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amintyworld · 4 years

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Oh! Oh! For the mutual thing, in relating to tss, who would be a light side and who would be a dark side? Would any of them kinda be like Virgil who changed sides? Or maybe opposite? If you wanna go further, what would they represent too?

Alright Anon, I hope you know you inspired something amazing. Mutuals, I have here Sanders Sides OCs with each and every one of you in mind, including Icons (which is why this took a while to finish). Anyway, I hope you enjoy them and feel free to draw or write with them, and maybe come up with some ideas or designs for my own (Because I couldn't figure out a good fit to make a OC for me). Here we go, and I hope you guys enjoy! <3

Let's start out with the creativity twins (Two sides of creativity):

@h-ad3s - Instinct (Dark Side)

• Instinct represents the wild, spontaneous side of creativity - like painting or writing your feelings out, when you do something just because you want to.

• Very Impulsive at times, and because of their reckless nature can get the (what do you call it? Thomas part?) 'Thomas' in trouble a lot, leading to everyone pegging them as a dark evil troublemaker

• As with their twin, Instinct can turn into a animal at will - theirs is a raccoon.

• Found late at night rummanaging through or sleeping in garbage. 'Why, Inst? You have a bed!' 'Because. The funny smells calm me, plus I wanted to.'

• Has eaten glitter, glue, bar soap, and even a ceramic mug (No one knows how they ate the mug to this day.)

• But, when feeling sad or someone else is sad, they usually are found in raccoon form cuddled up in Protection or Imagination's lap, sleeping.

@dee-ree-vee - Passion (Light Side)

• Passion represents the creating for creation's sake side of creativity. They create not based solely on emotion, but because it brings them happiness to create. Passion represents just happiness and drive for any hobby, and the drive to improve. As well as, you guessed it, passion in Relationships as well - weather it be platonic, familial, or romantic.

• Despite being told to stay away from Instinct because they're dangerous, and that they were the 'better creativity', they still try to chat and connect with them because of their past closeness feeling like family.

• They can turn into a cat at will like Instinct, and usually use the form to sneak out and meet Instinct in the 'Creativescape', a middle between the darkscape and the mindscape, where they are crowned ruler.

• They love free time of any kind, and enjoy the constant creative drive with weekends or holiday breaks, and are usually the ones who come up with gift ideas or little surprises for Friends, Family, or SOs.

• Can get overwhelmed by expectations of always doing things right and never making a mistake, in that way being slightly jealous of their twin.

• Their favorite thing to do is help make dreams with Imagination and fight off nightmares, sometimes even Instinct joining to help.

@lightyagamisqueen - Protection (Dark side)

• Protection represents Fight or Flight as well as Anxiety, but also white lies at times to take the pain away, to protect. The lies leading them to become a Dark Side.

• Has a very hard time relaxing, leading them to get burnout quite often from their overly taxing job, and Instinct, being the only other Dark Side and who knew them well would always be there to comfort when it all became a bit too much, or when Protection was so emotionally tired they broke down and cried.

• Likewise, Protection knew Instinct too well to always be there to hug and hold closely when they felt so abandoned and alone, even confessing to them once they wish they could stop the impulses but it hurts them physically to do so, and Instinct showed them their scars.

• Protection protects and stays up often at night in the real world to protect from monsters in the closet and to hold the 'Thomas' tightly when they got too scared. They live off of coffee and redbull.

• Once didn't sleep for almost two weeks for a cram finals session, and Instinct had to help them recover.

• Cannot watch horror movies, and usually gets overly anxious and worried walking home alone at night, especially in the city.

@pastel-candies - Inner Strength (Light Side)

• Inner Strength represents Hope, and Strength to keep going when things get hard, as well as Positivity and a co-gatekeeper of emotions, the other being Inner Child. But, while Child's emotions are more fuzzy and less prominant, Inner Strength's are more intense, leading them to get very emotional at times. Also they represent ignorance, pushing bad emotions or negative thoughts away, thinking they're just getting rid of them and not realizing they're repressing.

• Has plant powers that are tied to emotions, meaning if they're happy, plants will grow around them, if they're sad or angry or upset, they turn into not just killing plants but also slightly life sucking when every other side gets close.

• Is the slightly more 'moral' one than the rest in being the one to get scared and think Instinct and Protection are being more hurtful than helpful and kick them out.

• Has their own little garden with a specific flower in their room that isn't fazed with her emotions, being infused with all the emotions that were too intense to handle, good and bad. They talk to the flower and vent when things get tricky.

• When the 'Thomas' is upset, Strength usually works with Protection sometimes when things get really low, but mostly the two switch off depending on the situation.

• Lately is having regrets and confusion over kicking the other two out, but doesn't know if inviting them back will hurt the 'Thomas'

• Is protective of Passion, Reason, and Inner Child and will do anything to make sure they're safe.

• I imagine them wearing a flower crown, I dunno-

@the-duke-of-deodorant - Reason (Light Side)

• Reason represents and helps with the process of memory and new information, as well as the leader in solving any problems, math or otherwise.

• Reason values the truth above all else and makes sure the 'Thomas' knows the truth of any situation, despite and emotions they have at the moment, leaving them and Strength to butt heads a lot.

• I picture them with a black and white checkered tie...

• Geeks/Nerds out with Passion about Star Wars, Star Trek, etc. They often binge watch many movies and shows, and.. Even have their own code?

• Tries to be there during the emotional fallout Strength gets in, and usually is talking through their door, sometimes Strength's hand sneaks out when the door opens a bit for Reason to grab.

• Teaches Child about the world, leading them to grow into a pretty stable teenager, and the two share a very familial bond.

• Doesn't really understand the whole fear of Dark Sides and visits sometimes, even once helping out Protection during their burnout.

• Is prepared - always has a first aid kit handy and helped Raccoon Instinct when they got a nail stuck in their paw and couldn't transform back.

@antisocialdragonenby - Imagination (In the Middle)

• Imagination is the main gatekeeper of all dreams and daydreams, and has complete creative control in the Creative scape, making anything they imagine in their mind come to life there.

• Could have been ruler of the Creative scape but turned it down, claiming it wasn't their style. Instead they live in a treehouse and chill.

• Probably the most calm in a crisis.

• Out of the Creative scape, they have a cloud they ride on and use for many things - spying on others, viewing past dreams, and viewing made up scenarios or dream scenarios they have, as well as just a hammock to nap on.

• Is well trained with their powers, and uses their imaginative strength to fight nightmares in the dreams that seem to be finding their ways in randomly.

• Is usually the one to go to for advice or just to rant to, closely followed by Reason. This is how they find out about everyone's problems, fears, and turmoil - like how Protection thought they were the ones who caused the nightmares, and Imagination calmly explained that it had nothing to do with them, that they just appear, and that it's their job to help.

• They're fun to hang around and go on adventures with. They like specifically going on adventures with Child, but will tag along with Passion and Instinct from time to time

And finally, @if-i-had-a-spoon - Inner Child (Light Side)

• Inner Child repesents your childish side, as well as childhood memories and emotions. They're the only and first side to grow up from a child when the 'Thomas' is a teen, to a teen when the 'Thomas' is a adult. As a result they're babied sometimes and always treated as the youngest.

• They love looking at older memories and remebering them, although they panicked, figuring out the memories faded as they got older.

• Always a fan of candy, and squeals at cute pet and baby clothes, even making small accessories and gifts for Raccoon Instinct, whom they called 'The trash gremlin' when they were a toddler, and for Cat Passion, whom they just called 'Pretty'.

• Always tries to hold onto stuff from childhood, especially the "Thomas" 's old teddy bear, which they have a copy of for comfort.

• Now, as a teen, they love to write poetry and draw little baby animal sketches, and listen to MCR.

• Responsible for reminencing during random times.

• Although they look young, they're just as capable and smart as the others, fighting for the 'Thomas' to be truly happy, and to be there for everyone, light or dark side.

• I picture them with light purple headphones...

And that's everyone! I hope you guys like them!

#the mutual gang #mutual gang #sander sides #sanders sides #sanders sides ocs #asks #answers #ask the minty #send me a fandom and I'll tell you what characters my mutuals will be!

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entering-mymind · 5 years

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Chapter 4 - Sanctuary

This is the fourth episode of the series where I have inserted my OC character (Mando’s daughter) into the Disneyplus television show. With her addition I believe this helps the viewers understand the choices Mando makes in the series. Would love to hear feedback! I do not own these characters and the story and dialogue goes to the respected credit of the screenwriters and creators of the show.

The day was productive for the little village, the people of Sorgan were busy harvesting their krill as a small girl played in the distance, chasing a frog like creature. Her mother watched while fulfilling her harvesting duties when something disrupted the birds in the nearby forest. To the villagers they knew what this meant.

“Go, go, go! They’re back!” several villagers exclaimed while helping their fellow man escape.

Panic erupted as the little girl screamed for her mother to save her, without hesitation, the mother ran towards the danger to rescue her flesh and blood.

Blaster fire shot high from the trees when the Klatooinians emerged from the forest ready to purge.

Knowing what would happen if she didn’t get her and her child to safety, she thought on her feet and plummeted into the water with her little girl. Taking a weaving basket, she placed it over them hiding their presence. She tried to keep her scared child quiet with the soft shushing of her voice.

The Klatooinians ran sacked the village depleting the good people of their entire stock. The villagers were powerless to do anything, they weren’t fighters, warriors of any kind, they had to accept this constant ordeal, unless they found someone willing to fight.

* * *

The Razor Crest flew through the galaxy unknowing of its destination, Mando continued flying while his daughter looked through the navigational system to find a suitable hide out.

“Now I’m not trying to be that person,” young Mando air quoted, “but when did you start allowing anything on your console? I mean I can’t even put my feet up and you’re allowing the kid to stand on it, but mostly he can press buttons. My hand use to get slapped for that,” she pointed out as the child pushed its second button.

“Stop touching things,” Mando said to the child but it snidely pressed its third button rattling the Razor Crest. Immediately Mando fixed the issue and placed the child on his lap.

“Oh, and now it gets to ride shot gun, Mmmm,” she made a noise Mando was familiar with.

“You know you can stick out your tongue without my knowledge.”

“That’s the reason for the noise so you know I’m sticking it out at you, Mmmm.”

Mando just shook his head reminding himself that a teenager was in his presence, “Did you find any place suitable,” he changed the subject.

“Yeah, one that’s coming into our scopes, its called Sorgan. It has no starport, industrial centers, or population density, a real backwater skughole if you ask me,” she said in honesty.

“Meaning it’s perfect for us,” Mando turned to his daughter, “Ready to lay low and stretch your legs for a couple of months.”

“Yeah, it’ll be nice.”

“It will because nobody’s gonna find us here.”

* * *

Mando set the Razor Crest down in a dense forest, far from any village or prying eyes. He shut down the ship and informed his daughter of his plan, “I’m gonna go out there and look around,” he handed her the child to watch, “It shouldn’t take long,” Mando made his way to exit while she rose in annoyance.

“Hey wait a minute. Do you not remember the last time we were split apart? A whole battle erupted. Nah-uh, not again,” she tried reasoning with him.

“Listen I’m just trying to find us some lodging, I’ll be back for the both of you, okay,” Mando left the cockpit and headed to the lower deck. He pressed for the hatch to release when the platform lowered revealing his daughter standing next to him while holding the child. He sighed in annoyance but knew better after all they had been through,” Oh, what the Hell? Come on,” he ordered as they made their way into the forest.

The trek wasn’t long, they came upon a quiet little tavern filled with locals, casually they found a table for three when a waitress approached them.

“Welcome travelers. Can I interest you in anything?”

“Bone broth, for the little one,” Mando ordered as the waitress turned to his daughter.”

“I’ll have a cup of Moogan tea, please.”

“And for you?” the waitress asked Mando.

“Nothing.”

“Very well,” the waitress was about to leave when Mando stopped her.

“That one over there. When did she arrive?” Mando nodded his head towards a brawny woman sitting across the way.

Really trying to think, the waitress guessed, “I’ve seen her here for the last week or so.”

“What’s her business here?” Mando hoped to get some intel.

“Business?” the waitress questioned with a chuckle, “Oh well, there’s not much business in Sorgan, so I can’t say. She doesn’t strike me as a log runner.”

Mando knowing the game flipped her a credit but this took the waitress by surprise.

“Well thank you, sir,” the waitress clearly wasn’t understanding Mando’s intentions in order to get the intel he was fishing for, “I will get that broth and tea to you as soon as possible, and I will throw in a flagon of spotchka just for good measure. Now don’t get any ideas,” the waitress turned playfully to young Mando implying she couldn’t have any due to the drink being infused with alcohol, “I will be right back with that,” but once the waitress left the brawny woman had vanished.

Immediately Mando rose in search for her as young Mando pondered where her father was headed, “Where are you going?”

“Stay here,” he commanded.

“But,” she tried to get her own information when Mando was already outside thermal tracking the woman’s whereabouts.

The tracks lead around the domed structure, still radiating heat, then abruptly the trail went cold, it was as if she had disappeared or found refuge above. Mando peered up noticing the woman hanging from a rafter just waiting to strike.

With precise aim she kicked Mando backwards making him strike the opposite building. The woman pinned him and began punching, the two became involved in a hand-to-hand combat when she slammed him to the ground with one swing.

Defenseless on his back, Mando ignited his flamethrower but she pinned his arm with her foot siting on top of him to create the final blow. Tucking his foot under hers, Mando flipped the scenario and alligator rolled himself on top but she was ready and threw him off with ease.

The two locked hands and rolled, not wanting to lose the other when they drew their blasters hoping to get the drop. Stagnant, they kept their weapons pointed at the other when they heard slurps of someone drinking. The two foes turned noticing the child gulping its soup with young Mando holding her tea and nodding in approval.

“Now that was impressive,” she said more to the woman then to her father,” Do you want some tea?” young Mando offered her beverage hoping this fierce woman would join them.

All four of them headed back in the tavern claiming a table, young Mando sort of sat in awe of this woman, who’s name was Cara Dune, wondering what her story was and how she was able to hold her own ground against her father.

“Saw most of my action mopping up after Endor,” Cara started, “Mostly ex-Imperial Warlords. They wanted it fast and quiet. They’d send us in on the drop ships. No support, just us. Then when the Imps were gone, the politics started. We were peacekeepers, protecting delegates, suppressing riots. Not what I signed up for,” Cara stopped and took a sip of the Moogan tea young Mando gave.

“Which battles were you in, did you witness the Death Stars destruction, how about…?” young Mando eagerly questioned but was silenced quickly with one look from her father. Cara smirked, amused by young Mando’s admiration of her.

“How’d you end up here?” Mando questioned diverting Cara from his daughter.

It seemed Cara wanted to answer young Mando but instead addressed Mando not wanting to open up old wounds.

“Let’s just call it an early retirement,” Cara vaguely stated while taking another sip, “Look I knew you were Guild. I figured you had a fob on me. That’s why I came at you so hard.”

“Yeah, that’s what I figured,” Mando replied.

“Well, this has been a real treat, but unless you wanna go another round, one of us is gonna have to move on, and I was here first,” Cara finished the beverage and walked off making her point.

“Whoa, she is hard core,” young Mando said in praise when Mando looked at her, “Not saying that you’re not either Papi,” she tried to rectify her statement so her father felt included.

“Come on, looks like this planet’s taken,” Mando clarified as the three would make their trek back to the ship.

* * *

Night approached, Mando wanted to make some adjustments to the landing gear of the Razor Crest before they left, fixing the alignment that had been a jarred from the Ravinock clinging onto it. He figured this would be a good time to teach his daughter some mechanical lessons, he pointed out certain parts, explaining what they did and how they worked.

Mando began adjusting specific gears showing her by example when he handed her the wrench so she could finish on her own. Suddenly the two heard a landspeeder approach with two nervous men on it. In apprehension one stayed behind the other afraid of what these strangers could do to them. Mustering up the courage one of the men approached in a non-threating manner.

“Excuse me, excuse me, sir,” Stoke said.

“There something I can help you with?” Mando replied without looking at them while still teaching his daughter.

“Uh, yeah, Raiders,” Caben chimed in.

“We have money,” Stoke quickly pointed out.

“So you think I’m some kinda mercenary?” Mando said.

“The both of you are Mandalorians, right?” Stoke questioned unsure now.

“Or at least wearing Mandalorian armor. That is Mandalorian armor, right?” Caben asked in wide eyes.

“It sure is,” young Mando replied poking her head out.

“See? I told him,” Caben began to follow Mando’s moves, “Sir, I’ve read a lot about your people…I mean tribe…If half of what I read is true,” when he was cut off by Stoke.

“We have money,” Stoke reminded.

“How much?” Mando asked trying to turn his daughter’s attention back on the ship.

“Everything we have, sir,” Caben said in full honesty, “Our whole harvest was stolen.”

“Krill, we’re krill farmers,” Stoke informed.

“We brew spotchka. Our whole village chipped in,” he held a small satchel when Mando signaled for his daughter to get on the ship.

“It’s not enough,” Mando declared.

“Are you sure? You don’t even know what the job is?” Caben said while him and Stoke followed the two Mandalorians.

“I know it’s not enough. Good luck,” Mando ended pushing his daughter in front of him.

“This is everything we have, we’ll give you more after the next harvest,” Stoke insisted but Mando was done listening to their pleas, he opened the hatch startling the two villagers backwards when Mando boarded as young Mando followed suit slowly.

“Come on let’s head back,” Caben said to Stoke.

“Took us the whole day to get here, now we have to ride back with no protection to the middle of nowhere,” Stoke said loudly hoping to win sympathy from the younger Mandalorian.

“Where do you live?” young Mando stopped and turned to them.

“On a farm,” Stoke informed since she had not be included in the conversation, “We’re farmers.”

“In the middle of nowhere?” she clarified.

“Yes,” Stoke said a bit confused on where she was heading with this.

“You have lodging?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” the two men could see they were getting through to her, now all she had to do was convince the other.

“Hold on,” she walked on board scouting for her father but he wasn’t far, “Papi, this is perfect, we couldn’t have asked for anything better.”

“They’re problems are not ours,” Mando began situating things for take off as she followed undoing what he secured.

“Of course but we could at least try and help, stay long enough until the heat on us cools. In that timeframe we could teach them simple techniques, easy defense mechanisms, how to protect themselves and their loved ones,” but she wasn’t getting through to him, she would have to play at his heart, “What if your parents knew how to defend themselves, what if mom knew your teachings?”

Mando stopped dead in his tracks, he couldn’t believe she would bring this up, just like the scenario with the child, helping these people seemed dear to her; for some reason he never could deny her.

The two villagers anticipated the outcome because it had been quite some time the two Mandalorians were in debate, the men waited patiently hoping it would swing in their favor. Suddenly they heard footsteps approach when the young Mandalorian asked for the two to help gather their things, appeased they eagerly helped when Mando appeared and requested for one thing.

“Give me those credits,” Mando outstretched his hand.

“Papi,” young Mando scrutinized believing they were only doing this for the lodging and seclusion when Mando reassured his daughter.

“It’s not for us.”

Everyone got on board the landspeeder when Mando directed them to a small camp deep in the forest.

Cara Dune sat with her back against a tree when Mando threw her the pouch of credits causing her to draw her blaster.

“Ready for round two?” Mando questioned as she looked at the pouch in curiosity.

The landspeeder slowly made its way back to the village as Cara and Mando discussed the situation.

“So, we’re basically running off a band of Raiders for lunch money?” Cara honestly stated.

“They’re quartering us in the middle of no where. Last I checked, that’s a pretty square deal for somebody in your position. Worst case scenario, you tune up your blaster. Best case, we’re a deterrent. I can’t imagine there’s anything living in these trees that an ex-shock trooper couldn’t handle,” Mando said in confidence but Cara stayed silent.

“You were a shock trooper? Whoa!” young Mando exclaimed putting another half smile on Cara because she found this young kids admiration for her sweet.

* * *

Night turned to day as the landspeeder seized movement awakening everyone with a thud.

“They’re here, come on,” a group of excited children approached eagerly awaiting to greet their guests.

“Looks like they’re happy to see us,” young Mando said enthused herself.

“Looks like,” Cara agreed when the children made silly faces at the child when it began to coo and giggle.

Other villagers approached to help unload their liberators belongings as Mando and his daughter were escorted to their lodge.

* * *

Tying off a blind so some natural light could filter in, Omera heard a noise and saw her two guests stand in the doorway awaiting passage.

“Please come in,” Omera welcomed.

Mando and his daughter entered setting their belongings and the child down.

“I hope this is comfortable for the both of you. Sorry that all we have is the barn,” she apologized that they didn’t have anything else more suitable.

“This will do fine,” Mando reassured.

“I stacked some blankets over here,” Omera pointed out.

“Thank you. That’s very kind,” young Mando said when she noticed a small girl sneak in.

Young Mando found the little girl’s actions amusing but it put her father an alert, instantly he swung around almost drawing his blaster when young Mando stepped in between and placed a hand on his arm preventing him to draw.

Disturbed, Omera walked over to showcase her child, “This is my daughter, Winta,” she embraced her in a hug, “We don’t get a lot of visitors around here. She’s not use to strangers.”

Mando continued to stand his ground when his daughter spoke, “As we’re not use to company.”

Omera smiled and then turned to her daughter to explain the situation the village was in, “These nice people are going to help protect us from the bad ones.”

“Thank you,” Winta’s small voice said when Mando and his daughter nodded back in unison.

“Come on Winta. Let’s give our guests some room,” Omera escorted themselves out while looking back at her cryptic guests.

* * *

The three of them stayed rooted in the barn, obtaining to certain duties while maintaining to their weapons.

“Knock, knock,” Omera didn’t want to startle them.

“Come in,” Mando said more at ease.

Omera walked in with a tray of food where her daughter followed close behind glaring at the two Mandalorians as if she wanted to ask a question. Winta looked up at her mother in apprehension when Omera gave her the confidence to ask.

“Can I feed him?” Winta pointed to the child who stood in his crib.

Mando stayed busy when his daughter took initiative, she was always good with kids.

“Sure you can,” she said as she watched Winta kneel in front of the child and hand feed him some small pellets.

With glee Winta giggled happily and then turned to young Mando, “Do you two want to play?” Winta stood eagerly awaiting young Mando’s answer.

Unsure of what she could and could not do, young Mando glared at her father who continued cleaning his pulse rifle. Everyone sat in silence as Mando finally acknowledged and nodded in approval towards his daughter.

A bit more eager than young Mando wanted to show, she stood and picked up the child in her arms when Winta took hold of young Mando’s hand and pulled her outside in excitement.

“Come on, we have tons of games to play!” Winta rambled in joy.

Believing the three would reside in the barn, Mando tried to stop them, “I don’t think,” he began to protest.

“They’ll be fine,” Omera stepped in between, assure the children were in good hands.

“I don’t…”

“They’ll be fine,” Omera could sense his high alertness for, whom she assumed were – in some form – his children.

Mando stepped back still a bit uneasy, what if their antics got out of hand, what if his daughter got to excited and experienced an episode? He couldn’t think like that, he had to trust her.

“I brought some food for the two of you. I noticed neither of you ate out there. I’ll leave it here for when I go so you and your…”Omera stopped unsure if she should say the other Mandalorian was his child, but he clarified it for her.

“Daughter, she is my daughter.”

“It shows.”

“Thank you for the food,” Mando turned and began cleaning other weapons when Omera hesitantly asked a question.

“Do you mind if I ask you something?”

“Go ahead,” he didn’t pay attention and kept focus on his cleaning.

“How long has it been since you or your daughter have taken off your helmets?”

“Yesterday, but separately,” he clarified.

“Separately, neither of you can see each others face, ever?”

“We are given a day, on a kin’s date of existence then the parent may gaze upon their flesh and blood,” Mando informed more than he planned.

“Wait, so you’re saying you haven’t seen your daughter’s face in a year?” Omera couldn’t believe what he was missing.

“Almost, we will celebrate in about a month but…” Mando stopped himself when Omera gently encouraged him to proceed, “This year she turns eighteen, the year a Mandalorian acquires the title and their independence. But it also comes with a law that even forbids reveal among family,” Mando tried to distract himself but Omera could see his pain.

“So you and her will only be able to see each other this last time? How cruel, so many tiny details you’ve missed throughout her years as she grew from a child and into a young woman. I don’t know what I would do if I missed a single detail about Winta,” Omera realized she was coming off harsh, “I apologize mothers and fathers raise they’re children differently. I presume her mother agrees with the Mandalorian beliefs?”

Mando stayed silent unsure of how to answer her question when he said only two words,” She passed.”

Omera paid her respects but then fell silent, she wasn’t sure on how to proceed the conversation, but she had to know more, “And when was the last time someone, apart from your daughter, saw your face?”

Mando realized he wouldn’t be rid of this woman unless he answered her questions. He didn’t need to get into specifics, so he walked to the window and pointed at the children who played with his daughter and the little one.

“I wasn’t much older than they are,” he informed.

“You haven’t shown your face to the outside world since you were a kid?” Omera said broken.

“No. I was happy that they took me in. My parents were killed and the Mandalorians took care of me and then they took care of us.”

“I’m sorry.”

“This is the way.”

Omera could sense this would be the extent of his sharing, “Let us know if there’s anything either of you need.”

“Thank you.”

Omera left with a sadden heart, sadden for the Mandalorian of his past, sadden for his daughter who would only see her father’s face one last time, sadden that the Mandalorian had missed out on key elements of his daughter’s life, but mostly sadden that they had to close themselves off from the world.

Omera approached the group of children and noticed the Mandalorian’s daughter appeared to be in high spirits, maybe because she didn’t know otherwise than from the life she was raised in. Omera knew it wasn’t her place and so tried to make her guests stay as pleasant as possible since they were helping defend their village.

* * *

A few hours had passed when young Mando walked in with the child who was fighting off sleep. Gently she placed him into his crib and tucked the blanket snuggly around so he wouldn’t get cold. She noticed her father still attending to things when he pointed in the corner showing a tray for her.

She examined her take and noticed a nice plethora of tasty food, “Yum, crusty bread, but you didn’t eat it?” she questioned even though she was happy he didn’t.

“I know it’s your favorite.”

“Thanks Papi,” she couldn’t help and smile under her helmet even though she knew her father couldn’t see, but he could always sense her happiness.

She took a seat in the corner in order to get off her feat but Mando believed otherwise. He wanted his daughter to be able to eat so he finished what he was doing and was about to leave when she stopped him.

“Wait Papi, I’m not hungry yet, still trying to catch my breath from playing with those little ones,” she said with a chuckle as they reminded her of the younglings at the covert.

She looked around really in taking the barn and the outside surroundings of the village, “This place reminds me of my childhood, when it was just you and I, before we were discovered by the creed,” she said a bit saddened as she recalled the past.

“Those were some happy times,” Mando chimed in also recalling a part of his life he would relive in a heartbeat.

“Do you remember when we had an infestation of womp rats? You set up traps everywhere but they kept out smarting you?” she reminisced in the story.

“Those damn things thought they had the best of me,” Mando declared.

“Yeah, they kept figuring out how to get the food off the trap without getting caught.”

“That was until they met their demise from my blaster.”

“Oh yeah, that’s when you taught me how to shoot, maybe not so suitable for a five year old but came in handy in the long run.”

The two stared at each other practically envisioning themselves in their home on Lah’mu, but knew they couldn’t go back.

“So I saw you talking with Omera,” she said in a playful tone.

“Why do you say it like that?” Mando wasn’t sure where his daughter was going with this.

“Oh, no particular reason, its just in a little over a month I’m turning eighteen, my day of independence will follow, so I just want to make sure you will be okay with me not always by your side.”

Mando stayed silent, he had been pondering over this for quite awhile and now was as any good of time to tell her, “I’m going to revoke your right for independence.”

“What?” she said more in shock than she expected herself to be in, “Why? You were the one who pushed me into this, and now you’re not going to let me receive the Mandalorian title or my independence from your care? I don’t understand.”

He walked over to her when she stood and backed away, “I’m sorry this comes as a shocker but I don’t think you’re ready,” Mando started, “Once you can obtain control on your own then I will discuss with the tribe…”

“Are you talking about my episodes? You don’t think I have control over them? I know they come unexpectedly but I am doing better, I’ll try harder,” she reassured when Mando put his hands on her shoulders trying to bring her at ease and not cause an episode for her.

“I’m not doing this to punish you, you know that right?” he asked.

“I’m not so sure.”

“I’m doing this for your protection, everything I do is for your protection.”

“Hey Mando, it’s getting dark are we going or not,” Cara shouted through the doorway.

“Hold on,” Mando yelled when he placed his hand on the side of his daughter’s helmet acting as if he was caressing her cheek, “We will discuss this further when I get back.”

“Why? There’s nothing left to discuss,” young Mando moved passed her father and knelt before the child’s crib, checking up on him.

She kept her back turned towards her father as Cara peered inside seeing the intensity between the two. Mando grabbed some gear, he stopped behind his daughter about to put his hand on top of her helmet when he felt it best she needed her space. He exited the barn as Cara followed wondering what had gone down between father and daughter.

* * *

Cara and Mando trekked through the forest in search of the Klatooinians camp, knowing it wasn’t her business Cara vaguely brought forth what she witnessed with his daughter.

“So is the kiddo alright? She seemed to be giving you the cold shoulder,” Cara wanted to make sure Mando’s head would be in the game and not somewhere else.

“She’ll be fine,” was all he wanted to reveal while he tracked the Klatooinians footprints through his heat sensor. Mando stopped and then pointed, “About fifteen or twenty of them came through here on foot,” he scanned the area realizing something else large had destroyed the trees, “And something big sheared off those branches.”

The two walked a bit further and came upon a huge footprint as Cara clarified, “AT-ST.”

“Imperial walker. What’s it doing here?” Mando questioned.

“I don’t know. But this is more than I signed up for,” as they saw the destruction of what an AT-ST could do.

* * *

“Bad news. You can’t live here anymore,” Mando addressed the village the following morning.

“What, why?” the villagers murmured in shock.

“Nice bedside manner,” Cara whispered.

“You think you can do better?”

“Can’t do much worse,” Cara walked forward to get their attention, “I know this is not the news you wanted to hear, but there are no other options.”

“You took the job,” Stoke reminded when young Mando walked out of the barn disappointed that they couldn’t help these people.

“That was before we knew about the AT-ST,” Cara said.

“What is that?” Stoke questioned.

“The armored walker with two enormous guns that you knew about and didn’t tell us,” Cara blamed.

The villagers pleaded confused on why these three wouldn’t help them when Omera stepped in.

“We have nowhere to go,” Omera glared at Mando and his daughter.

“Sure you do. This is a big planet,” Cara informed, “I mean, I’ve seen a lot smaller.”

“My grandparents seeded these ponds,” one villager stated.

“It took generations,” Stoke added.

“I understand. I do. But there are only three of us,” Cara wasn’t sure if she should include Mando’s daughter but she did.

“No there’s not. There’s at least twenty here,” Stoke clarified.

“I mean fighters, be realistic,” Cara exclaimed.

“We can learn,” Stoke said determined as the other villagers followed.

“I’ve seen that thing take out entire companies of soldiers in the matter of minutes,” Cara told in truth.

“We’re not leaving,” Omera said determined.

“You can not fight that thing,” Cara said.

Young Mando looked at her father hoping he remembered what she had suggested previously in order to persuade him to help with the two men’s pleas. Mando knew exactly what she was trying to convey when he spoke, “Unless we show them how.”

The villagers agreed eagerly that they would learn but Cara just glared back shaking her head in scrutiny.

* * *

“You got two problems here,” Mando started, “You got the bandits and you got the mech. We’ll handle the AT-ST, but you gotta protect us when they come out of the woods. And I don’t have to tell you how dangerous they are,” Mando reminded them, “Cara here was a veteran. She was a drop solider for the Rebellion, and she’s gonna lay out a plan for you, so listen carefully.”

“Now, there’s nothing on this planet that can damage the legs on this thing, so we’re gonna build a trap. We’re gonna need to dig real deep, right here,” Cara pointed to the largest krill pond, “So that when it steps in, it drops. The two of us will hit their camp. Provoke them. That’ll bring the fight out of the woods and down here to us,” Cara informed.

“I’m gonna need you to cut down trees and build barricades along these edges,” Mando commanded, “I need it high enough so that they can’t get over, and strong enough so that it can’t break through. Okay who knows how to shoot?” Mando ended when Omera was the only one who raised her hand.

The congregation broke up as Cara took a group while the others went with Mando. Young Mando helped her father distribute the guns as Cara showed the civilians how to craft wooden spears and use them.

Mando and his daughter hung some pots and pans so the villagers could use them as targets to hit with their blasters, but only Omera could repeatedly hit her mark.

Dusk was approaching as Mando and Cara would soon be leaving, he had to make sure his daughter was going to follow protocol and not disobey.

“I know my role in this, protect the children,” young Mando stated in honor.

“You know you are contributing to the battle by doing this, the children’s safety is worry off their minds,” Mando pointed to the villagers turned fighters, “So then they can perform their duty.”

“This is the way,” young Mando said.

“This is the way,” as he watched his daughter enter the hut with the child in one hand and her blaster already drawn in the other just in case the battle flowed inwards.

He hoped it wouldn’t come down to that when Omera approached the hut to put Winta in. She kissed her daughter intensely not knowing if she would see her again, but knew she would be in good hands with Mando’s daughter. Once mother and child departed Mando clarified the start to the events.

“The sun is about to set, and we’ll be leaving soon. When we return, we’re coming in hot,” Mando informed.

“We’ll be ready,” Omera promised as Cara approached signaling to move out.

* * *

Cara and Mando rushed their way through the forest finding two Klatooinians drinking around a fire, immediately they were seized and taken out. Cara and Mando ventured further into the camp, staying clear of another campfire where several more Klatooinians sat enjoying their stolen spotchka.

Mando and Cara entered a tent, blasters drawn, believing a fight would break out but the area was only occupied by several containers filled with the blue liquid. Mando wasted no time and stuck a detonator on a wall when Cara whistled for Mando to get ready as they would be receiving company.

Cara took lead punching the band of Klatooinians that entered. Mando followed suit taking out the ones Cara left for him to handle. With every passing moment the detonator - Mando activated - counted down to destruction, but soon Cara and Mando became overrun.

Blasters became drawn as Mando and Cara took refuge behind the liquid containers believing they had been pinned. Noticing the Klatooinians blaster fire penetrated the tent’s wall, Mando rapidly fired to create an escape.

“Come on, I’ll cover you,” Mando ordered of Cara as she bulldozed her way through the wall.

Quickly Mando followed when the detonator went off exploding intensely.

“I hope the plan worked,” Cara said panting as the two watched the tent burn in flames.

Suddenly their attention was brought towards where two red eyes glowed a few feet away and rose higher in the sky. Knowing this was the time to leave, Cara and Mando ran back towards the village dodging the AT-ST’s fire.

* * *

Everyone in the village waited in apprehension, afraid of what was about to unfold as they heard the sounds of gunfire approaching.

Like an instinct, young Mando raised her weapon ready to defend her territory when she heard the children whimper in fear. Quickly she turned and knelt in front of them hoping to bring them peace.

“Hey, its okay, everything will be fine,” she looked at them but stayed rooted on Winta who held tightly onto the child.

“How do you know,” Winta asked seeking an honest answer.

“Here,” young Mando pointed to her gut, “I know because I listen to it, and you wanna know what its telling me?” all the children looked at her in wonder, trying to understand how she was able to tap into a mysteries force, “We’re going to win, and no harm will come to you because I won’t let it,” the children smiled with relief when young Mando suddenly clutched at her core.

She caught herself from falling and instead stumbled upwards to her feet, she turned her back on the kids not wanting to display her fear as she tried to assesse the situation.

“No, no, no, please not now, not now,” she said in a shaky breath, believing she could calm herself down but it began.

It was as if her entire body ignited in a jolt, her core radiated with intense vibration, awakening every cell in her structure. She put both arms around her mid-section hoping to encase whatever wanted to escape from within. Every breath she took the sensation grew, coursing though her frame in a vengeance and overtaking its host. Suddenly she fell to her knees and hunched over in pain, one hand on the ground losing her blaster, while the other still held onto her mid-section. Winta could see young Mando’s distress and wanted to go to her but young Mando declined.

“I’m okay, really,” she waited for a tremor to pass when she spoke again, “Kids we’re going to play a game,” another tremor rammed through her making her speak in agony, “The game is ‘Mother Says,’ I’ll be the mother and I say loop that harness around your bodies tightly and quickly,” she demanded more forcefully than she cared too.

The children complied when young Mando noticed one end of the harness was attached to a concrete structure while the other end needed to be secured. In defeat she couldn’t move to secure it herself, she stared at the harness vigorously knowing she had to achieve this task another way.

She outstretched her hand and created the motion within her mind, she envisioned tying off the other end as the event she foresaw began to unfold in reality. The children were bound, now she had to keep them safe from herself.

“Mother says, no matter what you hear, all of you stay put, do not untie yourself, promise me,” young Mando shouted.

The children agreed when young Mando mustered up all of her strength and rose to her feet in order to run as far away as she could.

* * *

Mando and Cara emerged from the forest, running and then taking position with the rest of the villagers behind the barricades.

“This is it,” Cara shouted, “Once that thing steps into the pond, it’s going down.”

Everyone stayed frozen, waiting for their commanding officer to give them their orders, “Weapons ready,” Cara shouted as everyone drew their blasters high.

The AT-ST came into view, making its way towards their trap.

“Just a few more steps,” Mando informed.

The AT-ST was about to take its last step when the driver noticed its watery ruse.

“It stopped,” Cara said in defeat.

Everyone waited, not knowing what to do when the AT-ST flooded the village in light.

“Get down. Get down,” Mando commanded as the AT-ST scanned the perimeter opening fire when it had targets in its sights.

“Stoke stay there,” Omera shouted as their troop began to scatter from fear.

“Hold your positions,” Cara demanded.

The AT-ST positioned itself for no further movement when the Klatooinians began their attack.

“Open fire,” Cara commanded when the villagers followed orders and started shooting.

Enemy fire returned with most coming from the AT-ST.

“We gotta get that thing to step forward,” Mando instructed.

“I’m thinking,” Cara replied in a bit of panic when she looked to the ground for answers, suddenly she glared up in confusion as she witnessed rocks floating in the air, “What the Hell,” Cara said in bewilderment when she noticed other objects around the village begin to float freely as the ground quaked beneath them wildly.

Suddenly a loud blood-curling scream radiated from within the village, sending chills down Mando and Omer’s spine, because it came from the children’s hut.

* * *

Young Mando staggered through the village but she didn’t get far, the intensity overran her mobility, sending her to all fours again. She collapsed to the ground frightened of what was going to happen next. She had to prevent the impact from reaching the children’s hut, because they would be the closest to the blast.

Young Mando positioned her hand towards the hut concentrating to hopefully move the impact away when she witnessed a clan of Klatooinians sneak attack from the side. Realizing her situation, she reached for her blaster but realized she dropped it in the hut. Thinking quickly and using her episode to her advantage, young Mando placed her hand firmly on the ground sending the vibration, which wanted to emerge from her, into the dirt.

The terrain began to quake and crack as if an earthquake had manifested. Fractures made their way from young Mando’s hand towards the clan of Klatooinians, without warning the soil beneath their feet gave way, replicating exactly what had happened with the Mudhorn.

A few Klatooinians jumped to safety while others hung on for dear life, the earthquake continued uprooting surrounding trees as one fell directly onto the trapped assailants.

With a hint of relief, young Mando returned her focus onto herself in order to gain control, but this was exactly what her father was referring to. She had to prove him wrong but the remaining Klatooinians perused in a vengeance.

They ran in rage, weapons drawn high ready to end her life when she decided to end theirs first. She waved her hand in an upward motion, the remaining Klatooinians unwillingly mimicked her gesture and rose into the air helpless. They wiggled in fear unknowing the phenomenon that was happening to them. With a snap of her wrist the Klatooinians necks twisted, meeting their demise, she then swung her arm sideways sending the lifeless bodies into the forest.

Disappointed she had to resume to violence she couldn’t hold on any more, in defeat young Mando let out a horrific scream hoping this would reach her father so he could prepare the others for impact.

* * *

That scream, it was her scream, the scream before she released havoc, Mando had to warn everyone and prep them for a collision, “Tether yourself to something rooted, now!” he commanded of Cara as she could hear the panic in his voice.

Mando ran along the perimeter instructing everyone to fall back and tie themselves immediately to something that could not be uprooted. Confused on this change of command, Cara followed suit and demanded everyone to do as they were told. Everyone complied when Mando noticed Omera was missing.

“She went to the children,” Stoke informed, exactly where ground zero would occur.

Mando had to save the children and Omera, he raced through the village when he found Omera, quickly he grabbed her but she wiggled herself free declaring she had to get to Winta. Mando lassoed Omera but the two fought, he finally gained control of the situation when he saw his daughter in the distance, away from the hut.

He watched as if the event was happening in slow motion, she rose to her knees unwillingly, arms outstretched, when an unseen force erupted from her body. One hand pointed towards the children’s hut, desperately hoping to deflect the blast, while the other hand tried to push the excess force in the location of the battle, but the reminisce of the invisible force she couldn’t control still disbursed in all directions.

Mando held onto Omera and quickly released his grappling hook by wrapping it securely around a stationary cinderblock. Instantly Mando and Omera were flung backwards as he touted the wire begging for it not to break from the pressure. Just as fast as it happened Mando and Omera fell to the ground in a thud.

The two rose hearing in the distance the sound of the AT-ST crash, immediately Cara screamed for everyone to untie themselves and attack. The villagers complied and ran with force towards the defenseless machine and injured Klatooinians, the creatures attempted to hold their ground but was quickly overrun.

Cara took charge, ignited a detonator and threw it in the broken AT-ST’s window. She screamed for everyone to take cover when the machine exploded, a wave of relief washed over the villagers seeing their victory play out before them. Everyone cheered in glee when Omera smiled in relief and went to her child as Mando went to his.

Young Mando laid sprawled on the ground, unconscious, in fear Mando cradled her in his arms placing a hand on her chest. In relief he felt her breathing as he drew her closer, not wanting anyone to pry, Mando picked up his daughter and carried her to the barn and placed her on the cot. He put his hand on the side of her helmet when she slowly came to.

“Is anyone…”she started when he silenced her.

“Everyone’s fine, rest.”

All she could do was breathe heavy and close her tired eyes believing her father. Seeing her at peace Mando went to check on the child and noticed the hut had not been touched, the blast had somehow been deflected from its path. Winta held onto the child happily and from seeing her mother.

“Her gut was right,” Winta exclaimed.

“Whose gut?” Omera asked.

“The young Mandalorians, her gut told her we would win,” Winta said happily as the other children cheered in excitement.

* * *

Just beyond Omera’s home, the child, young Mando, and the children played joyfully, acting out new games while incorporating others.

Cara, Mando, and Omera watched from the porch as Omera gave Cara a drink. Omera turned to Mando and offered him one as she would place it in the house, but he politely declined.

“They’re happy here,” Omera pointed out from the imaginary smiles she could read from his children.

“They are,” he openly said.

“They fit right in,” she added and walked off towards the children.

Mando peered, almost pondering a different scenario he wished could play out when Cara interrupted his thoughts.

“So what happens if either of you take that thing off? They come after and kill you both?” she seriously asked.

“No. You just can’t put it back on again,” he informed.

“That’s it,” Cara almost wanted to chuckle but restrained herself not wanting to offend his religion, “So you can slip off the helmet, settle down with that beautiful young widow and raise your kids sitting here, sipping spotchka?” Cara glared at him as if he was crazy to pass up this opportunity when he spoke.

“I tried it once,” he paused, “It didn’t work out.”

Cara gazed at him wondering what he meant, but his focus was drawn on his daughter. She could see his intensity on how protective he was over her when he changed the subject.

“You know we raised some hell here a few weeks back.”

“We sure did and yet you still won’t tell me where that blast came from. Did you plant a phantom detonator somewhere without my knowledge? I mean if I knew you had one of those we could have lead with that,” Cara pried but Mando wouldn’t revel anything.

“We have to take into consideration that it’s to much action for a back water town like this. Word travels fast. We might wanna cycle the charts and move on,” he suggested.

“I would not want to be the one who has to tell them,” Cara pointed her cup in his children’s direction.

“I’m leaving him here, traveling with me, that’s no life for a…” when he stopped himself realizing he put his daughter through it, “I did my job, he’s safe. Better chance at a life,” Mando clarified.

“It’s going to break his little heart along with your daughter’s.”

“They’ll get over it. We all do,” he ended.

* * *

The villagers returned to their daily duties, harvesting krill, maintaining to their crops when Mando approached Omera.

“Excuse me. Can I have a word?” he addressed her.

“Of course,” the two walked a distance away when Mando began casual conversation.

“It’s very nice here.”

“Yes,” Omera shook her head happily.

“I think its clear he’s…he’s happy here,” Mando implied.

“Yes, and so is your daughter, but what about you?”

“Me?”

“Are you happy here?” Omera was trying to reach him, “We want you to stay, we want your daughter to stay. The community’s grateful. The both of you can pack your armor away, but if there is any trouble you can always take it out. You and your children could have a good life, they could be actual children for a while, you could see your daughter’s face daily instead of for one last time. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

Mando glared in the distance, he saw his daughter teaching the intently in tuned children how to draw.

“It would,” Mando’s voice broke when Omera placed her hands on the sides of his helmet ready to take it off for him. He seized her motion knowing this couldn’t be their future, “We don’t belong here,” Mando informed, “But he does.”

“I understand,” Omera said saddened, “I will look after him as one of my own,” she promised when the sound of a blaster erupted from the forest.

“Go get the kids,” Mando rushed off with his weapon drawn as young Mando stayed behind mimicking her father.

* * *

On the outskirts of the forest Cara stood there with a dead bounty hunter at her feet. Beneath the body Mando heard a faint beeping, turning the deceased over and revealing a tracking fob.

“Who’s he tracking?” Cara asked.

“The kid,” Mando replied.

“They know he’s here.”

“Yes.”

“Then they’ll keep coming.”

“Yes,” as Mando crushed the fob under his boot.

* * *

Cara helped load the landspeeder with Mando and his daughter’s gear when she asked a simple question, “Are you sure you don’t want an escort?”

“I appreciate the offer, but we’re gonna by pass the town and head right to the Razor Crest,” Mando informed.

“Well then,” she held out her hand,” Until our paths cross.”

Mando took it, “Until our paths cross.”

Holding back her tears, Winta ran and hugged young Mando’s waist, “I’m going to miss you both so much,” Winta reached for the child and embraced him also.

“Me too,” young Mando replied holding her composure.

Mando and Omera glared at one another one last time when she thanked him, truly thanked him for all he and his daughter did for the village.

Winta gave one last hug to the child and young Mando before she returned to her mother in tears. Mando gathered the last of their things and helped his daughter into the landspeeder. Mando then took a seat at the edge signaling for the droid to move out. The village waved goodbye at their three new friends, wishing them safe travels, but sadden they couldn’t stay and be apart of their daily lives.

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Chapter 1; In Which Death Awaits and a Plot is Hatched

“You’re fucking persistent, I’ll give you that,” Izar growled, planting his foot in the snow and pivoting around to face the wards. He slammed his hands on the wards, causing a deep resonance to sound across the snowy grounds.

He was lifted off his feet and sent flying. Izar clenched his lips together before he gave a delighted laugh, not even stopping as he was deposited harshly onto the ground. He spread his arms out around his body, making tracks in the snow beneath him. Odd… he never had made a snow angel before.

Izar leaned his head into the snow, ignoring the eerie quiet that reverberated across the grounds. The army was flabbergasted at what had just happened, Izar knew. Though, hopefully they were impressed, because he was even impressed with himself. Sadly, it didn’t take long for the fighting to continue for he heard magic and curses being passed back and forth between the crowds a few yards away from his current position.

Chaos would erupt shortly. The two groups were still in quiet surprise over the areas lack of magic. Soon, the students and the professors would either herd together inside the castle, escape, or join the fray.

Until that time…

Izar kicked his arms and legs out, creating a snow angel beneath him. His green eyes stared at the sky above him, observing the snowflakes as they slowly drifted into focus. Without the soft and yellowed glow from Hogwarts, the only thing left to light the grounds was the half moon and the curses being released from their owners’ wands. He smiled thinly, finding himself feeling rather numb despite the situation that transpired earlier.

He issued a controlled moan.

“What… are you doing?”

Izar gave the towering man a look of disdain. “Exactly what it looks like, My Lord.”

Voldemort’s lips thinned as he watched Izar create a deeper snow angel. “They did warn me that the insanity was strong within you. Obviously, I hadn’t given it proper consideration.” A pause. “Until now.”

While his Master’s tone was light in his mocking, Izar could see the man deeper than that. There was a knowing glint in the crimson eyes as they watched Izar in the snow. The Dark Lord believed Izar was averting his focus and attention away from reality in order to avoid thinking about his near-death experience.

Was he? Possibly… no, most certainly. He had almost been absorbed into the castle’s wards. Izar had been taken off-guard. There was this nagging feeling that Izar could have prevented everything that transpired in the last few minutes.

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Chapter 1; In which Death awaits and a plot is hatched.

Did the above introduction catch your interest? I sincerely hope so. I also hope that, from there, your eyes continue on, trifling through this post, absorbing the information I offer and nurturing a growing interest that will lead you to my door.

Writing is not just a pass-time. It’s an adventure, an extravagant and deeply fulfilling world created for our very own enjoyment - this is the reason I am now here in search of partners. Optimistically thinking, I have not scared too many of you away with my mutterings and lavish vocabulary!

Let’s move on, shall we?

First and foremost, I am here with a particular request. If this does not interest you, but my extract above did - then please direct yourself towards the following sentence: “While I am searching groundlessly for a partner to investigate a specific plot, I am very open to ideas of other genres; drop me a message, and perhaps we’ll find another ground on which to muse”

Onto the important stuff!

Who Am I?

Arik is the name, roleplaying is the game (or something like that). Online, I go by the aforementioned Arik or Ari, Ariikos Melanthios for those interested in the more formal route (and if you can tell me what those names refer to, I will be thoroughly impressed). I’m an 18+ British roleplayer working a full-time job that is taking its toll. I’m a little eccentric, which you may have noticed by now, and an avid gamer who’s looking for a new muse to fill in the gaps in her days.

How Do I Roleplay?

Due to my nature, I am comfortable playing all kinds of characters, including genders and sexualities, as well as races and nature of minds. There isn’t anything I’m not open to trying (or at least, not so far), so I’ll most definitely be your hot stud to your M/M romance or the sweetheart girl across the street for your F/F and F/M. You get the gist, right?

My roleplay posts will always be on the longer side, depending on the complexity of the plot, and the situation I’m in when attempting to write a reply. At no point do I expect you to match these lengths, especially when I get carried away, however, I do require enough that I am not carrying the plot alone.

What Am I Looking For?

Now, this is where the fun begins.

I roleplay in both original and canon universes. We’ll start with the arguably ‘easier’ settings, shall we?

I play both OC and Canon characters, but will always choose to play an OC. Doubling is fine, but I’m only likely to wish to play a Canon to your OC or Canon if the plot is especially interesting!

Harry Potter; any era, though less preference towards next gen. AU’s and crossovers are absolutely and avidly accepted!

Dragon Age; huge nerd of this game, please send any ideas my way, including oscure settings in the general universe but separate from the canon storylines. All of the games are fantastic!

MCU; comics and films, preference towards X-Men but generally open to anything.

The Witcher; books, games or TV series!

Telltale The Walking Dead; a little more obscure, but believe it could make for an interesting take on the original story?

Star Trek; new or old generation, or our own take!

Resident Evil; preference towards the films, but familiar with the games too.

Sword Art Online

Doctor Who; any doctor, or our own!

Honestly, I’m missing so many here, but just ask and I probably know it! If not, I’m always willing to do the research and put in the effort.

Onto original plots - in general, I want to create a world with you!

Fantasy

Sci-Fi

Urban

Dystopia

Mythology

Medieval

Etc

I’m usually open for anything, though I’m not a huge fan of slice-of-life. Anything with action, and I’m in.

In particular, I have a world, and a set of characters and I’m looking for someone to join in on the fun. This world is set within our modern one, with the twist of fantasy being a common feature in day to day life (think Hellboy). For the most part, Humans ignore them and go about their day. What’s important though, that even in this mystical reimagining of the human realm, still humans continue under the belief that the Gods are nothing more than fantasy - and lets not even consider demons.

But what if they were wrong?

More explanations upon a promising start to our communication!

What Am I Looking For In A Partner?

Paragraph replies - the longer the better - and ability to reply a minimum of twice a week (assuming neither of us gets caught up in real life, of course) is also preferable. Please don’t ghost me! I’m here primarily because all my partners have slowly melted into the shadows :c

Finally, please be open to ideas! I wish to get to know you, to create a story of our own creation that will grow as we do. I want both of us to suggest ideas for development, to agree on scenes and scenarios, so on and so forth.

I recognise I am looking for a lot here in a single person, but in my mind, I see this as a long-term project between two people, and a possible lasting friendship. If you’re not interested in this particular original idea, then do not be afraid to still drop me a message, and as I noted in the beginning - perhaps we’ll find other common ground!

Find me @

Ariikos#3683

[email protected]

Please introduce yourself upon the first contact, letting me know what you’re looking for! If you can provide information about yourself, your likes and dislikes, and perhaps even a writing example (which I would love to reciprocate) then you’d gain extra points in my book! You will absolutely be judged by your introduction :P

Looking forward to hearing from you!

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