#oc insp: Adhira Berkana

[imogenkol]

— OCS AS HORROR THEMES/TROPES

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MEAT AS HORROR

meat hooks and conveyor belts and cold metal. the warm eyes of a stupid animal, completely unaware of the watering mouths that await it. "cut here" lines drawn on the body, slabs of steak that bleed and bleed, unrelenting. are you hungry? would you kill to stay alive? you feel like prey, or maybe like predator. sinew is stuck between your teeth, and gore dribbles down your chin. don't chip your teeth on the bones. you feel like the top of the food chain, and don't see the eyes gleaming behind you.

JUST CATHOLIC TRAUMA

(tw for implications of self harm) here god is judgment. every action is weighted, every action is watched. tally marks on a scoreboard, on skin, your body on a golden scale, and you can't shed enough weight to stop it from tipping. worship isn't enough. sacrifice isn't enough. guilt lays across you in layers. blankets, sheets of snow, cling-wrap cutting off your circulation. you can't save yourself, but you can never stop trying. fire licks at your heels, a constant reminder of what is inevitably waiting for you.

HEAVEN AS OBLIVION

there is absolutely nothing for you now. you are dead but not gone, you've passed on to the next realm and hit an infinitely extending wall. your fingers dissolve before your eyes, your eyes melt out of your head, your head does not exist. you are not present anywhere, and you cannot hear anything. you've dodged hell, but at what cost? this is all there is now.

FAMILY AS A CULT

you will never need anyone else. outsiders will hurt you, aim to corrupt you and ruin you and leave you in pieces, but your family will always be there for you. everyone has the same eyes, the same smile. the same sickly yellow light cast over their skin. the same tastes, the same food that melts to gray sludge on your tongue. family recipe. hugs last too long, touches linger and sting like sunburn. don't stray too far. if you come back looking like a wolf rather than a sheep, the dogs will eat you.

[imogenkol]

— OCS AS KINDS OF SUFFERING

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DESPAIR

The tunnel never had a light. You wish for nothing because you know you'll receive nothing, and your hopes died out long ago. The only thing that keeps you going is the thrill of emptiness you feel when things don't turn out your way. It's bitter. It's proof. Proof that you don't feel this way for nothing.

note: how she felt for the majority of her life deep down… Imogen “I don’t deserve a happy ending and I don’t want one” Kol right here. What being misplaced in the Jedi does to a mf. Luckily this mindset shifts once she fully accepts Bix into her heart.

THE BLACK HOLE

There's a hole where your heart used to be and nothing is filling that hollow void. You could drown in a world curated for you, and still nothing seems to fit. It eats you alive knowing you're unsure how to satiate the hunger of your soul. It's barely hunger, it's more like a blackhole.

note: now that Morgan is dead and she’s stranded in a different galaxy, Adhira is very much struggling now that she lacks any purpose. But then again….maybe she always did.

YEARNING

The pain in your chest bubbles knowing that what you want may never be yours. You're lost in a fantasy world, or consumed by what you wish you were or had as opposed to what you do. It's hard to appreciate what's around you when you're appreciating the hope of what could be instead.

note: Desperately wants what she believes she can’t have. Love. Happiness. A life without constantly fighting. If only she just opened her eyes and realized it’s all there, she just needs to be brave enough to take it.

THE GIVER

Your energy depletes as you hand it out to anyone passing by your basket. People walk by and take, but no one ever leaves. You're constantly running on low when people keep asking you to give. You'd give your soul away for free, and then what left do you have of yourself if you can't say no?

note: she has issues with overworking herself and becoming so immersed in taking care of others that she neglects her own needs. It’s mostly because she deeply cares, but it’s also because she wants to outrun the things that haunt her.

[imogenkol]

— WIP LAST LINE(S)

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there were three apprentices and only one planet…

“You and I, we’re the same right now,” Adhira said, unflinching.

Shin’s harsh grip on the Nightsister’s arm loosened a small fraction before it tightened with even more force. Adhira was sure there would be a bruise there this time tomorrow. “We are nothing alike, witch,” the mercenary snarled as her gaze briefly darted down. 

A smug thrill shot up Adhira’s spine, urging her to keep the pressure on. “No? Tell me, where’s Baylan? Where’s Morgan? We’re alone, Shin. Aimlessly adrift in a galaxy far, far away. I don’t know my purpose any more than you do. So forgive me if I want something to take my mind off things for a little while.”

“You’re not alone, you know,” Sabine interjected, drawing the attention of the two other women back to her. She threw her hands up. “I’m standing right here.”

[imogenkol]

— OCS AS CHILDREN OF AGAMEMNON & KLYTEMNESTRA

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ELEKTRA

You were born with the weight of generations on your shoulders, and the gleam of a blade in your hand. You are brave, brave in a way which is rare, which is deadly. Put down your grief. You are safe here. You, the storm-cloud, you, the inferno-- stop biding your time. You were born for this.

ORESTES

Who are you? Who do you think you are? Are you prisoner to a story written long before you were born? Look at me. Listen. You do not have to be brave anymore. Stop looking at the sky like it will swallow you whole. You do not have to walk this world alone.

IPHIGENIA

You are old for your years. You are the pioneer of your family's fate, its creator. You want control, like most people-- like most people, you have none. No, you will accept what you are given, and you will accept it with dignity. Do not be haunted by your childhood home. Do not be afraid-- on the other side of this suffering, there is salvation.

CHRYSOTHEMIS

You are written in and out in one breath. Hold on to yourself--storms are coming. Do not let them rid you of your empathy, your warmth, do not lose yourself in the bloodbath that is your family. The playwrights may forget you-- but the audience will not. There are happy endings for people like you. Hold on tight.

[imogenkol]

— OCS AS D&D CLASSES

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WARLOCK

You are a Warlock, a spellcaster given powers via a more powerful entity. The circumstances of this pact determine who you are, but all Warlocks are willing to seek out power and lore in service of their patron. You may be a bit lost in your own head at times, but only because you have so many thoughts, and your words can move mountains.

WIZARD

You are a Wizard, the most learned of the spellcasters. You pursue both knowledge and power with great zeal, but tend to neglect other aspects of life, such as your social life and physical fitness. However, when you do open up, you have as much to offer to the conversation or party as anyone else.

RANGER

You are a Ranger, an explorer of dangerous territories. You are fearless and cunning, traits necessary on your travels, but you tend to be closed off from others and overly pragmatic. Your connection with nature and skill with weaponry will carry you through most battles, and your sneakiness will let you avoid the ones it will not.

FIGHTER

You are a Fighter, a warrior trained in all forms of combat. While you may not want to solve every problem with violence, it is certainly what you are best at. You are a natural leader but can be single-minded when faced with a problem, which is why humility and friendship may be your greatest weapons.

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

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currently jumping all over the place in my wips so here have a sneak peak of this flashback I’m working on that takes place at the end of Fallen Order

Imogen held her crimson blade to the Second Sister’s throat, halting her path of escape. She may be weaponless, but Imogen knew from their many sparring sessions that Trilla was the furthest thing from harmless without her lightsaber. If the Inquisitor made a single move Imogen did not like, her head would come off. 

“It is over,” Imogen warned.

“Pity,” Trilla mused. Despite being at a disadvantage, she didn’t appear worried in the slightest. Her eyes glittered like a hunter who just captured its dinner. “We had fun together, did we not?”

It was foolish to believe Imogen would fall for sentimentality. Even with their intimate history, she possessed no fondness for her adversary. Such emotions had no place in her heart. “You will let me destroy the Holocron, Trilla. Or I will destroy you.”

Trilla laughed darkly as if she understood a joke that Imogen did not. “No matter what you do now, you are condemned. Whether your end be today or years from now — swift or slow — it is up to you, but your fate is sealed, Fourth Sister.”

Imogen nodded. “Perhaps it is better that way.”

“How so?” she asked with a subtle tilt of her head.

“When Vader took my leg, I realized I had only traded one set of chains for another.” Imogen leaned in, the blade of her saber inching a little closer to the other woman’s skin. It hummed deeply in anticipation as its harsh light reflected in both of their eyes. “If I am condemned, then so be it. Better to live truly free until I draw my last breath than to die for another cause that has nothing to do with me.”

and because I'm in a silly goofy mood.... how about some Adhira and Shin

Adhira watched Shin skulk off and noticed a small streak of dried blood stained the platinum strands at the back of her head. After a moment of deliberation, she excused herself from Morgan’s side and decided to follow.

Though she had only known the mercenary for a short period of time, she never thought that an enemy would be lucky enough to deal any damage. Adhira felt the first twinge of doubt in the capabilities of her unusual allies. They achieved a great victory together, but the forces that worked against them were not to be underestimated. Not even ones currently bound in cuffs under the watch of Lord Baylan. 

Hot on the trail of her scorned companion, Adhira quickly diverged to retrieve a medical kit. It would serve them well to establish a small gesture of care now more than ever — in the face of the unknown. After all, there would be no turning back at this point.

Shin secluded herself in a small washroom, her gloves discarded on the counter as she struggled to assess her wound. Her fingers lightly poked at the back of her head and Adhira saw the faintest grimace cross her sharp features. 

“Allow me to get a look,” Adhira said as she approached behind her. 

Shin’s piercing eyes tracked the Nightsister’s every movement in the reflection of the mirror like a cornered predator. “Keep your witchcraft away from me.”

“It’s a medpac,” Adhira pointed out smugly as she held the kit up. “We don’t need to trust each other, but I need you at your best and you need me at mine. Or this will all be for nothing.” 

A long beat of silence passed between them before Shin dropped her intense gaze. “Be quick.”

Adhira stepped in close and set the kit down beside Shin’s gloves. After she retrieved the hand scanner, she held it close to the source of the wound and waited. A small beep notified her of the diagnosis. “The gash isn’t too deep,” she said as she read the results. “But you have a mild concussion. I can spray the wound and give you a stimulant.”

Shin nodded.

“What is to happen with our new guest?” she asked, making conversation while she treated the mercenary’s head. Adhira’s fingers gently parted Shin’s hair to get a clear view of the cut. It did not bleed too much and what little that trickled out got lost in the light waves of blonde. She dabbed it clean with antiseptic, causing Shin to tense.

“That is up to my Master,” Shin answered dutifully, though Adhira caught a hint of frustration in her curt tone.

“Will she cause problems?”

“Surely.” 

Adhira hummed thoughtfully as she used bacta spray to close the cut. “I suppose we’ll see. But if the Mandalorian stands in the way of our goal, I won’t be as foolishly merciful as your Master.”

It happened in the blink of an eye. Shin turned, snatched Adhira by the throat and pinned her to the far wall with enough force that she wondered if she might need the bacta spray next. A grunt pushed out of her lungs as the canister flew out of her hand and clattered onto the floor. Apart from that, the washroom fell completely silent. Shin glared menacingly into the Nightsister’s eyes, but fear was not the first reaction Adhira felt.

“She is mine to deal with.”

[imogenkol]

🌙 ADHIRA BERKANA - ahsoka series

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[imogenkol]

— OCS AS HOZIER SONGS

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FRANCESCA

"i would do it again." honestly this song changed my life. i hope the people you love are worth suffering for.

CHERRY WINE

ahaha. the gentleness that comes not from the absence of violence but despite the abundance of it, am i right? insane how the song that feels most like falling in love is also a song about abuse. the lyrics "oh but she looks like sleep to the freezing" haunt me. this is a beautiful song, but i would never wish a relationship like this upon anyone. i hope you have some time to sit under the stars soon.

FROM EDEN

you might like the game slitherio. also, you're a bop. have you seen Good Omens? there's this snake demon you might really enjoy.

ABSTRACT (PSYCHOPOMP)

i mean, the world is so broken. and yet it's so beautiful it makes you want to cry. what can you even do with a feeling like this?

NFWMB

oh, it is a privilege to be loved by you. you'd break the world for the person you love. we all want a love like that, i think. we all want such utter devotion. save it for someone who deserves it, though, because not everyone does.