#and now i’m curious about what would possibly be made if my ocs were canon

[iceicewifey]

okay but if your oc/insert was canon, what kind of silly japanese merch would they have

[thetotomoo]

Meet my MC: M______ C_____

I’ve hesitated to introduce her for over a year because:

1. She’s not Sebastian’s endgame

2. She IS a Sebastian simp

3. She’s the antagonist in “Sins of the Father” (not evil I would think but she is the villain in our protagonists’ stories).

4. Her name and appearance isn’t revealed until Chapter 60 [HERE on AO3] [HERE on Wattpad].

5. And because the backstory I created for her, in my opinion, really weaves her into the Harry Potter canon as much as possible. And hopefully explains a bit of lore and “why”, and all that whatnot.

Yes, she was raised in an "orphanage". But well… ahem 😂

This is more or less a compilation of research and notes as to her story. And if you’re interested in learning more about her, then her information will be in the undercut.

[SPOILERS BELOW]

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Name: “Mary Carver”

Yep… you’re reading that right in asterisks. Mary Carver. However, Mary Carver was not born with this name.

Her real name is: Merope Carrow

And if you have some inkling as to “Merope” in HP lore, I think you can guess where I’m going with this.

If not and you’re new (and coming from the Legacy game itself) to the HP lore world, Merope shares the same name as the future Merope Gaunt aka Merope Riddle aka Tom Marvolo Riddle’s mother aka the mother of Voldemort.

So yes… she becomes the wife of Marvolo Gaunt.

And future grandmother of Voldemort himself.

If I’ve lost you here, sorry! If not, you’re either questioning why or just indulging me. Of which if it’s the latter, thank you!

Now… keep in mind this is just a possible timeline not an attempt to subvert anyone’s head canons.

Why:

Why I made her: there were a lot of fics that were heavy MC based at the time and I wanted to see if it was possible for an OC centered fic to gain readership (especially when the MC wasn’t the protagonist in the story). And to be honest, after about a year or so of writing, I actually really enjoy encountering flawed MCs in fics.

She’s been a challenge for sure. Truly— reading the comments and feelings of people go from “that bi—” to becoming curious about her and to modestly feel bad for her has been entertaining.

When I made and inserted MC into my fic, I specifically had who she was meant to be at the end. And from lore— no one knows who Morfin Gaunt and Merope Gaunt’s mother is. No one knows what happened. No one knows how she looks like, what her hair color is, etc. No one knows how she died or etc.

What we do know: Merope Gaunt (the actually one who birthed the Dark Lord) was well versed in potions and she had trouble with exhibiting magic until a later age. This can be attributed to her stressful household but for “Sins” I thought it fit well into the MC’s inability to show magic until a later age as well.

The only mention of appearance is supposedly a “heavy face” which I end up mentioning at the Malfoy Solstice Ball in “He Fell First and She Fell Harder”.

Plus with the idea and plot line involving love potions that also adds to future Merope’s ability to easily brew that potion.

Background:

Born to two pureblood squibs, “John and Sara Carver” left the pureblood magical society to make their own fortune in the Muggle world. Not that they need the gold with the amount from “Sara’s” dowry.

No… they left to find the prestige and awe they would never be able to obtain as squibs in Wizarding High Society. With no wand and no magic, climbing social ranks would be difficult to two people (who have been privy to a comfortable and luxurious life) who have no magical skill whatsoever. Their only other option would be to farm— and what gentleman and lady of their caliber would want that?

Following their marriage, they leave Wizarding society and establish themselves in the Muggle world. To obtain their coveted position, they must ingratiate themselves with members of Muggle Society. And what better way to do it than appeal to their better nature?

They move to East London, using a portion of “Sara’s” dowry to establish an orphanage. At the time, views of the orphanage were not… great. And attempts to circumvent it were not in many people’s minds. The church had been the primary benefactor of these institutions as well as other private individuals (see Mary Allingham’s article on “The Rise of the Orphanage”). Government intervention and help was practically non existent (1834 Nee Poor Law).

(This establishment of an orphanage is based on one that was created around that era. With very similar parental backgrounds. But I won’t link it publicly because that charity is actually still functioning today. There were rumors of scandal and method of rescues but the original founder was a very charismatic person and no particular evidence was applied in court to detain him.)

And so,

So with that said…

Parents:

John Carver and Sara Carver

fka (formerly known as)

Titus Carrow and Aethra Carrow née Selwyn

House:

Slytherin

Hair color:

She likes to change it, using Muggle means and not going to the magical hairdresser.

She went blonde for the majority of the fic.

Eye color:

Wasn’t mentioned in the fic but it’s dark brown

Blood Status Views:

Teeters

Orphanage Views:

Also Teeters

References:

'Meditation', Jozef Israëls, 1896

'The Love Potion', Evelyn De Morgan, 1903

'The Swan No. 9', Hilma af Klint, 1915

[supergito]

Fusion Revived - CH 8 (Returning to Normal)

➤ This story is actually complete (finished Sep 2021) over on my Ao3 already; I'm just publishing it here on tumblr too for archival purposes. I hope any and all curious readers enjoy if they haven't checked it out yet!

SUMMARY: Majin Buu has been destroyed, and the Earth has known peace for close to a year now. Life hasn't been too peaceful for the person responsible for saving the world and the entire universe however, but when an ordinary woman meets him one day, things start to change.

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: None.

She sat outside in the same spot they were both in four days ago. There was no idyllic ambience this time, no feeling of peace.

She curled in on herself, with her legs hugged by her arms and her head resting against her bent knees. Miserable couldn’t accurately describe the storm that raged on since she spat fire at the women who ruined her happiness for the sake of their own. Worse than that, they stripped away Vegito’s sense of self, reducing him to a state of oblivion for those who made him to be freed.

She hated it, but she understood why they did it.

It was plain to see back at Capsule Corp, and even disregarding that, anyone with even the smallest degree of common sense would know that they rightfully wanted their husbands to come home. The fathers to their children.

They had families, something she couldn’t completely relate to as she’s never had her own. When Chi Chi claimed that she didn’t know what she was talking about, it held water.

But Vegito…did he ever belong to either of THEIR families? Considering what happened, no. He was stuck in a place where he was indelibly connected to both, but he could never and would never be what Goku and Vegeta were. He had the job of being there for his not-wives and sons, but it was one he was destined to grapple with, and ultimately fail at. That didn’t stop him from trying regardless.

Yet, it wasn’t good enough. Forget what she felt, Vegito was the victim here. Thinking of him as such may come off as she viewing him as some poor, defenseless man, when he was light years away from being such. He was able to take down the very manifestation of evil that had haunted the universe for eons with hardly any trouble. If he could do that, then what couldn’t he do? What couldn’t he reach?

That, was where he became a victim. The possibilities of having those questions explored was cruelly ripped away from him.

There wasn’t even a place she could send her prayers to for his spirit to rest. He didn’t exist anymore, but she still wanted to help him somehow. She wanted to bring him back, in a way where Goku and Vegeta didn’t have to disappear themselves. But was that even remotely feasible…?

She didn’t bother keeping track of the time, too stuck in her musings. She did notice when the air changed however, and someone’s presence was close.

She looked up.

Goku was before her, lowering his hand. He didn’t speak right away, choosing to jab his index fingers together as he self-consciously avoided making eye contact.

“…Hi…it’s me. Goku.”

She mustered a half-hearted laugh.

“I know who you are. Hi.”

He drew back, probably anticipating for she to lash out at him or the like. Seeing as she didn’t, he moved forward with no reluctance and crashed down to sit cross-legged. It’s a position she’s seen Vegito do a dozen times.

“Sorry for…bothering you.” The Saiyan maintained a gentle disposition, both in look and sound. It brought her back to the sparse times when Vegito showed her his soft side, before Vegeta’s influence came in and brought the cautiousness back.

So many comparisons she could make, but in the end, what did it matter?

“I wanted to see how you were doing.”

“…That’s kind of you.” Her head tilted back, to rest against the tree.

“But as you can see, I’m doing terrible. I miss him.”

Straight to the point, she hid nothing and left nothing vague. Talking candidly to Goku came as easy as breathing, in an indescribable but welcomed way.

“I know…this is going to sound weird but…” He rubbed the back of his head.

“I’ve been missing you too, in a way.”

“…Careful there. You ARE married, sir.”

“Heheh!” Goku laughed at her comment, flashing a broad grin. His cheeks were a peachy shade.

“I know! Chi Chi would kill me if she knew that I came here to see you, but I just had to.”

She listened keenly. She felt warm again.

“I have Vegito’s memories, and can remember the emotions he felt in them. Same should go for Vegeta. We both know how much Vegito cared about you, and on my end anyway, those feelings persist in me. It does feel wrong, but…it feels right too.”

Becoming the teeniest-bit uncomfortable at where this was going, she fidgeted but didn’t interrupt. She did latch onto what he said about the fusion having cared for her, apparently by a large margin, if his phrasing meant such. A sense of longing overtook her…

“I don't want to overstep any boundaries, but I do still want to be your friend. It doesn’t matter how Chi Chi would feel about it, or what she would say. I just can't abandon you, not after how you and Vegito bonded... I can't say with certainty that Vegeta feels the same way, but there is a chance. He's even worse with this mushy stuff than I am, so who knows?” He chuckled.

That was sweet. She appreciated that Goku at least wouldn’t cut all ties with her. He and Vegeta weren’t Vegito, but fragments of him in a sense. The only remnants. She would treasure that.

“Hey…Goku? Vegito told me that the fusion was permanent, but obviously it wasn’t. Did the Kais, or whatever they’re called, lie to you?”

“I don’t think so. Elder Kai was pretty convinced once two people fused using potara, that there wasn’t any way for it to be undone. He knew about the dragon balls, but I guess he didn’t consider if they could actually do it.” Goku gazed upwards, and hummed.

“Or, maybe he was aware, but thought that we would be fine existing as a fusion forever. Vegito was the perfect person to guard Earth after all. The best of Vegeta and me put together…”

He frowned. She inquired about his sudden mood drop.

“What’s wrong?”

“…I really don’t like how Chi Chi and Bulma treated Vegito.” He sat up straight. “It was unfair.”

“Tell me about it…” She grumbled.

“Defeating Buu was our number one priority back then. No matter what it took, he needed to be stopped. I told Vegeta there was no going back after we fused, and he still put on the potara anyway. We knew what we were doing, and we thought it would be for the best.”

It was, and it wasn’t. It saved Earth, but it brought pain right into their families.

“Both of our minds came together to form the base of Vegito’s, but he was his own deal. I think of him as a branch off of myself, but also…as a brother too. And kind of a son, in a really weird way.”

“Fusion in general is really weird.” She echoed, relating to his puzzlement.

“I feel bad. Like I failed him somehow, even though there wasn’t anything I could do.”

Goku admitted, and his face lost all of its prior cheerfulness. She related oh so painfully with him there. She was even THERE when Shenron was summoned, but she was too late to stop them from making the wish. She would’ve dealt with two furious, bloodthirsty widows, but she would’ve saved Vegito.

… … …

… … …

…Actually…wait a minute-

“Goku!” Her passionate and unexpected outburst made him jump. She stared at him intensely, hands balled into fists.

“Do you think that we can use the dragon balls to bring Vegito back?”

“…Bring him back? _____, he’s technically not dead, so there’s nothing to bring-”

“That’s not what I mean.” She interjected.

“Can the dragons balls bring him back as his own being, separate from you and Vegeta?”

This made the Saiyan freeze stiff, and wheels turn in his brain. He goggled at her as minutes passed. Anticipation and the smallest flame of hope made her shiver, but she waited as patiently as she could for him to answer.

“I…” Goku’s eyes darted in multiple directions, before settling on her own. “I don’t know. I don’t know how Shenron would make that happen, if he’s even capable of it at all.”

“But, is there a chance?”

“Yes, I have to say so. We won’t know unless we try.”

The wish-granting dragon of Earth could do so much, from wiping memories of a specific event from everyone’s minds around the globe to resurrecting multiple people from the dead at once, but was manipulating reality to this grand of a scale included? But Goku was right, they wouldn’t learn unless they went for it.

She was determined to. This was their only method of returning Vegito to this world, that didn’t involve fusion, and she would take it.

“We have to wait though, since the dragon balls are dormant right now. But Chi Chi and Bulma only used one of the wishes, so we have to wait four months instead of the usual one year.”

Four months? That was too long.

“What about the…namekian dragon balls? Can’t we use those?”

“I already did. I went to Namek yesterday, and used them to revive Vegeta since he was still dead.” Goku sighed.

“They’re dormant now too. We have to wait, and that’s that.”

That was highly annoying, but she guessed it couldn’t be helped. She had to wait four months to see if this ludicrous wish could even come true… Her fingernails dug into her legs out of vexation. At least it was only four months. If she had to wait a year, this agitation would’ve drove her up a hundred walls.

“Alright. Four months, then. I need to see if Bulma will let us have the dragon radar. I’ll ask her.”

“Really? Are you sure? Maybe it’ll be better if I ask.”

“No, I need to be the one. And not because this was my idea.” She breathed out, mulling over how to phrase this.

“Vegito…I have a hunch that she and Chi Chi felt pressured to make that wish because of me. Because of how close he was to me. I guess the both of them felt like they were losing Vegito, or more specifically, losing what was left of you and Vegeta. That must’ve scared them. If I was in their shoes…I would’ve been scared too.”

That was the truth. She didn’t believe she would’ve acted differently from them.

“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think they felt threatened by ME specifically. More like the fact that…Vegito getting with someone else meant that their relationships with him would be truly over. They couldn’t let that happen.”

She felt weird saying ‘getting with someone else’, because she couldn’t determine if that’s what Vegito intended to do. She didn’t know if he had actual…feelings for her. Feelings like that.

She has realized that she herself is genuinely attracted to him. It’s obvious to her now. It’s stared her in the face, and it took she losing him for it to set in. What she wouldn’t give to hear his wondrous voice again, to see his alluring form, his smirk that got under her skin in such an intoxicating way, and his smile that was absurdly endearing…

Vegito at least liked her in a friendly manner, but anything more was impossible to establish. There was no way for her to know.

Not until he was revived.

“It’s kind of my fault that this happened to him. I need to make things right.”

Black eyes looked into her own, as their owner studied her carefully. With…respect? That was embarrassing, but also, it made her feel proud of herself.

“I understand.” Goku’s toothy grin gave her a confidence boost. “I think Bulma will give you the radar, she doesn’t lose anything by doing it. And when the time comes, I’ll go around the world to get them!”

He jumped up to his feet, fists raised and face shining.

“I have a good feeling about this _____! It’ll work out. I have faith.”

If he has faith, then she should too.

“I gotta get going now. I told Chi Chi I was going out for just a few minutes. See you later!”

She waved just as Goku’s body fizzled away into the air. Her mood was significantly better than it was before he visited, and she’s thankful he did. Their conversation was exactly what she needed, to lose this hopelessness and gain motivation.

She won’t go to Capsule Corp right away, as tensions were likely still high. She’d wait a week at the minimum, and perhaps longer, once she manages to figure out how to tell Bulma her plan.

Additionally, to apologize to her for calling her selfish. It felt good in the moment, but it may have been out of line.

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The smell of something delectable touched his nose with a tantalizing waft as soon as he appeared in his home, and Goku marched straight to the kitchen.

“Chi Chi! I’m home!”

When he entered the room, his wife was standing before their stove covered to the brim with pots and pans, while an assortment of veggies were lined next to her on the counter. His stomach was already growling up a storm, and he would’ve approached her to see just what she was cooking, but he was thrown off by Chi Chi herself.

Son Goku was very perceptive to ki. He was committed to understanding it back in his youth, when he was mentored by Kami and Mr. Popo, and he became somewhat of a master of reading ki when Gohan was born. Being able to gauge someone’s mood, and even their level of health, by how their ki radiated was a skill Goku found very useful, as he wasn’t great at reading the intricacies of body language or more unnoticeable signs.

It didn’t take long for him to piece together that Chi Chi was upset.

Her mood took a sharp fall the moment he announced his presence. She has yet to speak a word to him on top of that. He was clueless on the cause of it though.

“Chi? What’s wrong?”

“…Goku...”

She spoke softly, sadly, yet did not turn to face him. This worried him. He stepped towards her.

“What is it?”

When he drew close enough, he saw that her hands at her sides were shaking. Hearing him move to her, she turned around this time. Her eyes were glistening with tears, and she appeared desperate.

“Do you still love me, Goku?”

Confused, his head slanted.

“Of course I love you. Why are you asking?”

His blunt, innocent response had the opposite effect one may have expected. The woman’s tears fell, and her eyes went to the floor.

“I…Goku…it’s been so long since you’ve been home. You were gone for seven years. Then, when you came from Other World to be in the Worlds Martial Arts Tournament, I was so happy. Even if it was just for a day, our family could be together again. But…”

Her voice gained more strength, but it was still dripping with emotion. She looked him in the eyes.

“Those Babidi and Buu monsters ruined everything. You fused with Vegeta, and I lost you again. Forever, I thought. Vegito looked close to you, but he wasn’t you. He was never you. And now…I have you back, finally. But it doesn’t FEEL like you’re back, Goku!”

Where was this going? He didn’t like it. Chi Chi looked to be at her wit’s end. It’s fortunate that Goten and Gohan were out; he could feel their ki out in the wilderness surrounding their house, likely gathering ingredients for their mother.

He didn’t want them to overhear this.

“What do you mean by that, Chi Chi?”

“…You feel distant, far away. Like you aren’t here at all, but you are! You’re here now, but I can’t help wondering if you still love me. After everything that’s happened…”

He had a brief flashback, of what _____ told him earlier.

‘I guess the both of them felt like they were losing Vegito, or more specifically, losing what was left of you and Vegeta. That must’ve scared them.’

Chi Chi’s question then made sense. The martial artist breathed in and out. Here goes with this mushy stuff again, he was never all that great with it, but for his wife…this type of mushiness was special. Deserved.

“Chi, if I didn’t love you, I wouldn’t be standing right here. Right now.” He stared down at her, speaking gently but with a level of conviction that had her knees go weak.

“I wouldn’t have had our sons with you. I wouldn’t have agreed to marry you…once I found out what marriage actually was.”

The woman suppressed a giggle. Goku reached out to take one of her hands in his own, virtually eclipsing it. Chi Chi immediately squeezed his palm, always loving how the callousness of his hands felt against her smooth skin.

“I know I’ve been gone for a really long time. I want to make up for all if it. Every day, every minute. I’m here to stay, Chi Chi.”

He has no plans of leaving again. The only reason he thought it would be best to stay dead after Cell killed him, was because it would help keep his family and friends safe. He’s been a magnet for trouble, and he was tired of letting it hit so close to home. Ironically, they did have peace on the planet for years, and as soon as he was back for one day…

His decision ended up being justified. But part of him still regrets it. He had no idea Chi Chi was pregnant with Goten at the time, and he missed seven years of the boy’s life so far. Chi Chi had to raise him all on her own, with Gohan lending whatever support he could as her firstborn. He had so much to make up for.

“Oh, Goku…!”

She jumped at him, and they met in a warm embrace. He held her tightly, and deeply inhaled, taking in her scent. It always had a soothing effect on him.

From afar, lingering in the kitchen’s entrance from outside, their sons watched quietly with wide smiles.

“…You haven’t forgotten what you promised me, right?”

“Hm? What was that?”

“You getting a job. I expect you to keep to your word, mister!” She wiped her dried tears away and poked him in the chest, glaring in a lighthearted way but he knew all too well that she was serious. Goku chuckled, and leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek, much to her pleasure.

“Don’t worry Chi. You know that I never break promises.”

[anadorablekiwi]

When One has No Impulse Control...

Word count: 1440

Summary: The chain and Harp are deposited in Wild’s Hyrule after a fight, directly onto Hateno Tower. Warriors, Harp, and Hyrule stay behind while the rest restock. Hyrule takes a much needed nap, and Warriors learns the struggles of keeping someone with zero impulse control safe. Fortunately for him, the situation gives him the opportunity to use an all-too-familiar method on someone else for a change. Tags: Crack, Humor Acknowledgements: @silvercaptain24 for allowing me to make their Fierce DAD-ity fics canon in my AUs, and the idea of using a scarf as a means of confinement. @telemna-hyelle for brainstorming with me and making this fic possible <3 Note: This is about my newest OC, Zelda Princess of Courage. I’ve decided her nickname is Harp! <3

It had been a rough battle, and all their healing supplies (and Hyrule’s energy) had been used on the more seriously wounded, leaving just a few minor scrapes and Harp’s sprained ankle. Hyrule tried to heal it for her, but she and Legend both refused to let him, stating ‘oh i’m used to sprained ankles, its nothing!’ and ‘we do Not need you healing yourself into a coma again,’ respectively. 

Not long after, another portal was discovered and it was agreed to go through it, hoping for a safer world than the Traveler’s where they could rest and restock. Their hopes were answered, sort of.

“What the-”

“Hey! My world!” the champion exclaimed excitedly. They all emerged from the portal, straight onto the top of the Hateno Sheikah Tower.

“Wild, where’s the nearest place we can stock up on supplies?” Wars asked, arm around Harp to help support her weight. 

“Easy, Hateno village is right there! But, uh, getting Harp there may be a bit of a challenge.”

“That’s alright, I can wait up here for you guys! I don’t mind at all.” She smiled innocently.

Wars could already feel a headache coming on. “I’ll stay too and keep an eye on her. Hyrule, would you like to take a nap up here and wait with us?” 

Hyrule, already falling asleep on Legend’s shoulder, shot up and nodded. “Sounds great,” he mumbled, then spread out his bedroll and immediately fell asleep. 

Time chuckled. “Alright, sounds like a plan. We’ll come back for you soon.”

•=|=====>

Harp sat down and pretended to be reading (Link had given her this book a while ago, but she doesn’t have the attention span to actually read unless he’s reading to her). Out of her peripheral vision, she kept an eye on the Captain. Him staying behind may make her plans a little harder, but she’ll still find a way.

Sure enough, he was foolish enough to believe she was actually contentedly reading, and he turned his back to look at the scenery visible from the tall tower. She took that as her chance and, as quietly as she could, placed the book to the side and stood, starting to make her way towards the glowing console in the center of the tower.

Now, she had heard a bit about these towers from Wild already. How, when he puts his slate in the console, the stone above will drip some blue magic liquid which instills his slate with a map and information of the area. She could still see some of that liquid on the stone, and was dying to see what happened when you lick it. 

She had made it all the way to the console and was sticking out her tongue when Warriors turned around. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” Quicker than the could register, he was by her side and holding her away from the console. 

“Aw come on! I was so close!!”

“Just WHAT do you think you are doing?”

“I’m TRYING to lick the magic juice, obviously.” She huffed and stopped trying for the stone, folding her arms across her chest. 

Wars sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why. do you want to lick the- ‘magic juice?’”

“It’s right there! And it looks soooo lickable! Aren’t you curious what would happen? If that stuff can instill Wild’s slate with an entire map of the area, what would happen if someone ingested it?” She shuffled to the side, trying to find a way around him.

“They’d get Very Sick, most likely. If not worse, so let’s Not test that out.” he shot his arm out, catching her and holding her back again. 

She broke out of his grasp and started looking for a different way to the juice. “Oh come on, what are you, a coward?” she made another unsuccessful dash for it.

“No, just someone with brains  who is not willing to risk a life just to find out what happens when someone licks ‘magic juice.’ Do you have no impulse control??”

“Nope!” she answered cheerfully, dashing another direction only to get caught by Wars again. (‘seriously, how are you doing this with a sprained ankle?” ‘oh i walk on sprained ankles all the time! This is nothing!’) “My Link is 99% of my impulse control. And he’s not here right now, sooo…” she stepped back, only to try and dodge under his legs.

He stopped her. “Seriously, stop. I’m not going to let you lick it, and you are clearly getting nowhere with this.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked, standing back and crossing her arms defiantly. “What are you gonna do, tie me up?” 

The captain got a dangerously gleeful glint in his eyes, and Harp’s own eyes widened in fear. 

“Uh, I didn’t mean- Wait no we can talk about this!” 

•=|=====>

The next thing she knew, Warriors had skillfully cocooned her with her own scarf, rendering all her limbs immobile. He propped her up against the console, then triumphantly sat down in front of her, legs crossed. “Checkmate.” 

She struggled against the confines, but to no avail. “Don’t think you’ve won just yet! I Will find a way to break out of this, you coward! Just let me go already! You may have trapped me but you can’t shut me up!” 

…

One of these days she’ll learn her lesson about taunting the person with more power than her in the situation. But, evidently, not today.

•=|=====>

The rest of the chain finally returned, Wild being the first one on the tower, closely followed by Time and the rest. Everyone froze upon noticing the scene, and to everyone else’s confusion, Time immediately doubled over laughing. 

The noise woke Hyule, who sat up and blinked sleepily. His eyes glanced over the crowd of heroes, settling on the squirming and fuming bundle of pink and purple. … Wait, what?

As it turns out, Warriors could, indeed, shut her up, and had gagged Harp with her own hat. He was currently sitting back leisurely, reading the book she had abandoned earlier and looking Very pleased with himself. 

Time was still unable to control his laughter, and Warriors shot him a look before closing the book and standing. “She asked ‘what are you gonna do, tie me up?’” 

“And why the gag?” Twilight asked, an eyebrow raised in question and concern.

Warriors shrugged. “She also told me ‘I may have trapped her but I can’t shut her up.’”

Legend did his best to suppress his own laughter, only doing marginally better than Time. 

Wild tilted his head to the side. “What was she even trying to do?”

Without thinking of possible consequences, Warriors answered honestly. “She wanted to lick the ‘magic juice’ off the stone to see what happens.”

Twilight’s eyes went wide and he shot Wild a warning glare. “Do Not get any ideas.”

Wild grinned. “Oh don’t worry, I already learned that lesson. Made me sick for two weeks straight, it was Not Fun. Totally worth it though.” 

“You did WHAT??” 

Harp finally wriggled free of her gag and stopped struggling against the scarf. “What did it taste like? Did it make you any smarter? Did it instill you with a ton of useful knowledge about the area?”

“It tasted like old books, ink, and disappointment.”

“How do you know what those taste like??” 

“Shush, don’t interrupt Twi. And unfortunately, it did not make me any smarter, just very sick. Still totally worth it though.” Wild grinned, eyes glittering with mischief. 

“You already said that,” Four pointed out, not even fighting his amused grin. Wild stuck his tongue out at him.

Time had finally gotten a hold of himself it seems, and had calmed his loud laughter to only small chuckles. “Well, I’m glad we were able to avoid that this time at least. Now, how about we take a look at that ankle of yours, Harp?” 

She nodded, then squirmed again. “Sure, sure, but can you let me out of the scarf first please?”

“Do you promise to not lick the sheikah podium?” Warriors crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

She sighed defeatedly. “Fine, I promise. My questions were all answered anyway.” 

Somewhat reluctantly, Warriors finally freed his reckless descendant, and they all made their way to Hateno Village without a hitch. As they walked up the hill towards Wild’s house, Harp walked up beside Wild and offered him a quiet fist bump, which he reciprocated. Twilight sighed in defeat, and Warriors was desperately trying to prevent Time from explaining just why it was so funny earlier.

Harp looked around and smiled. Found families really are the best.

•=|=====>

[agooberscanons]

Ok, so, mun to mun here. I’m rather curious as to where you found that Cell-Chi design. This is only because with that recent ask I sent about Chi-Chi possibly becoming her “perfect form” through slurping up Future 18 and 17, it makes me wonder if you would be interested in maybe commissioning artwork of that form. Idk, I’m just spewing thoughts out of my ass lmao

So, my friend made it because we were humoring the idea of making some Cell-Chi stories/sequences because it was our brain rot at the time. When it passed, I think I asked if I could use the design to play her on my own here and they said sure, so that's why she's here. (We don't talk about the brief time she was on another blog cuz I couldn't decide if she was basically an OC now or just a canon AU.)

As for that idea, that would probably be something I'd have to bring up with them and probably commission them for actually. I play Cell-Chi the way I do because it's specifically how I picture her and her vibes from that reference pic and other doodles they made for that time being. Of course, some of those other doodles have her being a little more silly and voracious, so ehehehe~.

But yeah, not a bad thought. Once I have a chance to speak to them about it, I'll see what the possibilities are like.

[franeridart]

Anon said:hey! would you be ok if i wrote a fic based on one of your jjk comics? one of the recent manga chapters make me think of it haha and i'm interested in exploring the idea a little further. ofc i'd link back to the comic if i do end up writing & posting it :)

I'm gonna assume this is about the comic about Gojo's birth making Geto stronger, and if that's the case then sure, go for it!! If I got it wrong tho can I ask you to please first tell me which comic we're talking about? I like to know these things before giving permission for them to be used as prompts!

Anon said:First of all, you are one of my very favorite artists and I love seing your art on my tl even tho we're into completely different things right now ❤❤❤ I was wondering if you didn't mind when someone writes things based on your fanart? Would it be okay if I wrote just a small little drabble inspired by that one pic of Erik braiding Serena's hair? I'd reference the picture and gift the fic to you on ao3 (and even tag you here, if that doesn't bother you). It's totally okay if you'd rather not, of course ! I hope you have a wonderful day !

SURE PLEASE DO!!! And if you could drop a link my way in case you were to post the fic, that'd be amazing!! I'd so SO love to read it and I'm worried I'd miss it by the ao3 tag alone ;A; gosh it makes me so happy one of my dqxi pieces could inspire you........... I'm gonna sob haha

Anon said:i mean this in the nicest way possible, ur icon/oc looks like Togaru Kamakiri from bnha

So I've been told! it's the problem of giving your ocs a green mohawk, it's kind of the only thing people notice about them

Anon said:What did horikoshi do to kiri and baku?? I’m caught up on the manga and v v curious what you mean by that :o or do you just mean how they don’t interact much (which i get)

Yeah yeah that's exactly what I'm talking about, it's definitely a problem I specifically have based on my way of engaging with my ships, but if I start shipping something because I like their canon relationship my understanding of the ship will always be based on how they are in canon, you know? So when, say, bakugou is in a coma and kirishima's just chilling in todoroki's room despite todoroki being relatively okay and other members of the class being by bakugou's bedside, it kinds of make me go "oh, I guess bakugou isn't that specifically important to kirishima, after all" which is a bummer for me since, as I said, my engaging with this ship is directly influenced by how they are in canon. Had I started shipping them as a couple I might have liked had they ever had more serious interactions (like I ship kamishin, or seromina! 90% of it is in my brain alone) I wouldn't have minded them not interacting anymore all that much, but since I began shipping them because canon had made them important to each other, the fact that they don't seem to be anymore makes me lukewarm about the ship at best

Anon said:Imagine Itadori plays piano but hasn't since becoming Sukuna's vessel. After months he comes across one during a mission. He sits down and starts idly warming up as he touches the keys and Sukuna appears and asks him what the hell is that. Sukuna has never seen nor heard a piano before Surprised, Itadori tells him and starts playing a song.

This is how Itadori learned that playing piano calms Sukuna. Something Sukunarefuses to admit.

Sweet!!! ;o; I wonder how a nice, calm sukuna would be? he's usually either sulking about or being destructive and unhinged, purring cat sukuna would be such a shock to yuuji hahaha

[nobody-knose--archive]

i’ve been aching to commentate spirit phone’s commentary for ages. glad i finally got around to it, this was an ejoyable experience. liveblog below the cut

-i'm like half certain i've heard this commentary before. maybe not the whole way through & it was probably actual years ago

-nice hearing stuff like this. in-depth personal view of the album-making process. makes it seem like more of a real thing i could do myself someday

-neil cicierega real person momence

-i could probably go real in depth about neil cicierega/tally hall parallels specifically concerning like. the arc of their musical careers. but i won't, here

-wild how i legitimately don't care much about micheal jackson

-didnt we get a bunch of spirit phone stems from the needlejuice release/his patreon? we could probably hear the funny track he speaks of here in that

-i love hearing musical artists, especially neil cicierega, talking about the meanings of their songs. like, not only has this song been claimed to hell & back by the tumblr gays, but with later ones i just can't see where he gets these ideas from. also, claiming there's any one meaning or plot to a song just seems silly to me

-shoutout to neil reusing a midi from like, 1998, that he made at 12 years old, whose entire melody was reused for the main verses of everybody loves raymond. loved finding that out on my own 2 years ago. now it's common trivia in this fandom. not bad times

-it'd be neat if neil did individual trans tracks here like he did with view monstel, those things are half of why i consider it my favorite album

-it's a lot easier to ignore the creator's intended meaning behind a song when he can't even remember it. thanks neil

-seesaw effect

-and there's my joke all but 1 of my followers wont get. moving on

-what kinds of movie theater lobbies has neil been to where there are arcade machines. i mean im not one to talk but that does sound rather strange

-why do songs' titles even need to be taken from the lyrics. ive never seen that as any sort of requisite. it's like titling any form of prose you can just give it whatever name ya like

-"this part sounds pretty cool right"

-is neil's vocal range only mildly better than mine? with training i could change that

-oh i haven't processed any of the last 25 seconds hold on

-god. a shit ton of vocal modification in this song. it's like neil returned to his roots but with quality this time

-i, as an ace/aro, have never related more to an allohet guy in my life. what is the point of eyes!

-professional humming/whistling takes skill. it's different from the recreational or casual stuff. i'd know

-there's a name for the way sound (especially music) gets distorted when moving past you and i can't remember it but it's probably what neil's referring to here in the way he recorded the intro

(- update: it's the doppler effect no need to tell me cas already did)

-as someone who hasnt seen the rugrats or take me there by blackstreet i'll just say it sounded like a bouncy music box melody. nice to hear a song that messes with the typical scales though. lydian & diatonic.

-that's a rather specific thing to be glad about, but given what he talked about in his last full audio commentary about the jew harp i suppose i'm not surprised

-i know that tmbg song now. listened to it & saw the music video too. yep they're different alright

-where the hell does neil get all these instrumence from anyway

-huh. hadnt heard this part of the commentary before making my oc concerning this song but i like to hear neil's approval concerning part of my interpretation

-i love how ive heard a billion different tellings of this mellified man story from lem dem fans talking about this song and neil's is by far the wildest

-good god that does only make it worse neil

-i love making liveblogs of lemon demon albums. with the fullerenes or tally hall i cant name a specific dude to take out my woes on generally but with lemon demon i can just say neil all the time. i like being on a casual first name basis with this dude ive never interacted with once ever

-is sweet bod the one other than cabinet man with a demo in the bonus tracks? i forget

-holy shit the boston molasses disaster someone call up soapy if it doesnt already know, it'd love this

-two thousand nine. god i miss the fiddle solo. the ver with it is truly the best one

-he pronounces it jeff? i've always read it as gef with a hard g. that's what i get for knowing words that are never spoken aloud

-that's a fun meta interpretation of this ghost story that's over a century old. i like that

-i've noticed neil generally does the same synths across a whole album. it's especially more clear in the earlier ones, and does mean i occasionally mix up songs between clown circus & live from the haunted candle shop

-ah! ancient aliens! my least favorite track on this album. i cant even claim to have the least interest in a popular one i've just generally not liked this one much from the beginning. so im curious to see what neil's got to say, i think ive been in ~new commentary zone for a while now

-anyway. newest update on the loolin not realizing a song's funky time signature front: i think this one's in 6/4. or at least switches a lot between time signatures. granted i dont listen to it very often for the reasons stated above

-see the way neil describes it. eldritch horror upon being visited by the unknown at a time when humanity'd hadn't even yet had a chance to imagine such a thing occurring. should be right up my alley. but the sound itself & many of the lyrics simply turn me away.

-must i specify i don't dislike it? spirit phone is neil's best album it not being my favorite doesn't mean i think it's bad yadda yadda nobody should be surprised by this it's not like anyone in these fandoms reads my liveblogs <3

-granted i think this is. the first bit of spirit phone content i've made on my blog ever. so who knows things can change <3

-the transitions in spirit phone are much less view-monster transition tracks & more extended outros. view-monster's were a bit more intro than outro sure but they also seemed directed upon making a 2-way rather than 1-way bridge between tracks. or something like that

-.............soft fuzzy man is an incredible nickname for a cat. i'd steal that if i werent afraid of introducing my relatives to lemon demon

-jirls

-an underlying metaphor is good enough. the literal side of the lyrics are fun. nothing but agreement here neil my good man

-the transition into as your father i expressly forbid it from soft fuzzy man is the best one in this album

-buddy you ask if a musical idea has been used before odds are the answer is yes in this day & age the question is has it been used in the way you're using it. like sure this soul jazz record from the 60s that was sold out in kansas stores for a week used this bassline that youve found yourself copying. but seeing as youre using it in some angsty garage rock ballad type tune does anybody actually care

-doesn't everybody like to say things in an unhinged manner from time to time

-imagine having a guitar dad, i say, with my dad being a folk accordion/fiddle dad, which is infinitely worse in every way

-i think he was in an actual folk band at some point. idk the 90s were weird

-iron my life?

-m-more intimate? there are a lot of ways i'd describe this song but intimate isn't one of them. granted as your father is negatively intimate so from there i guess you've got nowhere to go but up

-...still glad to see his interpretation kinda supports my oc at least

-the way he says characters in songs shouldn't worry about death really strongly makes me think this is some sort of. thematic continuation of stuck from dinosaurchestra, even if there's no real death in there. interesting. would also mean that the dad from these past 2 songs is named carlos betty (no last name)

-i literally never assumed this was a flute solo. piccolo at best. it's pretty clearly a recorder

-my mom plays the recorder. i wonder if she can play recorder better than neil cicierega

-we can throw a party in honor of the crushing weight of responsibility! i simply won't be the one throwing it because i have enough on my plate already <3

-what the hell does "a sense of intent" mean

-i've never heard rush before however i disagree with neil's understanding of 6/4. 6/4 is meant to have emphasis (onbeat or another term i can't remember) on the 1st & 4th beat of every measure, which is greatly different from a measure of 4/4 then a measure of 2/4. it's why his 5/4 always sounds weird, because while it's recognizable in sequences of 10/4, it's more 2 measures of 4/4 with one of 2/4 tacked on the end. that's also how it's different from 3/4. i don't know much music theory but what i do understand i will fight to the death about

-"canonized" that's. a very interesting term to use when referring to a former president

-from now on i will interpret every love song directed at some unseen "you" to be inviting me to marry them for tax purposes. thanks neil for being an aromantic icon

-ah hell yes hell yes man-made object is my favorite goddam song on this album

-short & sweet & good damn vibes. neil's thoughts on it all are only making it better

-wild how he uses very few vocal effects for a song that he clearly is straining his vocal range for. go off neil

-the qualifier of man-made is a wonderful thing. oldest or biggest thing? oldest or biggest man-made thing? what a incredibly important specification. a world of possibilities lie between the two. oh i love it

-just gets me thinking yknow! what we consider weird/impressive in another species, in our own species- what kind of equivalent to that would there be from an outsider looking in? are there alien versions of the significances we place upon things, that we could never imagine? the limits of the human imagination mean we could never conceive of something else in the world that isn't, in some way great or small, just like us- and are we wrong for thinking that? such a juicy topic i wish there were a name for it because it's kinda hard to explain concisely

-spiral of ants. my second favorite song from this album, in fact. a good one to experience

-the vocals are just another instrument. they really truly are. i wasn't going into this commentary expecting to feel solidarity for neil cicierega in this chili's tonight on more than one occasion but here i am.

-like, his whole stance on interpreting songs is something i agree with almost entirely. you can take it at face value, you can dig to their very depths, you can listen to songs without caring what the lyrics mean whatsoever, and those are all fun. & yeah while any of these people can be annoying as one of the types who enjoys gliding on the surface more than anything i find those who dedicate themselves to figuring out the whole meaning of a song over anything else to be both slightly scary & slightly annoying <3 keep up the good work

-i want to make songs for my siblings the way neil makes songs for his sibling(s)

-spinch

-neil really shouldn't be allowed to be this funny like this whole album youre thinking golly! he's just a normal man this neil cicierega! and then he starts listing the cat hacks jokes & you remember he's had ridiculously consistent viral success with all his humorous endeavors and holy shit it's neil cicierega in action talking about his music. god bless you neil

-you're welcome, no problem, my pleasure. good eveternoon, radio audience!

[danger-xylophones]

Family Reunion (Darth Maul x Reader) Pt. 1: Wild and a Quest

I had this idea and I thought it was fucking interesting and I wanted to write it

This will be in multiple parts as I made this first installment hecka long. Maul will soon be more heavily featured but for now, I just had to establish some stuff. 

Story summary: Reader reunites with Maul for the first time in twelve years and...the ex-sith lord gets a strange surprise.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, slow start

Notes: Female pronouns, an OC child

Current read, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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The roar of the ship as it took off was deafening despite you being housed in the cockpit. Instinctively, you reached up to cover your ears and closed your eyes as gravity shifted. You couldn’t wait to be in the vacuum of space; at least then gravity wouldn’t even exist. A gentle pat on your forearm was enough to make you open your eyes and look to the side. To your right was Wild, an eleven-year-old zabrak-human hybrid, the last piece of evidence you had of your life before all this. He was the symbol of your union with him. Wild was your son. 

The carmine-colored, half-dathomirian, barely-tattooed boy was looking up at you with sympathetic saffron eyes, he knew of your deep-rooted hatred for liftoff. Gently, you smiled at the boy to ease his worry and offered a soft pat on his head, careful to avoid the tiny horns protruding from his skull. Wild didn’t return it and instead opted to grab your hand off of his head to hold it in his own before focusing on the viewport. You deflated at that as your heart suddenly ached. 

Wild was so much like his father that it hurt you sometimes, not only in looks though (although he was practically his carbon copy) but in personality; proud, serious, and protective with a cunning unrivaled by anyone else on the outside but a soft-spoken, gentle, curious and sometimes anxious boy inside. It was hard to remember that he was eleven sometimes-not the adult he pretended to be and not your little baby boy that used to cling to your leg all day. You just wanted him to be a little boy who was free to dream, explore, and play as he pleased but it seemed the force would not grant you your one wish. Instead, it took his father away from you before he had even got the chance to know of the remarkable gift he’d given you. You did suppose that Wild’s predisposed traits that bound him so tightly to the father he’d never known were a blessing in disguise. It had always served as reassurance that if anything ever happened to take you away from Wild, he’d be fine on his own.

...His own. It was a thought you never liked to dwell on. Wild was born at a delicate time in your life. You were 21 when you learned you were pregnant with the baby of a sith-lord and the news had been...startling to say the least. It had occurred to you one day while you were preparing to face the Trials that your cycle had been off. Deeming it odd enough to warrant a visit to the medbay, you sought out one of the healers. You’d instantly wished that you had chosen a droid instead as it was soon revealed that you were two months pregnant. You had to feign ignorance about knowing of a father at all. It had worked for a time as the issue was immediately brought before the council who were all in various states of shock. The worst reaction, you remembered, was that of your master. But, the council did not kick you out like you were certain they would have had they known of the baby’s heritage. Instead, the council believed your lie-that there was no father. Of course, they believed it. You were Ki-Adi-Mundi’s apprentice, chosen specifically by him due to your, as he phrased it, “natural and strong alignment with the light side”. You were a model padawan who would never even think of breaking the code, let alone to this extent. Your training was put on hold for the time being as the council awaited the birth of your baby, some Jedi even began to wonder if the child would be the prophesied ‘chosen one’ (though Qui-Gon, most notably, believed otherwise). It was then that you knew that your time with the Jedi was up. You formulated a plan. Qui-Gon Jinn and his apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi, were being sent on a mission to Naboo to protect the queen. 

You begged your master to let you go with them as you had been cooped up in the temple for a whole month after the pregnancy announcement. Your master obliged, certain that no harm would come to you on the mission, and you were swift to join the grey Jedi and his stuck-up padawan. Your plan from there was to land on Naboo’s surface and disappear for a bit to get the Jedi off your back and to get in contact with him again. But, of course, that all went downhill and...you had seen your love be cut down by your fellow padawan. He wasn’t supposed to be there to your knowledge and now he was dead and you were still carrying his baby. Obi-Wan was swift to pick up on your anguish and even swifter to alert the council of your lies and treachery against the Order. You were ejected from the order and locked away in the temple prison to await the birth of your baby whereupon the Jedi would tear him away from you indefinitely. It would have been a fate worse than death for you. That is, had you not escaped and faked your death to get the Jedi off your back. 

Wild came soon after, being borne to a disgraced and presumed dead mother and a most definitely dead sith-lord father. Yet, you had done your very best to love him in every possible way as he had no other family besides you. 

It seemed that this was something your son was acutely aware of too as the young boy was fiercely protective of you just as you were protective of him. Case in point: the only other person in the room that could pose a threat-Wild’s own uncle, Saváge Opress. 

The seven-foot walking mountain of a zabrak had found you and your son on Tatooine whilst during one of your rare visits to the desert world. Your first meeting wasn’t pleasant. 

“You, woman, what is your name?” The low bass voice sounding from behind you would have been enough to make you run if not for the fact that your son was still in the store you had just left. Slowly, you moved your hand to one of your sabers concealed within the confines of your cloak before turning around. 

“Give me your name, dathomirian,” You spat at the goldenrod zabrak despite the fact he towered over you and could probably crush your skull with one hand, “and maybe I will give you mine.” 

He snarled, clearly displeased with the response but relented. “My name is Savage Opress.” 

You analyzed him for a moment, eyes raking up and down his form. He was big and strong and going by the saber hilt hooked on his belt, trained in the force. Was he a Jedi? Was he a sith? Had he been sent here to kill you? He was in for a surprise if he had. “Why are you speaking to me, Opress?” 

“You told me you would give me your name.” Savage growled, large hand landing on his saber. 

“No, I said that maybe I would.” You removed your lightsaber from your belt but ensured you kept it hidden from view. 

“I don’t have time for your games, woman.” 

“That makes two of us, good day, sir.” You hissed and turned to walk away, intent on looping around and meeting up with Wild to get off this miserable planet. However, that wouldn’t happen right now as your ears soon met with the distinctive sound of a lightsaber igniting. With an agitated sigh, you whipped out your own weapon and spun around just in time to meet your attacker; green blade clashing with red. Sith. Most likely his master’s new apprentice.

Savage was strong, physically, but you could feel that he was weaker in the force than you. That would be your only hope; let the force guide you while he relies on his own physical prowess. You met the male zabrak strike for strike, each one threatening to knock you off your feet with the force Savage fought with. The fight was grueling and you could feel the rustiness in each spin and block-you only ever used your lightsaber when training your son-and as it went on, one thought became abundantly clear; you weren’t going to win like this. You had to figure out a way to make the mountain stand still. Thinking on your feet, you fell back before taking a running start at Savage. You feinted to the right and used the wall to boost yourself over the behemoth of a man, twirling as you went until you landed behind him and shot a well-aimed kick to the back of one of his knees. The move was meant to bring Savage down to your level so you could cut his head off but when the blow landed, nothing happened. Startled, you froze which would prove fatal. 

Savage spun around and grabbed your ankle in one hand before roughly swinging you into the wall. The air was driven from your lungs as you felt your back connect with the sandstone of the building behind you. Savage released you, allowing you to crumple to the ground as you fought to breathe. You were granted little reprieve though as soon Savage was stooping down and roughly lifting you by your neck in one fist. Your feet kicked lamely at your attacker in your struggle for survival as your nails clawed at the back of Savage’s hand. 

“I’ll ask one more time, what is your name?” Savage growled low in his throat and tightened his grip. 

“Will you let me live?” You coughed out, looking Savage dead in the eyes which briefly reminded you of your son’s. Your son. You had to stay alive for him. 

“Maybe, if you are who I am looking for.” 

It seemed that that was as good a chance as any.

“Y/n, my name’s Y/n.” Savage’s necklace suddenly glowed an eerie blue and you were prompted to ask your next question. “Wha-What do you want with me?” 

“I’m looking for someone-my brother. I was told that you knew him, jedi.” 

Electing to ignore the incorrect title, you continued to talk. Maybe, if you lowered his guard, you could still make it out of this alive. “I know a lot of people but not a lot of them are zabraks.” Savage’s eye ridge quirked up in questioning. “But...if it’s who I think you’re looking for-he’s dead. Killed by Obi-Wan on Naboo twelve years ago.” 

“That’s what I was told too-but I have cause to believe he is still alive and I was told that you would be the one to help me find him.” 

No...impossible. “You’re....you’re a liar!” You screamed at the zabrak. “I watched him die! He’s dead-he won’t come back-he can’t come back no matter how much I-” 

“Mom?!”  A familiar pre-pubescent yet soft voice cut you off. Immediately your attention, as well as Savage’s, were on Wild who stood at the mouth of the alley with saffron eyes that blazed like molten lava. He had never looked more like his father than in that moment.

Savage looked at you, confusion and something else (regret maybe?) all over his goldenrod face. “Mo-?”

“Wild, run!” You cut Savage off and gathered enough strength to curl in on yourself and strike Savage in the face with both feet. The zabrak released you at once and you fell to the ground unceremoniously before summoning your lightsaber to you. Not wasting time, you ignited it and dove at Savage, ready to make him pay for his filthy lies. Savage was quick, though, and managed to block your blow with his own sword. However, what neither of you expected was for a second contender to join the match in the form of Savage’s nephew and your son wielding your old blue lightsaber. “Wild, I told you to run!”

“You also told me to never run from a fight!” The little boy shot back, pressing down with all the strength he had. Stubbornness. That was another trait inherited from his father and enhanced by your own strong will. With a roar, Savage launched both of you back, sending you to the ground and your son flying. You watched as his little body collided with the same wall you had been smacked against minutes ago and nearly lost it. Channeling all your anger, you reared on Savage and pushed him back with the strongest force push you could muster before immediately running over to your son. He had sat up and was clutching at the back of his head where you noticed a small cut. You were going to kill Savage; brother-in-law or not. 

“Wild, when I tell you to ‘run’, think of it as a tactical retreat. And for the record, I told you to know when to run from a fight.” You reprimanded quickly as you picked your son up and ushered him behind you. The two of you began to back away as Savage struggled to his feet. The two of you were almost to the entrance of the alley when the zabrak got a hold of his senses. 

“Y/n, wait, please.” Savage began, sheathing his lightsaber and holding out a hand to you in surrender. His yellow eyes flickered between your son and yourself, guilt prominent in his features. You found yourself pausing. “I know you do not believe me-”

“No, I don’t and frankly, you have given me no reason to. If...if Maul was alive, I would have found him.” You spat in anger at the arrogance of this zabrak. Did he think that you hadn’t searched? Did he think that you hadn’t cared for him? Did he not see the disproof standing behind you? 

“But you did not have the magicks of Mother Talzin.” Savage’s voice was soft now as he tapped the talisman around his neck. 

You were struck silent at that. He was of course correct-you hadn’t had the aid of his people. With a heavy sigh, you rose out of your defensive position and sheathed your lightsaber, much to the surprise of the two males. “Wild.” Your voice was soft, caring, and you could feel your progeny’s confusion as if it was your own. “Take everything to the ship. I’ll be there in a minute.” Wild hesitated for a moment and you expected to get some attitude later but for now, he just softly handed your second lightsaber to you and stalked off after sending a final glare at Savage. 

“Alright, you have my attention, Savage. What do you need?” You asked in a steely voice. 

“Everything you knew about my brother.” 

From there, the three of you had begun your search. Savage had explained his story and you had explained yours (he was almost overjoyed to know that he had a nephew). However, you both agreed that, for now, you wouldn’t tell Wild who Maul actually was in relation to him. This meant that Wild didn’t know that Savage was his uncle which led to the current distrust you were witnessing now. You hated not telling Wild but you didn’t want to give him hope that his father was alive to then rip it away from him when Savage’s wild goose chase proved to be just that. Now, you were riding in a cargo ship on your way to the trash planet, Lotho Minor.

You had landed a few minutes ago after Savage took control of the ship and were now faced with a dilemma. Did you go with Savage or stay in the ship with your son?

“Wild,” Savage’s booming voice called the young boy’s attention to him, however resentfully, “Stay with the ship. Your mother and I will explore.” 

“No.” Wild snapped immediately with a glare as his hand tightened around your own till his sharp nails started to dig into your skin. You sighed softly and turned to your son. 

“Wild, I’ll be fine. Savage won’t hurt me. Protect the ship, sweetheart, we’ll be right back.” You placed a soothing hand on the side of his face. His little red face grew more grave. He didn’t trust Savage, plain and simple. You wrinkled your nose at him before placing a peck on his forehead and pulling him into a smothering hug. “You worry too much, little man.” The boy protested at the display and loosely pushed you away but you had done your job as Wild seemed much more on board with the idea. “We’ll be right back. Don’t let anyone else on board, got it?” 

Wild sighed with an eye roll. “Yes, mother.” His tone was annoyed but, having raised the boy, you knew he was only exaggerating his feelings. You placed yet another peck on your son’s forehead and gently pinched his carmine cheek before striding over to Savage who had watched the whole interaction. Neither of you spoke until you were outside. 

“You’re good with him.” Savage piped up suddenly, his low bass a welcomed contrast to the wind whipping through the heaps of garbage. 

You were taken aback. For all the times Wild had been brought up in conversation with the older zabrak, your skill in parenting was never mentioned let alone complimented. “I should hope that I would be,” you began, uncertain where you were going with this, “I am his mother.” 

Savage made a funny noise in the back of his throat that prompted you to look up at him. “I-I just meant that…you’re...different than the nightsisters. They...they didn’t care if they had a boy.” Ah, the nightsisters. The infamous clan of witches that had bought and traded your unofficial husband long ago and continued to do with Savage. You prompted Savage to elaborate as you two began to walk. “They cared if they had a girl as she would stay with their clan but...if it was a boy, he was sent to us to be subjected to the same fate as so many men before us.” Savage’s eyes were clouded in thought as he relieved what was probably some awful memory. “It’s strange to see a boy be cared for is all.” 

“Dathomir sounds...awful. I can’t imagine what you went through, Savage.” You dared to lay a hand on his forearm, making the zabrak halt in his tracks. “But...but if Maul isn’t...but if Maul isn’t here to be found, you could have a place with us.” You smiled gently. “You are family, Savage. I see it and I’m sure Wild will see it as well.” 

Savage’s other hand came up to rest on the hand on his arm. There was a genuine smile on his face, for once. “Thank you, Y/n.” With a dip of your head, you resumed your walk. “Y/n?” Only to be stopped by the questioning lilt in Savage’s voice. “I never asked, how did you and Maul ever meet?” 

A wistful smile dared to dash across your face as your mind’s eye immediately conjured up the image of the stunning ruby red zabrak you’d come to love so dearly. “That, my dear brother, is quite the story...”

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Next ->

[marisandini-chu-blog]

BRUCE WAYNE NEEDS MORE FRIENDS!!!

Okay... IDEAAAAA!!!

So... I’ve been binging batman and batfam fics and posts because I would die for them (but who doesn’t?) and it suddenly occurred to me that our favorite emotionally constipated person Bruce Wayne... doesn’t have a lot of friend.

Specifically, he doesn’t have a lot of civilian friend.

The only person I know I’m aware he’s closely acquainted was Harvey Dent and... well... you guys know what happened.

So yeah it made me crave to give this walking trauma of a man for some friend that actually has common sense other than Alfred and would willingly interact seemingly among the Batfam.

Kiran Devabhaktuni is one example of a marvelous OC by audreycritter (@agent-skulldrey) that I wish was canon because good God that family needs more than doctor than just Leslie and puts up none of Batman’s shits and is like a brother to Bruce. Gosh dammit I can’t get enough of him! If you don’t know him, check out Cor Et Cerebrum. Beautiful fic.

But come on, can’t Bruce have more friends in his life that’s not in one part of his life!!! C’mon DC!!! Give us some good stuff!!!

Alas, as I lament about this unfortunate circumstances, I decided to make him a friend and share it with you guys.

I’m gonna be upfront and say the OC I had in mind is just a copy-paste of Erin Gruwell with a twist. If you don’t know, go watch, read, or simply google Freedom Writers because I cried the whole day because of them.10/10 totally recommend because good God, there’s nothing more inspiring than children in bad situation manage to reinvent themselves to be better than what society believes them to be.. Which makes me think... what if there’s a Gotham!FreedomWriters and my mind began to race of this idea. 

The OC basically has similar background with Erin Gruwell, from the good part of Gotham or Bristol, who only ever been outside looking in at the criminal-ridden city. Faced with kids with difficult home life, traumatized, practically homeless, believing they live a life of war because they need to be affiliated with a gang to survive. She then learned about the wrong preconception she has on these troubles kids and decided to help them by teaching them tolerance, compassion, and understanding through writing and assigning books they could empathize and IT WORKS!!!

How does Bruce Wayne comes into this? 

Well... in the book, it was told Erin work together with a millionaire who offered a lot of charity that helps and support these kids and Erin’s teaching plan. Such as giving them computers to write a book, funding a field trip that helps them meet the Holocaust survivors, even offering these kids work and scholarships once they graduate. Someone that some of the kids of the class admits that they see him as a father figure because the ones they had were shitty. 

See where am I going with this? 

If you say, more Robins, no! Absolutely not. Bruce isn’t adopting any of them. I’m aware Bruce has a problem but NO! 

So here’s how I imagine their meeting would be. 

OC works part-time in a hotel belong to Bruce because the school was being stingy in borrowing out books for the “Special” class that admits kids with records or from low-income family as part of a charity program or something. So OC has to work to buy her class new and relevant books that would interest her students.

There was a gala, she was a waitress, and for some reason or another she meets Bruce and they start talking. What did they talk about? I have no idea. This is still the concept phase guys. I don’t know everything from about my own brainchild.  

Now, I know that sounds like meet-cute first meeting, but I want to emphasize the fact I want them to be BEST FRIENDS!  It’s possible they might have a relationship in the distant future but if they were, it would be base on the fact they were best friends first and foremost! Which make their bond that strong. 

Not to mention that OC is an English teacher so imagine if Jason Todd-Wayne, English nerd Robin extraordinaire, be in her class among all the other kids from the worst part of Gotham. Jason would be the OC’s pet teacher and OC would be Jason’s favorite teacher ( but to be fair, in this scenario, she’s everyone’s fav teach). Jason love her so much ,he wanted to be an English Teacher that can help people like OC. And Jason would actually have civilians friends he could relate and rely on instead of being an outcast among other rich friends.  

So when parent-teacher conference was underway. All the other parents didn’t come because they’re either shitty or too busy earning money to live. Imagine Bruce being the only parent arriving to find the waitress from his hotel. And because Bruce is Batman and Batman is curious as the deepest depth of hell itself, he might be curious of why a teacher from one of the most well-paid school would overwork with a double job. Especially when Bruce-secretly-a-helicopter-parent-Wayne notice the body-tells OC made when she lied about the reason when asked. 

So of course he checks, this is his son’s teacher, he needs to know there’s nothing sinister going on. 

Which led to him finding out about the fresh books that wasn’t assigned by the school, which led to him supporting her endeavor without her overworking herself because apparently she has THREE jobs just to support her one job as a teacher. Which made Bruce thinks “WTF, and I thought I’m a workaholic.”

Anyway, when the two work together they shared a deep understanding of trying to make Gotham a better place. They’re both from the good part of Gotham or Bristol  who has limited understanding about living a life in actual Gotham, just knowing that it’s a bad place. Both want to better the place, Bruce through charities and OC through her teachings. Both saw there’s hope and second chances for people of Gotham and willing to fight for it in their own way without giving up. As well as their effort to help helpless children.  

Bruce later admired greatly and respect OC because Bruce has help people both as a Wayne and as Batman, but the same as her class, Bruce finds hope in her method that by teaching compassion and tolerance, people (especially children) can change to be a better persons and live a better life. That life in Gotham isn’t one way ticket to hopelessness because of where you’re born. Not only that, but for OC to persist being kind and compassiom despite reading and seeing the cruelty Gotham has to offer.

I imagine Bruce showed his Brucie Wayne persona at first, but grew more and more lax as time passed. They both love Jason so they would bond from talking about him and Bruce might actually have a friend he can ask advice in regards to parenting. With Bruce being "Urgh, kids, you know?" And she's like, "Oh please, tell me more of your one troubled kid with my 150 one."

OC also becomes comfortable to talk about her grief of her dead mother, the divorce she recently settled, and just hangs out with Bruce. The struggle to not be jaded by the things she reads her students had to suffer. Because OC isn't only kind by nature, but she's kind by choice.

Now, in Freedom Writers the class was assigned to write a diary everyday. Including Jason. Imagine if you will, when Jason died. OC gave Bruce Jason’s diary for his birthday, and stayed. Imagine Bruce having someone to share their grief with someone who understands other than Alfred. Imagine the Freedom Writers gave a tribute to Jason on their graduation because they love him and know he would have been valedictorian had he been alive and Bruce cried for the first time since he held Jason’s dead body. 

I have other ideas relating to OC but it’s more Jason’s perspective. Let me know if you want to read more of what I have in mind because I’ve word vomit enough. 

[zarathelonewolf]

Currently writing the first two chapters of my KNY AU... They're about the main OC, Masako, and how she exactly became a Demon Slayer. I'm gonna spoil you something: it wasn't really easy for her, since she was her father's only daughter, and he became more protective of her when he came back from a mission so gravely injured that he had to retire and become a cultivator: she had always trained with him before that moment and listened to his stories, and although he already knew the dangers of the profession his daughter wanted to choose... the dangers of the path he had chosen and that she wanted to follow... he had let her passion for training fester. That was because she was already showing some form of propensione for the Stone Breathing, which her father was expert of.

However, after his injury, even if he did let her train on her own as he occupied himself by training other apprentices as cultivator, he forbid Masako from ever becoming Demon Slayer: she could still train for leasure, or as a hobby, but now that Ryu (her father) had lost both his friends, an arm and a leg in his last mission, he really didn't want her to end up the same way he had.

Just like Hinata, one of Ryu's trainees, had told Masako one night before going to bed, when she asked him why Ryu didn't want to send her to a possible death but was OK doing so for other young promises... Ryu's only crime was loving her too much, and worrying like every parent would have in his shoes.

She rebels, one night, by taking his father's kusarigama while he sleeps and letting her frustrations go in the forest, using the weapon to create a whole opening among the trees. She knew the first forms of Stone Breathing by self-taching and observation of her father, so the devastation was pretty heavy. She was seen by Kaito, the apprentice Ryu was training at the time, and then scolded by her father and never allowed to train anymore... Not even in her free time, or with a staff, like she had done until her rebellion. He did so because he realized that, to keep her truly away from the world of Demon Slayers, he had to use a firmer hand. He ignored her when she started to try and make amends in the days afterwards, and the Masako Ryu had known until then started to fade: she treated him with immense but cold respect, tried busying herself by doing more "feminine" activities and spending more time with her mother instead of her father, didn't ask him for stories or stare at his training with apprentices anymore... she interacted much, much less.

Ryu realized that he had done something wrong: he had lit a fire in his daughter ever since she'd been eight by letting her train with him, and now that he had lost so much and retired and that she had grown up to fourteen years, in his attempts to shield her, he had severed a strong bond and turned her world upside down. He remembers her last words after the forest incident: she had said, utterly devastated, that the embers in her heart would never truly be set ablaze and that they would have never burned anything worthwhile... That all her efforts in the end were for nothing, and that she would have changed nothing through them.

Ryu, at some point, grows tired of the atmosphere and follows Kaito's suggestion: he writes to his old Sensei, his cultivator, Fukunaga. Since Fukunaga's style isn't to text back, he pops out in front of Ryu's house with his eagle to pay him a visit.

Fukunaga listens carefully to his former apprentice, then asks him to see his daughter and allow her to show him what she was truly capable of.

After examining Masako's performance, Fukunaga has a loooong talk with her father. Since he was affectionate towards his students, former and present, but didn't let it cloud his judgment, he concludes that it would be infinitely better for Masako to become a Demon Slayer instead of letting her fade away, and that if Ryu would keep being immovable, Fukunaga would have trained her himself, to ensure the hardships of her life as a Demon Slayer would be lightened by solid experience, training, and validation. He also observed that it would be wiser for him to contact "an old friend of his" to teach her the basics of Wind Breathing: she wasn't totally compatible with Stone Breathing, and the imput of Wind Breathing could allow her to develop a Form that would be perfectly fit for her: it wasn't the first time Fukunaga attempted joint training with another cultivator in tow.

He gives Ryu a week to decide, and then he leaves, after sparing an encouraging look to both father and daughter.

I bet you already know where this is going: Ryu allowed her to follow Fukunaga, and she swore to him that she would have come back after her eventual Selection, and every mission, to reassure him that she was alright.

During her training, which goes on until she's 16, she fuses Stone and Wind Breathing creating Diamond breathing: it uses two swords, one bigger than the other; the bigger one is used to charge the enemy, as shield even, and for the heavier strikes. The lighter one is used for feints, and strikes that require speed and precision. Trust me: it was incredibly wonky when she first developed it, and Fukunaga and Igarashi (her cultivators) had discouraged her idea in the beginning, but as unstable as her first version of the style was, she survived the selection...splendidly,might I add, even getting herself a friend.

She becomes Pillar when she's 18,almost 19,after destroying a draconic demon on her own: a Lower Moon that swam noisily and messily in a river, making it flood often and becoming the doom of the nearby villages. She gained three ugly scars on the left side of her face, maiming her left cheek and her chin,and one on her back, but her smile stayed just as fierce and her eyes never wavered, even if one of them was milky and her smile looked scary as hell because of the wound; she was lucky she didn't loose mobility of that side at all. Her Hashira alias is Diamond Pillar, from her now almost perfected Breathing Style. She makes best friends with the old Stone Hashira and the Shadow Hashira. Shadow Breathing, for those curious, derives from Wind and Water Breathing: his main holder bonds with Masako because their styles both developed by fusing two already known techniques, and the Stone Hashira respects her efforts. Shadow breathing will become lost in the Canon era because of his holder's misterious death; don't worry, he isn't the one that has the demon friend. He dies while on spy duty: he had infiltrated Douma's Cult, and Masako is sent there with his tsuguko as replacement of the Shadow Pillar... The same mission in which her tsuguko will lose his humanity, and immediately rebel Douma's influence out of pure spite and conviction, saving some prisoners and his teacher in the process.

Masako sees the Stone Hashira retire and leave the spot to Gyomei Himejima (19 years old) when she is 23,and gets her own tsuguko when she is 26: her tsuguko, Kai, is extremely bubbly and optimist to a fault, and she has become more serious with age, but they get along nevertheless.

She is 29 and he is 17 when they investigate the Shadow Hashira's disappearance in Douma's cult and Kai becomes a Demon.

When they are far away from Douma's clutches and sure that he isn't interested in the pursue anymore, Masako has to make a tough choice: but even if her tsuguko agrees with her that she has the duty to kill him and offers himself to justice, she chooses to spare him in the end. She tells him to regain his optimism, because his rebellion has shown her that he would be on the Demon Lsayers side no matter what, and he was still fighting his new monstrous instincts as they spoke, so there was still plenty of humanity in his heart.

In her report, she writes that Kai was lost when they evaded Douma's Cult because he covered her escape with the civilians, and that other infiltrations of the Cult were discouraged.

She spends a whole year helping her former tsuguko, hidden in a cave close to her very narrow den, manage his cravings for human flesh with every method immaginable: she fed him wild animals, exercised in meditation, and allowed him to sleep much more once she understood that it would inhibit the stronger fits of hunger. She neglected her duties as a result, worrying her colleagues, especially the very perceptive Gyomei. They were already suspicious because her report had, um, "plot holes" so to speak, but they had dismissed them believing that it was hindered by her recent loss. It was the other reason they gave to her difficulty of going on missions... But they became flabbergasted when, at 30 years old, she disappeared. Like, just, poofed out of existence. She didn't participate to an Hashira meeting, and the now super-worried Himejima charged himself with the duty to check out her den and ensure that she was alright.

When he entered, he immediately felt the stench of human blood, and... and of a Demon. He had touched the walls and the floor, and realized they were caked with blood: there were no plot holes that time, a fight had happened. Her den had been well hidden, but a Demon had clearly managed to get there. He didn't find a corpse anywhere, not even in the area around the narrow house in the mountains, and using his hyper-sensitivity, he had concluded that Masako had likely been killed a week before... and none of them had noticed. Not even finding her crow, he stopped his investigation and called an emergency meeting, explaining his findings.

Little did they know, Masako had realized that she couldn't hide anymore and that they may have found out about Kai's condition, so she had to enact a fake death: she made Kai use some of his Blood Demon Art to give the feel of a demon's attack, and wounded herself on her forearms and her shoulder, not fatally, but she still splashed the blood on the walls, and then ran away with Kai. She also let him destroy some trees and rocks of the place, and part of her house.

Kai would, again, beg her to kill him, because he still somehow saw himself as an hindrance, a burden, that she had to bear and that had led her to abandon her higher responsibilities. It was his fault that they were on the run, and with an unknown future, now.

Masako, though, is adamant: she chose to stay by his side out of her own volition and following the evidence that he was still human deep down and that his demonic instincts wouldn't win anytime soon, so his condition could be managed. She tells him that they can still fight the un repenting demons without necessarily being Slayers, and that they had new options to reconsider: all the while, they would stand by each other.

Kai is finally convinced. He lets out a roar and he finally curses Douma and Muzan by yelling their names, without dying in the process: thus confirming that he has fully severed his connection to the two, and Muzan's Name Curse doesn't bind him anymore. Kai then follows Masako.

So... For those of you that have gotten until this point: congratulations.

This is, at the moment, Masako and Kai's story. Know that they will meet the rebellious demons later during their self exile,and they still slay bad demons on their own as the White Spirits, two vigilantes.

They will meet the Slayers in the Canon age, when Masako is 34 and Kai is... Um... Oh geez.

How old would he be? 25,maybe,but since he is a demon... I dunno, is it really important?

Remember, this is FANON MATERIAL. THE ORIGINAL WORK IS GOTOUGE-SENSEI PROPERTY, KIMETSU NO YAIBA, AND I CLAIM IT IN NO WAY. MY FANFICTION AND FANARTS ARE NON PROFIT, AND I OWE THE INSPIRATION TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR.

See ya!

[lyranova]

A Good Night for Eavesdropping

Hi guys~! So I did it, I actually wrote something lol its a short story for my OC Neva. I thought this would maybe be a good test run before I tried writing canon characters or fanfiction stories. Hopefully its good, I haven’t written in five years so I apologize if it isn’t very good. Also, this came out more angsty than I intended. So for some context this takes place before the Magic knights entrance exam, I hope you guys enjoy~! 😊

Genre: Maybe angst

Word Count: 1,206

Warnings; Language, Some self doubt, also slight angst

It was hot. Too hot. Neva could never sleep when it was this hot, it almost felt like the weather was trying to suffocate her or something. ‘What time is it?’ She wondered as she looked out the window next to her bed, it was likely around midnight if she were to guess. Neva had been tossing and turning ever since she had gone to her room and tried to sleep; but she knew what some of her problem was. She was restless. The Captain hadn’t sent her out on a mission for nearly two weeks and she was beginning to develop cabin fever. Neva at first thought maybe the Captain was giving her a well deserved rest; but after three days of not being sent anywhere she began to grow concerned. ‘Have I done something wrong? Did I screw up the last mission somehow?’ Were the first thoughts that ran through her mind.

Growing tired of letting her mind race, Neva threw her blankets off and opened her window. She sighed in relief as a cool breeze swept through and she already began to feel a lot better. Neva rested her arms against the window sill and just stared out over the grounds of their headquarters, she had felt very lucky to have made it into what was considered the strongest squad in the Clover Kingdom. Most people would kill to be where she was, and yet she didn’t feel satisfied with her place in the squad. Neva didn’t just want to be a member of the Golden Dawn she wanted to lead the Golden Dawn. Eventually. That was her goal; to become the Captain and lead the squad just like their current Captain has. But first she had to work her way up through the ranks and in order for that to happen, she needed to be sent out on missions and do well.

Neva was startled out of her thoughts as she saw a flicker of orange out of the corner of her eye. It was a lantern. She sat up straight as she looked down, there wasn’t only just one lantern but two. ‘What are they doing out so late?’ She wondered as she leaned forward slightly, all she could make out was two mens silhouettes before the light of the lanterns illuminated their faces. It was Exto and Lumis, ‘Oh that’s right; they went out on a mission this afternoon.’ She sighed in relief as she suddenly remembered that fact, she had been so consumed by her thoughts she had nearly failed to notice anyone from the squad was missing. Neva made a mental note to never let that happen again.

“ Geez that mission was a pain in the ass.” Lumis’ voice traveled up to Neva’s window, she wasn’t one to eavesdrop but she was genuinely curious about their conversation.

“ I agree. But someone had to do it and the Captain seemed to think you and I were more than capable to handle it.” Exto’s deep voice boomed, even if her window was closed Neva was sure she could still hear Exto speak. Neva swore she could almost see Lumis’s eyes roll at his answer.

“ Yeah but it would’ve been a lot easier if we had someone like Neva with us.” Lumis looked over at Exto. “ Why hasn’t the Captain sent her out on any missions recently anyway?”

“ I don’t know. But I’m sure the Captain has his reasons.” Was Exto’s short reply, Neva huffed in annoyance. Of course he wouldn’t know, the only person that would possibly know were the Captain and the Vice Captain. Suddenly the lanterns stopped moving, she could see what appeared to be Lumis turn toward Exto.

“ What’s her deal anyway?” Exto hummed at the question, almost like he was confused. “ I mean, she’s cold. She’ll only go out on solo missions, she doesn’t hardly speak to anyone, does anyone even know anything about her other than what type of magic she wields?” Lumis finished exasperated. Neva watched him visibly relax, as though a weight had been lifted off his chest. It was a long minute before Exto replied.

“ So?” Was his curt reply, both Neva and Lumis were shocked at Exto’s bluntness. “ She’s a private person. Just because someone doesn’t want to share their entire life’s story, like you, doesn’t make them a bad person. If Neva wants you to know about her life, than she’ll tell you.” Exto began to walk again after finishing his sentence while Lumis gaped at him like a fish out of water.

“ I-I don’t share my entire life’s story with everyone!” Lumis shouted, and a snort was his reply. He huffed indignantly before continuing, “ I guess what I’m saying is, I don’t like her, I don’t trust her, and apparently I’m not the only one. How could I trust someone who doesn’t even want to get to know anyones names?” Neva’s heart sank at this, ‘But, I do know your name Lumis. I know everyone's name.’ If anything that was one thing she made sure she did, she made sure to commit every single persons name to memory.

Exto stopped to look at Lumis, a thoughtful look on his face, as though he were weighing his words. “ You don’t have to like her. But I would recommend trusting her-“ He held up his hand as Lumis began to interrupt. “ Neva is one of the strongest in this squad, which you have admitted. I would rather have her fight alongside me than against me. Besides, if the Captain trusts her than so do I.” Exto began walking again and Lumis slowly followed. Neva decided it would be best if she closed her windows and stopped eavesdropping.

Neva sat with her back against her head-board and began to think. ‘So, that's what everyone thinks of me? That I’m cold?’ A part of her felt disheartened at the thought that some of her squad mates felt like she didn’t care about them, that she couldn’t be trusted to watch their backs. But at the same time that's what she wanted; she wanted them to stay at a distance. There was a reason Neva didn’t let anyone get close, she refused to lose anyone she was close to ever again. Her heart couldn’t take that kind of pain again. So it was best for everyone if she kept herself closed off, or at least in her mind it was. ‘It’s better this way.’ She concluded with a nod of her head, ‘It’s the only way to keep myself and everyone safe! But-‘ a small voice in her head spoke. ‘Is it really keeping anyone else safe? I mean, from what I can tell, the only one it’s keeping safe is you.’ Neva shook her head forcefully, she knew it was her conscience speaking but right now she really didn’t feel like listening to it.

With a quiet sigh, Neva laid back down in her bed and closed her eyes, deciding it would be in her best interest to get some sleep. After all, the magic knights entrance exam was tomorrow, she silently wondered if they would receive any new recruits.

Again I apologize if its not that good, but thanks for taking the time to read it and I hope you have a good day 💕~!

[innytoes]

Self-Insert January: Let’s Go Steal A Protégé

Yes I did write a self-insert fanfic of my own fanfic. Most of this was written in December and then um, January happened. This takes place December, probably before Christmas (and is obviously not canon).

Happy Self Insert month!

Being with Leverage, Jamie had seen a lot of weird stuff. Done a lot of weird stuff, too. But all the breaking into highly classified places and museums and pretending to be a circus performer and jumping off the Eiffel Tower did not prepare them for the magic portal that opened up in the ceiling of the Leverage Offices, or the lady that fell through it.

Luckily, their startled yell had summoned an Eliot, which meant that if this was the beginning of an intergalactic space war or some kind of mutant criminal rival of Parker’s, Team Leverage was going to come out on top.

Except Eliot actually put away his knife and greeted the lady, who struggled out of the squashy purple beanbag chair she landed on. “Hardison, Parker, Inny’s here!” he called.

“What the hell is an Inny?” Jamie asked. Was it a species of alien? Was Hardison’s Doctor Who obsession because they literally knew The Doctor? Honestly, it wouldn’t really surprise Jamie.

“I the hell am an Inny,” Ceiling-Lady said, before gasping and pointing at them. Which was concerning, to say the least.

“That’s Inny,” Hardison said, coming into the office and handing the lady one of Jamie’s Mountain Dews. Rude.  “She’s from a darker timeline and drops out of the ceiling once or twice a year to catch up. And get inspiration for her fanfiction. Apparently we’re like, a TV show over there. What’s up, girl?”

“Is that why nobody is allowed to move the beanbag chair?” Jamie asked. They had thought it was some weird Parker thing. Or perhaps that it was on top of some kind of secret trap door to Hardison’s BatCave or something. They ignored the part about the fanfiction and the TV show. That was too Truman Show to think about. Though their brain was already going over actors they’d cast as the team. Eliot would totally be played by Chris Evans, right?

Inny stopped chugging the Mountain Dew long enough to shrug. “They used to live somewhere with way lower ceilings. Nearly broke something falling from this one.”

“Yeah, me,” Eliot grumbled. He nearly broke something again when Parker dropped down from the ceiling onto his back. “Dammit, Parker!”

“Inny!” Parker proclaimed. “How is Deeks?”

“Good!” the lady fished a beaten up phone out of her pocket. “He met some alpacas, wanna see?” Parker snatched up the phone and made delighted noises. Jamie peered over her shoulder. They had to admit the dog was pretty cute, and the alpacas looked very intrigued by their small, same-coloured, short-necked friend.

“How’s life in the darkest timeline?” Hardison asked.

“What date is it here?” the lady asked, looking around. “I mean, if you still know.”

“Why wouldn’t we know?” Parker asked, still swiping through dog pictures.

“Well, I mean, 2020, am I right?” Inny said, waiting for a reaction. She looked incredulous at their blank  faces. “It is 2020, here, right?”

“Um, yeah?” Hardison ventured carefully.

“How dark is this timeline of yours?” Jamie asked carefully. Sure, it was a tumblr joke, usually reserved for stuff like the however-many-renewed-season of Supernatural when great shows were cancelled or whatever creepy feature FriendCzar had tried to impose that month.

The woman paused, frowned, then took a deep breath. “In response to the global pandemic of a deadly respiratory virus, President Donald Trump suggested on television during a briefing that people should inject or ingest bleach to kill the virus.”  She took another big breath. “And that’s not mentioning the fact that he downplayed the seriousness of the virus while knowing how deadly and contagious it was, called it a hoax, made taking safety precautions a political thing instead of a public safety thing, and held massive super-spreader events.”

“Donald Trump?” Jamie asked. “The ‘you’re fired’ dude?”

“Oh my sweet summer child,” Inny responded, before taking another swig of her Mountain Dew. “Yeah, I mean, I thought the fact that Australia was on fire at the start of the year was going to be the only terrible thing I was going to tell you.” She laughed and shook her head ruefully, like that was some kind of funny joke.

“Australia was on fire?”

“Yeah. Parts of the US too, for a while. Orange skies. But since the country was basically on lockdown anyway, it wasn’t like it was very different to stay inside for that…” Jamie stared at the lady, then back at the adults. Parker didn’t look overly concerned, but then, she never really did. Eliot and Hardison were both frowning, though. There was no sign that this was some kind of elaborate prank Hardison was pulling on them with the help of one of Sophie’s acting friends. Besides, he was good, but not ‘fake opening a magic portal in the ceiling’ good. At least not within the five minutes Jamie had been in the other room.

After a litany of horrible things, which were apparently not even all of them, the woman stopped. “On the upside,” she said. “I perfected my banana bread recipe, Deeks met some alpacas, Leverage is getting a reboot, and I figured out why I probably keep dropping in here.”

“To remind us that things aren’t so bad like some messed up version of ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’?” Hardison guessed.

“Because Jamie is my OC,” she said, dropping a fucking bombshell like she just dropped out of the fucking ceiling. Jamie felt their brain fill with static, because no, they were a real person, and that either meant that this lady was full of bullshit, or, well, basically god. The Truman Show feeling returned ten times over. “This is my fanfic.”

Hardison recoiled a little. “No,” he whispered, fully understanding the implications of that. Hell, it was probably even weirder for him. Sure, knowing they were a TV show was probably cool, even more so with the reboot. But Fanfic Land didn’t fade to black and Jamie was pretty damn sure some kinky shit went on behind the soundproofed doors of their bedroom.

“Now, there’s two prevailing theories about this, as far as my internet rabbithole searches can tell,” Basically God Maybe continued. “Either I wrote this world into existence, because the multiverse is ever expanding and that is one of the ways it expands, or I just got some vibes from whatever crack between worlds keeps bringing me here and wrote down your shenanigans.”

At Parker and Eliot’s blank looks, Jamie clarified: “Basically, she’s either God or…”

“Some kind of shitty false prophet,” the lady on the beanbag chair beamed. “Probably the second one, honestly. My subconscious turns everything into a zombie apocalypse sooner or later, and you guys seem to be fine.”

Jamie whipped around to look at Hardison and Eliot, hopeful. “We’re fine, right?” they asked quickly. If anyone knew about a starting zombie apocalypse, it would be those two. Between Hardison poking around in basically every intelligence agency’s server ever and Eliot’s contacts, they’d know. God, Jamie hoped not. They were so not ready for a zombie apocalypse. Eliot hadn’t even taught them how to murder someone with an axe yet.

“We are definitely fine,” Hardison assured them.

“Yeah, I figured,” Not-God agreed. “If I had my say, Eliot would have stopped pining long before he did and kissed you guys.” Eliot grumbled and glared, probably because she was right. Parker patted him condescendingly on the head, which wasn’t helping matters.

The ceiling started crackling and glowing ominously. The lady put her can down as she slowly drifted off the beanbag, alien-abduction style. “Well, it’s been real. Be good, guys. Have some fun adventures. Ruin some rich douchebag’s day for me.”

“Will do,” Parker promised. “Say hi to your dog for me.” She got a thumbs up.

“Let us know how the reboot turns out,” Hardison said. Jamie figured it would probably fuck with the space-time continuum if she downloaded the show and brought it to them, but who knew. Maybe there was some kind of loophole for that, too. They were kind of curious to see what a Leverage show would look like. It probably had kickass fight-scenes.

“Stay safe,” Eliot said seriously. He’d been the most concerned about the talk of the pandemic, probably because you couldn’t punch it.

“Will do,” Inny shrugged. “I mean, 2021 can’t possibly be any worse, right?”

The portal crackled louder, which Jamie hoped wasn’t a sign. The lady was almost at the ceiling. She looked concerned, like she realised she just totally jinxed herself and the new year.

“Hey, just in case you are god,” Jamie called up. “Can you give me superpowers?”

The portal closed to the sound of laughter, and then there was silence. All that remained was a dent in the beanbag and an empty can of Mountain Dew.

“What the fuck,” they told the room at large.

“Yeah, you get used to it,” Parker said, before wandering off back to the blueprints she had been studying.

“I’m just gonna… check some things,” Hardison muttered, making a detour to the kitchen to grab a ginormous bottle of orange soda before getting behind his computer. “And buy a bunch of disinfectant and toilet paper, just in case.”

Eliot rolled his eyes, before bumping his shoulder against Jamie’s. “Come on,” he said.

“Come on where?” Jamie asked. “I’m having a bit of an existential crisis here.” If they were someone’s OC, did that mean that they didn’t have free will? Did it mean that all the cool things they had done the past year had only been because of some weird lady that fell out of the ceiling? Or did it mean-

“I’m gonna teach you to throw a knife so you can take out a zombie,” Eliot said.

Fuck that, the existential crisis could wait until 2am. They had more important things to do. Knife throwing would be fun and useful no matter if there was a zombie apocalypse or a pandemic, or they got superpowers.

[fairytaleendingss]

Hidden - Stiles Stilinski x OC

Chapter 1/10

Summary: Audrey is a normal girl, living a seemingly normal life until she and her grandmother decide to move to the town of Beacon Hills, a town known for it’s mysterious and unexplainable murders. When Audrey arrives she finds herself swept up in a world of love, friendship and danger and discovers things about herself and her family that she never thought to be possible. It turns out not everything is as it seems.

Warnings: none.

(a/n: Hey guys! I’m really excited to finally be sharing this story with you all! I started writing it a few months ago and I finally feel like it’s ready to share online. I’m very proud of it and I hope you enjoy! It’s set in the same universe that canon Teen Wolf takes place in, however, the storyline and some of the characters are completely original. It’s set as kind of a part B to season 4 I suppose. Anyway, happy reading and as always, feedback is appreciated!)

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Audrey stepped out of the car, clutching the straps of her backpack tightly as she looked around at her new school. She took a deep breath before walking towards the entrance of Beacon Hills high. It was her first day and she couldn’t shake the nervous feeling that welled in the pit of her stomach. She hated being the new girl.

As she made her way through the school grounds she could feel eyes on her immediately, gazing intensely at the girl before them. She looked down at the ground beneath her, tucking a strand of chestnut hair behind her ears and picked up her pace through the doorways of the school.

Keeping her eyes on her shoes, she walked through the corridor, trying not to draw too much attention to herself. She wanted to set a good reputation for herself at her new school and making a spectacle of herself on the first day didn’t seem to be the way to do it.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the two boys walking towards her.

SMACK!

She fell back onto her bum as she collided with the guy in front of her.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

She looked up and immediately felt heat rise to her cheeks as she noticed the boy she’d just bumped into was extremely attractive. ‘Great’, she thought, ‘way to make a first impression.’

He looked down at her, his chocolate brown eyes widening in concern and he ran a hand through his dark hair. She froze for a moment, taking in the sight of his full red lips and the adorable moles that dotted his cheeks.

“Hey, are you okay?” she was snapped out of her thoughts when she felt a hand brush her shoulder and noticed the cute boy’s friend (who happened to also be extremely attractive) crouching down next to her to make sure she wasn't hurt. 

“Um...yeah, I’m fine” she quickly pushed herself up off the floor, her eyes widening in embarrassment. 

The two boys shared a look as she dusted herself off and collected her things from the ground. 

“Here, let me help with that,” said the brown eyed boy as he reached down to pick up her phone off the corridor floor. Audrey quickly snatched the item out of his grasp, not wanting to linger and risk embarrassing herself further than she already had. 

The boy glanced at her with a confused expression but Audrey was too caught up in her own humiliation to notice. The three teenagers stood there for a moment, an awkward silence hanging in the air and Audrey wished that a hole would open up under her feet and swallow her.

Eventually the girl spoke up, glancing sheepishly between the two boys in front of her. “I should really get to the principal's office”.

With that, she hurried past them, quickly making her way down the corridor and away from the two boys.

“Are you sure? Because we could help you find-” 

“No really, I’m fine” she snapped, turning to face them briefly before continuing to walk away from them as quickly as she could. 

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When Audrey finally made it to the principal's office she let out a sigh, leaning her back on the closed door and replaying the earlier events of the day in her mind. She hadn’t meant to be rude to the boys she ran into, she was just so caught in her humiliated daze that she wanted to get out of that situation as quickly as possible, before she had the opportunity to do more damage. 

“Are you Audrey Wincrest?” 

Audrey jumped, not realising anyone else had entered the room. “Uh, yes that’s me”.

She turned to look at the source of the voice and noticed two women standing in the doorway to an office. One of them was older and had long dark hair and kind eyes, and the other girl seemed to be around her age. She was a beautiful strawberry blonde and her hair and makeup was styled to perfection. Audrey subconsciously ran a hand through her own hair at the sight of the girl and couldn’t help but feel slightly insecure under her gaze. 

The older woman smiled gently before taking a step towards her. “Hello Audrey! My name is Ms Martin and I’m a teacher here at Beacon Hills high. It’s great to have you.” 

Audrey nodded nervously, “it’s good to be here.”

“This,” Ms Martin gestured to the gorgeous girl standing beside her, “Is my daughter Lydia. I assigned her to show you around”.

Lydia flashed an award winning smile and Ms Martin handed Audrey a piece of paper. 

“Here is your schedule. Lydia will help you out with anything else you need and if you have any questions feel free to come find me, I’ll be in my office”. She gave Audrey one last comforting glance before she left the two girls alone in the waiting room. 

Once her mother was gone, Lydia stepped forward, eyeing Audrey curiously.  

“Oh my gosh, I love your shoes” she muttered, staring down at her brown wedged boots. 

Audrey released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Thanks! I mean, your whole outfit is incredible” she muttered as confidently as she could, gesturing to the flawless ensemble the red-haired girl was wearing. 

“Oh, I know” she responded playfully. “So what brings you to Beacon Hills?”

Audrey looked down, fiddling with the hair tie on her wrist. “You know, just needed a change I suppose”.

Lydia looked at the girl sympathetically but decided now was not the time to pry. “Well, you came to the right place. Beacon Hills is very different”. 

Audrey sent Lydia a curious look. “How so?” 

Lydia shrugged but sent her a teasing glance “I suppose you will just have to wait and see.”

Audrey chuckled, Lydia seemed nice. It made her feel a sense of relief at the idea that she wouldn’t have to be completely alone these first few days.

“Can I take a look at your schedule?” Lydia asked. 

“Yeah, sure” Audrey responded, placing the piece of paper in the girl’s perfectly manicured hand. 

Lydia’s eyes gazed over the writing for a moment before she smirked up at the girl in front of her.

“Looks like we both have history first. Come on, I’ll show you to the classroom”.

At that, she linked Audrey’s arm through hers and the two girls made their way towards the first period. 

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The day seemed to travel pretty smoothly for Audrey after that. Lydia met up with her between every period to show her to class and described herself as Audrey’s “human search engine for Beacon Hills High”. Lydia was kind and cheerful and Audrey could tell she was extremely intelligent. The two girls hit it off right from the beginning and Audrey was starting to feel slightly more comfortable in her new environment. 

Eventually, fourth period rolled around and Lydia walked Audrey to the chemistry classroom. Audrey internally groaned at the idea of having to take chemistry but thanked Lydia none the less as they parted ways outside the classroom door.

She took in a deep breath before swinging open the classroom door. Most of the students were already seated at this point and her heart plummeted when she noticed that nearly all the spots in the room were taken. Frantically, she glanced around the classroom for an empty seat and eventually noticed there was one left free in the second row. As she moved towards it, however, her eyes widened at the realisation that the boy sitting next to it was none other than the one she’d crashed into at the beginning of the day. 

Hesitating for a moment, she swallowed down the ever-present embarrassment and made her way over to the empty seat. The boy at the bench hadn’t noticed her approaching as he was intensely focused on the book he was reading and, not used to having to share his bench, had his things spread out across the entirety of the table. 

Audrey stood awkwardly in front of him for a moment before clearing her throat. His head snapped up quickly in surprise and he fumbled with the book in his hands briefly before slamming it shut. As he stared up at her, Audrey, once again, found her gaze lingering on his delicate features. 

“Hey, can I sit here?” she asked, breaking the awkward silence that had filled the air for a moment.

“Uh, yeah sure” the boy muttered and quickly scrambled to move his stuff from her side of the desk. 

She took a seat beside him and looked up at him for a moment, giving him a small smile before turning to open her book. 

“Hey, do you mind me asking why you chose to sit here... with me?” she glanced up at him, looking slightly awkward. 

“It’s the only free seat” 

He nodded curtly. “oh yeah, right”. 

A silence enveloped the two as they sat there unsure whether or not to speak to each other. 

Eventually Stiles turned to her, deciding to swallow his pride and break through the heavy tension that lingered in the air.

“I just wanted to say I’m really sorry about running into you this morning. I feel really bad-” 

“No, no it’s okay” she cut him off “It’s my fault. I should’ve been watching where I was going.” 

She paused for a moment. “And I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I got all embarrassed and I acted really rude. What I should have done was thank you for helping me” she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and gave him another smile - a genuine one this time, before turning back to her work. 

He glanced up at her for a moment, taking in her features. She had long chestnut hair with bangs that neatly framed her face. Her eyes were an emerald green and seemed to twinkle gently in the afternoon sun. She was tall, and fair-skinned and beautiful and there was something mysterious about her that made him curious to know more about the new girl.

”I’m Stiles by the way.”

She whipped her head around to face him, a cheeky smirk grazing her lips. “Stiles? Is that your actual name?” 

He looked down for a moment, feeling a little disheartened. “Well, it’s not on my birth certificate or anything it’s just what everyone calls me.” 

Her eyebrows furrowed for a moment before a look of realisation struck her face. “Oh, no, no. That’s not what I meant. I like it, I think it’s cool” 

“Really?” he asked, giving her a goofy grin. 

“Yeah. really”. She then stuck a hand out for him to shake, “I’m Audrey”. 

He shook her hand firmly. “Nice to meet you Audrey”.

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The bell rang and Audrey made a beeline for the door, hoping to catch Lydia before she disappeared into the sea of students around her. To her relief, there she was, leaning against a locker and looking down at her phone.

“Hey Lydia” Audrey called and the red-haired girl smiled up at her.

“Hey Audrey! How was class?”

Audrey smiled slightly, remembering how she and Stiles had talked the entire lesson and actually got along really well.

“Surprisingly, it wasn’t terrible”.

Lydia smiled and nodded her head at the girl before her. 

“Come on then,” Lydia said and Audrey flashed her a confused glance. “It’s lunch now, I’m going to introduce you to my friends”. 

As they approached the lunch table where the group sat, Audrey felt the nervousness build in the pit of her stomach. However, she released a breath of relief when she noticed Stiles sitting at the table, chatting animatedly with the group around him. 

“Everyone, this is Audrey. She just started here today,” Lydia said once the girls had arrived at the table.

She was met with friendly smiles and waves from the rest of the group.

“Audrey” Lydia continued “This is Kira, Scott, Liam, Malia and Stiles.” 

“We already met, actually” said Stiles, flashing the girls a goofy grin. 

“Great,” Lydia smiled. “Then you can keep her company while I go to talk to Mrs Finch for a moment.”

With that, Lydia turned and walked away from the group while Audrey took a seat next to Stiles at the table. 

She looked around at the people in front of her, taking in the sight of Lydia’s friends. She recognised Scott as Stiles’ kind friend who helped her after the embarrassing encounter earlier that morning. She noticed that Liam looked slightly younger than the rest of the group and assumed he was a few grades below. She also didn’t fail to notice the awkward glances that Stiles and Malia would make across the table when the other wasn’t looking. It confused her slightly but she decided it would be best to ask Lydia about it later.

“So Audrey, what brings you to Beacon Hills?” Scott asked in a friendly manner before biting down on the sandwich in his hands.

“Well, it’s kind of a long story actually.” Audrey responded and once again started to fiddle with her hair tie. 

“We promise we won’t judge,” said Kira, sending her a comforting smile.

Audrey sighed. “Well I suppose now is as good a time as any.” 

She took in another breath before continuing, “I just moved here from Phoenix with my Gran. My mum sort of had a mental breakdown a few years back and I never knew my dad so she’s been taking care of me ever since.”  

She looked around briefly, noticing the look of pity on the faces of the people around her. “It’s actually not that bad. My Gran and I are super close and I talk to my mum on the phone all the time and everything.”

“Well, you can always talk to us if you need to,” Scott said sympathetically and Stiles rested a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Trust me, just about all of us know what it’s like to live without a parent.”

Audrey sent them all a grateful grin. “Thanks guys, honestly. But enough about me, tell me about yourselves.”

Lydia came back to the table soon after, taking a seat on Audrey’s other side and the group all got caught up in conversation. Audrey got to know the others a bit better and was really starting to feel like she fit in. 

Eventually the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch and Kira offered to walk with Audrey and Lydia to her next class. However, just before they entered the room, Audrey pulled the girls aside. 

“Hey, um, I was just wondering what’s going on with Stiles and Malia. I felt a weird vibe between them back at lunch.”

Kira and Lydia shared an awkward look before Kira spoke up.

“Stiles and Malia used to date,” she said with an awkward grimace. 

“Oh!” Audrey responded, slightly taken aback by the idea of the two, clearly very different teenagers being together. 

“Yeah, they just broke up about a month ago and let me tell you, it was messy,” Lydia informed her and Kira nodded. 

“And now it’s kind of weird for all of us because we’re friends with both of them and we all hang out together like, all the time”. 

“It’s awkward,” Lydia finished. “Best not to mention it in front of them”. 

With that, she turned, strawberry-blonde hair flicking out behind her as she entered the classroom. 

Kira and Audrey shared one more awkward glance before both girls walked to their seats. As Audrey sat down, she couldn’t help but notice the slight feeling of anger that bubbled in her chest when she thought about Stiles and Malia together. However, the idea was gone as quick as it came and she brushed the thought out of her mind as soon as the teacher entered the classroom. 

[juniaships]

Vanessa Marble-Whittaker Bio **redux**

I had to delete the old post due to spelling mistakes and to add more info, but here is the official character bio for my AIO OC....possibly the only one in existence 😅 Contains spoilers and subject matter of abuse & postpartum depression; if you're curious you might have to do look into the main story arcs of AIO for easier understanding.

Full Name: Vanessa Crystal Marble Whittaker (nee Marble;)

Age: Unspecified but around late 20s to mid 30s

Birthday: May 15th

Race: African American (with European ancestry on both sides)

Fandom: Adventures in Odyssey

Voice Claim: Cree Summer; Vivica A. Fox is also a good alternate

Character Role: Heroine & love interest/spouse of Jason Whittaker

Items: Cross necklace, Midnight Manor (formerly Blackgaard's Castle)

Relationships

Family: Robienne Marble (mother), Regis Blackgaard (father), Edwin Blackgaard (uncle), Jerry Jr. (son, infant), John Whittaker (father in law), Monty (nephew in law), Jana (sister in Law)

Friends at Whit's End: Whit, Eugene, Connie, Katrina, Angel (pet doberman)

Acquaintances: Nuns, denizens of Odyssey

Love Interest: Her primary love interest and eventual husband is Jason Whittaker. They began as tensse & awkward relationship during the Blackgaard Saga duento their contrasting personalities, before becoming close friends and allies. They do not become completely official until after Novacom. Their relationship is regarded as the bonafide example of "Opposites Attract" in Odyssey.

Enemies: While enemies are far and few, she considers her own father as the major obstacle between her and a peaceful life. She was a major player against Novacom. She had a brief yey tense rivalry with Monica Stone (partly for Jason's affections) but the two made peace at the end.

Appearance

- Average height (say, 5'7)

-Brown skin, light brown eyes, and wavy-curly black hair

-Has an average body type (pear shaped) and seemed to gain a few pounds since giving birth

-Typically were darker shades of purple, blue, with the occasional maroon

-Sense of fashion is put together, professional even if casual

- Still has her nun fatigues

Personality

Vanessa is a composed and reserved lady with a deep connection to God, while respecting other religions (and non religious). While seen as a cold person at first glance, she is actually very kind and open-minded, though she isn't immune to making sardonic comments once in a while. While not really great around kids, she has moments of being supportive. After becoming a mother she is rather clueless, though well-meaning and tries her hardest to be the parent her father wasn't.

One of her biggest obstacle is overcoming her aloof demeanor. She needed to learn to open up to others and to out faith in her new friends. Even now she still has her moments of keeping her true emotions, though she has a wide circle of friends and a spouse to talk to. Vanessa was also ashamed of her Blackgaard blood, though she learns to come to terms with her past in order to create a brighter future for herself and the rest of her family. Sometimes she is prone to feeling inadequate and jealous, especially during brief periods of romantic rivalry.

There is a fierce protective side that comes out when loved ones are threatened, as seen with the Blackgaard and Novacom Sagas. She dislikes staying on the sidelines and does whatever she can to help out. She even broke her vows to protect her mother Robienne when Regis came into town, and later inspired her uncle Edwin to stay and fight her father to help save Odyssey.

While studious snd intelligent, Vanessa is not very tech savvy, naturally preferring traditional mediums such as writing letters and books. While she learns how to use computers and cellphones, don't expect her to be a technophile anytime soon. She expresses curiosity and concerns over the next invention hubby makes.

Abilities

Vanessa can memorize a lot a bible verses which she uses as prayer, or as a quip. She also has taken self defense classes to hold her her own.

- Strengths: In her early years she proved to be surprisingly strong and fast when need be. She can adapt to certain situations and keep her cool. Clever and resourceful, Vanessa often thinks and plans her actions. She can speak three languages (Spanish, French, and Mandarin Chinese) and plans om studying more.

- Weaknesses: After pregnancy she isn't as physically strong and has to limit herself to recover, and can be overpowered by much stronger foes. Vanessa is not very good at advanced technology, and she is a bad cook (Jason keeps her away from the stove as much as possible).

Backstory Vanessa was the only child of Regis and Robienne Blackgaard. Their marriage had be a short and rocky one marred by neglect, emotional manipulation and mental abuse. Finally, on the guidance of Edwin (Regis's brother) Robienne decided she had enough and divorced Regis when Vanessa was two years old. Robienne moved her daughter to New England to be with family, and the two lived peacefully after that. After graduating high school, Vanessa went to the nunnery and stayed there for a few years, while Robienne moved to the Midwest to pursue a career in teaching.

However Vanessa soon grew discontent, feeling as though she was missing out on normal young adult life. Should she stay as a nun or forge her own path?

She would find clues to her answer in the form of receiving news about her father moving to Odyssey - the same town her mother lived. Fearing for her mother's life, Vanessa requested a temporary break in vows, family business, she had said. Settling in Odyssey (under the surname Newman) she got a job working at Whit's End and as a private tutor.

Following major and minor events including the Blackgaard, Novacom, and Green Ring Conspiracy drama, Jason proposed to Vanessa, and they had a summer wedding (but not before overcoming premarital jitters and a threat from Jason's past). Two years after their union (or as of current Odyssey storyline) they had a little boy named Jerry Jr. (named after Jason's deceased brother). Vanessa continues to work at Whit's End as a curator and artist.

Major Storylines: If she was canon she would've been a major player in some of Odyssey's biggest stories including:

- Blackgaard Saga: Her debut, she came to town to take care of her mother & to confront her father on troubled past. She was hired to work at Whit's End where she met then-owner Jack Allen & the previous owner's son Jason for the first time. The townsfolk were.mesmerized by the seemingly mysterious woman and rumors started to abound. Near the climax, Vanessa revealed to Connie and Eugene that came to Odyssey to protect her mother from Regis. Towards the end of the saga, she, her uncle Edwin, and a few townsfolk helped to set up a trap for her father to save Odyssey.

Novacom Saga: She was a big player in taking down Novacom, using her skills writing letters to raise awareness on Novacom's shady actions. This is where her rivalry with Monica Stone began as Vanessa feelings for Jason turn romantic. After Novacom, she would be involved in more stories.

Green Ring Conspiracy: Following Jason's supposed "death" she briefly left Odyssey in mourning. Her uncle and mother managed to convince her to come back to Odyssey. She was unaware of Jason's secret of being alive and working as the Stiletto, and had several encounters with the Stiletto where the mysterious man left her roses and notes of endearment. The two would later reunite after Jason retuned to town, but Vanessa was angry with him for keeping secrets from her. After a long time (and counsel from Whit) she forgave him, and the two reconciled with the promise of being more open with each other.

Courtship Of Jason & Vanessa: An original storyline where the romance between her and Jason comes full circle, leading to their engagement! If only they could overcome personal inhibitions, a hateful doberman, past rivals and a threat from Jason's spy work!

Junior's Birth & Beyond: A couple of years into their marriage Vanessa became pregnant. She was anxious over multiple scenarios, her growing appetite and mood swings. After her son was born she developed symptoms of postpartum depression and sought medications and therapy. Slowly but surely, her mental health improved, & her anxieties faded away. As of now she has gotten involved with the current Rydell Saga.

Trivia

Vanessa won several awards for her artwork and has them on display everywhere in Odyssey

She is one of my most complex characters, but also one starting to really grow on me mostly out of nostalgia for the series

- Characters that inspired Vanessa's creation are Megara (Disney Hercules), Rei/Sailor Mars (Sailor Moon), Esther (biblical stories), Tzipporah (biblical stories esp. Dreamworks The King of Egypt), Talia Al Ghul, and Elisa Maza (Gargoyles). Other inspos include Maria Von Trapp and Marian Ravenwood.

- Vanessa was made to have a unique female character to contrast Connie and Katrina. Also because I have a soft spot for the Forbidden Love trope (if done right).

- She is the only main character OC of mine that is explicitly religious. She was Catholic and while she converted to Protestant, she still holds on to Catholic values. She is also the only main OC to be a parent as of current.

- Vanessa still visits her old nunnery when she and Jason goes to New England.

- She has bouts of postpartum depression, and takes medication to regulate.

- Her favorite things are the color blue, making her own pigments, and coffee flavored ice cream

Quotes

"Blackgaard already made our lives miserable uncle Edwin! If you leave now you're only giving him more power! You helped mama and I so many times, so it's my turn to return the favor!"

"Connie I'm a nun not a miracle worker."

"If my mother superior saw what I'm doing right now I would've had an early meeting with the Lord!"

"No more secrets. From now on it's just truth and nothing but the truth. Except for my age, don't ask me how old I am."

"Sheesh with all these buttons I'm surprised we didn't destroy Odyssey yet!"

"Jason I know you're worried about the baby but did you have to baby proof the doghouse too?"

"My little Angel! Who's a good girl? Who's a good girl!"

"I can't believe I can still wear this after all these years!?"

"Jason Whittaker you have got to be the most stubborn, reckless, foolhardy man I have ever met, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

"You call it junk I call it avant garde."

"I'm not responsible for my father's sins but I am responsible for mine. But my mother and uncle are in trouble. If not for me then please, do it for them!"

"She doesn't hate you Jason, she hates everyone equally."

"I guess God had a plan in store for me after all. I would've never met such wonderful people."

"Are you going to keep talking or should I start the kissing?"

Pictures

I haven't drawn any references for her yet, so that's going to be on a separate post

[amaya777]

Hard Work Pays Off | A Twisted Wonderland OC Oneshot

Finally, it’s the conclusion to Chapter 3 and the start of a much healthier relationship between Sander and Azul now. Since canonically Azul does change a bit after Overblotting, it would make sense that genuine romance and relationship-building would only be possible for him after that. As opposed to it being so one-sided in the beginning, now it will actually be more equal and slightly realistic.

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Sander was scared as Azul would not stop stealing magic and abilities from random students all around. But then that is when he saw Jade and Floyd appear along with Ace, Deuce, Jack, Yuu and Grim. They questioned what was going on before Azul asked the twins to give him their magic and the two refused. Sander wondered why he says that he can’t do anything by himself before noticing the black substance coming out from Azul. He only vaguely knew about Overblot from what he has read, stunned to see it in person like this.

To say that he was shocked was an understatement, now seeing that Azul is a dark octopus and no longer himself at all with a giant shadow behind him.

“What? This is what he really looks like?”

So this is what he looks like under the water, not human like the twins right now. But he agreed with Leona that they needed to get Azul to regain his senses again, nodding. With what strength he had, he assisted the others in the fight the best he could by using his light magic. Sander knew that this wasn’t the true Azul, defending against his attacks and resisting his talk of making a deal with him.

Eventually they had finally stopped Azul and Sander listened to him as he spoke of being bullied, a weak and trashy octopus while tearing up. Wait, someone like Azul was bullied? Seeing his tears made him feel so terrible before there was the sudden flash of a camera, white light blinding for a moment. Then it all played out, Azul’s memories of childhood and his thoughts playing out for them to watch.

Listening to those bullies tease a young Azul, seeing him cry and talk badly of himself just because of who he is. Sander wanted to scream, angry at those bullies and just wanting to hug the octopus boy as it reminded him of his own childhood. But then their similarities increased as Azul grew determined to show them his worth, working hard but for the sake of revenge to make them bow down to him. So this is why he always works so hard, having had such a traumatic past and improving himself all these years.

Azul had finally woken up, back to normal and hearing everyone talk about how Azul was amazing to have made such excellent notes. Sander nodded in agreement, smiling a little as the other seemed to be tearing up a little. Then the picture came about, hearing the twins and curious as he saw baby Azul.

“So cute”

Sander couldn’t help but say that, feeling bad now at how embarrassed Azul was by the picture and what the others were saying. But it felt like everything was alright and all of this over as he turned in early for the day, having a restful night’s sleep.

The next morning, Sander had just gotten dressed and was ready to head out for the day when he heard the knock on his door. So he opened up his door, very surprised to see that it was Azul.

“Oh, Azul. What did you need?”

“We’re going to the Atlantica Memorial Museum today to return that picture. I wanted to invite you to join us. You don’t have to, I know that what I did to you was completely wrong. No amount of apologizing could ever be sufficient. I certainly wouldn’t want to speak to myself ever again after all of that.”

This is certainly a surprise, thinking it over as there was an awkward silence between the two. But to Azul’s shock, Sander just nodded and gently took his hands in his with a smile.

“You’re right. Honestly I shouldn’t want to speak or even see you again after how much you betrayed me. It hurt so much, knowing that it was a lie and that you used me. It’ll be a long time before I can fully forgive you for it. But even though I should have stayed angry and hated you, deep down I just couldn’t. With your Overblot, I realized that you weren’t perfect like I thought. You were bullied a lot but chose to work hard to improve yourself and show your worth, even if it was for revenge. With having been alone and bullied to a lesser degree, I also wanted to prove that I am capable too. Even knowing that I’m a prince now thanks to you, that won’t ever change and my feelings for you won’t either. Only if you’re willing and genuinely interested, I would like to start over and date for real. We can go slow this time, but if you truly aren’t into me, then it’s perfectly fine and you’ll just be my boss.”

His heart raced, having spoken his feelings and knowing that he must seem like a naïve idiot for still wanting to be with Azul. After everything that happened, he just could not help it. Azul blinked, looking at Sander with total surprise before a slight blush appeared on his cheeks.

“You really are so naïve. To even want to be with me still, after how selfish I was to you and seeing how pathetic I was when I was young and when I Overblotted. You’re an angel that someone like me doesn’t deserve, much more braver and kinder than I ever could be. But I’ll try to make it up to you however long it takes, to really get to know you better and actually develop feelings for you like you do for me.”

Sander’s smile grew wide at what Azul said, the other embarrassed before he then hugged Azul tightly. Azul was caught off guard before hugging him back slowly, the two soon letting go as they both were blushing. Azul then coughed, putting himself back together rather quickly to his usual calm and collected self.

“We should get going then before all the others get there.”

Sander nodded back, taking Azul’s hand as the two left the dorm and went through the mirror to the Atlantica Memorial Museum. Once everyone was there, they all checked out the exhibits while Azul put the picture back as Sander was amazed by everything. So this is what it’s like under the sea, feeling like he was getting to know the true Azul a bit more. The rest of the day was spent touring around the museum with Azul as their guide and having a lot of fun.

[swimyghost]

Roses

Hey, I’m super tired but here’s a (possibly) non-canon story about @self-insert-nonsense‘s MHA OC’s mother, Sonaka. I really hope you enjoy.

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She had double- no, triple checked everything. Every important item was wrapped and placed carefully into one of the two suitcases the sat on her bed. Sonaka knew if she carried any more people would get suspicious.

As if a gray-skinned woman and her equally pale child wouldn't arise suspicion.

"Mama?"

Sonaka perked up at that sound. She turned her head and saw her little girl innocently glancing up at her. Although she was visibly struggling to carry her suitcase, Sonaka's pride and joy wasn't going to let a minor inconvenience get in the way of impressing her mother. Sonaka bent down to her daughter's level.

"Nusuma, are you sure everything is packed?"

"Yes, Mama!" 

Sonaka frowned. "Are you sure? We can't come back once we leave."

Sonaka watched as Nusuma's face scrunched up into as close to serious as a six-year-old could get. "I'm sure!"

Sonaka chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Alright, let's get moving, shall we? The train will-"

A knock at the door set Sonaka into a panic. No one knocked on her door unless it was... Them.

Sonaka frantically shoved her suitcases under her bed before thrusting Nusuma out, slamming the door shut behind her. Nusuma watched with a curious gaze as her mother paced her newly barren apartment. 

"Mama?" She called, growing weary at the sight of her mother's panic.

"M-Mama's fine, honey. Mama just-"

The knocking grew louder. Nusuma whimpered and buried her face into her mother's brown skirt. The suitcase fell from her grasp with a resounding thud. Without a second to spare, Sonaka tossed it onto her bed's stripped bed and closed that door as well. Sonaka pulled her daughter in close.

"Honey, you can't tell anyone we're leaving. Understand?" she whispered.

"But... You said lying is wrong." 

"I know, but this is to keep you safe, okay? You know Mama just wants to keep you safe, right?" Sonaka prayed her daughter wouldn't ask any more questions.

"Okay..." Nusuma murmured back.

With a deep breath, Sonaka made the treacherous journey to her front door. She took an even deep breath once she made it. Shakily, she swung it open and was met with four pairs of glowing red eyes. 

A tall figure with luscious purple hair that fell to her waist stood at Sonaka's doorstep. Her eyes were constantly shifting, yet all eight of them held an aura of concern. Her hands (if you could even call them that) were two thick pieces of carapace with their "fingers" just being individual pieces of the shell. 

"Joro." Sonaka let out a sigh of relief.

"Auntie Tsuchigumo!" Nusuma cried with joy.

The young woman scooped up the child and tickled her stomach. While Nusuma laughed and giggled at the touch, Joro cooed. "How's my favorite ghost? Huh? How is she?"

"Great! Me and Mama are gonna stay home all day!"

Sonaka winced. She loved her daughter, honestly. 

But she's a horrible liar.

Joro easily saw through Nusuma's lies. Her red eyes showed everything Sonaka to know.

"Honey, can you go to your room and play with your toys?" Sonaka said, taking her daughter from the spider woman's grasp.

Nusuma looked up confused. "But-"

"Now, Nusuma."

Sonaka placed her on the floor. Nusuma didn't even look back as she scurried to her room and closed the door behind her. Sonaka turned her attention back to Joro who was taking in the apartment. She crossed her arms and glanced at Sonaka. Not with anger, but with clear pain.

"You're leaving, aren't you?"

Sonaka couldn't even try to deny her friend. The lifeless apartment was all the proof she needed. The to-bursting bookshelves had been stripped of their occupants. The vases that held the most beautiful array of flowers had been sold and the flowers buried under a mountain of trash. All the pictures that had ordained the walls had been removed from their frames, which also had been tossed, and placed in the suitcases. The same suitcases that were at the forefront of Sonaka's mind.

Sonaka couldn't hold it anymore. Without asking, she rushed over to her friend and buried her face into her purple sweater. Tears flowed freely at the same time as her sobs. Sonaka tried to speak, but her throat was closed. Each sob was wracked with grief. Joro, instead of pushing her away, pulled her in closer.

"It's okay, I already knew."

Her friend didn't seem phased by her words so Joro just chose to gently stroke her head. Sonaka was too busy thinking about all the wrongs that she had caused throughout her life. The same wrongs that could easily affect Nusuma.

"I can't let her get hurt, Joro. I can't. This life of villainy and evil isn't for her." Sonaka sputtered.

"We're not-"

"Don't try to say we're not because we are!" Sonaka shouted.

Joro blinked. She didn't even flinch at her friend's anger. Instead, all she did was stand Sonaka up straight. Joro forced her to look into her eyes.

"We're villains, yes. We weren't evil, however, not until he took over."

Joro was talking about Bladespinner, the current king of their villain syndicate and a powerful mutant Quirk bearer. After the previous leader stepped down, Bladespinner naturally took the position unopposed, with people either unwilling or too frightened to fight him. His saw arms were infamous for slicing through objects and people alike. He was one of the many reasons Sonaka couldn't live the life anymore. 

"He'll kill her, Joro," Sonaka said, fear seeping into her voice. "Maybe not personally, but he'd send her into Hell if it meant fulfilling his twisted goals."

"I know. And that's why I'm here to help."

Sonaka was shocked. Yes, Joro and her were friends for years now, long before Nusuma came into her life. But Joro was completely submerged in the life of villains. Joro noticed her surprised and raised one carapace finger.

"I'm not going to be joining you. I will help you out of the country, however."

Sonaka blinked. "Wha- I was just going to go North!"

Joro let out a sad chuckle. "You really think it'll be that easy? Bladespinner will be furious when he discovers one of his one deserted. No, you need to go away. Far away."

Sonaka's brain was still spinning with the realization of it all. This was happening. This was really happening. "But... Where will I go."

Joro thought about it for a moment. "Korea. There's a former villain there that specializes in forgery. She'll help you get all the necessary paperwork. Tell her that Tsuchigumo-hubae sent you and she won't ask any questions."

"Korea?" Sonaka repeated. "But I don't speak-"

"Do you want a better life for Nusuma or not?!"

Sonaka flinched at Joro's tone. She knew the villainess was right, but it still hurt to know she was leaving everything behind. Joro gripped both of Sonaka's shoulders and squeezed tightly.

"Do this not just for her, but for you. You deserve a real job, real life, a real man who isn't-"

"Don't you dare mention his name! I don't care wherever he ran off to or whatever he does, whether it be picking turnips in Russian or being a stripper in the States, he's more than dead to me."

Joro raised her hands. "Fine, I won't say it. But you should tell Nusuma when both of you are ready."

The mother sighed but nodded anyway. There would be a time Nusuma would learn about her father, but today was not that day. Suddenly, Sonaka realized something. 

"You wouldn't come here just to help me. I know you better than that."

Joro's tough demeanor fell she awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. "Bladespinner requires us to come to fight with him."

Sonaka snorted. "Can't he do it himself?"

Joro shook her head. "It's not that simple. A bunch of his lesser lackeys wanted to prove themselves to him so they started attacking the city."

"This includes us why?"

"Bladespinner was just going to let them captured but realized only one hero and his interns showed up to the fight. He thinks we can make a name for ourselves if we cause some real damage."

Sonaka frowned. "I just told you I wanted to leave the life. You told me you'd help me accomplish that goal. Now you want me to throw it all away just because some hotheaded dumbass wants to stroke his ego?"

"It won't only help him support his superiority complex," Joro explained. "It'll also keep him distracted on his victory, giving us enough time to help you two escape."

Sonaka knew Joro was right. Bladespinner was not only a ruthless demon-like man but an egomaniac who lived to support his delusions of grandeur. If this battle was a success, he'd be too busy basking in the light of "his" glory to notice one of his minions had gone missing.

But what about Nusuma?

Nusuma, her pride, and joy, the reason Sonaka got up every morning, the catalyst for this entire escape attempt, still had no idea of her mother's day job. Sonaka did everything in her power to make sure Nusuma wouldn't become a target for Heroes or other villains. Joro was the only exception since she still had some honor still left in her (plus she was a great babysitter). Nusuma, despite her young age, was already growing suspicious of her mother's activities.

"Why are you always hurt?" Nusuma asked one day after Sonaka returned home from an intense battle with some Heroes. The previous head of her syndicate believed that attacking a known meeting spot for heroes would weaken both them and society's moral. It failed miserably with many villains in critical condition or spent to Tartarus.

"Mommy got into a little trouble at work, sweetie. That's all." It was a weak explanation, but Sonaka hoped it'd placate her.

It didn't as Nusuma scrunched up her nose. "You're lying! You and Mrs. Nakamura always say lying is wrong."

Sonaka let out a silent curse to herself and her daughter's kindergarten teacher.

"Well, I'm not lying," Sonaka struggled to think of what to say next. "Only telling... A half-truth."

"Half-truth?" Nusuma questioned.

"It means I'm not lying, just not telling the full story. To protect you." Sonaka explained.

"But you're always protecting me! Why can't I protect you?" Nusuma whined.

Sonaka chuckled. "Because you're five."

"But I already have my Quirk!" 

Sonaka winced at that. Nusuma's Quirk had shown itself early and was similar to her father's. Too similar. It was why Sonaka had to pull her daughter out of kindergarten after the aquarium incident. Possessing a child like that would only lead to skepticism amongst her peers and adults. 

"You will protect me. Just let me do it first. That's my job."

"So that's your real job!" Nusuma gasped with joy, tackling her mother.

Sonaka sucked in a yelp of pain as Nusuma leaped onto her bruised legs. She put on a fake smile and rustled her hair. "Oh no! You found me out!"

"Sonaka?" 

Sonaka snapped back into reality. Joro was nearly pressing her face into Sonaka's. She jolted backward in surprise. Joro genuinely looked hurt as Sonaka tried to regain her bearings.

"Sorry, I just-" she took a deep breath. "My costume is in the wastebasket. Over there in the corner."

Joro went to place a hand on Sonaka's shoulder. "Are you oka-"

"I'm fine." Sonaka backed away. "Let's just go before Bladespinner throws a fit."

The villain looked over her shoulder and called out. "Nusuma, dear, can you come here."

It took a few moments, but the little girl shyly opened the door. She was clutching a toy figure of a Hero. Once she saw her mother's shining face, she ran over and gave her a tight hug. Sonaka ran her fingers through her hair.

"Mama's got to go out one last time, okay?"

Nusuma looked worried. "But... What about-"

"Everything will be okay. Mama just has to go do this one thing and we're gonna go to a magical land called 'Korea'."

"Koreena?" Nusuma attempted to sound out.

Joro snickered at mispronunciation, causing Sonaka to glare at her. "Korea. We'll have a new life."

"But I like it here!" Nusuma pouted.

Sonaka sighed. "You'll understand when you're older."

"Sonaka," Joro warned, glancing down at the phone she produced from her skirt pocket.

The mother bit her bottom lip. Nusuma was still looking bitter about the whole arrangement. She couldn't ask Joro to stay, knowing Bladespinner's temperament but she couldn't just leave her.

"Tell you what," Sonaka said with an attempt at a smile. "What if I get you something while I got out. Would you like that?"

Nusuma rocked back and forth on her heels, pondering the question. A smile broke out on her face. "A rose!"

Both Joro and Sonaka looked at her confused. "A rose?" Sonaka muttered.

"Yeah! I watched a movie where there was a magical rose and a princess and a beast but the beast was a good guy and the rose helped them fall in love!" Nusuma looked up with a Cheshire grin. "I wanna have you fall in love!"

Her heart tore at that statement. Joro could clearly tell that this the time to step in. "Your mama and I have to go now. Please be a good girl and stay in the house. Do not open the door for anyone. Do you understand?"

"And Nusuma," Sonaka dropped to her level. "I'll be home after this, I promise. Do you understand?"

Nusuma dipped her head. "Yes, Mama. Yes, Auntie Tsuchigumo."

Sonaka planted a kiss on her daughter's head before exiting the apartment. Noticing Joro's black car in the parking lot, she turned to her friend and saw her costume in her arms. 

"I got it when you were dealing with Nusuma," Joro explained, seeing her friend's perplexed face.

She thanked Joro and, once she got into the back seat, began changing. Joro smirked. "Shouldn't I be paying for this?"

"Shut up!" Sonaka shouted, but the playfulness in her tone wasn't lost on Joro. "At least my costume is decent! With yours, nothing is lost to the imagination."

Joro shrugged, turning the car on. The engine purred as she spoke. "Hey, my gift to the world is showing off my greatest assets." She motioned towards her breasts and rear.

Sonaka rolled her eyes.

Just before they were to drive towards their destination, Sonaka gripped her comrade's shoulder. "Make sure I get home. For Nusuma's sake."

Joro nodded in agreement. "For Nusuma."

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For someone who spent almost two decades battling Heroes, Sonaka knew when a battle was starting to get rough and this battle was it. 

The Hero that swooped in to save the day, some hotshot named Fantastic Devil (a red-skinned twenty-something with horns, a tail, and fire-breathing. Your standard edgy hero-style), and his four interns. Bladespinner's lackeys were barely keeping up with the Heroes before Joro (codenamed Spinneret) and Sonaka (codenamed Wraith) showed up.

Weaving into and out of the fray, the ghost-like villain pop out of the wispy form to slash at her enemies. She noticed a couple of Sidekicks showed up to attempt to defeat the villains, but she wasn't worried. They were novices compared to a master of concealed weaponry. Currently, she was dealing with an intern with some sort of speed Quirk. He dashed back and forth like a child on a sugar rush. He attempted to land some square hits on her, but Wraith used her Quirk, Phase, to simply turn into a puff of gray smoke. 

Suddenly, the speedy intern landed a strong jab right in between her ribs then a swift kick to her right arm. Her blade was launched from her grasp. Cockiness must've taken hold of him because he tried to unleash another attack. But, as a concealed master, Wraith always had something up her sleeve. In this case, literally. Sliding out a blade from its hidden sheath, she let out a yell as she dug it straight into the man's orange helmet. It's pale yellow screen cracked due to the force. The intern was too stunned to block Wraith's second attack. She side-kicked the helmet, causing both the wearer and it to drop to the ground. She was about to turn away when she noticed something.

A round young face, mousy brown hair, as he laid gasping she could see braces. The most damning evidence was the giant UA logo on the back of his hero costume. 

"You're... A student?"

Before he could reply, a shot of web stuck to the kid's back. He was whipped into the air and slammed into the ground several feet away from Wraith. The attacker was Joro, Spinneret, donning her infamous costume. A black mask shielded her identity, but not her vision. Even from far away, Wraith could see the intensity in her eyes. Her costume was a tight latex with a cobweb type shirt and boots. Two latex pieces were barely holding up her breasts. Wraith would've said she was beautiful, had she not slashed the throat of the student with her long carapaces.

Wraith wanted to scream but her throat had closed up. The sounds around her became muffled as the realization hit her. These were just regular interns. They were students. Children. 

She backed away from Joro, no, Spinneret, as her former friend basked in the glory of her kill. As she backed up, she felt her heel step onto something. Something squishy. Wraith (could she still call herself that?) Turned and nearly throw up.

It was another student. Her costume was torn to bits but she could make out that it had something to do with constellations. A mask, probably hers, laid broken against the pavement. Sonaka leaned in to meet the girl's eyes. They were a teal. Sonaka could imagine how bright they were when this girl was told she entered the Hero Academy.

"Please..." the girl noticed Sonaka and weakly reached out for her. "Please... Help."

Sonaka choked by a sob. This was someone's daughter. No, this may potentially be her daughter.

"I'm sorry." Sonaka managed to say, grasping the girl's hand. "I'm so... So sorry."

The girl didn't say anything. She couldn't. Her eyes were dull, one of the key depictions of death. Sonaka let her hand fall back to the pavement without another word.

The world around her was crumbling, both physically and mentally. A burning piece of a car crashed landed next to her but she didn't even move. Not even All Might himself could get her to move from this position. The girl was young, sixteen or seventeen at the most. Black hair with specks of white. But despite her physical differences, all Sonaka could see was a teenaged Nusuma. Laying like that in the middle of some pointless battle.

"Who did this?" Sonaka murmured. She placed the girl on her side a gasped.

Her stomach was completely torn up. It was like a pack of wolves that had chewed through her organs. Blood was pooled all over the front of her costume and the pavement. Sonaka gagged when she noticed the chunks of meat. And all of it red. So much red.

Like a rose.

Sonaka reluctantly traced her fingers over the wound. It wasn't as messy of a cut as she once believed. It was crude, yes, but done with a clear purpose. Like it was made by a tool.

"Bladespinner!" shouted Sonaka to no one in particular. She needed to stop him. Fast.

Nusuma, I'm sorry. But I have to do this.

Sonaka's costume flowed elegantly behind her even as she threw herself into the chaos. Quirks were flying all over the place. That Fantastic Devil guy was hanging off the side of a building breathing fire onto the villains below. Mountains of debris loomed threatening around her. Sonaka could see in her peripheral another villain pounce at a sidekick. The sidekick bounced away and disappeared in a shimmery flash before appearing behind him. Normal Sonaka would've floated up to save her comrade. But that wasn't her comrade and, right now, she wasn't her normal self.

She shifted into her Wraith form to move past the burning rubble and blood spatters.

"I wanna have you fall in love!"

Sonaka dodged another flying piece of debris when she saw a familiar muscular form. 

Bladespinner.

His silver was caked in blood and, most horrifying, skin. His villain outfit, a silver and black skintight costume with a saw symbol on the front and back was mostly torn, revealing his muscles and machine parts. His arms, if you could even call them that, were giant mechanical wonders. A mixture of organic and machine parts with two razor-sharp saws at the end of it. He was currently locked in battle with a pink-haired- correction, pink petaled girl. Her pink eyes were filled with terror, yet determination. Next to her was the body of another student, most likely one of her classmates.

Another intern!

Sonaka's body moved on her own. She couldn't watch another death. She was tired of it all. The fighting. The lack of trust. The hatred from society. The reality that you'd never know if you'd make it home or not.

For Nusuma

"Kaori!" Sonaka screamed over everything.

Bladespinner, before landing the final blow, angrily spun around to glare at Sonaka. The girl managed to scurry away as Bladespinner drew closer to a frozen Sonaka.

"What... Did you say?"

"Kaori... Goto... You need to stop." Sonaka waved her hands to motions towards the environment. "Look at this! Look at you! Look at what you almost did."

"I was about to defeat our enemy," Bladespinner bared his teeth. "Are you questioning my decision, Mimoto?"

Sonaka stiffened but stood her ground. "I'm questioning the fact you're about to murder a child!"

"A child!?" Bladespinner scoffed. "That's our future enemy! The ones that might kill us! It's better to strangle the weeds before they overrun the garden!"

"This isn't one of your stupid analogies, Kaori! These are innocent lives!"

"You have no right to call me that!" he snarled. "If you wanna protect them so much, you can die with them!"

Bladespinner had raised his arm to strike, but Sonaka already had disappeared in a poof of smoke. She reappeared just above him. She swiftly tapped her ankles together and two blades shot out from the back of her boot's heels. She raised her left leg. She struck down, but Bladespinner managed to just barely dodge. Still, she managed to graze his cheek. A trail of blood dripped down and onto the ground. 

A rose?

Sonaka snapped back into reality when Bladespinner used the back of their arm to bat her away. She wheezed as all the arm was forced out of her. She went tumbling across the ground, hitting several mounds of rubble. She was sure his attack at least cracked a rib or two was cracked but she needed to move. Like a raging bull, Bladespinner began to charge. Just before he made it towards her, she managed to disappear and poof back into existence right in front of him. She just managed to dig a knife right across his chest and popped out of the way. 

I'm going to get a serious migraine after all this Quirk usage she groaned, already developing a headache.

"Stay... STILL!" 

Bladespinner tried to punch her but she already was gone. Before he could blink, his throat was already slit. He choked out blood with it splattered on a broken pile of bricks. Before he could even get another word out, another knife was planted in his back. Then another. Then three more. 

All Sonaka could see was red. Both figuratively and literally. Bladespinner had hit the ground several seconds ago, let she just kept stabbing. All the pent up rage she had built over the years were being unleashed on the body of her murderous boss. Was she just as bad as him? Probably, but she just needed to be free.

Free.

Nusuma!

Struggling to stand due to her shaking legs, Sonaka started to shuffle her way back towards an alleyway. Maybe she just shed her costume and make it back to her apartment just before nightfall. The last train left at eleven in the evening, she cod make it. She had to.

The sounds of fighting and over the top Quirks were dulled by the memories of her child. Nusuma's birth was a painful, lonely, yet beautiful experience. Her first words 'up, Mama' might've been small to everyone else but the world to her. Her smile was so precious. Her laugh was music to her ears. Her first ever A was on a math test; basic, but God did she almost cry at seeing her child succeed.

Succeed. Nusuma would succeed.

Nusuma, Mama's coming. Don't worry.

"You!"

Bladespinner? No, it was a feminine voice. Joro? No, too young.

Sonaka turned around. She wasn't prepared for the thick piece of wood going straight through her chest. Sonaka let out a deep wheeze. It pierced her lung, she could feel it. Her attacker? That same pink-petaled intern/student from before. Except her eyes were now a green, a green that reminded Sonaka of the grass at the park she always took Nusuma to. Although rage was pouring out of those emerald eyes, Sonaka also detected loss and hurt. Sonaka couldn't blame her. She was a child pretending to be a great Hero. This was probably her first experience with death, at least death that involved her friends and Hero's life as a whole. She wanted to tell her that she was sorry, but the girl raised another arm. It was covered in wood like a thick armor plating. Her hand, although covered, managed to sprout another tree branch.

"I-" 

Sonaka couldn't finish. Her heart was immediately struck and everything slowed. She always thought death was supposed to be painful but she just felt tired and, in a twisted way, peace. All the stress dissolved at the moment of impact. The girl's face was still morphed due to all the suffering she was struggling with. Sonaka wanted to give her peace to her. But she couldn't.

She was falling.

Darker and colder was the only place she was heading and she embraced it with open arms. Sonaka let out a tear; it was her final regret.

Nusuma, I'm sorry. I didn't keep my promise.