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jjackrabbitt · 3 years

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That Damned AU

Hey guys (gn), I know you’ve heard me talk about this before, but I’ve actually been working on it now, so here’s part of it. It’s called That Damned AU because it’s been waking me up in the middle of the night to think about it for the last two years, so it’s just me damning it. I will probably change the name at some point. If you have any suggestions, I will gladly consider them. Basically, That Damned AU follows the events of the canonical story line of MPHFPC, but I’ve changed some things around, messed with some details, and added a few things. Mostly to fix or add to things that I have complaints about or wanted to hear more of. I will be tagging it as That Damned AU in case you want to block it

Before we begin I would like to thank @finn-nito for letting me talk his ear off about all this and in turn talking my ear off. It’s been a lot of fun doing this with you and getting to know you.

Now for the damned thing:

Ricky actually goes into the house with Jacob when Abe doesn’t immediately answer. Probably makes dumb comments about the decor or some thing. Goes back to his car for the gun when they see the screen door. Tells Jacob to stay there. Rushes back when he hears Jacob yell for Abe when the flashlight is found. Catches up to Jacob just on the edge of the woods and gives him shit for moving. Tries to lighten the mood and reassure Jacob, until they see the trail of blood. Is there with Jacob when he finds Abe. Ricky tries to keep Jacob from touching Abe because he thinks Abe is already dead. Both of them handle the situation Extremely Badly. We actually hear Abe call Jacob “little tiger” this time instead of just retconning it. Ricky alternates between trying to get enough signal to call the police and crouching with Jacob to try and help him. Abe’s riddle is delivered the same as before and Jacob does see the hallowghast. Ricky tries to shoot it but can’t because he doesn’t even know it’s there. When Jacob sees it he does grab onto Ricky and start shaking him with one hand, still holding onto Abe with the other.

Both boys have to be questioned, together and separately. Jacob sees Ricky’s interview because he gets a chance to snoop through the policeman's notes. He gets mad that Ricky wouldn’t admit to seeing the hallow and Ricky gets defensive about it. They don’t stop talking though because they mutually think the other is having a stress reaction and is seeing things/is erasing things from their own memories.

Jacobs parents didn’t really like Ricky before and they really don’t like him now because they think having him around will remind Jacob of finding Abe, but Jacob almost seems less stressed when Ricky’s around so they’ll allow it.

They don’t necessarily see each other more, but their interactions are way more emotionally charged now.

Ricky does start carrying his gun more because while he didn’t see the hallow, that was a scary night and he did hear something. He brings it into Jacobs house several times without Jacobs parents knowledge. This is a point of contention between Ricky and Jacob because if Jacobs parents find out Ricky will not be allowed back and will be cut off.

Because Ricky is still very much attached to Jacob when he starts seeing Dr. Golan this time, Ricky is in more danger of wights.

Dr. Golan hears a lot about Ricky. Probably significantly more than he wants to.

Ricky doesn’t get the medical attention that Jacob does because he’s poor and when Jacob knows Ricky’s having a problem he asks Dr. Golan for advice for Ricky.

Jacob is more resistant to Dr Golan’s work this time, because Ricky is there to call bullshit when he hears it and mentions that Jacob's meds are making him weird. Golan responds to this resistance by trying to convince Jacobs parents that Ricky is bad for Jacob. It does work but both of his parents are fairly shit at computers and they both have to sleep some time, so Jacob can still message Ricky and sneak out at night.

Ricky does appreciate when Jacob gets advice from Dr. Golan for him, but he does still give Jacob shit for therapizing him.

Both of them are being observed by wights at this point. Jacob gets a series of very weird food delivery guys and there’s like, three different cars that consistently follow Ricky. The food delivery guys aren’t outright weird, they just have the same ~*vibe*~ as Golan and some times they say strange shit. One of them knew his name without Jacob introducing himself.

The cars wouldn’t be weird if they weren’t definitely the same cars, didn’t only stop following Ricky when he A) was near his house or B) took random turns without signalling, and didn’t seem to follow any particular pattern to where he was seeing them. If they were in a similar area at similar times every day then okay, he just keeps seeing the same people on their way to work or whatever, but that’s not what’s happening.

Not much comes of it though. Jacob gets a few weird stomach aches, Ricky gets pulled over by a really strange cop once. Some one breaks into Ricky’s house while no one’s there and goes through stuff but doesn’t take anything or make a mess, the door’s open and a few things have moved when he gets home. You know, normal stuff.

Once, Jacobs parents go out of town. One of his mothers cousins is getting married, and they just aren’t sure that Jacob’s ready for travel and relatives and a party and everything. They don’t want to leave him for the weekend, but they both agree that he’s been doing really well lately (and it’s been months. They want to get out of the house and do Normal People Things). They tell Dr. Golan that Jacob’s going to be alone for the weekend and tell Jacob to go across the street to their neighbour for help if anything happens and they give the neighbour Dr. Golan’s number.

Roughly ten minutes after they leave, Ricky shows up. The Crown Vic goes in the garage, Alien is turned on, Chinese food is ordered and the weekend commences.

They barely even watch the movie, they’re busy talking. They fall asleep on the couch and honestly? It’s the best sleep Jacob has in months.

Until it’s about 4 a.m. and Jacob wakes up violently because this time the scene in his dream changed. This time he and Abe are in Abaton. He doesn’t know it’s Abaton, of course, and though the events of the dream have change, this one feels worse some how. Now he’s missing his grandfather and this place that he doesn’t even know what it is. He feels weirdly protective of it.

Dr. Golan Really doesn’t like Ricky. It’s significantly harder to manipulate Jacob if Ricky’s there to call bullshit. It’s still pretty easy to get Jacob to go to Cairnholm though. Even Ricky doesn’t call him a quack over it. Only tells Jacob to send him a post card of the only place on earth that’s more of a nowhere than Englewood, Florida.

Jacob does have some apprehension over being separated from Ricky, but he figures it’ll be okay since there will be a phone at their hotel.

They do spend a lot little more together than usual in the weeks leading up to Cairnholm. It worries both of them that they’ll be more than a 20 minute drive from the other. Jacob’s more obvious about it, Ricky (poorly) pretends it won’t bother him that much.

Jacob does bring one of his dads less favoured cameras with him, to take pictures.

His dad does try to insist that Jacob spends some time with him to look at birds. It’s funny, they keep seeing this one peregrine hanging around. Some times she, Frank says it’s a she, flies over them. She doesn’t seem too interested in hunting. Some times she disappears for a little while, but she comes back most of the time, unless it’s later in the day.

Kev and Martin are dating. I know it says in the book that Kev has a wife but no he doesn’t ❤️. Kev and Martin are dating and in love and very little will convince me otherwise. Everyone on Cairnholm is completely chill with it. They have dinner with Martins uncle on Wednesdays. Kev tried to take Martin fishing once and it went terrible but it was fun.

Jacob meets Martin on the first day, at the Priest Hole. He’s done at the museum for the day and is getting a drink with his sister and working on his poetry. He and his sister are harassing Kev while he’s on the job. They meet because Martins sister, Amelia, sees Frank and Jacob lugging more than they can carry up the stairs and makes Martin come with her to help.

Amelia is one of the very, very few ocs you’ll see in here, I’m not here to add a bunch of people. She’s here because I don’t want Martin to be lonely, as a plot device to make things move forward, and because I think we should have more women. Yes MPHFPC already has a good amount of active women characters, yes I want more.

They start talking because both Martin and Amelia are huge nerds who would be excited about bird watching. When Martin mentions the museum, Jacob gets interested, as before he thinks it will help him unravel his grandfathers riddle. That’s it for now, but I will try to update again soon, though it probably won’t be as long. if any of you have any ideas or opinions to add, I’d love to hear them!

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maliciouslycreative · 3 years

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How I played damage control to an anti in a small anime fandom and may have led to her ultimate downfall

I know I had a really nice write up of this at one point but oh well. I’ll spill more of the tea in this one because honestly the tea was so hot.

There are a few things that I have to give context to first. Gaia online was like THE mega forum of the 2000s, you made a little avatar and through posting and doing other activities on the forum you made money to buy clothes for your avatar. There were forums for everything but the fannish portions were really what drew in most of the people. The anime I was into was Beyblade. It was a shonen anime about fighting with tops that were possessed by the spirits of magical creatures. The story was honestly pretty average but the characters were fantastic and the fandom is to this day still one of my favourites. The series had a primarily male cast and didn’t even have a female lead until the second season. This led to the fanfic for the English fandom being about 70% canon/OC, 10 % canon m/f, and 20% slash. The most popular character in the English fandom was by far Kai Hiwatari, the loner badboy of the team.

Also before we get started I would like to add that one of my best friends was neck deep in this and the two of us were more or less fandom married. This is the same friend that I fake dated, had feelings for, and she nearly got me into kpop in 2011 so like if you haven’t read that story please read it too because it will give you a good idea of how stupid I am and how much of a fanfic I have truly lived.

To set the stage I was 16, soon to be 17 when I joined the fandom and it was 2004. In September of that year I wrote a humour longfic that became an absolute smash hit and I found myself somehow fandom famous. It was around this time that I joined Gaia online. I made my little avatar and immediately went looking for the beyblade thread so that I could make new friends. I found the main thread, made my little introduction and at the end of it mentioned that I was a slash writer but I supported all ships. This is where I met C. She had declared herself the authority on Beyblade in these parts and I had just committed the crime of mentioning slash which was very obviously not canon and we did not discuss in this thread because we only discussed canon things. I was like well that’s a bit severe but like sure whatever I just want to hang out and have fun.

Oh boy did I have no idea what I was in for.

C was a year older than me and unfortunately that made her older than the majority of the fans at the time. Her favourite character was Kai, and she was not shy about talking about this fact. She stanned Kai above all other characters, and often at their expense. She was also a fanfic writer of a popular canon/OC series. Actually, she was so full of herself that she didn’t even call herself a fanfic writer, no her stories were in fact novels and were apparently very good. I never read them. But more on that later.

Eventually the slash fans got tired of her being rude to us in the general thread so we made a Beyblade slash thread. There was a core of like 8 or so of us and we honestly had sooo much fun. When C would be too unbearable in the main thread the people from there used to come over to our thread and we’d chat with them about non slash stuff because we were honestly all multishippers and just wanted to have fun. We’d get comments like “wow, I’ve had more pleasant canon het ship discussions in the slash thread than the regular thread”. We never worried about C coming over and getting upset about comments like this because she refused to be associated with anything related with slash lmao.

I tried my best to keep the peace between C, myself, and the rest of the fandom because ultimately I hate being in fandom drama. I just want everyone to have a good time. I’m a people pleaser. Unfortunately my newfound fame put me in the awkward position of being the most fandom popular person in our small community aside from C. Virtually every fan that read fanfics that came into our thread knew one of us or the other by reputation and C HATED this. Especially because people would come in to the thread, recognise me and go “oh my goodness I love your fanfics!” and I’d be super sweet with them and it’d lead into “I can’t believe how nice you are, I love you” which would lead to us crying at each other. This was not the kind of fan interaction that C got, no her fans were more kind that were there to praise her and worship her like a deity that had blessed them with some gift. Rarely did they tell her how kind she was.

Back in the mid 2000s there were really commonly those commercials (usually by Christian organisations) asking people to sponsor say children in Africa or to help build schools or provide drinking water. You all probably know the ones; know the language that they used in those commercials. My fandom wife, who I suppose I shall call wifey because yes we were THAT couple back then, once said that C described her fics like those people described donating money to save the lives of Children in Africa. So we used to joke that her fics were so good they’d save lives in Africa. Looking back at it all, she almost had a very fundamentalist Christian approach to bringing people into her fanfics. She of course tried to get all the slash people into reading it. None of us read canon/oc fic mostly due to our poor treatment at the hands of their fans and creators. Getting fed up I one day told her that if she would read any one of my fanfics that I would read the entirety of her novels. Yes, I was willing to commit to read a couple 100k of canon/oc fanfic that I’d never touch normally if she would even read one of my 1k 1 shots. Heck, I had a fic even that shipped 2 minor characters so she didn’t even have to sully herself reading about one of the main characters. It was honestly a good deal in her favour. I kept this up until the day we all left the fandom. Sometimes I do wonder if her fics were even ¼ as good as she claimed, but I will never know because she refused to read my fics.

She wasn’t all bad and a tyrant all the time. As long as people kept the conversations on track and didn’t come in to the thread saying things like “KAI IS SO HOT ND T3H BEST N I AM GUN 2 MARRY HIM” she stayed mostly civil. It was always hilarious watching InuYahsa or Naruto fans try to come in and bad mouth Beyblade because they’d unleash the dragon and C was great at chasing off undesirables in the thread.

The real apex of goings on though on Gaia was the guild drama. So guilds were like exclusive themed mini forums within Gaia. Anyone could buy one and run it however they want, as long as it still adhered to Gaia’s ToS. C of course was the owner of the only Beyblade guild. The fandom wasn’t really big enough to support 2 guilds so we just kind of let it go. Technically she allowed people to post slash fanfics but like everything had to be explicitly tagged and there was absolutely no slash RP. Wifey and I controlled a handful of minor characters together in the forum RP and definitely used to try to push the boundaries a little bit. Some ambiguous flirting here, a stray comment there. It was such a fragile balance though because C was heavy on the ban button. The active portion of the guild was just people that were in the cult of C and worshipped her writing.

Understandably the other slash fans and myself were getting disheartened by this. So we pooled our funds together and decided that we’d open a second guild that though it was run by slash fans we would welcome anyone into our ranks. We just wanted to have a fun place for everyone to hang out, and to hopefully run a few events out of. In hindsight, we should have seen what would happen. When we opened the guild, with me as the guild leader, it was like somebody blew up the whole dam protecting the delicate ecosystem we had cultivated. Every single person in the Gaia fandom that was not a zealous follower of C applied to be in our guild and left her guild. We of course figured that we’d attract some of the gen population but we did not expect to accidentally poach all of it. All of the moderators were getting messages from people thanking us for giving them a place where they could say whatever they wanted without fear of getting their faces ripped off or banned.

C lost her shit. She was so mad that we went behind her back to ruin her guild. We literally had to show her posts in the very public slash thread that we had been planning this in public and that it was not to ruin her life. We just wanted a place where we could freely post slash. The two of us had some spicy comments back and forth and then she dropped an absolute bombshell on me. Since Gaia’s mail system is terrible I unfortunately no longer have exactly what she said but it was something along the lines of “Ok, you win. I’m going to close my guild.”. Us slash fans had never been doing this to win anything. We had never been competing. We just wanted a safe space to be ourselves.

C never joined our guild. The fandom slowly faded out within the next year anyway. We weren’t getting new content so naturally people just drifted into other fandoms. C kept up with the main Beyblade thread for a lot longer than most of us but eventually that eventually faded into obscurity too.

I learned a lot about fandom bullies from those days. But honestly the thing that stuck with me the most out of everything was that if you provide a positive safe space for people they will flock to it. It may seem like there are so many hostile people out there, but there really aren't. They're the minority but they just make sure that their voice is the loudest. The best way is to ignore them and just do your own thing. The bullies just want attention and if you don’t give it to them and prove to them that their opinion doesn’t matter to you then they’ll move in and find something else to yell at.

#malicious musings #stacey's adventures in fandom drama #lol #honestly it was such a fucking wild time #if i think of any other specific instances of drama i'll add them #god i wish i had screenshots of some of what went on #but sadly going through archived gaia posts is easier said than done

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beskarhearts · 3 years

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Partners (Din Djarin x oc/reader)

Recluse series pt. 1

Pairing: Din Djarin x oc!bountyhunter/f!reader hybrid (no use of Y/N)

Warnings: before events of season 1, cursing, mentions of sexual harassment, canon typical violence/death (let me know if I missed any!)

Word count: over 7.4 K

Summary: Din Djarin was one of the best hunters in the Guild but when bounties aren’t abundant and someone appears to one-up him, he resorts to something that differed from everything he preferred.

Notes: This idea hit me and I HAD to write it. I am not sure how many parts this is going to be yet but I am very excited for the dynamic between these two characters! Let me know what you think and I will be making a tag list for this series, so let me know if you want to be added.

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Almost on the same day, every week for years now, Din Djarin did the same thing. He landed the Razor Crest on the planet of Nevarro, traveled into town, and went to the same cantina he had gone to every single time.

Life was just a constant, repetitive cycle. Go to Nevarro. Get the credits and new fobs. Hunt the bounties. Back to Nevarro. An endless habit he had formed. And Din was content with that, perhaps even happy with it. It was a peaceful existence, at least as peaceful as it got for a man whose profession was being a bounty hunter. Bounties for him provided a challenge sometimes, almost like a puzzle, but never took too much out of him. Though he wouldn’t admit it and was never one to brag like many other bounty hunters, he was exceedingly talented at his job and hunting bounties was never the hardest part of his job. He could do it for years and probably never think twice about it. It was just who he was, had been for longer than he cared to remember. Hunting bounties was something he could do with his eyes closed. It was familiar and a task he did spectacularly and with ease.

The part that was the most difficult for Din Djarin was landing on Nevarro and getting his credits. He could spend days searching for a bounty. He could get into dirty brawls with them. He could even sustain injuries from his job. But he always swore that the days he went to Nevarro were always the most tiresome and draining.

He wasn’t good with people. Never had been and never really cared to be. He was a Mandalorian and a bounty hunter, a pairing that didn’t seem to go well with socializing and certainly didn’t lead to one becoming a ‘people person’. He supposed the only people he allowed in were other Mandalorians, the ones hidden in the covert on Nevarro. But even they weren’t what he would consider to be friends, per say. Just merely acquaintances solely because they could understand each other’s lifestyle and swore by the same Creed. And maybe if walking into the cantina that the Guild used had meant he would have sit down with a Mandalorian, it would be tolerable and less tiresome. But it didn’t. Every time he strolled in, he was met with the booming voice and greedy smile of Greef Karga, along with the fleeting glances and whispered words of the other bounty hunters who took frequent refuge within the walls of the cantina.

Din supposed he was bizarre in some ways but it never become so glaringly obvious until he walked into the cantina. These were supposed to be his people. These were men and women and people and creatures who worked the same job he did, though most didn’t do it with as much skill or dedication as he did. But he watched these bounty hunters in this bar every week, sharing drinks and light conversations. Saw the way their faces would light up when they saw a friend or familiar face. How they laughed and talked to each other like it was the easiest thing in the galaxy. And Din never understood how or why they did it. Sometimes he felt like the very droids he despised. Like he was merely a machine with a limited scope of emotion, except for the anger and hurt that secretly plagued him for so many years. All he did was work, because work brought him peace. And it was something he could do alone. But this... people stuff was something he couldn’t even begin to attempt. Instead of trying, he gave his short answers and frequently responded in silence, probably making those around him uneasy. And perhaps he could blame it on his past or on being raised by Mandalorians, but it was just who Din Djarin was at this point and nothing was changing that.

So as always, he felt his mind become weary and his body more tired as he entered the cantina. He paid as little attention to his surroundings as possible, at least as little as a man whose job required one to be so aware. He didn’t look at the people or nod in their direction. His eyes just landed upon the only man he needed to talk to, to find him enthusiastically speaking to a Twi’lek. He marched over to the booth where Greef Karga sat, his booming voice getting louder and louder as he neared. He paid no mind to the conversation, not taking note of the person whom Greef was conversing with as he reached the table and dropped his tracking fobs onto it. The array of multiple fobs clattered on the metal of the table, all of which had lights that were no longer blinking. The conversation between the Guild agent and the creature paused and both looked up at the Mandalorian before them.

“Welcome back, Mando.” Greef chuckled, trying to ease the uncomfortable tension that settled into the booth as Din started blankly down at him. The Twi’lek awkwardly rose from her seat, giving Karga a nod to say goodbye and not giving a second glance to Din. He didn’t mind though. He was used to it. People in general weren’t too fond of Mandalorians, or bounty hunters for that matter. But even the bounty hunters here never went out of their way to converse with Din, the rare ones who had ever tried quickly giving up at the wall Din had surrounded around him.

Din gave no response, not even an indication that he had heard Kargas words. He simply brought his body down to the booth, his hands pressed flat against the smooth metal table as he lowered his heavy body weight into the seat. He sat directly across from Karga and brought his hand to push the tracking fobs closer to the man.

Karga let out a sigh and reached out to look at them, giving a nod. “You have to kill any of them?” He asked, and Din found himself grateful that he was sticking to business. Karga was one to push his buttons, often trying to spark conversation with Din about a variety of topics, whether it be his own travels or the fragile balance of the galaxy. Sometimes he considered that Karga did it on purpose, just to annoy him, but Din thought that in reality it was just the kind of person the man was.

“One of them.” Din answer plainly. Karga looked up at him, as if waiting for an explanation but Din didn’t add anything else.

“Well, good job.” Karga brought the fobs closer to him and put them on the seat besides him. He then brought a satchel out from one of his inner pockets of his vest, bringing it out. “Now, I’ve got a deal for you. I can give you twice the amount of credits if you want these Imperial ones I have.”

Din almost sighed, showed a hint of the immense exasperation he felt. Karga did this nearly every week, and Din was sure he wasn’t the only one he did it to. After the fall of the Empire, he had a surplus of Imperial credits that were no longer valid for the most part, only a few very rare and shady places taking them, either because they were desperate or believed the Empire would return. Ever since then, Karga spent week after week hoping some poor schmuck would take them off his hands. “Those credits are useless now.” Din said, giving the same response he always did.

Karga nodded, already expecting the usual reply. He put the one satchel back in his pocket before pulling a smaller one out and placing it down on the table, sliding it to Din. One of his gloved hands grabbed the bag, grasping it completely in his hands and feeling the weight of it.

Greef once again reached into his pocket, pulling out a variety of fobs before putting them down on the middle of the table. Din looked down at them. One... two... three. “What is this?”

The man sat across from him shrugged and gave Din a small smile, the same one that always seemed to be on his face. “Mando, you aren’t my only hunter. I don’t have a lot of bounties this week. It’s going to be a light one for you.”

Din now let out a sigh, wanting Greef to be aware of how inconvenient this was for him. “Do you know how expensive gasoline is alone?”

Karga nodded slowly, as if he understood but Din highly doubted he did. If his demeaning and arrogant attitude wasn’t enough to give him away, the fine fabrics he always wore were. The Guild paid agents like the one Din sat with now very generously, giving Karga a percentage of each bounty he gave even though he did no work besides handing the fob to the hands of one more capable than him. Din supposed a job like that made sense for a man like Greef, having heard rumors that he was a banished politician with a shady background. “I’m sorry, Mando. I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“I want you to give me more bounties.”

“As I said, you aren’t my only-“

The mans word were broken by a familiar sound. One that was familiar to Din, one he had made himself only moments ago. He didn’t raise his head to find the source of it, merely looking into the middle of the table where a pile of fobs now had landed. All without their red lights blinking away. And six of them. Six fobs from what Din was hoping was not one person.

“Well, you are three days early.” Greek responded, his classic grin back on his face as he looked to his right and upwards, at the person standing before them. Three days early and they took down six bounties? Din allowed his helmet to tilt in the direction Greef was looking, just as a horrible screeching rang out through the cantina. Everyone paused as the sound of a metal chair scraping against the ground rang out for what seemed like several seconds, though it was only a couple. As soon as the chair stopped in front of the table and the person who had moved it plopped down into their seat, the background noise of the cantina resumed. Din looked at the person sat between himself and Karga and found himself confused. Though Din wasn’t a people person, he recognized many of the hunters. After years of coming here, if only once a week for a handful of minutes, you still came to recognize people. But the face of the woman was not one he recognized.

She didn’t turn to look at Din, just staring back at Karga as she brought her hands up to cross at her chest. She had a rough expression, one that Din thought probably eerily matched the one he wore whenever he sat with Karga. She didn’t reciprocate the smile that the Guild agent gave her or show any indication that she cared. She simply stared back down at him in what Din must have guessed was an intimidating look. Though Din himself wasn’t intimidated. Just intrigued. Intrigued by the large scar that ran across her face but mostly by the six tracking fobs laid out on the table for him to count over and over again. Karga had always told him the most he could give out at a time was five bounties. Yet here he was handing six over to a woman he didn’t even recognize.

“Give me harder bounties and maybe I will only be two days early next week.” She plainly responded, no tinge of amusement to her words.

Karga cleared his throat. He was used to the rough types and used to the silence that Din treated him with every week, but Din could tell that the man didn’t know what to do with a normal bounty hunter, particularly a woman, not giving him any attention.

Greef simply looked back at Din and brought the smile that had just slightly faded back to its usual. “Mando, have you ever met my friend here? This is Bullet. Bullet, this is Mando.” He gestured a hand between Din and the woman who now quirked up an eyebrow but didn’t spare a glance over at the Mandalorian. Karga had clearly been hoping for an introduction of sorts, at least a slight nod in each other’s direction but both parties just looked back at him. They were both here for the same thing: bounties.

“I need my credits. And don’t try to hand off any of that Imperial shit like you do every week.” Din almost, just almost, wanted to chuckle at her words and the mutual disdain they held for Karga’s sleazy Imperial credits but he just stared straight ahead.

Karga pulled another pouch from inside his vest. one that Din noted was visibly larger than the one he had been handed. He finally let his gaze wander back to the woman, who snatched the bag from Kargas hands and pulled the draw strings of it, looking in for a minute before giving out a satisfied hum. “Good. Now I need more bounties.”

“As I was explaining to Mando here, I don’t have a lot of bounties this week.” Karga began but the woman, who must of been called Bullet, let out a pfft and shook her head.

“Did the galaxy run out of criminals or something? Everyone decided to be on good behavior this week?” For the first time, a bit of sarcasm swirled around her words.

“No. But less people want to pay the price for a clean job.” Karga explained and Din supposed that was probably one thing that he could trust from the agents mouth. People were less and less willing to pay good credits for a bounty hunter to cleanly do the job, not when they figured they could hire someone with little to no experience to do the job. If the bounty is most likely going to end up dead in the end, what was the point of a clean job?

“How many bounties are we talking?” She asked.

“Three.”

“Fuck.” She hissed and finally she looked over at Din, her eyes just narrowing slightly. “How many is he offering you?”

“Three.” Din responded and she shook her head before turning back to Karga.

“I’ll take his three.”

“What?” Din asked, his voice rising just slightly. Who the kriff did this woman think she was?

“I can’t give you his bounties, Bullet.” Karga explained and for once, Din found himself grateful for the man.

“I’ve heard about this Mandalorian. He’s been doing the job for years, right?” Karga slowly nodded. “Big boy here can take a break for a week. Right?

“No.” Din hissed through his modulator but the woman paid him no mind.

“I’m not giving you his bounties.” Karga repeated and she let out a huff, beginning to slouch in her chair.

“This is bullshit. I would use almost all the credits from three bounties for gasoline and upkeep of my ship alone.” Din wanted to nod in agreement but didn’t want to give the woman who tried to steal his credits any fuel to continue on.

“I’m sorry.” The man said with a small shrug. But the woman just leaned forward, a strand of hair falling in front of her face as she brought her hands to the table.

“Come on. You’ve always got a secret bounty hidden somewhere. What is it this week?”

Din found himself intrigued, having never known about secret bounties. He leaned forward and watched as Karga slowly looked between the two bounty hunters, feeling their eagerness.

“There is one.”

“Fucking bingo.” She muttered but any hope she may of felt dissipated with the sharp shake of Kargas head.

“You won’t be interested. Neither of you will.”

Din couldn’t think of much he wouldn’t do and the woman must of felt the same, scoffing. “Screw off, Karga. What is it?”

“I have one very expensive bounty. Worth more than the bounties I have for both of you combined.”

That sounded good to Din. “What’s the catch?” The woman asked.

“They want two people on this job. Requires partners.”

There was one of the things Din wouldn’t do. “I don’t work with people.” Din finally spoke again.

“Neither do I. Pretty sure you said it was for best too.” The woman said, giving Karga a knowing look.

“I agree with that, Bullet. That’s why I wasn’t going to mention it.”

“I can do the job on my own. Just tell the client you sent two. They don’t have to know.” The woman explained. Din’s head lolled over to look at her, aimed right at her and she finally looked back up at him. But there was no hesitance, fear, or discomfort. She couldn’t see his expression but her face matched his own as she sharply looked back at him. What was with this lady?

“Bullet, I will not-”

“Give him my three bounties. That way he can have six. And I’ll take this job.”

“Or you can take the six and I’ll do this job.” Din responded and the woman finally let out a laugh, though it sounded more dry and raspy like there was absolutely nothing she found even remotely funny.

“I’ve heard about you, Mando. Apparently you’re good. But I’m better.” She said cockily and Din tilted his helmet at her.

At this point, Din probably should have taken the six bounties and let her take the big one. It probably wasn’t that much more and in all honesty, Din never was one who needed an exuberant amount of credits in his pocket. Enough for food, his ship, and a few things here and there. Din was a natural minimalist with a lifestyle that was by no means lavish. Six bounties would be more than enough, more than he usually got in fact.

But he didn’t like the way this woman was looking at him. How she was demanding everything for herself. Din usually let things slide, but he was feeling stubborn. He wanted this job. Just to prove the point.

“Well, neither of you are getting it on your own. The client wants partners so the job will be given to partners. I have somebody in mind already.”

“Let me guess: the two idiots at the bar.” the lady muttered in response as she briefly looked behind her, in the direction of the bar. Din looked the same way, finding two men sat at the bar looking completely inebriated and frankly idiotic as they chuckled away stupidly.

“I owe them a favor after what you did to their friend.” Karga said and Din turned back to the woman just in time to find her rolling her eyes dramatically.

“That wasn’t my fault.”

“They wanted your head on a spike.”

“Maybe they should of taught their friend some damn manners.” She spat, now looking beyond pissed at this point. She then stilled, taking a deep breath with her eyes closed before looking back up at Karga. “You and I both know those guys are idiots. And if the job is so important that it requires two people, you don’t want to give it to those bantha fodders.”

Karga stilled and Din knew that he knew she was right. If Din had to guess, Karga was never even going to give the bounties to the two men sat at the bar. He’d be putting his reputation on the line just by doing so. He just wanted Bullet to drop the topic.

Din let out a sigh and adjusted in his seat, leaning forward. “How many credits is it?”

The woman joined him, also leaning forward. “Yeah, is this some bullshit where it’s barely more than what I usually get?”

“No. It’s worth ten thousand credits. Each.”

Din’s jaw dropped just slightly within the helmet and he watched the woman’s eyes widen and her mind begin to process the ridiculous amount. Din couldn’t recall a time he had ever been offered that much money for a single bounty. “Fuck. What did someone do to earn a twenty thousand credit bounty on their head?” the woman said, asking the very same question running through his own mind.

“The guy was from Coruscant. Worked with some very powerful men and decided to steal a lot of credits from them. Worth a lot more than the high bounty on his head. They want the man alive, along with all the credits.” Karga explained.

“Where is he?” Din asked. He couldn’t believe he was considering it, but it was an enticing offer. Not just because of the credits. Hell, the credits weren’t even the biggest part of it though he wouldn’t admit it. Perhaps it was because he wanted to see this woman in action. See if she really was someone worthy of six bounties in one week, just to get them all done days early. And maybe he also was hoping he was better and she would have to swallow her snarky words about how she was better.

“Rumored he is on Tatooine. Name is Ceradov. No last name.”

“I can do this easy. You know I’ve got connections on Tatooine.” The woman responded and now Din wanted to force her to shut up. Everybody had connections on Tatooine. He himself had been there several times. It was a very common place for criminals to run to and had quiet the group of bounty hunters there itself if rumors were true about underground crime lords that ran things there. Of course any bounty hunter, at least any one worth anything, would know Tatooine relatively well.

“I know. Which is why you would be a good fit. So would Mando. But like I said, it would require-”

“That I play nice with the Mandalorian here.” She finished his sentence and Karga nodded. She let out a loud sigh and brought a hand to rub at her head before peaking over at the Mandalorian, eyeing him with a suspicious expression. “Ten thousand credits sounds nice to me.”

Din nodded slowly. “Not bad.”

She rolled her eyes at his plain answer and leaned towards him a little. “I can play nice if you can keep up with me.”

Din considered his options. The first of which was the simplest and probably the one he should choose. He should say no, take the three bounties, and just deal with the light week. Stick to himself like he always did. The prices of these bounties weren’t worth much but half of the reason Din did this job was too simply keep his mind and body busy. It wasn’t what he wanted but he could deal.

The other option was to give in to the twinge of curiosity that thrummed within him. See what this woman was made of and get a very generous bounty out of it. It required working with a person, which he never did. And never did he once think he would consider working with someone like her - someone so cocky and sure of themselves. But six bounty fobs meant there had to be some talent behind the ego. And Karga knew of his status and Din hoped he wouldn’t let him pair up with someone who wasn’t capable.

He looked back at her face, at how her eyebrows were scrunched and her eyes were narrowed in on him. He could see it, how badly she wanted the bounty. Ten thousands credits was enough for her to push her own hesitation aside and he could see how she couldn’t say no. She wanted this. Badly.

And maybe secretly, Din wanted it just as badly.

“Fine.”

She let out a small grin and nodded, rising from her seat and looking back at Karga. “Give him the fob. I’m going to get a drink before we go.”

“Don’t bother those guys over there. I can’t save your ass again.” Karga said and she let out a snort.

“Me? Bother someone? Why would I do that?” She sarcastically responded and turned away from the table, walking to the bar and sitting directly next to the two men who gave her a weary but also very angry look.

“What did she do to them?” Din didn’t even realize he was asking the question until his lips began to move and the words began to spill out. He never asked questions like that and could see Kargas slight shock pass over his face for a split second.

“I figure I should warn you. Though you are certainly smarter than the kriffing idiot that those two were friends with.” Karga leaned forward and lowered his voice. “I only ever paired Bullet with someone one other time. He was the third member of that group over there and he was dumb but had brute force. Figured she could use it to her advantage because the bounty I gave them was a big, mean creature. This was before I knew... how she worked and I didn’t want to send her in alone.”

Din nodded, following along. Karga sighed and continued on after taking a small sip from the drink he had on the table. “Turns out this guy was a little handsy and figured having a partner meant they wouldn’t just be working together. I sent the two out and she comes back with the bounty tied back with just some rope and the man dead. Bullet has a bit of a... temper.”

Din let out a sigh. Wonderful. That was exactly what he needed in a partner. He suddenly felt some regret settle into him but perhaps it was stubbornness or maybe it was just curiosity that stopped him from backing out while he had the chance. If she did try anything, Din would be able to handle it. Throw her in some carbonite and leave her with Karga. “Great...” Din let out.

“If she tries anything, just try your best not to kill her. I am guessing you aren’t the type to try anything so you should be okay.” Din tried to detect the small hint of something that dwelled in Kargas tone. It was subtle but Din was used to picking up on the little things. He watched as his eyes drifted over to the woman who threw back a drink before slamming the glass down, waving for another from the bartender.

“Okay.” Din agreed and the agent nodded. He watched his shoulders sag a little and his face drop into a plain one, unlike the usual smile he always had on for show. Was that relief Din sensed? Or perhaps worry? And either way, why did Karga care?

Before he could consider it more, he watched as Karga pulled a fob out of a pocket and held it out for Mando to grab. Din reached his hands out and grasped it, looking at the red button that blinked away very slowly on it, showing that the bounty was not close by. “Good luck, Mando.”

Just as Karga finished speaking, the woman walked over and look down at Din. “You ready to go?”

Din only rose in response, putting the fob away in a pocket as he began to make his way towards the exit of the cantina. The woman followed behind him, the sound of her boots echoing on the floor of the building. She eventually made her way besides Din, walking next to him as they made their way out of the building and into the town. The air on this planet was never crisp or light and airy, not that Din would really be able to tell. But he could see the sky and see how it looked muddled and tainted, like it had been stained and soiled. The people here usually kept their heads down, keeping to themselves. And while they were used to the presence of bounty hunters, they still gave them suspicious looks and accusatory glances.

“We will take your ship. Mine needs some maintenance and won’t be available for a couple days.” The woman finally spoke up and Din looked over just for a second to find her hand at rest on the blaster on her hip, her eyes fiercely staring into the groups of people as if threatening them. Din didn’t understand the need for such an expression and domineering stance, but he didn’t say anything about it. He only turned away and nodded as he began to lead her to the area where he parked the Razor Crest every week.

Once the ship finally came into view, the woman stopped and looked at it, her fierce expression now replaced with a repulsed one. “This is your ship?” she asked.

Din only grunted and continued walking away, not bothering to give her a response. She let out a sigh and continued to slowly walk up to it. “Maker, this has to be.... what? Pre-Empire?” she didn’t even seem to be directing the question at Din as she looked up at the large ship. Din had heard many things about his ship, most of which were commenting on its age and less-than-grand appearance. Sure, it was old and didn’t have the newest and greatest technology. It definitely looked its age, worn and rusted in many areas. But it got the job done, and Din had it for far too many years now to turn it in for an upgrade. “Is this thing going to kill us? It doesn’t even look safe.”

They had just reached the hatch to the ship that was drawn down. The woman was standing still, arms crossed over her chest and head tilted. Din finally faced her and gave another drawn-out sigh, hoping to express just how exasperated he was with her demanding tone. “If you don’t feel comfortable, I can get this bounty on my own.”

Her eyes seemed to darken and narrow as she shook her head at him. She took a page out of Din’s book, not responding verbally but just beginning to walk up the ramp, her boots clanging against the metal of it. Din followed her in, bringing the door shut behind them. He paused for a moment, watching as she looked around curiously and suspiciously, as if searching for a hint of faulty play.

It was in that moment that Din realized he didn’t even consider how bizarre it would be for someone to be inside the Razor Crest with him, a place that was the closest thing to home he had. Besides the bounties he hunted, he didn’t bring people to his ship. No friends or family, not even late-night companions. It was always just him here, living in solitude and silence. Having someone inspecting his space was an incredibly uncomfortable situation to be in.

He waited for her to say something but she didn’t seemed compelled to share her opinion on the ship. She just made her way over to the carbonite freezers, inspecting them.

Din cleared his throat, trying to put himself at ease, but it only caused her to look over at him and make him want to clam up and be alone. He willed himself to say something and finally did so. “I am going to fly us there. You stay down here.”

“I have to stay down here?” she questioned.

Din nodded and she shook her head, seeming to comply with the new rule he set. “Just don’t touch anything.”

She finally grinned a little, but not a welcoming one. More of a stand-offish one. “I won’t break any of your toys.” she said.

Without another word, Din climbed into the ladder of the cockpit and led out an audible sigh of relief at being alone.

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It was much later when Din finally climbed down from the cockpit. The woman was sat on the floor of the hull, intensely focusing on the blaster in her hand that she seemed to be tinkering with. She didn’t look up from where her attention was focused, even when his boots slammed down onto the metal and the sound reverberated through the small space. “I like you better than the last guy Karga tried to get me to work with.” she said plainly.

“The one you killed?”

She looked up at that question and a grin that matched the one from earlier popped up on her face once again. “Karga told you about that?”

“Yeah. Figured he’d warn me.”

She let out a hearty chuckle at that, shaking her head. “Don’t worry. I haven’t wanted to kill you once yet so I’d say this going exceptionally well.”

Din didn’t know how to react, with the joke seeming to be more for herself then for him. He just stood in the same space and she looked back down at her blaster. Din cleared his throat, prepared to change the topic. “I have some rules.”

“Rules?” she questioned, an eyebrow quirking up and seeming intrigued.

“Yes. About tonight.”

She froze and grasped the blaster in her hand a little tighter. “I’m not sleeping with you.” she calmly stated.

Din nearly choked from the shock that overcame him. “I don’t want to sleep with you.” he sternly stated, nearly tumbling over his words.

“Good.” she said, appearing to be unfazed by the awkwardness that resulted from her words.

Din shook his head and took a small breath in before continuing on. “You will sleep down here. I will sleep in the cockpit with the door shut.”

“Don’t you have a cot right there?”

“Yes.”

She was satisfied with that answer, not questioning further into why he wasn’t using it. “Okay.”

“And I will hold all your weapons for the night.” Din stated.

That caused a fire to begin burning in her eyes as she jumped up from her spot where she had been sitting, placing the blaster back at her side. “Fuck off.” she hissed.

Din assumed she wouldn’t be a fan of the rule, probably rather angered by it in fact. But Din didn’t know this woman. He didn’t know her past or her story. Had never heard her name or anything about a woman pulling in six bounties a week for the Guild. Karga hadn’t uttered her name once in the years he had known him, and he was a man who liked to brag about what he thought to be his own little fortunes and discoveries. She could be anyone, with any goal and any underlying motives. “I don’t know you.”

She scoffed at that and if looks could kill, Din would’ve dropped dead. “I don’t know you yet I am on this damn ship where you have an arsenal of weapons over there.” Her hand waived over to the area where Din kept all his guns and weapons. The cover was on it so none of the weapons could be seen but he hadn’t locked it, which was probably a mistake on his part. That meant she had been looking through his things and touching them.

“I told you not to touch anything.”

She rolled her eyes. “I am a woman on a ship with a man I don’t know. Of course I was going to look around and see what little surprises you had hidden.”

Din suddenly felt stupid at assuming she would listen to him. He wanted to be angry with her but he also understood where she was coming from. If he were stuck in her position, he would of done the same thing. You can never be too careful in this galaxy and for her, she was just taking the proper precautions. “Fine. But I still need your weapons.”

“Why?” she demanded and Din let out a sigh.

“I don’t know what you want.”

“I want ten thousand damn credits, just like you. I don’t want your shit.” she said and for a moment, Din believed her. But just like her, he was taking his own precautions.

“You could want my armor.” Din stated, voicing his main concern. Sleeping in the same space with someone else came with its own set of potential dangers. Not only were there the concerns that anybody in this situation would face, like somebody wanting to kill you for your goods or wanting to take you for their own bounty. But there was even more at stake for a Mandalorian. She could try to creep on him when he slept, kill him or even worse, take off his helmet. Whether it be for the amount of credits she could get for the beskar, curiosity over what he looked like, or wanting to brag that she had bested a Mandalorian, it wasn’t a risk he was willing to take.

“Oh, Maker, is this some dramatic Mandalorian shit?” she said and Din tilted his helmet, intrigued by what that meant. “I know you can’t take off your helmet or something like that. I met a Mandalorian one other time on Nevarro and he wouldn’t shut up about his damn Creed. But you don’t need to worry. I don’t want your armor or want to break your Creed and I certainly don’t care what the hell you look like under there.”

Din paused, taking in her words. She once again sounded genuine and Din thought that if he were a more trusting person, he would actually believe her and give her the benefit of the doubt. But he just shook his head. “What are your plans tonight?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you plan on doing down here tonight?” Din asked again.

“I plan on sleeping once you stop bothering me.” She stated, staring at him incredulously as if the question he had asked was the stupidest thing she’d ever heard.

“Then you don’t need a blaster to sleep. And we are in hyper space so no one will attack us.”

The scowl on her face loosened a little but she still look at him sternly, making no attempt to hand anything over. “How do I know you won’t attack me?”

“I just want the credits, too.”

She paused and studied his helmet, probably trying to decipher what he was actually thinking. “Maybe you are the type of guy to try to take all the credits for himself and screw over someone else in the process.”

Fair point. She didn’t know him. Had no reason to assume he had no ulterior motive. Din let out a sigh. He wasn’t getting the weapon from her. “We can lock them in the area where I have my other ones.”

“So you can sneak down and open it since you are the one to lock it and only one who can open it then?”

Another fair point. Din almost resented how much of a smart thinker she was proving to be because it was making this a lot harder for him. “I don’t know what to do.” Din finally admitted with a sigh.

The woman paused for a moment before looking back at him. “Are you going to wear the armor while you sleep?”

Din paused, not knowing how that was relevant. “Yes.” He didn’t usually do so, but with a random stranger on his ship, it was his only option.

“Fine. We will lock both of our weapons away in the fresher. And we will both sleep in the cockpit with the door locked. That way if anyone tries to get out, we will know. And anyways, you are at an advantage with your armor so I would consider this more than fair.”

Din didn’t like the idea. The cockpit was his safe space, an area where he sat alone and could think or sometimes do anything but think. Just stare into the vastness of space with no concerns. It was also the only space he could lock himself in for right now and be alone. He didn’t want her invading that area, inhabiting it. But it was a solid plan. It wasn’t perfect, but he figured it was going to be as close as they got to it. It was a good idea that left both of them in the same position and with a little more sense of security. Din slowly, and rather reluctantly, nodded.

The woman shook her head at that, grabbing the blaster off her waist along with a knife she had hidden on her ankle and a smaller blaster she had hidden behind her back that was covered by the jacket she wore. She walked over to the fresher, opening the door to it and tossing the weapons onto the floor. “Your turn, big boy.”

She stood in place, watching as Din began to strip himself of the various weapons he had on his person. She gave him a good look up and down as he finished and placed the items down next to her. She brought her hands out to him and started patting his shoulders when Din jumped back. “What are you doing?” he barked, his heart rate spiking up.

“I was patting you down for weapons.” She said, giving him a bewildered expression. Her head tilted just slightly as she looked at the spot where he stood, taking note of the way his chest heaved.

Din didn’t like that. It was bad enough having a person in his space. In his home. He didn’t need them to touch him and put their hands on him. Besides instances where he had to engage in hand-to-hand combat, he couldn’t clearly remember the last time he had been touched by another person. Perhaps a pat on the shoulder by the Armorer on Nevarro, but even that seemed against her nature and unlikely. Physical contact was just inherently not a part of Mandalorian culture nor was Din one to seek it out like others sometimes did.

For the first time since he had seen her, the stern and unruly expression on her face seemed to soften. It was still rough and the scar that ran across her face didn’t help, but Din could see the way the fire in her eyes faded and her eyebrows dropped down a little. And somehow, that expression was even worse. Because to Din, all it looked like was pity and he didn’t need anyone pitying him. He was used to be people giving him looks of fear, disgust, confusion, sometimes even dangerous wonder. But never pity.

“Don’t do that ever again.” Din stated, trying to sound more in control than he felt. But he could still feel the way his chest rose and fell a little faster than normal and the hitch in his breathe when he first began speaking. And he knew she sensed it too.

But she didn’t mention it or give him a look to show that she had found a weak spot. She just nodded slowly. “Okay.”

She closed the door the the fresher, placing a couple crates in front of it so if anybody moved it, it would most likely be heard by the other. She then gave Din a fleeting glance before making her way up the ladder that led to the cockpit. Din gave himself a moment to straighten himself up and calm down, burying back into himself, before he climbed up the ladder.

When he made it up to the top, she was already sat in the passengers seat where her legs hiked up on it, her arms holding onto them as if to cradle herself. Her back leaned into the seat, letting it envelop her. Her eyes were closed, though Din could tell she was just relaxing and not yet asleep. Looking at her like this made Din think of what he would of thought of her if he had only spared a glance at her. If she hadn’t dropped the six fobs on the table and hadn’t spoken so aggressively. If she had just been sitting there peacefully. Din thought he would have probably taken no notice in reality but if he had, he would of just seen a woman. A woman with scars and a weight on her shoulders you couldn’t understand but could see.

Din finally looked away from her as he plopped down into the drivers seat of the pit, letting his legs spread slightly as he leaned into the fabric of the seat. Sleeping in the armor was always uncomfortable and spending the night in this chair rather than his bed would only make it worse, but Din was exhausted.

After all, he always found the days he traveled to Nevarro to be the most tiresome.

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Hounded [9] 9. Unity Day

Pairings: Bellamy x OC // Kane x daughter!OC

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: violence, mentions of blood, character death (canon), series spoilers

Summary: It’s Unity Day --and Athena’s birthday-- and the celebrations only bring Athena and Bellamy closer together.

Author’s Note: Hii, here is chapter/episode nine! This one is also heavily Athena/Bellamy, so I again had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it! Please remember to note and reblog! It really helps me see interest and therefore update the story more often. Thank you!

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previous chapter // series masterlist

I had waited up late last night, anticipating the inevitable conversation with my parents. Luckily for me, both were too busy on the Ark to bother. Part of me was bitter, considering what today was, but I knew the chaos of Bellamy’s information stirred up a lot up there.

Luckily, today was Unity Day and Clarke and Bellamy had both agreed to pause work on the camp and defences until after the ceremony. This meant I had a chance to sleep in for the first time since I’d be locked in Skybox.

When my eyes finally fluttered open, I noticed Octavia staring at me from across the tent.

“Were you watching me sleep?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. Then, I smiled. “You’re such a weirdo.”

Octavia rolled her eyes, standing from her bed and rushing over to mine. “I found something I thought you’d like.” She leaned over, rummaging through her pack and pulling out a long knife, handing it to me with a smile. “Happy Birthday.”

My eyes widened. “I can’t believe you remembered.”

“Of course I did!” Octavia beamed. “You made my birthday in Skybox so special, and we weren’t even free at the time. I know it’s not much, but I figured it would come in handy.”

I felt my eyes swell with tears, though I quickly pushed them back. “Thank you, O. I really appreciate you even remembering.”

We hugged briefly, Octavia pulling away with excitement. “We are going to have so much fun tonight. Monty is cooking up some of his famous moonshine.”

“At least we get to drink it this time.”

“I’ll let you get ready for the day,” Octavia spoke, heading to the entrance of the tent. “Too bad the moonshine isn’t ready yet. I could use it to get through the Unity Day Ceremony.”

I laughed as Octavia headed out of the tent. After all those years of participating in the ceremony with Clarke and Wells, I could also use a drink.

…

I made my way to the center of camp, finding most had gathered around the monitor to watch the early portion of the ceremony. The camera panned to my father for a moment, a sharp pain shooting through my body. Despite lucking out and getting to avoid talking to him, of course I’d still have to see him.

“Missing being up there for this?”

I turned around, Bellamy appearing. “Definitely not.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Kane’s daughter doesn’t like Unity Day?”

“Kane doesn’t like Unity Day.” I whispered, earning a chuckle. “It’s just such an elaborate show, as if we came together peacefully for the good of mankind. The Ark only became the Ark after the thirteenth station was blasted out of the sky.”

“You’re even more pessimistic than usual.”

I rolled my eyes, turning back to the screen. “You’re one to talk.”

Bellamy let out a sigh, walking away to join the others.

Alone. As Always.

…

- Six Years Earlier -

I sat on the couch of our family’s unit, staring at the door. It was nearing midnight, and I had yet to see my parents all day. When I woke up they’d both been gone, my mother being called away for surgery and my father for whatever ‘official business’ Jaha needed him for today.

My birthday cake sat in the fridge still, awaiting an adult to stick some candles on it and light it for me. Part of me felt guilty for being upset about missing out on candles; I was one of the lucky few who could even afford to have a cake made. I had read in a book once that cakes were tradition for every birthday on Earth.

The sound of a keycard swipe yanked me from my thoughts as I quickly jumped over the couch. The hard metal door swung open, revealing my mother. She looked exhausted, yet somehow still so put together.

Her eyes finally landed on me, her tired eyes widening. “Honey, I am so sorry.”

“It’s alright, Mom.” I lied. “I spent the night watching movies after the Unity Day Ceremony.”

She frowned, placing her keycard on the table by the door. “You shouldn’t have to watch movies alone on your birthday.”

“I’m used to it.” My mother winced, her frown only growing. “I haven’t touched the cake yet.” I added, smiling.

My mother finally smiled. “Let’s bust out the candles then!”

“Really?” I asked. “We aren’t supposed to have any flames after ten.”

“Are you going to tell Jaha?” She asked. I shook my head. “Good. Neither am I.”

My mother marched into the kitchen, grabbing the candles from the drawer as I pulled the cake out of the fridge. She placed twelve candles neatly across the cake, lighting them all with a match. Before I could blow out the candles, she placed a soft kiss on my cheek.

“Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.”

My smile filled out my face as I closed my eyes and made my wish. Then, I opened my eyes, blowing out the candles as the clock struck midnight.

…

“My friends, this is a historic Unity Day.” Jaha spoke through the monitor. “Every year, we mark the moment our ancestors of the twelve stations joined to form the Ark, but this is the last time we do so while aboard her. Next year, on the ground.”

Cheers erupted on the Ark, but most remained silent down here.

“Right. After we did all the work.” Miller groaned. “Somebody shut him up.”

“You shut up, Miller. Nobody’s forcing you to watch.” Raven snapped.

“For ninety-seven years, we have eked out an existence, hoping that someday our descendants would return to Earth.” Jaha continued.

“Monty strikes again!” Jasper’s voice rang out through the camp. “Call this batch ‘Unity Juice’. Who’s thirsty?”

Many delinquents rushed over, grabbing makeshift cups while Jasper filled them all. I stayed put, for reasons I didn’t even understand, watching the ceremony instead.

“To our sons and daughters on Earth listening to this message, we will see you soon.” Jaha carried on. “The first Exodus ship will launch in under sixty hours, carrying you the reinforcements that you need, so stay strong. Help is on the way.”

As the words filled my ears, I could feel my heart stop. The first Exodus ship meant the second wouldn’t be far behind. How soon until my father was down here? Despite the constant threat, I was getting used to having freedom down here. I definitely wasn’t ready for him to bark orders at me again. At least my mother would be down here soon. Hopefully before him.

Children carrying flags danced around the screen for a while, a little girl finally stepping into the center of their circle.

“Long ago when the Earth was on fire, through space all alone. Then one day, Mir floated by Shenzhen, and they realized life would be better together.” The girl spoke. “The other stations saw this, and they wanted to be together, too. When all the stations were formed, they called themselves-”

A loud bang sounded through the radio, the video cutting to static. We all stared at the screen, waiting for the video to come back, but it never did.

…

The sun had gone down, work came and went, and now it was time to have some much needed and deserved fun. As I walked through camp I watched everyone drinking, laughing, singing and playing games. I’d never seen ‘unity’ like this on the Ark.

My eyes landed on Bellamy, and I felt a familiar sinking feeling in my stomach. I took a deep breath, marching over until I was standing behind him.

“Hey,” I spoke, causing him to turn around. “I was a jerk earlier. I’m sorry.”

Bellamy eyed me for a moment, before smiling. “Birthday blues, I get it.”

My eyes widened. “How did you-”

“Octavia told me a bit ago.” Bellamy cut me off. “I can’t blame you for hating Unity Day more than most.”

“My birthday was always a little overshadowed.” I sighed. “I can’t complain too much, though. My mother always found a way to make it special, even if it was just before midnight.”

Bellamy smiled. “Your mother sounds great.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty cool.” I smiled back.

I watched Clarke approach us, a frown on her face. “The comms are still dead.”

“Best Unity Day ever.” Bellamy smirked.

“Now you agree with me.” I joked.

“Do you guys really think now is a good time to have a party?” Clarke asked, looking around. “The Grounder is still out there.”

I shook my head. “Grounders.”

“By now, he's made it home. He's probably putting together a lynch mob.” Bellamy spoke, causing Clarke to shift her feet. “Relax. I got security covered. Why don't you go get a drink? You look like you could use one.”

“I could use more than one.”

“So have more than one,” Bellamy responded. “Clarke, the Exodus ship carrying your mother comes down here in two days. After that, the party's over. Have some fun while you still can. You deserve it.”

Clarke thought for a moment. “Yeah, okay. So do you, by the way. Both of you.”

“I’ll have my fun when the Gounders get here.” Bellamy smirked.

Clarke smiled, laughing slightly. “Alright.”

We both watched her disappear into the crowd, Bellamy spinning the apple in his hand. Finally, he turned to me.

“What about you?” He asked. “Shouldn’t you be celebrating?”

I shrugged. “I’m not even sure I know how to celebrate.”

Bellamy took one final bite of his apple, tossing it to the side. “Come on.” He said, marching away.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my shorter legs struggling to keep up.

“First, we get drinks. Then, I teach you how to celebrate.”

I laughed, causing him to stop and look back at me. “You’re going to teach me how to celebrate?”

Bellamy smirked. “Trust me, we used to have the best parties on Factory Station.”

“Right, I heard about those.” I smiled. “I always wished I could go.”

“Well, now you pretty much get to.”

We reached Jasper, Bellamy asking for drinks. Jasper poured them, eyeing the two of us the entire time.

…

We spent most of the night drinking, talking about our experiences on the Ark and playing different games. Finally, we came across a new group, Clarke among them.

“You’re not gonna get this one.” Clarke taunted Fox.

Fox smirked. “Yes, I am.”

“No, it’s not happening.”

Fox flipped the metal piece, landing it the cup of moonshine.

Everyone around the table cheered as Clarke admitted defeat, drinking from the cup and spitting the metal piece out.

“What do you know?” A boy spoke. “Her highness can actually party. I like it.”

“What are you gonna do when the guards come down here and commandeer Monty’s still?” Clarke asked.

“Build another one.”

“Right.” Clarke laughed, her eyes landing on me. “Athena! Come try.”

I shook my head. “I’m alright, thanks.”

“Come on, Athena.” Bellamy nudged my arm.

I sighed, stepping towards the table. “Alright, what am I supposed to do?”

Clarke explained the rules to me as best as her tipsy self could. I stood across the table from her, aiming my piece of metal towards her cup. I then tossed it, the piece bouncing off the table and landing in her cup.

Clarke stared down at her cup for a moment before looking back up at me with a frown. “I regret asking you to try it.”

“Beginners luck.” I threw my hands up, smiling.

Clarke and I battled it out for a bit, her getting distracted before we could break the tie. She placed one of the metal pieces on her nose, struggling to balance it.

“Hey, can we talk?” Finn asked, appearing through the crowd and placing his hand on Clarke’s arm.

“Is everything alright?” She asked.

Finn looked around before gesturing for her to follow him.

With Clarke gone I stepped away from the table, realising I had sort of abandoned Bellamy. To my surprise he was still there, the smile on his face bigger than I’d ever seen it before.

“You were totally going to win that game.”

My eyes widened, my cheeks warming up. “You think so?”

He nodded. “I’m impressed, Athena.”

“It’s the birthday spirit, I guess.” I laughed, stumbling slightly.

“Woah,” Bellamy laughed, grabbing my arms. “You alright?”

I nodded. “I’m a little dizzy. Very tired. Too much birthday.”

Bellamy laughed again, helping me regain my balance. “Let’s get you to bed, alright?”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

Bellamy led me across the camp, stopping just outside of my tent.

“Octavia, are you in there?”

No response.

Bellamy pushed the flap to the side, stepping inside and helping me navigate my way through. I quickly sat on my cot, staring up at Bellamy.

“Alright, try to get some sleep.” Bellamy’s eyes shifted around the tent. “I’ll bring you some water in a bit. Drink it when you wake up.”

Bellamy turned to leave, but I quickly grabbed his arm. “Bellamy, wait.”

He stopped turning back around to face me. I stood from my bed, the alcohol taking over me and I tossed my arms around him.

“Athena?” He asked.

“Thank you, for everything today.” I spoke. “It was the best birthday ever.”

I felt Bellamy’s arms wrap around me, lingering there for just a few moments before we both pulled away. I stared into his soft brown eyes, and he stared back into mine. For a second, I thought he’d say something more.

Instead, he smiled. “Goodnight, Athena. Happy Birthday.”

Bellamy turned to exit the tent, pushing the flap aside to reveal Clarke. Her eyes quickly darted to me behind him, before landing back on his face.

“Hey, I needed to talk to you both.”

“Been having fun, Princess?” Bellamy smirked.

Clarke glared. “I’m serious.”

“You always are.”

“Finn’s set up a meeting with the Grounders. I’m leaving to go talk to them.”

I stood up, my head spinning. “Like hell you are.”

“Do you think that impaling people on spears is code for ‘let’s be friends’? Have you lost your damn mind?”

Clarke rolled her eyes. “Now you two decide to agree on things?”

“Clarke, we have no idea what else these people are capable of. You could be walking into a trap.”

“I think it might be worth a shot.” Clarke shrugged. “I mean, we do have to find a way to live with them.”

“They’ll probably gut you, string you up as a warning.”

“Well, that’s why I’m here.” Clarke said. “I need you guys to follow us, be our backup.”

“Does Finn know about this?” Bellamy asked.

Clarke shook her head. “He doesn’t need to know.”

I eyed Clarke for a few moments, before finally letting out a hearty sigh. “Alright, I’m feeling up for an adventure this evening anyways.”

“Good,” Clarke nodded. “Bring guns.”

While I watched Clarke march away, Bellamy turned to me.

“You should stay here.”

I shook my head. “No way, I’m coming with you.”

“Athena, you were falling over ten minutes ago.”

“And now I’m worried about my friends.” I snapped. “Bellamy, We’ve all been drinking. I’ll sober up on the walk there.”

“Athena-”

“I can’t stay behind while my friends meet with the enemy. I’m coming with you, end of discussion.”

“No, not ‘end of discussion’,” Bellamy glared, folding his arms across his chest. “Who knows what kind of danger we’re gonna be walking into out there. I know you always feel like you have to risk yourself for your friends, but not this time. I can’t worry about you.”

I went to protest, his words finally sinking in and forcing me to stop. He was right. As much as I found arguing with him slightly entertaining, I knew this was one battle I would not be winning.

“Alright,” I sighed, slapping my hands against my thighs as I sat down on my coat. “Promise you’ll be careful?”

Bellamy nodded. “We’ll be back before you know it. Try to get some rest.”

Bellamy left the tent, and I knew I would not be getting any sleep that night.

next chapter

#the 100 #the 100 fanfiction #bellamy blake #bellamy blake fanfiction #bellamy blake x oc

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bokunoheroanalysisforthefuture · 4 years

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Horikoshi: This will probably not be super popular, but it’ll be fun!

Us: Oh, well that sounds nice!

Us, 290 chapters later: This Isn’t Fun Anymore Horikoshi

Horikoshi: :)

Anyways, welcome to the beginning of - hopefully - a long term and engaging project. I am basically aware of all of canon, and am up to date with the manga, but I haven’t actually read from the beginning of the series, and I’ve only watched the series up to the Deku v Todo fight in the sports festival. However, I’ve been curious as to how the manga portrays stuff that I’ve seen in anime gif form, and so I figured, hey, make this a project!

If you have questions or anything, the ask box is open for now. Meanwhile, I am going to head into the first chapter proper!

[No. 1 - Izuku Midoriya: Origin]

Wow, you’d almost think this kid would grow up to be a villain or something, with that kind of attitude, huh? No way that this kind of attitude would ever come to bite him in the ass and force him to reevaluate his entire character and kickstart his character development.

(Before you say anything, I like Katsuki as a character, but DAMN did he have to do a lot of growing up. I suppose when one is at the bottom, the only way to go is up… unless you have a pickaxe.)

One thing I actually noticed right away, and I dunno how much it’s used in other manga (seeing as I currently am not reading any other manga and the last ones I read were… a long while ago…) is the shape of the text boxes in order to convey emotion! It’s actually hella neat and a little detail I wouldn’t think about adding if I were in his position (not that I can draw all that well, but that’s not my point). You can practically hear the warbling in Izuku’s tone and the rougher edges in Katsuki’s!

(Also, question for the English sub while we’re at it, why the fuck does Katsuki sound like he’s a goddamned adult when he’s fourteen. What the fuck.)

Interesting little thing here, Katsuki not actually using his quirk here against Izuku; his hand is trailing smoke from his explosion, but it’s not a direct burn wound. Not that he should be doing this at all, but with the number of fics I see where Katsuki literally gives Izuku second or third degree burns, I think this is a reminder that canon Katsuki has some modicum of restraint, even this early.

Before I forget, hello winged kid who definitely has no plot significance whatsoever. No siree.

(If you are new to the manga/show and are reading this as among your first introductions to the fandom, first off, I am so sorry. Secondly, expect me to be… definitely making a lot of sarcastic quips to things in the future.)

Onto the second/third page, which is supposed to be a full spread, but is split up into two pages on the online reading site. RIP, but I will not complain about free access to the whole manga.

Lookit this green bean. I love him so much. I can’t wait for him to suffer.

Izuku: wait, what?

Anyways, a few things to note:

Who the fuck is this guy? I looked into the wiki but he apparently doesn’t warrant a page or even a mention as one of the background faces of the series, but look at that fucking claw, man! And those boots and jets! He’s very obviously themed after a baseball catcher, so I’m going to guess that he has some kind of quirk that deals with either drawing projectiles to him, or perhaps in throwing projectiles… in either case, it’d be something like Snipe’s quirk, so maybe this is his less howdy-happy sibling.

Oh right, the chapter. The other heroes we see on the scene in this two-page spread are Death Arms, Air Jet, and Kamui Woods.

Also, something I want to point out that I’m sure others have but just struck me while looking at this spread - multiple people are recording / taking pictures of this. I wonder if part of the reason for the villain industry to be as strong as it is is because the villains, even if they know they’ll lose, still get their own sort of fame in being in the news? That… might explain a lot about how there can be enough villains to even run an entire damn industry.

(Well, that and a lot of sociopolitical commentary on BNHA society, but we don’t need to get into that now. Maybe wait two hundred or so chapters first.)

Not gonna lie, I had to double take because I was like ‘wait, what is Ochako doing here?’ but then I realized it was just a random civilian; she doesn’t have those side bangs Ochako does. But now I almost wonder what sort of world we could have had, if they’d met a bit earlier.

Onto the fifth page (fourth is just a filler page, nothing on it), and we get treated to this gem:

Tag yourself I’m the guy who’s slackjawed because his kid is fucking glowing.

The first four examples of quirks shown in this flashback are the luminescence, telekinesis, ice, and that flame-headed(?) mutation. Of them, we actually see hints to the fact that quirks have drawbacks, as the girl with ice is drawn with the same frostbite backlash as Shouto, while the flame-headed kid is… well, I have no idea, but they do not look to be happy.

Also, I love the nod Hori does to the heroes of our era as silhouettes! This is just more evidence to me, along with the fact that the first quirked kid is born and presented in a modern hospital, that this series takes place sometime in the future. I… even calculated the years it could technically be, based on information we get in a few chapters, but I’ll save that for then.

Onto the sixth page! A nice shot of Kamui Woods getting into position, and man is that giant quirk unnerving.

What the fuck is with those feet, Hori. Those aren’t feet.

Next we see how the crowds are reacting, basically with no panic or concern. One guy is just casually letting his boss know he’ll be getting in late. And Backdraft! That is some serious water manipulation, but it seems like it has to be the water they’re in contact with? Also, is it just me or is that a portable pressure hose on their back?

And of course, Izuku being excited over hero stuff, as one does. He’s so babey faced, going back to current chapters after this is gonna be fucking wild.

Onto the seventh page, and here we are with the ‘you’re pure evil’ speech to someone who’s… just a robber. Seriously, dude? I get that you’re still fairly new to the scene (I think he might not be from a hero high school, but a late join program, but that’s another post), but like. You can’t just call random people ‘pure evil’ and correlate petty crime with like, actual mass murderers, or else people might start to see things in black and white and, you know, create the idea of ‘villainous people’ and so push even more innocents down the path of desperation and criminality.

Wait, sociopolitics later. Izuku being a hero fanboy now. Even able to utter Kamui’s attack call as he’s calling it out, with some seriously cool visual effects-

And on the eighth page, we have Mt. Lady crash the scene. Literally. She just fucking shows up outta nowhere and fucking leaps up and delivers a kick right to the villain’s chin, throwing him back through the train bridge wall and sending debris down to the ground below. Sure hope there weren’t civilians there!

Also, hello to that random guy on the roof watching this. I think in Smash they made that guy her manager or something.

I love how Izuku and the other guy are like ‘what the fuck’ while the press just shows up out of nowhere and is like. Hyperfocused on her. (I’ve heard some issues with the portrayal of media/reporters in the series, but since I have no experience with that sort of thing, I can’t say much on it.)

The last panel of this page shows that, fortunately, there were no civilians on that part of the street (even though it being rush hour and the huge crowds on the other side of the bridge should have suggested otherwise… but what do I know?)

With page nine, we get to see our first case of villain apprehension, which to note does not include any sort of quirk suppressors. Because those don’t exist. Otherwise Aizawa and the Eight Precepts’ erasure bullets would not be such huge deals to everyone. I mean yikes, though, the guy is fucking muzzled. And you can see the damage done by Mt. Lady in the background, both physical and emotional. Not to mention…

What the fuck is that face.

But yeah, this notes that performance in heroics determines not only what they’re paid by the government, but also how much fame they get. No way a system like this could backfire in any capacity, right? Right? (cough).

I love how Hori uses Izuku’s muttering habit as the border for the text bubble when the kid zones into his little world. Also, gigantification is noted to be a common and strong quirk, so we really should see more OCs with size altering quirks in fics in the future, you hear me? Honestly, with it being common, I would almost expect there to be entire buildings, or maybe even neighborhoods / blocks dedicated to catering to size shifters… wonder what those places look like.

Also aww, the guy saying good luck on the heroics dream to Izuku and Izuku just sparkling. What a cutie. Can’t wait for him to suffer. :D

Izuku: No seriously, what-

Anyways, I’m cutting off here since we then transition into the next ‘scene’ and this is a long chapter - 55 pages! Besides, this has already surpassed 1700 words, I don’t need to ramble on too long in one post.

Lemme know what you think, and I’ll be back with more soon!

#opening arcs #chapter 1 #readthrough #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #kamui woods #mt lady #1800 words and only nine pages #buckle in this is gonna be a long project folks

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abyssmail · 3 years

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Caerul Design Notes,

because I’ve actually put a lot of thought into creating Caerul’s aesthetic and I’m lowkey really proud of it. I won’t get into her actual character concept/personality/backstory/etc. since this got super long, but this is how/why I made the choices I did with regards to her name and visual design!

▶ Caerul’s color scheme started off way bluer (hence the name “Caerul,” from caeruleus/a/um - “blue”/“cerulean”/“azure”/“of the sky/sea” in Latin) and less saturated, but when I gave her a (dead) twin with a red theme, I wanted them to look more alike and made both of their hair purple (although I haven’t actually done more than sketch Roseus before... he’s got purple hair and red eyes). Purple’s my favorite color, and unnatural hair colors don’t seem to be uncommon in Orth, so why not, right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ The red elements in Caerul’s design are meant to represent her honoring Roseus!

All of the base colors I use when drawing Caerul! They all end up looking a bit darker once they’re shaded though.

▶ As well as shamelessly using one of my favorite Latin words (I’m a Classics major, okay ;;>~>), I also tried to pick a name that sounded similar to the ones that already exist in-universe. This was actually fairly tricky, since as far as I can tell the names in Made in Abyss have a WIDE variety of influences. Some of them seem passably Japanese-sounding (Riko, Jiruo, Kiyui, Nanachi) disclaimer I bring dishonor to my ancestors and know 0 Japanese so this is just about vibez, others seem Western-ish (Reg, Nat, Lyza, Prushka). Some are fairly whimsical (Shiggy, Maruruk, Mitty) while others are more mysterious and fantastic (Any of the White Whistles besides maybe Lyza). The only common thread I could really settle on was a general fantasy feeling to all of the names. I tried to capture that nebulous vibe with Caerul’s name, although with something so vague and subjective it’s pretty much impossible to say if I was entirely successful. I named her siblings afterward with other Latin color words and ended up with a RGB theme lol.

▸ By the way, “Caerul” is pronounced “KAI-rool.” It rhymes with “Hyrule.” The ae diphthong makes an “eye” sound in Latin #TheMoreYouKnow

▸ “Caducalae” is a portmanteau of “caducae alae,” literally “falling/doomed/futile wings” in Latin (again), playing off how pointless it is to be able to fly when the Curse of the Abyss is a thing. Originally, they weren’t supposed to work at all outside of the Abyss, but I decided that was boring for crossovers/other verses so I scrapped it. I’m not too happy with the name since it doesn’t fit the naming scheme of the canon relics (there is no precedent at all for gratuitous Latin in Made in Abyss, which is a good thing because it’s overused in fantasy, but Latin was the only thing I was good at in high school sooooo... ^^;), but I didn’t like any of my other ideas that much, either. “Wings of Futility” feels more canon, but it’s also kinda depressing :/

▶ I’ve mentioned before that Caerul’s build is based off of mine for art reference purposes (it’s convenient to just look in the mirror while making the pose I want =w=)b), but another reason she’s so short is that I didn’t have to make the caducalae quite as big since she’s smaller, so she can actually go indoors if she’s careful.

▶ Long hair isn’t super practical with mechanical wings with lots of bits for it to get caught in, but Caerul idolizes Lyza, so I left her hair as long as I could reasonably get away with.

▶ I heavily referenced the canon Made in Abyss character designs for Caerul’s clothing so she would fit into the world, but made some alterations to make everything more personal to her and accommodate for her wings. In general, I lightened everything up, since she takes a bunch of short, quick trips rather than lengthy expeditions. Her gloves, for instance, are loosely inspired by the ones we see many delvers wearing in the manga/anime, but are less heavy-duty and are convertible mittens/fingerless gloves for better dexterity with handling letters and such.

The best close up of the gloves I could find was actually a screenshot of the aftermath Reg & Riko’s orb piercer encounter, but I didn’t want to have to tag this for gore, so you get Lyza ^^; There’s a filter over Caerul here so you can see the glove better which is why she looks kinda washed out :/

▶ Her coat is heavily influenced by Jiruo’s, since he’s the only Moon Whistle we’ve seen in canon.

yeah, uhhhh, sorry to yoink your style my dude ^^;

▸ Caerul’s has a different color palette, a simpler lapel border, an extra set of outer pockets, and three separate panels in the back that button around her wings so she can put it on! I haven’t drawn it, but her shirt works similarly.

This is my favorite detail about her design tbh... it’s just really satisfying what a logical solution it is for some reason??? the original doodle is off rotting somewhere in my Modern European History notes, but I tried to recreate it just as sloppily here =w=)b

▶ Caerul’s corset isn’t just a painful fashion choice - it’s actually meant to be a(n admittedly heavily stylized) brace for her back against the weight of her wings.

▶ Since Caerul can’t wear a backpack with the wings, I had to get creative with storage options for her. In addition to an undetermined number of pockets on the inside of her coat, I gave her these two pouches on her thighs to carry more stuff.

I wonder how buff your quads could get carrying a significant amount of weight there...

▸ Messenger bags don’t seem super practical for delving, so I didn’t design a specific one for her to carry all the time, but Caerul does use them on occasion. Even with that, though, she still has far less carrying capacity than the average delver, which is a problem she has to deal with when carrying out her duties!

▶ The wings/caducalae were by far the most difficult part of designing Caerul, and it took several redesigns over 2+ years before I was finally happy with them. Their first design was deliberately far simpler in the interest of having to draw them a zillion times, but they ended up clunky and unwieldy looking:

chonky o~O

▸ The final design is MUCH more of a pain to draw (in fact, a lot of the time I cheat and just copy and paste them from drawings I’ve already done), but I think it looks much sleeker and more “functional”.

I also got better at making my diagrams look slightly more authentic ;0

▸ I knew I wanted jetpack-style thrusters to be a component of the wings to somewhat justify the shit I wanted Caerul to be able to pull with them (especially to eliminate the need for accounting for the damage landing suddenly could do to her ankles), but incorporating them proved to be one of the biggest problems of the design. At one point, they were going to have a whole separate attachment point on her back, but I finally just made them an offshoot of the first “joint,” as you can see in the final design.

A really messy intermediate caducalae sketch. The weird double pentagon shape was meant to be the part of the relic actually fused to Caerul’s back, but I scrapped that too when I scrapped the separate limbs for the thrusters.

▸ Speaking of the joints, they’re all balls so they can rotate all over and I don’t have to fuss too much about how they move. Likewise, the frame is metal, but I treat it like it’s kind of flexible, so Caerul can “flex” the wings open and closed. These wings are hard enough to draw period okay I’m giving myself every excuse to be inconsistent af on purpose.

▸ The caducalae have some “bonus” features that I’ve sketched out, but that Caerul hasn’t unlocked yet, and won’t for a while.

owo what’s this?

▸ For the wings, I think my biggest inspirations were some of the mechier Cardfight!! Vanguard dragon units (although I don’t remember which cards specifically) and the energy wings on the ninth-generation knightmares in Code Geass R2.

I’ve made a lot of OCs, and since I don’t like to use faceclaims, I’ve done a fair amount of character designing. I don’t think I’ve ever spent as much time or had as much fun with any of them as I have with Caerul, though! OCs aren’t always super well accepted in fandom roleplay, but the Made in Abyss community has been super welcoming and I’ve had a blast. Thanks for listening to me gush about Caerul if you got this far, and thank you to everyone who’s interacted with her!

The original sketch of Caerul from back in 2017. How far we’ve come :’D

#miscellaneous info #mun art #appearance #ooc #((no one cares lol))#((but I had fun putting all my thoughts down in writing ^^;))#((also! the full version of the new caerul art from the promo!))

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barnzbucky · 4 years

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reach for the moon - chapter 2 (Ivar x Reader)

Pairing: Ivar x reader; Hvitserk x reader (quite a lot in this chapter)

Summary: Hvitserk finally found out who you were. Ivar and Ubbe need a plan to make Hvitserk stay in the agreements of his marriage.

Warnings: mention of arranged marriage; mentions of war; mentions of unrequited love; canon divergence; oc characters; fictional city; uncanon light hearted characters; cuteness of the wrong couple; (please, let me know if I missed something)

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Hi! I’m sorry for my inability to do anything useful these last few weeks, I hope you haven’t given up on me, haven’t been on tumblr for a while. Enjoy ❤️️

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In middle of laughing and flirting, Hvitserk had convinced you to take a detour from your original path, claiming it was his utmost obligation to show you around Kattegat, a town he had proudly showed off, saying it was seeing its best days thanks to him and his brothers. You couldn’t help giggling at the way he excitedly introduced you to the fishermen and the merchants selling their produce at the market, to the cows and goats passing around, to the children and the ancient, to the houses and the ships and the docks, and everything else you already knew by heart.

Initially you had been too shocked to tell him you had grown up in Kattegat, still having a hard time believing he hadn’t recognized you. But as the hours passed with him dragging you around, you managed to slip out that bit of information, and told him you knew each other. He was mostly embarrassed for not knowing who you were, so he avoided talking about it, quickly trying to distract you with baked goods or entertaining stories.

Walking hand in hand with Hvitserk was something you had daydreamed throughout your life more times than you could count. You had imagined how his eyes would be shining because of daylight and how his skin would feel against yours; what types of things you would talk about and if he would laugh at your jokes or say cheeky things you knew he usually said to women he was interested in.

He did not disappoint you. Even while trying to show off, as he usually did, his eyes always fell back on you, and his warm hand only occasionally left yours, making you feel elated and special and bringing warmth to your whole body, something you were almost thankful for, because it made you ignore the cold completely.

It was almost dark, and with the sun hidden behind the clouds since earlier, you weren’t too sure you would be able to get home before nightfall if you stretched your outing much longer.

“That place is the Great Hall,” Hvitserk gestured towards the big wooden doors.

You chuckled, “I know the Great Hall, prince Hvitserk, I don’t think it changed at all.”

His eyes slightly widened and he squeezed your hand tighter. You had to stop yourself from laughing, because that was the exact reaction he had every time you’d mentioned something to do with you having lived in Kattegat before.

His adorable reaction distracted you from the bad memories immediately flooding your thoughts, and you had to take a deep breath to focus back on reality.

“Yes, I forget.” He laughed and scratched the back of his neck, “Do you want to go home now? We can go to yours or to mine.”

You laughed loudly at his attempt to take you to his bed, too amused to think much of it, “I think it would be better if you took me to my house and then go back to yours.”

“Are you not going to tell me who you are?” Hvitserk asked for what felt like the hundredth time.

You were almost reaching your destination and he still didn’t know who you were, and you refused to tell him. As soon as you started to make your way to your house he dropped the embarrassed act and went to attempt guessing where he knew you from.

You hadn’t stopped laughing the entire way, too amused with the entire situation.

“No, I’m having too much fun!” you giggled, your cheeks almost hurting from the smile on your face.

“This is torture,” he groaned, throwing his head back. But he wasn’t truly annoyed, your sweet smiles and giggles, even if at his expenses, made up for it.

“Don’t worry, prince Hvitserk, you’ll remember me soon,” you grinned.

He shook his head, the crooked smirk never leaving his face, and squeezed your hand. You were sure he knew they way your heart reacted to those small touches, and did them on purpose just to make you flustered.

“There aren’t many people who live this far into the woods,“ he acknowledged with narrowed eyes, going back to his mission of finding out who you were, “I only know two.”

“Oh?” you gave a lopsided grin. He was getting closer, but you doubted he would figure it out before you got home. “Who?”

Before he could respond, you heard your name being shouted from afar and a second later your parents came into your view. Immediately dropping Hvitserk’s hand, you sprinted towards them, throwing yourself in their arms.

To be back home so far had been an otherworldly experience, but finally being able to see your parents, knowing you would see them tomorrow and the day after tomorrow made you feel ecstatic. They had been the only people you had to rely on for so long, supporting you through everything, and you felt the most happy being back beside them. You could finally say they didn’t have to worry about you anymore. Or so you hoped.

They whispered apologies in your ears, telling you your mother had a late commission for a dress outside of Kattegat, and they had lost track of time trying to get it done in time for the trading ship to arrive.

Hvitserk slowly made his way to you, your trunk in his hand, and your parents let you go.

“Thank you for bringing my daughter home, prince Hvitserk,” your father spoke politely, wary of him.

Hvitserk was astounded at the vision of your parents. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t recognized you. You knew each other since childhood; your father was one of the warriors training other people for the raiding parties Ragnar organized, and you were always around, trying to keep yourself from playing with Sigurd.

But he remembered you being quite different than he was seeing now. Back then, you were shy and meek, nothing like the confident teasing woman he spent the day with.

He cleared his throat before answering, “Yes, Arne, I couldn’t let her unaccompanied.”

Your father approached him and took the baggage out of his hand before returning home with your mother, giving you and the prince privacy to talk.

“Thank you for the company, Hvitserk.“

“Of course, I go out of my way to help a friend, Y/N.” The mention of your name, indicating he, in fact, knew you, made you drop your head back and laugh loudly. “I can’t believe I didn’t know who you were.”

The subtle blush in his cheeks made your smile wider, “Well, I can’t blame you. I certainly look quite different.”

“Yes, you do,” he responded with the same tone he had been using the entire day, and you could almost sigh in relief because he didn’t stop his advances after learning who you were.

You slowly got closer to him until your noses were almost touching, his smirk matching yours.

“I’m sure you must be busy, I’m sorry I took so much of your time,” You said softly, your eyes going over his face. “Goodbye, prince Hvitserk.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his stunned expression, with eyes still fixed on you even after you turned your back and went after your parents, not waiting for his response.

Hvitserk walked into the Great Hall with a huge grin on his face, quite the contrast from the last time he was there. Ubbe was sitting at the table sipping on mead and he exchanged a surprise look with Ivar, sitting at the throne sharping one of his knifes in one of the few moments he had for himself.

“Hello, brothers,” he greeted cheerfully, patting Ubbe in the back and sitting beside him. Reaching a hand over the table, he grabbed a piece of bread and a the jar of mead, filling his cup to the brim and downing in one go. “You’ll never guess who’s back!”

Ivar raised a brow, still deciding whether he wanted or not to ask who made him so happy, “Who?”

“Y/N! Arne’s daughter,” Hvitserk ignored Ivar’s frown and shoved a piece of bread into his mouth, swallowing before speaking again, “she looks beautiful, I didn’t recognize her, can you believe it?”

“Hvitserk-”

“As much as I love to hear about the women you bring to your bed, Hvitserk, I have to remind you, you are getting married soon.” Ivar interrupted Ubbe, instantly reprimanding their brother.

“I don’t think Tove will care too much about other women, Ivar,” he chuckled, grabbing more bread and standing to go back outside before Ivar had the chance to ruin his good mood.

“But her father certainly will!”

“He is not here,” Hvitserk laughed and turned away, not waiting to hear his younger brother’s response or to look at the way he had to bite his hand to not lose his temper.

“That went well,” Ubbe broke the silence, wary of Ivar’s angry stance.

“We need to solve this,” Ivar breathed deeply, finally calm after a few seconds, “Fredrik’s going to be here soon, and if he sees the man betrothed to his daughter, who I promised would be somewhat faithful, with another woman, he will cancel the agreement and declare war on us. You know he battled for less.”

“What do you suggest we do, Ivar? Hm? It was already hard to have Hvitserk agree to this marriage, do you expect him to just… stop taking women and be loyal to someone he is marrying against his will?”

The king stopped for a minute, pondering his brother’s words, before deciding on an obvious resolve.

“She needs to go.” Before Ubbe could object to killing her, he spoke again, “we convince her to return to where she came from, Hvitserk marries Tove, and then she is free to come back to Kattegat and do whatever she wants.”

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A Son’s Destiny

Synopsis: Lena Daniels has been in love with Jax Teller for half of her life. As she finally gains his heart, an old love comes back to Charming and threatens their future. Will Lena be able to handle Tara, and Jax’s steady rise into the President’s chair with SAMCRO?

Pairings: Jax Teller x Lena Daniels (OC), Jax Teller x Tara Knowles (past, mentioned), Jax Teller x Wendy Case (past)

Time Setting: Seasons 1-7

Warnings: DARK FIC fluff, angst, unprotected sex (wrap it, before you tap it, folks), pregnancy, miscarriage, insecurities, infidelity, canon SOA violence & gore, STRONG language, drug & alcohol use, lots of taking the LORD’s name in vain, mentions of racism, mentions of rape, and character deaths

Author’s Note: So, this is my first SOA story. It is set during the timeline of the entire series, but I’m not going full canon. There will be things that are actually what happened in the show, but with my own twist, and things that are not show canon. The narrative is set to fit the story itself. If you are a Tara Knowles fan, be warned, as this story may not be for you. Please if you want to be tagged just in time for first chapter, please hit up my ask. I will gladly tag you all.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SENSITIVE MATERIAL

CHAPTER 11

Deputy Chief David Hale casually made his way out of a local diner the following morning. He was carrying a bag of his favorite breakfast treats in one hand and holding a cup of black coffee in the other. This was his routine at least three times a week. The coffee Chief Wayne Unser would make at the station was absolutely horrid, and sometimes David hated the vending machine options. So, every other morning, he would find himself treating himself to some morning goodness.

As David continued to walk to his jeep, his mind kept replaying the events from last night like some cruel joke. He was having a nice dinner with the woman he’s crushed on since forever, only for his big mouth to ruin everything.

Of course he had to bring up Jax Teller and SAMCRO, and of course, Lena just had to go and defend them like they weren’t a bunch of criminals. SAMCRO was the reason that David decided to join the police academy in the first place. He was tired of them always getting away with murder, literally. He also knew that they had Unser in their back pocket, to help keep all of their dirt covered up. David never wanted to wish ill on anyone, but Unser’s cancer diagnosis was like a blessing in disguise. The Chief only had a few more months left, and then he was to retire. And when he did, David, would be happy to take his place; to finally take SAMCRO down for good.

On the other hand, David also wished that he could go back in time, and tell himself to shut the fuck up sometimes. But Jax Teller would always remain a thorn in his side.

And speaking of the outlaw biker…

David finally approached his jeep, that was parked curbside, when the sound of a familiar motorcycle pulling up caught his attention. The Chief Deputy rolled his eyes in annoyance, as he watched his blonde biker nemesis quickly hop off his bike and confidently make his way up to him.

“Something I can do for you, Teller?” David bitterly questioned.

Jax gave a sarcastic chuckle, staring straight at David. “You and I need to have a chat, Deputy.”

“About?”

“You know exactly what this is about.” Jax spat in agitation. “Why were you at Lena’s place last night? Harassing her? Trying to get her to rat on me and my club?”

Now it was David’s turn to chuckle, as he stood toe to toe with the prince of Charming. “You think I was there to harass Lena? Well, Teller, clearly you’re mistaken. What I do with Lena Daniels is none of your concern.”

Jax’s jaw ticked in anger. “It is my concern when she’s my Old Lady.”

“Well, word around town is that’s not the case anymore.” David spat with a smug smile. “Lena can see whoever she wants to, she’s not some property you own.”

Jax could feel the anger radiating off of his skin. It took everything, but the wrath of God, to stop him from knocking the Deputy Chief to the pavement. The club was already in hot water as it is, and him going to jail wasn’t going to help the situation. “You know what, Hale? You’re biting off way more than you can chew. Keep pushing my buttons.”

David placed his hands on his hips in a defensive stance. “Are you threatening me, Teller?”

Jax took a deep breath, exhaling slowly to calm his nerves. He then looked David straight in his eyes, again, smirking. “This is your first and last warning, Hale. Stay…away…from Lena or you’ll find out if I’m really threatening you.” Was the last thing Jax said, before stalking back off to his bike.

As Jax quickly hopped on, he looked back at Hale for a few more seconds. Once he established ground, he then kicked started the bike, backing out, and driving down the street.

It didn’t take Jax long before he found himself pulling his bike into the driveway of his best friend’s home. After Donna’s funeral, Opie had taken off on his own, leaving his kids in the care of Piney and Mary.

Jax knew that his best friend needed the time to come to terms with what happened to Donna, but he was happy that he was finally home. Although, what Opie was coming home to was just more tragedy.

Jax knew, or had a very high suspicion of, the real person who was responsible for his best friend’s wife’s death. When it came back that the Niners were not involved with Donna’s death, that suspicion lead to Jax’s own step father, Clay Morrow.

After a tip, ironically, from Deputy Chief David Hale, Stahl had set up Opie to look like a rat in SAMCRO’s eyes. That was when Jax realized that it was highly likely that SAMCRO was involved with Donna’s murder. Jax confronted Clay, but of course, Clay denied having any involvement. That still didn’t change Jax’s mind. He knew for a fact that both Clay and his right man, Tig, were the culprits.

Now was hard part of Jax coming clean and telling his best friend the truth or protecting the club.

Jax sighed heavily, hopping off of his bike and setting his helmet on the handle. He then removed his sunglasses, as he casually made his way up the rest of the driveway and into the garage where he finally spotted Opie, who had met him halfway. The two embraced in a brotherly hug.

“It’s good to see you, brother.”

Jax pulled away from his best friend. “How was the walkabout?”

Opie gave him a nonchalant shrug, looking down at his shuffling feet. “I’m doing okay.”

Jax then in turn gave Opie a smile, before looking over his shoulder and noticing that Opie was starting a new bike project. “What’s this?” He nodded, making his way over to the table and found himself surprised by what he saw. “Holy shit. Panhead EG. 63?”

“65.” Opie corrected, also making his way over.

“Where the hell did you find it?” Jax questioned, still in awe.

“CHP pulled me over,” Opie began, “in Ukiah.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Started bullshittin’ with me. They turned me on to this parts guy.” He then pointed to the unfinished bike. “Electra Glide was just rotting behind some garbage. It’s all there—stock.”

Jax nodded. “That’ll keep you busy.”

“That’s the plan.” Opie countered firmly.

Things get quiet for a second, before Jax finally stated, “I missed you, bro.”

Now it was Opie’s turn to nod. “How’s everything going? How’s Lena doing? I forgot to thank her for the help with the kids, Donna’s funeral, and shit.” Opie questioned, as Jax sighed heavily at the mention of his ex’s name. “What? What’d I miss?” The taller biker’s brows furrowed in confusion.

Jax took a seat on the table, pushing his hair back. “I fucked up, Ope.”

“What do you mean?”

Jax then looked up at his best friend. “Tara.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jax.” Opie exasperated, immediately knowing what happened. “How did Lena take it?”

Jax shook his head, staring ahead of himself. “Not good. The day of Donna’s funeral, she ended us.”

“And how does Tara fit into all of this?”

“She doesn’t.” Jax spat. “It was a stupid fucking mistake that I didn’t realize until after it happened.”

“So, what are you gonna do now?”

“What can I do, Ope?” Jax questioned, standing to his feet again. “Lee, won’t even talk to me. And if she does, she’s seriously pissed. Like I could blame her anyway.”

“You’ll figure it out.” Opie reassured his best friend. “So, aside from your chaotic love life, how’s everything else been going?”

Now it was Jax’s turn to shrug, still not sure he should spill the truth to Opie. “You know, gettin’ it done. Made a new deal with the Irish. Gonna run handguns up the coast till the ATF heat dies down.”

Opie’s brows furrowed again, in confusion. “What does that do for business?”

“We keep supplying Oakland.” Jax stated simply. We just need to figure out who that supply goes to.”

“Retaliation.” Opie said, placing all the pieces together.

“Yeah.” Jax nodded once more. “We’re sitting down to figure it out…waited until you got back.”

And before Opie could respond, the boys were interrupted by Opie’s mother, Mary, as she waltzed her way into the garage. “Hey, Jax.”

“Hey, Mary.” Jax replied, giving his best friend’s mother a hug.

“He’s too skinny, right?” Mary pointed at her son, who turned away from her in embarrassment.

“Yeah, well, we’ll beef him up.” Jax joked, reaching over to playfully backslap Opie’s stomach.

“Kids will be so glad to see you.” Mary told her son sympathetically.

Jax noticed that his best friend had trouble making eye contact with Mary. He could see the pain written across Opie’s face. Even though he was trying to hide it.

“I got some things to take care of.” Opie brushed off, finally looking at his mother. “You mind picking them up from school, ma?”

“We can wait, man.” Jax stepped in, knowing why Opie was avoiding seeing his kids.

Opie shook his head dismissively. “No. I’ll see the kids later, ma.” He kissed his mom on the cheek and turned to Jax. “See you at the clubhouse.” He gave Jax’s arm a quick pat, before stalking off.

Jax sighed deeply, watching Opie walk away, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. He then turned to look at Mary, seeing the desolate look across her face. “Ope loves his kids.” He reassured her. “We all just got to give him a minute.”

Mary nodded in agreement, reaching out to give Jax’s arm a small squeeze. “Take care of him, Jax.”

“Yeah.” Jax said, also making himself scarce from the Winston household.

Lena sighed heavily, making her way out of another place, angrily crossing a line through their wanted ad in the newspaper. Since leaving her job at the clubhouse, Lena was trying to catch up on finding work, so she could afford the important things in life. Like food and shelter. She had been out all morning just looking for any kind of work, but everywhere she went was just a string of disappointments.

Lena was thisclose to calling up Luann and finally accepting her offer. But she didn’t think she was that desperate.

Yet…

Lena was just about to make her way into the local diner on Main St, when she immediately spotted David Hale storming his way out of said diner in obvious anger. She knew she shouldn’t bother, considering what went down between them last night, but curiosity and a bit of concern got the best of her.

Against her better judgement, Lena followed Hale all the way back to his jeep.

“David?” Lena called out, stopping him in his tracks.

The young Deputy Chief turned around and saw that Lena was approaching him.

“Are you okay?” Lena questioned.

“I’m fine, Lena. Is there something I can help you with?” David quickly snapped at his long time crush in irritation.

“Nothing.” Lena could tell that David was still pissed from last night, and whatever happened in that diner, so she just decided to leave well enough alone and continue on about her business.

David sighed heavily, feeling bad for snapping at Lena that way. “Lena,” he called out to her, now stopping her in her tracks. “I’m sorry.”

Lena slowly turned back around to face the Deputy Chief. “I know you’re probably still mad about what happened between us last night, but it looked like you were upset about something else when you stormed out of the diner. I just wanted to know if you were okay.”

David nodded, starting to feel calm in Lena’s presence. “Yeah, I’m fine. What are you doing out here?”

Lena released a deep breath. “Well, since SAMCRO no longer supplies my checks, I’m job hunting.” She held up the newspaper in her hands.

“Speaking of SAMCRO,” David began. “I had a little run in with your biker ex this morning.”

Lena’s brows furrowed in confusion, as she felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach at the mention of her ex. “Jax? Why?”

“What do you think?” David questioned. “Apparently, he knew that I was at your house last night and tried to intimidate me. He was basically marking his territory.”

“That didn’t last long.” Lena muttered to herself, feeling kind of relieved that she wasn’t going crazy when she thought she heard Jax’s bike last night. But she was also feeling a bit annoyed that her ex was reneging on what he told her he’d do. “Listen, David, whatever Jax is trying to do, don’t—”

David immediately cut her off. “Jax Teller doesn’t scare me, Lena.”

“I never said he did.” Lena countered.

Things are silent between the two for a few, before Deputy Chief spoke up again. “Look, I know that you and I have very differing opinions on the situation, but I just…can you please just be careful?”

“Be careful of Jax?” Lena questioned in uncertainty. She knew something other than Jax Teller and the Sons was plaguing his mind.

“Not just Jax.” David began, looking at Lena knowing that there was something else aside from SAMCRO that was starting to brew in Charming. “I know this town is a little bit backwards at times, but there are some new players in town that you should be wary of.” He said, thinking about the real reason he had stormed out of the diner from the disastrous lunch he had with his brother and the League of American Nationalists or so they called themselves.

David only saw them as white hate.

“Wary how?” Lena was definitely confused on what David was trying to get at. She could see that he was struggling for her sake to not say too much. “What more enemies for SAMCRO?”

“Possibly, yeah.” David said. “But they are not fond of, and I say this with the least bit of offense, people like you.”

“People like me?” Lena still questioned, as she was becoming annoyed with David’s cryptic talk. “What, like as in a woman?” She questioned, and David shook his head, looking down at his shuffling feet. Lena finally caught on. “You mean as in a black woman?”

David nodded.

Lena then gave a dry chuckle, hating this town a little bit more. Although, Lena was of mixed race and grew up mostly around white people, she never questioned who she was. If her mother taught her one thing; it was to love herself for the skin she was in. Lena was proud to call herself a black woman in a town that had less than 10% of people of color. Black and non-black included. She had dealt with racism in the past. Being one of two of the only black girls going to her high school. Then a few years back, she had a short-lived face to face encounter with Ernest Darby and his group of neo-Nazi dickheads. Jax quickly shut that down, and Darby never came near her again.

Now, they were about to be dealing with this crap again.

“Lena,” David spoke, breaking Lena of her thoughts, “just—I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, but just look out for yourself, okay? And if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.”

Lena nodded, still trying to process this. “Yeah, I will. Thank you.”

“I’ve, uh, got to head back to the station. You need a ride anywhere?”

Lena shook her head at David’s gesture. “No, I’m okay. My car is parked across the street.”

Jax pulled his bike up the driveway to Lena’s house, just as her Mustang arrived. He watched, as Lena hopped out of her car, before shutting off his engine. He then hopped off his bike and made his way to her.

Lena immediately turned to see her ex approaching her. “Jax, what are you doing here?”

Lena’s ex just shrugged. “I was just in the neighborhood, and I just wanted to stop by and check on you.”

“You were just in the neighborhood?” Lena eyed him warily.

“Yeah.” Jax nodded.

Lena still looked her ex up and down with weariness in her eyes. Something was definitely off about him.

“What’s the matter? Did something happen?” Lena questioned, hating herself a bit for still caring.

Jax swallowed hard, looking straight at Lena. “Can we talk?”

“Jax…” That was the last thing that Lena wanted to do. She needed a clean break from him, but it seemed like he wanted to make this hard for her. “If this is about David—“

Jax quickly cut her off. “No, it’s not about Hale. I made sure that he already knows the deal.” And before Lena could protest, he spoke up again. “I just really want to talk to you. Please.” He pleaded.

Lena silently cursed at the pull in her heart, before turning heel and making her way up the rest of her driveway to her front door. She knew that Jax was following behind her. Once she opened the door, Lena settled her things on the table in the foyer and continuing to walk toward the living room. Jax closed the door behind himself and still continued to trail Lena’s tracks.

Jax then found himself dropping onto her familiar ratty sofa, before watching Lena walk into her kitchen. She returned just a few short minutes later with a bottle of beer in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. She gave him the beer, and he silently thanked her. She then joined him on the opposite side of the couch.

Jax took a casual sip of his beer, just staring at Lena. He knew how much he had missed her, but seeing her now made his heart explode with want and need for her. She was so goddamn beautiful and if he had the chance, he’d take back that night in a heartbeat.

“You really look good, Lee,” Jax began, taking another sip of his beer.

“Jax,” Lena exasperated, not wanting to tread unchartered waters with her ex. But God, how much she missed him. “You said you wanted to talk. So, talk.”

Jax, again, nodded, sinking down further into Lena’s couch. No matter how much he complained about that thing, he would give everything just with lay with Lena on it. “Ope’s home.”

Lena felt a little relief in the pit of her stomach. She had been a bit worried about her ex’s best friend since he took off after Donna’s funeral. “That’s good. He doing okay?”

“He’s still trying to cope.” Jax answered and then became quiet. “I…uh…helped him kill a man today in retaliation for Donna.”

In all the years that Lena had known Jax, he was never really open about the things the club did. He always said it was for her protection. The less she knew, the less chances she had of getting hurt. So, she was surprised that Jax had volunteered this information as he did with Kohn a few weeks back.

“Jesus Christ, Jax.” Lena then felt that relief turn into dread. “Niner?”

Jax shook his head. “No. Mayan.”

“Why do I get the feeling there’s a but somewhere in there?” Lena questioned, knowing Jax was leaving something out. “I thought you had pinned the murder on the Niners.”

Jax, again, shook his head. “LaRoy said the Niners didn’t do it, and I believe him.”

“So, who found out it was the Mayans?”

“Clay said he found some information on what happened. It led us right to the guy.”

“It wasn’t him either, was it?” Lena immediately knew when Jax looked down at his feet. “So, an innocent man was killed today?” She knew that the man wasn’t completely innocent, but in this case he was. “Do you even know who it is?”

Jax then looked back up at Lena. “I have my suspicions. They’re not concrete, but I don’t want to tell you, because I don’t want you to end up like Donna.”

“Jax…”

“Look, Lee, I told you all I could. Full disclosure.” Things become quiet between the two, before Jax decided to change the subject. “Bobby’s coming home tonight. We’re having a party for him at the clubhouse. I really hope you’d come.”

“I don’t think so, Jax.” Lena shook her head and quickly standing to her feet. She then grabbed Jax’s empty beer bottle and made her way into the kitchen.

Lena didn’t realize that Jax had followed her until she turned around and found him standing behind her.

“Please, just come to the party. You can stay as long as you’d like. We just need a lot of people there who love and support Bobby.”

Lena thought about it for a moment. She knew that she shouldn’t be going anywhere near SAMCRO, but she felt her resolve giving in. “Fine. I’ll go.”

Jax gave her a small smirk, before crowding her space. “I can give you a ride. I know you miss riding the bike.”

Lena huffed, rolling her eyes, as she tried to ignore the closeness of Jax. “If I say yes, will you leave me alone?”

“Maybe.” Jax playfully teased. “I have to go finish up some things, but I’ll be back in an hour to come and get you.”

“I feel like you’ve just set a trap, and I fell for it.”

Jax just gave her a warm smile. “Thanks for the talk. I’ll see you later.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips against her cheek, before retreating from her sight.

Lena sighed in frustration the moment she heard Jax close her front door. She had a feeling that she was going to regret this.

Lena can admit that she did kind of miss riding on the back of Jax’s bike. She always loved how freeing it felt and the wind whipping across her hair and skin. She also loved feeling so close to Jax, as she held onto him tightly.

When Jax pulled his bike into Teller-Morrow, the party was already in full swing. Classic rock music blasted in the air, while bikers entertained themselves with booze and scantily clad croweaters.

Lena hopped off of Jax’s bike, straightening out her skirt. Jax followed right behind her, taking the helmet he gave her, and sitting it on the handle of the bike.

Lena turned her attention to her ex as his bright blues looked her up and down, a small smirk forming across his handsome features. The small amount of annoyance she felt was nothing compared to the butterflies she was feeling at his open staring. But she wasn’t going to show it.

“What?”

Jax shook his head, his eyes trailing up her thick frame in the outfit she chose to wear for the night. It was the right amount of sexy without the skanky. “You look good, Lee.”

Just those simple words caused Lena’s cheeks to burn in a blush, but again, she was not going to play into his games tonight. She was here for Bobby and Bobby only.

“Don’t do that.” Lena chastised her ex playfully.

“Don’t do what?” Jax questioned in feigned innocence.

“Be you.” Lena spat, causing Jax to let out a small chuckle. “Jax Teller; pretty boy outlaw, who can charm the panties off of any dumb broad who walks his way. Me being here, don’t change nothing between us, Jackson. I mean it.”

Jax shrugged in a nonchalant manner, taking a step closer to Lena. “Maybe. Maybe not. And besides you’re not some dumb broad.” He reached up to caress his calloused thumb across the softness of her cheekbone.

Lena, still not falling for his charms, pulled back from his touch. Her perfectly arched brows furrowed in confusion. “What the hell does that mean?”

Jax pretended that her rejection didn’t hurt, as he took another step toward her. “It means, let’s just celebrate Bobby coming home, and we’ll talk about us later.”

Lena shook her head, quickly stopping her ex in his tracks, pressing her hand against the Vice President patch on the kutte he proudly wore. She tried to ignore the warmth she felt beneath her fingertips. “There is no us, Jax.”

Jax just gave Lena another smirk, leaning forward. Her heart began to beat faster in her chest, the closer his mouth got to hers. He then bypassed her awaiting lips, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

Jax then whispered into her ear, “we’ll see about that.”

Lena’s body shuddered involuntarily, and she hated herself even more. She could already feel her resolve starting to crumble a little bit more.

Damn him. She thought.

Fuck that. Damn me.

Lena then felt Jax reach down and grab her hand, locking their fingers, and pulling her over to the picnic table where the rest of SAMCRO welcomed her with open arms. They were excited to see that she was around. It was as if she had never left.

Lena then looked up to see the Queen of SAMCRO herself approaching her with a grin that matched Jax’s.

“Don’t look at me like that, Gem.” Lena pointed out to her ex’s mom. “I know what you’re thinking. I’m just here for Bobby.” As she kept reiterating. She thought if she kept saying it out loud, it would actually be believable enough.

“I wasn’t thinking anything, sweetheart.” Gemma said, the shit-eating grin still plastered on her face as she leaned in to kiss Lena’s cheek and wrapped her arm around her son’s ex’s shoulder pulling her into an embrace. “How you been? You doin’ alright?”

“I’m fine, Gemma.”

“Come on, let’s go and get you a drink.” Gemma then pulled Lena away, but not before Lena glanced back at Jax, who just smiled and gave her a wink in the process.

Lena knew exactly what this was. Let the men talk about club business, while the women-folk occupied themselves with other things.

Of course in the few weeks that Lena had been away, the clubhouse hadn’t changed one bit. No matter how much she, or the croweaters, or even the Prospect had scrubbed the place from bottom to top, it always reeked of stale beer, cigarettes, and pussy.

Tonight was definitely no different. Especially, since there was fresh (or not so fresh, depending on how you looked at it) pussy on full display. Whether it was swinging from the stripper pole or buried under Bobby’s face.

Grossed out, Lena had had enough, and decided to go in search for Jax, who had disappeared out of nowhere. That hadn’t surprised Lena at all. She was no longer in the company of his mother, who called it a night and went to go relieve Neeta of her babysitting duties. She volunteered to tag along, but Gemma turned her down. So, she found herself just wandering outside of the clubhouse.

Lena immediately spotted Opie, sitting at the picnic table by himself. Her heart dropped at the sight of Jax’s best friend. He didn’t look good at all. She knew that him losing Donna was still hitting him hard.

“I knew I’d find you out here.”

Opie immediately looked up to see Lena approaching him, as he tried to plaster a smile on his face. He then stood to his feet, his 6 foot plus frame towering over her, as he embraced her in a hug.

“It’s good to see you, Ope.” Lena was the first to pull away, as they both took a seat at the table. “I’m glad you’re home and safe. I hope your trip gave you some clarity.”

Opie shrugged, finishing off his beer, and tossing it into the trash barrel. “I’m not exactly sure what it did for me. I come back home and Donna still ain’t here.”

Lena’s stomach clenched, as she reached out to give his arm a small squeeze. “I’m so sorry, Ope.”

Opie sighed heavily, and Lena could tell how much he was feeling sorry for himself. “I forgot to thank you for helping with the kids and helping to take care of everything for Donna’s service.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Lena shook her head. Thanking her was the least of his worries. “So, how are the kids?”

“They’re alright, I guess.” Opie gave another shrug.

“You guess?” Lena questioned. “Please, don’t tell me you’re avoiding your kids, Ope? They need you now more than ever.”

“Kind of like how Jax needs you?” Opie quickly countered, but immediately regretted it.

“What?” Lena asked, taken aback. “My relationship with Jax is nothing comparable to you and the kids losing Donna.”

Again Opie released a deep breath. “I know that, Lee. Listen, I took Donna for granted when she was here.” He paused, swallowing thickly. “You and Jax —you’re good for him, Lee. Please realize that before it’s too late.”

Now it was Lena’s turn to swallow thickly at Opie’s words. Looking up into his baby blues, she let his words sink in, before standing to her feet. “Go home to your kids, Ope.” She told him, leaning down to place a kiss on his bearded cheek.

Lena was now really ready to call it a night and go the hell home. So, she went in search for Jax. As she began to look for her ex, Opie’s words kept burning in the back of her mind. She tried to erase them and pretend as if he never said them. She knew that she and Jax had to work through a bunch of bullshit, aside from his indiscretion with his doctor ex, to even begin to think about trying to right the wrongs.

Of course Lena still loved Jax. That was something that she knew that wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

But was that love even enough?

Lena had stumbled onto her answer the moment she found Jax. He was currently sitting on his bike, nursing a cigarette, while smirking (yes, the same smirk), up at some scantily clad, bleached blonde standing between his legs.

Lena recognized that bad dye job and flat ass from anywhere. Ima Tite was one of Luann’s little porn sluts. Now Lena would never judge a person by their job considering the man she was in love with was an actual criminal. But that stringy haired, no ass having bitch was on another level trifling whore. Where Tara was more of a quiet and reserved whore, Ima wore her skankiness on her sleeve. Or more like on her rancid pussy that was always hanging out of the lack of clothing she liked to not wear.

Lena knew for a while that Ima was trying to push up on Jax, but he always said that he wasn’t interested in someone’s pussy who’d been around the block a couple of times.

Lena guessed that had changed now.

Clearing her throat, Lena approached the pair. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but Jackson, I’m gonna head home.”

Jax was surprised to see Lena now standing before him, not looking too happy, at the compromising position he was in. He quickly pushed Ima off of him and stood to his feet. “Lee,” he called out to his ex, who was already trying to get away from him. “Shit.”

Lena just wanted to get away. She didn’t get too far though. She felt Jax grab her elbow and turned around to face him.

“That wasn’t what it looked like.” Jax tried to explain, but he knew that this was going to fall on deaf ears.

Lena took a deep breath, calming the urge to go off on him and that nasty bitch. She was trying to tell herself that Jax was no longer her responsibility anymore. “Jax, you don’t need to explain anything to me. You can do whatever and whoever you want. Even if that is skanky porn sluts.” She seethed, but loudly enough for Ima to roll her eyes at. “So, goodnight, I’m going home.”

Jax tried to stop her again. “Lee, don’t. Let me at least give you a ride home.”

Lena chuckled sarcastically, snatching her arm from his grip. “Oh no,” she threw up a hand, “I don’t want to take up any more of your time. You go and have fun, Jax.” She shooed him back to Ima, who was still desperately lingering next to Jax’s bike.

“Lee, stop.” Jax gritted, chasing Lena once again, but she was too quick for him. “That’s not what I meant. Lee, please.”

Lena just ignored Jax’s pleas and continued on her way out of Teller-Morrow with Jax still trailing behind her. She was only focused on getting away.

Lena knew that she shouldn’t have come to this party. Of course, she’d live to regret it. Jax hanging around Ima, while making promises to fix things between them only proved that they were not ready to start over. She knew that his wandering penis would always be a problem in their relationship.

When Lena finally stopped walking, she realized that Jax was no longer following behind her and that she had walked pretty far away from the garage. The sound of a revving engine startled her, as she quickly found herself running into the closest alleyway. The last thing she wanted was for Jax to try to get her back on his bike.

A procession of bikes zoomed right passed her hiding spot, and Lena breathed a sigh of relief. When the coast was clear, she continued on her way. She knew of a bus stop that just on the other side of the alley.

<<<<<WARNING: SENSITIVE MATERIAL AHEAD. IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY RACIALLY CHARGED LANGUAGE AND ANYTHING NON-CONSENSUAL PLEASE DO NOT READ.>>>>>

While Lena silently cursed herself for letting herself fall for Jax’s charms again, she hadn’t noticed the vehicle that was slowly creeping up behind her. It wasn’t until those bright headlights casted a shadow over her form.

Annoyed that Jax had found her, Lena slowly turned around to face him. She was immediately shocked and surprised to not find Jax’s bike behind her. Fear and trepidation took over at the stark white van that had come to a complete stop.

Panic began to bubble in the pit of Lena’s stomach, as the engine to the van died, but the headlights stayed on. The driver and passenger doors opened, as two masked figures stepped out. Her heart raced, and she jumped in fright as the figures slammed their doors shut in unison.

“What do you guys want?” Lena questioned, that fear intensifying in her gut.

The two figures just stood there, intimidatingly, not saying a word.

Although her feet felt like lead stuck in cement, Lena thought to make a run for it. But she didn’t make it far, as a third masked figure appeared before her. She immediately noticed a tattoo on the throat of her terror, before his fist collided with the side of her face.

Lena cried out, now feeling herself being dragged by her hair back toward the van. With every bit of energy she had left, she tried to kick and scream her way out of their hold. Her scream suddenly died in her throat, the feeling of the wind being immediately knocked out of her lungs. She had been thrown against the side of the cold, brick wall, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Please,” Lena sobbed, every scenario of her trying to escape what was going to happen to her, flashed through her mind, “what do you want?”

The figure that held Lena steady against the wall, amidst her struggling. She then felt him lean forward, his breath sending a disgusted shudder down her spine.

“I want you to deliver a message for me, nigger.” The figure spat, and Lena felt sick to her stomach. “I want you to tell that race-traiting old man of yours and his little biker gang, to stop selling guns to other niggers and wetbacks.” He continued, getting frustrated at her struggling. He then slammed her face into the wall harder for emphasis. “If not, bitch, we will find you and do this again.”

Lena let out another choked sob, as she was then carelessly thrown to the ground, the side of her head bouncing off the wet pavement. Her screams of protest went unheard over the heavy weight now pressing against her spine.

Lena continued to struggle, trying her hardest to try and fight back, but they were just too overpowering for her. She then felt the stockings she wore being torn to scraps, followed by her underwear.

Lena tried to plead with them not to do this, but that all went ignored. A strong hand covered her mouth, and she let out a muffled scream when her worst nightmare came true. Her body felt like it was being ripped in half as she was now being violated in the worst way possible.

Lena finally stopped her struggle, now feeling completely numb to it all. By the time that each of them were done with her, guilt and shame covered her from head to toe. To add insult to injury, she was warned once again to tell Jax and SAMCRO to stop selling to color or they’d find her and do it all again.

When those headlights finally disappeared, Lena finally let out the choked sob that she had been holding in, curling into herself.

She had no idea what to do next.

TAGGED: @mrs-jax-teller @gemini0410 @notokay16 @titty-teetee @notmysinsagain

#Jax Teller #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller x oc #jax teller x reader #jax teller fiction #triggering content

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vulpesse-arc · 4 years

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

tagged by: stolen :) tagging: @scendant , @verumking , @sunszenith , @blackedsun , @saigeonmain , @quartlet , @shadowhelmed , @hotman , @devilglow , @drivenchaos , @re-no , @ladyfortunes , @cchilyoja , @quartlet , @deathboundinautumn , @ioniacriminal , anyone else who might like to do this :)

MY MUSE IS: canon / oc / au / slightly canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated.

IS YOUR CHARACTER POPULAR IN THE FANDOM? YES / NO. [ She is mayhap one of the most famous characters in the entire franchise as well as one of the oldest and who has suffered the most because of the fandom’s misconceptions. ]

IS YOUR CHARACTER CONSIDERED HOT™ IN THE FANDOM? YES / NO / IDK. [ Once more, yes, she’s definitely seen as one of the hottest characters in the game. I suppose that this has both good sides and bad sides? Especially when you encounter people who refuse to see past her physique. ]

IS YOUR CHARACTER CONSIDERED STRONG IN THE FANDOM? YES / NO / IDK. [ Ahri might not be the strongest character in the fandom but she’s certainly not weak either. What she cannot accomplish with mere physical strength alone, she can accomplish thanks to her charming abilities so she’s definitely a strong and dangerous opponent to face. ]

ARE THEY UNDERRATED? YES / NO / IDK. [ Yes and no at the same time? People love and hate her in equal measure but, after writing as her for so many years, I have also come to realize that few are the ones who actually pay attention to her lore and to her depth as a character. I’d say that her fame has made people blind towards who she really is and this is very sad. ]

WERE THEY RELEVANT FOR THE MAIN STORY? YES / NO, she’s more on the neutral side.

WERE THEY RELEVANT FOR THE MAIN CHARACTER? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. [ LOL doesn’t really have a main character or someone who’s inherently more important than others: everyone is the main character of their own specific story. This is why she is relevant to those who encounter her and those who have come to become part of her tale ; for the rest of the world, however, she’s nothing more than a vulpine vastaya with a pretty face. ]

ARE THEY WIDELY KNOWN IN THEIR WORLD? YES / NO. [ Ahri is well known in Ionia due to her past as a vicious man-eater. However, such tales and legends belong to ages long passed and no one would be capable of discerning her true identity by simply looking at her ; this is why even fellow vastayas and ionians are usually unaware of her relation to the beast that devoured entire villages. As far as the whole world is concerned, no, she’s definitely not known by the majority. ]

HOW’S THEIR REPUTATION? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [ I’d say that her reputation is definitely bad. As previously mentioned, she carved her name in the legends of Ionia with her undying hunger and through the unfair massacre of many innocent souls ; although such legends do not carry her name, you can still find visual depictions of the vixen who spread chaos and havoc through the holy lands. In the present days, she is still considered as someone who should not be trusted: rumors about what she is capable of have spread and only fools are willing to consciously approach someone who might easily dine on their souls and hearts. ]

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON? — I began writing as Ahri many years ago, which means that her lore has been twisted and modified quite some times from the very beginning. Although I do follow her present canon and I do adore every little detail that has been shared in pursuance of giving her more depth, I cannot really leave behind everything that I have developed in the past years. An easy example is the fact that my Ahri is still loosely based on the Korean myth of the “Gumiho”, which is a detail that plays an extremely important part in my portrayal: Ahri is, in fact, more beast than woman, is someone whose morals will always linger in the darkest shades of gray, is someone who adores violence and who has yet to properly harbor any type of guilt for everything that she has done thus far ; another detail is the fact that she devours souls as much as she can indulge in the flavor of hearts and livers as well. So, I would say that my Ahri is canon but with her own little twists?

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — Ahri is an incredibly complex creature, someone whose very existence is quite paradoxical for she represents both death and the maiden at the same exact time. She can be cruel and heartless as much as she can be gentle and dulcet, she is always greedy for knowledge and there is nothing that she adores as much as listening to someone’s stories or learning new facts about a world that is still oh so foreign to her. She’s beautiful, elegant, has the fluffiest tails you will ever see and she’s definitely the best cuddle buddy! Despite her murderous nature, there is something oddly soothing about her company that will naturally lure you closer.

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — Ahri is not a good person, not even a good animal. She’s incredibly instinctive and easily becomes victim to her own whims and desires and feelings: if she decides that she wants something, she will not stop in front of anything in pursuance of quenching her thirst. Because of this, she’s a huge liar, she’s manipulative and sly and dishonest, she knows the weaknesses of those around her and does not hesitate to exploit them in pursuance of elevating herself to a higher plane. She’s not easy to deal with because she will rarely say the truth and will rarely allow others to come close to her ; it doesn’t matter who the other person is, her first instinct will always be that of hunting them.

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE? — I was asked to write as this muse many years ago by a friend of mine. I didn’t even like her at first... I thought that she was nothing more than some easy fanservice for the game but I am so glad that I changed my mind because she has ultimately become my favorite muse and someone I always come back to, no matter how many years have passed.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING? — Poetry is perhaps my strongest inspiration when it comes to Ahri! Poetry and visuals of idyllic landscapes, of flowers in bloom, of porcelain marred by blood. Music might sometimes help too (for example I do tend to listen to the OST of “Memoirs of a Geisha” whilst writing replies) but I’d say that poetry is indeed my strongest inspiration, it’s the one thing that makes me think of other aspects of her and that continues to fuel my motivation to be here.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

DO YOU THINK YOU GIVE YOUR CHARACTER JUSTICE? YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? [ I’m extremely hesitant and nervous about my portrayal, so... I do hope that the people I write with might eventually begin to enjoy my portrayal of Ahri. ]

DO YOU FREQUENTLY WRITE HEADCANONS? YES / NO / SORT OF? [ I think of headcanons very often but I must say that I haven’t posted too much on this blog lately. Some of them got stolen, others got ignored and... That lowkey killed my motivation to openly post the ideas I have about my muse. This is however something that I plan on changing soon! ]

DO YOU SOMETIMES WRITE DRABBLES? YES / NO [ It depends on my inspiration or on the prompt I am given. ]

DO YOU THINK A LOT ABOUT YOUR MUSE DURING THE DAY? YES / NO

ARE YOU CONFIDENT IN YOUR PORTRAYAL? YES / NO / SORT OF? [ Not really... I love my Ahri, I love the headcanons that I have developed for her and I adore the interactions that she has had during this time, but... I’m always scared of people’s bad judgement, of being seen as uninteresting or as not talented enough to portray such a complex character. ]

ARE YOU CONFIDENT IN YOUR WRITING? YES / NO / A LITTLE BIT. [ I believe that I can still improve, especially considering that my writing style is constantly changing. But I am not too sad about it! ]

ARE YOU A SENSITIVE PERSON? YES / NO. / SORTA.

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL? — As long as the criticism comes with the intent of helping me to improve my portrayal, then yes, I do accept it well because it would allow me to look at things from a different point of view and thus help me to realize in which fields I am currently lacking. Due to the fact that the LOL characters can be quite ‘loose’ when it comes to their canons (especially in the case of those who weren’t given much material to work with in the first place), I do believe that everyone can take quite a large amount of creative freedom when portraying them ; however, I do realize that some of my headcanons might sound weird to someone else and I have absolutely nothing against explaining my side of things, the reasons that have motivated me to make Ahri behave in a certain way instead of another. Criticism is always good, as long as it’s not accompanied by free hatred.

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU TO EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER? — Absolutely yes! I love it when people come and ask for more information about Ahri or when I receive really curious anons about the most mundane aspects of her life.

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? — Why not? I might not drop the headcanon since I’m still certain that I am the person who knows my muse the most but I’m not against discussing things with another person, especially if our points of view are really that different.

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT? — I admit that I’d be sad over it since I’m well aware of how much passion and effort I am constantly pouring in my portrayal. However, that wouldn’t be the end of the world! There are so many beautiful Ahris out there who have taken a different path from me and thus developed their muses in a different manner, so I’d just suggest to the person to try and interact with them instead.

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT? — Ah, you would be surprised to know how many people hate Ahri in the fandom! What saddens me is the fact that such hatred usually stems from really useless and dumb reasons, such as her being more famous than another champion or her receiving more skins than their fave... Even in the roleplay community, I sometimes encountered people who hated her simply because she was “too famous” and that really annoyed me because it’s groundless bashing with no roots to support it. However, I can understand why someone might dislike a character who’s so manipulative and dishonest! Obviously, I wish that people saw more than just this one side of her, but... We can’t have everything in life, sadly.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS? — Of course, as long as the person is not rude about it! I am Italian so English is my second language and grammatical errors can and will indeed happen.

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN? — I think I am easy going although I am incredibly shy and this... This is a huge problem when it comes to interacting with others since it might take me a while to respond to messages and open up to someone else. This is a side of myself that I truly wish to change and I’m working really hard on abandoning my comfort zone, but... It takes time, a lot of time. However! Despite my shyness, I can assure you that I’m the softest person you will ever meet and that if you manage to make me feel comfy around you, I will not stop speaking about Ahri and about music and about videogames and anything else that we might have in common! Once I do grow close to someone, I love to talk and meme and share things and... I think I also become slightly clingy? But I always mean good, I swear... I’m just a shy bun who wants to have fun and love you :(

#.• ❤ ─ ▸ love CHANGING shape each day. ╱ ❪ ﹠ study 08 ─ hcs games ❫#:O #this was interesting to write

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melmedardasworld · 5 years

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Three words | Shane Walsh

Author’s Note: Another Shane Walsh x Oc, because he just needs more love. This piece has some ties to my previous Shane x reader imagine. But reader and Shane dated before the apocalypse, but it didn’t work out.

Pairing: Shane Walsh x Veronica/Roni (woc)

Warnings: fluff, light angst, minor language, mention of canon characters

"Ngh!" Veronica groaned and reflexively touched the center between her legs only to wince at the ache shooting in her back, legs and arms.

"Go to sleep Roni." Shane rumbled under his breath and deliberately threw his heavy arm over her waist, pulling her back into him.

"Fuck! That hurts, o-ow!"

"Just stay down and savor it." Shane lazily drawled into her chest, where his face was currently buried. His long legs eventually coil around hers. This was when Veronica decided to give up and plop back on the bed.

She felt the remains of tears slide down her warm cheeks. "This is the first time I cried. I didn't think it could feel better and then it did." Veronica absently played with his locks and sighed, "I feel like my body will never go back to normal."

Now she was just babbling so Shane asked, "but you liked it?"

"I loved it." Veronica answered in a daze thinking of all the positions Shane put her in. Those angles she had to take. Even with their experience as a couple, Veronica didn't think her own body could physically bend that way. She was very flexible.

From who and when the hell did Shane learn all this from.

Veronica ran her fingers through his scalp and took the smell of him into her lungs. She bit her lip and smiled at the feeling of bliss whenever they were intimate. "Just a bit jealous at the person who you did these things with. I’m jealous.”

"Are you now?" Shane lazily asked and sighed from her fingers scratching through his scalp and shut his eyes. After a few minutes of silence he just wanted to look at her and with a light tug, pulled her arms down and did just that.

Veronica smiled at him and the edges of her eyes lifted with the motion. Just knowing it was because of him that she put on such a happy and blissful expression was the only thing that mattered to Shane. The only thing he wanted to see when they weren't outside, putting down the dead and alive for their safety.

"What?" Veronica asked with that same demure smile as when Shane genuinely confessed that he wanted to be with her and asked his forgiveness in that same sentence.

Without the past hanging over them.

Veronica briefly avoided his fixed gaze when Shane brushed the corkscrew shaped curls from her wet cheek and curled his hand around the side of her neck, thumb stroking the top of her cheeks.

Shane appreciated his relationship with Veronica more. Where they were more comfortable around one another and that the woman was willing to accept all sides of who he was and realistic outlook on life. The things he got scorned for by the others in their group, by the man he called and saw as his brother, and by the mother and son duo he at one point saw as his own and protected.

But even as the pressure of the apocalyptic world got heavier, his actions mire questionable and his decisions weighed heavier on him, Veronica never quit on him. She had his back as a friend and close confidant first. Their relationship quickly becoming more intimate. As cliche as it was, it took a life and death situation for either Shane or Veronica to admit their amorous feeling for each other.

For Veronica, being with Shane again was different from when they dated in the old world. Being with him now, she was convinced this was what it truly felt like to be respected, loved, and supported. A person that was willing to stand by her when she did equally horrible things, but saved not only her life but that of the collective.

"I just want to look at you." Shane said in his equally distraught thoughts and returned a smile from the earnest glittering inside her dark eyes, god she was- he didn't even have the right words to describe her and admitted, "thinking about us."

Veronica was the first person, since Lori, he put so dear in his heart. A person he dared to earnestly love.

"Care to share?" Veronica asked while she absently stroked the inside of his forearm up and down with her fingers.

"I love you." He admitted, which came as a surprise to Veronica. In the time she and Shane had made it official, there was an unspoken understanding between them. Both would give each other the space to box the feeling of previous relations.

Mostly between Shane, Lori and Rick.

Propping her arm up with her palm pressed against her cheek, Veronica listened to him. "You’re serious aren’t you?" She stretched her legs between his and shared her light doubt. “Don’t feel obliged to say it, because we’re exclusive and have sex.”

"I know Roni. Might be a hothead and we bicker a lot,” Shane palmed the side of her face rather firmly and his gaze softened, “but that’s something I’d never admit to just anyone.” There was only vulnerability in Shane’s confession. One that tempted just made the organ in her chest beat just that little bit faster and it made her lips curl up.

“I love you. ” Those three words were perfectly in syc with the feelings Veronica always secretly had for the ex-police officer.

“I’m glad. Because I feel the same way Shane Walsh.” Maintaining eye contact, Veronica curled her free hand over the busy one on her cheek. After a while, she lifted his hand and pressed her lips against his knuckles.

"I love you too." Turning her head, she kissed his palm a few times and gave her boyfriend an assuring glance. “And know that you can’t get rid of me that easily. Veronica threatened playfully before she pulled their faces together and kissed her long and deep.

Tagging: @harrysthiccthighss

#shane walsh fanfiction #shane walsh imagine #shane x oc #shane x woc #twd imagine #thewalkingdead poc #thewalkingdead fanfiction #shane walsh #twd poc #twd woc #thewalkingdead woc #the walking dead poc #the walking dead woc #the walking dead imagine #shane walsh x poc

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ussthunderquack · 5 years

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MCU characters in the “Star Trek” universe

I thought of making this post months ago. I hesitated, and still do, because some of these are very close to some original “Star Trek” characters that I’m cooking up for a personal “Star Trek” fanfic.

But then someone else made a post about an Avengers/”Star Trek” crossover, with a Vulcan Stephen Strange, that I found interesting. They said they were new to “Star Trek,” and I offered suggestions. They asked me to tag them when I post this, so here I tag: @ellisper this is partially for you. I am not telling anyone that they have to write their Avengers/”Star Trek” crossover this way; this is just my personal two-cents.

Steve Rogers: Thawed Augment from the Eugenics Wars

In “Star Trek” canon, the Eugenics Wars are a dark part of Earth’s history, set between present day, and the Utopian 23rd Century in which the main action of “Star Trek” is set. The famous “Star Trek” villain, Khan, comes from this time period. The Eugenics Wars occurred before Humans discovered Warp travel, or met any alien life. During this time, humanity experimented with genetic engineering, and created super-humans called Augments. Augments tended to be evil, due to superiority complexes. The most infamous was Khan, who, along with his crew of Augments, wound up cryogenically frozen, and thawed centuries later in Captain Kirk’s time. For a “Star Trek” version of Steve Rogers, this seems fitting. Naturally, Steve is one of the “good” Augments, who was fighting for equality, against Khan. Somehow, he wound up frozen like Khan’s crew, and thawed centuries later. Just like canon-Steve, this Augment Steve is from a past war that most Starfleet officers only know from history books; and his body and abilities come from a scientific experiment that was abandoned long, long ago.

Sam Wilson: Human pilot, from an off-world colony, scarred by the Dominion War

Sam would be one of the first people to welcome Steve Rogers to the 24th Century, and treat him like a regular person. His military experience and involvement in PTSD groups might be related to the Dominion War (which occurred during “Star Trek: Deep Space Nine,” and had a lasting effect on Starfleet and all of its allies, in “Next Generation” and “Voyager.”)

I feel like Sam would come from an off-world colony, maybe because he has a rougher edge to him, that an Earth-bred officer might lack. If I’m not mistaken, Sam also grew up in poverty, in MCU canon. (In “Star Trek,” Earth is a “paradise” in the 24th Century, with all poverty and prejudice eliminated; so human characters who come from bad places come from off-world, like Tasha Yar.)

Stephen Strange: Romulan turncoat, training with Vulcans

Vulcans and Romulans are evolutionary cousins. Sans the foreheads, the only significant difference is cultural. Vulcans tamed their volatile emotions centuries ago, with logic and discipline. Romulans embraced their darker tendencies, and are now more imperial. There is great animosity and distrust between the two sub-species. However, some Romulans respect the Vulcans, and seek to learn from them. (This is revealed in “Star Trek: the Next Generation.”)

The Stephen Strange we see in “Infinity War” might seem Vulcan-like. But if you watch his movie, “Dr. Strange,” he wasn’t always so. Pre-wizard Strange is like many of the Romulans you’ll see on “Star Trek:” a brilliant scientist, but very arrogant, with a volatile temper, and questionable ethics. For a “Star Trek” Dr. Strange, I postulate a Romulan scientist who suffers an injury and loses his ability to practice. He travels to Vulcan in the hopes of curing himself, and learns from one of the most powerful Vulcan telepaths. (Vulcans have far more experience with telepathy than Romulans, who for the most part, don’t seem to even have the ability.)

Naturally, a Vulcan/Romulan Strange would also rock that evil-Spock goatee. In short, Strange is a Romulan who converted to Vulcan-ism. His Romulan temperament still shines through his newfound Vulcan discipline, especially when he’s interacting with....

Tony Stark: Joined Trill

Here’s the one that made me hesitate, because of my “Star Trek” OC. But, here we go....

The Trill look like humans with spots on the sides of their faces, and kangaroo pouches in their tummies (for both males and females). Most of the Trill are pretty much just that. But one tenth of the Trill population is “joined” to a race of super-intelligent, immortal slugs, who live in said kangaroo pouches. Once joined, the slug--called a Symbiont--and the “host” Trill---both have their minds merged into one being. It is very important that a Trill and Symbiont are well matched before joining, or else insanity could result.

A joined Trill will replace his or her last name with the name of the symbiont. (Ezri Tigan is joined to the Dax symbiont, and changes here name to Ezri Dax.) A host will have all of the memories of the Symbiont’s past hosts, which can lead to some confusion and identity crisis. Since Tony Stark is a character marked entirely by conflict and dualities, I can’t see him being anything but a joined Trill. The Stark symbiont is the genius engineer, and the Tony host is the playboy manchild.

Since Tony’s character is heavily driven by his past (daddy issues, guilt, etc) that could also translate into memories of past-hosts. Maybe the crimes Trill-Tony blames himself for weren’t his at all, but a past host of the Stark symbiont.

On my “Star Trek” OC, Nuvo Auz: He is not exactly a carbon copy of Tony Stark, but he’s close enough to this “Trill Tony Stark” described that I hesitated to share. But oh well. It’s fan fiction, so it’s not like originality is a major issue here.

James Rhodes: Another joined Trill, who has been friends with Stark for several “hosts”

There is now a reason Rhodey changed appearances so abruptly and completely; he changed hosts! The Rhodey on the left sadly died during a mission where he was unfortunate enough to be wearing red, but the Stark and Rhodey symbionts were inseparable, even though various hosts. The plotline of Rhodey breaking his back might also be replaced by Rhodey losing another host altogether. That would really motivate Tony, if his best friend really did partially-die, during one of their battles.

The Trill do have laws against “re-association” with past-hosts’ families and spouses, but friendships seem to be except from this rule, as Captain Sisko is friends with Dax through three hosts (Kurzon Dax, Jadzia Dax and Ezri Dax).

Pepper Potts: Unjoined Trill Telepath

As mentioned above, most Trill are not joined. Among the unjoined Trill, a small percentage are telepathic. These telepathic Trill cannot be joined, but are important in helping with those who are. Trill telepaths guard the unjoined symbionts in their cave-lakes, and also use their telepathy to perform Trill rituals that allow a joined Trill to talk more directly with his or her past hosts.

Trill telepathy is not elaborated on in canon, so this AU has a lot of freedom in terms of what Pepper can do with her telepathy.

Pepper is the only Trill telepath who could deal with the insanity that is Tony Stark, and has been by his side for years. Her telepathy gives her sharp intuition, and she is the first to discover that Stane is betraying Tony, when she quickly reads Stane’s mind when he isn’t looking. She can sense when Tony’s in danger, and communicate with him mentally from afar.

She hates how reckless joined Trill like Tony are, since they feel immortal. She reminds him he is not immortal; his memories may be, but there will only ever be one Tony Stark, and she doesn’t want to lose him.

Morgan Stark: Get some tissues....

Tony, being Tony, goes against the Symbiosis Commissions rules about joining, and leaves his symbiont Stark to his daughter after his death. Morgan inherits the symbiont, and with it, all her father’s memories. She constantly hears him tell her, “I love you 3000.”

Mantis: Aenar/Betazoid Hybrid

The Aenar are evolutionary cousins of Andorians (those blue guys with the antennae). The Aenar, unlike Andorians, have very powerful telepathic abilities, and live in seclusion.

Betazoids look identical to humans, except for their solid black eyes. Betazoids, as well, have a wide range of mental powers. Most are some degree of telepaths, but how powerful they are depends on the individual. Counselor Deanna Troi, who is half-Betazoid and half-Human, cannot read minds like most full-Betazoids, but she is an “empath,” and can sense emotions from other people.

Mantis’s black eyes and empathic powers scream of Betazoid to me. But naturally her antennae and sheltered nature also scream of Aenar. I think an Aenar/Betazoid hybrid makes the most sense for her, personally.

Natasha Romanof: Low-telepath Betazoid, or Betazoid/Human Hybrid

Betazoid women are stereotyped for their alluring, seductive natures. Natasha Romanov uses seduction, along with her sharp intuition, in her job as a spy. She clearly cannot read or affect others’ minds the way Mantis or Wanda Maximoff can, but Nat’s ability to read other people would make sense for a part-Betazoid, or a Bertazoid on the low-end of the telepathy spectrum.

Clint Barton: Human, or Bajoran

Bajorans are basically humans with wrinkly noses, and their whole planet seemingly follows one religion. All in all, not “Star Trek’s” best concept for an alien race.

I was originally going to dismiss Clint as a boring Human, but he could just as easily be Bajoran. Bajorans have a history of guerrilla fighting Cardassian oppressors, and while it’s never stated in canon, I’ve always gotten the impression that Bajorans were more nimble and stealthy than humans. After recently winning their home planet back from the Cardassians, Bajorans are trying to rebuild their lives and families. Many are farmers. This all seems fitting enough for Clint. Otherwise, Clint might simply be the token boring Human onboard. Like Miles O’Brian of DS9, Clint is the family man in the group, and...not much else. He could even relate to Miles over having a relatively mundane-seeming job compared to the other characters (Miles sat at the transporter controls when on the Enterprise, and is the subject of much ridicule in the fandom for this.)

Thor: Klingon, son of the current emperor

If you’re new to “Star Trek,” you might be thinking, “No way, pretty Thor, one of those ugly lizard things from ‘Star Trek: Discovery’ and the recent movies?” Well I’m thinking more of the Picard-era Klingons for this one. Yes, Klingons are warriors--and specifically, they are largely based on stereotypes of Vikings--but not all Klingon characters are vicious monsters. Many are jolly and full of honor, and love to drink mugs of bloodwine while telling exaggerated tales of their glorious battles. Picturing Thor, and all of his Asgardian friends, as Klingons, each with their own unique Klingon forheads, armor and weapons, is just too great.

Loki: Changeling orphan raised by Klingons, who later allies with the Dominion

Introduced on “Deep Space Nine,” the Founders, AKA “Changelings,” are a species from the other side of the galaxy. Their true form is silver syrup, but with practice, they can take any form, depending on how skilled and experienced they are. The Founders are rulers of the Dominion, a sort of evil counterpart to the Federeation. Their subject species worship them as gods, and the Founders hope for galactic domination.

To gain more information on the rest of the galaxy, the Founders often send baby Changelings out into the universe, to grow up among alien species, so they can come back and share their experiences with the rest of the Great Link (the sea of silver jelly that makes up the Founder homeworld). Unfortunately, the Founders don’t seem to plan this very well, as they give the baby Changelings no way of knowing where they’re from, why they were sent away, or what they’re supposed to do. Odo, a main character on “Deep Space Nine,” grew up an orphan and the only one of his species, having no clue of his origins.

Now if this isn’t all Loki in a nutshell, I don’t know what is.

Emperor Odin found the baby Changeling, and taught him to take a Klingon form. Loki grew up very bitter about not knowing his origins. When he did finally learn of the Founders, he was eager to return to the Great Link and prove himself, and became one of the Dominion’s highest agents. Loki was far more skilled at shape-shifting than Odo (as many Founders were), and could take any form with ease.

He tried to take over the Klingon Empire by impersonating his father; he led a Dominion Army to try to conquer Earth; and in the end, he switched sides and died trying to save his brother and the Klingon Empire....or did he?

Bruce Banner: Human/Klingon hybrid (either natural or artificial)

There are several part-Klingons in “Star Trek” canon. One of them, B’Elanna Torres ( “Star Trek: Voyager”) is a brilliant engineer, who is constantly frustrated by her Klingon temper interfering with her work. Bruce Banner could just as easily be in the exact same boat as her, though his personality would be different than hers. (B’Elanna often combats her rage with sarcasm, and has a lot in common with Tony Stark in that regard.)

B’Elanna is a born hybrid--one human parent, one Klingon parent. There are others, however, who are “artificial hybrids;” a person born one species, who, through some genetic engineering or mistake, ends up with traits of the other species fused into them. Klingons experimented with genetic engineering on themselves to try and disguise as Humans, to infiltrate Star Fleet. (This was a retcon in “Enterprise,” to explain why the Klingons in the Original “Star Trek” look so Human, and nothing like the Klingons of TNG-onward. A Klingon-engineered-to-look-human also appears on “Discovery.”)

Bruce Banner could just be a born hybrid like B’Elanna... but if one wants to tie in his MCU backstory into this “Star Trek” AU, it may make sense to go the “military genetic experiment gone wrong” route. Admiral Ross (no “generals” in Starfleet, don’t ask me why) may have ordered Bruce to test this method of disguising humans as Klingons on himself, and it went horribly wrong.

King T’Challa: Human, from a separate colony that still practices genetic engineering

In “Star Trek,” it is not uncommon for members of one specific ethnic group to build a colony on an alien planet, based entirely around that one culture. (Or stereotypes of it. “Star Trek” is kind of clumsy with how it handles real life cultures, unfortunately.) There’s a colony of Scottish people, where Dr. Crusher’s nanna lives. Commander Chakotay’s culture was a tribe of Native Americans who left Earth and set up a colony on another planet to preserve their culture.

Wakanda could just as easily be the same case. In addition to preserving their culture, the Wakandans might also have left Earth so that they could continue using genetic engineering, a practice that Starfleet has banned (after the Eugenics Wars). In the Wakanda Colony, genetic manipulation is handled very carefully, and only the ruling king becomes a full-on Augment.

Gamora: Orion pirate

Orions are a green-skinned race, known to be pirates and slave traders. Orion women emit pheromones that seduce males of other species, though it’s unclear if this always true, or how much control they have over it. Trekkies tend to think of Orion women as scantily dressed slave dancers, but latter “Star Trek” incarnations have female Orions in other roles, often as badass pirate traders and leaders, and sometimes even Starfleet officers. They do have a tendency to wear kinky black leather though, and the last Orion woman we saw on “Star Trek: Discovery” was a dead-ringer for Gamora!

Bucky Barnes: Liberated Borg Drone

The Borg are the single greatest villains in “Star Trek,” and are every bit to “Star Trek” what Hydra is to the Avengers. The Borg are a race of half-machine cyborg people, whose minds are all enslaved to one collective Hive Mind. Their goal is to assimilate the entire galaxy. On “Star Trek,” we’ve met several characters who were assimilated by the Borg, but later escaped, and struggled to reclaim their humanity. It happened once to Captain Picard; he was assimilated, and forced to wipe out an entire Federation fleet, under the influence of the Borg, before he was rescued by the Enterprise. On “Voyager,” Seven of Nine--formerly Annika Hanson--was assimilated with here parents at age 6, and wasn’t rescued until 18 years later. She spends four years on the show regaining her humanity, wrestling with the guilt, and coping with the trauma.

Borg-Bucky can tie into Trill-Tony this way. Perhaps a previous Stark host was assimilated along with his entire family by Borg-Bucky, and somehow, the Stark symbiont was rescued and able to move into a new host. Since this is "Star Trek,” it’s also perfectly believable for that massive plot line to get abruptly dropped and never mentioned again. (Sorry, I’m still salty about that...)

Wanda Maximoff: Ocampa, from Suspiria’s Array

This is another one from “Star Trek: Voyager.” The Ocampa are a race of telepaths, but how powerful they are depends on which sect they come from. Centuries ago, another race called Caretakers (a race of super-intelligent blobs) accidentally turned the Ocampan home-world into a desert. One Caretaker kept a bunch of Ocampans underground on their dead homeworld, and provided for them. Being dependent for so many generations caused their powers to weaken, until basic telepathic conversation was all they could do. But the other Caretaker, named Suspiria, took a few Ocampa lightyears away to live on a space station, where she encouraged them to exercise their powers to the max. Their abilities included telekenesis, and inducing spontaneous combustion in plants. These Ocampa were more sinister than the other kind. I think this would be as good a backstory as any for MCU-Wanda Maximoff. After nearly destroying the ship, she switches sides, and tries to tame her incredible mind powers, and only use them for good.

Also, Ocampans only live 9 or 10 years, and are fully grown by age 2. This could explain some of the confusion surrounding Wanda’s age, with characters treating her like a kid one minute, and a soldier to bring into battle the next. This is another one that’s vaguely similar to one of my OCs, though my Ocampa character is almost nothing at all like Wanda. But, she is an Ocampa from Suspiria’s array.

Ava Starr: Human mutated by a freak transporter accident

There’s an episode of “Star Trek: the Next Generation” where Lt. LaForge and Ensign Ro get into a transporter accident that essentially turns them into ghosts. Here, something similar happened to poor Ava Star, but she could sometimes maintain solid form, and was visible to others, even when phasing.

Her father was attempting to open a gateway to either the Mirror Universe or Fluidic Space, or some such other dimension, and it literally blew up in his face. He and Ava’s mom died, and they were the lucky ones.

Ava was then taken advantage of by Section 31 (basically the Federation’s CIA), and used for classified missions. And now she is just so done with everything and everyone, and just wants a cure.

Hank Pym: Eccentric scientist who rejects Starfleet

There are quite a few of these in the world of “Star Trek” (Data’s creator, Seven of Nine’s parents). Some scientists just think Starfleet is too controlling, or corrupt, or they just hate people, or the writers just want an easy way for a scientist to be up to something Starfleet doesn’t know about.

Hank Pym was a prominent Starfleet scientist, until Howard Stark tried to steal his research. Pym quit Starfleet, and tried to find a place to settle to continue his research undisturbed. But his ship crashed on an alien planet. He almost died in the alien wilderness, until the planet’s dominant species--a race of super-intelligent insecticides--took him in and adopted him into their colony.

Pym now trusts neither Starfleet nor “Starks,” regardless of who the current Stark host is. The only ones he trusts are his faithful companions and minions, the ants.

Hope Van Dyne: Pym’s estranged, half-Vulcan daughter, who works for Starfleet

Unlike Spock, she doesn’t try to mask her emotions and be entirely “Vulcan.” But she does practice lots of Vulcan control and sardonicism, to deal with her resentment towards her father for her mother’s (supposed) death.

Janet Van Dyne: Pym’s Vulcan wife, thought killed in a space anomaly, but actually stranded in Fluidic Space

Fluidic Space is another dimension, where Species 8472 live (from “Star Trek: Voyager”)

Scott Lang: Lower-decks crewman who everyone thinks is gonna die a redshirt’s death, but turns out to be a badass

And because he’s a dopey human who makes funny quips and is the butt of endless jokes, he will end up with the half-Vulcan woman who can’t stand him.

Peter Quill: Human, from the 20th Century

Time travel is rampant in “Star Trek,” so Peter Quill’s character can stay pretty much exactly the same as he is in MCU-canon.

Nebula: Bolian, ex-Borg Drone

Bolians are bald blue people, and.....that’s about all we know about them. Well, they supposedly are also all motor-mouths, but you know, stereotypes. Anyway, being assimilated would make even the chattiest person turn pretty antisocial.

Her eye-implant is also a LOT like Seven of Nine’s.

Carol Danvers: Human-Q hybrid, Starfleet pilot

The Q are among the most powerful beings in the Universe, as well as some of the most sinister. The main Q character we know on “Star Trek: the Next Generation” and “Voyager” has dealt at least twice with young Qs, who he was rearing with questionable methods. In the TNG episode “True Q,” Q mentors young Amanda Rogers (an orphaned Q raised by humans), in a way that is very reminiscent of Yon Rogg’s mentoring of Vers. Is it possible for Q to reproduce with non-Q? Who knows, but since the Q seem capable of damn near anything, I don’t see why not. Though, if we’re keeping things close to MCU canon, then Carol may have been born a regular human, and only became part-Q after a bizarre accident. In any case, she is no longer with the Q Continuum, and now fights for justice independently, or with Starfleet.

Peter Parker: Kid genius, except likable. The Anti-Wesley.

During “Infinity War,” my friend said Peter reminded her of Wesley, and I said, “Never say that again, or I’ll beam you into a black hole.” Anyway, Peter would be a kid-genius serving on a ship like Wesley (but likable), and like Reg Barclay, would end up becoming part spider, due to one of the many bizarre anomalies the ship runs into every week.

If canon-Peter was enamored with Iron Man, just picture this Peter’s excitmenent upon learning that the chief engineer is a joined Trill, who has lived multiple life times, and all of the inappropriate questions he’d pester Tony with, like, “What’s it like to die? What’s it like to die three times? Were any of your deaths really badass? Like, did you ever go out blowing up a Borg cube or get blown into space or something?”

“This is why some species eat their young.”

Friday: Hologram

In “Star Trek,” holograms--by the 24th Century anyway--look and even feel like solid, real people. Which begs some very disturbing questions about the fact that they’re created as basically slave labor. But Tony at least would never treat any of his holograms like mindless appliances to toss away, and if any of them wanted to leave he wouldn’t stop them.

Anyway, Friday is a hologram he programed after Jarvis was integrated into Vision. And she is a badass.

Vision: Soon-type android, with a hologram and alien technology mixed in

Kinda self-explanatory, not sure what else needs to be said.

Thaddeus Ross: insane admiral

Alongside doomed redshirts and and promiscuous male commanding officers, the evil insane admiral is one of “Star Trek’s” oldest and most treasured traditions. It does get to be a bit concerning after a while, that there are so many insane admirals in the Federation. Some fans theorize that Starfleet promotes bad captains to admirals to keep them off starships, figuring the occasional crazy admiral grabbing at galactic domination is better than a crazy incompetent captain every week. Whatever the reason, insane megalomaniac admirals plague Starfleet.

Thaddeus Ross is one such admiral. Previously leader of a fleet of starships, he was promoted to an even higher brand of admiral after the fiasco with Bruce Banner. Unfortunately, it turned out that giving this twit even more power was, shockingly, a bad idea.

If I think of more, I may update this. But I think these are the main ones I have AU ideas for.

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE: MUN & MUSE

Fill out & Repost ♥ This meme definitely favors Canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore and Lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multimuses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

Tagged by: @polyhexianchicken

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it!! Just go ahead and say I tagged you

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MY MUSE IS. canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless

* is your character popular in the fandom? YES/NO

* is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES (from what i see from a lot of people in the fandom including myself)/ NO / IDK.

* is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

* are they underrated? YES ( I believe there’s more depth to him that some don’t see) / NO.

* were they relevant to the main story? YES (Sorta?) / NO.

* were they relevant to the main character? YES (Kinda sorta esp to Megatron) / NO

* are they widely known in their world? YES / NO.

* how’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?

I try my best to follow canon as best as possible. I do put in my own twists here and there. I have added things into his character have been shared later on through Tweets on Twitter from Jro and Milne. I take their portrayals and incorporate them into my Tarn. For example, Milne said that Tarn was Pharma’s new lover and they had a special relationship and since I’m weak for that pairing I really wanted to incorporate that in. Also Red doesn’t help we both feed into each other ilu <3 ALL IN ALL though, I do like to keep him canon and not too much off character to where he isn’t Tarn anymore. I want him to be Tarn not someone else

SELL YOUR MUSE! (aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutual.)

I could sell Tarn for hours and a few friends know this very personally. IM SORRY. ANYWAYS. Some may find what I love about Tarn to not what they like but it’s my opinion on him! So here goes.

I love his damaged nature (I’m sorry Tarn muse). I find his addictions interesting, even though they weren’t technically shown in the issues. It’s part of who he is from who he used to be (however they came about). I will always love his flaws and I enjoy showing those sides of him so be aware that I will show his addictive personality (through Transformation, Nuke abuse, and murderous tendencies).

Which brings me to... His murderous/torturous nature. We see killers a dime a dozen in the series but to be a leader of a torturous group? Like that’s pretty rad and completely different from a lot of other characters. Can you tell I like the baddies? sdifhoisdf This brings up this ONE side of him. He doesn’t like killing / taking part in the demises of SOME of their victims. Why? I think I may know the answer to that. Why does a mech like him want to advert his gaze while the others have their way with them. Talk about something deep we never got to understand that.

He has a soft spot for musical pieces, especially classical piano music. I love Chopin the most, so you’ll see me post that all the time!

He apparently loves pineapples and just I LOVE THAT SO MUCH UHG.

He’s a big tank with Daddy (Megatron) Issues! You gotta love it LOL He’s got biolights literally everywhere. FLASHY

When he’s only around his team, he can be a little bit more calm even though he can drop it at the drop of a dime.

He’s a touch starved mech odifhsodif

NOW THE OPPOSITE! (list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?)

Even though I kinda sold him on this I thought I should mention it here too. I don’t think people find him interesting for how dark he is as a mech. Push aside everything and look at how purely evil he can be. He’s cruel. He’s torturous and very sadistic. He will thrive off of every little bit of pain you give him. He can be manipulative at times.

Tarn is a huge hypocrite. It shows so much throughout the comic issues if you really look at it. I show it a lot (he will deny it sometimes but don’t worry I know he’s one) Probably one of the biggest hypocrites in the whole 2005 IDW Series.

Tarn is easily-influenced and persuaded by certain situations (to not look weak) and mechs.

He is very easily angered from the smallest things.

He holds onto grudges

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?

I know I’ve been asked this before and when I’m asked again I forget the GOOD reasons why I was so inspired to write him so I hope i do okay this time around. Even though I know I will leave out the good shit. Idk why I just dont draft on what truly inspired me. Just watch, itll come a day later and I’ll add it in just wait and see

I started rp’ing him on here as soon as he debuted in the MTMTE series (i think it was back in 2013 or 2012?) I did kind of poof for a few years due to being so busy sdiufhs. Anyways, I fell instantly in love with his character. I loved his dark ways and how he was so drastically different of a villain. His musical tendencies. And how he could offline a mech with ONLY his voice? Like damn sing to me all day you Musical Angel. He is dark and mysterious. NOT TO MENTION, black and purple my favorite colors.

His design was flawless and MTMTE #7 sold me on who he was and from then on I just couldn’t stop loving this murderous tank. I love how Jro and Milne have come out later on to answer more questions about him and just I love him that much more. Looking back years later on it, I see a little bit of myself in him.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION

He’s pretty easy to flow out honestly. Just like my other muse I have. If he does struggle some, I just pop on some Chopin and he’s good to go. What really does keep me going more than anything is continuously exploring who he is as a mech and as a Decepticon. I want to know so much about him literally everything. Even though I could write headcanons all day and drabbles too, I love making him interact with others to find that personality. It’s really just my never-ending curiosity for him.

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

* do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO. ( i hope I do! )

* do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO.

* do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO. ( i love writing drabbles!!!)

* do you think a lot about your muse during the day? YES / NO.

* are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO.

* are you confident in your writing? YES / NO. (Most of the time, I know sometimes I mess up and its honestly just me not seeing it for whatever reason. Im so sorry if my replies come through scattered sidfhfs)

* are you a sensitive person? YES / NO. (Not really at all. I don’t get offended or anything but certain things can bug me)

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?

Only if its constructive criticism. I love it when friends bounce ideas or talk to me about him. I will take into consideration of changing him slightly from only my close friends and that’s because we’re close. I will not change my character for anyone because they don’t like how I portray him because he is my portrayal of him, not yours.

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?

I love all the questions you all send him, either on anon or not. Even the most awful ones! Tarn may not like them but most I find absolutely hilarious. I think the more personal questions really help for exploring who he is or if I post drabble prompts, go ahead and send me one! Even if I dont send in one and you wanna know more about him I will try my best to respond to it.

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?

This is a hit or miss question. I don’t really want to exactly know why unless if I ask you personally on it (which is usually just between close friends because sometimes I just aint thinkin straight). I don’t mind bouncing off ideas but ishdfoisdfh i really truly don’t know the answer to this one

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?

I honestly don’t care. People won’t like every character out there and that’s just part of being human. I understand why people would hate his character in the series in all honesty. But I love him for all his flaws.

I don’t blame people for hating Tarn but I do not want hate sent to me. That is unacceptable and not okay. You don’t have to like my portrayal but please don’t shove it at me that’s just uncalled for. If your character hates him that’s totally different but don’t come attacking me for any reason.

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?

I think I am. I’m usually fairly quiet. But once you get to know me, I am kinda strong on the goofy/funny side and a bit blunt/straight-forward sdoifhodsf. I tend to be really easy going and laid back. My personality has drastically changed since I’ve gotten into my mid-20s. I don’t like drama and dont wanna be apart of it.

#{Mun and Muse}

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staboteur · 4 years

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What canon ship are you talking about? And which ocs did/do you ship with?

//my canon ship weakness is eng/iespy haha although medi/cspy also has a place in my heart if it’s done right. Rene’s very picky about canon characters tho lmao like if they aren’t a specific portrayal of a specific canon character he just isn’t interested in an extended long term ship, like sure, sometimes he might be interested briefly or he might think they’re attractive, but ultimately he craves both the physical attraction and a deep emotional bond which... is understandably difficult to come by with the canons of this fandom

//as for ocs, I currently have three ships in the works (as in, they’ve been roughly plotted and are currently in the “if René mun can get off his ass and fucking reply to people things may actually get done” phase). I won’t tag them so I don’t spam their notifs, but meetthethiefa and I have been planning something for years but the mun took a long hiatus for a few years and we’re just getting the ship going again. Another one is between René and Maddy (from frauline-kritzkrieg) which is gonna be an AU a ship (considering their canon age gap and also considering we’re planning for yandere!rene, we decided an AU would be best for this situation). And I also have vague nebulous plans with Marius (merkissescanhealyou), but I’m mostly approaching it as a “we’ll see where this goes” thing.

//there have also been more ships than I can count going back over the years tbh but the most memorable was Rene’s first ship (when I first started the blog) with Amadeo, but this was like,,, 3 ish years ago. There have been others in between that didn’t make as much of an impression bc I struggled with Rene’s muse for awhile after amadeo left

//honestly, there just weren’t many canons who 1, stuck around and 2, have chemistry with rene. If platonic ships count, I think the only one was Jay (unflappable-red, who has since moved fandoms), who was a canon divergent red engie... and I think i had something planned with another engie but the mun and I talked about it privately and it didn’t work out the way we wanted it to, so we dropped it. Same with a couple of canon medics I’ve interacted with, which, like, I get it yknow? Rene’s relationship demands are really specific and usually, canon mercs can’t fill that super specific niche.

//ofc I can’t talk about all this without mentioning Alois. Like... my primary ship partner is and always will be @not-so-solemn-vows (the mun and I have written together privately for around 4 years now, but I have a few fics with René and Alois on my AO3). They’ve been around *forever* and Alois is an enormous part of Rene’s character whether it’s an AU or not (bc I believe in that multiverse multiship stuff). Obviously mun chemistry plays a huge part in this, since the mun and I are very good friends and we’ve stuck together whether we’re talking about René and Alois or not, but the muse chemistry is just,, idk it’s irreplaceable, and it sorta occupies its own niche in my overarching “muse wishlist” for René I guess?? Idk how to describe it but I cannot imagine René the way he is today existing without Alois’s influence

//also yeah I know a lot of the older ships that date back more than a year ago usually feature a large age gap of some kind, and it’s bc I was much younger when they started (and it would be disingenuous of me now to call it quits). I also used to put Rene’s age at 41, rather than 48, but I didn’t check my math until later and had to age him up so he’d be old enough to fit parts of his backstory.

//oh and how could I forget will! And Marina!! Two of my ocs!!! Will and René dated in the 40s, and marina and René dated in the 50s. Those were the only two super serious relationships René had in his past.

#{ ooc | out of cloaking }#{ tbd | to be sapped }#//thanks for asking tho bro i love any opportunity to wax poetic about rene and alois JSKSMDKDKSKD JK #//i will say though that i have had at least 5 other renexoc ships in the past that #//didnt pan out #//but thats ok not every ship works and i dont mind that

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crossbows-and-moonshine · 5 years

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Guys I did it! *Sobs violently*

Alright, here’s my list of recommended fics you super awesome humans.

As I said in my other post, writers helping writers is awesome so I’m so happy to tell you some of the fics I’ve read that I love. Go show these amazing people some love for the time and effort they have put in to create wonderful fics. Any fics I mention have been read by me (multiple times with some), and I totally recommend them.

I’m gonna do this in a few ways, first off, I’ll section Archive of Our Own separately to FanFic.net, just to make it easier for me to grab the links. Ao3 has a nifty little thing where you can see your reading history so I can grab them from there, with FF, I need to go through and find them, pray for me lololol.

I’ll also be separating the Boondock Saints ones and Daryl ones, just for your ease, if you're only interested in one and not the other. The Daryl ones are only on Archive, because I haven't really read any over on FF for some reason, don't ask me why, I just haven't.

They’re not in any particular order, just as I see them, I'll grab them.

These aren’t all the fics I’ve read, some of the ones I love have been deleted by the writer, which breaks my heart honestly, and some of them I just can't remember.

It’s so fucking long guys, brace yourselves, I’ll put it under the cut.

So, here we go!

Archive of Our Own [Boondock Saints]

- One of Three

I really like this one and you guys should really check it out.

Author Summary; She had cocooned herself, letting routine and safety run her life. After everything she knew it wasn't much of one, and because she decided to do the right thing her life's about to hit a tailspin in some of the worst and most fantastic ways.

This is a Murphy/OC/Connor story and it’s amazing.

Chapters; 18

- Boondock Saints OC Arc

This ones a little different because it's not set out like the usual fic. Its an arc and some bits have one chapter, one of arcs even has 36. They all follow the same storyline and it flows like a normal fic, the author has just chosen to post it this way, and it works.

Author summary; The story of one girl's first up close and personal encounter with one of the brothers on a late-night subway.The 1st story in my Boondock Saints OC story arc.

This is a Murphy/OC/Connor fic, and it's one of my favs honestly, I've read it all numerous times.

Chapters; I can't give you an exact number with the way it's set out, but as I said, one arc alone has 36, so there's plenty to sink your teeth into.

- Everybody Knows

I love this one, it's short and sweet.

Author summary; Everybody knows exactly what Marissa needs to do to get over her recent breakup. She's spent the last month in mourning and her friends are ready for her to move on...

Murphy/OC/Connor.

Chapters; 4, but there's also a sequel which is 5 chapters long, I won't post the link for that since when you've read this one, the option to click on to the next part is at the bottom.

- Saints Alive

I looooove this one!

Author summary; Skid is once again on her own and she has to find a new place. Luckily for her, she knows a friend who knows a guy who knows of a place for free. Downside is it's in the South side of Boston where crime is rather terrible. Of course, with two Irish brothers as new next door neighbors, what's the worst that could happen?

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 7

- Time Zero Blues

Okay, so this one, omfgjwoehdjshndloihd. This is one of my favvvvvs of all time, I’ve read it so many times, if you don't read it, I just might cry.

Author summary; Murphy and Connor get out of work early and are headed to McGinty's. Murphy finds a trail of Polaroids along the way that lead them to an unexpected situation.

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 23

- Sacrament of Penance

If you’re after something to get you hot and bothered, this is it :’)

Author summary; "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." (1 John 1:9) Pure PWP, sacrilege, and gratuitous smut.

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 5

- Robyn Hood

This one is mine! Lololol. I’m not recommending it because I’m saying its good, but I haven't posted it here because honestly I’m lazy, so if you wanna read another one of my multi-chapter fics, then hop on over :)

Author summary; When Robyn gets thrown into the life of The Saints, it causes a big stir between the brothers. The boys deal with their feelings for her in very different ways, and all of their lives get turned upside down. Connor/OC/Murphy.

Slightly AU, set a year after the first film, they don't go back to Ireland.

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 15

- Choíche Is go deo

Another one of mine I’m pretty sure I’ve never posted here.

Author summary; Follow Niamh Flannagan as she grows up with the twins in Ireland and watches them turn from boys into men. How will they both deal with having feelings for her? Will jealousy get in the way?

Murphy/OC/Connor.

Chapters; 8

Fanfic.net [Boondock Saints]

- Risk it all

I’m in love with this one, it’s really fucking good.

Author summary; Nolee moved to South Boston with a hope to escape her past and make a better life for herself. What she didn't plan on was the peculiar Murphy MacManus coming into picture and breaking down everything she thought she knew. As they attempt to bond, can she overcome her tainted old life and let down her walls? Especially with one extra problem: she's already pregnant.

Murphy/ OC

Chapters; 22

- Warrior Shepherds

Another one of my all time favs. I love the dynamics of the characters and how well the boys are written. There’s some serious humour thrown into the mix and I laughed out loud so many times when I read this one. You’ll also be pleased to know this author is on Tumblr, @risingphoenix761. If the username looks familiar, it's because I tag her in all of my shit and recently wrote her a BDS drabble for her birthday. She's an awesome human, so check her out :D

Author note; They were called to destroy evil, but crossing paths with a wayward soul meant compromise. And in compromising, the MacManus brothers get more than they bargained for. Connor/OC/Murphy (rated M for violence, language, and sexual content)

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 37

- Amaryllis

Also by @risingphoenix761, and equally good and worth a read.

Author summary; She wasn't necessarily in their plans. They definitely weren't in hers. Yet between fate, coincidence, a few misadventures and some small favors, plans don't count for much anyway. Now the only question is, are they really just friends?

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 6

- Two Lads and A Lass

I love this one!

Author summary; This is a story about my OFC, Timi, who meets the MacManus brothers a year and a half before they become the Saints of Boston. Follow their adventures as Murphy and Connor try to pull the shyness out of Timi and teach her what love and fun truly is.

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 27

- Her Defenses

Yet another high on my list, I love everything about this story.

Author summary; "What do you two see in me that makes you want to try and fix me?" A new life in Boston meant giving up everything she had back home. That never meant that she had to give up her defenses at the same time. Rated M for language and (future) adult situations.

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 40

- A Saint, A Sinner

Now this one right here, I have probably read so many times I know it word for word, I’m not even kidding. This is very high on my list. The boys are written perfectly, I love every fucking thing about this one, and there's some very interesting hot and heavy shit along the way. If you only read one fic of this list, it needs to be this one.

Author summary; Connor M./OC/Murphy M. BDS prequel/romance. What happens when you drink whisky with the boys? It's got it all: romance (as far as the boys can DO romance), fluff, hurt/comfort, plot, canon plus research. Rated for MacManus mouth, violence, & explicit three-way smut (no twincest). Note: The BDS belong solely to T. Duff

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; Now it says 87, but the author has been reworking this fic so it's actually about 67 I think? I’m unsure, and the chapters are a little shorter than usual fics. It’s still amazing and a lot for you to immerse yourself in.

- Saints Angel

Another good one you need to check out.

Author summary; The Saints help to protect everyone in their city, but what if they had a protector of their own? In comes a woman, a hurt, young, lovely woman that was rescued by them, given a new life. To her, they are her boys and she will now do anything to protect them. She will become their Angel...forever to walk by their side...forever to watch over them.

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 21

- Once More, With Feeling

This one is perfect quite honestly, I fucking love the OC so much and everything about this fic.

Author summary; [HIATUS - UNDER REVISIONS][ConnorxOCxMurphy] Avery, an emotionally independent journalist becomes complicated by her simultaneous feelings for both of the twins. As their secret life of vigilante world unfolds, Avery is left unattended to an entitled, delusional psychopath.

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 9

- Alexis's Saints

Another one I absolutely love.

Author summary; Alexis just recently moved to South Boston with her mother. When a nightmare from her past returns full force, she runs into the MacManus brother's and despite trying to stay away from them, she finds herself growing attached to the two brothers as the three try to figure each other out. Rated M for language and some adult themes. Please Enjoy

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 13

- The Possessed

This one is fucking amazing. It’s so different from any other BDS fic I’ve read and well worth the read. There's also a sequel which is Connor/OC, so if you wanna read that, click on their username after reading this one and give that one a read too.

Author summary; She is possessed by something evil and supernatural. They have been asked to help save her, to call upon their faith, but one of them is struggling to believe in anything anymore. If she can't be saved then they will be forced to kill her. Do they have the strength to do what they must? Can he believe in something again?

Murphy/OC

Chapters; 19

- The Librarian

I love the humour in this one and just everything about it.

Author summary; "You're murderers." Rhetta held up a hand, "And please don't give me a speech about how you only killed 'evil' men. I've heard it all before. And while I do agree that the men you killed deserved it, I do not believe that you have the right to take the law into your own hands." "So, you're no' a fan?"

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 17

OKAY, I’m gonna leave it at that for the BDS ones, I know there's more but you have no idea how long that just took me, omg lolololol.

Archive of Our Own [Daryl]

- His Walls

This one is so fucking good, it’s number two on my list of Daryl fics. I love how it starts off with young Daryl, they write him so well and exactly how I imagine him to be. It’s soooooo good guys, read it

Author summary; People build up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down. Truer words have never been spoken where Daryl Dixon was concerned. He never expected anyone to care enough, until someone did.

Starts out AU with 20 yr old Daryl, from Chapter 22 on out we'll be in the ZA-world.

M-rating for smut, language, adult topics, descriptions of abuse & attempted rape.

Chapters; 51

- Gorgeous

I hadn't actually read this one before, but I came across it when searching for ones I had read, and I fucking loved it. Young Daryl is my jam and this was so well written and just a good read. It’s a young Daryl AU, so the rest of the twd characters are in it too, like Rick his best friend, Maggie the readers best friend etc.

Author summary; After meeting Daryl on the way home from a party the reader hatches a plan to get him to like her. But if it isn't friends and well-meaning King County citizens that tell her to stay away from him than it's Daryl himself, who's trying to keep his own feelings from coming to the surface.

Chapters; 16

- 357 Daryl Jerkin' It Drive

This one is a little different, this is a collection of works by the writer where they write not only about Daryl, but a lot of different characters Norman has played. As you can tell by the title, they’re all smut based, and well worth the read. It's also worth mentioning that the writer also has a tonne of other Daryl stories so make sure to head onto their profile to check everything else out, it would take too long to link them all here. Most of them are AU Daryl which I love and they're a really talented writer.

Author summary; none.

Chapters; it's hard to say since its a collection, most are one-shots but I know at least two of the works in there are nine chapters each.

- Night Stalker

Okay I lied, this is the same author as above and the next one is too because it's a sequel to this, but they're my favs by this author, I love them. They're a little dark and they're AU, but if you're like me, you'll love them. I recently recommended the sequel to this one to someone in my ask box.

Author summary; Daryl is mentally unstable, but functioning. He falls in love.

Chapters; 15

- Walking in the Light

The sequel to the above story, I’m in love with it, read it now!

Author summary; Sequel to "Night Stalker". Daryl is improving under the care of his new nurse, Krissy. He is still confused by the hallucination, and why Krissy reminds him so much of Kristin.

Chapters; 17

- Just Another Day

Another AU Daryl story that is amazing.

Author summary; Redemption. It's a concept Daryl Dixon is completely unfamiliar with- but desperately needs. It lives in his dreams, where he's a hero among men in the zombie apocalypse... but that's not real life. Real life is sorrow, loneliness, and pain. Until he meets his beautiful neighbor- then its possibility, hope, and maybe a bullet to the brain.

Chapters; 15

- In The Little Town of Jasper…

Yet another amazing AU Daryl story. Are you sensing a theme here? Looool. I’m pretty sure this is the same author as His Walls that I recommended, but I’m too lazy to check.

Author summary; -Abrasive. Yes, that description fit him perfectly. The guy smelled like trouble, and she knew he would get even more abrasive the longer she talked to him. Too bad she didn't care. -A pretty stranger that talked to him, knew his name and his place of work? In Daryl's book, that just couldn't be good news. AU - Daryl Dixon/OC, Explicit for language and sexual situations. Yes smut!

Chapters; 65

- Second Hand Hearts

This is another fic I highly recommend you read. (Duh, or it wouldn't be on the list, God Sarah ur like so annoying) :’)

Author summary; In her darkest hour, a woman who has lost everything is rescued by a handsome man with a crossbow and nothing to lose-until he meets her. In a nightmarish new world, where the dead prey on the living, can they beat the odds and together make life worth living again?

Chapters; 32

- Transference

Another AU Daryl one, but it’s so fucking good and different to a lot I’ve read.

Author summary; Be warned. This is a story about Daryl seeking out a different and not so mainstream relationship. It is 100% consensual and he asks for it. He seeks out what he wants so if you have read the tags and you continue to read it's on you. Xoxoxox Krissy

Chapters; 14

- Hope is a Waking Dream

I know I keep saying I love the fics, but I do, clearly. This one though is another favourite of mine and you really need to read it. I love the dynamic between the OC and Daryl.

Author summary; Set between Seasons 2 and 3. Melissa Sheppard is alone in the ZA, but she was alone before the dead owned the earth. She prefers it that way. Boy, is she pissed when she gets back to her cabin to find it has been taken by strangers.

Chapters; 24

- Paths Crossed

I’m getting sick of hearing myself say I love it over and over, so just fucking read it and make me happy! *sobs*

Author summary; While out hunting Daryl comes across a stranger and decides to help her despite his better judgement and they begin on their journey together.

Chapters; 61

- Daryl Dixon Loves Me

This is another I hadn't actually read until now when I was searching, I actually really loved it. It's full of smut and that's never a bad thing. It took me a couple of chapters to really get into it, but it's really worth the read.

Author summary; Daryl comes across Lucy (OC) in the woods and claims her for his own. The story begins during the Farmhouse era of the series.

Chapters; 14

- A Star In A Sea Of Darkness; Darkness In A Sea Of Stars

Another one, just read it.

Author summary; After the Governor attacked the prison, the only person left in Daryl's shitstorm of a life was Judith. For Daryl, it's enough. Until he met her.

Chapters; 28

- Roommate

Holy shit, this fic is everything. It's AU pre-ZA and it's just the best. It's so good, I can't even put into words, very high on my list and it also has a sequel set in the ZA that’s 13 chapters long, please read it. If you like AU things, this is for you. The way they write Daryl in this, it's just gold. It’s also told in Daryl's POV which is just amazing.

Author summary; Several bodies are found in the area of a small town. In this town lives Daryl, the killer of all those people. The investigation goes on, the profile is made, and now the police and the FBI look for a specific type, a loner type, ... Daryl's type. He decides to find himself a roommate in an attempt to mislead the police. Let's see how that will turn out for him. AU pre-apocalypse horror story. Obviously very OOC Daryl.

Rated M for a good reason, violence, foul language, adult content... it's all there, consider yourself warned.

Chapters; 12

- Wallflower

Okay, so this ones a little different. It's actually a Daryl/OC/Rick love triangle and I usually don't read Rick fics (loool that rhyme though) but this is a good fic.

Author summary; Thea Graham has lived in Alexandria for over a year and is happy being mostly invisible. This is what happens when she suddenly has the attention of two men.

Chapters; 20

- Running Wild

This story is number one on my list guys, this is right up there with His Walls. This is my number one fav Daryl fic of all time and I’ve read it so many fucking times it's unreal. This fic is life, it’s everything. If I could only read one fic over and over for the rest of my life, it would be this one.

Author summary; Four years have passed since their sanctuary at the prison fell at the hands of the Governor and the surviving members are now thriving at their new home just north of Atlanta. Out of the blue, late one afternoon, Daryl Dixon stumbles across someone they thought they'd lost long ago; a member of the Woodbury community that had returned with Rick to the prison.

Warning: This fic is quite a bit darker than my other ones. If you are looking for fluffy bunny, happy prancing unicorns and rainbow colored endings, this is not the story you are looking for.

Chapters; 67

- Amnesia

I love this fucking story, ‘nough said.

Author summary; Her story isn't all that different from anyone else these days. The world went to shit, and the dead don't want to die. She's lost people. So has everyone else. Who she was before isn't who she is now. But there is one difference between Lena and every other survivor she's come across. She doesn't know who she was. And who she is? Well, she's still trying to figure that out.

During the mayhem of the early days of the apocalypse, a fateful smack on the head stole her memory. All she's ever known is the world she's living in now. But that doesn't mean she's adept at surviving it. Eventually, she ends up alone and near death's door. Till a man on a motorcycle chooses to save her life.

Now she has to decide if who she was is worth finding, or if she'll fight the hell that comes with what's forgotten and strive for something better with the one man in the world who can see past it all.

Chapters; 48

- Cherokee Rose

Yet another amazing fic!

Author summary; Daryl and Raven's world collide after a visit to Hilltop by the group from Alexandria. Raven's only love is her Black Stallion Obsidian and Daryl has been done with loving anything for a long time. He's had a lot of practice hardening his heart but the dark vixen is finding cracks in his armor. Will Raven be the one that will finally make Daryl feel again? Rated for sexual situations.

Chapters; 21

- Lips of an Angel

I fucking love this fic. This author has already made it on this list because she's so fucking good. Just go read all of her shit. Its AU Daryl, which by now you guys should probably be able to tell I love looool.

Author summary; Daryl calls a phone sex line. I know this is a trope that has been done before but I feel like I added my own spin on it. I hope you enjoy. I love Hinder, and I heard this song on the radio, so here we are.

Chapters; 11

- The Country Singer

Amazing story, go forth and read my children…

Author summary; Country Music rising star, Melanie McCall and her songwriting partner are headed to D.C. to find hope after their tour bus breaks down and their band is wiped out. They are given a chance to come to Alexandria...but what will happen once their new neighbors find out she was Beth Greene's favorite singer?

A story about losing voice, but finding hope.

Chapters; 18

- Home at last (Redux)

Yet another good one for you guys to read.

Author summary; There are two people alive in this world for whom childhood was a dangerous, precarious, frightening place. For whom life has never been easy and relationships always strained and unnatural things. Having connected, against the odds and then been torn apart by civilization falling around them. How will they react when they meet each other again.

One of them has survived on a deep well of anger and pain, found a family, of sorts, and begun to try and put his past behind him and learn to let people in. The other has dropped the pretense she'd built up before the world went to shit and now she is as detached and self-reliant as he used to be. What happens when these two meet? Can two misshapes fit together and face the world as a better, stronger, complete whole? Can they find, in each other, a place to call home at last?

Chapters; 84

- Of Myths and Men

I fucking love this one, please read it.

Author summary; This story will follow an Original Female Character and her dog through to TWD world from the beginning of the turn.

She will meet the rest of the group, around mid season four.

There is no Beth in my story, Beth fans. I'm sorry.

Artemis. Greek Goddess of the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth and virginity. Though many Gods vied for her affections only her hunting companion, Orion, could win her heart.

She'd heard them all, been asked if she was a virgin, asked if she had a twin brother, Apollo, asked if she was raped and attacked by her friends and family, asked if she had killed anyone... She was just a girl from a small town with a stupid name.

Artemis had never wanted an Orion, and now the world was falling apart she gathered the chances of meeting one were slim to none. Right? She has Diablo, her best friend and protector.

Who needed the Greek giant Orion when you had the Devil on your side anyway?

Chapters; 42

- Saving Valentine

OH MY GOD THIS STORY GUYS. I love this one, really fucking love it. High on my list. It's got a little bit of Negan/OC in there, but who doesn't love a bit of Negan? I certainly fucking do lololol It’s mainly Daryl/OC though, so even if Negan isn't your jam, I would really recommend reading this.

Author summary; She fought and killed to survive but she lived for revenge. Valentine waits for the right moment to kill the man who murdered her family. Can she do what needs to be done to escape the Sanctuary that is her prison? Can she accept the helping hand from strangers to do it? Can she live with all she lost? TWD world, non canon timeline.

Chapters; 51

- The Living and The Dead

Can we just talk about vampire Daryl for a second, because like HOLY FUCK WHY IS THIS THE ONLY VAMP DARYL FIC I HAVE EVER FOUND. *Breathing intensifies*

Anywho...this story, just fuck. It's everything, it gives me life, please read it omfg.

Author summary; Daryl is the last of his species, in a world that has just turned stranger and stranger since the day his brother turned him.

He's living as normal a life as you can on your own in the woods surrounded by Walkers... until Evie shows up, and threatens to bring all his instincts right back to the surface.

Chapters; 65

- Beasts and Monsters

If you're after a badass OC, this is the story for you. It's so good.

Author summary; Having lost her entire group, Lena finds herself alone in a crumbling world watched through darkened eyes. She is courageous, savage and uncomplicated. Her only companions being an obedient horse and two pet Walkers. When she finds herself outside a prison, inside the walls she finds a group of survivors capable of giving her a glimmer of hope.

Chapters; 31

- Stay

I really love this one *whines*

Author summary; Hannah has been alone for months, but somehow she's made it. But after discovering a school tucked into the northern hills of Georgia, she encounters a stranger who is just as damaged and broken as she is.

Chapters; 48

- Born Nameless

What's this? Yet another good story? Why yes, it is.

Author summary; Anamika has been alone from the start of the apocalypse and she likes it that way. Groups meant vulnerability, which meant death and Anamika wanted to survive. However, circumstances change and when she agrees to give Alexandria a chance, she finds that she just might not have met the right sort of people before, in particular a dirty, gruff redneck with a hidden heart of gold.

Chapters; 35

Random bonus fic;

- I think I liked you better when you didn't have a knife in your hand, Peaches…

I thought I’d throw this one at you, why’s it a bonus fic you ask? Its a Negan fic, not Daryl, but what the fuck, have it anyway, its really fucking good loooool I fucking love Negan man, I’ve thought about writing him so many times :’)

Author summary; When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she's certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

Chapters; 140

And that is it guys! Holy fudge nuts, can we just talk about how long this list took me to make? It’s 20 pages long guys *sobs* don’t say I never give you anything.

That nifty history thing on Ao3 I mentioned, for some reason, quite a few weren’t there and I had to go through the fics to find them. Not every single one is on the list, that would take me fucking forever to do, but these are the best ones I've read.

On that note, I want to just say something.

I’m an avid reader of fics, and as you know if you're here, a writer. So let me just take a quick minute to tell you how much writers appreciate feedback on their fics.

We write for free, we gain no money from what we do, using our spare time and take painstaking hours to not only write fics, but edit, make them perfect and get them out to you. Every like/kudos, or comment/reblog, it means the fucking world to us.

I reply to every comment I get, every time someone likes my shit or comments, it makes my fucking day. Because it reassures me I’m doing good.

I have my days where I think I'm a shit writer and that no one would care if I gave up, and then someone will comment, even something simple like’ this was good’, and it fills me with so much fucking joy.

So, if you read a fic and like it, please let us know. Even if you just like/kudos the thing, just a click, it doesn't take any time, it means so much to us. If you really liked it, comment, let us know. Don't know what to say?

‘Awesome’

‘Good job’

‘I loved this’

All of these are adequate, you don't need to over think what you say. If you liked one line in particular, tell us, it's everything.

Of course you don’t have to, but it’s always welcome is what I’m trying to say.

So with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labour with this list and I’ve given you a lot to read. My eyes feel like they’re falling out and I might die, but there we go, it’s done. :’)

Much love

Sarah x

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