#jak is her twin brother

[cookieslittleocs]

couple of random sketches?

[miqojak]

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

It's hard to know, exactly, what other people notice first about her - I'd say her tattoos, but hilariously they're most often hidden, despite how large they seem to be, and how they're all over the place, ha! But if she's got all her body art covered, it's no doubt just her face! Her bright orange highlights, maybe all the piercings in her ears, or the artfully placed ones on her cheeks, or under her mouth... Jak is unique in presentation, and realized all too late how much more difficult that could make a life of crime - but she relishes few things as much as a challenge, and enjoys few things more than the thought of notoriety! So a part of her wants to stick in the viewer's mind - she's beautiful, and exotic, and intimidating; she's an experience, not a person - like a close encounter with a tiger that you speak of in breathless tones, afterwards. What she notices first tends to be the more dysphoric things, in her mind - how her body doesn't match her mind. How she should bear scars for her suffering, but even that was taken from her - and almost all the Garleans are gone, now. Where does the blame go? Will the hate and dysphoria abate when they're gone? Not in her experience. She tries not to let it eat at her too much, these days, but for all her ego and the massive god complex... well, "even gods are flawed," she might say. The scars she now bears are new, and a testament to something else important to her - but they don't erase the fact that Garlemald erased their wrong-doing from her skin, and it haunts her. tl;dr She sees someone else in the mirror; the past is hard to drown.

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Interlude 3: Ride 'Em Cowboy

Part 10 of Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Description: You've been feeling weird since Christmas Dinner exploded at Seresin Ranch. It doesn't help that you've barely had any time with Jake since that day. You love Jake's family. You adore them like they're yours. So you can't figure out why you feel so weird. But really, it turns out that all you need is some alone time. Disclaimers: Smut. Warning: Female Reader Word Count: 4972 Author Note: Here’s part 10 of Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car). This chapter is all smut. I don't really know what else to say. Oh, wait. Charge your man-adjacent pleasure providers because it's haybales and sexy times full speed ahead! And this chapter is thanks to @desert-fern who very kindly beta-read nearly 5k of smut for me! AO3: Cross-posted Here! Wattpad: Cross-posted Here! My Masterlist Previous Part | Series Masterlist | Next Part

It's been an interesting holiday season. You never expected to be welcomed with open arms by Jake's family (most of it anyhow), and it's been wonderful to get to know his siblings. Things with Jake’s dad, on the other hand, have never been worse. The day you left the main house at Seresin Ranch, Mama Georgie had stopped by and told all of her children she was heading to her sister’s for the New Year just a little earlier than expected. It hadn’t been easy to hear that, not at all. Since then you’ve been fighting the nasty little voice in your head that’s telling you it was your fault that Christmas Dinner imploded so badly. You love Jake's family, but on New Year's Eve as you breathe in the winter air on the wrap-around patio of Henry and Melissa's cottage, you can't help but wonder if you spoiled the holidays just by being here.

Jake always gives you this look when you bring it up, right before he kisses you stupid. Henry and Melissa seem genuinely happy to have you at their home, too. And it's been nice. Nice to experience a family Christmas again. Nice to have little kids and dogs around, and to feel so loved. Nice to see Jake finally, genuinely relax and smile.

He's not fully relaxed, not at all, but you know it'll take some time. As of now, though, it's enough to see Jake with his brothers and sisters. All the siblings are out in force, preparing one of the two colossal barns behind Henry and Melissa’s house for the New Years’ party happening that night. It’s a yearly tradition and every member of the Seresin family looks forward to it. In all honesty, you should say Jake, Will and Henry are doing the heavy labor since Melissa, Hannah, Maggie, and Eliza are cooking. Beth is on kiddo-duty, with baby Sarah, James and Jordan right in front of her eyes. You’d been told the twins would get into too much trouble with the men. You believe it too. You’ve woken up to the twins jumping on top of you and Jake more than once since your hasty exit from the main ranch house - and they don’t even live in the same house! 

But that leaves you to your own devices. Melissa has completely refused to let you lift a finger to help more than ferrying ice-cold glasses of tea and lemonade to the men. And the last time you’d asked, they’d all told you they didn’t want anything. Jake, of course, had plopped his hat on top of your head and smacked your ass with a cheeky wink. The men had all started laughing at the startled squeal that had poured out of your mouth, Jake included. So now you're sitting on the wrap around porch in a wicker chair with a blanket across your lap pretending to read a book while plotting ways to get payback from your fiancé, his hat still perched atop your head. Luckily, you have the perfect dress to wear to the party tonight, something sexy enough to have Jake drooling from the minute he sees you while still appropriate for a party where you have to be his eye candy.

The clomp of boots on the stairs has your head lifting from where you’d been pretending to pore through the pages. Jake's got his shirt off, each muscle glistening in the golden light as they pull and move beneath his skin. Henry and Will are yelling about something behind the bigger of the two barns leaving the two of you mostly alone.

"Hey, sweetheart." Jake's really too good to be true. You must zone out looking at his bare torso because the next thing you know, he's kneeling on the porch with his hands on yours.

"You okay, Gorgeous?" You nod, even as you peck his smiling mouth.

"What are you thinking about?

You cup his jaw, relishing in the prickly stubble on your fingertips, and grin sheepishly. "Nothing, really. I was just thinking about Christmas."

"Again, sweetheart?" He tugs on your hands, pulling you up and twirling you around until you're caged between the porch rails and his body.

"I told you, darlin'," Texas drawl seeping from every syllable, "what happened on Christmas is not your fault. Hell, my father probably would've done it no matter what happened. He's been a powder keg primed to explode for far too long."

"But what about Mama Georgie?" You rest your head against his chest, content in the sound of Jake's heart thudding steadily beneath his skin, not minding at all the scent of Jake as it surrounds you. "I didn't want her to leave your dad."

"Mama'll be fine. She just realized that what he said was going too far. She loves us too much to let him say what he did about us."

"Aren't you a little angry at her too?" Jake just blinks at your words, his eyes going soft and sad as he stares off into the distance.

"Of course I am, sweetheart. But I also know that Mama loves me. I know that she loves all of us equally. There's no favoritism there. Yeah, it stung that she never stood up for me with Dad. That she didn't try to come out to San Diego more often. But he's so controlling, gorgeous. It took an air to air kill for me to realize how much. And even then, I still wanted to make him proud. At least until I met you."

Your heart’s flip-flopping chaotically in your chest, your lips parting as you try to think of what to say. Jake’s never been shy about what he thinks of you, how much he loves you. He loves to make you squirm by dripping sweet praise into your ears before standing back with a self-satisfied smirk that screams, “Yeah, that’s my girl. Only I can make her look like this. What do you think about that?”

“You made me want something better for myself. You made me believe that I deserved something better.” You slide your arms around his neck, kissing him ferociously, devouring his mouth like he’s the air you need to live. Jake’s hands cup your ass as he squishes you close. The heat’s rising between you as you scrabble to grab onto his shoulders, to drag him close. 

At least, that is, until the porch door slams open and James and Jordan come pouring out like a pair of whirling dervishes. They crash right into Jake’s legs and crush you against the hard railing at your back. Your breath leaves you in a whoosh and by the time Beth has wrangled the twin terrors, there is a dull pain radiating up your back despite the hand Jake had placed there to protect you.

But that one incident completely kills the heat between you and Jake. And then it feels like you and he are needed for a hundred different things before the party. The next time you see him is when he zips up your dress, his lips soft as he presses a gentle kiss against the back of your neck. You turn and step into your heels to complete silence. 

Jake’s staring at you like he’s never seen you before. It’s just a simple burgundy velvet dress and heels, the neckline dipping into a v-neck which just hints to your cleavage. You’ve finished up the ensemble with loose curls, a pair of sparkly heels, and some dangly earrings.

“Is everything okay?” Your voice is quiet despite the yelling from the twins down the hall filtering through the solid oak doors.

“Of course everything is okay, beautiful. In fact, I’d say it’s more than okay, it’s perfect. I mean, I get the satisfaction of knowing that my fiancée is the sexiest woman at the party. And I get to go home with her!” There’s something like awe in his eyes as he trails the tip of his finger down one of your earrings. 

“This dress isn’t even that sexy, Jay!” You step out of his reach and gesture to it all. “I mean, it’s off the shoulder, sure, but it’s just velvet and it is fingertip length at least!” 

His snort has you giggling, especially when you realize that you’d defaulted to holding your fingers like you used to in high school to avoid getting a dress code violation.

“It isn’t the dress, baby doll. It’s you. It’s just you. Your sweet smile, your gorgeous mind, how I could forget everything except for how much I love you just by looking at you.” You practically launch yourself into his arms, arching into the kiss even as his hands seem to sear into your skin.

That heat seems to spark more and more as the night progresses. Every touch and innocent glance has you aching for Jake. You’re in great demand, with everyone wanting to know who town hero Jake Seresin has chosen to wed. Jake puffs up like a peacock with each compliment what feels like the entirety of Austin gives you. 

Of course, you lose sight of Jake midway through the night. But as the kids are all sent to bed and the clock begins to approach midnight, you’re aching to kiss your fiancé for the new year. The crush of people in the barn is stifling, and it feels like you can barely breathe as you battle your way out of the doors. Music spills out of the building, so loud you can feel the ground reverberate.

Jake’s never been fond of big crowds like this, and you’re sure that he would have found you if he were in the barn. But it’s also possible that you missed him. You resolve to spend only fifteen minutes outside before venturing back into the barn. There's a slight breeze rustling over the fields and it feels amazing against your feverish skin.

You chase the fresh scent and cool air away from the open barn doors and then squeal as two hands pull you towards the other building. At least, that is, until you realize who is tugging you.

"Jake?!" You sound more than a little fed-up and shocked even as your fiancé grins unrepentantly at you. "What are you even doing in here? Isn't this barn just full of hay? Why aren’t you enjoying the party?"

"I could ask the same thing of you, sweetheart! Do you trust me?" 

"Always," You breathe out, taking his hand and letting him do what he wants with you. In the low light, you can't see a single thing. You're stumbling blind, trying not to fall as Jake leads you further into the building.

You're not sure what you were expecting, not at all, because what you get is so much better. The skylights in the barn are open and under the biggest is spread a blanket. There are hurricane lanterns dotted across the expanse, strawberries, chocolate, hor d'oeuvres, and a bottle of champagne perched within a sweating bucket.

"Jay, how did you do this?" Your voice is hushed as Jake presses a juicy strawberry to your lips. The sweet juice is cold and refreshing, dripping down your throat as you melt into his side, your heels toed off at the edge of the blanket.

"I've been planning this all week for you, sweetheart. You've been so down since we got engaged and well, I wanted to do something to help you relax." You gasp a little as he pops the champagne open and pours you a glass. 

"You're too good to me, darling." Your eyes flutter closed as you sip on the cold liquid.

"I should be saying that to you, gorgeous. I may be good, too good to be true, but baby doll, you're better." You grin at his words, letting him manhandle you until you're perched on his lap and curled into his chest.

"And god do you look gorgeous tonight." You kiss his jaw, relishing in just being in his arms.

"Thank you. You look handsome yourself, handsome!" Jake grins even as he pecks your lips again.

For several long moments, it's easy between the two of you. It finally feels like you can breathe. All of the tension you’ve been carrying around with you melting away in the presence of the man you love with all of your heart. Until Jake's hand starts sliding further and further up your thigh.

"What are you doing, Jay?" You giggle, the champagne having gone straight to your head.

"Making my gorgeous fiancée feel good. You have a problem with that, pretty girl?" You can’t help your smile or your moan as Jake’s lips and fingers finally meet their mark. 

Being with Jake is something you will never tire of. Especially now, you think, sitting on his lap with his hands on your skin. His hands are deft as they drag your dress up over your head. It makes you giggle to see how he places it gently on the blanket. You’re not quite as gentle as you rip his shirt off of his head and lean back, just a little. Jake’s eyes glow in the light as he traces a finger gently between your lace covered breasts.

“How did you hide this from me all night, sweetheart?” There’s something reverent in his gaze as he cups your tits gently, his touch making your nipples pebble and heat pool in your gut.

“It wasn’t hard, Jacob.” You coo, cupping his jaw lightly. “I haven’t seen you all night!” 

You gasp as he reels you in closer, big hands skating over more of your skin than lace.

“Fair enough, my gorgeous girl. Now let me show you exactly how much I miss you?” You let Jake, the love of your life, manhandle you how he wishes, pliant as he props you up against one of the hay bales stacked around your cozy enclave. It’s with your ass facing him that he finally sees the final surprise you’re wearing for him tonight. 

“Sweetheart,” His voice is a punched out moan, even as his hands trail down the shining gold trailing over your bare skin. “Can I take off your bra, baby doll?”

“Please!” Your blood is boiling at a fever pitch, aching for the feeling of his skin pressed up against yours. But you don’t get what you want. Not yet, anyhow. Jake’s hands leave burning trails over your skin, cupping your breasts and kneading your ass gently. The anticipation builds and builds as Jake maps your skin ever so slowly with his hands. But his hands never dip below your waist, never reach the places where you need him most.

“Jake!” You’re practically sobbing at the feelings only Jake’s ever wrung from your body. “Please! Please!” 

You writhe under the firm hands he has on your skin, fighting for any stimulation, shuddering at the way you can feel his cock pressing against your ass. Until the snap of his hand on your ass jolts you into the hay bale. Twin sensations duel for domination in your body, pain and arousal both coursing through your system. It hurts just as much as it makes you aroused, and god, you want Jake more than you ever have before. He smacks you, once, twice, thrice more. In truth you lose count, feeling only the sharp sting of his hands and the heat flushing your bare ass cheeks. You’re nearly delirious, in fact, each strike robbing your thoughts and all sense.

It’s a relief when the strikes stop. Your chest heaves, the prickly hay barely bothering you as Jake’s hands tug your sodden thong from the cleft of your ass. The material is damp with arousal, you know - it’s dripping down your thighs. You need your fiancé that much.

“Jake!” You babble, “Please! I need you, handsome, please!” 

“I’ve got you, my darling girl, c’mere.” Jake’s hands don’t leave your skin even once as he draws two fingers through your wet folds. “You’re so wet for me, baby doll.”

With each word, his fingers open you up. Each time with Jake you feel like you’re going to be spoiled for any other man, and tonight is no difference. You cum with a scream, arousal dripping out of you as the first fireworks light up the night sky.

“Happy New Year, baby doll.” Jake kisses you slow and sweet, and you scrabble for purchase against his chest, moaning into the kiss even as you fight with his belt.

“D’you have condoms, handsome?” You gaze up at your fiancé, the sight of his green eyes blown wide making your arousal grow even more. 

What you don’t expect is the dismay taking over Jake’s countenance.

“M’sorry, baby doll. A week’s worth of preparations and that’s the one thing I forgot.” You pull his hands back to meet your bare skin. 

“Jay.” Your voice is gentle as you curl into his broad chest. “I don’t care. I’m on birth control. I just want you!”

“You sure, gorgeous?” Your heart swells at the sight of the man you love most looking so nervous about you.

“I’m sure, Jay. I love you.” You take his hand and splay it across your lower stomach. “I want everything life brings with you. I want to marry you. I want to have a baby with you. It’s not likely to happen right now,” your voice is cheeky as you tug him close, “but we can always practice, right?”

His groan is guttural, even as he tugs you into a fierce kiss and wrenches his trousers and boots off.

“C’mere baby doll.” You gasp at the sight of him lying in the hay. “You were wearing my cowboy hat earlier. Don’t you know the cardinal rule? Wear the hat, ride the cowboy. And well, darlin’, your cowboy is right, here.”

You're almost too eager to comply, arousal making your motions clumsy as you straddle his waist and dip down to kiss his smiling mouth. You feel like there is too much electricity in your system, the buzzing in your veins drugging you just as much as the exquisite gentleness in Jake's eyes.

It feels different with Jake this time. You're not sure if it's a side effect of how drunk you are on alcohol and Jake or if it's your ebullient mood. You know it has a lot to do with the lack of a condom as well. Without that one thin barrier, you can feel the heat of his length as you ride him, and it makes what you're doing feel more special - more intimate. It feels like you're making love.

"God sweetheart, you feel so good." Jake’s moans are punctuated by the bone deep rattle of the fireworks as they go off above you. The multicolored lights paint his skin, catching in the gleam of his golden hair and sparkling in his eyes.

Before long, your thighs begin to shake, the muscles aching as your thrusts grow sloppy. Jake picks you up then, carefully laying you down on the blanket with your legs splayed open over his thighs. The new angle makes you feel like he's even deeper and each thrust has your moans rising to a fever pitch.

"Baby doll, look at you!" One of his hands meets the swollen nub of your clit as he breathes the words against your nipples between kisses. "You feel so tight wrapped around me. Gonna make you cum baby doll. Gonna stuff you fulla my cum. Gonna put a baby in you." 

"Please please please please please" is all you remember how to say as Jake robs you of every thought except for him. "Gonna cum, Jake!" You sob as the coil in your gut builds and builds. "Please, can I cum?"

Half the question gets lost in your moans, but Jake knows what you want, if his roar of "yes" in your ear is any indication. You cum with a scream, timed perfectly with the last of the fireworks display as Jake finishes in your wet heat.

You wrap your legs around his slim waist, craving, no, needing more of Jake. You're both panting, covered in a sheen of sweat. There's hay in Jake's hair, but you tug him forward anyways, relishing in the feeling of Jake wrapped around you.

It must be at least half an hour later when you're roused with a kiss.

"Come on, baby doll. Let's get you dressed and back into the house. I want to clean you up and get you into bed." His lips are gentle as he peppers your skin with kisses, gently coaxing your legs to release their grip around his waist. 

You whimper when he pulls out of you, feeling empty and sore and needy all at once. 

"Oh, baby. Look at you. Your pussy looks so pretty, with my cum dripping out of you." Jake's intent on killing you, you're sure. And then he does something which has your skin hot all over again. He dips his fingers into your cunt and collects a bit of your cum and his. Your lips fall open, expecting his fingers to press into your mouth. But he presses his fingers into his own mouth, licking the long digits with his wicked tongue until you're aching to feel it on you.

"Mm, we taste so good, baby doll. You want a taste?" You're almost too eager to surge into his arms kissing him with reckless abandon. He's right, the two of you do taste good together. But you're soon just as caught in the sensations of his tongue plundering yours and the way his cock is hard against your hip and how there's cum dripping down your thighs. 

It surprises you when Jake carefully pulls away.

"C'mon baby doll. Let's get you into the shower, hmm?" You moan when he drops to his knees in front of you and licks at the cum dripping down your thighs. His eyes twinkle at your pout while he helps you into your thong, kissing his way up your torso until his tongue is laving over your nipples. 

You feel so good with this man. His every touch makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Jake dresses you with the same care he takes to undress you, concentration creasing his handsome face with the tip of his tongue poking out as he finagles with the fussy little hooks on the back of your bra.

When your dress is on, it's your turn to dress Jake. It takes you a bit to find his boxers and trousers and shirt, and quite a bit longer to shake the hay out. When you make your way back to the blanket, it's to Jake holding up another two glasses of champagne. You gulp the cool liquid thirstily, finally feeling the heat in the barn. Jake doesn't seem to care that he's still naked, but that's what gives you a wonderful idea.

You drop to your knees in front of him and drag your tongue over his length.

"God, sweetheart. You don't have to do that." You suck gently on the mushroom head of his cock before pulling away with a pop.

"Yeah, I do, Jake. Because your cock always makes my mouth water." It's Jake's turn to moan as you kiss and lick your way over his length.

"Shhh, baby. You gotta be quiet," your voice is a harsh whisper. "You don't want your brothers and sisters to know how loud you are in bed, do you?"

"Baby doll, I don't care about my siblings. It's everyone else at the party that I care about." He clasps a hand over his mouth and you kiss his thigh in appreciation before you take him to the hilt. His skin is velvet soft and smooth. You can taste the salt and tang of his precum and it has you moaning around his length. You wrap your hands around his length as well, stroking him in time to the rhythm of your mouth until he's practically bowed over you, one big hand cradling your head.

"Can I cum, baby doll?" His voice is strained, each muscle tensed under your fingertips as you take him back into your mouth and suck once more, hard. He comes with a whine, the salty-sweet flood of his spend filling your mouth. You swallow each drop, grinning when you pull away to glazed eyes and red cheeks. 

“God, I love you, my Gorgeous Girl.” It has you smirking when Jake’s knees wobble when you drag his boxers and slacks up his legs. 

“I love you too!” You chirp as you fasten his belt buckle. It doesn’t surprise you at all when Jake tugs you into another kiss.

Your lips feel sore and a little swollen when you pull away, handing Jake his shirt while trying to walk normally. You can feel cum dripping into your thong, and it’s an embarrassingly icky foreign feeling. It’s not like the house is all that far away, but you’re going to have to make the rounds and say goodbye to everyone and you’re sure you look like a wreck, with your makeup melting off and your mascara in trails down your cheek. You look like you got fucked, and fucked well, and there isn’t a way you can hide that. Maybe it’s a banner you should wear with pride? Instead, when Jake shoulders the barn door open with the blanket in his hand and the strawberries and champagne in yours, it’s to the sight of all of his siblings and siblings-in-law staring right at the two of you.

“You look like you had fun, Jakey.” It’s Eliza sing-songing the words and if your face was flushed from your earlier activities, now it must be a bright and hot as a neon sign in New York City. 

“Hey, y’all. What’s up with the party?” Jake’s trying to play at being cool even though you can tell so clearly that he’s not cool, not even a little bit.

“It ended forty-five minutes ago, Jake.” This time it’s Henry chiming in, and you have to stifle your grin as Jake blanches at his eldest brother’s words. “We just finished cleaning up, without you, thank you very much, and were wondering where you and your girl got to.”

“Considering how you’ve got hay stuck in your hair, I guess we all know what you got up to.” Jake gives you a horrified glance before schooling his expression to a carefully curated blankness.

“That barn’s lucky, you know?” Melissa giggles as four identical sets of green eyes turn to her and Henry.

“What do you mean?” Your curiosity has the better of you and has the words spilling out of your mouth before you can control your tongue.

“If Jake had hurricane lanterns, blankets and champagne like my Henry did, then that’s exactly how Sarah was conceived.” Jake’s face blanches as he looks horrified at you, back at the barn and then at the smug smirk on Henry’s face. “I think that was the exact blanket, in fact.”

You can’t control your laughter as Jake bolts towards the house holding the blanket out in front of him like he needs it out of his hands as soon as possible. You follow along at a much more sedate pace, ignoring the wolf whistles that follow you. By the time you make it up to your bedroom, the ensuite shower is on. You pull your jewelry off first, fighting with the body jewelry until it’s off and sitting on the vanity with your engagement ring at its side. When you step into the steamy bathroom, Jake’s glaring right at the shower like it personally offended him.

It’s a relief to lob your cum filled panties and bra into the laundry basket for later. You press yourself up against his back, hissing at the heat of the water raining down and turning the temperature down a little bit.

“What’s eating at you, Jay?” You trace gentle patterns over his abs until you feel his muscles loosen fractionally under your gentle touch. “It’s not the blanket or the champagne and fucking in the barn that’s bothering you.”

“No, it’s not.” You have to strain to hear the words, eventually choosing to curl around him so you’re pressed closer to his front. 

“Then what is it?” You cup the back of his neck, carding your fingers through his soft hair as you wait for the love of your life to bare his heart to you.

“It’s what they said about conceiving a baby, sweetheart. I know you’re on birth control, but it’s possible we could have made a baby tonight. And sweetheart, you know what my dad’s like. How do I be a good father when I have no examples of how to act? How do I keep myself from fucking our kids up?” He sounds so lost, your North Star. 

“The fact that you care, Jake, is enough. I don’t know how to be a mom either. I know we haven’t talked much about my family, but my mom and dad were the best people, the best parents for the few years I had them. By the time I grew up, with my godfather who loves me, I’d forgotten all of the things they used to do for me. I’m scared too. Terrified, in fact. But we’re together.  So I know that everything will be okay. We’ll struggle and things will be hard, but we’ll get through it together.” 

It’s his warmth that surrounds you for the rest of the night. Jake still looks thoughtful and is a little withdrawn, but he never fails to tell you, to show you, how much he loves you. You’re a lucky woman indeed.

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Did you know?

Mila was my first Fire Emblem muse and that's where my pen name comes from and it's been my name online for about 12 years. She was co-written with a Soren on Facebook back when they did sort of allow roleplaying. (I'm still in contact with that Soren!)

I roleplayed Nino for 3 years.

Requiem was actually an OC twin for Nero before becoming her own thing.

Akina was made as a Bleach OC ages ago (back during the original release) and I forgot about her.

Fokko belongs in universes that have demons, same with Xiu Mei.

Lyn fits in most universes and probably has the most AUs thus far.

I had an OC at one point who was named Amnesty and she was a Homunculus of a child that belonged to Scar's brother and the woman Lust used to be. (Since I do prefer FMA 2003 despite it not being manga canon.)

Narvi is sometimes Tony and Loki's child and only Johnny's via abandonment by Loki.

Narvi's name is Mira before she gets a new start.

Some characters share the same name or starting backstory til I bounce them off others, get feed back and work on their story.

Satsuma's name was Satsuma-imo, meaning sweet potato. She was also supposed to be Vegeta's sibling but changed my mind once again. And she has a raging crush on Raditz. She had a higher class crushing on lower class trope.

Mira Acheron's name was Mame originally. Didn't like it after a while. She was supposed to be a friend of Jak's. I liked Dark Eco in the game and she was revamped.

Yukimi was a character that came to me in a dream and I wrote her down before I forgot her.

Mina was written second, after Nayeli. Heck Nayeli had several rewrites before becoming who she is now.

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The Vernius: The Faberian Imperial Family

So this is the Vernius family who are the ruling family of Faber, if you notice a lot of twins, triplets and quads: The Vernius were well known of having either of those sets, either identical or fraternal. I also put the kids with their parents in an attempt to make it easier to know which kid belongs to which sibling xD

Kilara Vernius, first Empress Regnant. Born 4400 BBY.

Kiara Vernius, Empress Regnant. Born 3994 BBY. She had a daughter with Sith Pureblood Lord Scourge.

Karitas Vernius, (Kiara's and Scourge's daughter) Empress Regnant. Born 3954 BBY. Married a Chiss male named Shev'eldare'lith or Veldarel.

Nyma Vernius, Empress Regnant. Mother of Marrika and Namari but she had tried killing her daughters in an attempt to keep her throne.

Marrika Vernius (younger twin), Empress Regnant while Namari became the founder of the Verd Clan. Born 3,699 BBY (Marrika ruled before the sacking of Coruscant happened, same age as Satele Shan, I hope that's how you spell her name xD). Was the lover of Darth Marr.

Namari Verd (nee Vernius), married a human Mandalorian man named Rav Verd at the end of the Faberian Civil War and had a daughter with him that she named Shae Verd. She took the name Ne'tra Verd 'Black Warrior' in Mando'a. The Verd clan are distant relatives to the Vernius family.

Natasi Vernius (Marrika's daughter), Empress Regnant. Born 3,665 BBY. She is married to Arcann.

Kyra Vernius (Natasi's daughter), Empress Regnant. Born ??

Kallista Vernius, Empress Regnant. She ruled Faber during Darth Bane's time. Born 1026 BBY. She had a daughter with Darth Bane.

Kateri Vernius (Katianna's and Darth Bane's daughter). Born 1000 BBY.

Desideria Vernius, Empress Regnant and Dark Lord of the Sith. She was also the only Faberian that became a Sith, she took the name of Darth Ria. Her master was a Lethan Twi'lek who was ignoring the Rule of Two, Desideria murdered her Master in order to save the legacy of her ancestor, Darth Bane. Born ??

Kasen Vernius (Keshara's mother), Empress Regnant. Born ?? She was married to a Saberian [Saberians are owned by angelgirl121 ] male named Bajani Naude.

Keshara Vernius (the mother of Tendra, Jira, Qatai, Keris, Kirren, Kizira and Kalene), Empress Regnant. Born ?? She was married to Kaden Vali.

Tendra Vernius (eldest daughter) Supreme Commander of the Faberian Military. Alexion Erixour, he is a General in her army, one of the rare male high ranking officers in the Faberian Army.

Talar, Dasia and Azia Vernius  (Triplets)

Zac and Ushara Vernius (Twins)

Jira Vernius (second eldest daughter) Grand Master of the Prophets. She is married to Jaret Xans, who is the Captain of the Royal Guard.

Saricia, Liria Vernius and Aria Vernius, Saricia is the Head of Kalene's Handmaidens.

Rana Vernius (Jira's younger twin sister) Sky Marshal of the Faberian Air Force. She is married to Hondo Ohnaka.

Nadia, Laila and Karima Vernius (Triplets)

Qatai Vernius (first middle daughter, younger twin sister of Keris) Grand Admiral of the Faberian Navy. She is married to Aeron Trajen, who is her second in command.

Zarda and Aisha Vernius (twins) Zarda is the bodyguard to the Empress Regnant, Kalene Vernius.

Rael  and Namor Vernius (twins)

Keris Vernius (only son, Qatai's older twin brother) the first male Senator of the Faberian Empire. He is married to two lovely women, Xhosa Tavali and a Lonagh-whanian [this race is owned by @rayn44] female named Siri-ka.  

Alile, Dalila and Barika Vernius (Keris' triplets with Xhosa)

Lyla-ka, Aara-ka and Nayara-ka Vernius (Keris' triplets with Siri-ka)

Kirren Vernius (Kizira's twin sister, eldest), head of the Verd Clan. She is married to Jak Verd.

Livia, Claria, Naria and Tessiara Vernius (Kirren's quads).

Kizira Vernius (Kirren's twin sister, youngest), a Jedi Master. She was married to Qui-Gon Jinn and Count Dooku.

Driana, Zara and Tahira Vernius (triplets, Qui-Gon's).

Sanae, Asha and Kalea Vernius (youngest triplets, Dooku's).

Kalene Vernius (youngest daughter) Empress Regnant. Born 41.9 BBY. She is married to Kano Kerrigan.

Kestra and Kaden Vernius (twins). Born 19 BBY.

Marika Vernius (Kestra's daughter), Empress Regnant. Born 26.5 ABY.

Zarina Vernius, Empress Regnant. Marika's daughter, Kestra's granddaughter.

Kerensa Vernius, Empress Regnant. Zarina's daughter.

Zakira Vernius, Empress Regnant. Shae's daughter.

Katra Vernius, Empress Regnant. Zakira's daughter.

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Differences between Polish and English dub, part 8, the largest one yet.

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Sons of Garmadon | Synowie Garmadona

75. Mask of Deception | Maska Iluzji (Mask of Illusion)

● Lloyd's VA is not changed. In polish dub the VA was always male, and if I had to guess, his age is not that far from Lloyd's. I tried to look up when he was born, but nothing came up. He's voice is only slightly lower than the one from previous seasons, and it's easily missed.

● Lloyd: "I could kiss you, Pix!" → "Chętnie bym cię wyściskał!" (I would gladly hug you!)

● Cole [to Jay]: "No, you bolthead." → "Mój ty geniuszku słodki." (You, my sweet genius [with DIM used on 'genius'])

● 'Oni' in polish means 'They', so the Oni-Only joke is centered around it. The fact that pronouns aren't used often in polish and structure of sentences is really flexible helps lessen the confusion. Though some sentences gain double-meanings.

● Lloyd says that they'll be staying in the palace only for an hour.

● Party Pooper → Wujek-Psujek (Wujek - Uncle; Psujek comes from a verb 'psuć': to spoil, bust or damage something.)

● Kai: "A face only a mother could love. Why would anyone want that?" → "Taka okropna buźka każdego by wystraszyła. Po co komu takie paskudztwo?" (Such a horrible face would scare anyone. Why would anyone need such an ugly thing?)

● Mask of Vengence → Mask of Revenge

Mask of Deception → Mask of Illusion

Mask of Hatred is translated literally.

● Zane: "It is nice to have a pooper in the party." → "Każda drużyna musi mieć swojego wujka." (Every team must have its uncle.)

76. The Jade Princess | Jadeitowa Księżniczka

● Harumi: "Everyone thinks being a princess is supposed to be easy, and wonderful, and I guess it's okay, but a lot of the time it's really hard." → "Ludzie wyobrażają sobie, że ciągle się bawimy, jakieś bale, obiadki i takie tam. Zgoda, bywa nawet miło, ale wszystko ma swoje plusy i minusy." (People imagine that we're always having fun, some balls, dinners and so on. I agree, it can be nice, but everything has its pros and cons.)

● Instead of calling the SoG members "low level thugs" like she does in english, Harumi calls them "pawns". She also doesn't say that the person above them scares her, but tells Lloyd that if she were in his shoes, she would try looking for their boss.

● Hutchins saying that Harumi and Lloyd are on first name bases, is changed to Lloyd using 'you' on Harumi.

In polish when referring to someone who's older or has a higher social status, you would use third person while talking to them; e.g. "Jak się Pan czuje?" (How is Mister feeling?) You can think of it as Formal/Informal You for simplicities sake. The thing is, Lloyd was using terms like 'Ma'am', 'Your Highness' or 'Princess' the whole time, even when in canon he was using Harumi's name, and calls her Rumi only once.

● Mr. E is untranslated.

● Ultra Violet at first has english pronounciation, later 'Ultra Fiolet' is used once or twice.

● Harumi: "It's a dead end!"

Lloyd: "But we're not dead yet!"

→

Harumi: "Droga się kończy!" (The road is ending!)

Lloyd: "Droga tak, ale nie zabawa!" (The road does, but not fun!)

● Aside from the episode title, I don't think "Jade Princess" is ever used in the show; just "Princess".

77. The Oni and the Dragon | Oni i Smok

● Cole: "So, Harumi. Looks like we'll be Roomies for a while." → "To ten, Wasza Wysokość, jak się czujemy na wysokościach?" (So, Your Highness, how are we feeling in the heights?)

● Mystake's name is unchanged.

● Luke: "You pee in the swimming pool?" → "Wyjadałeś po kryjomu ciastka?" (You eat cookies when no ones looking?)

● Harumi calls Garmadon a monster, when in english she talks about his anger.

● Cole: "Or should I say my alias, Rocky Dangerbuff." → "A raczej mój brat bliźniak, Rocky Budzilęk!" (Or rather my twin brother, Rocky Arousesfear!)

● Cole: "But you'll still need a cover. Something tough. Something that says 'I'm bad'."

Zane: "In my estimation Rocky Dangerbuff is pretty bad."

→

Cole: "(...) Z daleka mają widzieć, że łobuz!" (They have to know from far away that you're a bad guy!)

Zane: "Jak na mój gust odległość nie ma większego znaczenia." (From what I can tell, distance doesn't matter that much.)

● Cole calls Snake Jaguar 'my Jaguar' at one point.

● In english Zane states that he ran 1,572 simulations, but in polish it's 1,542.

● Royal Blacksmith is translated literally for the first time.

● Cole's Worm Song is translated, with 'Worm' being changed to 'Rybka' (diminutive of fish).

78. Snake Jaguar | Wężowy Jaguar

● Killow: "What sort of name is that?"

Zane: "The sort that can put you on your backside, if you have to ask."

→

Killow: "Kto ci dał tak na imię?" (Who named you like that?)

Zane: "Ktoś, kto wiedział, że jak się postaram to więcej nie usiądziesz." (Someone who knew that if I try you won't be able to sit anymore.)

● Quiet One is translated to 'Cisza' (Silence). Most likely to avoid using an adjective form, thus giving away gender of the Quiet One. Even though 'Cisza' is a feminine noun, it feels more like a subtle hint rather than an outright confirmation.

● When talking about Garmadon coming back evil, with four hands and all, Cole also mentions the venom coming back.

● The whole Zane-Sane joke, is changed to Zane-Zdejm (Take off): "Zdejm! Zdejm ze mnie ciężar, nie każ mi tu tkwić! Bo oszaleję!" (Take off! Take the weight off me, don't make me stay here! Or I'll go crazy!)

● Killow [after Zane guesses the 'No-Rules' rule]: "Well, that was no fun at all." → "Patrzcie, on zgadł. Jakoś inni nie zgadują." (Look, he guessed. Somehow others don't guess.)

● Instead of Zane saying that he spotted the Mask of Deception, he said he has it. Which later prompt Harumi to say "Wait, so does he have the Mask or does he see the Mask?"

● When accusing Mr. E of being the Quiet One, Zane says "You're that Quiet One?" with masculine form of 'that' being used (as mentioned before, the word is feminine).

79. Dead Man's Squall | Sztorm Umarlaka (Dead Man's Storm)

In polish, there are two ways to say storm. 'Burza' is just a storm, while 'Sztorm' means it takes place over a sea or an ocean

● Lloyd calls Zane brother.

● Harumi's Lullaby:

Pająk idzie zły, śpij, śpij. (The evil spider is coming, sleep, sleep. ['zły', can also be translated to 'angry'])

Szczerzy ostre kły, śpij, śpij. (Baring sharp fangs, sleep, sleep.)

Lepiej oczka zmruż, bo jak do uszka wskoczy ci. (Better close your eye, or it'll jump into your ear.)

● Cole [to baby Wu crying]: "Hey! Look at me! I'm not sad! I'm not crying!" → "Hej! Patrz na wujka! Wujek się uśmiecha! Wcale nie płacze!" (Hey! Look at the uncle! Uncle is smiling! Not crying at all!) This makes me think that Lloyd calling Cole an uncle back in Season 1 might've been deliberate.

● Wohira has polish pronounciation.

● Kai: "Classic bad guy stuff. It must be in their DNA." → "Ci źli zawsze tak mówią. Jakby ktoś im pisał te teksty." (The bad guys always talk like that. As if someone was writing these lines for them.)

● Cole: "Stay safe, little buddy. I'll be back to get you before you know it." → "Pośpij tu sobie maluchu. Wrócę za nim pajączek wskoczy ci do uszka." (Sleep here, little one. I'll be back before the spider jumps into your ear.) Gotta say, I love the reference to Harumi's Lullaby.

● Lloyd saying "What is this, a cartoon?" is changed to asking Harumi if she's from a cartoon, and adding that it would never work in real life.

80. The Quiet One | Cisza

● Whenever the phrase 'the Greatest Villain' is used, it's translated to 'monster'.

● Harumi: "[The Greatest Villain]'s the one you never knew was there in the first place." → "Potworem jest ten kogo nigdy byś nie podejarzewał o zdradę. Jest tak blisko, że tego nie widzisz." (The Monster is the one you would never suspect of treason. [It] is so close you don't see it.)

● Lloyd calls Harumi 'ukochana' (beloved).

● Nya calls Mr. E 'Mr. One'? Where did that even come from???

● Instead of stating that Harumi's the Quiet One, Nya asks 'do you think that Harumi is the Quiet One?'

81. Game of Masks | Gra o Maski

● Harumi's mom says 'I love you' to her daughter, instead of 'I promise', like she does in the canon.

● "Well, aren't you the quiet one." → "No nic. Jak cisza to cisza." (Oh well. Silence it is then.)

● Oni are called 'Władcy Oni' (Rulers/Lords of Oni) in this episode, most likely to avoid confusion.

● Harumi: "I didn't need you to find the mask. It would've already been mine had your idiot friends not stolen Wu from us." → "Przyjacielu. Dawno bym ją miała gdyby twoi urocze towarzysze nie wykradli nam Mistrza Wu." (My friend. I would've had it a long time ago, had your cute companions not have stolen Master Wu from us.)

● Harumi calls Lloyd things like 'sweetie', 'beloved', etc. From that point on, she uses them at least once anytime she addresses Lloyd. She uses them even right after the Collosus destroys the Bounty later in the season. Her last line this season, which is "Goodbye" is changed to "Goodbye, love." I have to admit, there's something really disturbing about Harumi calling Lloyd pet names, especially that she starts to do so only after her reveal.

● "How many times have you Ninja failed and let others pay the price?" is changed to "Ile przez was zginęło?" (How many has died because of you?) Note that 'zginąć' means to die suddenly, tragically, e.g. from an accident.

● Harumi: "He won't be the man you recognise." → "Nie rozpozna w tobie syna." (He won't recognise you as his son.)

● Kai: "We'll have to get all ninja up on you!" → "Zrobimy z was Ninja-Pasztet!" (We'll make a Ninja-Pate from you!)

82. Dread on Arrival | Ceremonia (Ceremony)

● Jay doesn't warn an officer before zapping him off-screen.

● You can hear the person on the other side of the line tell Commissioner to wait a moment.

● Harumi is often called 'Szefowa' whenever 'Quiet One' is used, by both the Ninja and the SoG. 'Szefowa' is a feminine of boss, so... girlboss?

● Harumi still uses pet names on Lloyd when telling him ther's nothing between them.

● During the ritual, instead of saying "Clotho Venge! Clotho Decer! Clotho Haeed!", Harumi says "Bogini Zemsty! Bogini Iluzji! Bogini Nienawiści!" (Goddess of Vengeance! Goddess of Deception! Goddess of Hatred!)

● Misako doesn't tell Lloyd that seeing best in people is a mistake, but phrases it as a question: "Is it so bad that you have such a great heart, that you trust people so much and believe that they're inherently good?"

● Lloyd: "(...) It looks like you were wrong. You weren't the one who got away." →"Myślałaś, że się uda, co? Że jesteś taka sprytna i wspaniała." (You thought you were gonna succeed, didn't you? That you're so clever and amazing.)

83. True Potential | Prawdziwy Potencjał

● When Harumi's telling Garmadon that he needs to defeat Lloyd, "the person that always held you back" is changed to "the person who doesn't let you plunge into the dark."

● When trying to stop Lloyd from going to fight Garmadon, Zane says "this isn't you!", which is changed to "this isn't your father!". This change happens a few times.

● Garmadon: "It was foolish to come here." → "I po coś tu przychodził, synu?" (What did you come here for, son?)

● Lloyd calld Garmadon daddy.

● Lloyd: "This isn't you!"

Garmadon: "This is the new me!"

→

Lloyd: "Proszę cię, nie jesteś potworem!" (Please, you're not a monster!)

Garmadon: "A właśnie, że jestem potworem!" (I am a monster!)

● Garmadon: "But only one was brought back - the Destroyer!" → "Ale tylko wtedy czuję się sob�� - kiedy niszczę!" (But only then I feel like myself - when I destroy!)

● A very small change, but instead of saying 'father' at the end, Lloyd says 'dad'.

84. Big Trouble, Little Ninjago | Wielkie Kłopoty w Niewielkim Ninjago (Great Trouble in Small Ninjago)

or if you want to be more literal: Great Trouble in Not-Great Ninjago

● While in canon Gayle wonders if Lloyd's okay, in polish version she wonders if he's alive.

● The "Not so fast!" is translated literally, so no callback to Season 1.

● Mystake says that Lloyd's power is his sixth sense (?), and calls the Ninja children.

● When Garmadon and Wu say "My brother", they use the diminutive version of the word, and like,,, that's adorable???

● Lloyd: "Just think how many others will be made like you!" → "A ile córek straci dzisiaj swoich rodziców?!" (And how many daughters will lose their parents today?!)

And cut! Season 8 took almost ten pages in my notebook, making it the longest. I actually ended up not mentioning some stuff I usually would, because of how long this one is!

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SPOILERS

You’ve been warned. Sorry this is so long, but the book was 700 pages so 🤷‍♀️

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Starting from Kaila’s pov. Really? After that ending? Here we go.

Poor Slade :(

Okay so Slade and Ryatt’s dad is a dick. Going back for one last group of Oreans when they don’t even like them and then choosing an Orean to be his wife. I feel like he used her for breeding but I’m also confused as to why if they look down on Oreans so much. He started in Annwyn and was born after the bridge was destroyed so how did he and his brother get to Orea?

Why does Slade age 8 keep scratching at his arms??? Is his power starting to emerge??

The answer is yes. His power was starting to emerge. Safe to say Slade has a protective nature. His poor mama 😭😭😭

Slade: “Wake up and argue with me, Goldfinch” Awww ❤️❤️❤️ My heart. This reminds me of a line from the book/movie The Choice. I love it!

Awww Judd brought Hojat. 😊😊

LOL, Os and Rissa. This is going to be so good. I wonder how long before they’re making out.

Yay, she’s awake!!! 🥳🥳🥳

God, every time he calls her baby it hits my heart hard, and for some reason makes me think of the movie The Choice

I want them to talk so bad, but she should be able to live in avoid it land for a little while, before she goes digging through all that pain again.

LOL she can’t cook. 🤣🤣🤣

Awww Digby. Of course he’d be the one she couldn’t lie to about being fine.

Oh my god, I hope bringing Poppy with her was worth it, because she’s kind of being a bitch to Rissa. I’m loving Rissa and Os though. He put their tents next to each other 🥰❤️🥰❤️🥰❤️

Awww Digby stayed just for her! This book is putting my heart through the ringer.

Slade: “Absolutely fucking not” 😍😍😍

So she’s been able to choose solid gold or flowy gold. I’m starting to wonder if not being able to use it at night is a subconscious choice that she’s unaware of. - I was half right. She can’t gild new things, but she can manipulate what she’s already gilded. Can she remove it at night though? 🤔🤔🤔

Why is Malina so special? I’m still so unclear on her story, but I’m also very curious to figure it out. Why her? She already had a kingdom, but no magic so how can she be the one destined to save Seventh Kingdom? - After finishing the book, now I know. I don’t want to call her a dumbs because I feel a little sorry for her but maybe naive is a better description.

Did Slade somehow tear open a new bridge between worlds? Is that why they call him Rip? Is that how they got there? How he finally got his mother and brother away from their father? Why does Ryatt not want him there? - Okay so confirmed he ripped open a doorway and that’s how they got there, but no one has come through since and no has gone back. 🤔🤔🤔

Damn. The second Elore said 11 years I was like Ryatt isn’t Stanton’s son, he’s Jaks’ and I was right.

Digby: “Don’t speak about my lady in that tone.” Oh damn! Look at Digby channeling Azriel. This line makes me so giddy 😊😊😊💕💕💕

Yay!!! She can control the gold!!!

Okay, I’m on Chapter 44 from Queen Malina’s POV and she’s describing the castle and how she never sees anyone else, but there’s always food, water for a bath, and her bed is always made. This is giving me major she was lured there so she could be sacrificed vibes. I’m hoping that’s not the case, but that’s what I’m feeling. Lets go find out.

Okay, I don’t know exactly how the magic of this world works. What the twins are saying seems possible, but anytime there’s a blood sacrifice and someone says ‘Don’t worry, it’s only a few drops of blood.’ I go on high alert and get super suspicious. Like it feels too much like a coincidence that to restore Seventh Kingdom they need a few drops of blood from a pure Orean royal. Let’s find out if I’m right.

Now the assassin who is supposed to kill her is warning her that things in the castle aren’t right. I’m curious why he doesn’t just kill her. I mean that’s what he’s there for. Why not get it over with? And what are the twins and Pruinn really trying to do? Are they trying to return Seventh Kingdom to glory? Are they trying to reopen the bridge to Annwyn?

They keep saying she’s smart, but every time she’s on the path to getting what she wants it’s like she’s got blinders on to anything that will take that away. I want to feel bad for her, but she’s so focused on getting “what she deserves” that she believes what she’s being told without question.

Oh my goodness. All this talk of tight pants has me thinking about Firefly when Kaylee calls Mal Cap’n Tight Pants 🤣🤣🤣 If you know, you know. 😉

He pinched her ass!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I feel like Queen Kaila and Manu are using the Conflux as an excuse to get Auren and either imprison her or kill her so she can’t “steal” anyone else’s power. I also feel like it’s an excuse to try and get rid of Slade too.

Lol Argo likes cookies, and he let her pet him! 😊❤️

NOOOOO!!!! RISSAAAAAAAA!!!! How are she and Os supposed to get together if she’s DEAD?! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Manu you fucking asshole. I liked you so much to begin with, but now you have to go on the shit list. You also just made the biggest mistake of your life.

Damn! Os took off so fast. Poor Os 😭

Okay, so Rissa is only mostly dead. Way to bury the lead Hojat.

The guard killed her and then slit his throat. That’s the lamest theory. If that was his plan why was he so far away from her?

I really hope Rissa makes it.

Oh, he’s pissed. They’re in so much trouble.

This Second Kingdom Queen is a bit cray cray in my opinion. 😳😳

Poor Slade 😭😭

NOOOOO!!! ARGOOOOOOO!!!! I hope Slade doesn’t rot him or leave him there 😭😭😭

Ummm excuse me? Queen bitch can do what now? She can change what people said with her power? That’s bullshit.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

That was a roller coaster there at the end. I really thought she was going to die. Then I thought Slade was going to get her out. Then he couldn’t get through the shield and I thought he was going to have to watch her die. Then he ripped open the world again and they had to say goodbye for now. Then Slade and Ryatt went to Deadwell only to find out that the people and rip are gone. HOLY FUCK 😳😳😳🤯🤯🤯😵😵😵💀💀💀

Then we’ve got Malina so rapped up in herself that she helps these guys restore the bridge between realms which is good and bad. Bad because it sounds like the Fae want to conquer Orea. Why? Weren’t they the ones who destroyed the bridge in the first place? Good because it means Auren could find her way back or Slade could find his way to her in Annwyn.

You know what we DON’T know though? IF RISSA MADE IT THROUGH SURGERY!! 😡😡😡😭😭😭

I thought this was the last book, but APPARENTLY NOT. I guess there’s supposed to be one or two more books. I don’t know if my heart and feels can take two more books. This one was a lot.

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Leech Lord - Nobody loves me like you

It was so late it felt like time itself had passed out, that void somewhere in the AM between being tired enough to fall asleep where you stand and feeling the nervous energy of dawn approaching.

The air in the Mechanicum was crisp with night chill when the E-Dev in her pocket vibrated, and Saint Ur-Machina's heart sunk in her chest as she grimaced under her welding mask. No need to check who it was, she'd known before he'd even sent the message.

The God-King was angry.

She sighed, rubbing oily hands into oilier overalls, and frowned at how pointless a gesture trying to clean them had been at all, picking bits of filth out from under her nails as she leaned against the rough wall of the hangar. Pointless maybe, but a distraction, and Seifa needed one of those right now.

The God-King was angry with himself, and that meant the people he cared about the most would take the rage.

The workfloor clock read 3:56AM where it hung from the rafter above her station, clunky ticking echoing across the empty bay. No one but her still working, and she shouldn't really have been there either considering the hour, but that had stopped feeling like it mattered a long time ago. She was always there now. Always working, like she haunted the place. Funny, she used to be so good about managing her time...

The welding mask threw a cloud of sawdust as it bounced across the floor towards the machine she'd kicked it at. She didn't even know what to call the horrible thing that loomed in front of her, some juggernaut of sleek metal she'd been ordered to run performance checks on, jagged lines illuminated by the sickly floor lamps she'd arranged around its skeleton.

Warmachines. Unnamed projects with stacks of paperwork marking them as highly classified, Troy's insignia and the same word she kept seeing over and over in confidential documentation - Uroboros. Tasted like a bad idea, reeked of poor decisions, and she'd always sniffed those out like a Skag.

What the hell did Seifa A'Rosk know about warmachines anyway? They used to build Technicals here, outriders. COV custom Cyclones for stream events, this wasn't what she signed up for, none of it was. Managing the engineering crew should never have shifted into whatever the fuck THIS was.

The steel monster in front of her bled oil silently into the sawdust, refusing to give an answer. Whatever this was, it was for Gods and Sirens, and that was a world she wasn't part of, not really. She wasn't a Saint, she was just a ghost, caught repeating the same mistakes over and over till she faded away.

The E-Dev in her pocket vibrated again, and she tapped the back of her head against the plate steel wall, trying to convince herself she wasn't ready to vomit as she squinted up towards the hangar's ceiling, lost to the night murk the lights around her couldn't quite cut through.

She figured she should answer, making him wait was just going to make this worse.

Jak-Knife had already warned her, a curt ping earlier today to "sstay ou t of his way it s bad seiifa". Ven too when he'd dropped by in the afternoon with the excuse of worrying about if she'd eaten yet and half a bag of something spicy and dripping in grease. He'd said the Cathedral staff were noose tight and whispering nervously about an incident a few hours before, something had gone wrong in a talk with visiting sponsors - with the twins. Word on the rumour mill was it had nearly turned vicious, the suits looking ready to brick themselves as they'd all but ran through the meeting room's doors after Troy had flung them open hard enough to unhinge one, and according to priests who'd been on hand? Tyreen had really embarrassed him.

Sei had winced as Ven explained, both painfully aware of this behaviour pattern and what it meant for everyone he was close to. Why the God Queen had been going out of her way to put her brother down in front of high-value clients recently was impossible to guess - no one could really get into her head or understand her decisions lately, but this wasn't the first time, and if anything it was getting worse. Little insults. Little knife-sharp jokes that weren't jokes at all, and mockeries masked behind a paper thin smile like it made them less deadly. She'd imply he was a burden, or undermine his expertise in ways so cleverly worded that the officials would have no choice but to laugh awkwardly as Troy seethed while his twin continued with negotiations.

Today she'd apparently told him to make himself actually useful and fetch their guests some drinks, right in front of servant crew and moments after he'd finished a grueling breakdown of growth projections and profit expectations for this quarter to a rapt audience. It's hard to tell if him snapping had actually surprised her or had been exactly what she wanted, but the staff who'd been there were terrified, and insisted the Vault Mother had looked genuinely shocked when the desk he threw had missed her head by barely a few inches.

He'd stalked out of the meeting and vanished into the upper cloister, and now it was the middle of the night and her E-Dev pinged for a third time.

She closed her eyes and tried to breathe out the fear coiling through her ribs in a shaky exhale. She knew exactly what was happening, it was the same as always with him. Enraged, dripping with self-loathing, and lost somewhere in that toxic mood somewhere between vicious and pitiful - looking for something to hurt, looking for a way to vent the pain as he paced like a snarling monster, muttering like he was arguing something with himself, a back and forth of accusations and desperate apologies to something no one else could see.

Tyreen couldn't eat him alive with her powers but she could do it with her words... and maybe that's what had changed. Maybe she'd realised a new way to control her twin with manipulations that left him so emasculated and damaged in confidence that he wanted to tear something he loved apart just so he could turn the hatred on himself after.

Of course it was going to be her.

The same dance every time now, the same frustrating steps that she'd memorised by this point, trying to break him out of his deadly spiral as he'd rant at rave at her, till he'd attack her somehow, then skulk into the shadows when he was done foaming at the mouth, leaving her to carry everything he'd piled onto her shoulders - the threats, the hate, the aggression, only to beg for her forgiveness the next day and be ignored.

He'd spend a week desperately apologising, showing how much he understood how pathetically wrong what he had done had been, sending ridiculous gifts to the mechanicum where he knew they'd have to be accepted under his sigil, reassure over and over in messages that it wouldn't happen again, that he'd just been under so much pressure, that he'd just snapped, that it wasn't right and she hadn't deserved it and how much her friendship mattered.

The E-Dev pinged one last time, and Seifa straightened, dusting off her overalls and adjusting the toolbelt slung around her waist.

God-King Calypso demanded a sacrifice - self harm masked as a blade he'd lash at someone he loved so it would cut him all the deeper. She'd take it, better her than someone else. She could handle him. 

She always had.

It was raining again, felt like that hadn't stopped at all this month. Pandora had wet seasons, it's just that the water never seemed to go anywhere. The acrid dust absorbed it almost as fast as it could fall, but in the city it flooded the streets as it rushed down gutters. Neon light reflected from gaudy signs in pools of colour that swam across the uneven paving stones as she slowly made her way towards the Cathedral, a waterproof canvas thrown around her shoulders protecting from the downpour.

Even at this time of night, the city was still alive. It never really stilled anymore, too many deals going down in alleys and money changing hands in clubs for it to ever actually sleep, and as she picked her way past huddled locals far too engrossed in their own business to pay her any mind, Seifa wondered when it was things had changed like this.

This place had been a shanty town, hadn't it? When she'd arrived to take over the engineering division there had been maybe one, two thousand COV followers camped around the cathedral in rickety shelters. Bandits mostly, erecting camps and functional living quarters with expertise alien to any outsider. It was a city now, fuck, it was a metropolis. She'd overseen the building of half of the major apartment systems in the inner ring around the holy quarter, so how did it still feel like it had grown of out nowhere?

Sei huffed out a steamy breath into the chill night air as the cathedral began to come into view, bass music and laughter fading as it was swallowed into the drumming of the rain on the buildings she left behind her.

She used to be so proud when she saw it, the awesome majesty of its twisted spires and jutting angles framed against the rocky outcrop that loomed behind it. Nowadays it just looked like something grotesque, a mirror of what it contained maybe. The COV was rotting from within, and everyone knew the source.

She'd been warned by friends more willing to face the harsh realities of the twin's decline that time was running out.

Tonight, tomorrow, a week from now, it didn't matter why it was going to happen, just that it would, and as much as she hated admitting it to anyone, Seifa knew she wasn't strong enough to do this much longer.

He was killing her.

Anything could set him off now, it was constant. Numbers under-performing this week, an underhanded comment from Tyreen that tipped the balance, not enough sleep, too many stims, not gaining weight, an article mocking his appearance, anything. It could have been any of them he had summoned, her, Ven, JK, the why or who was inconsequential because the desired outcome was always the same.

Troy wanted to hurt himself, not them, but he didn’t know how. The pressure would build and build till he broke down, lost logic, went wild-eyed and shaking in barely controlled rage. He hated being Troy Calypso so much there were times he wanted to tear his own skin off, he'd told her as much on nights alone and open in shared sadness, but there was no escape. It was this, or starving in a manner she couldn’t even comprehend, and when he'd asked before if maybe that would be the better option?

...She'd not known what to say. She'd failed him then, tripping over the words catching in her lungs as he desperately waited for an answer that would make sense of things, and she'd never been able to give one. Just sat next to him as they both sank deeper into the trap of their titles and the horrible reality that there was no clear way out.

He was waiting in the throne room for her, just like she'd imagined. Pacing back and forth across the dias as the city light streamed through the stained glass windows, glinting sharply off the rattling gold spines his ritual gear was decorated with as he moved.

She'd stood in silence, watching, trying to catch what he was asking himself as he'd snap a muttered retort in spite, but not able to ever make out the questions. Like an animal snared in gilded chains she figured, or something else maybe - an idol pretending to be something living? A shiver had ran through her as she waited for him to turn his frantic attention to her, quietly waiting for the blow to come. No one had even been there to greet her or open the doors to the throne room, they were ajar, the staff knowing better than to risk being in his presence when he was like this... she smirked, knowing better than her, anyway.

He'd shifted attention to her so smoothly it felt like the rant he'd been hissing to himself just continued directly into her as he'd turned, beckoning her closer with a quirk of those horrible claws. She'd bit her lip and swallowed down how much that enraged her, being summoned like a fucking dog when this man so often made clear he viewed himself as dirt in comparison to her, but months of dealing with him had tempered the reaction. Easier to go along with it, placate him, nod and let him vent out the bile till he realised how much of a fucking asshole he was and came crawling back later.

It was the same dance as usual, the exact same steps. She could feel where he was going with each shift in direction, jumping topic to topic in an attempt to place blame and becoming more enraged with each simple refute she could offer. She never made it easy, that wasn't her nature in the end, she'd calmly reply back to each accusation with logic that left him shaking harder as the fury built, like a caged predator or roid-mad Psycho desperate to attack but not getting the opening. She could play this game for hours, long enough to make sure he worked for the satisfaction, even if it left her exhausted.

She'd always been petty, after all.

He threw snarled jabs at Mechanicum performance, raised complaints that she knew weren't true, accused "concerns" about output she could disarm easily, the same as always, till suddenly he shifted.. and everything went wrong.

She could handle him with spines raised and teeth bared, she could stand unflinching as he aimed blows that he never really landed, but she hadn't been prepared for him to suddenly relax. He'd stood straight, rolling the weight of the prosthetic on a shoulder all casual and friendly like suddenly he wasn't seething under the grin his snarl melted into, and she'd felt a jolt of fear. This was something new, this was something... worse, she could feel it like electricity crackling up her spine, and for the first time that night her heart began to pick up a stuttered pounding as cool sweat beaded down her back. He took a step closer, and for just a second, there was a question flittering across the back of her mind that screamed something she couldn't ignore before it vanished into her practiced calm.

For a split second, Seifa questioned if this was Troy.

"You know, it's funny, Sei..."

She opened her mouth to warn him to stop, the atmosphere was at fever point, he was going to go too far, something in how terrified his eyes looked against he vicious curve of his smile sent panic through her chest.

"Troy" her voice cracked "Come on, Troy you know you shouldn't keep going, this is -"

He cut her off with a tsk and raise of a bladed finger, bending to lower his face closer to hers from where he towered above her.

"Rude Seifa, I was talking."

He was near enough to feel the body heat glowing from his chest, and her voice choked in her throat as the point of a talon tapped gently against her nose as if he was chiding some kid.

"Funny isn't it?" He cooed, and it wasn't.

"You used to have so much time for me, didn't you. We used to really spend time together..." the lack of his stutter was a warning she knew him too well to ignore.

"... but nowadays you're so desperate to get out of my presence that I can literally see your skin crawl while you're forced to be around me. It's happening right now Sei... ain't it."

That was a lie, and she wanted to slap his hand away from where it pointed towards her chest, push him back towards the throne behind him and tell him how stupid an attack that was. She's always had time for him, she gave him infinite time, she gave him so much of herself that she'd been crumbling, she wanted to tell him the truth of it, that how much she gave him had been killing her, but she couldn't, he didn't give her the chance.

"You've got allllll the energy in the world for your little friends though, don't you. You've got laughter and happiness to pour all over them, fill them up with, show them how much you care, but not me, not anymore. And you know, that's got me thinking recently!"

The smile was fake but the monster behind it wasn't. He may as well have been snarling, and she was fully aware he wasn't really attempting to hide that at all.

He stepped a fraction closer again, close enough for her to reach and press a warning hand against his chest as he leaned further down to meet her eyes, the veneer of his calm cracking under the weight of the now haggard, panting breathes he whistled through that vicious smile, the terror in his eyes. She didn't understand any of this, why was he so afraid when it was him pressing this onwards, why was he so panicked when the act was so calm? His skin was like fucking fire under her hand and the push she gave to try and move him back did nothing.

"Made me realise, maybe I was never your friend really - maybe I was just something you held onto like a lifeline in the storm of your shitty life choices, huh?" She felt tears rise, this wasn't fair, this was too real now, this was being aimed at his friend not his employee, but he wouldn't stop.

"Taken for a ride while you lead me on all these years. That would explain it, right? How much you got for them, how much you'll give them, when I'm just a burden to you. Or..."

His mouth was next to her ear and she wanted to beg him to stop before it was too late, before he did what she knew he was about to do. To stop before he decimated everything, but the words were caught behind the sob she refused to let spill as he drove the knife home with one last twist.

"Maybe the real problem here Seifa, is they are more than friends, hmm? Because that's your real operation method, isn't it. That's how you get what you want, everyone knows it. Maybe they met your standards, but you just never saw me as good enough to fuck."

The crack of his jaw against her fist echoed through the stone throne room for long enough to make the silence that came after all the more horrible.

She remembers that, that noise and the pain ripping through her hand in burning waves, but she doesn't really remember the rest. 

She doesn't fully remember what she saw, the flash of those glaring, monstrous eyes that burned down on them both as Troy reeled in horrified shock, cradling his face in confusion like he couldn't understand why she'd just hit him, she doesn't remember the flicker of Siren wings or the laughter that echoed somewhere in the back of her mind but made no sound.

It's a daze. Whatever he whispered pleadingly after, teary-eyed and shaking, she didn't hear.

She doesn't remember leaving and how she stormed down the Cathedral halls and into the freezing night air, doesn't remember who saw her or if clergy had been there. Doesn't remember the way she'd mindlessly picked towards the hi-rise Ven's quarters were in before realising she was walking the wrong way, or how effortlessly she'd flipped the ignition in her ship, or how prepped she'd been to jump out of Pandora's orbit soon as she hit safe distance, doesn't remember any of it.

But the pain in her hand and the look in his eyes after, she fucking remembers that.

[beck-a-leck]

Fanfic Writer 20 Questions

Tagged by @thychesters Thanks Kate!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

56 on my main page, plus 5 others that are secret (aka Anonymous and don't show up in the count)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

772,412

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

~10, I have a lot of sub-fandoms as part of a larger fandom. Including but not limited to: Star Wars, Story of Seasons/Harvest Moon, Rune Factory, MCU, and many moons ago Voltron, Transformers, and Harry Potter.

4. What are your top 5 fics by Kudos?

[Redacted Anonymous fic] at 1218

Aggressive Negotiations at 312

Wells of Silence at 287

[Redacted Anonymous fic] at 280

Weekend Guests at 209

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! Or at the very least, I try to respond to as many comments as I can. I love being able to strike up conversation with my readers, and wallow in angst with them for a while. At the very least, I like letting them know I appreciate their feedback.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm... that's probably the fic where I gave Anakin Skywalker an almost happy ending; twins, husband, you know the drill. And then I violently took pretty much all of that away. Killed Obi-Wan, killed the twins, left her with a heaping pile of survivor's guilt. That's probably my angiestiest fic.

But also, I write rather a lot of angst, so...

There's also the one where I gave a child 23 older sisters, and then had them slowly and painfully die off, leaving her alone as the sole survivor. (Star Wars)

And there's the one where I detailed how an 8 year old accidentally killed his brother, thus screwing up everything so badly, the whole timeline had to be erased. (Loki)

And, well, Wells of Silence IS a canon compliant AU. And we all know how Revenge of the Sith ends.

Writing angst is fun okay!

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not really, no. Usually only when I'm messing around and being goofy, or if I'm combining a lot of sub-fandoms from a larger fandom group. But I don't really count those as true crossovers.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nothing specific comes to mind. I'm pretty sure years ago (and I mean like well over a decade at this point) I got trolled/hate on a fic by someone who was out to attack me specifically. I remember deleting the fic, and beginning to distance myself from the fandom. but obviously it didn't stop me from writing so... jokes on them. 😂

Otherwise, more recently I can only think of instances where people have used my fic comments as an excuse to vent about canon things they hate thinking they'll find a sympathetic ear, or got 5+ chapters into a long fic before saying 'it feels unrealistic that this character would do these things' to which I'm pretty sure I just shrug and don't respond.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't really write fanfic smut, no. It's not really my thing, and I'm happy cutting things off at an M/PG-13 rating for sexy times.

That being said, I have written non-fanfic smut before. No I'll never share it. It is well and truly laughably terrible.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

To my knowledge, no I haven't.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Many, many, many years ago @jessi-08 and I co-wrote and absolute crack fic for Jak and Daxter. It was deliriously fun times. But in a more ""serious"" capacity, no I have not.

13. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Nobody? I guess?? I'm not much of a shipper, really. I enjoy reading and writing ship-content, but I've never really felt devoted to any single ship in any fandom. I'm a multi-shipper? Omni-shipper? Basically, if the fandom can bring its A-game to a ship, I'll probably quite enjoy it.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I mean, there are a couple dozen unfinished WIPs in my writing folder that I keep around with the intention of maybe finishing them, but deep down I never will. But also, none of those are posted.

Thinking of where I am and how my fandom interests have shifted, I'm probably never gonna finish Weekend Guests. And I stubbornly refuse to admit that Dust and Ashes is dead, but also, I haven't touched it in years, and kinda forgot what I wanted to include in the story. 😬

15. What are your writing strengths?

Oh gosh... (what is this question? I can't say nice things about myself)

I guess I would say my scene setting. I love spelling out descriptions and providing the sensory experience when I can in the scenery. Otherwise, probably my ability to sink my angst claws into people and hurt their feelings with words about fictional characters while I torture them worse than canon does (usually)

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sticking to a goddamn regular posting schedule. I try not to get too wrapped up in writing regularly, so as to not punish myself for doing (or not doing) something that's supposed to be fun and relaxing for me. but damn I look at those WIPs that haven't been updated in months and I can't help but feel guilty.

Also, tied in with the above, starting too many projects before finishing up something else.

Also action scenes. and romance.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

It can work, I think, if it's done well. But usually, it's not done well, and it just feels clunky or tossed in for "spice." But like... pet names/nicknames in a native tongue, I am so weak for those! And it can also be a fun way to drop hints/foreshadowing, but as a bonus for the people who speak the language.

Idk, I'm not fluent enough in any language to feel like I have any definitive voice in the matter. I typically don't add other language dialogue because I don't trust google translate.

And if I'm writing for Star Wars, and it's an alien language anyways, I'm not digging that deep into the lore to construct a fictional language. That shit gets Universally Translated babey!

18. What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Jak and Daxter my beloved! I'll never let you go! Every five years or so, I'll spit out a new fic for you 💜

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Oh no! I can't pick favorites! Don't do this to me!

Wells of Silence still sits up in my top 5, for a number of reasons.

Another of my tops is actually one of my Anonymously posted fics, so I will not mention name or fandom, but it is very beloved.

And they've been on the forefront of my mind, so I've got a soft spot for Earth and Rebirth and Our Dear Empress

20. Who do you tag?

Hmmm, let's see. @durotoswrites, @jake-marshall, @lookforaspoopynewangle (I know kate tagged you, but consider yourself double tagged), @jessi-08, and... I have all of a sudden gone completely blank on which of my mutuals writes fic 😂😬 (i only slept for 3 hours last night. leave me alone. my brain is swiss cheese.)

As always, if you want to play along, you are more than welcome to say I tagged you!

[godkingsanointed]

More quick borderlands oc stuff,the day Jak-knife became the blight devil

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He didn't understand what was wrong,the other experiments had been going well! Three new anointed,stable,powerful. He was confident when he channelled the energy towards his bodyguard,his friend.Smile wide until the screaming started. This wasn't how It was supposed to go. The purple exploded from the pre-existing burns,he could hear the cracks of bones,of what he would discover later to be crystals shattering and rebuilding them. It all happened so fast and the whole room seemed to freeze. The whole room but Tyreen,a familiar dread washing over her. It was her that ran to him,snapping his attention to the fact he was still channelling the power into them. The second he stopped it was like a puppet who's strings had been cut,and Jak-knife hitting the floor in a fit of convulsions.

It was like whiplash,from the shocked stillness to the sickeningly rapid way their muscles seemed to be trying to escape their frame. Troy was pushing his way through the crowd that had formed around the spectacle when he  first spotted the thick purple fluid spilling from the mask ports. "TAKE IT OFF! THEIR CHOKING!!!" He screamed at a family member closer then he was. It occurred to him in that strange section of a panicked brain that still functioned calmly,that he'd never seen under it. The train of thought found no resolution as the member who reached for it got a chest full of crystal spikes for the trouble. Like a being possessed they had bolted upright and hit him with a shoulder charge,shaking him off like a crocodile shaking prey. They where holding their head in pain as they barely managed to stand,growths their still forming through skull.

They tried to speak,sputtering and choking with the effort. "D...DONT. STE...AL MY. FACE..." The crowd had dispersed to the very edges of the room,the twins the only people having not moved. Troy was distraught,Tyreen looked vaguely curious. He approached,trying to explain that that wasn't their face,that things would be ok but that they where going to drown,so please,let me look please- the way they flinched,an animal wounded at the outstretch of his hand halted him. They looked wild,half crouched and backing away from him,like he was a threat. Like he was a *monster*. He was stunned and rooted to the spot by the ache of his chest. He heard Tyreen tut and sigh from behind him,saw her approach. He felt dizzy from the way his breath was held,but released all of it in a cry as he watched her lay a gentle hand on the newly ruined shoulder. With a brief purple flash,Jak-knife was still again,this time crumpled on the floor.

Another sigh from her as he rushed to the floor to greet them. "Chill OUT Troy. I just drained *your* energy from them. Man you really juiced them up,might as well have had a cobra bite 'em with damage THAT does." After getting no reaction from him,she looked over to the family member that had been impaled. "Aww,their gunna be sad they did that" she noted,like she was referring to someone accidentally dropping a mug they like,or a child breaking a toy. She ordered everyone out and medics immediately,her comfort culminating as a hand on her brothers slightly twitching shoulders. "This is what happens when you get close to gods. They understand that. Do you?"

[ct-offical-sexyman]

Viveza and all the prequels

First of all; how dare you make me write out the plot of my own story. Second of all: thank you, this will probably help in the future.

Remember that this can all change in the future.

Spoilers for Viveza’s story below.

The Phantom Menace

Melinoe Lanami is sent to spy on the young queen of Naboo under the fake name Nize Raza. Her orders are to keep an eye on the girl until told otherwise. She takes up the disguise of Captain Panaka’s second in command.

She escapes the blockade with everyone else. A small communicator gives her a new order to signal the group's location to Maul.

When they arrive on Tatooine, Melinoe tries to go with Padme, Jar Jar and Qui Gon into town, but Qui Gon says they have enough people and forces Melinoe to stay behind. She doesn’t push it, knowing that insisting on following them would be too risky and blow her cover.

For the scenes on Tatooine Melinoe’s scenes are made up of her talking/sparring with Obi Wan or interacting with other members of the crew. I’m currently having reader block with this part of the story, because I’m trying to work out what Melinoe and Obi Wan talk about in regards to the life of a Jedi and the politics surrounding it. Because I feel like it could be really easy for me to fuck it up, and made really obvoius that Melinoe is a spy/sith.

Anyway; Jinn brings back Anakin and friends back to the ship where they’re attacked by Maul. Once they escape Melinoe and Anakin have a scene together where Anakin is still getting used to the cold on the ship. Melinoe finds him a blanket and sympathises with him saying that she grew up on a cold planet and it took a little while for her to get used to warmer places. This scene was originally between Anakin and Padme, but this is a good way to show Melinoe’s personality under the mask she puts up for herself.

At some point before they get to Coruscant Melinoe lets her guard down for a second and accidently reveals her real name to Obi Wan through the force.

During the Coruscant scenes Melinoe is put on guard duty over the handmaidens. So she doesn’t witness any of the stuff at the Jedi Temple.

When everyone goes back to Naboo, Melinoe is given orders to kill the Jedi just as Maul shows up to fight them.

Melinoe and Obi Wan get septured from Qui Gon and Maul when Maul pushes Obi Wan into Melinoe causing them both to fall off the platform. Obi Wan saves Melinoe by grabbing her hand, but they don’t talk about it because they’re both more focused on catching up with Qui Gon and Maul.

When Obi Wan starts fighting Maul, Melinoe gets caught behind the red force field. She has the opportunity to help Maul several times, but she realises ‘why should help him? I fucking hate him and hurt Eglantine on muiltable occasions’. Melinoe ends up leaving Maul for dead in order to make her escape from the planet.

She’s later seen back on Byss, giving Darth Heiss a report of what happened while leaving out and lying about several things. She’s informed that she’ll be punished for failing her mission and is dismissed.

Later on; she tells Eglantine about what happened, while being much more honest. Eglantine expresses relief about Maul’s death and Melinoe’s safe return.

Interlude

Abridged version of events in between TPM & AOTC;

Viveza stops using her birth name after Eglantine is killed by Heiss.

She disavows Darth Heiss and defects from Byss three years after Maul’s death, and two years after Eglantine’s.

Gets a ship and a T7 unit after taking it from a group of mandalorians.

Viveza travels to Eglantine’s homeworld of Marazi where she meets her first apprentice, Jaks Jr, and her eventual second in command, Jaks Snr.

While on Glee Anselm, Viveza meets her second apprentice, Thea, after Thea tries to chew her arm off. While breaking up a slave ring, Viveza meets Orianna and Nizzal, who become her third and fourth apprentices.

Meets Obi Wan again several times, but it’s always in a situation where she’s able to escape.

Attack of the Clones

Viveza is dragged into the plot when Obi Wan seeks her out to find information on the Kamino Saber Dart (knowing that after years of breaking up slave cartels she’ll have information about underground criminals like bounty hunters).

Since she owes Obi Wan a favour for saving one of her companions at some point, she agrees to help him. She tells him that the dart is from Kaimino. She later helps Obi Wan find his way to Kaimino when he hits a dead end.

While Obi Wan is having his conversation with Lama Su, Viveza is given a tour of the cloning facilities. This is where Viveza would meet Margo for the first time. They have a conversation where Viveza asks Margo what her life is like living on Kaimio. Margo avoids the question and eventually leaves.

They later meet Jango and work out that he’s the one who was hired to kill Padme. While Obi Wan is getting the council an update, Viveza is the one to notice that the Fetts are trying to escape.

After the fight between Obi Wan and Fett, Viveza is the one to throw the homing beacon on the Slave 1.

They follow the Fetts to Geonosis. Where they find out about Gunray making the order to kill Padme. They go back to Viveza’s ship where Obi Wan sends his findings to the council via Anakin's and Padme’s ship.

They are then captured by Jango and the droidekas. Viveza has her lightsabers taken and eventually they end up in the hands of Margo.

Viveza is put in a different cell to Obi Wan, and Dooku also tries to persuade her to join (but with a completely different speech). She refuses to hear him out, due to remembering the 14 years of suffering she endured at the hands of Heiss basically saying ‘I spent 14 years trying to escape and you expect me to go right back because of some empty words’.

I thought about having Dooku try to appeal to Viveza by playing the ‘i knew your father’ card, but then I realised there was no way Dooku could know who Viveza is, so :P.

Viveza is sentenced to death in the Geonosis Arena. Where she’ll face off against a Gundark. She manages to escape by tricking the gundark into running into the piller she’s chained to, causing the whole thing to crumble.

When the battle between the Jedi and the droids starts, Viveza holds her own without any lightsabers and still has her hands tied together.

When the Clones get there, Viveza takes the opportunity to leave and go look for her ship. When she finds it, she also finds Margo, who’s having a breakdown because her father just died and her brother tried to murder her.

Viveza’s plot on AOTC ends with Margo returning Viveza’s lightsabers to her and becoming Viveza’s fifth apprentice.

Interlude 2

I love you, Lou, BUT I CAN’T SUMMERRISE ALL THE CLONE WARS IN ONE POST! All you need to know is that Viveza wants revenge on Grievous for a lot of the stuff he’s done to her and her allies during the Clone Wars.

Revenge of the Sith

Viveza learns that Grievous is on Utapau and travels there hoping to kill Grievous herself. She runs into Obi Wan and they agree that it would be in their best interest to take Grievous on together. After defeating Grievous and getting Obi Wan’s lightsaber from Cody, Obi Wan starts escorting Viveza’s back to her ship via Boga (best girl, rip, I think?).

They get blasted off the side of a cliff but manage to escape. They meet up with Bail and Yoda and head to Coruscant to change the Jedi Beacon to make sure any other survivors know to stay away. Aftering finding out that Anakin turned to the darkside, Viveza is enraged that he killed all the younglings.

They go to question Padme about where Anakin is, but she refuses to tell them anything. When Padme leaves to find Anakin, Viveza and Obi Wan stowaway on her ship.

On Mustafar when Anakin thinks Padme betrayed him by bringing Obi Wan and Viveza he tries attacking her, but Viveza stops him by shooting him with force lightning. Padme is able to get away from Anakin with minor injuries.

Viveza and Obi Wan engage in a fight against Anakin. After the facility’s shields get deactivated, Viveza gets separated from Obi Wan and Anakin.

I can either have Viveza and Obi Wan meet back at the ship or have her find them just as Obi Wan gets ‘the high ground’, but the thing about the second option is that Viveza wouldn’t want to take any changes and would probably put Anakin out of misery when he’s burning alive.

Either way they end up back at the ship with Padme. While on the ship Obi Wan and Viveza have a moment where they just lean on each other in exhaustion.

Padme goes into labour as they're travelling to Polis Massa. She gives birth to the twins and is predicted to make a full recovery in time. (because fuck you canon!). She’s heartbroken by what Anakin has done, but vows to fight for her children.

The ending is another point where I’m not quite sure where to take it. I could just go with the original ending where Leia is adopted by Bail, and Luke is sent to Tatooine right away, but I feel like Padme wouldn’t want to be separated from her children. At the moment I’m thinking she’ll go into hiding for around two years but after one too many close calls she begrudgingly accepts to send each of them into hiding. With Leia being sent to live with Bail and having her name changed to Leia Organa and Luke being sent to live with Owen. Maybe I’ll find some other direction.

Viveza sets out to see how many of her allies and connections are still loyal to her or if they decide to shift their loyalty to the newly formed Empire. Her first order of business to find out what happened to Margo, because she hasn’t contacted Viveza since Maul’s capture.

[miqojak]

B A S I C S

(Much of this - and more - can be found on her carrd!)

Name: J'kesri Denma - Goes by Jak, her tribal name is known to maybe a total of 3 people? And only one of them is allowed use of it in private.

Nicknames: 'The Dragon', Jackal (the name she went by as a thief on the streets of Ul'dah), Ember (former), Empress Ember (former), Little Robin

Age: 27ish, give or take a year - she's not sure exactly. I've been aging her...once each real life year since 2019 (when I said she was 22ish, give or take some), but she's always just had a sort of estimate on her age.

Nameday: She has no idea!

( I do like to think that she's a Scorpio in our real world Western Zodiac - which I don't know how to translate to Eorzean dates - and a Dragon, like me, in the Eastern zodiac.)

Race: Miqo'te, Seeker of the Sun

Gender: Female

Orientation: I'd say she's over all Graysexual, maybe some degree of Demi or Sapiosexual? The perfect storm has to happen for her to want any sort of intimate relationship... even friendship is hard to manage (she very genuinely seeks out intelligent/clever people to have around her), but a true relationship that's 'romantic' or sexual? Well, the perfect combination of events accidentally happened once. But gender has never really entered into it? She just so happens to have attracted and ended up with men in RP! She was/is poly as well, but has agreed to be monosexual with her current partner!

Profession: Restaurant Manager/Owner, Jazz Club Owner/Manager, Tattoo Artist (by appointment, not widely known)

Not publicly known: Criminal (it's a broad umbrella, but her activities outside of the Yakuza are often no less devious than within), Yakuza leadership (Wakagashira/second in command, current acting head of the family while the Oyabun is on indefinite hiatus), Cat burglar! She's very Selena Kyle - her goal is to do more burglary around Ul'dah to screw over the wealthy elite...and maybe actually do some good for people like her, barely scraping by in the gutters, forgotten by society.

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Black/Orange - most often slicked back and partially braided, partially tied into a tight ponytail. When relaxed/at home she may opt not to do all the work to tame her hair to look more 'coiffed' as she does in public, and it is about shoulder length, and quite curly!

Eyes: Gold/Green

Skin: Olive/light brown, gold undertones

Tattoos/scars:

-Scars: One small slash at each cheek, one across the bridge of her nose. Levin/lightning scarring in bursts at both shoulders and biceps. A long, ragged scar spanning the length of her back, from the inside of the left side of her neck, to the top of her right buttock.

-Tattoos: Black dragon that winds up the right half of her body. Jackal on her left forearm. 3 Phoenix down feathers on her right wrist. A watercolor robin tattooed just under her left breast, along her ribs.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Deceased, slain by Garlemald in Gyr Abania

Siblings: The only one left alive is her twin brother, J'vynia/Vynnie, @miqo-vynnie, who no longer plays...and she kinda wrote Vynnie out of her life after some things she saw as huge betrayals. She talks shit, but she's been off-kilter ever since he left her life! They had a very Yin/Yang dynamic... where Jak was actually more of the Yang/masculine side of things that's very active... and now missing that more passive and down to earth aspect of Yin? She's been really out of control for a long time. Luckily, the lover she never expected to have has done a good job of grounding her.

Grandparents: Unknown.

In-laws and Other: None.

Pets: She doesn't do pets. As much as I like animals... Jak grew up tribal and sees animals as food, and find the concept of a beast in her home dirty and a waste of resources and time. (And one more thing she could get attached to and lose!) Fun fact: She doesn't like any sort of large bird, and they're one of the few things that actively frighten her! This includes things like Griffons, and Chocobos... those big, yellow birds have murder in their eyes... better to eat them, before they eat you.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Keen eyesight and incredibly sensitive hearing; can play piano by ear; martial arts; prefers (non-lethal) poisoned throwing knives/staying at range; when equipped with her DRK soul crystal, her skillset vastly expands - altering her fighting style entirely, and emboldening her with the knowledge that she can now both inflict - and sustain - more damage in close combat.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Diligent/honest - often too honest. She takes even her positive qualities to extremes, and works out too hard, spends too much time trying to excel as a Wakagashira in the Yakuza who is a woman... and she sets extremely high goals for herself and others...which leads into her negative traits.

Most Negative Trait: Judgemental/applies high standards to others. She has a twisted set of standards that makes sense to her, and likely not to many others, most of these rooted in years of trauma - but her high goals were intended to be a good thing. Even for others...she simply pushes both herself, and others (especially if she LIKES you) too hard, more often than not. She believes in constantly bettering oneself, and... she's a creature of extremes. It's hard for her to know when it's too much/she's asking too much...of anyone, to include herself.

L I K E S

Colors: Gold/white, red/black

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Moko only, these days, to relax now and then.

Drugs: Former somnus addict - she's worked hard to beat this addiction...and continues to, because addiction is a lifelong curse even once you're clean! But she doesn't like anyone or anything having control over her - and an addiction controls your life more than any other person could! (Plus it's a way that other people COULD control you, in her mind. All the more reason to have dropped the habit.)

Alcohol: She used to be a bit of an alcoholic, on top of a drug addict - she's had a lot of impetus and encouragement to get her shit together...and has! She drinks recreationally/to relax, but takes it easier these days... you're easier to take advantage of, and more likely to say or do things you shouldn't, when drunk...and she likes to be in control!

Been Arrested: Not yet! She's run from the Blades in Ul'dah more than once...but it's not a crime if you don't get caught, right??

Tagged by: @chadhunkler ! Sorry it took me a bit to find the spoons, but thank you for thinking of me! I do love to do little things like this...and should do this for my Male Miqo and my kitsune to better flesh them out, honestly...

Tagging - some people in my notifs, and anyone who hasn't done it/wants to! @uldahstreetrat, @lightyouarelikes (for whoever you want to do it for), @wpip-raham, @xmimiteh, @twelvesblades (if you want to do it!), @briar-ffxiv , @shieldandarrow , @captainqster

(I'm trying to fight the uphill battle against my depressive apathy/malaise... I know deep down I want to be active and meet people and RP and take part in things!! So thanks for tagging me and interacting, folks!)

[obsesiveblue]

Name :Yala (the queen of monsters)

Gender : female.

Nation: skeleton.

She's the twin sister of Yamala and the mother of three brother's (Wingding,Fuoco and Tyrant).

She as an monster always was calm and composed ,remaid as an beautiful soul almost an angel she had an hard of gold . (she's dead I need to write)

Yala became the queen of monsters after her husband ,the actual king died before that they lived like in an beautiful tale .

Her oldest son Tyrant didn't like that his mother took all the responsibility after they'r father got murdered by an human. After that relations between them became worse but she knew that her children are not ready to rule an kingdom .

Polish version

Imię : Yala ( królowa potworów )

Płeć : kobieta .

Rasa: szkielet .

Jest bliźniaczką Yamala oraz matką trzech braci( Tyranta,Fuoco i Wingdinga ).

Spokojna i opanowana wspominana często jako piękna dusza czy anioł miała wręcz złote serce.( Ona nie żyje)

Yala przejęła obowiązki swojego męża , krola po jego nagłym odejściu przedtym żyli jak niezwykłej baśni.

Jej najstarszemu synowi nie spodobało się ,że jego matka przejęła obowiązki ich ojca po tym relacje Tyranta z nią znacznie się pogorszyły. Yala za to była pewna ,że to nie jest pora dla jej synów by wybrali pomiędzy sobą kto ma rządzić.

[carriagelamp]

November Book Review - Freedom at last!

In a lot of ways I had more time to read this past month -- or at least more time to read without feeling guilty -- so I had a lot of fun with the various books I read this month. In particular, I really enjoyed the Canadian lit I was able to dig up; I never really gave enough attention to the writing my own country was producing and honestly we’re rocking this!

A Royal Guide To Monster Slaying

The novel I just finished, and the first Canadian novel I’ll mention here. This was an adorable take on fantasy monster slaying! This is a world were the various tribes of the land historically united under the leadership of a single clan, Clan Dacre, who were famous monster slayers. In exchange for leadership of the kingdom, Clan Dacre guaranteed that they would always have trained monster slayers available to protect to people, lead by the second born child of the royal family. The problem for Rowan though is that she is the eldest twin and destined to be queen while her brother becomes the royal slayer... despite the fact that they’re both better suited for the other role.

What really sets this book apart for me, was the compassionate approach the “slayers” had towards the monsters -- they were much more like monster conservationists who focused on learning about monsters, and trying to relocate or rehabilitate them so that the monsters could return to their rightful home rather than terrorize villages and have to be put down. They use a very scientific lens to view this high fantasy setting and it’s delightfully refreshing!

Of Fire And Stars

Also a fantasy medieval setting, though not Canadian this time. Instead, very queer! Princess Dennaleia has known since she was a child that while her older sister ruled their own kingdom, she was to be betrothed to the crown prince of the neighbouring kingdom. She has prepared for this her entire life. However now that she’s there, things keep going wrong - everything from her dangerous and illegal magic that she must keep hidden, to a sudden murder, to the complicated relationship she’s developing with the prince’s unruly and wild sister. While this book isn’t necessarily bringing anything particularly new to the table, it’s fun to see familiar beats and tropes done with a sapphic twist.

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me

An absolutely stunning graphic novel about the tumultuous relationship between two girls, Freddy and Laura, as well as the complications that relationship brings to the other relationships in Freddy’s life. This isn’t necessarily a “feel-good” story, but it is an incredibly cathartic one. The message, symbolism, and art is all stunning and I would definitely recommend it.

Underground To Canada

Swinging back towards some of the Can Lit I’ve read this month! This is a classic Canadian children’s novel, I remember being completely blown away by it when I read it as a class study in elementary school. It’s about two young slave girls forced to work on a Southern cotton plantation, and their eventual escape and desperate flee via The Underground Railroad towards Canada and the promise of freedom. I know that there’s definitely controversy surrounding this book, especially in the depiction of the underground railroad and the glorification of it -- as a white person in Canada I’m not really best suited to have an opinion on this, though I read some articles along side the book itself. In my experience, reading it as a child was an eye-opening introduction to the topic itself, though obviously as a children’s novel, much like previous books I reviewed (like Fatty Legs), it never goes into all the dark depths it could.

A Bear In War (and its sequel Bear on the Homefront)

A Canadian picture book I read for Remembrance Day, depicting the true story of one girl’s experience of her family living through WWI in Canada, and her father needing to go to the Europe to fight. The story is, charmingly, told through the point of view of her teddy bear, and it was heartbreaking enough to make some second graders cry.

Poppy & Sam books

Swinging back to the lighter side of Can Lit are these two absolutely adorable graphic novel / picture book hybrids. They’re simple, beautifully illustrated little adventures of the titular Poppy and Sam as they wander around their garden home and help their friends. So worth the read, whether it’s with a young early reader who would appreciate the simple speech bubbles and clear pictures, or if you’re older like me and just want something wholesome.

Jak and the Magic Nano-Beans

No longer Canadian, but still a great little graphic novel for emergent readers. Seriously this book was buckwild. Jak, a cyberpunk badass, and her robot COW12 have a wild adventure based off the classic Jack and the Beanstalk. I really don’t know where to begin or end about this, it was bizarre but the art style was very cool.

Dream Jumpers: Nightmare Escape

With all the cool, innovative, beautiful graphic novels out there, it makes you wonder how this happened. Absolute garbage. Miserable protagonist, shitty misogyny, an incredibly basic plot premise, and ugly ugly art. 0/10.

Yakari Chez Les Castors

Belgian comics can just be so damn gorgeous, and this is clearly not the exception. These Yakari comics seem to be simple stories, but the art is wonderful (I love this style) and it’s all quite charming. Again... cannot comment on the potential racism inherent in it because as carefully as I try to judge, I am white and not educated well enough in these issues. For the most part it seems harmless to me, besides for some probable pan-indianism at play, but I’m mildly distrustful of any story told about First Nations people that isn’t also written by them until I hear otherwise.

Ghosthunters and the Totally Moldy Baroness

I love Cornelia Funke as an author. This wasn’t one of her best works, but it was also for a younger audience than most of the novels I’ve read by her. For a chapter book, it was as quirky and fun as I would normally expect!

Jem and the Holograms: Infinite

Look, I know next to nothing about Jem and the Holograms, besides the little bit I picked up when the failed move reboot came out. But even then, this was just a fun romp. The art was pretty, the ladies were badasses who all had very distinct personalities, and it had lesbians. What more can I ask for in my graphic novels?

The Adventures of Reddy Fox

Last book I’ll mention, because for a while it was also the last book I saw before falling asleep. I started this back in October when things were still pretty stressful, and it was a very zen book to use as a bedtime story for myself. I remember my mom reading it to me and my brother when we were little. They very much fable-style animal tales, these ones all focusing around the rather cocky and foolish Reddy Fox, though there were tales about many of the different characters that lived in these woods. Simple, cute, classic. A lovely story to wind down with.

[mmnana-blog1]

⊹ ˚.  OOC ; INTRODUCTION. ps. give this a like for plotting!

hello everyone !!! faye here and i cannot say how excited i am for this rp. i’m so happy to introduce y’all to kim hana, one half of the kim twins and your ray of sunshine ♥ this girl is a third year and 18 years old, find her in ju jak with her dwarf rabbit probably doing something dumb ahsdakdncd please read more about this baby here and look into her profile here, i promise she’s loads of fun !!! now i might have done something crazy and completely out of character, but i made her some OPEN PLOTS so check ‘em out loves. i cannot wait to start writing with everyone so feel free to jump into my ims or call me out on twitter @ foxglves and we’ll get somethin’ going !!! and take a peek under the cut to read more about miss kim hana pls  ♥

so this lady here is the only daughter of the current minister of magic and she is one of the nicest people you’ll meet!! 

hana and her twin brother were born in london, england where they lived until they were around eight years old, then making the big move to south korea so they could attend school at yosul

meet her twin @mmgyul !!! hurt him she’ll hurt you

her and hangyul are thicker than thieves like when they first got to yosul and they were sorted into different houses, she tried to get switched SO QUICK

but that made her brother made so she stopped doing stuff like that oops

 struggles a lot in school so you’ll probably see her asking for help a lot :(

but she’s so determined and doesn’t get discouraged easily. after all, she entertained the idea of becoming an auror for yearssssssss but that’s for hangyul ( and she doesn’t think she’s good enough )

doesn’t really have a good relationship with her father, she thinks he’s a big meanie and is often too hard on both of his children,,, she likes her mama a lot more

her mother often scolded her as a child for not controlling her thoughts and emotions so she encouraged her to keep a diary and write all of her feelings in it. this helps a lot with her short fuse and she takes it everywhere with her

her favorite class is care of magical creatures and her least is potions 

this girl is a little bit of troublemaker with a loud mouth, but she has the sweetest and most gentle soul

you will hardly see her without her little dwarf rabbit named kujo, that little thing follows her everywhere

she currently has pink hair so she’s easy to spot in a crowd, hana is trying to figure out spells to make her hair grow & change its color without any dye lmao

god she’s so gullible and naive you could probably talk her into doing some dumb stuff

please love her, hate her, whatever but let’s get stuff going!

[embrues]

*snoop dog vc* greetings loved ones let’s take another journey.. if you like insomniac boys with shitty pasts who don’t give a good goddamn who GOT that juicy redemption ark then do i have a deal for you ! for one easy payment of a fruit roll-up, you too could have this aforementioned fella !  ( there are absolutely no refunds bc i eat the payment immediately sorry )

☾*✧･ﾟ:*「 lee hoseok ( wonho ). transmale. he/him. 」did you know that there’s a human in seoul named hyun jitae? they have been here for their entire life and they are an officer. they are currently twenty-five and is not a part of the ju jak and does know about the magi. i heard that they are known to be pugnacious, but worry not ! i heard they are also very stalwart too. remember to stay out of trouble, the magi are lurking around every corner ! ( markus, nineteen, he/him, cst. )

tw for transphobia, abuse, in general just some awful parenting, violence and death.

so, let’s start from the beginning, where all full stories rightfully have to. born to a hunter and housewife, he was the third of three children and was the first girl of the family.  his innocence could only last so long with the corruption in his bloodlines, an ancestry of hunters stretching many years through the hyun family and long standing supporters of the ju jak cause. it was a poison that was passed down to each generation when they matured and he would be no different.

his parents had been fairly lax, bringing his twin brothers up, two years his senior, but they toughened up when he was born. jitae was expected to be their picture-perfect child, ideally one who would marry into another family of hunters to keep the lineage going, seek out magi and do as he was told. from a young age, a gender divide was very much enforced upon him ; he was told that pink was for girls, blue was for boys and all the other ridiculous stereotypes. he wasn’t allowed to play with his brothers’ toys, even though he clearly had a much higher interest in them. they insisted on having him wear skirts, even though all he really wanted to do was steal his brothers’ shirts.

his father was always far too busy to be emotionally involved with anything he was up to, his mother, though she held the same ideals as his father did, was much more encouraging – even when he seemed to only want to throw mud outside with his brothers or spend his time sat quietly maneuvering small bugs around his hands. life seemed easier then, and if you ever were to ask he’d like to come back to here, the fragile and comfortable age of five.

at nine, he officially ditches his full name and takes on the shorter, snappier shortening of it, blatantly ignoring anything else. he also ditches a lot that was forced onto him, and begins to slowly tarnish the image that has been built around him – the first step in that is cutting off long, brilliant locks with a pair of safety scissors. ( he’s grounded for a solid month for that particular endeavor after a rather long beating, but they at least take him to a barber to clean up the botched job. )

up until he was about thirteen, the veil over his eyes remained. he’d always been warned to not get to curious what his father got up to in the late hours of the night, or why his brothers always went with him. up until then – and then shit starts to hit the fan when he is thrown head first into long training sessions. he finds comfort in ripped jeans and stolen shirts, cardigans and hoodies have become his safety net. at least, he surmises, he has this one thing that he could have for his own. ( even that was something borrowed, snagged from his brothers’ closets. )  his mother seems to catch on, discreetly leaves recently bought t-shirts sprinkled within his wardrobe. he dyes his hair blonde for a few months, not without strong opposition, before returning to his natural black – he’s experimenting, more than anything else, wants to smash as many of the buttons set in front of him as possible and come into his own instead of the mold he was crammed into. teacher often being an older cousin, or his elder brothers the days his father will allow, endurance and agility training quickly become his daily after-school activity. knives and hand-to-hand combat were his favorite though, each unfortunate mistake earned him a new nick or a bloodied lip when he wasn’t quite fast enough. wasn’t quite good enough. ( even though he resented his father, he wanted him to be proud. )

at fifteen, he starts sneaking out with his elder brothers whenever they can manage. instead of paying attention to their father’s long lectures on preparation and being adaptable, the three sit outside and complain together. his brothers smoke cheap cigarettes that they buy with their minimum wage ; he steals a drag here and there, and makes his brothers swear not to tell. ( he doesn’t really care if they do, though. maybe hopes that they did. )  gets much too competitive during short spars and more than satisfied when he can manage to beat any of his older relatives.

seventeen brings a new form of rebellion, but most notably confusion about his identity. his brothers wholeheartedly accept his requests to refer to him by jitae but his father remained adamant and bigoted in his ways. outbursts aimed at him became frequent, to be dubbed unfit for the family had brought more than feelings of rage within jitae but snapped something he didn’t know he had. halfway through that seventeenth year, he’s arrested for defacing of property. ( he may or may not have painted profanity in bold red letters on some unsuspecting victim’s vehicle. ) in homage to his first arrest, many long summer days spent doing community service.

at eighteen, it seems as if all the world’s anger has seeped into his body. where mischief and joy once lingered, pure hatred for the situation around him blackens his entire being. he starts getting into fistfights, and comes home ( more often than not ) at three in the morning. if his parents wanted to disown him before, they’re on the verge of it now ; they can’t stand who he has become, and it all comes to a very ugly head when he brings a girl home and his parents find out.

everything seems to click into place, somehow working in his favor that makes even his nihilism fall silent. his father gives up the prospect of the short fuse having any use as a hunter, and that’s his chance and he takes it. flees their family home with well wishes from his older brothers who offer him a hand, an out. he politely declined, his pride always more prominent that the two combined. he lives in something like peace, it’s quiet and almost maddeningly so but he maybe can equate that to comfort. eventually manages to get access to hormone therapy, taking up a job as a cashier for some local understaffed business that was understaffed. he manages, daily phone calls to his concerned mother who’s always sure to tell him that his father still does love him. ( fat chance, he’d always butt in before she can finish the phrase. )  

easing into a monotonous pattern of life comes with great difficulty but he does manage, heads to the gym near religiously everyday to work away any stresses. learning to loosen when strangers smile at him, even smiles back some days. things were fine, a little rough but fine. he’s on the cusp of twenty-four when he gets the call from his hysteric mother, his father has been killed. things.. things change then. he heads back home because he cannot abandon his mother there and leave grief to eat away at her. ( like slipping on an old glove- it fits perfectly yet it was unfamiliar. he thinks maybe this is how life truly spits in his face. ) what comes next can only be described as a domino effect.

he takes up the torch, when he knows he shouldn’t and even with the reasoning voices of his brothers. he had fallen back into the cavern he worked so hard to crawl out of, a stout pillar of the ju jak standard all over again. he is certain he doesn’t have the strength to make the climb up a second time. he keeps a pistol holstered to his thigh, a trained eye on everyone around him. heavy circles are a stain under his eyes, the scars that litter the canvas of his body remind of a past almost escaped. ( something screams that this is what he was made for, BORN FOR. NOW HERE’S THE KICKER ; he knows that once he slips, he will not rise & will only greet depravity like an old friend. )

but he doesn’t. with the reappearance of a certain elder hyun, the decision to drop his role as a hunter, fall from the ju jak emerges and it doesn’t take much deliberation on his part. he leaves, abandons the cause and everything he once stood for. (  thought he stood for; CONVINCED himself he stood for. )  joins the police to stand alongside his older brother.

personality-wise ? he’s STILL an absolute shit most of the time, pretty abrasive. y’know, rubs just about everyone and their grandmother the wrong way. he’s aggressively opinionated and he’ll break your goddamn nose if you try to pull any shit on him or his loved ones.

curses like an absolute sailor.. every other word is likely a swear. 

feel free to slide on up into my ims or hit me up on discord for plots ( you might have to give me yours since i don’t think.. you cAN ADD MINE SINCE I DON’T ACTUALLY HAVE A NAME OK IT’S A WHOLE THING )