#and then he came back and became her main caretaker

[1982brucespringsteen]

okay so lots of people have been theorizing that hbo’s joel is a war veteran and that’s why he’s so good with guns, but here’s my counter argument - tommy’s the one who’s actually a vet

the first clue is the bumper sticker in joel and tommy’s truck

it refers to the gulf war, which happened between 1990 and 1991. if sarah’s 14 in 2003 that means she was 1-2 at the time. would joel leave his baby home so young, when he’s shown to have been sarah’s main caretaker and probably only parent? tommy, on the other hand, could’ve been anywhere from 18 to 22 in 1990. he could’ve joined the army while joel stayed home with his baby, working construction and building a stable enough life for his little family

since it’s been stablished that tommy lives at joel’s house and depends on him, we might be inclined to believe that the family car is also joel’s. but the only one who drives it both times is tommy, which would be kinda weird if it wasn’t his car. so i’d guess it’s his car and his sticker on it

second clue is joel and tommy’s first weapons of choice. while joel uses a wrench to defend himself, tommy uses a gun, which he most likely got at the police station where he was detained

after this, we’re shown that tommy is actually pretty good using firearms. he shots the soldier that shoots at joel and sarah, in the head, at night, with a single shot from a relative distance. i’m no gun expert, but i’ll bet that takes training

and that’s why i think tommy’s the army veteran, not joel! i guess we’ll get more info in the next episodes, so we’ll see

[twostepstyless]

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Fic Advent Calendar Day 7

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Author’s Note: Harry always get's a little unwell when he finally takes a break after a long stint of a busy schedule, and Y/N jumps at the chance to baby her clingy, sick boy, who's usually the caretaker between the pair.

The Gavin and Stacey reference is purely self-indulgent, I reckon I could recite the entire Christmas Special word for word.

As always, likes, reblogs and feedback of any variety is encouraged and always appreciated - G x

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Harry had been sniffling since he arrived home a week ago. He always got a little poorly once he came home after a few weeks of having an intense schedule. Y/N is convinced his body just doesn’t know how to react when he relaxes or goes from suddenly having everything to do to having no obligations, so it gives him a lovely cold to force him to relax for a bit. He had been wiping his nose and clearing his throat for days, and it peaked during the night. Granted him running round various shops in -1-degree weather after a long flight and then traipsing round a muddy field the day after probably hadn’t helped his developing illness at all. His throat had grown scratchier, and his nose was running like a tap and when he woke this morning his body ached so much that a whimper escaped his mouth before he was able to bid his love good morning. 

Y/N loved when Harry was sick. Not that she would wish an illness on him but when he was sick, he became the neediest, clingiest little baby known to man. As Harry blinked his eyes open, he groaned and shuffled closer to Y/N and buried his face in her neck, cursing himself for not shutting the blinds all the way when he got into bed last night as the bright, winter sun shot a splintering ache through his head. 

“G’morning,” Y/N croaked out as Harry hummed in response, her fingers coming up to card through his hair, “y’feeling okay?” 

“Feel like shit,” he grunted into her throat, the warmth of her skin soothing him from the shivers that wracked his body. Y/N wrestled one of her hands up to hold against his forehead for a second. 

“Baby, you’ve definitely got something, your foreheads burning up,” Y/N pitied before trying to get free of his hold to begin her duties as Nurse Nancy. 

“No, no, please don’t go yet, y’so warm an’ m’so cold,” Harry mumbled, looping his arms around her body to hug himself closer to her. 

“Jus’ want to go get some supplies t’make you feel better m’love,” Y/N said. 

“Five more minutes then go, ‘kay?” Harry’s voice slowed, seconds away from falling asleep again. 

“The second y’fall asleep, I’m going to get up and get you some bits,” Y/N said as Harry gripped her wrist before depositing her hand back on his head so she could scratch at his scalp and twist her fingers through his hair. 

“Not gonna, not gon-,” Harry yawned, “fall ‘sleep, not gonna fall asleep,” it took him a few goes to get the words out, and then suddenly as if someone had flicked a power down switch on him, he was asleep as if he’d never been awake in the first place. She waited a few minutes until she knew he was dead asleep, his arms had relaxed their grip, and his blocked nose and congested throat made him let out little snores that she was so fond of as she slipped his grasp. Harry was, usually, fiercely independent. He liked to look after himself and more importantly after others, he would rather have to slug away at a task alone before asking for help, as much as he enjoyed being pampered, he’d never outrightly ask Y/N to do it for him. So, when the opportunity ever presents itself for Y/N to look after him, she grabbed it with two hands. 

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Her first stop on her ‘get Harry better’ mission was the living room, where she set up a little camp for him on the sofa, knowing he hated vegetating in bed unless he was there just to sleep. She popped a few blankets in the dryer so she could wrap him in them when he got himself settled and fluffed the cushions for him. She then went into the medicine cabinet to decide what was best to give him, she stuck to a multipurpose cold and flu pill that had paracetamol to ease his sore muscles and headache, leaving the pill packet on the coffee table next to his full water bottle that she would keep reminding him to drink from to keep his fluids up. She prepared a little snack plate of crackers, a little cheese, and some grapes that he could pick at if the notion took him and finally was off to boil the kettle to make him a hot water and honey with a dash of lemon to soothe his aching throat. She padded back up to their bedroom and stirred him from his restless sleep with a gentle nudge of his shoulder. 

“Morning baby, got your little campsite set up in the living room, okay? Want you to drink all this first though and then we’ll get you cuddled up down there,” she nodded with a gentle smile as Harry came to, making grabby hands at the mug that billowed steam and a sweet aroma he so wished he could smell if it wasn’t for his blocked nose. 

“Our campsite,” his voice was rough before he took his first sip. 

“Hm?” she mused, pushing back his slightly damp with sweat hair back off of his clammy forehead. 

“Our campsite, y’not going to leave me down there myself are you,” his voice sounded smoother after swallowing a mouthful of the liquid but also slightly panicked as he imagined Y/N ditching him to fend for himself, like she had ever or would ever do that to him. 

“I’d never leave you,” she said sincerely, knowing he needed just a little reassurance. 

“Then it’s our campsite,” he drank down nearly all his mug, leaving one last sip left. “Know m’sick but can I have a kiss please? Miss your kisses so much, it’ll make me feel better,” Harry tried bargaining. 

“Drink that last sip and you’ve got a deal, Styles,” Y/N bartered as Harry quickly swallowed his honey lemon concoction, before showing Y/N the empty mug and pouting his lips out with his eyes closed. She huffed out a breathy laugh before leaning forward to give him a few slow pecks before Harry had to break away and violently sniff his running nose. 

“Sorry,” he said meekly, “tha’ was gross.” 

“S’okay, let’s get you downstairs and get some medicine, yeah?” she hooked the empty mug on her pinky finger before letting Harry’s hands settle in her grip as she pulled him to his feet. He shuffled slowly out of the bedroom letting some of his weight droop onto her as they got downstairs. 

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Y/N had kept the blinds and curtains drawn so the daylight didn’t aggravate Harry’s headache any further. She turned on the twinkle lights on their Christmas tree, so the room had a soft glow and wasn’t completely in darkness. She led him to the couch and got him laid down before running to their laundry room and getting the warm blankets from the dryer and running back to get him tucked in. She knelt beside the couch and popped out two pills from the blister pack, handing them off to him, before unscrewing the lid to his water bottle so he could wash the pills down, which he did so gratefully. 

“Think you’re all set, my love,” Y/N began to shuffle backwards to get herself up to standing so she could go strip their bedding to launder it and begin making some soup for him to eat later. 

Harry’s arm shot out from under his mound of blankets to grip her shoulder before she could back too far away from him, “wait, please,” he croaked. 

“Do you need something, H? I’m just going to go wash our bedding and start making you some food for later,” she smiled softly as Harry blinked slowly, his fuzzy head taking a little longer to process her words. 

“Need somethin’,” his voice slurred a bit. 

“What’s that? Tell me, hm?” the back of her knuckles stroked his flushed, warm cheek, as he leant into the wintery, cool caress of her fingers. 

“Need a cuddle,” he whined slightly as he rolled onto his side and pushed himself against the back of the couch. “Jus-just need y’to baby me, just for a little bit,” he said, sounding slightly embarrassed. 

“I’ll baby you whenever you want, lovie,” Y/N shuffled onto the couch to lie parallel to him as his face slumped against her chest. She ran soothing circles across his body before settling in his hair again, his favourite place to be touched. 

“If m’head stops hurting later, can we put on Die Hard,” he asked, his nose-skimming her throat. 

“Whatever you want,” Y/N said.

“Even though y’keep saying it’s not a Christmas film?” he clarified. 

“Even then,” Y/N finalised. Even if he asked her for the moon while he was feeling poorly, she’d do everything in her power to lasso it down for him. “But jus’ know you’ve signed yourself up for watching the Gavin and Stacey Christmas Special with me by asking for Die Hard, and I get to say all the words along with it, ‘kay?” Y/N whispered against his forehead before kissing along his hairline as he nodded. He’d never agree to that normally, even on a good day, so he must be feeling really poorly. “Want you to try and sleep for me for a little bit, okay? I’ll wake you when it’s time for more medicine, okay?” 

“Jus’ don’t leave, please,” he mumbled. 

“Never.” 

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[forkz07]

i have some more about the cowboy au 😼

okay so a little more backstory on everyone

Donna

Donna’s parents, like in the canon, also killed themselves, and Miranda took Donna and Angie in at a young age. Donna was about 5, and Angie was only a couple of months old. She grew up with her and the others and was the baby of the family, always being cared for and treated for which ontop of her parents leaving her, gave her major abandonment issues. So, when Donna was about 11, when Karl left to join the outlaws (since everyone else had alr left), Donna was left alone, and Miranda was focused on revenge, so she didn’t care for Donna at all. All she had was her little sister, Angie. When Donna turned 16, and Angie was 11, Karl came back during the night and took her and Angie away from Miranda and they both joined the outlaws.

Karl

Karl’s parents were killed when he was a kid, around age 9, and he was left to fend for himself until Miranda found him a couple of months later. He was starved, hurt, dehydrated, and severely ill. Miranda took him to one of the local hospitals and he was taken care of, and he swore to himself that nobody, not even Miranda, could take care of him except himself, because if they did it would hurt his pride. He didn’t really like any of his siblings. They were alright, but they got annoying. Then, Donna was adopted into the family. They grew a bond. About 7 years later they hen Karl was 16, he left and became an outlaw. He went around with them and as soon as Donna turned 16 he came back for her and let her join the gang which he was now the leader of. His reputation was massive, and it wasn’t a good one. He was kind of honourable, but he had robbed and killed hundreds. He also had a talent for welding metal and making tools or machinery.

Alcina

Alcina was about 11 when Miranda took her in and was 12 when Karl joined the family. Her parents, even though they were nobles, didn’t think they were going to be able to properly take care of alcina, so they found someone who was willing to take her in (Miranda) and shipped her off so she could ‘have a better life.’ When she was 17, she left home and started to work in one of the new cities, and by the time she was 20, she was a well known, successful woman (which was not common at all). She had her own winery and very loyal customers. Alcina learnt a lot about everyone and everything, and for the right price, and with the right amount of trust, alcina was willing to give you information on whatever she knew. Karl and Donna would come along sometimes if they needed something. And so would Miranda, though, alcina didn’t trust her all too well.

Salvatore

Salvatore was 15 when Miranda brought him in and he was 17 by the time alcina was adopted into the family. He had no mother beforehand and his father was too ill to provide for the family and was later jailed for stealing to try and get money. Moreau had nothing except the fisher house and docks his father left behind. When he was taken in by Miranda, he was so happy. He felt lucky. And when he was 25, he moved out, and went back to the fisherman house his father left. Sal lives quite a quiet life, though, every once in a while someone will come by, and they would mysteriously disappear. Karl and Donna would make trips out to Sal to see what belongings the people had left behind, and if anything was useful, Sal would let them have it.

Angie

Angie was only a few months old when her parents died, and all she had was Donna to take care of her until Miranda found them, though, Donna was still her main caretaker, even though she was a child herself. They grew up closely, though they were total opposites. When Karl came and got them, the two of them were thrilled.

Miranda

Miranda was only young when her daughter died. She was about 22, and her daughter Eva was only 5. When she got mauled by wolves, she was recasted, and swore she would get payback on the man who made it happen. She adopted special children which she swore had ‘gifts.’ Even though she was a governed (which was odd for a woman), people thought that Miranda was a witch. They though she studied witchcraft. And even though she denied it, she did. And she had mastered all there was to know, to the point that she could actually wield magic. Nobody has ever seen her use it, but she has. She cursed Ethan winters and is still out for him. She won’t stop until she has revenge for her daughter. She wants to take his daughter and turn her into her own.

Ethan

Ethan lived a pretty normal life. He got married to Mia, had his kid rose, and they lived on a farm so they could make their living. One day, Ethan was out in his farm when he saw a little girl wandering around. He went up to her and asked what she was doing and she assumed she was in trouble so she ran in the direction to the woods. Ethan knew that it was unsafe and followed her. But when he found her, it was already too late. He got Mia to fetch the law and when they got there, Miranda arrived on the scene. She couldn’t believe what she seeing. Ethan was blamed for the murder by Miranda, though everyone else thought it was an accident. A couple years later when his daughter rose was born, a hex was put onto him by Miranda and his body was slowly deteriorating, though it didn’t look like it from the outside. Whenever he got hurt, it would heal quickly, no matter how severe. It was.. odd. It was like he wasn’t even human anymore. Him and Mia thought nothing of it though, and had to make plans for rose. They had seen a cowboy come by the town recently and knew that he was still here, so they found him and asked him to take rose, and to bring her back in 5 years to see if it was safe. Karl agreed, oblivious to the fact it was Miranda who was after their daughter and took off. He soon learnt that it was Miranda after rose, and he was fine with that, though it didn’t go very well with Donna..

Donna didn’t want to go against Miranda. She was the one who cared for them, took them in, and protected them until they were old enough to protect themselves. Angie agreed with Karl that Miranda wasn’t a good person, but Donna didn’t believe it. She stuck with Karl, though it made their relationship rocky.

Alcina and Sal were shocked when they heard that Karl had kept rose after learning that Miranda was the one after her, but decided to keep his secret and aid him. After all, they could both tell that Miranda was less.. humane.

is there anything you guys want to know or want me to clear up about this au 😻 I wanna write more about it but idk what exactly so I’d gladly take questions

[skeletonpunching]

Buddy Daddies character designer interview

Interview with Enami Katsumi (character designer)

Interviewer: This time, you were in charge of character design for an original series - how did you develop the designs for Kurusu Kazuki, Suwa Rei, and Unasaka Miri?

Enami: For Kazuki: I wanted to clearly get across the idea that, despite being an assassin, he's the caretaker figure for Miri and Rei. I was always working towards that, right from the start. Once I had a rough idea of his face, I tweaked his hairstyle and clothing according to requests, to nail things down.

For Rei: In the first draft, he was a well-built, tough-looking guy - the spitting image of an assassin. But once I heard the staff requests and got a better handle on his personality, I changed course and made him a slim man with a gloomy air.

For Miri: Since she’s the heroine, I very much wanted her personality to stand out. So I gave her facial features and hair that brought out her unique traits very clearly, and made her seem a bit older. I don't draw children all that much, so it was quite a struggle.

Interviewer: What did you consider the most important aspect in each of their designs?

Enami: For Kazuki: He's "a mother". I was told this at every planning session, so I made sure to bring out a certain softness in his physique and expressions - something like a mother's tolerance.

For Rei: I aimed to make his duality - of the shut-in otaku and the cool assassin - apparent at first glance. And I made him relatively slim, in order to bring out a clear difference between him and Kazuki.

For Miri: With "an ordinary innocent young child" as my goal, I cut back on the eyecatching characteristics, and made her hair shorter, so that her liveliness would come through more clearly, and her expressions would be easier to read. At first, I thought she might have ended up too plain, but I figured I would leave things up to the animation and voicing. I was really blown away when I saw her fully-voiced and in motion.

Interviewer: Was there anything else you got especially hung up on when it came to Kazuki, Rei, and Miri?

Enami: For Kazuki: The contrast with Rei was crucial, so I definitely wanted to give him a bright, slightly lighthearted air.

For Rei: When it came to Rei's assassin mode, I was thinking along the same lines as the rest of the staff, and so his attire and hairstyle were decided quite easily. Then I aimed to highlight a gap - I wanted his "off" mode to be idiosyncratic enough to be immediately recognisable.

For Miri: I was told that it was important for Miri to have an ordinary childishness and innocence, and so I was careful to give her childlike body proportions that would make it easy for her to express suitably childish actions.

Interviewer: Apart from the main trio, are there any characters you're especially attached to, whether because you're fond of their designs or for some other reason?

Enami: Ogino [Ryo]. Drawing quirky old men is something I really love, and in the final version, after weaving together all the staff's requests, he ended up looking even quirkier than I'd imagined. So he became my favourite.

Interviewer: When you first saw the complete footage of the characters in motion, what impression did you have?

Enami: Kazuki was exactly as I imagined, so my reaction was, "This! Yes, this!" Rei's "off" mode honestly surpassed my expectations. If I have the chance to draw him from now on, I definitely want to draw him with this sort of vibe. Miri's voice really is a full blast of childishness - I was amazed how thoroughly it makes up for the parts that couldn't be conveyed through the drawing. 

Interviewer: Enami-san, do you think there is some common charm that the "Buddy Daddies" characters share?

Enami: We get to see their daily lives, and personalities that make them seem like the most unlikely assassins, and that makes them very endearing. And once Miri is thrown into the mix, all three of them display all sorts of delightful expressions - I want to keep watching them forever. Since them being assassins is built into the premise, we're bound to see a completely different side of them in future; I'm looking forward to it.

Interviewer: By the time this is posted, episode 3 will have aired. Are there any scenes from episodes 1 to 3 that you found memorable, or that you're especially fond of?

Enami: The scene where Miri says to Kazuki, "I hope Mama's not too lonely…" When they're talking about the difference from her mama's Hamburg steak, you can sense Miri's emotions brimming over; it's incredible.

Interviewer: Please tell us what you think are the selling points of this series "Buddy Daddies".

Enami: I think ultimately, it's the interactions among the trio. I hope that, as the story unfolds, people will enjoy watching the changing relationship between Miri and the two men under her thumb. Personally, my favourite thing is watching Rei in his "off" mode.

Interviewer: Finally, please give a message to everyone who is enjoying this series.

Enami: This is my first time designing characters for an original anime. I grew attached to these characters, and I'll be very happy if you become fond of them as well. I hope you'll thoroughly enjoy the main trio's adorableness.

[jesse-pinko]

Finally finished drawing Wildflower, my main bitch Warrior Cats oc of the series I’m working on that has its own clans, characters and framework divorced from the actual series. She’s not actually a Clangen oc, I just used that format for her descriptors for brevity’s sake and for fun. She actually sprung from my forehead like Athena and I very loosely based her design on a stock photo of a cat that I got off of Pinterest, as God intended.

Wildkit was born to mother Rosethorn and father Timberstar alongside a sister, Mousekit. They were the pair’s second litter after two other mollies; a well-respected young warrior named Dappleshade, and the disgraced Shimmersand, who already walked with Starclan by the time her younger sisters were born. Timberstar had a long-standing rivalry with his half brother Shrikethorn, and the clan’s deputy had kits in the nursery at the same time as Wildkit and Mousekit were born, so shortly after their birth Shrikethorn launched a coup against his brother using the kits as leverage. When a furious Timberstar lunged at his brother instead of immediately ceding leadership of the clan to him, Rosethorn was the one to knock him aside, terrified that his resistance would mean the death of her two kits. The deputy ran to protect his own mate and kits instead of aiding his leader, and Shrikethorn and his small band of followers tore Timberstar apart, ripping away all of his nine lives at once. Rosethorn became unmoored, rarely leaving her nest and too consumed with guilt and reckless, mutinous fury to care for her two kits, so Dappleshade acted as Wildkit and Mousekit’s primary caretaker, even as she and her mate, Eaglesight, began drawing up plans to overthrow their tyrannical leader. Dappleshade had been Shrikestar’s apprentice and had suffered under his mentorship due to his hatred of her father, so when the time came for Wildkit and Mousekit to be apprenticed, she agreed to help Shrikestar abduct kits from a band of traveling rogues if he would let her choose their mentors. Dappleshade mentored Wildpaw herself, and assigned Mousepaw to the molly Rabbitear, as both of them were hard of hearing due to past infections. While out on patrol one day, Dappleshade noticed that her and Wildpaw were being followed by one of Shrikestar’s lackeys, who she guessed meant to do away with them and pin it on a fox or a rogue attack. The two managed to turn the tables on their attacker, and Dappleshade stayed behind to finish him off, telling Wildpaw to go find Eaglesight so the retaliatory coup could begin. During the battle, Dappleshade launches herself at Shrikestar, sending them both tumbling off a precipice and into the raging river below. Unfortunately, Shrikestar is the only one to resurface, and Wildpaw has to be held back from attacking him in her grief. Despite this, and thanks to Eaglesight’s ingenuity, Shrikestar and his followers are driven from the clan, but Wildpaw sneaks out of camp to try and track them down, intent on taking revenge for her sister. Seeing as she is only a new apprentice, Shrikestar makes short work of her, disfiguring her and leaving her for dead as a message to his former clan. The clan’s only medicine cat, Cricketsong, is only two moons older than Wildpaw, with her own mentor having been murdered by Shrikestar after openly defying him, but she does manage to save Wildpaw’s life with some help from the elders of the clan. Eaglesight becomes Eaglestar and appoints Rabbitear as deputy, a controversial choice as she was not clanborn, which some cats view as an indicator of disloyalty backed up by the last deputy’s failure to defend his leader. Wildpaw and Cricketsong bond over their shared losses and insecurities about their respective places in the clan, growing close enough to incite murmurs of disapproval from some other members of the clan, who fret over the rule about medicine cats not being allowed to take a mate. Wildpaw is further devastated by Mousepaw’s reaction to her injury; instead of supporting her through her recovery, Mousepaw determinedly avoids her sister, furious with her for risking her life and putting her and their mother through more grief so soon after Dappleshade’s death.

That’s everything concrete that I have so far, though every character mentioned has their own deal going on and I already know how Wildflower’s story eventually plays out. Hopefully this gets some engagement and people will be curious to learn more; I’m still hammering out the details, like a separate warrior code for each clan that will probably have some determination on their clan name.

[sicknessbysalem]

Novemetober (Rescheduled) | Day One

alternative prompt: unconventional receptacle (replacing sharing a receptacle because i’m bad at multiple sickies)

@monthofsick

tw emeto, fever, underage (16) caretaker

*not a kink based work*

this is my first time doing one of these challenges and im so excited!

Emiliene was already running behind when she stepped foot into La Dolce Vita.

When she got the call from Giovanni asking her to come in, she had barely escaped the diner on Main Street.

She had gotten off two hours later than anticipated, and Emiliene felt awful when she clocked out.

At first, she had wondered if maybe, just maybe, it was nothing more than working too much. She'd had a busy week work wise, every place she worked at either wanting her to work an extra shift or keeping her after she was scheduled to leave. Not that she cared. They needed the money.

So, Emiliene accepted, despite feeling like she wanted nothing more than to just go home and probably go to bed.

She was still typing up her signature sunflower bandanna as she walked into the kitchen.

"What's up, sunflower?" Giovanni's annoying son, Enzo, said, looking up from the stovetop, winking at her, "Glad you could show."

Emiliene feels his stomach seize, and she gags behind closed lips. She didn't know where it came from, but right now she couldn't care. At least, her and Enzo had the kind of relationship where any outward signs of her gagging could just as easily be passed off as a joke.

"Who's head chef tonight?" Emiliene asked, swallowing down an acidic taste in her throat.

"That would be you, princess," Enzo commented.

Catalina scoffed from the doorway that separated the dining area from the kitchen, an empty tray in hand.

"Cut the shit Enzo, you'll make the poor girl vomit," Catalina said, "I would if I was her."

Emiliene had to swallow again. She really wanted to vomit, but not because of Enzo.

"So, I'm on," Emiliene said, "No problem."

Emiliene tried to push through the discomfort, determined to fulfill her duties as head chef for the night. She moved briskly around the kitchen, prepping ingredients and coordinating with the kitchen staff.

Emiliene took a deep breath, trying to steady her uneasy stomach. She focused on the task at hand, pushing the discomfort to the back of her mind.

"Alright, what's on the menu tonight?" she asked, looking over at Enzo, who was stirring a pot on the stove.

“I mean, you could be on my menu tonight,” Enzo proposed.

Emiliene gagged, this time hard enough to cover her mouth. Catalina snickered, at least the waitress seemed to think Emiliene was doing it for show.

“That’s not what I asked and you know it,” Emiliene commented after swallowing again.

"Specials are lasagna and chicken piccata," he replied, his eyes narrowing as he observed her, "You sure you're up for it, Em?"

"I've got this," Emiliene reassured him with a weak smile, her hand resting on her stomach for a moment.

Enzo noticed, but in true Enzo fashion, simply took it as another opportunity to take a shot with her, "Maybe you just need a little Enzo magic to make you feel better."

Emiliene shot him a sharp glance, suppressing another wave of nausea. "I think I'll pass on your magic, Enzo."

As the night progressed, Emiliene's condition deteriorated. The bustling kitchen became a challenging battleground for her queasy stomach. She fought to maintain her composure, but the strain was evident on her face.

Catalina approached Emiliene with a stack of dirty dishes. "You're looking worse by the minute. Maybe you should take a break."

"I can handle it," Emiliene insisted, her voice strained.

"I never said you couldn't," Catalina said, "I said, you should take a break."

"I'm fine, seriously just stop-" Emiliene started. But before she could finish her sentence, she felt something in her throat.

Emiliene grabbed a cup off of the tray, dumping the ice into another empty cup. Before she heaves into the cup itself. A thin stream of her lunch splatters into the cup, and then another one, one that barely stays contained in the cup.

Catalina grabbed Emiliene's shoulders, leading her to a trash can.

Emiliene braced herself, heaving into the trash and spilling more of what she ate that day into the bin

Catalina held Emiliene's hair back as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the trash can. Emiliene's face turned a shade paler, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. The kitchen staff paused momentarily, glancing in her direction, their expressions a mix of concern and sympathy.

Enzo glares at all of them, and everyone else gets back to work.

Emiliene heaved again, her breathing shaky and labored as the vomiting finally died down.

Enzo walked over with a concerned look on his face. "Sunflower, you don't look so good. Maybe you should sit down for a bit."

Emiliene, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "I told you, I'm fine."

Enzo's playful demeanor faded, replaced by genuine concern. "Seriously, you need to take a break. I can handle the kitchen for a bit."

Emiliene hesitated, her pride warring with the discomfort in her stomach. Catalina chimed in, "He's right. You're not doing anyone any favors by toughing it out. Go take a break."

Emiliene reluctantly made her way to the break room. She sat down at a table, folding her arms and resting her head on them. She felt so dizzy and exhausted, she needed the moment to just breathe.

She heard the sound of the trashcan being dragged a little closer, and before she lifted her head she heard a glass being sat down in front of her head. She looked up, and in front of her was a glass of water.

Enzo stood beside her, rubbing her back, "Here, drink this. It might help settle your stomach."

Emiliene took the glass, sipping the water cautiously. The cool liquid provided a momentary relief.

As Emiliene sipped the water, she could feel the coolness soothing her throat. Enzo continued to rub her back in a comforting rhythm. The break room offered a temporary sanctuary from the chaos of the kitchen.

Enzo, usually known for his cheeky remarks, spoke with a genuine concern in his voice. "Sunflower, you need to take care of yourself. We can handle the kitchen without you for a little while."

Emiliene managed a weak smile, appreciating the unexpected kindness. "I just need a minute, Enzo. I'll be back out there soon."

But as she spoke, a sudden wave of nausea washed over her, and she felt the familiar churning in her stomach. She placed the water glass down and clutched her stomach, the room spinning around her.

She swallowed thick, one hand clutching the edge of the table so hard her fingers turned white.

"Emi, are you okay?" Enzo asked, worry etched across his face.

Emiliene's response was interrupted as her body betrayed her once again. This time, the sickness came more forcefully, and she doubled over, retching into the trash can. Enzo, quick to react, held back her hair, offering what little comfort he could.

"Easy, Sunflower. Just let it out," he said softly.

She heaved harder, everything spilling out of her without much effort. After a moment, she leaned back, taking a deep breath.

"Thanks," she mumbled, feeling a bit weak.

Enzo handed her a tissue and gave her a reassuring smile. "No problem. You don't need to rush back out there. Take your time."

-

Camille's phone buzzed in his pocket as he sat on his friend Jackson’s bed.

“Everything good?” Jackson questioned.

Camille shrugged, “My aunt’s calling…”

Camille answered the phone.

“Hey Aunt Cat, is everything alright?”

"Your sister's not feeling well,” Catalina said, “Poor girl’s been throwing up now for at least half an hour. Can you come pick her up from the restaurant?"

Concern etched across his face, Camille replied quickly, "Of course! I'll be there right away."

“Your sister?” Jackson asked.

Camille nodded, “Apparently she’s sick at work. Can you drive me to the restaurant?”

“Yeah sure,” Jackson said, “Let’s go.”

As they arrived at the restaurant, Camille's heart raced with worry. Catalina met him at the entrance, guiding him to the break room where Emiliene was resting. Enzo hovered nearby, looking genuinely worried.

"Emi, are you okay?" Camille asked as he approached her, his eyes filled with concern.

Emiliene managed a weak smile. "Hey, Cam. I'll be okay. Just a stomach bug."

Camille knelt down beside her, a protective brotherly instinct kicking in. "Do you need anything? Should I take you to the hospital?"

Enzo chimed in, "I think she just needs to get home and rest. We've got things covered here."

“Give me the keys Em,” Camille said, “I’ll drive us home.”

Emiliene sighed, “I’ll be fine to…”

Emiliene lurched forward again, spilling more water and possibly some of her breakfast or dinner the night before into the can.

“I can sent a to go box?” Enzo suggested, looking at Emiliene and then Camille.

“Sure,” Camille shrugged, not even questioning it.

Camille took the keys from Emiliene, giving her a reassuring look. "I'll take care of the driving."

As they made their way home, Emiliene's stomach continued its protest. The car ride became increasingly difficult for her, each bump and turn threatening to unleash another wave of nausea.

Camille glanced at her, concern etched on his face. "Hang in there, Emi. We're almost home."

Emiliene nodded weakly, but the queasiness persisted. She clutched the to-go box Enzo had thoughtfully provided, hoping it would be enough to contain any further discomfort.

The car slowed to a stop at a traffic light, and Emiliene's breath quickened. She felt the familiar sensation building up in her stomach, and before she could react, she reached for the to-go box.

Her head was spinning, her stomach was seizing, Emiliene barely had time to open the to-go box before her body rebelled once more. She leaned over, vomiting into the container. The smell filled the car, and Emiliene's face turned an even paler shade.

"I'm so sorry, Cam," she managed to say between gasps.

She threw up again, she felt something warm and liquid on her legs, seeping through her pants.

Camille, undeterred, grabbed a few tissues from the glove compartment and handed them to her. "It's okay, Emi. We'll clean it up when we get home."

The traffic light turned green, and Camille accelerated, determined to get them home as quickly as possible.

Once they arrived home, Camille helped Emiliene out of the car and into the house. He guided her to her room, offering a sympathetic smile.

"Go get changed and get comfortable. I'll take care of the car," Camille said, trying to be as reassuring as possible.

As Emiliene changed, the queasiness returned with a vengeance. She barely made it to the bathroom in time, grateful that Camille had been considerate enough to give her some privacy.

After a moment, Camille knocked on the door. "You okay in there?"

Emiliene, wiping her mouth, nodded weakly. "Yeah, just give me a minute."

Camille went outside to deal with the aftermath in the car. He tossed out the soiled tissues and disposed of the to-go box. Despite the unpleasant task, he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for his older sister.

Inside, Emiliene finished changing and splashed some water on her face, hoping to feel a bit more refreshed. However, as she glanced at herself in the mirror, another wave of nausea hit her unexpectedly.

"Oh, not again," she whispered, leaning over the sink.

She gagged, coughing up a few mouthfuls of acid into the sink, leaving the water run. The discomfort passed, leaving her feeling drained but somewhat relieved.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Camille was waiting with a sympathetic expression. "Feeling any better?"

Emiliene managed a weak smile. "A little. Thanks for taking care of me, Cam."

Camille grinned, ever the protective little brother. "It's what I'm here for, sis. Now, why don't you rest? I'll grab you some water. You just need to take a break…”

Emiliene nodded. She was exhausted, and definitely embarrassed that she needed her little bother to take csre of her. But, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

Part 2, Word??? I NEED to know what happened to Spirit!!

Also, in case she's also whumped now, could we get Isaac as a caretaker for her??!

Aiden smiled dizzily when Mikey came into his hospital room. His mentor had some bandages of his own, but he clearly wasn’t as bad-off as Aiden had been.

“Where's your friend?” Mikey asked in a slightly teasing voice, sitting on the chair by Aiden’s bed.

Aiden chuckled. “I don’t even know. She said she’d be back, or she’d just text me.”

“Is she the one who makes you smile like an idiot when you text her?”

Aiden felt his face become a bit warm with a blush. Mikey took his silence as an answer and nodded, smirking.

Mikey chatted with him for a bit until Aiden became really tired and Mikey said that he’d see him back at work once he was better and back on his feet.

Despite how tired he was, once Aiden was alone he reached for his phone—a nurse had brought him the stuff that was in his uniform like his phone, wallet, and keys—and he opened his texts.

His mom—who was his emergency contact—had sent him a string of what could only be described as frantic messages. Meanwhile, he had a text from his dad that only said, ‘Ignore your mom. Good job, kiddo. Keep kicking ass like me! 😎’. Aiden chuckled at the messages from his very different parents.

Then he opened Spirit’s contact and realized that she hadn’t texted, though he wasn’t that surprised.

He sent her a couple of texts, asking where she was and if she was coming back. He waited. And waited.

She usually answered right away. But she wasn’t even leaving him on read.

Suddenly, Aiden was worried.

— — —

There were two main things that Spirit was feeling at the moment: pride and pain.

On one hand, the five Zeke and his douchebag friends were all beaten and bloodied up thanks to Spirit. On the other hand, Spirit wasn’t exactly better off than them.

She knew there were bruises likely all over her body. She knew they swelling on her arms and legs and abdomen, and could feel a nasty bruise throbbing on her cheek.

Some of the assholes wore cheap rings and brass knuckles, thinking it made them look tough and cool. All those rings and brass knuckles did was leave small cuts on Spirit’s face.

Her own knuckles—which had permanent scars from years of fighting and boxing—were worn and bleeding from how much punching she did. She felt dizzy. Her lip was split and also bleeding. A lock of her hair had been yanked at, and now a part of her scalp was sore.

This was the first time she’d fought any of these guys since High School. After years of her friends telling her to avoid them and ignore them and keep away from their trouble, she finally did it in 10th grade. And now, she’d gone ahead and broken those promises she’d made to her friends.

Spirit had taken an uber from the hospital to Drexel Park. She knew that if she called another uber, she likely wouldn’t be let in the car without being looked at with horror from a stranger.

The last thing Spirit wanted to do was call any of her friends, but she felt like she had no choice. Birdie was not an option since that girl could only keep smaller secrets, and even then she was terrible at keeping them when pressed. Amberlynn and Keiko wouldn’t even consider keeping something like this a secret. Oliver could probably keep his mouth shut, but blood really freaked him out. Jordan and El would tell Keiko, and—of course—Keiko would tell the others.

Plus, if any of her friends pressed her on why she randomly went to Zeke’s house to brawl with him and his buds, she’d have to reveal Aiden. Not that she knew there was really anything to reveal yet.

Sitting on a curb just a few blocks down from Zeke’s house, Spirit sighed as she realized there was only one person who might actually keep her secret and help her.

Isaac picked up on the third ring. “Hiya,” he said in a voice so cheerful that Spirit rolled her eyes.

“I need help,” she said with a defeated sigh.

She heard some moving around. And then Isaac asked, “You didn’t get arrested again, did you?”

Spirit bit down on her lower lip, wincing as she was painfully reminded that it was split. “I’m in Drexel Park,” she said, her voice toneless. “Can you come pick me up?”

She heard silence for a second. “Drexel Park?” Isaac repeated like he’d heard her wrong. “What the hell are you doing there?”

“Just come get me, please,” she said impatiently. “I’ll explain when you get here.”

“Um. . . okay, I guess? I’m on my way there.”

Spirit texted her location to Isaac and then pocketed her phone. The pain was giving her a terrible headache, and staring at a screen wasn’t helping.

Isaac pulled up in his car after almost fifteen minutes of painful waiting. Thankfully, basically nobody was around to see Spirit’s beaten self on the curb.

Isaac stopped his car and jumped out of it without even turning it off or closing his door, which Spirit felt was a stupid thing to do in this neighborhood, but she didn’t say anything and figured it would be fine.

Isaac looked completely and utterly shocked as he took in Spirit’s appearance. During the time that she’d been waiting, her left eye had swelled almost completely shut and her bruises had swelled badly.

“What. The. Hell?” Isaac asked, looking distraught. “How did—? What the—?”

Spirit sighed, standing up. “I’m fine,” she mumbled, walking towards the car.

Isaac scoffed, getting back in the driver seat as Spirit got in the passenger side. “You’re fine?!” he exclaimed. “Spirit, you look like you’re about to be in a fucking episode of Grey’s Anatomy! What the hell are you doing in Drexel Park and how the hell did you get like that?!”

Spirit rolled her eyes, leaning back against the seat. “I got in a fight.”

“With who? The damn hulk?”

Spirit frowned. She was really dizzy. “Can we just. . . get out of here? I wanna get out of here.” She hated this neighborhood. She hated the memories this place brought, and just wanted to leave.

Isaac narrowed his eyes a bit, but then put the car in drive and left.

It was a silent drive. At one point, the silence was broken by Spirit asking, “Can you take me to your place?” in an anxious voice.

To say that Isaac was freaking out would be an understatement. Clearly, Spirit was hiding something. They all could tell that she’d been keeping some kind of secret for a while now, and Isaac wondered if that secret had any relation to the current situation.

Isaac pulled up to his apartment and debated texting Keiko for help. Spirit looked rough.

She slightly stumbled out of the car after it was parked, quickly regaining her composure and walking normally.

Isaac’s brows creased with concern. He walked with her up to his apartment, letting her in. This whole thing was so weird.

Spirit silently went straight to his bathroom, rinsing her face with cold water and blinking as she saw the water swirl with brownish red.

Isaac entered the bathroom as well and stood behind her, arms crossed and frowning. “Okay. Tell me now.”

Spirit sighed. “Get me a towel first?”

Isaac rolled his eyes and hot a hand towel, handing it to Spirit. She wiped the water off her face, but she wasn’t done bleeding yet. Still, she looked slightly less gruesome.

She and Isaac made their way to his dinning room, sitting at the table across from each other. “Answers,” Isaac said. “Now.”

Spirit didn’t look up to meet his eye. “I went to see Zeke,” she said. “There was an issue I needed to handle.”

Isaac’s eyes widened. “Zeke?!” he exclaimed. “You fought Zeke?!”

“And Freddie. And Henry and Javon and Mike. Jeremy wasn’t there, though.”

Isaac’s mind was scrambling. Zeke was the biggest douchebag in elementary, middle, and high school. The whole group knew the story about him and Spirit: middle and high school was hard for Spirit, and even though she had her friends, she also fell in with Zeke and his group.

“They made me mad,” Spirit mumbled, as if that explained it all. “Really mad.”

Isaac could see that she was debating on telling him anything more.

“Please, don’t tell anyone about any of this,” she pleaded, and Isaac’s eyes widened. From the way Spirit was talking—completely unlike herself—he knew this was seriously important to her.

He worked his jaw for a second. Then nodded and said, “Okay.”

Spirit was bouncing her leg unbelievably fast; a clear indication of how nervous she was.

She took a deep breath before explaining, “Zeke and his friends robbed a store at the mall today. It was a whole big deal, and one of the cops who got involved wound up getting pretty badly hurt. I overheard a few things from some cops, heard Jeremy’s and Zeke’s names, and I figured it out. So I went over to Zeke’s house to find him and, long story short, I fought them.”

Isaac was frozen, trying to process all of this.

Spirit looked at him when he said nothing. “Well?” she asked.

Isaac shook his head. “Was it store you worked at that got robbed? I’m just wondering what the hell it was that triggered you so bad.”

Spirit pinched the bridge of her nose. “The cop,” she said.

Isaac raised a brow. “Yeah? What about him?”

Spirit lowered her hand. “Remember when I was arrested? And the cop that brought me out was a guy our age who goes to our university?”

Isaac nodded, still confused though.

“Well. . . he was the cop who got hurt,” she said, sounding even more anxious and taking in a tight deep breath. Every part of her body, even her lungs, felt tense with anxiety. Her face felt hot with embarrassment.

“But why did that bother you so much?” Isaac stressed.

Finally, Spirit took a deep breath and told him, “His name is Aiden, and he and I have been. . . talking to each other. We’re. . . f-friends.”

Isaac’s eyes narrowed in thought for a second before they widened to the size of saucers. “You have a boyfriend?!”

Spirit felt her whole face become burning hot. “He’s not my boyfriend. We’re friends.”

Suddenly, everything was making a bit more sense to Isaac. Clearly, Spirit didn’t want this to get out yet, so of course he wasn’t going to say anything. But he was totally gonna ask questions.

“Don’t tell anyone. Please?”

Isaac nodded. “Of course. My lips are sealed.”

Right then is when Spirit swayed in her seat a bit, staring dizzily at the floor.

Isaac once again became concerned. “Maybe you should lay down,” he suggested, standing and grabbing Spirit’s arm, bringing it around his neck.

She didn’t say anything or fight him, and that just made him more concerned.

Isaac brought her over to his couch and had her lay down, propping a pillow under her head.

“I think the adrenaline has worn off,” Spirit grumbled, looking at Isaac tiredly. “My head hurts.”

Isaac scoffed and chuckled. “I bet your everything hurts. You fought one on six, you fucking beast.”

Spirit shook her head. “One on five. Jeremy wasn’t there. He got ar- arrested.” Her sentences were becoming more sluggish and tired.

Isaac grabbed a med-kit from his kitchen and brought it over, along with an icepack. “You’re not concussed, are you?”

She shook her head. “No, being concussed feels worse than this.”

Isaac did suddenly recall that Spirit had been concussed just a few months before, though he didn’t exactly get many details then.

“I feel like I should call Kei,” he said, sitting on his coffee table and opening the med-kit.

Spirit’s eyes widened. “You said—”

“I won’t call him,” Isaac quickly cleared up. “I’m just saying, he’s better at taking care of you than I am.” He wet a cotton pad with disinfectant. “This is gonna sting.”

He began cleaning the cuts on her face and putting Band-Aids on them. He gave her the icepack for her swollen eye, and gave her a Benadryl pill for the pain.

Isaac left for a second, and came back to the couch only to find Spirit looking at a few text notifications on her lock screen. Looking closely, the name was Aiden.

“Your boyfriend is texting?” Isaac asked, and Spirit shot him an exhausted glare.

“Not my boyfriend.”

“Yeah yeah.” He noticed Spirit’s drooping eyes. “You should take a nap. You’re clearly exhausted.”

Spirit pouted. “I want to text back.”

“Text back later,” Isaac said, snatching her phone and making her exclaim, “Hey!”

“Nap,” he said. “And as for the story about how your ugly face became even uglier, I think we can convince people that you skated into a tree or fell down some stairs. Sound good?”

Spirit rolled her eyes and turned on her side a bit, her exhaustion and the Benadryl pulling her under. “Whatever,” she mumbled. Then, after a second, she also mumbled, “Thanks, dork.”

He mussed her hair a bit. “Anytime, looser.”

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@bellysoupset

[filledtothebrimothy]

Idk if this is ever talked about in the fandom but I think some really interesting parallels between Atsushi and Akutagawa are actually the people who took them in- the orphanage headmaster and Dazai respectively- and how they were pretty damn similar (at least at the time)

First of all, both Atsushi and Akutagawa both had little to no connection with their parents. They’re never mentioned because neither of them really knew them in the first place.

And then, both the headmaster and Dazai “saved” them from their shitty living situations (the word “saved” being in quotes because Atsushi and Akutagawa were simply moved from one shitty situation to another). The headmaster said things like “Compared to what your parents did, this hardly even counts as abuse,” maybe trying to justify his actions, and Dazai promised to give Akutagawa a reason to live, which made Akutagawa’s mental state pretty much dependent on Dazai.

Dazai physically and mentally abused the hell out of Akutagawa, as did the headmaster to Atsushi, while both simultaneously taking up this role of “caretaker” for them. The one main difference between them was that Atsushi actively hated the headmaster. And then there’s Akutagawa, who, as we all know, practically revered Dazai and did everything to get his acknowledgment, his approval.

And an impact I think these different outlooks had on the two boys was how they each treated Kyouka.

Atsushi knew how awful abuse was and viewed the way he was treated in a negative light, so he wanted to save Kyouka from the abuse she was facing. But with Akutagawa, he viewed the way he was treated in a positive light (for the most part, anyway), and so of course he’s going to try to treat Kyouka the way Dazai treated him. Most importantly, Akutagawa tried to give Kyouka a reason to live. Moreover, he thought her reason to live was simply to be an assassin as her ability was perfect for bloodshed, which is what he thought was his own reason to live given to him by Dazai (even if Dazai had tried to tell him it’s stupid to only use his ability offensively).

Something I also think about is how Dazai joined the mafia for his own reason to live, promised one to Akutagawa which became why he joined the mafia, and then Akutagawa tried to push that trend onto Kyouka

While Dazai gave Akutagawa a reason to live, the headmaster made Atsushi want to prove he’s worthy of living. Obviously, the Guild arc points out the rift this creates between Atsushi and Akutagawa and their motivations (even if this was from before Akutagawa’s past was shown).

Now, back to the actual topic at hand after going off on a sort of side tangent, there’s one more thing that makes the headmaster and PM Dazai parallels is their own backgrounds and how they affect how they treat Atsushi and Akutagawa.

Now, if I’m being completely honest, I don’t feel like rereading the chapter that described the headmaster’s past nor do I have the energy right now to look at his wiki (it is currently 3:22 AM as of writing this sentence), so I’m just gonna be going off my memory. BUT.

If I remember correctly, the headmaster was raised in an orphanage himself, and one that was in WAY worse conditions than the one he ran. Imagine the abuse the kids at Atsushi’s orphanage felt but worse. Then there’s Dazai, who was taken in by Mori of all people after a failed suicide tempt as a young teenager. Mori abused Dazai (more mentally than physically), and kinda… yknow, corrupted him.

So, both the orphanage headmaster and Dazai came from places where they were victims of the own abuse they committed.

[ghostace]

gw2 oc masterlist

something like the swtor one - a very brief, very non-exhaustive introduction to each

main crew:

pleurri - commander, priory, champion of aurene - mirage

asuran scholar turned priory researcher, after the colleges' back-stabbing and competition became less and less to her liking. frequently summons her own clones just to talk to, a socially anxious wreck that ended up in a position of leadership she was never meant for when mordremoth arose. with the care of aurene now her responsibility, she rose to the challenge and carried out the path of the champion.

taior voth - commander, vigil - firebrand

the dream always meant for him to be a leader, a protector, a healer, but fate had other plans. lost in the tangled depths after the destruction of the pact fleet, he took a back seat after a painful recovery. reunited after the destruction of the twin dragons, he and pleurri are more of one mind than ever - and they have each others' backs.

side characters:

kiyo kanai - whispers - daredevil & deadeye

criminal scum, street rat - they made many ill-advised choices before finally being caught. leveraging their skills, they negotiated a release to join the order of whispers, where they excelled - and were eventually admitted to the shining blade. with cantha reconnected, they're seeking out particular new interests in the region, including some personal questions as to their ancestry.

saga stormslayer - reaper

a shepherd in the shiverpeaks, away from civilization raising goats and dolyaks, saga led a quiet life until a svanir attack ended her life... and she reawoke, some days later, with new powers and the distant memory of someone in the mists sending her back. she and marad set out from their destroyed homestead to find the person who'd saved her, and try to figure out how she returned.

marad warweaver - specter

an ash legion elementalist, her magic began to wane, growing too unreliable to count upon. frustrated, she left, resigning her position and risking being branded a gladium, and went north where she met saga and the two formed a deep bond. with the help of the raven shaman, she was able to learn a new type of magic, but it wasn't enough when the svanir arrived. despite burying her, saga arose and brought with her more questions than answers, and a new focus for the two.

syvva vlok - renegade & herald

the mists were always an interest of hers, one that made her greatly successful - and always kept her pushing for more. when an experiment led to her falling into the mists, she had to quickly learn to survive with the aid of a long-dead charr warband. manipulating the mists came easily to her, and more than once she sent back wayward spirits, not knowing she was returning them to tyria. her eventual escape landed her in the crystal desert, but in her time away much has changed - and she's in for a rude awakening.

marsus ruincatcher - spellbreaker

blood legion aren't typically known for their intellect, but marsus was perhaps an exception. tired of the battlefield, he joined the priory and devoured the knowledge there, becoming both a stalwart protector and a keen mind in the fight against the dragons. when his wounds from mordremoth's attack never fully healed, he took on the role of caretaker instead - looking out for other wounded pact soldiers, and living a more peaceful existence.

[tbd]

julian frei - elementalist

a healer by trade, the vigil soldier was left to try and keep as many alive as he could when the pact fleet fell. struggling with the effort and the memories, he spends most of his time drowning his mind or following after marsus. aimless, he finds a hint of purpose when an unfamiliar sylvari shows up on their doorstep.

calastris - scrapper & mechanist

she awoke on the run, halfway out of the depths of the maguuma jungle, the echo of a dangerous voice in her mind. straight across tyria, she built tools and weapons from scraps, trying to place as much distance between herself and the remnants of the voice, until she ran into marsus and julian deep in ascalon. clothing and feeding the sapling, they found the odd sylvari doesn't speak and avoids eye contact - but with her contraptions, determination to learn, and an unexpected cheerfulness, she manages to communicate regardless.

ahnwyl - untamed

what do you do when your dream is about someone else? left aimless after fulfilling his purpose, and bitter that his entire existence is meant for someone who doesn't want him, he trails after dragon's watch, causing as many problems as he clears.

dexion theta - holosmith

an inquest experiment in cloning turned sideways when he escaped, one of many copies set himself loose upon the world. injured in the escape but smart enough to take care of himself, dexion took to freedom with enthusiasm - and a particular love of setting things on fire.

[tbd]

fable frostsong - bladesworn

[tbd]

nameless victor - willbender

[missusvixxen]

★ - Deceived Angel | Albert Wesker x OC - ★ Shorts(?!)

"Family Affair"

A/N: Sooo I've decided that I will be making shorts for this series which will mostly be side stories or a dlc if this was a game something like that. And uhhh they may or may not be revealing some OC history, a particular day of some characters, etc. I would also like to thank the readers who are reading my stuff cuz I really did not expect people would read them. So thank you and i hope you enjoy🙏👍😍

TW: Abandonment, brother-sister relationship, lying.

Main Series: Part 1 Part 2

★★★★★★★★★ ------------ • ------------ ★★★★★★★★★

"What's it like?" The sound of a clicking pen came to a halt. He tilted his head and raised a brow, "What's like what?" The man's leg continued to bounce up and down, I took note of it. He's bored when he does that. My back pressed itself on the wooden chair while crossing my arms, "You know," I inhaled and pointed a finger at him. "Being normal?" My eyes were engraved on the nameplate on his white vest, but I payed attention to his word, like he does to me. He was Project Borris' caretaker. The only person who never feared to approach me or my sister, the only person who was willing to take care of us.

I felt his wary gaze planted on me, he became still, interested. Even his shadow was speechless. The brunette man set his pen on the desk beside us and leaned back against his chair. "I don't know..." A hand found its way to his head, brushing his dark brown locks, looking for an answer. "It's fine. I mean, I guess it's the same as you, but... powerless and free?"

Phillip Borris, it read. There was a moment of silence between us. We enjoyed each other's company, even though we were different, he still saw us as his family.

"Do you think she's still alive?" I asked again, with a quiet voice. He stopped again and looked at the pen on the desk, his shadow tasted like uncertainty. "Probably. She's not hard to kill, so, yeah... I think that's that." His leg started to fidget again, he was uncomfortable, but I understood. Losing a sister felt weird, especially when you can't do anything about it. "I think she's onto something." His head was hanging low, arms crossed, leg still. 'He is thinking' my shadow whispered.

"I think so too. And I don't think it's a good one." He huffed, his hand now massaging the back of his neck. Something about it offended me. I was unsure why even though he had a point, that couldn't be it. "It's really no use thinking about her, Angel." The atmosphere changed rapidly, the air thickening, making the both of us tense. "We both know we can't do anything about it, so stop and just comply, unless you want them to hurt you." His voice raised slightly. He had told me that multiple times, yet I ask the same thing again and again.

The room fell silent again, one which we disliked, one that used to happen rarely, until our sister's disappearance. He chuckled, "You're so stubborn. You know that?" The brunette snatched his belongings on the table and stood, stopping to ruffle my hair. "You're going already?" I pouted, hoping for him to stay a little longer. Instead, he gave me a reassuring smile, "They're gonna be analyzing your results now. Once that's over, you're free."

There was that word again. My smile morphed into a frown, my heart clenched, and my stomach turned. Albert said it better. "I'm not leaving this place, am I?" I asked. He stopped halfway to the door, his shadow tensing. The news upset me, my hopes were crushed, fading away into the air.

"You're a bad liar. You know that?" I mocked.

[smollangrycat]

Wings

Avatar: Way of Water Oc

Note - Hi Luvs, so if you’ve seen my earlier post you know I’ll be introducing a new character. They will have nothing to do with Alue’k and her story’s as it is a completely separate reality. (Will be made clear in the M-List)

Alue’k fics will continue as normal with the 7th part of Drown coming out soon. She is my main priority as I love writing for her and she is one of my favourite Avatar Oc’s. Her fics (as well as Eeks) will take priority over the others, so don’t panic.🥰

Soooooo yeah. That what I have planned, if you have and suggestions for the newest edition feel free to leave a comment (I love reading them☺️).

Summary: Introducing Wings, his interest and personality.

Introducing Wings

Aiden “Wings” Chacon is the son of Trudy Chacon - He was just under a year old when the Na’vi went to war with humans. (final battle in Avatar 2009)

He was nicknamed “Wings” because of his fascination with his mothers plane when he was a baby

The death of his mother left him without a caretaker and due to his age he couldn’t be sent back to earth.

His father is unknown as Trudy never shared that information, so that left our poor baby boy all alone.

Jake new about the boy as he has lived with them in the shuttle on the hallelujah mountains.

Jake would hold the little guy as he wield about, the little guy being a common guest on his video logs.

During the final battle Aiden was left in the care of Na’vi mothers as they cared for the children.

Once they found Trudy, the only thing left of her charred body was her dog tags.

Jake felt bad for the kid, he had no family and no one to watch over him - In the months that Jake had spent with Trudy, Grace and Norm they had really became his family so it only felt right if he payed that forward.

Neytiri was not on board at the beginning … and rightfully so humans destroyed her home, her sacred places, killed her father and many of her people.

However when she looked into the little ones big brown eyes the only thing that came to her mind was the woman that sacrificed herself to help save her home, her people.

Neytiri couldn’t turn the child away especially after he all but snuggled into her arms and cooed at her

It still took her time to adjust but that was acceptable after all she had gone through.

So “Wings” grew up in the care of Jake and Neytiri

He was given his moms dog tags and wears them around his neck proudly.

Wings in almost a year older than Neteyam however is still treated as the younger brother, Neteyam and Lo’ak referring to him as “little big brother”

Wings is Tuks favourite brother. He always makes time for her and is always up to lend a helping hand when she wants to learn new hunting skills.

One thing about Wing, he is a storm - He is spontaneous, loud and dangerous.

He fiercely protective and would do anything in his power to protect his family.

Wings suffers from body dysmorphia, he struggles with not looking like his siblings or parents often finding his appearance week and chubby.

He is close with Spider however there is a little bit of resentment for how openly accepted Wings was into the Sully family when Spider has to fight tooth and nail just to be recognised as something other than a demon or a stray.

Wings holds nothing to Spider except from brotherly love and overall playfulness. 

Neteyam and Lo’ak are his brothers they will make that abundantly clear to anyone who needs it, same with Tuk and Kiri - Wings ain’t about to let anyone fuck with his sisters.

Tuk looks up to Wings, loves to cuddle with him and play with his hair.

Wings enjoys annoying Kiri, it’s all in good fun.

He’s just a normal teenager, living happily with his family … that is until an old enemy reappears from the dead.

The same enemy who killed his mother.

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By KATHY McCORMACK and ROBERT F. BUKATY

November 21, 2023

HINSDALE, N.H. (AP) — Geoffrey Holt was unassuming as the caretaker of a mobile home park in Hinsdale, New Hampshire, where he lived a simple, but curious life.

Residents would see Holt around town in threadbare clothes — riding his lawn mower, headed to the convenience store, parked along the main road reading a newspaper or watching cars pass.

He did odd jobs for others but rarely left town. Despite having taught driver’s ed to high schoolers, Holt had given up driving a car.

He opted for a bicycle instead and finally the mower.

His mobile home in the park was mostly empty of furniture — no TV and no computer, either. The legs of the bed went through the floor.

“He seemed to have what he wanted, but he didn’t want much,” said Edwin “Smokey” Smith, Holt’s best friend and former employer.

But Holt died earlier this year with a secret: He was a multimillionaire.

And what’s more, he gave it all away to this community of 4,200 people.

His will had brief instructions: $3.8 million to the town of Hinsdale to benefit the community in the areas of education, health, recreation and culture.

“I don’t think anyone had any idea that he was that successful,” said Steve Diorio, chairperson of the town selectboard who’d occasionally wave at Holt from his car.

“I know he didn’t have a whole lot of family, but nonetheless, to leave it to the town where he lived in ... It’s a tremendous gift.”

The money could go far in this Connecticut River town sandwiched between Vermont and Massachusetts with abundant hiking and fishing opportunities and small businesses.

It’s named for Ebenezer Hinsdale, an officer in the French and Indian Wars who built a fort and a grist mill.

In addition to Hinsdale’s house, built in 1759, the town has the nation’s oldest continually operating post office, dating back to 1816.

There’s been no formal gathering to discuss ideas for the money since local officials were notified in September.

Some residents have proposed upgrading the town hall clock, restoring buildings, maybe buying a new ballot counting machine in honor of Holt, who always made sure he voted.

Another possibility is setting up an online drivers’ education course.

Organizations would be be able to apply for grants via a trust through the New Hampshire Charitable Foundation, drawing from the interest, roughly about $150,000 annually.

"Hinsdale will utilize the money left very frugally as Mr. Holt did,” said Kathryn Lynch, town administrator.

Holt’s best friend Smith, a former state legislator who became the executor of Holt’s estate, had learned about his fortune in recent years.

He knew Holt, who died in June at age 82, had varied interests, like collecting hundreds of model cars and train sets that filled his rooms, covered the couch and extended into a shed.

He also collected books about history, with Henry Ford and World War II among his favorite topics.

Holt had an extensive record collection too, including Handel and Mozart.

Smith also knew that Holt, who earlier in life had worked as a production manager at a grain mill that closed in nearby Brattleboro, Vermont, invested his money.

Holt would find a quiet place to sit near a brook and study financial publications.

Holt confided to Smith that his investments were doing better than he had ever expected and wasn’t sure what to to do with the money. Smith suggested that he remember the town.

“I was sort of dumbfounded when I found out that all of it went to the town,” he said.

One of Holt’s first investments into a mutual fund was in communications, Smith said. That was before cellphones.

Holt’s sister, 81-year-old Alison Holt of Laguna Woods, California, said she knew her brother invested and remembered that not wasting money and investing were important to their father.

“Geoffrey had a learning disability. He had dyslexia,” she said.

“He was very smart in certain ways. When it came to writing or spelling, he was a lost cause. And my father was a professor.

So, I think that Geoff felt like he was disappointing my dad. But maybe socking away all that money was a way to compete.”

She and her brother grew up in Springfield, Massachusetts. Their father, Lee Holt, taught English and world literature at American International College.

Their mother, Margaret Holt, had a Shakespearean scholar for a dad.

She was an artist who “absorbed the values of the Quaker Society of Friends,” according to her obituary.

Both parents were peace activists who eventually moved to Amherst and took part in a weekly town vigil that addressed local to global peace and justice issues.

Their children were well-educated. Geoffrey went to boarding schools and attended the former Marlboro College in Vermont, where students had self-designed degree plans.

He graduated in 1963 and served in the U.S. Navy before earning a master’s degree from the college where his father taught in 1968.

In addition to driver’s ed, he briefly taught social studies at Thayer High School in Winchester, New Hampshire, before getting his job at the mill.

Alison remembers their father reading Russian novels to them at bedtime.

Geoffrey could remember all those long names of multiple characters.

He seemed to borrow a page from his own upbringing, which was strict and frugal, according to his sister, a retired librarian.

His parents had a vegetable garden, kept the thermostat low, and accepted donated clothes for their children from a friend.

She said Geoffrey didn’t need a lot to be happy, didn’t want to draw attention to himself, and might have been afraid of moving.

He once declined a promotion at the mill that would have required him to relocate.

“He always told me that his main goal in life was to make sure that nobody noticed anything,” she said, adding that he’d say “or you might get into trouble.”

They didn’t talk much about money, though he would ask her often if she needed anything.

“I just feel so sad that he didn’t indulge himself just a little bit,” she said.

But he never seemed to complain. He also always wasn’t on his own, either.

As a young man, he was briefly married and divorced.

Years later, he grew close to a woman at the mobile home park and moved in with her. She died in 2017.

Neither Alison nor Geoffrey had any children.

Holt suffered a stroke a couple of years ago and worked with therapist Jim Ferry, who described him as thoughtful, intellectual and genteel, but not comfortable with following the academic route that family members took.

Holt had developed mobility issues following his stroke and missed riding his mower.

“I think for Geoff, lawn mowing was relaxation, it was a way for him to kind of connect with the outdoors,” Ferry said.

“I think he saw it as service to people that he cared about, which were the people in the trailer park that I think he really liked because they were not fancy people.”

Residents are hoping Hinsdale will get noticed a bit more because of the gift.

“It’s actually a forgotten corner in New Hampshire,” said Ann Diorio, who’s married to Steve Diorio and is on the local planning board. “So maybe this will put it on the map a little bit.”

[summertimemusician]

*downs four mugs of extra strong coffee with a sigh* So, that new trailer huh?

Too sleep deprived to go full theorist, so instead I'll compile all of the instances/triggers I can remember for each of the Link's journeys to distract myself from from Skyward Sword because boy having patience with the emulator controls is actually driving me batty. But if I lived through Minish Cap, Zelda I, OoT and Majora's Mask then I can probably do this.

Spoilers below I suppose?

Skyward Sword Link/Sky looking for Sun after she fell from the Cloud Barrier even though he had zero idea what was going on because she's his best friend and his main childhood friend and literally killing a god for her after he hurt her with lethal intent.

Minish Cap/Four Swords (Adventures) being fully intent on vibe checking Vaati for turning his best friend into stone, stealing the Light Force from her and then kidnapping and almost marrying her against her will and succeeding, came to care for Ezlo and the Minish later on as something of a happy incident, because they've basically been with Link through all of the journey and I feel like Link helped Ezlo heal from Vaati's betrayal as a result (my headcanon is that even if the doorway is closed, him and Ezlo still kept in contact and Ezlo taught him tricks of the Minish Trade in magical items)

OoT Link lost the Deku Tree, his father figure at the literal start of the darn game, and went to fulfill his last words by meeting the princess, who then asked him for help and Link being Link wouldn't refuse (that's a fairy for another day, I have so many thoughts on these boys), then Saria, his literal childhood friend and adopted sister, being taken by Ganon and to likely a lesser extent Ruto, who I feel he would come to see as friend even with the whole marriage thing. He also cares for Navi, the entire point of Majora's Mask is that he went looking for her at the end of the game, and he came to care for Sheik who is later revealed to be Zelda so of course he was going to kill Ganon and either succeed or die trying (well, did die trying in the Fallen Timeline Branch which was technically the 'True' one, before Majora's Mask, Wind Waker and Twilight Princess were a thing and no I will not let any of you forget that technically the Hero of Time was always meant to die but kicks it in different ways depending on the timeline, give this man a BREAK, he may as well be the Odysseus of The Legend of Zelda at this rate, the powers that be keep screwing him over yeesh).

Wind Waker Link wasn't even related to the Hero's Spirit, Ganon just fucked around and found out with the wrong kid's little sister that Wind Waker Link basically made the fates and gods bend with the force of his fury to get Aryll and later on Tetra back into making him the hero just so he could throw hands with Ganon, friendly reminder he's one of two Links that actually kill the guy, and the plot of Phantom Hourglass is also related to getting his new bestie Tetra back.

Spirit Tracks Link literally only became the Hero because his Zelda asked and they became close friends and likely remained close by the end of the game, plus his mentor and likely one of his main caretakers in his youth was basically mortally wounded during that whole deal, 'nough said.

A Link to the Past Link mainly helps Zelda because it's his uncle's final request, but then later on they actually are show to be close enough for him to invest himself on her safety even without that motivation, see A Link Between Worlds and also the Linked (hah) ending of OoA and OoS. He likely also was willing to help Zelda with the wish because, even with the awful prices and freeloading and lying, he came to care for Ravio as a friend and to a lesser extent Hilda too as she was his main guide through Lorule. Plus Marin, who really was an emotional gut punch for everybody I think (read: I played Link's Awakening as a kid and whenever I go visit a beach and a friendly seagull comes by I immediately get flashbacks, I don't know how they are in y'all's places but where I'm from they're shockingly chill).

The Original Zelda's Link aka Zelda one and Zelda II's main motivation was to find the princesses, though that one is slightly shakier because we have no idea if any of them knew each other before the world basically became an apocalyptic scenario or if it was just to vibe check Ganon again, find his vibes lacking and save the land again so it could start to heal.

Twilight Princess Link had the village children (one of them basically being like his surrogate little brother in Colin) and childhood friend taken by Ganon's minions, man had no idea what was going on or even WHO Ganon was before the game mind you, he was just a farmer herding goats in Ordon, he was just determined to get his family back no matter the cost, then he came to care for Midna and the plight of her people and what Zelda was going through and was specially close to Midna, the real thing that set him off against Ganon enough to go in with lethal intent was when he thought Ganon had killed Midna, so not only was he the source of the suffering of most of the people he cared about, but he also was under the assumption one of them DIED while he couldn't do anything about it, it's no wonder he snapped so hard and was just READY to obliterate Ganon.

Cadence of Hyrule is actually an interesting case, because not only does Link go looking for Zelda when she's trapped in an eternal slumber and then comes to care for Cadence, Zelda actually goes looking for Link too if he's the one trapped, that actually gives them away as pretty close be it as friends or something else.

Hyrule Warriors, boy is it also a complicated one. Warriors Link is a soldier willing to break rank to defend his country rather than to wait around with his fellow trainees, so him and his Zelda weren't close at all before, but I can see them becoming close when Zelda breaks out the Sheik identity as there's more chances for them to fight and interact side by side and then heal after the War of Ages is over, plus Lana and Linkle, though realistically speaking, Warriors Link would probably care about all of his comrades in battle on sheer virtue of not only their time spent on the battle field but also of the after, it's easy to relate to someone who knows what it's like to suffer through the same experience, though it's very likely he'd be the closest to Zelda, Linkle and Impa after all was said and done. They'd all have pretty similar nightmares I think.

And finally BOTW because I honestly cannot remember if Link in AoC actually lost someone close to him or if it's a Hyrule Warriors situation. Boy where do I even BEGIN with this dude (I say, as BOTW has been existing rent free in my head ever since the final TOTK Trailer dropped, honestly an achievement as usually that spot is reserved for Twilight Princess and Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask), okay. First he lost his childhood friend in Mipha when the Calamity first struck, and then the other Champions whom I feel he grew close to with time (yes even Revali), likely his family as we see concept art of a sister and a father, Zelda and finally Hyrule, his life and memories, his entire identity as a person though thankfully he was nudged into getting parts of it back. And is probably going to experience that same trauma all over again in TOTK.

Any other instances and I'll add here but Tl;Dr : All of the Links (except maybe the First Hero, Hero of Men and 10.000yrs Ago Hero, though that one is unlikely if you ask me) probably have a lot of separation/abandonment issues plus very big problems with failure (see Skyward Sword Link, no thanks to you, IMPA. And also BOTW Link who probably has the worst of the bunch) or just failing people in general, and as a result are extremely protective of whoever they consider their person and most likely always need to reassure themselves they're still there and are very dedicated to them as a result, in this essay I will-

[beantothemax]

(Behold. Four braincell au travel banter. No angst here :)))

“Similar Experiences”

Ritsu: “Defeating the Devil called Poverty” huh? Nice dream.

Partitio: Yeah. I heard of towns running dry but when no amount of stories could prepare me for when Orerush ran dry. It hit us all hard. Saw a lot of people lose their jobs and every day was a struggle to put Leaves on the table.

Ritsu: I hear you. I came from a poor family back in Ku. My mother died due to health complications and my father for a while was the main source of income. He died however to corrupt soldiers and soon I became my sister’s primary caretaker. If it weren’t for Hikari I believe I would still be at Ku struggling to feed Mikka.

Partitio: Looks like Poverty tried to kill the both of us.

Ritsu: Indeed. Unfortunately for it, we’re still here. I have no doubt that you’ll be able to bring riches to all families suffering under Poverty Partitio.

Partitio: Ehehe. Thank ye kindly Ritsu. I have no doubt that you’ll be able to lift up the lower class when you get back to Ku.

Ritsu: Hah. Let us hope so.

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“Math Problems”

Rai Mei: Professor Vanstein, you are a mathematics professor correct?

Osvald: I used to be.

Rai Mei: But you still are an expert at mathematics.

Osvald: Of course. Just because I was imprisoned doesn’t mean my knowledge dulled.

Rai Mei: Excellent. I came to ask you for advice on a particular math problem I am having trouble on.

Osvald: Oh? Go on then.

Rai Mei: Well, suppose there is someone who is trying to flip off their spear onto the enemy. What would be the exact mathematics to do it?

Osvald: Well first that would depend on the height of both the spear and person, the person’s weight, the height of the enemy, and the height the person is flying. Do you have all those factors?

Rai Mei: …Not exactly.

Osvald: Ah. That makes it harder then. If you don’t mind, may I ask why you are interested in this problem?

Rai Mei: …It may be because I myself want to do this technique. I have tried doing it in the past but I often ended up missing or accidentally stabbing myself.

Osvald: …

Rai Mei: …

Rai Mei: Apologies I shouldn’t have asked you-

Osvald: Well it would be easier if you demonstrate this trick yourself. Provided without a spear first to collect the proper data without you stabbing yourself.

Rai Mei: !!!

Rai Mei: Of course Professor Vanstein! I’ll get started right away!

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“Lonely”

Ochette: Mr Kazan are you lonely?

Kazan: Excuse me?

Ochette: Are you lonely? ‘Cause you smell lonely most of the time. That and sad. Kind of like how Temenos smells.

Kazan: Ah. Well not to worry Ochette. I assure you that I am a lot less lonely than I am before. But Ochette why-

Ochette: That’s good to hear! I don’t like the idea of you getting lonely! You’re super smart and clever! The idea that no one wants to be your friend is weird.

Kazan: …

Ochette: Mr Kazan are you okay? You’re crying.

Kazan: I- I’m just fine Ochette. Something just caught in my eye.

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“Siblings”

Ritsu: Kazan do you have any siblings?

Kazan: Oh? What brought this question on?

Ritsu: Well it’s just that you, Castti, and Osvald are usually the people to make sure we aren’t doing anything stupid. Well…until it’s you, me, and Rai Mei. Then Hikari is the one doing it.

Agnea: Yeah Kazan! You kind of radiate an older brother aura. Sort of like Ritsu!

Kazan: Do I? Well…I do have a younger sister.

Ritsu: And why haven’t we ever hear of this younger sister? I would have loved to meet her.

Kazan: That would be sue to me sending her away to get away from the wars of Ku. I didn’t want my sister to experience that.

Ritsu: …That makes sense. I probably would have done the same if I had enough money to do so.

Agnea: If Pala ever had to grow up in an environment like that I probably would do what you did. It isn’t the best solution but it’s the only thing you could do in those circumstances.

Ritsu: Do you still write to each other?

Kazan: Of course. It is, however hard to keep in touch with her moving out and about. Her job requires her to travel.

Agnea: Well, as long as you still keep in touch I think your bond will be strong as always. You’re a good brother Kazan.

Ritsu: Indeed. Perhaps when Ku is at peace, you can invite her over. I’m sure Mikka would be thrilled to meet her.

Agnea: Oh and if you don’t mind I want to invite Pala along! Fair warning though, she probably will go and flirt with your sisters if she thinks they’re pretty and ask them to be her wives!

Kazan: That sounds splendid. I’ll keep that in mind.

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“Unit of Benkei”

Hikari: How many Benkeis do you think this Steam Engine would be? I have heard it was a powerful source but at the same time, Benkei is also powerful.

Ritsu: Hikari what the fuck are you talking about.

Kazan: Well I believe that its power would be at least 5 Benkeis. We’ve seen it in action. It’s only reasonable that 5 Benkeis would be the equivalent power.

Ritsu: Kazan????

Rai Mei: Hm. I actually think it would be 10 Benkeis. What we are seeing here is only industrialization for every day uses. If we go bigger then we surely will see incredible pieces of work that surpasses the strength of 10 Benkeis!

Ritsu: Rai Mei!!!????

Hikari: Surpassing 10 whole Benkeis!?

Kazan: Surpassing 10 whole Benkeis…

Rai Mei: Surpassing 10 whole Benkeis!!!

Ritsu: I hope all of you know that if Ku soldiers are in town, I’m turning the three of you in just because of this conversation.

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“Assurance”

Ritsu: Hikari, what was that back there in the Arena?

Hikari: Pardon?

Ritsu: Back in the arena, when you fought Zeto. You went and zoned out like you did in battles and started fighting like you were possessed.

Ritsu: It looked like you were going to kill him.

Hikari: Ah…

Hikari: There is an explanation for that but I’m afraid it’s quite difficult to explain and unbelievable. I don’t believe it’s a good time to tell you now sue to current circumstances.

Ritsu: That’s fine.

Ritsu: Just know that whatever it is, it won’t change the fact that you are my friend. I would still follow you no matter what you tell us.

Hikari: …Thank you Ritsu.

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“Had we not met.”

Ori: I offer this gift of blood. May the flames turn cold and dark.

Kazan: There’s no need for that Ori.

Ori: I- Brother!? What are you doing here? Don’t you need to quench the flames at-

Kazan: I don’t think we need to do this anymore.

Ori: What do you mean?

Kazan: I mean we shouldn’t quench the Flames. We should let the world see another Dawn.

Ori: What!? But didn’t- Didn’t you say that the world was sick? Didn’t we see what the world did to what little we have? Didn’t we see what the world fought for? Oboro didn’t we see it all!?

Oboro: …We did. And I’m not saying I don’t think the world is perfect. It still is a cruel and unsightly world but it surprisingly isn’t all of that.

Oboro: There are people who unexpectedly try to make this world better. Who fight for a better tomorrow and try to genuinely make it better. Not because of fame, power, or wealth, but because it’s the right thing to do.

Oboro: Over my journey I found many people who are better than I thought them to be. Some of them were as evil as I thought but most were not what I first assumed.

Oboro: Most were just trying to get by in their own way. Trying to be better, to get through the day.

Ori: But- But we got this far! We can’t just stop now! Not when we’re so close!

Oboro: Ori I’m sorry but I don’t think this is the best solution anymore.

Ori: No. No that’s bullshit. You’re not my brother. You’re just- You’re just something that replaced him!

Oboro: Ori. Don’t do anything rash.

Ori: I offer this gift of blood! May the flames turn cold and dark and may darkness entomb the world!

Oboro: ORI-

KIWI THANK YOU FOR PUTTING MY DUMB IDEAS INTO TRAVEL BANTER FORM I LOVE THESE

RAI MEI ASKING OSVALD ABOUT THE MATHEMATICS OF DOING A KICKFLIPNIFF OF HER SOEAR….. she’s nothing if not dedicated

ritsu just being completely out of the loop while the other three all use Benkei as a unit of measurement like it’s completely normal is amazing I love love love this. surpassing ten whole benkeis!!!!

BDBSGGXG GC love agnea warning kazan that pala will try and flirt with ori the first chance she gets.

love kazan crying after ochette says one (1) nice thing to her. he’s just like me fr

oh. oh ok just read the last banter and. I’m sad now. ori saying that oboro isn’t her brother anymore… if you’ll excuse me I need to go cry in a pillow

[leeyanyanyaaan]

Stray Kids OC Profile: Park Eunyeong

KR: Park Eun-Yeong (박은영 / 朴 恩英)

EN: Eunice Park

General

25 (2023)

February 21, 1998 - Pisces

ENFJ-A

164cm / 5’5"

Main Dancer, Lead Vocalist, Sub Rapper

aka. Eunnie, Yeong-ah

Color: Sky Blue

Animal: Cat, Bird

CV: preetaxyz

Childhood best friend to lover of Lee Know, Beloved Noona/Eunnie

Eunyeong was born in Korea, however, she moved to New Zealand when she was around a year old and lived there for 12 years before moving back to Korea in 2011. The reason they moved back is that her aunt got married and she was going to start a family of her own. Her father's side of the family runs a bakery so her aunt would no longer be able to help in the business, so her father decided that he would come back to help in her place when her mother volunteered. Her mother ran her own cake business when they still lived in New Zealand.

When moving to Korea, Lee Minho, Lee Know of Stray Kids, became her first friend, later best friend and lover, as their parents were close friends. They attended middle school and high school together. They started dating during their last year of high school and have been together since. The two of them are as close as peas in a pod, they are pretty much inseparable. They do everything together and have the utmost trust in each other. They’ve been with each other through thick and thin, on their highest and lowest points in life, and during special moments. However, in the beginning, it wasn’t that way, in fact, they were very awkward around each other and didn’t really talk to each other until Minho decided to take the initiative.

She started singing at five years old and dancing at 13 when she came to Korea and saw all the KPOP groups on TV. After graduating high school, she went to study performing arts until COVID hit and greatly affected the family bakery. She now works at her family's bakery and other odd jobs, mostly babysitting and running errands for their neighbourhood. She has considered studying to become a preschool caretaker in the future.

Many thought that Eunyeong would become an idol, but she said that rather do singing and dancing as her hobby on YouTube than as such a big career. She wanted to focus on supporting her family. Becoming an idol would have made things very difficult. She's been scouted a few times but would decline every time, even at the encouragement of her family and friends. At the start of 2022, she enrolled to a professional dance school and continued her studies in performing arts, moving to Seoul that year. She now wants to be a dance teacher, but still considers becoming an early childhood educator.

3 years after the dating ban, Minho introduced her to the group. She was nervous since she’s been admiring them as an idol group before meeting them, but they all warmed up to each other quickly. 

She would come over pretty regularly afterwards. Not only does she help them during practice, but she also helps them around the house and cooks. She would also just come over to hang out and bond with them. 

They also come up to her sometimes when they need help with English. They say she’s a good teacher.

Stray Kids often say that she’s like the big sister of the group. Eun-Yeong is very close to the boys and loves them as her own brothers, as she doesn't have any brothers of her own.

She's particularly close to Felix due to their mutual hobby of baking, and the fact that they both grew up in different places in Korea. Chan is also someone she became close to due to their similar experiences of immigration.

Felix and Chan joke that she's from "Baby Aussie", noticing some similarities in the culture of NZ and Australia, such as vegemite/marmite and fairy bread.

Eunyeong has two younger sisters, each of them six years apart. Jeong-Hwa/Julia the middle sister was born in 2004, while Hwa-Young/Harmony the youngest sister was born in 2010. They’ve appeared on her channel live streams a few times.

Jeonghwa has been a trainee in JYP for five years, but has been recently announced as the leader of a new girl group debuting in 2023. Eunyeong celebrated it on her private social medias.

Jeonghwa dedicated a big part of her debut speech to her older sister, who had been constantly supporting her dreams and encouraging her. Eunyeong really cried that day :")

Eunyeong's best friends are Cheon Seo-Yeon and Min Hye-Seong. She met Hyeseong during high school, bonding over KPOP, fashion, singing and dancing, while she later met Seoyeon, the younger sister of one of Minho’s friends, who’s interested in anime and music. Seoyeon is a graphic designer while Hyeseong is a clothing stylist and make-up artist. She shares an apartment with them after moving to Seoul.

They help out in Eunyeong’s channel, with Hyeseong being her voluntary stylist and Seoyeon assisting with the editing and mixing.

She later introduced her two friends in her channel by doing a WOLFGANG cover project with them as vocalists. It was a project the three of them invested a lot in, making it a whole music video with set-up, costumes, their own instrumentals, backup dancers and singing and dancing at the same time. They have also covered the Stray Kids Kingdom covers of I’ll Be Your Man and God’s D4, with Seoyeon making animation, art and music video. They'd have monthly collabs anticipated by Eunyeong's fanbase ever since.

Eunyeong is a sweet and lovely girl who gets along with everyone. Towards those younger than her, she immediately has this “older sister” switch and becomes caring and doting towards them. However, according to Minho, she can be pretty childish, playful and cheeky, and scary (mom-type scary) if she wants to be - she just never shows this side of herself to others. She's loving and caring all the time though, putting everyone else before herself.

In middle school, she was picked on because she used to be very timid and shy and her Korean wasn’t good. Having only just arrived in Korea, her Korean still needed improving as it was not her first language. It lasted for most of the year before she finally decided to stand up for herself. It was so uncharacteristically brave of her. Since then her classmates stopped seeing her as the shy transfer student and admired her bravery, even voting her to be their class president. She also finally gained the courage to approach others. Minho will never forget that moment.

Eunyeong describes herself as someone who just likes to enjoy her everyday life, but tries to keep it simple and organized. Her family and friends are the most important to her. 

Her favourite colours are blue, white, yellow, and turquoise.

Her favourite season is summer. She likes going out to the beach the most, especially when she was still in New Zealand.

She took taekwondo for five years in New Zealand and up until her last year in high school in Korea, making that ten years overall. She has won many awards during that time period. She mentioned that she didn’t go to classes as frequently in New Zealand as she did when she took it in Korea.

She also took gymnastics in the past. It was popular among her peers in elementary.

Eunyeong’s hobbies include: baking, listening to music, playing the guitar, dancing, singing, going out. 

She also enjoys reading and drawing, things she did when she used to be the shy kid, afraid to make new friends. 

She's watched anime as a kid but not as much anymore. She likes the Sanrio and Studio Ghibli franchise.

She's good with animals.

Eunyeong's YouTube channel is a KPOP/JPOP/Pop cover channel, a mix of dancing, singing, and acoustic covers. 

She does casual chatting and cover livestreams as well.

Up next: Cheon Seoyeon and Min Hyeseong, Park Jeonghwa and HIGH SCHOOL DAYZ

[tigorrrr]

Name: Nejteri

Age: ??? (6 years younger than Shao)

Height: 150cm

Weight: 83kg

Breast size: D

Species: a TaiGore humanoid (it's said they're extinct)

Resides: Outworld

Fighting styles: Kung-Fu, Muay Thai, Taekwondo/Kickboxing

Appearance: Relatively a small woman for her age but her limbs are honed with broad muscles, she's agile and very fast, most of her strength is in her legs. From a malnourished child that Mistress Eileithyia had found on steep mountains, under a proper care and training provided by the military family Nejteri grew up to be a decent fighter although she avoids fights if possible. Her body - back and front - although less lean and has more natural body fat that just stays there. Hair that she keeps short curls up naturally, if it were longer the locks would be more straight.

She usually wears sleeve-less clothes when not being a caretaker for the day and leans towards more darker colors, sometimes she does like a pop of red or orange. The set of earrings were her first ever gift from Shao and his brothers when she was nearing her adulthood, right before she left the family.

Nejteri has a cat-like shaped eyes, scleras are a darker color of blue. Her ocean-blue eyes glow in the dark.

She rarely transforms into her TaiGore form but when she does she reaches to 200cm. Her predatory sense of scent is ten times more efficent, if she were to track her prey only crossing a water would help them shake her off.

Her diet is strictly meat, raw or cooked, if she'd eat anything else her stomach wouldn't digest it and her body would be forced to throw up.

Personality: as she got older she became more mellow, before then she was a meek, silent type that would get hostile if feeling threatened. Nejteri is quite dense and socially awkward when interacting with people, she doesn't have that issue with kids from teens to infants - her gentleness comes out naturally when around them. She may look level-headed but it's quite easy for her to loose her cool at certain situations.

Past life: Nejteri doesn't remember anything clearly before she was found by Shao's mother, only that she was always on the move with bad living conditions around jungles and mountains. She was taken in to their family to be sort of Shao's maid/caretaker for he was constantly sick and needed someone by his side 24/7. The family members were relatively kind to her, even let her to participate with Master's sons training at times, most brothers treated her either like a sister or a friend or an useless addition. Nejteri left them as soon as she became an adult, not being needed to be by Shao's side any longer, she traveled around the Realm before settling in the main capital.

After so many years and Wars she'd met Shao again, now a general, with an-almost-teen boy he had been training under his wing. Although they met rarely, Nejteri came to just look at Shao when he was at work with his General duties from far away, but always went out her way to see Reiko every day.

Present life: currently, Nejteri is a kindergarten teacher for most days and a self-defence trainer during afternoons, if she isn't busy with either of those she likes to take a trip for a few days into forests to hunt and free her tiger spirit.

Relationship status: complicated

Adopted son: Reiko

KOMBAT INTROS

Shao: If you give up now I promise you will walk out without broken bones, Cub.

Nejteri: I broke your arm before, don't be such an arrogant cad, Sh'o.

Nejteri: If you were a good General, then you'd listen to reason.

Shao: You don't know the first thing what it takes to be a leader. Just worry about your toddlers, midget.

Shao: You really think you can handle me? I've grown stronger... and taller since the last we fought.

Nejteri: What? Ya will go gentle on me? What a disappointment.

*

Nejteri: Third time's the charm, as they say.

Reiko: If I manage to beat you today, will we go get drinks for my success?

Reiko: Why did you chose their side?! I thought—

Nejteri: I'm on no one's side, kid! I don't want a war and have many other children go through the same pain as you did.

Nejteri: You became quite stubborn, may be my side of the family...

Reiko: And? Should I say; 'thank you mother'?

*

Shang Tsung: It's a shame you don't wish to join us, I quite liked your elan.

Nejteri: Can't say I ever liked anything about you, you scumbag.

Nejteri: There was always a foul stanch about you!

Shang Tsung: That was the reason for your cold shoulder, dear?

Nejteri: I won't let you hurt them!!

Shang Tsung: They lost to me because they were weak. You shouldn't have coddle them, Nejteri.

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