deserve it!” And maybe if they only kinda deserved it, Harley thought.

Lucy hummed again, thinking. “I dunno. I think violence often begets further violence, and while it is occasionally necessary, efforts should focus more on the community building and personal improvement area.”

Harley blinked at her. Right, she was a reader, Delia had mentioned that. Not unlike Harley at her age, really, although Harley had focused on psychoanalysis instead of philosophy. “Ah, of course,” she said, “Well, what do you wanna do?”

Lucy thought for a second. “Well, there was this girl I wanted to go inspire to fight her eating disorder.”

“Oh,” Harley said nodding. It was a noble cause, really, but...also seemed really, really boring. “I...sure!” she smiled.

The truth was, when Lucy came out to live with Harley full time, she had really thought they would be a lady dynamic duo, a proper partnership mother/daughter team. But Lucy wasn’t much like Harley. Or, she was but, she was different, a goody two-shoes. Or, a goody tutu. Ha.

More than that, she followed a strange sense of logic that was oddly reminiscent of...Harley didn’t even finish the thought.

“You don’t want to go, do you?” Lucy asked.

“Hmm? Of course I do!” Harley said, “I’d do anything with you sweetheart,” she gave Lucy a wink, then went to the kitchen to hide her facial expression.

She didn’t see that Lucy had followed her until she was directly behind her. “Oh, Jesus!” She said, clutching her heart, “Gotta look out there, sweetie. Almost brained ya!”

“Is Dad like me at all?” she asked, head tilted to the side.

Harley blinked at her. She felt like her bones were shaking inside her skin. “Why would you ask a thing like that?”

Lucy spun a little in place making her tutu swish. “I’ve been reading about him. People think he’s crazy. I mean, he says it. But that’s not what your records say.”

Harley frowned, backing away as though physical distance would get her out of the conversation. “What’re you goin through my records for? What, are you a snoop?”

“They got published after one of your arrests,” Lucy said, “Other people were more interested in the little notes you left in the margins, but--”

“Alright, stop.” Harley said, hand clutching her lollipop stick so tight it might break. “Look, Mr...your father is mean and cruel and manipulative, and nothing like you! He wants to drive other people crazy, and for some people, self included, he succeded. But I grew out of it as best I could and now...you don’t need to worry about him, ok? He ain’t ever gonna know about ya, and he ain’t ever gonna find ya. Got it?”

Lucy hesitated a second and there was something strange in her eyes. Something familiar. “Got it,” she finally said.

Harley lightened, smiling at her. “Why don’t we play a game or somethin? You like Monopoly? I make up my own rules!”

Lucy smiled, “That sounds nice,” she said, all bright again. As they set up the game, Lucy said, “You don’t have to come with me tomorrow, by the way. I can take care of myself.”

“You sure?” Harley asked. Lucy nodded. For the rest of the evening, Harley felt like something was…off.

She slipped the burner phone out of her pocket. She typed, ‘Wanna set up a playdate?’

“She called it a WHAT?!” Damian said, nose wrinkled in disgust.

“Aww,” Tim said, over by the batcave computer, “Little Damian’s got a plaaayydaaate.”

“I will end you, Drake.” Damian snarled, fingers twitching for his sword.

“Enough,” Bruce interrupted the both of them. “Damian, if it helps you can think of it as a mission.”

“I thought I was forbidden from Robin duties for the next two months.” Damian said, arms crossed.

Bruce groaned. “Harley has taken in a ward, her niece Lucy. She has some petty crime charges, but from my recon, she’s not a villain. Harley wants her to spend time with someone her age, and I need someone who will watch over her.”

“Watch out for her, or watch out because of her?” Damian asked, scowling.

“Oooh, good question,” Tim said, still at the computer. “Hey, how come you didn’t set me up with vigilante kids?”

“Because you found them on your own,” Bruce shot back, “Look. Damian, you just have to spend the day with her. Follow her around, help her out as long as it’s not hurting anyone. Don’t let her get killed. Invite Jon if you want.”

“Uggh, Jon’s off world with his Dad,” Damian said.

“Oh right,” Bruce said, massaging his temple. “Why do interdimensional crises have to happen at the worst times?”

“Why is it we need a plural for interdimensional crisis?” Tim asked.

Bruce gave him a side glance to let him know he was coming up on the line that breached from ‘annoying’ to ‘problem Bruce will deal with.’ “Damian…”

“Fine, I’ll do it,” he said, “But I won’t be her friend by you forcing us.”

“Fine.”

They met up with Harley at a neutral location downtown on top of a party goods store. “Hiya Batsy, Hey Bird Boy!”

Despite himself, Damian liked Harley. She was usually of a like mind about which villains did or didn’t deserve to live, but he didn’t tell Batman that. “Harley,” Batman said, “Where’s your niece?”

“Just doin some high-wire practice.” Harley said, “Lucy-goosey!”

From the side of the building, a girl faulted up from where she was hanging on the flagpole. A girl wearing a tutu and white paint. “Nice to meet you, Batman,” Lucy said, “Aunt Harley’s told me….a lot of mixed things.”

“YOU!” Damian said, before he could stop himself, and all three of the others turned to him.

Lucy trotted forward on her tiptoes. “Have we met?” She asked, tilting her head, and looking him up and down.

Damian swallowed. “Uhh….”

“Blackbird!” Lucy said, and swooped him up into a hug, “Oh, I knew you were a Robin, why’d you lie to me?”

“Blackbird, huh?” Batman said, and he couldn’t see, but he knew there was a very pointed eyebrow being raised at him.

Damian, still being swung like a ragdoll by Lucy, tried to gain his balance. “I didn’t...I mean I wasn’t…”

“We’ll talk about this later,” Batman said, “You kids go on, I have something to talk about with Harley.”

“Kids?!” Damian said, offended, especially that he was going to be left out of whatever this conversation was. But in doing so, he left himself vulnerable as Lucy pulled on his cowl to the edge of the building.

“Come on, birdy, whatever color you are. The city awaits!” And she jumped from the roof, grappling on outcroppings to reach the street safely. Damian grumbled, but eventually followed.

Harley looked to Batman, and her face fell. “He’s out there, isn’t he?”

Batman gave one slow nod.

Lucy skipped everywhere. It was very irritating, because it was faster than walking, but slower than running, so hard to keep pace. Also,it was just very perky, which made it hard to sulk.

Lucy claimed she had deliveries to make around town. Something about girls who were bullies in high school and were treating others poorly, but it was only because of the societal pressures that were put on young girls of America and...and thats about where Damian lost interest.

She carried a cartfull of boxes like a damn girlscout, and left them on the girls doors. Damian could have followed in his sleep...except there was something about one of the boxes….

“What’s in that one?” Damian asked as she brought it to the next home.

“Huh?” Lucy said, “Same thing as in all of them, some cookies, a letter, balloons of course and--”

“It’s beeping,” Damian said.

“What?”

Damian didn’t wait any longer, he grabbed the box out of her arms and tossed it as high into the sky as he could, tackling her to the ground. The box then exploded.

Lucy gasped in excitement, clapping her hands together. “Birdy, look at it! It’s fireworks!”

Damian growled, jumping off of her and taking out his sword. “I knew it, I knew you were up to no good.”

Lucy tilted her head. “Whatcha talkin about, Birdy?”

“You--” He pointed to where the box was still smoldering. “You were going to put a BOMB on that girl’s doorstep!”

“I didn’t put that there,” Lucy said, getting up with no care of the sword pointed at her.

“You-” Damian stammered. “What?”

Lucy bent down and picked up a scrap of paper from the ruins. “Change of plans for the evening, Birdy!” Lucy said, “We’re going puzzling!”

She tossed the paper at him and he grabbed it quickly. It read ‘I’ve the tallest of trunks and thickest of stumps, a switch in the breeze, but I’m no tree. What am I?’”

They came quickly to the elephant pasture at the zoo. Damian couldn’t help it, he held out his hand for the elephant. She reached out her trunk and wrapped it around him. He couldn’t help but laugh.

Her baby came forward this time, trotting on new steps. He was already the size of a small horse, but he stole Damian’s heart all the same. He tried to bowl Damian over like a large puppy, and Damian couldn’t help but laugh. “Didn’t know you could laugh, Birdy,” Lucy said, kneeling over a shady patch in the enclosure.

Damian’s scowl returned. “Stop calling me ‘Birdy,’” he said, “You can just say ‘Robin,’ if you want.”

“But aren’t there other Robins?” Lucy said, fiddling with something, “I’d love to call you something unique to you.”

“There’s already a Blackbird, you know.” Damian said, continuing to pet the baby elephant.

“There is?” Lucy asked, “Picking a superhero name is HARD. I’m still trying to get Commedia to stick. You know, like, Commedia del arte? But I’ll end up getting called ‘Tutu girl’ or something if I don’t watch out.”

Damian gently pushed the elephant away, seeing what she was doing. She was hands deep in another box like the one they’d found in her cart. “Careful, it could be another bomb.”

“Fireworks,” Lucy corrected, “and I already diffused it.”

Damian leaned down, looking. She had indeed done so, quite efficiently. “How did you know to do that?”

Lucy smiled, “An uncle of mine taught me. You’ll meet him.” She dug further into the box. “I wouldn’t mind some more fireworks, but I don’t want to scare the elephants.” She pulled out another slip of paper.

“This has all the hallmarks of The Riddler,” Damian said, “We have to be careful. He might have bombs all over the city.”

“Fireworks!” Lucy corrected again, “And, probably. See, we already have the next clue!” She waved the paper and read out “Can you hear me make a sound, only when you are around.”

“Of course you can only hear things when you’re around.” Damian said, frowning.

“But only when someone’s around does it make a...Oh!” Lucy said, jumping to her feet, “An echo! We have to go somewhere there’s an echo!”

Damian sighed, “I have an idea.”

Technically they weren’t IN the Bat cave. They were at a far entrance to it, another end of the cave system. So he wasn’t breaking any rules. “Hey, is that Wayne Manor?” Lucy asked. “I tried to break in there once, but they have some crazy rich person security system.”

“Funny that.” Damian said, trying to seem completely ordinary.

Lucy stood at the edge of the cave and yelled into it. “ECHO!” listening for the echo in return. She skipped into the cave, humming all the way, the sound bouncing off as she went.

“Lucy?” Damian said, following her, “Don’t go too far, there’s all sorts of--” He heard a squeal and rushed forward.

He stopped short, his flashlight falling on Lucy. She waved at him to put it down, squinting. “Look here!” She brushed aside some dirt to find some rusted over metal. “Isn’t it fascinating! This cave system must go on for miles! Maybe people hid treasure there!”

“It’s just the old mining system,” Damian said, truthfully. “It’s all blocked off.”

“That can’t be hard to undo,” Lucy said, intrigued by whatever lay beyond.

Damian grabbed her hand before she could continue. “We have to catch the Riddler. There has to be another package here.”

Lucy sighed, but nodded. She took his arm with the flashlight and swung him around the cave. “Ah! There.”

She took the package and skipped out of the cave. “Careful!” Damian urged. “Come on, just diffuse it.”

“Nope, not these ones.” She tossed the package high in the sky, and Damian saw the fireworks light up.

He felt his phone buzzing, no doubt Tim could hear an explosion out here, not to mention Alfred. They’d come investigating fast enough. He leaped up, grabbing the fallen slip of paper, and grabbed Lucy again to pull her along. He read it quickly and passed it to her as he made his way away. “Even in the city scape, nature comes to take its place.” Lucy read. “It must be the park!”

“No,” Damian said, still pulling her, “I mean, yes, that is the answer to the riddle, but that’s not where we’re going.” He texted the police to inform them of the location of the hidden package so they could diffuse it, and dragged Lucy away.

The original Gotham Ice Cream shop was one of the oldest remaining buildings in Gotham, although was clearly closed for the night.

Damian saw a flash of green from the kitchens and rushed inside, finding none other than the Riddler standing there. “Stand down, Riddler,” Damian said, holding out his sword, “We’ve got you now!”

Riddler snarled, backing into a defensive stance. “Robin! How did you possibly find me?”

Damian smirked, “The beginning of each clue was clearly spelling out your final location. I-C-E. I didn’t need to follow 5 more clues to figure that out.”

Riddler cursed. “Those clues weren’t for you! They were for--!”

Lucy came skipping up to join Damian. “Hi, Uncle Eddy!”

“Lucille!” Riddler said, immediately warming. “I had so many sights around Gotham for you to see, why’d you go skipping to the end?”

Lucy skipped up to him, and Damian was once again left dumbfounded. “My friend Birdy here isn’t much for riddles, I think,” she said, “Although he enjoyed the elephants! And he knew about the mining carts in the caves, I want to explore those later.”

‘Uncle Eddy’ hugged Lucy, and Damian came to his senses, “THIS is your uncle?!”

Lucy shrugged, “I mean, that’s what I call him. I met him when I was visiting Aunt Harley a few years ago.”

“I heard you had moved to Gotham full time,” Riddler said, “I wanted to be sure you saw the sights. But the bat-brats have to ruin everything I suppose.” Riddler glared at him, and he glared right back.

“I don’t-” Damian started, but cut himself off, “You can’t just be leaving BOMBS around the city!”

“Fireworks!” Lucy and Riddler both corrected.

“Whatever! They’re explosive and they’re dangerous!” Damian hated having to be the safety one. It felt wrong.

Riddler rolled his eyes. “He’s just as much a barrel of laughs as the big one.”

“Aw, he’s sweet, really,” Lucy said, coming over to Damian and linking their arms. “Aunt Harley and Batman set us up on our own little playdate.”

“It is NOT!” Damian said, squirming away from her, “It is NOT a playdate.”

“Uncle Eddy, can my friend Birdy have some Ice Cream too?” Lucy asked, ignoring him.

Riddler and Damian glared again. “Fine.” He pushed his own bowl of ice cream towards Damian and went to get his own. “It’s MYSTERY flavor!”

Damian looked at it hesitantly as Lucy sat down to enjoy. Riddler went back to the kitchen. “It’s coconut,” Lucy said, “But Uncle Eddy likes to think it’s a mystery, so I let him.”

Damian frowned at her. “You’re really weird.”

“Thank you!” Lucy said, patting the seat beside her. “Come on, even you had to admit you had fun today.”

Damian thought about the elephants, and skipping around with Lucy, and watching the fireworks at the mouth of the cave, and seeing her all excited about mining carts for some reason. “Fine,” he said, “But it’s NOT a playdate.”

“Alright, alright,” Lucy said, digging into her ice cream. “Just a regular date then.”

“I--” Damian started, his head exploding with so many protests that he ended up just short circuiting. Lucy continued chowing down on ice cream like she didn’t say anything of importance. So, Damian just sat beside her, and ate his own.

#lucy quinzel #damian wayne #batman #harley quinn #dc fanfic

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solerey · 5 years

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Rules & Verses for Mobile:

Having had these requested for my Finn account, I thought I should go ahead and make some mobile-accessible rules/verses for the rest of my accounts too, so here are Rey’s! (This also includes the various parental backstories I will play for her.) Note that while I don’t change my rules much (or basically ever lol) the VERSES information here is definitely not going to be up-to-date because I am forever making new aus…but here’s a start, at least, to give you something to explore until you get back to your computers!

Mun is named Nicky and is well over 21. Muse’s age will vary. Multi-ship and multi-verse.

RULES:

Following and Mututals:

This is a sideblog of nickyrp and as such cannot follow back.

We do not need to be mutuals to send memes or starters. Feel free to throw things like that at me at any time even if we’ve never played or plotted before. If I’m not interested or just too busy etc I promise I will let you know politely and not just leave you hanging!

If you want to play please send me a message or toss me a starter; I’m bad at paying attention to my follower count and probably didn’t notice your subtle arrival! Or thought you wanted to lurk idk. Say hi!

If you are a multimuse with a lot of characters or a lot of fandoms all on one url, I may not follow you because that tends to be overwhelming for me. It’s nothing personal nor a comment on your writing style; it’s just more than I can easily keep track of, myself. (That’s why mine are all on their own sideblogs.)

If I can’t read your blog (small text, low-contrast colors, etc) I will not interact with your character. I don’t have the best eyes and straining to read sucks all the fun out of rp. If you need any of my formatting or color choices adjusted for your own ease of accessibility please let me know! I will do so happily.

You can reblog any of my shit (headcanons, graphics, verses, meta, whatever) even if you’re a personal blog, I don’t care; it’s all one fandom imo. That said please don’t reblog my interaction threads with other people because most rp-ers do not like their things reblogged and I want to respect that. If I reblog anything of yours you do not want reblogged just let me know and I will delete it; I promise it’s just because I thought the thing was cool and got excited!

Interactions:

I am always up for trying new things so if you have a crazy idea, please hit me up! I promise I rarely disintegrate anyone.

I am happily open to interacting with Original Characters! I need to know who your character is though, so if you don’t have a bio or background I can find on your blog I’m not going to be interested.

I will not write smut with anyone under the age of eighteen.

If I ever do something that upsets or confuses or offends you, please let me know. It probably wasn’t intentional and I always want to be called out on problematic behavior because how else can I learn to do better? I promise to react apologetically, not defensively.

Formatting:

I’m a visual person so I like icons and gifs and will almost always incorporate them. If you don’t want to use images that’s cool with me, but I majored in comic book art so I enjoy the marriage of words with images. I should further admit that interactions with visuals do tend to keep me more excited than plain ones – I’m shallow!

I’m not a big fan of fancy formatting. I don’t mind if you use it but I don’t. Feel free to adjust my formatting to suit your aesthetic if that makes you more comfortable, but I’ll likely keep mine simple.

If you need any triggers tagged message me and I’ll do so gladly.

Canon & AUs:

I have as of yet read very little of the expanded universe materials for the New Canon (a few comics, the Thrawn novel, etc). As such, my portrayal of Rey may at times be lacking in regards to supplemental canon information. Please never hesitate to inform me of any details relevant to your character or any ongoing/burgeoning threads. I appreciate that assistance!

As far as the Legends EU goes, I have read most of the old novels (excepting NJO period) and many of the Dark Horse comics but that is a lot of material and I do not promise to remember everything. Please let me know if I make a mistake or assumption you do not agree with; I promise I will not be offended!

I will generally default to putting Rey into the canon of the Sequel Trilogy because that is where she comes from, but I am happy to play her in Legends Canon too – just let me know! If you don’t indicate verse/time on a meme or starter, I might pick another verse (or make a new one) so please indicate where you want to play if you have a preference!

I also love making AUs whether canon-divergence or totally off-the-wall so please don’t hesitate to throw new verses my way! I love both plotting and winging-it when building new worlds, so don’t be shy!

Characters Relationships & Shipping:

Platonic Ships: I generally enjoy Rey without any ships and am thus extraordinarily eager for friendships, familial relationships, and Found Family interactions. (Antagonistic and abrasive interactions are also welcome – it doesn’t have to be all sweetness and light all the time!) Rey very much wants to be loved, but it isn’t romance she is primarily looking for. I will usually write Rey as being either an aromantic or biromatic asexual.

OTPs: That said, I do thoroughly enjoy the idea of a Finn/Rey/Poe polyship and would be thrilled to play out interactions under that set-up. I will also happily ship her with either of those two gentlemen on their own, or with Rose Tico or Jess Pava or Jannah or really anyone whom it makes sense to ship her with, providing there is chemistry and a basis in friendship to build the ship from (whether that be formed via interaction or plotted ahead of time). Interspecies ships with non-human characters are also welcome!

NOTPs: No teacher/student, adult/minor, or incestuous ships, please. Additionally I will not ship Rey with Kylo Ren in any verse. I have no objections to playing in verses where they are not related, but due to the fact that I started thinking of them them as siblings about five minutes into my first viewing of TFA (the Jaina/Jacen vibes were too strong for my Legends-based heart, sorry!), it is simply something that I am not comfortable shipping regardless of their actual familial status in a verse or lack thereof. Please tag your reylo so I can block it?

One-Way Ships: I will never force a ship on you. I expect the same courtesy in return. That said, you are more than welcome to have your character express unrequited romantic feelings toward mine. (In most cases I expect I’d even be okay with this sort of one-way attraction coming from a Kylo Ren character; if it ends up crossing the edges of my comfort zone I’ll let you know!)

Main Faceclaim: Daisy Ridley [older: Keira Knightley] [younger: Raffey Cassidy]

“We are the spark that will light the fire that will burn the First Order down.” ―Poe Dameron

VERSES & BACKSTORIES:

I am a big fan of AUs and canon-divergent verses so if you don’t see something here that looks like your cup of caf know that I am always happy to plot out a new one! Also feel free to pull anything from my wishlist.

BACKSTORY OPTIONS: I find that I enjoy the Rey Palpatine/Rey-Chooses-Skywalker Idea more and more the longer I contemplate it. I do however remain wholly convinced that Rey Organa-Solo was the original intention with the character in TFA. Thus, for threads set early in Rey’s character arc I am likely to default to Rey Organa-Solo while in threads set later I’ll probably go the Palpatine/Skywalker route. (And I have other options too!) If you have a backstory preference, please specify before starting a thread.

The Last Solo (default canon verse): Rey was too little to remember that her full name was Breha Organa Solo but it wouldn’t have mattered if she’d been one hundred; when Emperor Palpatine decides to mind-rub the entire galaxy, they forget. Sensing the all-but-unprecedented power within the little girl, the half-resurrected shadow of Palpatine was too tempted by her potential to destroy her outright; instead he erased her life. He couldn’t erase the emotional weight of her absence, though, nor the instant sense of connection felt by both Rey and those who had once loved her. Even Kylo Ren didn’t know why the little girl he dragged from the ruins of the Jedi Temple mattered, but he couldn’t bring himself to kill her, instead abandoning both her and his father’s ship on Jakku before following Snoke into the Dark. Palpatine’s lies about Rey’s lineage fooled everyone for a time – but in the end, the truth felt real in a way that the lies did not, and Rey reclaimed the heritage he had stolen. In the end, Palaptine lost everything.

The Last Skywalker (secondary canon verse): When the half-resurrected former Emperor mind-rubbed the entire galaxy to forget Luke Skywalker’s daughter, he succeeded – but his former Hand recognized the feeling of his touch on her thoughts. Mara Jade immediately knew he was back. She didn’t know why she felt such a connection to the little girl buried beside her in the ruins of the Jedi Temple, but she knew she had to kill her former master – and that she had to keep this child safe. She “borrowed” her brother-in-law’s ship and went searching for Palaptine, her forgotten daughter in tow. When she reached Jakku, she left the girl and the ship behind, knowing the next step was too dangerous to bring a child she loved along – but the Final Order she found was more than the fragments of the Empire she had expected, and Mara never returned for her daughter. That didn’t stop the girl who called herself Rey from sensing a connection to her true family when she finally found them again, nor stop her from claiming her true lineage in the end in spite of Palaptine’s lies. (Can also be played with a different mother!)

Palpatine’s Heir (canonical canon verse): When Rey at last discovered her lineage, she was horrified. She was the granddaughter of Emperor Palpatine, the man who had destroyed the Old Republic and created the Empire – and was now the resurrected Lord of the Sith. After initially giving in to fear and despair at the darkness she believed she saw within herself, Rey eventually returned to the war. With the assistance of Kylo Ren, who had turned his back on the Sith at the last minute, she was able to destroy Palpatine while the Resistance obliterated the Final Order’s fleet. Hope was restored to the galaxy, Rey was restored to life in a final act of atonement, and the stain of the Sith was at last ended…at least for now. Choosing to turn her back on the bloodline that spawned her, Rey has instead declared herself a Skywalker in essence if not in birthright, carrying on the legacy of the late Luke and Leia. As the first of the new Jedi, Rey now looks to teach others the ways of the Force as Leia did her – starting with her dearest friend, Finn.

Not So Nobody (alt canon verse): The daughter of Kam and Tionne Solusar, two of Luke’s earliest Jedi students, Rey was the first child born within the Temple. Kylo Ren desperately wanted to make her his first apprentice of the Dark Side, but the Solusars escaped the slaughter and fled across the galaxy. The First Order pursued. Unable to shake them, Kam and Tionne made landfall on the nearest planet: Jakku. They hid Rey with a junk dealer and left, planning to lead Ren away and double-back when it was safe – but the First Order caught them. They convinced Kylo Ren that Rey had died of wounds taken during the attack on the Temple, but the deception cost them their lives. Kylo Ren was irritated to have lost Rey as an apprentice but had more important things to do than dwell on the death of one child…until he heard about the girl on Jakku who helped the deserter. He knew immediately who she had to be – and that she would become his apprentice after all, or he would ensure that her parents’ lie became the truth.

Orphan of Jakku (alt canon verse): Kylo Ren told the truth: Rey’s parents were nobody…but what does that matter? A person’s worth isn’t determined by their lineage but by their choices. And Rey chooses the Light and the Resistance and she will give her all to defend her friends and to free the galaxy from the shackles the First Order wants to wrap them in. Kylo Ren might be descended from Darth Vader but Rey doesn’t need to be a Skywalker too in order to end him and his reign.

Twinverse (for duplicates): Twins run in the Skywalker line, and B(rey)ha and Pad(mey) were no exception. Named for both of Leia’s mothers, their loss hit her as hard her son’s fall to the Dark Side – and hit the girls even harder: separated for the first time in their lives, they were scattered to distant planets and lost, abandoned. So young they could barely remember their own names let alone those of their family, they grew-up like orphans until one day “Rey” found herself leaving aboard a ship whose controls fit her hands like they’d been made for her. When the Force stirred in Rey, it reached out to her sister as well and Mey went looking for the family that had never come back to find her. (I’m happy to play either Rey or Other Rey in all versions! Can also be done as Skywalker twins or nobody twins. Names changeable!)

SEQUEL TRILOGY VERSES:

Her Mother’s Daughter (alt post-TFA): Leia had always been too busy running rebellions and piecing-together governments to truly master the Force, but she knew enough to teach Rey the basics – at least until the old friends she dispatched to fetch her brother could talk him into coming back. She could have sent Rey, but after losing Han she didn’t want to let her daughter out of her sight – not so soon after finding the long-thought-dead girl again. Besides, they had so much to catch up on…and the Resistance could use a Force Sensitive woman like Breha, training or no training. And for General Organa, duty always came first.

Corrupted Coordinates (alt post-TFA): the map did not lead them to Master Skywalker. Artoo wasn’t sure if the data was corrupted or if Luke had been there at one point and then moved on – but wherever he was, it wasn’t here. Unwilling to return to the Resistance empty-handed (to fail again the way she had failed to save Han, to protect Finn) Rey went looking for every rumor of Luke she could find. Aboard the Millennium Falcon with Chewbacca and R2-D2 in tow, she is determined to keep searching until she can come back to Leia with something that will give them all hope.

A Newer Hope (alt TLJ): It wasn’t Rey who finally convinced Luke Skywalker to come back to the Force, back to the Resistance, back to his sister; it was the droid Artoo Deetoo, perhaps Luke’s oldest living friend. Artoo’s old hologram reminded Luke of the boy he’d once been and the hopes that had once filled his life to brimming. Lifting her Jedi Master’s ancient X-Wing from the water had been the last task Rey completed before Luke deemed her ready to return to the galaxy and to continue her training from within the Resistance, although he was cautious about letting her progress too quickly, unable to shake his fears of creating another Kylo Ren.

A Skywalker Returned (alt TLJ): If Luke had not cut himself off from the Force he would have recognized his daughter’s presence the moment she set foot on that island. As it was, the resemblance she bore to his sister – to the woman his daughter would have been if she had lived to grow-up – seemed like a cruel joke of the Force and inspired him to push her away instead. His daughter had died alongside her mother, murdered by Ben Solo in an attempt to hide his fall to the Dark Side…or so Luke had thought. Unable to kill his little cousin, Ben instead mind-rubbed her and dumped the confused girl on an out-of-the-way planet. He never expected the girl from Jakku to come back to haunt him – but the Force has a way of returning things to their proper balance, and Kylo Ren knows now that no lies will keep him safe from his long-lost cousin. Unless he can twist her to the Dark Side the way Snoke once twisted him, their next meeting will leave one or both of them dead.

The Rise of Organa-Solo (post-TLJ): Rey felt an instant connection to Han and Leia (and Kylo Ren), the Force within her whispering that this was the family she sought. Her father thought her resemblance to his beloved Leia was mere coincidence and died before learning the truth; her mother surely sensed something when they met but whether out of concern she might be wrong or hopes of sparing Rey further emotional turmoil before she started her Jedi training, Leia said nothing…and Luke had cut himself off from the Force and thus was unable to recognize his niece. Now only Leia remains to guide Rey into the Light away from Snoke’s lies and toward her destiny – but will the truth make it harder or easier for her when she has to kill her brother?

The First Jedi (alt post-TLJ): While Leia reforges the fragments of the Resistance into a New Rebellion, Rey has a mission of her own: finding other Force Sensitives and leading them with her into the Light before Kylo Ren’s agents can drag them to the Dark Side. She is no Jedi Master but she has the ancient Jedi teachings to draw from, friends to support her, and her own clarity of vision to guide her. She will learn, and she will teach. The Jedi will not end with her.

The Sunrider Option (alt TROS): With Kylo Ren dead at her hand, Rey faced Palpatine alone – but she had read the old Jedi texts and knew of a different sort of sacrifice she could make. She did as commanded and struck him down, claiming her position as Empress of the Sith – but severed herself from the Force at the same time. The spirits of the Sith moved from him to her…and found nothing waiting there that could house them. They faded, dissipating into nothing but impotent screams. Before the Final Order could realize the ritual had failed, she gave the command for their fleet to stand down. The combined Resistance and Free People’s Fleets destroyed most of their ships before they could fight back or flee, and Rey returned to her friends alive and untainted – but forever sundered from the Force. Now she does her best to pass her training on to Finn so he can guide the new generation of Jedi that she will never be a part of…and learns to live with a world that will feel forever muffled, forever less.

The Balance Restored (post TROS): While Poe Dameron, Rose Tico, Kaydel co Connix, and the other leaders of the Resistance turn their hand from rebellion to building a government, Rey has a mission of her own: finding other Force Sensitives and training them as Leia did her. From the fragments of the Jedi Order, something new will rise – something that is not bound by the limitations of the Jedi Code or the sins of Jedi past, but something nonetheless firmly rooted in the Light. She will restore balance to the galaxy one student at a time, starting with her first apprentice: Finn.

Rebel Daughter (pre-TFA divergence): Breha was not lost when her brother fell to the Dark Side. She grew-up amidst the strain and stress of political upheaval and imminent war, but she also grew-up surrounded by family. Breha’s devotion to the Resistance is total – almost. The loss of her brother cut her too deep for even the dozens of unofficial aunts, uncles, and quasi-siblings of her parents’ friends and allies to assuage – but dragging Ben back to the Light would do it. Breha refuses to give up on the big brother she once adored, no matter what Uncle Luke or her parents caution her, but will she risk the continued survival of the Resistance she loves on her certainty that Ben is still in there somewhere, and she can bring him back? She tells herself it’s the will of the Force guiding her – but maybe she just misses her brother.

Scoundrel Daughter (pre-TFA divergence): when Ben Solo fell to the Dark Side, Leia and Han decided that the Force was too dangerous for their remaining child. Duty demanded that General Organa stay with her burgeoning Resistance, so Han and Chewie took young Breha away from war and into the safety of the seedier side of life. She grew up more on the Falcon than off, flitting from port to port and learning the tricks of the smuggler trade rather than the ways of the Force. It wasn’t until Hosnian Prime met its grim fate that they came home to Leia, joining the Resistance for a desperate mission to Starkiller Base – and Breha’s first confrontation with her brother since she had been a little girl and he had not yet become a monster.

Dark Lady of Ren (pre-TFA divergence): When young Ben Solo proved resistant to Snoke’s manipulations he set his sights on an easier target: the boy’s baby sister. His assault on the Jedi Temple left many survivors, but it had all been a distraction so he could kidnap Breha. Raised to the Dark Side and indoctrinated with the beliefs of the First Order, Kreya Ren has few memories of any life before and even less interest in uncovering them. With her family convinced that she died thirteen years ago, she might never have discovered her origins – save that Poe Dameron knew the moment they came face to face who this woman who looked so much like Leia had to be. That had been Kreya’s first mission as a Knight of Ren and she took Dameron’s escape and the defection of the traitor FN-2187 personally. Vowing to destroy the Resistance once and for all, Kreya Ren never expected to discover a brother barring her way – nor parents who refused to accept that she would never turn her back on the Dark Side.

Orderly Mechanic (pre-TFA divergence): The First Order was never picky about where it harvested its resources – or about how willing they were. Rey didn’t want to leave Jakku but she wasn’t given a choice when stormtroopers marched over the sands “recruiting” anyone useful. She was barely a teenager but everyone knew she was good with machines and they needed people to keep their ships spaceworthy. At least she’s learned a lot, although “traveling the galaxy” probably would be more exciting if she ever got to step foot off the ships for more than the occasional dirtside repair. Being a young and self-taught prodigy has netted Rey few friends among her co-workers, but some of the stormtrooper recruits at least are nice to the girl who helps fix their boots and blasters…and so far no one, not even Rey herself, has realized that her instinctive avoidance of Kylo Ren is anything more than ordinary prudence. And every day, her lost family feels a little further away…

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LEGENDS EU VERSES:

Another Desert Daughter (as Shmi’s great-granddaughter): Luke felt an instant connection to the new Jedi trainee the moment Rey stepped into the temple. Here was yet another Force user from Tatooine, another orphaned child of the sands who dreamed beyond the confines of her hot and distant world, like Taihiri Veila and himself before them. So why did the extent of her powers frighten him? Was it because the coincidental resemblance of her features and his niece’s, his sister’s, had Luke making the mental leap to yet another Jedi from Tatooine? But this girl was no Vader, surely! Of course, if he had known that she too carried Skywalker blood in her veins, Luke might have let himself worry more…but Shmi Skywalker had died too quickly to tell her son that there was another. (can be set at any time in Legends Continuity but probably not NJO because I don’t know it)

Lost Hapan Princess (as Allana Djo Solo): deeming it too dangerous to hide her daughter in plain sight with Han and Leia Organa-Solo, Tenel Ka sent Allana to Dathomir after faking her death – but the ship never made it there. Left on the nearest planet for safe-keeping by her escort while they dealt with the threat pursing them, Allana soon found herself abandoned and alone. Her memories damaged by the upheaval in the Force following Caedus’s fall and Abeloth’s rise, she spent the next several years sure of nothing but that she had family out there somewhere who would be coming back for her…but as the amnesiac girl drew inward to shield herself from the darkness in the Force, Tenel Ka was forced to conclude that her deception about her daughter’s death had become the truth: Allana was gone. But the Force wasn’t done with the woman now called Rey just yet… (for post-LOTF interactions)

Littlest Solo Sister (as Breha Organa-Solo): either taking Anakin Solo’s place as the youngest of the three Solo children, standing alongside Anakin as the second set of Organa-Solo twins, or as the fourth and youngest of the siblings, Breha grew-up as the daughter of the New Republic’s Chief of State and the niece of the Jedi Grand Master. It was a life that involved lots of affection from a host of unofficial aunts and uncles, the occasional kidnapping, and training in the Jedi Temple on Yavin Four. It eventually involved war as well, interspersed with tragedy and darkness. (can be set at any time in Legends Continuity but I really don’t know the NJO so assistance with details may be necessary if you want that)

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Finn’s Rules & Verses:

I got a request from someone who can’t see my pages while on mobile, so for anyone else having trouble here they are! Note that while I don’t change my rules much (or basically ever lol) the VERSES information here is definitely not going to be up-to-date because I am forever making new aus...but here’s a start, at least, to give you something to explore until you get back to your computers!

Mun is named Nicky and is well over 21. Muse’s age will vary. Multi-ship and multi-verse.

RULES:

Following and Mututals:

This is a sideblog of nickyrp and as such cannot follow back.

Interactions:

I am always up for trying new things so if you have a crazy idea, please hit me up! I promise I rarely disintegrate anyone.

I will not write smut with anyone under the age of eighteen.

Formatting:

If you need any triggers tagged message me and I’ll do so gladly.

I am extremely uncomfortable with reylo due to the fact that I interpreted Rey as being analogous to Jaina Solo within the opening minutes of TFA. If you play either Kylo Ren or Rey and enjoy that ship, I ask that you not reference it in any interactions with my Finn, and furthermore that you tag it so that I can blacklist. Thank you!

Canon & AUs:

I have as of yet read very little of the expanded universe materials for the New Canon (a few comics, the Thrawn novel, etc). As such, my portrayal of Finn may at times be lacking in regards to supplemental canon information. Please never hesitate to inform me of any details relevant to your character or any ongoing/burgeoning threads. I appreciate that assistance!

I will generally default to putting Finn into the canon of the Sequel Trilogy because that is where he comes from, but I am happy to play him in Legends Canon too – just let me know! If you don’t indicate verse/time on a meme or starter, I might pick another verse (or make a new one) so please indicate where you want to play if you have a preference!

Characters Relationships & Shipping:

Platonic Ships: For my interpretation of Finn, friendship takes precedence as the most important thing in his life right now. He never had a chance for much of that in his life before leaving the First Order, and he’s still getting used to the idea of caring about people and being loved in return. So please, bring me all the platonic ships – pals, mentors, comrades, buddies, frenemies – you can think of!

OTPs: My favorite ship would be Finn/Rey/Poe and I would be thrilled to play out some polyshipping. I also like the idea of Finn/Poe and Finn/Rey on their own, and while I don’t think TLJ gave us enough to build a Finn/Rose ship from I would be thrilled to explore that option properly in rp as well. Likewise Finn/Jannah although to be frank I like the idea of Ex-Stormtrooper BFFS even more than Ex-Stormtrooper Lovers, but really anything’s good there! Honestly provided that there is chemistry and a basis in friendship to build the ship from (whether that be formed via interaction or plotted ahead of time), I’m probably down. Interspecies ships with non-human characters are also welcome!

NOTPs: No teacher/student, adult/minor, or incestuous ships, please. Given Finn’s history, I am very unlikely to ship him with any First Order muses in anything outside a massively different AU but I’m not listing them as strict notps because let’s face it: I love AUs.

One-Way Ships: I will never force a ship on you. I expect the same courtesy in return. That said, you are more than welcome to have your character express unrequited romantic feelings toward mine. If it ends up crossing the edges of my comfort zone I’ll let you know!

Main Faceclaim: John Boyega

VERSES:

While I will readily play in canon verses, I am also a big fan of AUs and canon-divergent verses. If you don’t see something here that looks like your cup of caf know that I am always happy to plot out a new one! (Note that while I will always write Finn as being Force Sensitive, he will not always know he is and thus his connection with the Force will vary from verse to verse. Any questions, ask!)

SEQUEL TRILOGY VERSES:

Pulled the Trigger (alt-TFA): FN-2187 did not enjoy the battle – the slaughter – on Jakku, but he did what he was trained for. It didn’t matter that it made him sick. He obediently returned to Jakku to search for a droid and found more than he’d bargained for: a girl who thrashed half his unit with nothing but a stick. 2187 eventually got the drop on her but Kylo Ren’s impatience sent an airstrike, and in the ensuing chaos 2187 had no option but to pretend the reason he hadn’t shot Rey was because he was a Resistance sympathizer. They fled together and returned to the Finalizer to rescue the droid’s master. 2187 figured he would tag along and turn them in as soon as he got a chance…but they succeeded in their mission, and the longer he spent with the Resistance, the more he began to think he didn’t want to leave. Too bad he’s already reported their destination to the First Order…

The Newest Hope (alt-TFA): Finnick Peckhum has always been able to hear the voice of the Force. For years, he tried to ignore it – but eventually the call was too loud. Finn followed it Ahch-To, to Luke Skywalker. The self-exiled Jedi Master was reluctant to train a new student after Kylo Ren, but even he could not deny the will of the Force itself and gave-in, teaching Finn the Jedi arts – but another call summoned him back. The young Jedi Knight arrived on Jakku just in time to help a scavenger escape a First Order patrol. Finn heard the Force in Rey too, and knew he had to train her in the ways of the Force – and to find the Resistance led by Luke’s sister, Leia. With a Jedi Knight and his Padawan on their side, the Resistance finally stands a real chance. Together he and Rey will take the fight to Kylo Ren, intending to right the balance he upset with his turn to the Dark…one way or the other.

Another Kriffing Farmboy (alt-TFA): growing-up with a loving, hard-working family on a planet so far from galactic civilization it might as well not even be on the charts, Finn Peckhum never gave much thought to politics – until the First Order bombed Ennth and destroyed everything he ever loved. Frightened of their overwhelming might, Finn gave no thought to revenge until yet another low-paying freighter job took him to Jakku where he crossed paths with a droid and a scavenger desperate for a ride off-world. Agreeing to smuggle them in the ship he worked on in exchange for a hefty reward seemed like a chance to safely tweak the First Order’s nose until they blew up that ship, too, leaving Finn and his new allies to flee in the first wreck they could get their hands on. As things got more and more dangerous, Finn kept meaning to leave – but somehow, he never got around to it, and the next thing he knew General Organa was handing him a blaster and welcoming him to the fight…

There Is Another (alt post-TFA): while the lightsaber never called to him the way it did Rey, something helped him retain his humanity through the First Order’s brainwashing; something helped him hold his own against Kylo Ren with a weapon he barely understood…and that something was the Force. While Rey was off seeking Master Skywalker, General Organa helped tutor Finn in his own Force skills while his body knitted itself back together under the tender ministrations of Resistance medtechs. He might never be able to able to best a true master of the Force, not without more thorough training anyway, but Kylo Ren was no Darth Vader. And with the new lightsaber he’s just completed, Finn can’t wait for a rematch with the monster who almost severed his spine and broke his teacher’s heart…

Trusted Leadership (alt-TLJ): most of the Resistance’s leadership was lost in the explosion that wounded General Organa, but General Antilles had always been a cockpit warrior himself and hadn’t been anywhere near the ship’s bridge. When Poe took the plan he, Finn, and Rose had concocted to him, Wedge was happy to put his own resources behind the scheme and with a reliable slicer in tow, they infiltrated the Supremacy and shut down the tracking program, allowing the Resistance to escape. Holdo was furious with Antilles but he had the rank to whether her temper, and thanks to the timely arrival of Rey and Chewbacca in the Millennium Falcon, the infiltration crew made it back to the fleet only a little the worse for wear. The Resistance went to ground to lick its wounds and plan its next strike against the First Order, and Finn was officially inducted into the fight by a recovered Organa.

The First Pebble (alt post-TLJ): no one ever gave much thought to stormtroopers as people, not the First Order or the Resistance either. They were just there, anonymous and disposable shock troopers…but they weren’t. And Finn proved that both to the galaxy and to his former comrades. Within the stormtrooper ranks, his choice started a revolution. When word got around that he had even bested the mighty Phasma, not once but twice, well…it made all but the most strident diehards take notice. Now Finn wasn’t just some ordinary defector; he was a rallying cry. The first time a stormtrooper unit got in touch with a request for help defecting, Finn thought it was a fluke – but Poe Dameron knew better. He knew this was the start of an avalanche that might bring the First Order down from the inside…if Finn is brave enough to make himself the face of this new revolution.

Matched Lightsabers (alt TROS): in the wake of the Resistance’s near-obliteration on Crait, the survivors have to work harder than ever – which in Finn’s case means more than just running missions and pitching revolt to stormtroopers. It means training with Rey and Leia in the use of the Force. He was an uncertain, reluctant apprentice – but Leia was adamant that he learn, and Finn could no more say no to the General than to the Force itself. Confidence was his biggest hurdle. What business did a former stormtrooper have learning to master the Jedi arts? It wasn’t until he and Rey walked onto Exogol that Finn finally admitted to himself that he was a Jedi – a declaration that nearly killed him. Together, they managed to defeat the half-resurrected Palpatine and restore peace to the galaxy. Now Finn faces his biggest challenge: how to teach as well as learn.

The Next Jedi (post TROS): Finn never expected to become the first apprentice of the New Jedi Order – never really wanted it, if he’s honest. But the Force had been whispering in his ear for years and eventually, that whisper became a shout he could not ignore. Even with the First Order crushed to ash and dust, there is plenty to be done patching the galaxy back into shape and building a new government to keep people both safe and free; plenty of things for Finn to focus on instead of his training, working with Poe and Rose and Kaydel and Chewbacca…but Rey is stubborn, and so is the Force. Even if it scares him as much as it entices him, Finn is going to have to learn…and alongside his friend and teacher, someday construct a lightsaber of his own.

Stormtrooper Advocate (post TROS): Finn knows that Rey wants him to focus on his Jedi training while Poe and Rose want his help with their diplomatic efforts – but Finn knows who really needs him now: all the lost stormtroopers recruits who need to dig their way out of the First Order’s brainwashing and learn to be people. It’s a lot of trauma to recover from; a lot of indoctrination to unlearn. Alongside Jannah and her crew of defectors, Finn is spearheading the reclamation effort. Whether that means designing programs for prisoners, negotiating cease-fires with stranded units, taking whole bases down with stun-blasts for forceful deprogramming, or just giving broken kids someone to talk to, Finn won’t give up on these people. They're his people and it’s his responsibility to save them. If he doesn’t, who else is going to care?

Running All His Life (alt post-TROS): as long as Finn could remember, he’s been running away from something…but it wasn’t until facing Kylo Ren in battle that he realized that something was the Force – and that realization terrified him. Watching Rey struggle to master Leia’s teachings and learning more about how Ben Solo had become the monster in his nightmares only cemented that fear, and Finn did everything he could to deny what he’d long known was true: he could feel the Force, too. He knew he was being a coward, letting Rey face that burden alone; lashed-out at Poe for keeping secrets about his past out of guilt for his own silence…but he couldn’t, daren’t, admit the truth to anyone. When Rey tried to tell him she could sense the Force in him, he denied it; when she started searching for Force Sensitives to train, he threw himself into his work rebuilding a galactic government alongside Poe, Rose, and Jannah instead. But every day the voice of the Force in his head is getting louder; how long can he keep running?

A Knight Of Ren (alt Trilogy): the First Order tests all their stolen “recruits” for Force potential, and they found it in the one designated FN-2187. Trained alongside the next generation of the Knights of Ren – mostly taken from the First Order’s youthful conscripts, some gathered along the way – to wield the Dark Side and serve Snoke and Kylo Ren, Finn was loyal and devoted…and troubled. While he was a strong Force user, he could never fully commit to the power of the Dark Side; never completely embrace it. Knowing that his doubts made him weak, he did his best to push them away…but then he met the girl from Jakku, and his whole world went sideways.

LEGENDS EU VERSES:

Rebel Defector: just because snubfighter jockeys and ranking officers made the splashiest exits when they left Imperial service didn’t mean they were the only ones. For stormtrooper conscript FN-2187, the Empire was the only option – until stunts like the Rand Ecliptic and monstrosities like Alderaan changed his mind. Getting away from the Empire alive wasn’t easy, but when Finn was assigned guard duty for a Rebel prisoner he knew his chance had come. Talking half his unit into coming with him and dosing the other half in stun blasts, he marched the prisoner onto a Lambda-shuttle for transfer to the Lusankya…and then the rebellious stormtroopers overpowered the Imperial pilots, opened the Rebel’s binders, and jumped to freedom. Adjusting to service in the Rebellion’s infantry was difficult, but not as difficult as carrying-out Imperial orders. And maybe someday, he’ll make up for what he did for the Empire and can go on to have a normal life at last. (for Rebellion and New Republic-era interactions)

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Accepted Sweden App

Accepted! Please have a blog up within the next week, and send the URL to this blog so we can add you to the members page. @dolcexsnaps

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Name: Drey Pronouns: He / Him / His Contact URL: dolcexsnaps.tumblr.com

Character Wanted: Sweden Activity Level: 5-6 Time Zone: GMT + 8 / Philippine Standard Time Password: accepted Members Page Icon: http://red-panda-tea.tumblr.com/post/157333309833/can-you-draw-one-of-the-nordics-plz

Extra : None / Can’t think of anything at the moment.

Full Name: Berwald Hendrick Johansson Age / Year: 23, 3rd Year Gender / Pronouns: He identifies as a bisexual male. He / His / Him

Appearance : One of the his most noticeable features, is his averagely-large sized body. You could say quite well-built, too. A broad chest, broad shoulders, slightly muscular arms and legs, and, of course, his calloused hands. Hair is somewhat of a light blond, and uneven on the tips, and is often shown lazily combed. His hair also parts to the right. Like the shade of the tropical marine seas, his eyes spots an unusual blue-ish green color, on most days. Quite ironic, due to his rather prominent nose, thin eyebrows, chapped lips, and very fair complexion, given the fact that his home country spots a northernmost location. In terms of clothing and fashion, one can infer that he dresses, like the modern Scandinavian man, in mind. Scarves, and / or turtlenecks, if the weather demands it. But on normal terms, you usually can find him clad in button-up shirts, often adorned with a minimalist design. His upper body also has some freckles scattered about.

Personality: Taciturn and stoic, but is actually quite playful on the inside. If one wants to summarize him into a single sentence, that would be it. A rather odd addition to that, Berwald is adamant person. He keeps his beliefs intact, and it’s quite hard to make him re-consider. Even if it means that he is wrong. Paired with his stubborn attitude, is the fact that he might come out as slightly nonchalant about the things around him. Though, he is not a lax individual, and will always try to persuade, and coax someone into perceiving his way of thinking. Setting aside, he can be quite the patient person. Berwald is genuinely nice, and will not hesitate to lend a helping hand. Concerning speech and language, he chooses to speak in truncated words, in a seldom manner, but aside from that, he is quite well-spoken, and his lexicon is rather large, due to his curious nature. But, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t cuss or curse, especially if the situation demands of it. He, especially, finds it pleasing in using both Swedish, and English, in his everyday life and conversation. He has select hobbies and interests, too. He likes The Arts, especially Woodworks and Wood-sculpting, and finds them quite interesting. Literature and Baking, both comes in as close second. To add to that, he also adores things related to, or pertaining to, international affairs, issues, and globalization, as a whole. He is openly drawn to the twists and turns of the outside world.

Skills : - Musically-inclined : Berwald grew up with music. His mother was a musican, and he was taught how to play the violin at age 6, and later on, the piano at age 9. He likes surrounding himself with tranquil, and classic melodies. Noteworthy persons of interest are Tchaikovsky, and Mozart.

- Baking : This hobby is an essential in Sweden, a country known mostly for a wide range of baking traditions, most notably, fika. From an early age, he was already taught the basics of culinary delights, and is proud of himself, for the ability of making himself his own food.

- Bookworm / Avid Reader : He adores, and loves reading. He has this unique hobby of collecting books, not just for the heck of it, but it makes him feel intelligent, and vintage-like. Due to his penchant for this, he normally would know much, things ranging from useless trivia- to wise and sane advice.

Flaws : - Perfectionist : He tends to dabble much, over things that would normally be, considered a bit over-dramatic. Stuff like symmetry, general cleanliness, or his work-ethic.

- Adamant : Due to his rather, rambunctious upbringing, it can be quite difficult to change his mind. He’ll certainly protect it, whether he’s true or not. He’s not always like this, though. It depends on his mood, and the topic at hand.

- Mischievous : He can be quite sarcastic, and misleading at times. Other times, he’s a prankster, who tries his best to be secretive. This side of him, shows up more noticeably, whether he’s feeling vengeful, or something malicious happened, that may concern himself, and others.

Back Story: Berwald experienced the early years of his life, in the Kungsholmen district in Stockholm, and into a family that consists of his father, mother, and older sister. Growing up, he developed a mischievous attitude, and would often cause trouble, in some way or another. This leading to his family doubtingly classifying him as a ‘rambunctious’ child. It would also be a cause of surprise for other people, due to usual calm disposition, it would be hard to guess that he’d hide his frolicsome behavior underneath. Random skirmishes, often provoked by him and his older sibling, would ensue and cause tantrums every now and then, usually with the latter one having a higher probability of winning over the younger. But, it wasn’t really like that, all the time. He’d usually help his mother with baking, especially before 'fika’ time arrives, and got into loving the activity at heart as time progressed. Him and his older sister would, either read books together in a mini-library inside their home, or spend their afternoons, aimlessly walking around their garden, or the broader neighborhood if they felt like it. Picking the fat, black cherries that hang in a tree over another garden wall, on their way back. One by one, then comes his father. Whom he’d always admired, and watched from afar. Whilst working in a private workshop antiquely tucked inside their home. Working for a company that specializes in finance, he uses his spare time into woodworks, due to the fact that it seemed to please him, and ease his stress. Berwald was, then eventually allowed to work alongside by his father, and they’d spend all the available time they have, and made wood sculptures, petite ornaments, and small furniture. Then, they’d talk about everything that would cross their minds. Traveling elsewhere. New experiences. Life choices. Getting a top-notch education. Frequent subjects and topics of interest that arouse every afternoon. And, all that constituted his childhood, and pre-teen life. but not everything was made to bring joy to light.

By the time he was 15, his father and sister were both caught up in a fatal car accident, which left them both dead, and his remaining family, now reduced to shambles. His mother became afflicted with so much grief, and reduced herself, both in physical property, and in personality. She became reduced, and colder, and took over as the breadwinner, for the remainder of the Johansson family, which consisted of him and herself. That threw things off for Berwald. It seems like everything became lopsided for him, and he had to endure the tremendous amount of pain by himself, which somehow made him close off himself from others, in the process. Friendships grew weak, and life became bleak, and dull, even for his studies in high school. To which depression soon followed, leaving him in an austere manner of things, even after he graduated.

Luckily, for him, his mother had been assigned to relocate to New York, chosen to work there to further the global foothold of the company. In all of his life, leading to now, Berwald felt a spark of hope inside of him. He’d always wanted to go to the States, to further his rightful thinking of the world, and its processes. Knowing that it would help him realize both his, and his father’s dream. To be successful, and try to flip the coin, and revert things to the way it should be.

And he was going to make everything worthwhile. It could’ve- No. It will be great, he’ll make sure of it.

Headcanons: Berwald likes to be minimalistic. Personality-wise, it’s his aesthetic, not just in clothing.

After everything that has happened, he still hopes, and clings to the thought that his mother would break her facade, and re-invigorate their frigid relationship.

His favorite / preferred coffee drink is a caffè latte, and even has his own recipe, which suits his tastes.

Classical, Rock, and Pop are some of his more well-received genres / styles when it comes to music.

Major(s): Majors in Cultural and Global Studies & Interior Design Minors: Minors in English Literature, Language, and Writing Courses: Human Geography and Globalization ( C&GBS), Design History and Criticism ( ID )

Ships:

OTP(s): SuFin / DenSu / SuNor / SuIce / I don’t mind.

NOTP(s): None, really.

Writing sample : ( Based on an RP that I did )

Sitting down on a chair, he eloquently picked up a book, and began to read. It might seem a bit too much, but it’s his way of concealing all the emotion that was forming in inside of him. Even though he calls him all these nasty nicknames, petty accusations, and throws downright, frigid insults at him, he still loves his Luther. His most precious younger brother. It was just that, he’s not really that keen on showing it off on a regular, open, and more expressive basis. But, what made today an exception to this rule, was just like the times when he’d think, and ponder on and on, for answer that seems, oh-so fleeting. Was it because of him receiving his paycheck yesterday? Was it because he saw a group of brilliant musicians performing in the park? Was it.. Was it because he made a cake for his brother? This array of thoughts swirled, like swings and roundabouts, in his mind. It also began to hinder his progress with the book, which, sort of, irritated him. But he made no lasting comment about it.

Brushing it aside, and continuing to read, he spoke with a more soft tone, eyes flickering with an unknown glint, “Was? Nein. Don’t. That’s all for you. It was- It was just an extra baked good. For you. ” On top of this, he was greeted with an unfamiliar feeling. It wasn’t toilsome, though. He hid his face behind the pages, and smiled.

#application #1p #submission #aph sweden

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thewheezingwyvern · 7 years

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Storm Blooded

Rating: M for language, violence, darker themes, sexual situations and abuse. (More may be added) This story may be triggering. I will do my best to give warnings about certain triggers as they occur but this is a heads up in case I miss something. Also there is no ship yet. I’m just going to let the story unfold and go with it. ((I reposted this because with my url change, you can’t open the read more line))

Diabolik Lovers Oc fanfiction

Summary: Her kind and theirs have fought for centuries. It was no secret that vampires and witches did not get along. But when her Coven starts working to initiate peace treaties, Cora must stay with the Sakamaki brothers for the remainder of the negotiations. Six vampire brothers were bad enough but things get complicated when there are people behind the scenes who are trying to start another war…

(Chapter One) (Chapter Two) (Chapter Three)

Subaru was right when he had told her that Reiji would not be pleased about her cleansing the mansion. But Cora did not expect for Reiji to be waiting for her as soon as she came inside, dripping and soaked to the bone with rain water. Just as he had when she first came to the mansion, he surveyed her with a cool indifference. But if she had to base by the way he looked her up and down, she would venture to guess that he did not approve of her appearance either. The witch swallowed the lump in her throat as she stared back at Reiji. She tried to comfort herself in the new lighter feeling of the mansion, tried to bask in the work she had done, tried to revel in the drastic difference but it was no use.

Reiji radiated a powerful aura of his own and it seemed to be trying to smother her. Goosebumps crawled across her skin and she was unsure if they were because of the vampire’s intimidating presence or if it was cold inside of the mansion in her bedraggled state. She had to admit that it was impressive that Reiji could intimidate her without even speaking. Cora clenched her teeth to try and summon up her nerve to face him.

“Come with me. Now.”

“Why?” She shot back, hoisting her bag higher on her shoulder, “I don’t-“

“This is not open for discussion.”

The displeased edge to his tone made Cora bite back her words of protest. She got the feeling that Reiji would be one of the worst ones to receive punishment from and she wasn’t sure just how far her political position would carry her. Deciding that it was best not to push her luck, she did as he instructed.

His study was even more organized than she had initially anticipated. There wasn’t even a stray paper anywhere. The book shelves were tidy and completely free of dust and they had been clearly organized by topic. And from what she could tell at a glance, those topics were then put into alphabetical order. Cora turned her dark eyes to examine his laboratory equipment. Beakers, Bunsen burners, hot plates and a manner of tinctures and potions were arranged in a very orderly fashion although she could not tell the particular order. But they had been clearly arranged to a particular placement, of that she had no doubt.

“Have a seat.” He instructed her coolly.

Reiji barking orders at her really rubbed her the wrong way, chapped her pride but the witch knew that she would not win here. She moved to do so silently but then she halted, realizing just how quickly and easily he was able to gain her obedience. He couldn’t hurt her so what was he going to do? Tell the Elder “she didn’t sit down when I told her to”? Cora folded her arms and gave Reiji’s back a terse glare.

“I’d rather stand, thank you.”

“Despicable manners until the end, I see. Don’t you know it is common courtesy to take a seat when your host offers it?”

“I would also say that it is common courtesy for said host to be respectful the guest’s customs and beliefs but that didn’t stop you from sitting back and watching while your brothers jumped me upon arrival and threatened to bite me.”

“And you will recall that I did stop them and you have not been pierced by any fang.” Reiji told her coldly, his hands deftly pulling together his tea pot set.

Cora didn’t understand why he was brewing tea at that moment of all times but she didn’t care overly much, “Only after you stood back and let them grab me and do what they wanted. You could have stopped it well before it got that far but you didn’t. Not very courteous of my host.”

The witch could tell she was treading on thin ice. Reiji himself seemed to putting out his own thunderous aura but it did not feel like a storm. Storms were wild, chaotic and ripped apart everything that came in their path but Reiji was much more precise than that. Cora bit her lower lip to keep anymore words from spilling out of her mouth because the vampire before her was radiating a murderous intent. Political protection or not, she knew she was about to get herself into some serious trouble if she did not stop while she was ahead.

“Ms. Fuller, I am not responsible for your own knowledge of our ways. Had you done the proper research and reading, you would realize that I actually broke customs to stop them. It is common practice and expectation for any guest in a vampire estate to be under their charge. So propriety in our ways states that you fall under one of us. A claim upon you, if you will, while you remain with us.” Reiji informed her with disdain, having a seat in one of his plush red velvet armchairs as he left the kettle to heat, “It is utterly disgraceful that you, an emissary for your coven, is not educated on our practices. Now, sit down. I will not ask you again.”

Cora clenched her jaw to fight off the shudder that rolled down her spine with his icy order, “No.”

A horrible smile crossed his face then, “Very well, then. You still deny my hospitality? As an emissary of this treaty, you no doubt are aware that you represent your entire coven. Given your present behavior, I will have to consider approaching our father, Karl Heinz, and urge him to reconsider this treaty. You speak for all of your coven, after all. And you have demonstrated that even the smallest gesture of decorum and compromise is not attainable. I would rather that we not waste our time.”

All of the color drained out of her face then. He wouldn’t, would he? Casting her dark eyes to him, there was not a hint of bluff within his expression. If anything a sinister glint reflected in his eyes and the slightest curve of his mouth hinted at his satisfaction at backing her into this corner. Cora could not risk him doing this, so with her heart feeling frozen with fear, she took a seat without another word.

“Good. Now we can discuss what you did to the mansion.”Cora opened her mouth to speak but Reiji cut her off, “I have not given you leave to speak yet. Hold your tongue.”

Hot fury coursed through her and she found herself having to bite the inside of her cheek to keep her words to herself. The treatment she was receiving was horrendous and it infuriated her. When she volunteered for the position, she never expected it to be like this. Cora told herself that maybe she was dumb to think that it wouldn’t be this way but even as an emissary they treated her like she was beneath them! Her! A witch!

‘If this negotiation falls apart…’ she thought at Reiji with venomous promise, ‘you will be the first one I curse.’

“I am aware of some of the crude customs you have within your own coven but it is grossly rude to alter the house of your host. Without any sanction but your own whims, you changed the energy of this estate when I banned you from doing so.”

Cora wanted to argue, point out that he only banned her from burning sage but Reiji gave her a severe look that kept her voice silent.

“Surely even you can see how rude it is for you to change someone else’s home to suit your needs. You may speak now.” Continued the vampire, folding his hands ontop of his lap, one leg crossed over the other.

Well, when he put it that way, Cora found it hard to argue, so she cleared her throat, “To be fair, you banned burning sage, not cleansing itself. I assumed that the smell of the herb offended you so I opted for something other than smoke cleansing.” She lied, knowing that he really didn’t want her to cleanse the place, “But…you’re right. The place reeked of death and a heavy, oppressive energy so I assumed… well, I am sorry that I changed the energy of your home without permission.”

Already she felt her nerves being rubbed raw from putting on an air of diplomacy. There had been better options for this sort of work within her coven but not a one of them volunteered for the position. Speaking through such lies and in such a way that felt simpering and like she was kissing his ass made her feel gross. She wanted to speak plainly but this interaction alone told her that speaking her mind would get her and her people in more trouble. Cora took a deep breath and reminded herself that she wasn’t doing this for herself but for her coven.

“Please accept my sincere apology.”

The teapot over in the corner began to whistle, interrupting the silence that had fallen between them. Cora found it interesting that Reiji had set up his own station to make his tea within his study but given that it looked like he did his own experiments and concoctions it did make sense. When she was studying her own magic and working on new rituals she didn’t want to leave her room either. He rose from his seat silently and approached the kettle, carefully pulling out two cups before they disappeared from view in front of him.

Cora didn’t get to get a close look at them before his frame blocked her sight but from what she could see, they were clearly exquisite pieces and finely made. The aromatic fragrance of Earl Grey wafted up to her nose and it made her feel homesick. She remembered spending time in the sun room with the tea leaf readers, hot tea steaming from their mugs as they focused on her. They always gave her a cup of tea of her own to enjoy while they focused on their divination. Cora couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing now. In the courtyard, the witchlings would be practicing, trying to find their particular blood born talent. In the temple there would be meditation with burning sticks of incense. By the river, the fledgling water practitioners would work with the current and at night some of her people would lay out beneath the stars and practice astral travel.

Reiji startled her out of her thoughts by placing a cup of tea in front of her and taking a seat of his own across from her, sipping of his own cup. This was something that she did not need to be pushed into doing. The smell of Earl Grey reminded her of home and the idea of enjoying the hot tea settled her sour mood. Carefully she picked up the cup from its plate, noting the fine detail work in delicate cold along the rim.

“Thank you.” She told him quietly before taking a drink.

He nodded coolly, “And your apology is accepted.”

She was as surprised by his acceptance of her apology as she was at the perfection of his brew. The tea witches from her home were some of the best at brewing and it came as no surprise given their practice of divining from the leaves. But Reiji easily bested most of them in this one cup of perfectly steeped Earl Grey. Cora stared at the beverage as if in disbelief that it was really in her hand before looking back up to Reiji.

“This tea is perfectly brewed…!”

“Of course it is. Would you expect me to produce anything less? It is a simple enough matter to make the perfect cup.”

Cora felt a faint ringing in her right there and she rubbed at it to ease the discomfort, “Simple? I doubt that. Doesn’t the temperature of the water and length of brew time vary depending on the type of leaf used?”

“Indeed, but it is simple to remember that. I must say I am surprised that you even knew that much. I suppose no one can be completely hopeless. Not even you.”

Cora had thought for just a moment they were going to have a civilized conversation but after his insult, she realized that it was foolish for her to hope for that. The witch glared at him silently over her tea, using the full bodied Earl Grey to curb her brewing words forming on her tongue. It was either that or she bite her tongue but she was quite certain she would make herself bleed if she did that with how much she wanted to cuss at him. Much to her annoyance, the ringing in her ears started up again but with more persistence. Cora lightly shook her head but it only made it worse. The ringing seemed to be drilling into her skull, cutting straight into her. The sensation was so intense and painful, she dropped the cup of hot Earl Grey into her lap and clutched at her ears.

The hot tea soaked through her clothes burned at her skin, much like overheated bath water. What was happening? This wasn’t normal! The vampire across from her took one more easy sip of his own hot tea before rising and walking over to his desk. Her dark eyes tracked him through her intense discomfort and watch as he opened a book, a journal of some sorts, and write down a few notes on its pages.

“That was faster than I expected.” He observed.

“What did you do to me?!” Cora demanded, pressing her hands even harder against her ears as the ringing grew louder.

The sensation could almost be called painful and yet it was nothing more than a persistent ringing in her ears. But it was strong enough to make her want to pull her brain out of her head. Her dark eyes pricked with tears and she ground her teeth against the sensation. It felt like her brain was being pierced and so deeply that it made her feel weak.

“Consider it your punishment. Hopefully, you’ll think twice before altering this house.”

“You bastard! This is a violation of our trust and treaties!”

“Oh not at all. See I have not physically harmed you and that potion will not cause you any damage. In fact it will fade within a few days.”

“A few DAYS?!”

Reiji narrowed his eyes to dangerous slits down at Cora, “Mind your tone. It is grossly unlady like to raise your voice.”

The ringing seemed to fall into a rhythmic drone and every pulse felt like it was rocking her brain. The sensation made her squirm within the cushioned chair, the tea cup rolling around in her lap precariously. Cora squinted her eyes shut against the sensation, grinding her teeth. She couldn’t imagine withstanding this for five more minutes let alone a few days! A whimper escaped her when there was a sharp stab like sensation to her ears and the world around her began to rock unsteadily.

“My behavior is a problem?! You fucking drugged me! That is- agh!”

She had tried to rise to her feet in her rage and intense discomfort but the ringing in her ears swiftly rebuked that effort with sharp stabs. The tea cup that had been in her lap fell to the floor and shattered upon impact, scattering the jagged shards across the wooden floor. Under normal circumstances, Cora would feel bad for breaking someone’s things, even Reiji’s. But she was in far too much pain and discomfort to feel badly about it. An intense wave of nausea washed over her and she felt dizzy. Unable to maintain her balance, she slumped to the floor on her knees, still clutching her hands over her ears.

“My, my and you have soaked my chair in your bedraggled state. Not only did you have the nerve to do as you pleased but you also ruined the furniture.” Reiji clucked his tongue in disapproval.

“You told me to sit down!” Cora exclaimed in disbelief.

“And you speak out of turn as well. Truly you are a vulgar young woman. I suppose I should have known better than to have expectations for a witch.” Reiji took his seat again, crossing his legs as he looked down at the rosette before him, “But I am not an unreasonable man…if you beg me for forgiveness for your transgressions, I might give you the antidote to what I put in your tea.”

“I will never-!“ Cora’s sentence was cut off with a powerful gag that took hold of her throat, her nausea only growing and the ringing in her ears growing worse.

“In truth, the effects may last longer than a few days.” He told her with a light chuckle, “This is the first chance I’ve had to test it so I am only speculating. It is already proving to be stronger than I had intended so the effects could last longer as well.”

The dizziness was getting worse and Cora was forced to release her ears to plant her palms down against the wooden floor to keep herself stabilized. She gagged again as her stomach heaved under the duress of the intense dizziness. He wouldn’t truly make her wait that long, would he? She had enough strength in her to lift her head and look up at the bespectacled vampire through her hair. He absolutely would. The smirk that he held was a cruel one and he clearly was enjoying her suffering. Her nausea forced her to have to tear her gaze away and look pointedly at the floor again. If Cora could make it back to her room, she would have just laid in bed until it went away, probably listen to music as well to drown out the ringing. But she couldn’t even look up without feeling ill, there was no way she’d make it to her room.

And she sure as hell couldn’t risk one of the other vampires finding her trying to crawl back to the safety of her room. Cora swallowed hard to both prevent herself from being ill but also to work up her courage. She knew that she had no other choice. A shudder raced through her as she fought off another wall of nausea, clenching her hands tightly into fists. A few tears fell from her when her ears encountered another distinct stabbing sensation.

“Please…Please, Reiji…Forgive me.” She ground out through her teeth.

“Reiji-sama.” He corrected sharply.

‘Oh hell no! He can’t seriously expect me to call him that!’ she thought with rage.

Cora was going to curse at him, tell him to shove his “sama” where the sun doesn’t shine but it caught in her throat with another pulse in her ears. Her fingers clenched even tighter as if she were trying to physically hold onto her pride. But she realized that pride would get her nowhere at the moment. Hot tears swam in her eyes and she forcefully made herself let go of her pride.

“Reiji-sama,” she begged, “Please forgive me.”

Reiji made a noise of disapproval, “Really? Is that all you can muster? I will not be moved by such a weak attempt.

A broken sob caught in the back of her throat, “Please. Please, please! Reiji-sama, forgive me! I’m sorry!”

“Sorry for what?”

To her shame, she was crying now from her pain, her discomfort and her shattered pride, “I’m sorry for cleansing the house without asking.”

“And?”

“…And for ruining your chair.”

Reiji deliberated for a few moments before chuckling and rising from his seat. Cora did not look up, her shame kept her head down and she feared lifting her head would make her vomit. She could hear his even footsteps across his study, heard the delicate clink of a vial against another set of glass. The familiar sound of a cork being pulled out reached her ears before more footsteps. A gloved hand then took her chin and tilted her head upwards.

“I suppose that will do. Now open your mouth.”

Cora obeyed without hesitation, ready for her torment to end. The liquid he poured between her parted lips was bitter and ice cold but she swallowed it all the same. Reiji did not release her chin, however and regarded her with his ruby eyes with a critical gaze.

“A pitiful state you are in. You look like a drowned rat. This is not fitting for a lady and it would seem that your kind did not give you proper instruction on how to behave like one.”

The witch managed to pull her chin free from his grasp when the effects of his drug began to fade.

“Tch. Rebellious even now? Since your kind neglected to instruct you on how to be a lady, I suppose that responsibility will fall on me.”

Cora was able to climb to her feet since the ringing in her ears was almost gone and the dizziness had faded, “You have no responsibility and there is no need. I don’t want you anywhere near me.”

Reiji smirked down at her, “Oh but I do. What of the upcoming dances? The treaty envoys? In vampire society, the diplomat will be the one who receives the terms and negotiates with us. You will be the main one navigating these politics.”

Her face paled for the second time that night as the storm continued to rage outside. When she volunteered for this position, she had thought that she would be like insurance to keep her coven from acting out. That was the impression they gave her. She had no idea that she would be the one do handle this level of negotiation and politics. Cora felt terrified that now she knew her words were going to be what could make or break her people. Dances? Treaty envoys? How could she possibly handle all of this?

“As I suspected. They did not inform you properly of your position.”

“No…No they did not…” Rage snapped behind her dark eyes before she looked back up to Reiji, “If you’ll excuse me, I have a few choice words for some of the Masters of my coven.”

“Not just yet.” Reiji interrupted, “Whether you like it or not, you now will be a reflection upon my family as well. First thing in the evenings you will be instructed on proper dance.”

“And who says that I can’t properly dance?” He stared at her flatly, “Ok, fine, whatever! We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

Cora stormed out of his study, not once looking back. If what he said was true then she would grudgingly submit to training in proper behavior. But she first had to have a talk with the Elder… She hoped that Reiji was lying but she knew within her bones that he wasn’t.

#DL #Reiji Sakamaki

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inhvmanmind-blog · 8 years

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About your post talking about how you personally don't see Izaya as human and that he does not have a good side...I don't think he is a good person, but I don't think he's necessarily all bad either. I don't know if you've read the novels, but Izaya is far more complex in them than just some heartless evil creature that wants to make everyone miserable. Shinra describes him as having a heart more human than anyone else. He's described multiple times in the novels as not good or bad. 1/2

2/3 Now. In Izaya’s own novel series, Kadota is interviewed about Izaya, and he states that Izaya is surprisingly loyal and has a strong sense of friendship towards those that actually consider him a friend. It’s stated in the novels that Izaya is neither good or bad. You say he is shitty towards Shinra, but the way I see it, Shinra is far more shitty to him. Izaya never involves Shinra in his schemes are uses him like he does others. After Shinra is stabbed, he spends years making Nakura pay.

3/3. After Adabashi attacks Shinra, he takes revenge on him as well. He actually is stated to consider Shinra an actual friend. However, Shinra has told Izaya he wouldn’t care if he died, as long as he has Celty. All he cares about is Celty. He does not truly care for his friends. He did not care when Izaya was in the hospital. Shinra is very selfish when it comes to his obsession with Celty. Shinra wouldn’t be moved if Izaya died, but Izaya exacts revenge on those who hurt Shinra. One more…

4. I’m sorry this has gone into another message. Izaya kind of looks out for Shinra from afar, but due to not wanting to feel too attached, he still keeps his distance, and honestly, Shinra’s detachment from humans, even his friends, helps Izaya with that. There was the one time Izaya was about to betray Shinra and bring Celty’s head near her, and at the thought of betraying him, he got upset and punched a pole, and is implied to have maybe teared up by Narita. He felt guilt for betraying his…

5. He felt guilt for betraying his “only friend” as described in the novels. This scene was left out of the anime, and the anime tends to paint Izaya as more of a straight up villain than a complex human with many sides. Izaya is stated to use his obsession with humans as a way to distance himself from others because he’s terrified of having his heartbroken, or being betrayed. It doesn’t excuse his actions, however. But he is shown to be lonely, and perhaps doesn’t think so highly of himself….

6. I don’t think that he’s someone who just needs love and that he’ll change. However, I also do not like the idea that Izaya is just through and through awful, and has no capacity to be decent to anyone or to care for anything that doesn’t benefit him. So I do, maybe controversially, think he has at least some good, but he is not a good person, or bad. I’m not good at explaining, and I understand this may be your personal view of him. Sorry for the long rant-ish messages. (End)

you should have stopped while you were ahead because now… i’m done with you and not in the mood to phrase any of this ‘nicely’.

okay, first off — you do know that you sound like a royal douche bag, right? probably. it’s why you came into my inbox and decided to tell me everything wrong i’m supposedly doing with izaya on my blog where frankly, i can do whatever i damn well please. you’re also not sorry or you wouldn’t have done it and crawled up onto your high-horse of ‘oh, that’s cute, but let me tell you why everything you’re doing here is wrong’ — phrasing courtesy of a friend who is as fed up with you as i am. now that we got that out of the way —-

thank you so much for ignoring literally every single page on this blog, rules, about, and canon divergent. as well as every single post, headcanon, thread, and ask answered save for that specific one. where you ALSO ignored a shit ton of information because 1, it’s stated in that very ask that i got this url from the novel and 2, where in anything have i called izaya ‘some heartless evil creature that wants to make everyone miserable ‘? or even suggested it? nowhere, that’s where. you’re pulling stuff out of your ass, mind pulling your head out of there, too? maybe then you’ll be able to read better.

i am well aware of izaya’s friendship with shinra. i’m also well aware that izaya uses him and acts like he stabbed shinra to avoid people from realizing that shinra was stabbed by nakura to defend him. i’m also painfully aware that izaya still makes nakura’s life a living hell to this day for it. but none of that means izaya isn’t still shitty to shinra ( also, yes, shinra totally wouldn’t care if izaya died when he literally got stabbed for him. ) — you know he was also ready to kill aoba, right? had a scalpel ready and everything? but seriously? acknowledging someone’s flaws, and izaya has many, doesn’t mean shinra doesn’t care. he cares about celty most, sure, but it’s inaccurate and degrading to his character to think that it’s all he cares about ( he’s not a fanboy – another friend wants to make that VERY CLEAR ) and he wouldn’t be friends with izaya at all if he didn’t care about him… a friendship i’m fairly certain shinra started. as for the hospital thing…. you do know that shinra knows izaya won’t react well to concern, right? or is this just more shit you pulled out of your ass? how much bullshit have you crammed up there?

and as for the betrayal — do you mean the moment where he had a bit of a breakdown because he couldn’t deal with that feeling of guilt? where he didn’t know exactly how to properly regulate the emotion? compared himself to one of his humans because he hated feeling that way? yeah, that doesn’t clue you into izaya’s inability to deal with things like the typical person at all. like that’s not at least part of the reason he’s stated to have an inhuman mind ( along with shizuo’s inhuman body — did you catch the novel reference this time?! or do i need to repeat myself AGAIN!? )

izaya is a complex character with a lot of components to him and i play him that way, this isn’t my first go-round with complex or manipulative characters. but izaya is NOT GOOD. at all. he’s just not ‘master evil villain’ bad either, but he is VERY BAD — extremely so. he’s fucked with women ready to commit suicide, drugged them, and then put them in suitcases to be left in the park in the middle of the night. he let himself be kidnapped just to fuck with the lady, let her torture him. he kept celty’s head away from her and tossed it around like a baseball. he’s caused people’s entire lives to be ruined and not given a damn. he caused a gang war in his city for fun. he was ready to shoot people if anri didn’t back off because humans were his.

him caring about a few select people who he can hardly show much care for in the first place does not cancel out the fact that he is a very bad person. he’ll be decent to some people if it suits him, but he’ll just as soon put a knife in your back. being ready to kill someone or make their life miserable because they hurt one of those few select people doesn’t just wash away these aspects of who he is as a person. and maybe you’re the one that needs to get your eyes checked or take off the rose colored glasses because i may love izaya, but i’ll call him out on his bullshit until the day i die.

so yeah, get down from your high horse trying to preach to me on how to write a character because that is exactly what you’re attempting to do and no hiding behind your ‘ i understand if that’s how you see him ‘ bullshit because it won’t work here. you’re an asshole and you have no right to try and dictate how i write izaya ( who i’m TIRED of being seen watered down like you’re trying to do because ‘he’s not evil!’ when i never said he was, i just said he was BAD and i wouldn’t tone that down like so many fucking people do. do i need to get you a dictionary, too? ) because guess what? this blog is ALSO canon divergent so fuck right off. you’ve frustrated more than just me with your superiority nonsense.

and no, i won’t apologize for being an ass. you did it to yourself. now leave me alone.

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