#speaking of the daughter has a name but there is also a hypothetical son

[i-am-thedragon]

What did you want to say about your hypothetical Flatland adaptation?

Glad you asked!

Long, long explanation below the cut.

So my Flatland story is sort of a sequel to the original story, and one that actually focuses more on Spaceland. It takes place at the beginning of the year 2050, fifty years after A Square's encounter with a three-dimensional sphere. A Square, at this point, has long since died miserable and alone in prison.

The third dimension, or 'Spaceland' is essentially just the universe as we know it. Earth is populated by geometric humans who see Flatland as an unexplainable curiosity and seek to study it. Of course, Spacelanders can only make their presence known once every millennium, so study has to consist mostly of observation.

There are two major science and technology enterprises leading the study of Flatland: GaussCo, and Sonnwell Scientific. GaussCo's Flatland division was founded and originally headed by a famous sphere named Albert, who was tasked with the duty of contacting Flatland at the beginning of 2000. His role as the head of GaussCo's Flatland division was passed down to his son Juno, and then to Juno's daughter Rutabaga, who is the current head in 2050.

Sonnwell Scientific came into the game a fair bit later, but is rapidly catching up in their research and advancements. However, there is a terrible reason for their success. Their scientists are kidnapping Flatlanders, imprisoning them in their labs, and performing all manner of cruel and unethical experiments on them! The public was outraged when they learned of this, but to Rutabaga's dismay, the outrage quickly died out in favour of morbid curiosity of the experiments' results.

Of course, what Sonnwell Scientific was doing should be a huge violation of the rule/tradition that Flatland can only be interacted with at the beginning of each millennium, but they had found a loophole. By capturing Flarlanders in dark vessels and not allowing them to see or know what was happening to them, they technically were not making themselves or the third dimension known to Flatland. From Flatland's perspective, a series of mysterious missing person's cases were occurring across the world.

The story begins on the eve of 2050. Rutabaga laments her legacy, the flaws of her father and grandfather, and the current state of affairs. In order to clear her head, she visits Flatland to observe it. Unfortunately, she arrives to find Sonnwell's scientists there collecting 'subjects'. She witnesses one of them take a mother and her children from a house.

Meanwhile, Edwin Square is out in town. To his surprise, there is a rush of people panicking, shouting claims of a notable politician disappearing right before everyone's eyes. Soldiers are quickly neutralising them. E Square rushes home to safety, only to find that his wife and children are missing. Realising that they've likely become the latest victims of the unexplained disappearances, he falls into a hysterical panic. Suddenly, a disembodied voice tells him, "You deserve to know the truth".

Rutabaga is absolutely violating the "once every millennium" rule/tradition by speaking directly to a Flatlander, but she does not care anymore. She attempts to explain to Edwin what has happened to his family, but he does not understand. So, like her grandfather, she pulls him into the third dimension, with which E Square is in awe. The lesson continues, and E Square refuses to return home without his family, but Rutabaga has no way of getting them back for him. In the meantime, she puts Edwin in a simulated two-dimensional space in her research facility, where he will live for the duration of the story.

From then on Rutabaga and her best friend/assistant Barnaby will try to find some way to rescue Edwin's wife and children, along with the rest of the captured Flatlanders, from Sonnwell's labs, while also dealing with their own personal problems and the flaws of society.

Of course, the whole thing is hypothetical. I don't think I have the patience or commitment to flesh out the entire thing into any medium.

[sytokun]

i was wondering your thoughts on jaune as a character tbh. today i was thinking about atla and where it succeeded versus where rwby failed (especially because miles luna himself has compared rwby to atla multiple times).

one thing i disliked about rwby is that all four of the girls are super important in some way. ruby has silver eyes, weiss is the SDC heiress (richest company in the world), blake is WF leader’s daughter (also from a wealthy family), yang’s mom is a maiden. none of them are normal.

in atla, we have aang (the avatar), katara (who’s the last southern tribe waterbender… kinda?), toph (rich family daughter), zuko (firelord’s son) and sokka… who is completely normal. i like how they have a normal guy in atla which makes him relatable to the viewer.

the problem is in rwby, this normal guy is jaune. who ends up sticking along in the plot and being forced by the writers to be in situations which get him hate from the fndm. miles said jaune is partially inspired by sokka (dorky funny strategist type) but at the same time it means jnpr has to be part of the rwby adventures for jaune to be around. which makes people dislike jaune even more.

i kinda rambled but i was wondering yours thoughts on him? where did he fail where sokka succeeded and so on in your opinion?

Not to mention the inclusion of Oscar who is basically Normal Guy 2.0 before Ozpin came along, but yeah.

Hypothetically, Blake would have been a great everyman type for Team RWBY had she not been revealed to be of noble birth. Had she been written more as an orphan left to fight on the wilds outside the Kingdoms, her humble origin would have been a good contrast to the rest of Team RWBY, and grounded her with the audience within the team.

But in regards to Jaune, I've had some discussions on my server about him, and he's a tough nut to crack. Speaking of his failure within the context of canon, there is a definitely a disconnect between him being essentially a fifth main character and being a part of the B-team.

Another shortcoming is that he often, as many have and will attest, steals moments much better suited for other characters. Him vs. Cinder and killing Penny come to mind, both of which would vastly benefit Ruby more. And I think it's because he doesn't have an arc to speak of, ironically given his name.

For Sokka, he has a very distinct arc and dynamic within the Gaang that doesn't really overlap with the others. Neither Aang, Katara nor Toph are natural skeptics, nor are they non-benders, nor do they have an interest in technology or strategy. And his actual arc revolves around learning to be a man - not immature machismo, but responsibility and virtue. This alone lets Sokka occupy a niche that makes him valuable to the audience, because his unique experience is valuable.

However, Jaune, like Oscar, has many aspects that feel poached from other characters. His struggles as a leader steps on the toes of Ruby's arc as a team leader. His implied backstory as being from a line of famous Hunters can overlap with Weiss and the Schnee legacy (though due to how vague this detail is, there's room to play with this to make it more distinct). His niche as a strategist/tactician also overlaps with Ruby, leaving fans to headcanon distinctions between them, such as making Jaune a more "big picture tactician", while Ruby is a more "boots on the ground" strategist.

But the problem, as seen, lies in the fact that he offers very little to the audience, because what he offers, other characters can too. But because he does a little bit of everything, he is also always a little bit relevant to any situation, inflating his presence but not his importance in the show.

I've seen a post that posits that Jaune was at his most likeable in Volume 7, because there he was playing the role he should be to Team RWBY: a supporting character. While I do agree somewhat with this, as he was at his most likeable, being a sort of anchor trying to stay positive for everyone (nevermind that this is a trait overlapping with Ruby), he was also pretty... harmless?

I suppose it's because I've grown used to his extended presence, but him actually being more in the background also made him feel... kinda basic? There was really nothing too offensive, but also nothing terribly interesting for him to fall back on. He has no unique dynamic to bounce off of, no unique niche to fill. He's just kind of... there, occupying whatever vague role the story needs for him. And that makes him fairly forgettable; likeable only because he was no longer overstaying his welcome.

As for possible solutions, if I had to rework him from the ground up, I'd probably take Jaune in one of two directions, if not a bit of both:

A pampered noble. Lean more into his sheltered upbringing and weak start. He's from a long line of Hunters but for whatever reason was not raised as one or just lacks talent. Like Weiss but without any of the bite.

An underdog. This would work more if he was from more humble origins, but basically a no-name dude trying to work his way from the bottom.

Personally, I would lean more towards Option 1, if only because Oscar is clearly of humble birth and I would want to keep them as distinct from each other as possible. But for both, I would emphasize his underdog vibe as a weak fighter, as that is the one aspect he has in the series that everyone else doesn't.

Oscar would be weak too, but that's because he has no experience nor need to fight up until he joins the plot. But for Jaune, he would just be plain bad. He's bad at fighting even when he wants to be good, given his lineage, and that already creates a solid arc for him to work towards.

While Oscar would be fine with not being a fighter, it would be a source of a massive inferiority complex for Jaune, which totally checks out with how he behaves throughout Volume 1 and Jaunedice - sometimes even sabotaging himself because he's too stubborn to swallow his pride and admit he's weak and needs help, because a scion of a reputable Hunter family shouldn't be this weak.

As for his dynamic with the rest of the cast, knowing this, I'd probably make him incredibly weak, but also incredibly determined. While other characters can be determined too, Jaune would be so to an absurd amount, because he has to make up for his weakness with sheer will and persistence. If he falls down, he would get up more times than everyone else because he falls down more than everyone else. When faced with a problem, his natural inclination would just be to throw himself at it until either side yields.

This would be compatible with him having lots of Aura too. He's like a rock - uncomplicated in nature and immovable when it counts. Rather than make him a tactician, I'd make him the source of morale of the cast. People would be inspired by Jaune because even if he doesn't contribute much to a fight, he'll always be the last one standing; and seeing him would encourage the others to stand back up and continue fighting.

[radioactive-earthshine]

Do you have like any Konbart kid hcs? Iam obsessed

I feel like with them in particular they would most likely just... acquire... a kid rather than them going and deliberating having one or adopting.

HOWEVER...

They definitely would have conversations about kids, and how that would look like for them before it happened. And naturally they would discuss names that they liked for a hypothetical child.

When it comes to names the joke of naming the kid "Reb" so they could be Reb-El is not an entire joke to them. And Rebel is not really too odd of a name anyway and they both appreciate it for what it means to them.

When it comes to more traditional naming conventions they both easily could name a child after those they really admired as guardians/family.

For Kon I feel like he could easily pick names like;

Roxanne/Roxy Jim Martha (already has been picked by him and used though) Jon (also used recently but not by Kon, he might want to but it might get overruled) Clark! Serling Tana was a poor choice as a girlfriend in the comics but she IS part of his history, like it or not, so he might pick her name as well for a hypothetical daughter.

I could also see him going the nerd route and choosing Wendy from his favorite show or Jewel, and for a more masculine direction choosing that actress's last name of Jack(son).

For Bart's side of things he too likely would pull from those he loves.

Meloni Max (he named his spaceship after him already) Helen Carol Joan Jay/Jason Jenni They also could very easily choose something more original and unique! I'm sort of fond of them going the more unique route and if we're talking comics I would prefer to have a NEW name to use than recycling the same ones over and over. There are too many Jasons and John/Jons.

They are unique people. They should have more unique names.

I can see them picking unique or uncommon names like; Rebel Mars Hero Tobias Eugene/Eugenia Stella/Star River Sky Sol/Solar

Their family and friend might rag on them for picking names like these but they're not really conventional people. And anything is better than adding in another Jason. I personally like Rebel, Mars and Hero the best but that's just me and they are gender neutral.

I also feel like they wouldn't really acquire a child until they were older, like in their late 30s, but things just happen in the comic world. Because they both had a pretty tough youth (being shuffled around a lot) I can speak with pure confidence they would not want that to happen to any kid if they could help it. So if a baby just came into their lives they would absolutely be all in and promise to NEVER just leave the kid off to fumble around to find out things on their own.

Kon in canon is pretty damn good with kids. Bart just sort of has a gift too but I can imagine Bart being the one that struggles and is most nervous.

They figure it out though.

[lyriumsings]

somehow in drawing aeran and lily as children i have also made them a hypothetical au daughter named after lily’s mother how did i get here SJAJSJ

[hewhofightsbythesword]

precious cargo: part two - thomas shelby x Hispanic reader

“Family meeting. Now.” Thomas Shelby called out as he entered the Garrison’s snug.

At the sound of this voice, Aunt Polly could tell her nephew was once again up to no good. But then again when was he not? “Thomas Shelby has had an idea once again. Watch out.”

“Tommy, I’m not doing that again. I will not be made a fool for you. I said the last time was the last time and I meant it,” Finn stood his ground prematurely.

Ada scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. “Jesus Christ, Thomas. What the hell are you doing to our poor Finn?”

“What? No, not that,” Tommy waves off the youngest Shelby brother. “I’ve received a call all the way from America.”

“What the fuck do the Americans want from us, brother? What did you do?” Arthur accuses.

Tommy stands up and rubs his eyes in frustration. “Everyone fucking listen to me. No more interruptions. The sooner we get started, the sooner we can end this family meeting.” Silence filled in the room for a few seconds. “Now, as I was saying: I got a call from America, but it wasn’t the Americans. The Mexican mafia called, and they’re calling in a favor.” A big fucking favor, Thomas thinks to himself.

“You are just the gift that keeps on giving. First the Russians and now the Mexicans.” Polly shakes her head.

“What do we know about them? Can we even trust them?” Arthur asks.

Thomas ignores his aunt. “The Mexican mafia is ruled by the y/l/n family. They go by la familia. Recently, they started several expansions into America. The Don’s people called me some nights ago about his daughter, y/n.”

“y/n y/l/n. I know her,” Michael says.

Tommy doesn’t bother to look at his cousin, slightly annoyed he knew more than he did. “And what is it that our Michael knows that we don’t, eh?” Thomas keeps a stoic stare at the wall in front of him.

“We met during one of my business trips to New York. She recognized our name, said her family owned some businesses near the ones we do. We never kept in touch, but I’ve heard stories about her.”

“What kind of stories?” Ada asked, half afraid for the answer. Just like everyone else in the room, she knew how much her big brother could never resist a challenge that guaranteed some danger. Add in a pretty face and Thomas was lost.

“I hear she’s taking over after Don, not the eldest brother, Santiago.” Arthur feeling this Santiago’s pain from an ocean away stood to pour himself a drink in hopes to mask his suffering.

“And you know what, Tommy?” Michael continued to press him, “She reminded me of you.”

“That’s enough.” Polly places a hand on her son’s shoulder. “Go on, Thomas.”

“She had a run in with some Italians in New York, more specifically Enzo Changretta.” The atmosphere in the room stiffens. “She alone has received the black hand and needs protection.”

“Why have these meetings if you already very clearly have made up your mind?” Polly spits.

“So I can say to all of you that y/n y/l/n is on her way as we speak.” Sounds of disapproval rang out through the snug.

“Fuck, Tommy. This isn’t some backstreet gang. It's the Changretta's. Look around you. John is not here. Michael almost died. You almost died. What can the Mexicans do for us that we can’t already do for ourselves?” The voice of reason called out.

“I have me reasons.” He takes a heavy drag from his cigarette.

“And of course you won’t share what any of them are with any of us.” Ada crosses her arms against her chest.

“La familia are not the kind of people we want to owe favors to, Polly,” he points to her, “It’s better if they owe us. If they owe us, we control the narrative and we have ourselves a new ally. As we all know, allies come in short supply these days.”

“And?” Polly eggs on.

“And they’re fucking rich.” Michael reveals before Tommy can.

“And they’re fucking rich,” Tommy echos, “The y/l/n’s own the majority of their country’s petroleum businesses. They help supply America, except the Italians are now threatened.”

“Who the hell made it your job to play the middleman?”

“It is not my job. It is our investment.” Thomas, having enough of his family’s obvious disapproval, stands up to leave for the night. “y/n y/l/n is coming and we will all protect our investment.”

Over the next few days, all Tommy could think about was you and about your family. He wondered how you would look, how you would talk. Were you any different from the few Americans he has met? Thomas does not recall a time he has met someone from Mexico. You were obviously smart; smart enough to move large amounts of petroleum from your home country to America. His sources told him it was all your doing, all your strategy. He couldn’t help but to think if perhaps Michael was right. Was there some truth to his teasing? She reminded me of you, he remembers.

And of course Thomas Shelby wouldn’t be Thomas Shelby if he didn’t entertain the idea of the y/l/n’s making up a story to take his ever-growing empire. The chances were low, sure, but not zero.

Thankfully Tommy no longer had to torture his mind with any more questions and hypothetical situations about his soon-to-be visitor. Today was the day y/n arrived in Birmingham. His men would be there for your arrival so that they could escort you to Arrow House. Tommy figured only the best for his best investment.

Upon your arrival, the first thing Tommy Shelby noticed about you was your demeanor. You walked in his home with your head high and squared back shoulders. There was not a single trace of worry or fear coming from your face, at least none Tommy could clock. Anyone who could see you would not know there was a mafia hit on your head. But then again, they would also not know you were soon to head your own mafia. When he first heard of you, he didn’t know you were rich. When he did know, he didn’t know exactly by how much. Standing before him, all Tommy knew was y/n y/l/n was rich by a fuck ton. That was just the immediate aura you gave off.

Maids automatically surrounded you, taking your luggage and coat. Even through the crowd surrounding you, your eyes could be found fixating one thing only. Blue. So much fucking blue, you think to yourself. Your eyes never left who you could only assume was Thomas Shelby. And you knew you would not get far in this unfamiliar country with only assumptions. As soon as the crowd cleared up, you decided to take initiative.

“Hello, you must be Thomas Shelby. I’m y/n y/l/n.” He shakes your outreached hand.

“Please, call me Tommy.” His deep voice rings out, demanding to be heard as always.

“Tommy,” you say, trying out the name on your tongue. Tommy kept his eyes on you and no other words were exchanged, a comfortable silence falling upon the two strangers. “Tommy?”

“Yes?” He manages to croak out.

“Do you think I could have my hand back?” Tommy still enveloped his rather large hand in your small one.

Quickly, he drops your hand in embarrassment as if he had just been burned. Tommy couldn’t help but notice the warmth of your palm leaving him rather fast. He has met many rich people. Too many, his Aunt polly would say. But none like him. None like you.  

“Why don’t we go to my office and have a drink. We can talk there.”

Tommy wasn’t one to show any facial expressions, you soon realize, but it was all in his words. It was in that moment you knew Tommy Shelby didn’t like to ask for things, even as simple as a drink. He demanded. In your world full of coke, guns, and sicarios, you were used to being the one to make the demands. Given almost any other circumstance, you would have taken action against it, but not now. Not to Tommy. All your feet could do was follow him.

“Tell me everything leading to the black hand.” He demands again as he hands you a glass of whiskey. “What do the Italians want with you other than have you dead?”

“They want what’s mine,” you simply say as you hand him the black hand letter.

“The petroleum businesses?” He asks. His eyes skim over Enzo’s signature.

“That’s not all. We also deal guns in large quantities to our allies. For the past year or so we’ve moved both the legal and illegal side of our businesses to America. We cross state lines where the Italians reside. At first, we were warned. Didn’t listen. They tried to rough up a few of my men. Didn’t work. None of it will work,” you say that last part a little more to yourself than Tommy.

There was something eerie about receiving the black hand. To you, it was all bad vibes. It was the malo ojo. It carried evil energy and a haunting presence. This was something Tommy knew too. Although he would have different opinions on what it carried, it was all the same feeling in the end: eery.

“Are you armed?” He goes to reach for one of his cabinets behind his desk.

“No, I have men for that. The sicarios do the killing.” He slides the gun across the desk. All you could do was stare at the weapon and so could Tommy. His eyes would switch to the gun, then to you, then back to the untouched gun. “We’re living in modern times, Tommy.”

“You are free to conduct the appropriate business here as long as you have that gun and my men too.”

“I just said I have my own men. I don’t need your Peaky boys following me too. Thomas, it was never about your protection.”

Tommy’s eyebrow slightly rises, starting to feel irritated. The motive was now clear to Tommy. It was never about the Peaky Blinders protection but about the land. The y/l/n’s had the potential of being a superpower to the world because of their oil. If they really wanted to, they could knock a few Italian heads on the way. They just couldn’t do it in America. The American government was so different and so were its people.

The Yankees still believed in their government and what was right and what was wrong. And killing was wrong. The Mexicans were too gruesome, too brutal. All you and your family wanted to do was eliminate the threat, and its name was Enzo Changretta. Mexico would want the whole family, women and children alike. In Birmingham, the cops were dirty; all paid by and loyalty to Thomas Shelby. You knew the value of loyalty, thus you knew the value of Birmingham. It wasn’t a city. It was fucking empire, and in his empire killng was allowed.

“You want to draw them out and kill them on my land.”

You down your drink in one large sip, letting out a soft sigh. “Sometimes, Tommy,” so we’re back to Tommy, “killing is a kindness.”

Michael was wrong. y/n was not like Tommy Shelby. Right then and there, he decided you were an extension to himself. You were Tommy Shelby.

“You are still in clear danger.” He yells out to you as you leave his office and the gun behind.

“And I still prefer my bullets over your razor blades.”

It was never about your protection.

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[recreancyrpg]

Welcome to Recreancy, Emmy!

You have been accepted for the non-biography role of ROBYN LYNCH, with the faceclaim of Natasha Liu Bordizzo!

Until a call with her mother suggested the most impossible, and impossibly simple, solution. Magic. The suggestion shook the foundations of the entire family, for the plain reason that no one had ever expected it. Not because magic was so unbelievable, but because the idea of magic blooming in Robyn was inconceivable. After all, her parents were Squibs.

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OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME & PRONOUNS: Emmy, she/her   

AGE: Closer to 30 than 20.

TIMEZONE: EST    

ACTIVITY LEVEL: Regularly posts and typically responds to threads within a week

ANYTHING ELSE: I don’t like clowns.        

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Robyn Lynch   

AGE: 25

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: cis-female, she/her, GRACE  

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood   

HOUSE ALUMNI: Ravenclaw   

ANY CHANGES: Everything, because I made it all up

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY: 

Above all else, Robyn is pragmatic; she looks at things as they are, and deals with them from there. It isn’t a surface level pragmatism. Her understandings run deep and are the result of extensive observations and analyses. When she does things, they are purposeful, calculated, and precise. She doesn’t care for pointless effort, and wishful thinking cannot be abided. That doesn’t rule out hypothetical thinking; no, theoretical thinking is necessary for understanding what may happen. Even still, it has to be grounded in logic and likelihood. 

Her preference for efficiency leads her to approach things bluntly and literally. She also tends to tackle things with a single-minded focus. Combined, this often makes her come off as cold or even unemotional, especially to those she has little motivation to connect with over anything aside from work. Which is most Order members. Add to that the general unease most wix seem to feel around Unspeakables, and she knows that she’s not a very comfortable presence. 

Her practicality and focus are part of what make her an excellent Unspeakable; her ability to compartmentalize is another. After all, when there is a large portion of one’s life one cannot speak about to others, being able to section it off tidily is important. It also makes her an excellent candidate for the more questionable research lines, with her ability to divorce morality of now from the improvements to come. 

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY: 

Killian Lynch | A well-respected barrister with a huge chip on his shoulder over being a Squib. Though he was well taken care of, given all the opportunities to excel in the Muggle world (and excel he did), his bitterness and resentment towards his family and their magic alienated him from them for a long time, a separation even the birth of his daughter and the revelation of her magic didn’t do much to mend. 

The Lynch family are Irish Purebloods; this has left them traditionally more marginalized in the British-dominated magical society centered around London, but they have gained more prominence and acceptance in recent centuries due to their close sponsorship of the Kenmare Kestrals, a team which has more or less always been a consistently high performing team in the British and Irish Quidditch League.       

Robert Lynch, Paternal Grandfather | Second son of the Lynch family. Attended a small Irish magic school instead of Hogwarts. Met Horatia at a society function.        

 Horatia Lynch, Paternal Grandmother | Born Horatio Weasley, a Gryffindor and known eccentric whose elopement with an Irish pureblood shocked no one really. 

Jingyi ‘Julia’ Lynch | A doctor who now lives separately from her husband and is infinitely more chill than he is, being more or less happy to ignore the magical world as much as it ignores her. The only things keeping her in Great Britain at this point are her daughter and her medical practice. 

The Lo family are known in the small, yet influential, magical society of Hong Kong for being pureblooded, wealthy, and well connected with both the local government and the greater colonial government of Great Britain, with whom they’ve been involved with for well over a hundred years.       

 Bowen Lo, Maternal Grandfather | Sent to Hogwarts for a British education, to further the family ties and interest with the colonial Ministry. A Ravenclaw and schoolmate of Horatia.             

Li Jing Lo, Maternal Grandmother | Daughter of a prominent Shanghai family. Now grand society dame and frequent international traveler to oversee the family interests. 

OCCUPATION: Unspeakable with the Department of Mysteries

Robyn’s work in the DoM has primarily focused on researching the who, why, and how of magic. Who gets to have magic, as such a small percentage of the global population has magic (at least to the degree and noticeability as qualified by the majority of the world as ‘being magical’). Why those people, when, despite what so many want to reduce it to, it isn’t a simple matter of blood and hereditary. How do people have or don’t have magic; what truly, ultimately is the different Muggle and Wix. The search for answers to these questions has led to Robyn’s experiments to sever access to magic, or even remove magical ability altogether; in the far distance is the glimmer of an idea to transfer magical ability. Her subjects come from Azkaban, singularly dangerous individuals who will not be missed and who used their magic to endanger and harm others. It is not the cleanest or most painless work, but progress is never truly bloodless. ** Please note that characters will not know about Robyn’s research; what Unspeakables do down in the Department of Mysteries labs is highly secretive and unspeakable in more than one way. It is Ministry work, and Ministry sanctioned, but far from widely known or acknowledged and just as far from being criticized or stopped. Even many highly-placed wix working for the Ministry are unaware of the details of the projects being carried out in the DoM.

LIVING SITUATION: Robyn lives in a countryside cottage, and has a direct, closed Floo to her mum’s London home where she also has a room.        

ORDER OF THE PHOENIX:         

Robyn is here as a matter of practicality. While it seems that the majority of the Wizarding World agrees that the Dark Lord and his followers are becoming a problem, the only people making any sort of real effort to address it is the Order. Not that it’s a very effective effort. While they’re managing to keep an eye on the development of the Dark Lord’s influence and power, and indeed have the best perch for viewing that progression, they haven’t managed anything more; definitely not in checking that power. No, all in all, the Order isn’t succeeding in addressing the problem, which makes their reticence to try anything new that much more baffling.     

To be fair, Robyn doesn’t currently do much for the Order. She watches, listens, gathers information, and advises when and where she feels it will be accepted. She keeps waiting for them to realize they can’t keep playing this defensive game—waiting for them to realize that they should have been doing what the Death Eaters have already done. Why aren’t they taking prisoners and prying information out of them? Oh, she’s certain plenty will find that distasteful, but can they really deny that it’s effective. At least, it would be if they would let her work. 

RELATIONSHIPS: 

Remus Lupin | With less of a cultural fear of lycanthropy instilled in her, Robyn instead views the man with an intense magical curiosity. What would he give up in order to be rid of his curse? How far would he go? If the price of his freedom was his magic, or the whole of the magical world, would he pay it in order to be free? She suspects he’d find his answers unnerving.  

Gwendolyn Lockhart | Robyn knows that Gwendolyn would have every right to resent her, and would never dream of begrudging her that reaction. She still frets over it, and wonders if the woman could ever believe her if she said that she wants to help her, in whatever way she can and whatever extent Gwendolyn wants. 

Alice Longbottom | This is a witch that even Robyn sees as too focused, too fixated. Perhaps because her attention is on how she wants things to be, and not as they are. It makes Robyn pity her as rather sad and rigidly stuck, trapped in this supposed freedom of her own making. 

Alastor Moody | Topping the lists as the single most right-headed member of the whole Order (according to Robyn), she admires his clear vision, his intelligence, and his ability to accomplish. The downside is she suspects he wouldn’t view her so favorably if he had any inkling of the darker pockets of the government he worked for, the ones she personifies. 

Hestia Jones | The ability to step back and see the whole picture and make sensible plans in response make Hestia rank high in Robyn’s esteem. Though, her appreciation for the witch does take a hit by how she clings a little too hard to the way things ought to be rather than what they are.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: Robyn/Science.         

INTERPERSONAL STRUGGLES: 

Robyn doesn’t expect to be likeable, or to even be someone most people are comfortable around. She isn’t the type to try and make people comfortable, and the Unspeakable thing is enough to unnerve even the steeliest of Aurors, most days. Perhaps she too easily reduces people down to simple value calculations, and too ready to do what needs to be done—where she has decided what needs doing. This war is a war that needs to be stopped, but it’s not the only battle coming. 

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? Everything. Angst. Romance. Pain. Love.

PLOT DROP IDEAS (OPTIONAL): Give Robyn someone to torture. :D

EXTRA FOR NON-BIO CHARACTERS:

HISTORY: 

Robyn Lynch’s first introduction to magic was rooted in fear. Months and months of terror filled nights and stories of monsters no one else could see, baffling her parents. It wasn’t that they didn’t believe she was scared, they simply didn’t know how to help her when she was so insistent on things moving in the dark, eyes glowing at her from the shadows, something stalking her unseen. Even her mother Jingyi, a renowned doctor, in consultation with pediatricians and child psychologists, began to despair for her daughter’s well being—until a call with her mother suggested the most impossible, and impossibly simple, solution. Magic. 

The suggestion shook the foundations of the entire family, for the plain reason that no one had ever expected it. Not because magic was so unbelievable, but because the idea of magic blooming in Robyn was inconceivable. After all, her parents were Squibs. 

It was a harsh adjustment, for Robyn, who had been raised Muggle, and her parents, who had been ensconced in the best the Muggle world had to offer since it had become clear they had not inherited their families’ magical heritage. Grandparents who had always been doting but distant as they tried to understand and accommodate the Muggle portion of their family without rubbing that lack in their face suddenly rushed in to try and help. Nor did her father help, with his overbearing delight in his daughter’s magic. So long estranged from his family and their magical world, Killian Lynch was ready to rush back in, gushing about his daughter. Unfortunately, with his own family slightly uncomfortable with the enthusiasm and most of the magical world preferring to forget about Squibs all together, the only ready audience he found were the blood extremists who were all too happy to take his story of his Pureblooded daughter as evidence of their theories on blood and magic. 

It was only after Robyn had graduated Hogwarts, years after her parents had separated, that she realized how far her father had dug herself into that mess of ideology. She worries for him, knows he must be a joke in those circles, the Squib who thinks he belongs now, but he is too devoted, too ardent, and too invested to give it up. 

Joining the Order was Robyn’s way to counterbalance her father’s involvement with the Death Eaters; a way for her to keep an eye on the war, the people involved, and the progress being made against them. Or, the lack of progress, as it turns out. More and more, her frustration grows, simmering beneath the surface, as the ineffectiveness of their methods shows itself time and time again. 

FC CHOICES: Natasha Liu Bordizzo (27) Jessica Yu-Li Henwick (29) Angelababy/Yang Ying/Yeung Wing (33)

[magnoliapip]

Ranked: Mother of the Year (Choices) Main Characters

I can’t sleep so that means I need to make another list that I’m not going to proofread before I post, right? Of course it does. But before we start, please remember this is my opinion on who I liked best. Not who impacted the story the most, not who was the best written fictional character of all time, yada yada. This is my personal opinion of the characters I liked best.

Spoilers WILL be featured below. You have been warned.

#13 -- Tallulah Copeland

Tallulah is a parent to a child at Bernhardt Academy, a friend of Vanessa Blackwood, and an active member of the PTA. Hugo is her partner.

This woman. I would flat forget this woman existed until she would show up again just to wreak havoc on MC’s day, usually at someone else’s urging. Every single time she spoke, I just wanted it to be over and she is just an awful, AWFUL person. She’s also the only awful person in this book who never pretends to be nice and/or never apologizes for her actions. Just an all around nasty person.

#12 -- Hugo

Hugo is a parent of a child at Bernhardt Academy and an active member of the PTA. Tallulah is his significant other.

If you’re actually reading these little blurbs, you have to be wondering “MagnoliaPip? How in the hell is Hugo ranked lower than two other unmentionables in this story?”

Thank you for asking, no one ever.

Put frankly, Hugo just annoyed the crap out of me. I know that’s supposed to be part of his character, but it went above and beyond the scope of acceptable annoyance. I grew to hate every second he was speaking. He never really contributed anything to the plot other than some irritating drivel. He wasn’t an antagonist, but he also wasn’t a pleasing good guy. He’s also the reason I’m considering not re-reading this book again right away like I want to.

#11 -- Guy Ledford

This man. This. Man. THIS MAN!

This part is going to include major spoilers, y’all, so if you haven’t read it and are still intending to, skip away now!! Again, major spoilers from here on out kids.

Guy Ledford is your main character’s ex-husband who has been absent for four years since the start of the book and wants to reconnect with his daughter. He is also a CEO of a snack food company/app, Nomme. He is the main antagonist of the book.

The reason I didn’t rank him lower is he genuinely adds something to the plot. He IS the plot. He’s the reason this book exists. However, he is such a scumbag he deserves nothing. He feels like a trope for quite a lot of the time, but at least he’s not physically abusive like a true trope could have been (at least, I never noticed him being physically abusive). Just, you know, a gaslighting, manipulative, arrogant, rude, selfish son of a-

I also love that they named him “Guy”. I’ve only ever met one man named this in my life, so it’s funny to me that they named this jerk “Guy” so it’s not only the most generic sounding name (did his parents also get a dog named “Dog” and a cat named “Kitty”?), but also one that a lot of men won’t likely have so they don’t have to get name checked in relation to him.

I like that you can get a good outcome (Guy ends up with joint custody with visitations  every weekend and having to back pay) without spending diamonds in this game as long as you make the right choices, but for those who DID spend all of the diamonds, I would have liked to have seen Guy end up with worse. I would have liked to see, if you made most of the right choices and bought all of the diamond stuff, him ending up with every other weekend or maybe just visitation. I know he’s trying to be a good dad (but still an absolutely terrible human being), but every weekend seems like so much when your daughter is in school.

#10 -- Augustus Blackwood

August Blackwood is one of Vanessa Blackwood’s sons and is a student at Bernhardt Academy.

I’m not going to spend a lot of time on this one. But he hurt my daughter and that’s enough. I would have liked to have seen him fleshed out a little bit more beyond being basically just a schoolyard bully. His motivations for his actions are hinted on, but nothing is really ever done and he’s mostly just a prop for something to hurt your daughter.

#9 -- Vanessa Blackwood

Vanessa Blackwood is the president of the PTA, a single mom, and a lawyer and becomes an antagonist to your character.

I’m probably going to get hate for this, but I want to like Vanessa. Obviously, she’s hateful and offensive, in some very, very unredeemable ways, but there’s something about characters like that which makes me want to forgive them and teach them how to be better. How to rehabilitate their bitterness. I felt it with Olivia Nevrakis, I felt it with Victoria Fontaine, and I know certain people in the fandom felt it with Becca Davenport and Poppy Min-Sinclair. 

**DISCLAIMER** Keep in mind, I’m not trying to excuse homophobia and racism here. They are both despicable things and should be accounted for. However, after having grown up in a homophobic and racist home and learning to leave that shit in the dust by the time I was eighteen and SLOWLY teaching my family to do the same over the course of the last 10 years, I believe people can change if you give them room and help to. Not everyone will, not many people will, but I believe in giving the chance. We need to force people to take responsibility and learn from their mistakes. Should the book have been approved as a series rather than a stand alone, I think this might have been a very real option within book 2.

#8 -- Ajax “AJ” Blackwood

Ajax Blackwood is one of Vanessa Blackwood’s sons and a student at Bernhardt Academy.

AJ is the quieter of the Blackwood boys, AJ is a shy kid who hates that his brother is mean just as much as your daughter does. He finally has enough within the book and stands up to him, which was more than a little satisfying and he does seem to have a genuinely good heart. I think it would be so cute for him, your daughter, and Luz to be their own adorable trio of friends. 

#7 -- Levi Schuler

Levi Schuler is your neighbor who helps save the day for MC early on in the book and becomes a friend to both her and your daughter. He is also one of your love interests.

And if this list is going to invoke hate from the masses, it will be this entry that does it. I know how loved Levi is. And I love him too! I just find him, and his musician plot, to be a bit tiring. He’s a wonderfully supportive friend/love interest, just about one of the nicest people, and he’s great with your daughter. I swear, all of the love interests in this book would be god tier in any book. It’s truly unfair to the others that we got three amazing ones here along with a great cast of characters. However, since that did happen, Levi will sit here at #7. He can have a consolatory rugelach while I continue on.

#6 -- Faye Devore

Faye Devore is your ex-husband’s new girlfriend, a younger social media influencer.

I loved Faye. Right from the start, I loved Faye. I prayed they weren’t going to make this into one of those books where we were supposed to hate the “other woman” because those plots are old, outdated, and overused. Thankfully, MOTY lets us skirt right around it and we end up with a wonderful character like Faye, who is the human definition of having the best intentions.

She gets on well with your daughter, even pointing out to MC at one point that she thinks of her like a little sister, and goes above and beyond to make her happy. She is genuinely upset about going against MC’s wishes about your daughter appearing on social media and doesn’t appear to want to cause any harm or hard feelings with MC at any point during the book. In fact, she wants to be friends. 

I would have loved for this and for it to be fleshed out more, again, if we had ever gotten a book 2. I’m also that jerk who would have totally romanced her in a replay and would have emptied my wallet to get a scene in that hypothetical book 2 where Guy finds out. Take that homophobe!

#5 -- Dr. Eiko Matsunaga

Dr. Eiko Matsunaga is a science teacher who teaches at the private school your daughter goes to and becomes friendly with MC because of your daughter. She is also one of your love interests.

If I would have had a teacher like Dr. Matsunaga when I was in school, maybe I would have cared about science at any point during my childhood. Eiko is so incredibly smart but has a heart of gold. She could be off teaching at colleges or writing published journals, but she’s teaching elementary science at a private school and honestly enjoying herself! She wants to see children succeed and will give any child who wants to do so, like your daughter, all of the help they need.

I want to romance her. I want to be her friend. I want it all because I’m selfish even when I don’t because I could never possibly be worthy of the supremacy that is Eiko. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#4 -- Your Daughter / Zoey

Your daughter is 9 years old at the start of the book and desperately wants to be an astronaut. She is a science whiz and moves from public school to Bernhardt Academy at the beginning of the book to kickstart her education.

It makes me so sad that I will never actually have this child. “Zoey” is just so smart and funny and sweet and I love her so much. I spent so many diamonds on her. She’s a pixelated little bundle of amazing and I would die for her. That’s it.

#3 -- Alma Velasco

Alma Velasco is your neighbor, best friend, and (for part of the time) co-worker.

What did our character do to deserve such an amazing ride-or-die friend like Alma? She never disbelieves MC, is forever supportive as a shoulder to cry on and a supplier of good wine, and also helps MC out of more than one pinch. Seriously an amazing friend, and I wish we could have done something equally amazing for her to reciprocate.

#2 -- Thomas Mendez

Thomas Mendez is a lawyer and a single dad who becomes friends with MC very early on in the book. He is also one of your three love interests.

A big reason for why Thomas is at #2 is because of who #1 is but we’ll get there in a second.

There’s also something about Thomas that speaks to me as a person. It’s more than just being interested as a love interest or as a friend. There’s something about who he is. His awkwardness, his humor, his kindness and his generosity all make him someone I envy as much as I admire.

He takes on MC’s case pro bono when he doesn’t have to. He shrugs it off like it’s no big deal, but stepping back and looking at the it, by all accounts he was walking into a handily losing situation. He was also super busy at this time being a single parent himself and working on his class action lawsuit. That’s not even saying anything about him still grieving for Soledad.

However, the biggest reason I love Mr. Mendez is...

#1 -- Luz Mendez

Luz Mendez is a student at Bernhardt Academy who becomes best friends with your daughter early in the book. She is a soccer and art fan.

This little girl is the best thing I have ever read in my entire life. She made the entire book. Every character that came before her pales in comparison to her majesty. She is a goddamn queen and deserves everything.

Every scene with her is gold and I wish we had more. This little girl was completely willing to curb stomp someone with her cleats at the courthouse if something would have happened to your daughter. She is so aggressively herself and it is a joy to see. The relationship between her and her father is what really kept me going through the book’s more difficult spots. There is such true love and acceptance there, as well as the drive and desire to do better for the other than I just...There is really no way for me to properly explain the perfection that is Luz Mendez so I guess you’ll just have to read it yourself.

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I’m not sure why it took me so long to start reading Mother of the Year (MOTY), but I’m so glad I did. In 3 days flat I binged the entire book, wasted so many accumulated diamonds, and had the time of my life. The cast of characters in MOTY is perfect and I wanted to rank them according to my opinion on which ones were the best. I ranked all of the characters I found to be profound enough to matter to the storyline or that MC or “Daughter” had enough interactions with to matter. As a result, there are several characters who didn’t make this list. 

Sound off below if you wish.

[thenightling]

What the Hell IS Daniel Hall?

There seem to be some people on Tumblr very confused about what Daniel Hall is.   I guess someone is going to have to try to explain him.  Please note: I do not have the annotated Sandman.   This is purely from my own observation while reading Sandman.

Okay, very simple answer.   Daniel is Dream of The Endless.   

He is not still “only twee-years-old.”  He is not Morpheus’ “son.”  He is not Morpheus’ heir. He IS Dream.  We are literally told this in every single comic he has appeared in.

Let me try to explain...   

If you’ve read American Gods you know there are multiple versions of Odin based on the different ideas of him.  And how the Icelandic Odin is not Mr. Wednesday even though both are Odin, that’s sort of what this is like. 

To begin we need to discuss Daniel’s conception.  Daniel is the son of Hector Hall and Lyta Hall.  Hector is the son of Carter Hall, whom many of you may know as Hawkman.   Hector gets reincarnated and so does his wife.  And every time they reincarnate, at some point (usually in adulthood) they regain the memories of their previous life . Keep that in mind.

Hector was tricked by Brute and Glob into believing he was The Sandman.  Gifted with some of the Sandman powers Hector.  There’s just one problem.  Hector was dead.  Hector is a ghost.  

And Lyta, though originally from a defunct (now AU) timeline had at one point been Wonder Woman’s daughter (again, now defunct continuity / AU continuity) which gave her a direct link with The Furies (The Kindly Ones).  

Lyta lived with Hector in a false version of The Dreaming inside a boy’s head, in a hazy dream-state.  This went on for years.  Still pregnant.   Any normal child would have been born already but two years had passed and she was still very much with child. 

Eventually Morpheus unwraveled the great scam and forced Hector’s spirit to move on. 

So the baby conceived in dreams, possibly by a ghost, (as in Sandman lore it’s unclear if Hector was alive when he impregnated Lyta) was born.  From the very start Morpheus could sense the child was of The Dreaming and it was clear this was no normal child.

He was gestating in dreams for over two years. That child is more dream than flesh.  

When Daniel is finally named, he names himself.  This isn’t some cute “Morpheus speaks baby” moment.  This is a psychic communication between him and Daniel.   

Notice how Morpheus puts his fingertips to Daniel’s forehead there.   This is how they psychically communicate.  In the Kindly ones he mentions how he and Daniel have “spoken” and this is later confirmed by Daniel, himself in his more mature / True form.

Morpheus did not name Daniel.   Daniel named Daniel.  

Daniel isn’t a name chosen at random.  Daniel picked it for himself because Daniel is the Biblical Oneiromancer.  Daniel is the Dream prophet  or Dream Scryer of the Bible.  He was the prophet who had visions and prophetic dreams foretelling the future and communicating with God.  Daniel in Sandman chose this name for himself because he knew who and what he truly was.

Even Lyta (despite her resentment toward Morpheus) knew the name was right for her son and smiled when she repeated it.

Later (though still appearing very human) Daniel is revealed to be what some might call a dreamwalker.  A dreamwalker is someone who can lucid dream and enter the dreams of others at will- what is supposed to be a very rare ability.  Daniel lucid dreams his way to The House of Secrets and stays for story time.

The striped pyjamas are no accident.  This is a nod to Toby in the fantasy film Labyrinth.  In Labyrinth Jareth, The Goblin King, does choose Toby as his heir and does plan to turn him into what he is.  There is a similarity in that Morpheus knows Daniel will take his rightful place in his realm but he did not pick a human child at random as an heir.  Daniel was born into Dream Magick.  He literally gestated in it.  This is no normal baby.  

 Now we come to the explanation of what Daniel is.  

Morpheus attempts to explain being Dream of The Endless to Matthew, and how all anthropomorphized incarnations of Dream of The Endless are just “aspects” of a greater whole, he uses the metaphor of facets of a giant jewel.

During Sandman: The Kindly Ones, Puck and Loki burn away all that was human from Daniel.  Daniel (as a being) survives this transformitive fire because he is clutching a phoenix feather.  But he is now transformed.  The human part (what human there was) is gone now.

Puck and Loki did not give him that feather.   They didn’t even know what he had in his hand at first.  

Now here’s where things get weird... er.    Before even this, Cluracan has a brief vision of Daniel in his true adult Dream of The Endless form.  It’s similar to the illustration of Daniel’s Dream of The Endless form previously shown in Destiny’s book.  

Notice here when Morpheus shakes hands with Daniel, we see Daniel in a pose that is most assuredly not a normal pose for a toddler.  He is posed like a noble greeting another noble.  One hand cupped behind his back as he stands up straight and shakes Morpheus’ hand.   

  When Morpheus “Dies” Daniel comes into his own.  He physically becomes Dream of The Endless corporealized- with all the powers and memories that go with it.   

This scene can be interpreted as Daniel finally taking his true and proper form as Dream.  Also notice the dreamstone is shrinking.   Each dreamstone is made from a piece of Dream’s very soul.  Daniel is absorbing that soul fragment into himself and becoming wholly who and what he is supposed to be.   He IS Dream of The Endless.   That is not a title.  That is who and what he truly is. 

This is further solidified when in Sandman: The Wake Daniel tells Matthew that HE was the one who stopped The Corinthian from killing him.  And that was while Daniel was still in the form of Toddler-Daniel, making it clear that even at that point he wasn’t truly a normal toddler.  

Daniel, himself, tries to tell the reader that he IS Dream of The Endless. He’s not Morpheus but he IS Dream.  Dream of The Endless isn’t a mere title.  It’s WHAT he is.  It’s who he is.  He’s a facet of this great crystalline entity.  

This is made more clear in Sandman: Overture when we see Morpheus meeting the other aspects of Dream.  He acknowledges that they are all “him” yet they are autonomous to each other.   Self-aware and self-contained yet linked.  

Daniel isn’t some human baby that Morpheus randomly chose as his heir. Daniel IS him.   Both are shards of the same being.  But here’s the thing.  Facets of Dream of The Endless CAN exist autonomously from each other.  This is how Morpheus was tricked into thinking the cat (Desire) was another aspect of Dream (another shard) in Sandman: Overture.

So you see, when I “Ship” Morpheus with Daniel I speak of two pieces of a greater whole finding a balance, kinship, and understanding with one and other.  I speak of two adult aspects of a greater whole. Not a man and child.   Not a man and his heir.  Not a child who was groomed by a supernatural being.  But two supernatural beings with the same knowledge, power, and (for the most part) memory as each other- pieces of the same soul corporealized.  Both connected by being facets of the great jewel that is Dream of The Endless yet autonomous to each other.

Even if Daniel had been human he would be pushing thirty-years-old right now.  Characters in Vertigo Comics were aging at real-world speed (until they switched over to DC Black label, which was only a few months ago).  This is no three-year-old, folks.   

Now for a hypothetical.

Morpheus would be the younger of the two as in my “shipping” of the duo requires Daniel to have resurrected Morpheus as a dream entity.  As a dream entity Morpheus would no longer quite be Dream of the Endless anymore but free from that role in his own “death” as Dream of The Endless.  

I feel this is what happened- that he became a dream entity posthumously.  Notice his appearance in Hob’s dream in Sandman: The Wake.  He was there with Destruction.  Hob did not know who Destruction was other than a random street artist he saw once. he did not know Destruction’s connection to Morpheus.  There is only one explanation for that dream he had of them.  The only explanation is that it truly was Morpheus in his dream, brought back as a dream entity but dead as “Dream of The Endless.”     

If Morpheus exists as a dream entity now, that’s Daniel-Dream’s doing.  And therefor Daniel is technically the older of the two now, as Morpheus had to be recreated to become this dream entity. (Sort of like how Matthew became Dream’s raven.)  

Morpheus may have his ancient memories and knowledge (as Daniel does as well) but in his current state (as a dream entity) Morpheus would technically be the younger, at least in that form.

There. That’s the best way I can explain it.   

I hope I have that right.     

[goldenpctals]

𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑚𝑖'𝑠 𝑗𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤

WHO ARE YOU?

what’s your star sign? “my zodiac would be aries.”

what’s your favourite holiday? “christmas, by far.”

what colour are your eyes? “my eyes are brown.”

if i went on to your spotify right now, your most played song would be what? “gosh, i have my favorites every now and then, but right now it would be kiss and make up by us, black pink.”

do you read much? “not as much as i like to. it’s something i have to pick up again soon!”

where did you grow up? “seoul, south-korea.”

when it comes to siblings; are you oldest, middle, youngest or only child? “i don’t have any siblings.”

what were you like in high school? “extremely shy, very introverted and not confident at all. i was the girl sitting alone at lunches because i was too scared to talk to someone. however, it changed a lot during my senior year.”

if you could be any magical creature, what would you be? “if you don’t think i wasn’t going to say mermaid, you’re wrong.”

where is your happy place? “either home or on stage.”

can you tell us about a hobby you have that has NOTHING to do with your career? “to be honest, music is my life. but i do like helping with directing!”

CAREER STUFF

which academy do you attend? “i study the music course at st jude’s, united kingdom.”

do you have a routine that gets you in the right frame of mind for work? “on a normal day, i would try to wake up and get straight out of bed and drink 2 cups of icecold water. and also, get in the dancestudio as early as possible.”

can you give us some insight into your next big project? “well, we’re in japan and black pink can speak multiple languages too... keep an eye out for our upcoming performance is all i can say!”

if you weren’t at a talent academy, what occupation would you be working towards? “probably some kind of directing assistant.” 

are you a ‘work hard, play hard’ or a ‘work hard, sleep hard’ type? “work hard, play hard. for sure. i always push myself to my limits.”

what’s your proudest moment in your career so far? “debuting. our first debut stage. we were so young and we didn’t know black pink’s name would get known so fast.”

do you remember where you were when you realised you were accepted into your academy? “yes, in the car with my mom. she had to stop at the side of the road because we both couldn’t really believe what was happening. we stopped safely, though!”

did you get rejected from any academies? do you care anymore? “no, i always wanted to go to st jude’s.”

what is your DREAM achievement? “to tour the world one day and see our fans from all the countries we visit!”

finish the sentence: “when it comes to my career, my goal is to make sure that...” “when it comes to my career, my goal is to make sure that i stay motivated, that i motivate my members and that we all stay healthy.”

SPILL THE TEA

are you single or taken? “well, whatever my status may or may not be, i’m happy. isn’t that what’s most important?”

what’s your snapchat score? “i don’t own a snapchat account.”

read us your last received text... “the message reads: thank you :’)”

would you ever date a fan? “i don’t see why not!”

how could somebody go about getting your attention? "as in, how to get my attention? i love someone who’s funny and confident, but please, don’t be too cocky.”

have you ever stalked an exes socials? “no.”

have you ever stalked an exes new partners socials? “no."

which song best describes your last crush or relationship? “goodnight ‘n go by my auntie, ruby.”

have you ever used tinder? “no.”

who on tour would you most like to see naked? “ha ha ha... wouldn’t you like to know?”

who’s the most annoying person on tour? “that’s kind of a rude question to ask, don’t you think?”

which person on tour would you NOT let your hypothetical son or daughter date? “i’m going to be that one person and say that as long as they are happy, i don’t mind. you can sue me for that, if you want.”

what’s the grossest thing you’ve ever done? “... i can’t recall anything gross to be honest?”

have you ever peed in the shower? “probably as a kid..”

who is one person on tour that you trust more than anything? “that would be yohan.”

BRING ON THE FUN

what kind of drunk are you? “messy...... but not in a way that’s like- .. i think i’m superwoman who can fly when she gets drunk. all my loved ones become my ‘babies’ and i’m super emotional and invested in stories people tell.”

if you could spend a day inside one movie, which would it be and why? “the little mermaid. because i want to be like her.”

if you could have any piece of music play whenever you entered a room, what would it be? “this is such a heard question and i’m going to be biased: any black pink song.”

everybody has ONE word tattooed on their head that most describes who they are, what does yours say? “hardworking.”

if i came round your house for a dinner date, what would you cook me? “first of all, i would apologize already because if you know me, i’m the worst cook. second, i would order us some nice dinner and we can pretend i cooked it.”

do you have any guilty pleasures or weaknesses? “pouting. when people pout, i just go weak.”

say a word that you HATE the sound of... “anything that has to do with like, scratching a crayon board..... or the sound of sea eagles..”

what is one country you have no desire to visit that other people do? “on this tour? i’m up to see all countries!”

if you could rename yourself, what would your name now be? “moon. just as simple as that. i think it was the second option that my parents had for me.”

if these were your famous last words, what would you say? “... i genuinely don’t want to think about it! death scares me. i’ll probably be too scared to say something.”

[sylph-feather]

delta echo alpha delta

Summary: 

He is here, for some reason, in this place and with these people he vaguely recognizes. He wants help. Please, please, please. 

(All they see is a haunting and a monster.)

Prompt by @ectopal

“Jack and Maddie, at the end of their rope,  beg Vlad to come to Amity to help stop the ghost that's haunting their family. Vlad realizes that it isn't a ghost that's terrorizing them, but their son, who recently became a half ghost and is having just about the worst time in the world dealing with it. Bonus points if in his human form Danny is extremely unsettling. ”

Notes:  (yes the title is from lemon demon’s lifetime achievement award). this... i spent. way longer setting it up so sorry about minimal vlad but. uhh im really proud of this. i went. i went a little nuts, admittedly. with imagery. i hope its not incomprehensible? 

Wordcount: 2825

Being dead… is new.

The Phantom isn’t sure just how it is new, it contemplates as it stares at two children who scream and scrabble at a smoking portal. Blank in their terror, they ignore him.

His eyes flicker towards a mirror on the other side of the room, and it only shows the two of them.

The phantom ignores them— who is he to interrupt? Dead men tell no tales. He gets the distinct feeling that everything is wrong, and a piece of that puzzle is the pair’s odd familiarity— but hey, he just died, he’s really not feeling up to much of anything.

Green eyes stare in the mirror, but that’s all he is— two green wisps, apparently ignored in the panic of two teens.

He supposes he should feel weirder having, presumably, died. No, he innately knows he died.

But mostly he just feels… confusion. Displacement.

And cold, not unpleasantly so, just a buried, almost peaceful chill.

In between blinks— perhaps he is tired, so tired, dead tired (he laughs to himself), the two teens flicker away, basement restored, before he can even think about questioning them. Why are you so familiar? Why am I here? It pokes sharply at his heart.

For the phantom knows he is dead, but he never considered that means alive once, too tired and dead-brained (hah) to question implication.

The ghost of Danny Fenton closes its wispy eyes, not strong enough to maintain form, let alone to pervade that shock scrabble at memories that may lead him to living again.

xXx

Three days pass. The ghost, in moments of waking, had decided Phantom. There is something so familiar about that name, the way it rolls off his (hypothetical) tongue.

In between blinks, he sees the Family in the basement, that place of awakening.

They speak of someone missing, lost. They gesture to the green, swirling abyss, upset as they work on something that looks like a rocket. Rocket. Stars pervade his mind as he lazily blinks, and he falls back asleep to dreams of space before he can even think again of questioning the Family, of asking can I help?

He knows what it is to be lost, but he is too tired and unfocussed.

xXx

The one with the firey, long hair notices him first. He has taken to floating about the abode. Nothing physical keeps him here, but there is some tug in his heart that makes him want to stay.

He likes the red haired one. She reads a lot. Talks about bad coping to the Parents, though he’s not sure what those words mean (he’s unsure also why he gets the feeling of vague annoyance, oddly familiar, and the stinging in his chest becomes so painful when he thinks like that, like a scorpion’s deadly barbed stinger).

One day, one higher energy day, a week after the awakening, Phantom lazily swishes after her, into her room. Sometimes he blinks and he hears the swishes of pages and a drip of water, and he has enough energy now to be curious.

The doors, the walls, the floor— they’re all nothing. Or maybe, rather, he’s nothing, he observes as he notes the girl crying on her psych book.

He frowns, distantly. She’ll ruin the pages like that. Maybe there’s something more he should be concerned about, but he is so young and lost, and so tired.

He runs a finger along a page, rolling away a tear, in an effort to dry it. The pages flutter in a wind, and the girl startles, glancing at the closed window.

For just a moment, Phantom sees not two piercing green wisps, but something blue and glinting, and a fragment of a foggy body in his place. He glances down— there is no second person here.

He’s distracted by the fact the girl is crying again, harder, scrubbing her eyes.

Distressed, he thumbs at her face, and a cool, wintery wind blows over her hair.

He’s too tired to do much more, and his chill becomes like a blanket to him.

xXx

It’s small, but maybe Phantom can help the family. His waking moments get more frequent and longer, and he starts to fidget with objects; the daughter cries, and he rustles her hair. The mother sleeps on her research of the great swirling door, and he drapes a foggy arm over her. The father squints into darkness at his foggy form as he goes down for a midnight snack— then blinks and rubs his eyes. He flickers the computers off when they should be sleeping, touches at their shoulders in comfort, because he wants to help them and he wants to be with them so bad. The flailing stinger pierces again and again.

“We’ll find him,” the Parents insists, and the Phantom tries to support them as best he can. The Daughter has given up, but he tries to help her, too.

Bluntly, the Phantom notes perhaps he is not exactly selfless— one of the few concrete truths he knows of himself (the other being an enjoyment of word play; he’s twisted dead and ghost every which way). There is some innate desire within him to be with them; seen, known, interacted with.

At the moment, he’s not more than a blustering wind and a foggy reflection.

He sinks to the floor, ghostly sigh escaping his ever invisible lungs. He’s wondered if ghosts are supposed to breathe as he does, but it’s not like anyone’s around to ask. His crackled voice is never heard by the Family, responded to by nothing but icy silence.

He brushes a hand against the cold lab table from his floating position. His hands feel solid to him, but again, do not reach the Family.

The Phantom takes a look around at the toxic green beakers and sleek white tech. He is slipping away again, not that he wants to— but not that he has a choice.

In what feel like his last moments for the day (week? Month? Time is undefinable) he grasps at a beaker, curious.

Green oozes onto the floor as it blows over. Frantically, the Phantom tries to correct his mistake— but touching it… touching it feels good. A jolt of electricity and energy. The tiredness… is gone.

Something flickers beneath him, and the Phantom jumps into the air. White feet follow black legs. Him.

The mirror that showed green wisps and two teens now show a white haired boy, with two green eyes. Something seems… underneath that reflection, though. Approaching the mirror, Phantom tilts his head, and the picture glints into something blue eyes and black haired for a fraction of a second, as though it is iridescent.

And then he blinks out altogether again.

xXx

Phantom’s first appearance is in the night. The girl has put away her book she was crying over while reading in the kitchen, and the Parents are upstairs; they eat, softly, quiet. It’s like walking in snow. The cold is not tranquil, the flakes not soft, they are just sharp things that land quietly in flesh.

The Phantom decides to break it with an icy crunch.

From the shadows, from the floors, he claws at that energy.

The Family stare in shock at the white haired, green eyed form that flickers in the shadows.

Their ears ring as his form, like static snowflakes, glints into something familiar, as they sit frozen.

xXx

He sleeps again, after that stunt— but the Phantom wakes, hopeful. The Family is searching for the lost person— perhaps they will also be sympathetic to his cause. Maybe they don’t even need to find the lost one, Phantom considers; this feels so much like home, maybe… maybe. No, no, you can both get help, he scolds in gentle reminder to himself, reminding those thoughts are the scoprion’s poison. It’s not malevolent— it just, in some way, he just knows he’ll slot in like a missing puzzle piece. He doesn’t know how he knows, and thoughts like that make the urge of please see me, the love, the need, grow so strong.

His voice reaches them in a static scream; he gives that approach up quickly when the Parents shoot into the nothing. He doesn’t want to scare, he wants to be helped, and to help. He’s finally a little less braindead (his chuckle is tinny static) and can contemplate a little more emotionally complicated situations— in other words, he can tell continuing to screech is perhaps not the best idea, and perhaps more subtlety that is available to him with his increased thoughts is required.

The TV channels, the word magnets, the radio. Static and the message lost lost lost please help lost lost forgot forgot see me see see see seeseeseeseesee me.

The Phantom feels his message is going well until the Family destroys those things in a green fire.

I need your help, though, he grimaces. Perhaps they just aren’t getting it. The dead cannot speak, are not supposed to; he knows this when he writes messages, something grating in his mind that keeps him from communicating all but his basic thoughts and wants.

Determined still, he starts flickering into existence again, clawing out of shadows. Lights flicker at his arrival.

It’s hard to do much like that, though; his brain dies (more?) and it’s all his concentration of see me see me.

The Family shoots at him, and more sleek machinery invades the household— defenses.

It doesn’t hurt him.

But… if he gets frustrated, slams at the fixtures a little harder than needed, rakes the words into place to try to say something, who can blame him? The Phantom, for some reason he cannot explain, feels the Family is his family. The Phantom wants to be seen. The universe tries to keep the dead in line, restrain the dead from disrupting that natural order of their old life and their afterlife. It’s a lot of factors, the Phantom dismisses, very much like a sassy teenager, and slams a door a little harder to get someone to notice.

The real problem is that they notice, then react in all the wrong ways. But the Phantom cannot swallow that, that his efforts are squandered, because then where would he be?

xXx

By the time the Fentons are valiant enough to get Vlad to get the “gang” back together, the creature is a constant. The ghost scrapes its filthy claws over the lights, resides in mirrors, screams over anything electronic— and their tech puts no stop to it. It’s like it has a foot in each world, caught between the ghost zone’s intangibility that would let it not be hurt but make it challenging to interact and the human realm’s solidity that would allow it to be wounded.

It is too powerful.

xXx

The Phantom can feel that the irritated old man is powerful. Something about his eyes glints red, in that same iridescent way that something inside Phantom’s green eyes glint blue like a glacier, if you just tilt your head and squint just right.

The Parents, who the Phantom has grown wary of— and yet he’s still here— why? It feels so much like home. He wants it to be home, because it’s always felt his place. Maybe that missing person doesn’t need to be found— maybe he can—no, no, remember!— the Parents, they are ranting about ghosts loudly. The man is impassive, and the Phantom plays with tilting his head just right to get the man’s skin to flood blue.

“I think it’s Danny,” Daughter says softly. That name stings him, but Phantom doesn’t think Daughter means to hurt him. She, Phantom still likes. She looks at him when he shows, looks at him like someone is concerned, even if she cries harder than ever nowadays (maybe Phantom is just awake to see it more, but he notes the constant redness of eyes and face is new, so maybe not). She doesn’t destroy his messages, just stares. Not helpful in the least, he notes sarcastically, plucking at the invisible yet black (—how can it be both? How can he be two things that are so opposite and parallel?) jumpsuit of his (how can it exist when he never can exist, so many hows).

“That isn’t Danny,” the Parents cement, and Phantom frowns. The name stings again, the scorpion sitting perched upon a rib and taking personal offence to that person. Who is Danny?

xXx

Watching the old man is tiring and boring. Phantom doesn’t have enough energy to reach him, to say help me (because the old man has the glint and that has to mean something) so he decides to change that.

When he sleeps, he dreams of so many glinting things. Flickering figures of the Family and the Teens that visit sometimes. But they are just ghosts of memories.

xXx

It is in the night when he wakes up, green eyes staring at the silver pool moon, pleased as he ever is staring at those stars.

A breath passes his lips, and his nonexistent form shudders. Someone—!

“You must change back,” the ghost he saw in glints of the old man says. Belatedly, he introduces— “I am Plasmius, and I am… like you.”

“You see me,” Phantom murmurs, breath foggy. No, that isn’t right. The ghost is squinting in general directions, as though Phantom is a glimmer in his eye. Phantom is a glimmer in his own eye in the mirror, so he understands.

“You are... foggy,” the blue ghost amends, confirming Phantom’s thoughts. “Something about you is wrong.”

“Thanks,” Phantom says sarcastically (a new ability, a new joke that he loves), “tell me something I don’t know.”

“What happened to you?” the ghost asks.

“I woke up,” Phantom says bluntly. “I’m here now. They won’t help me.”

“Their son— they ignored their son?”

“They have a Son?” Phantom’s eyes flutter— “is he the lost one?”

xXx

The ghost went back to flickering inside the old man, because the Mother charged in.

“Oh,” she sighed, “it’s just you.”

“Yes,” he says, and he glimmers and shows fangs and horns, “just me.”

Phantom does not like the way he is looking at the Mother, but he’s not that good at judging subtleties in people still, so he lets that feeling pass.

xXx

The next… Phantom isn’t sure if it’s the day, he fell asleep, but his naps are less and less, so he feels safe in calling it the next day… the next day, the ghost flickers out of the old man to float with him again.

“How do you do that?” Phantom wonders. Is it the key to not being seen, to guise oneself as one of them, as not dead?

“You should be able to do it, too,” the ghost mutters, “I see it in you.”

“The blue eyes and the black hair,” Phantom breathes. Like a bird feather that shows green at an angle, so too does his other, and this ghost is the same.

“But you are unstable,” Plasmius informs in a frown. “You never settled into one world, so you are stuck unable to traverse between them.”

Phantom blinks, confused, and Plasmius heaves a sigh of thin patience.

“You flicker a lot more than I do,” he informs bluntly, in a tone that suggests perhaps Phantom is an idiot. “And,” he tacks on, more contemplatively, “you seem to not remember anything, as though you’ve separated yourself from that essential connection.”

“Connection,” Phantom echoes, and he yearns for that connection. His entire soul keens for it, to fill that hole.

“Yes Danny,” Plasmius grunts, and that scorpion strikes again, “a connection.”

“I’m Phantom,” he defends, tapping at his ribs like he can knock the stinging creature off, away from his vulnerable chest.

“You’re both,” Plasmius says.

“Danny is the other?” Phantom asks.

“The blue eyes and the black hair? Yes. He is your glint, and he is the lost one, and he is just you.”

“Oh,” Phantom breathes, and the scorpion is writhing and striking his heart and itself and his ribs and— and—

He passes out, green eyes going out like a light.

—But the flickers, the flickers finger around him, crawling over his form like electricity for a moment, and his form is a patchwork of two, and his mind is a flood of memory.

xXx

“I defeated the ghost, last night, and he gave me your son,” Plasmius’ old-man voice rings.

And Phantom is Danny and Danny is Phantom— and as usual he sleeps. Memories came in dreams, an eruption after so long of being dammed, brought forth at simple acceptance. Despite the dreaming, or rather because of it, he is achingly tired, with zero energy.

This time, his family (the Family, the same) surrounds him in warmth, in that thread of connection, and inside, in more normal and soft dreams, he feels something become filled.

The scorpion crawls away into the soft, soft snow.

[pauldron-pieces]

Perdita 'Aurelezra' Gentle's Backstory: From Elsewhere

Fandom: Dungeons And Dragons (5E)

Pairing: N/A, Perdita-Centric

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: This is a hypothetical narrative scenario featuring original characters in a world created by my Dungeon Master. As usual, this is non-canon and I own nothing aside from intellectual properties specifically attached to Perdita Gentle. This installment is mechanically unsound in a multitude of ways and ignores certain important lore facets.

Applicable trigger warnings are listed inside. Enjoy!

Taglist: @sporadic-fics and @cookiethewriter!

Inspired By: The Little Mermaid Score: Bedtime and sleepmakeswaves: One Day You Will Teach Me To Let Go Of My Fears

[Perdita Gentle is a Warforged celestial warlock utilizing the Pact Of The Bastion homebrew, and her appearance can be found here!]

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains multiple triggering scenes including vivid depictions of violence and brief mentions of character death. Stay safe!]

It came from elsewhere...

Amidst the hail of shooting stars peppering the landscape from the tail of the near-passing comet, something else arrived.

It was frail, fragile, spindly fingers clawing for purchase on the walls of the crater it emerged from. It did not make it much further than that, and it was discovered the following morning by two children surveying the damage in their family's garden.

Between the two of them, they propped it up, marveling at the chipped red gilding that coated its limbs. It stirred and they fled in a panic, running back towards the large house and calling for their parents.

×+×

Brand stared down at the crumpled mess of Warforged on his front terrace, an eyebrow raised. His two young children danced around his legs, alternating between pulling him forward and tugging him back. "This is the cause of all the fuss? This?" He asked incredulously.

"It moved by itself!"

"Aye, just as you move by yourself." The former captain commented dryly, ruffling his daughter's hair and utterly destroying the complex tangle of braids her mother had labored over. "You two lubbers have seen Warforged before, or have you forgotten?"

"Testin doesn't look like that!" His son protested. "Testin has a face!"

"You know how your hair is different from mine, pup? And how your sister's nose is less prodigious than this beak I sport? Warforged have such varied traits as well."

The head on the thing looked like an old Thanatonaut relic, just a smooth dome. It also bore archaic equipment for off-Flow navigation on the inside of its arms. Brand heaved out a sigh, smoothing a finger over his brown mustache in a meditative manner.

"Well, we can't just leave 'em out here. Ceere, have your mother ring Testin. And you, Kamer, are going to help me settle this poor rattler into one of our chairs out here." Brand rolled his eyes at how pale his son went, while Ceere stuck her tongue out at him. "Oi, chit, stop taunting your brother. Now shoo, and make sure your mother knows to tell Testin that it's important!"

×+×

Brand Gentle had made his fortune in his younger years as the eventual captain on a deep-space excavation platform. He had seen many odd things in his day, unearthed strange and unusual artifacts from times long gone by. Thanatonaut helms that predated mankind's fumbling into Flow travel, monoliths to terrible and forgotten powers; the refuse of man's advance into the stars.

Yet he had never seen anything quite like this. A Warforged birthed of a meteor, trimmed in battered red and gold like the veils of the Vespertine Order.

The former captain sat on his patio across from the mysterious Warforged, finally leaning forward in his chair after he collected his thoughts. "What is your name?" He asked quietly.

The thing ticked and whirred, and a hoarse voice answered, "I have no designation." A female voice.

Brand sighed heavily. He should have known it wouldn't be so straightforward. Beside him, Testin Awe cleared his throat. "Think back. Can you remember what happened before you woke in the Gentle's prize rose garden?" The hulking Warforged's tone was dry, blue eyes darting to Brand when he touched upon the sensitive subject. Brand was exceedingly protective of his roses.

More ticking. "Darkness." An odd shimmy of mechanics long unused as she tipped her head to the side. "I fell."

"I bet you did." Testin replied, then muttered under his breath, "Captain, she's battier than the Bakhroma Green."

Brand waved him off, giving the faceless Warforged across from him a tight smile. She cocked her head to the side again, and he got the unsettling feeling that he was being studied.

"I hurt your flowers. How can I fix them?" She queried.

Brand blinked. Testin, despite lacking an actual throat, seemed quite intent on clearing it today.

×+×

Calling her Perdita seemed to be a given. She was lost, constantly, wandering the grounds of the Gentle estate at all hours of the night and day. She had no physical needs, as was the custom of her race, so Brand saw no harm in her roving. She certainly didn't seem malicious, just curious in a blunt way.

Libertia, Brand's wife, took an odd shine to the spacey automaton. The former captain often found the woman chatting to her, trying to help her expand her ability for speech. Perdita was minimalist in her words, though she did eventually begin to speak more as the years passed.

Testin thought Perdita was a bit touched. "Still a little battle-rattle in that one." He had remarked privately to Brand, his craggy face oddly sympathetic for a Warforged. "Hard to shake sometimes."

Brand knew better than most folk that Warforged were more than adequate matches for their fleshy counterparts, and he took everything his old first mate told him as gospel. Testin was in agreement with Brand that the red and gold Warforged was decidedly not a threat.

"She just likes the flowers?" Testin asked suddenly one evening as he and Brand sat on the terrace. Brand nodded lazily, the smoke from his cheroot cigar twirling and arching through the air. "I don't get it, but...well, I guess you did have a penchant for gathering up the misfits." The gray-green Warforged allowed, his sidelong grin making Brand chuckle. "She's happy here, y'know. She mentioned it to me earlier. She thinks she's helping when you let her trim the bushes." His laughter was a rusty noise.

"She loves talking with Lib. Er, with may not be the right term. My wife could talk the legs off a table." Brand smiled fondly and Testin rolled those glowing blue eyes.

"Have you heard from Kamer at all?" The large Warforged changed the subject, frowning when the former captain sighed and shook his head.

"I'm not sure I should have sent him away for his schooling. What with the Empire gaining ground steadily, I'm uncertain how long the boarding schools will be safe."

"Hey, Kamer's smart. You know that. That kid won't get himself tangled up in anything. Besides, what the hell would the Empire want with a kid who's sole aspiration is to be an architect?" Testin tilted his head. "Now, Ceere-"

"Don't remind me, she's apprenticed to the Facturers now. Hopefully, by the grace of the gods, she'll put her tinkering tendencies to good use and stop destroying my beautiful skiffs." Brand groaned, putting his head in his hands.

"I mean, she's got great potential. Engine ripped itself apart in three different places."

"I'm well aware, you mechanical menace. It was my favorite Screamer class!"

×+×

Libertia was the one to suggest that Perdita consider taking up the habit of the Vespertine Order.

"You seem at peace whenever you come with me to chapel, Perdie." She commented one afternoon over tea. Brand raised an eyebrow at his wife, then glanced at the featureless automaton across the way. "Have you ever thought about joining the convent?" Libertia queried.

Perdita hummed thoughtfully. "I like the chapel. It's quiet. Makes me feel like I can stop moving." She offered a shrug. "I know I'm not...quiet." She was a much older model than Testin and her body tended to rattle or squeak at odd intervals.

"You don't feel like you can be still here?" Brand asked curiously.

"I am restless." The Warforged admitted quietly. "Some things help. The garden. The chapel."

Brand grunted, settling back in his chair and lapsing into thought. The Vespertine sisters were a formidable bunch, for all that they resided on this backwater planetoid. They seemed to have their proverbial fingers in a multitude of pies. He wasn't sure if he trusted them with his Perdie.

His mustache quirked up in a wry grin, realizing that he was thinking of the Warforged like she was one of his own children. "Do what you think is best, Perdie. Perhaps the quiet will help you sort yourself out. Gods know we tithe enough to the church, maybe in exchange for our continued generosity they'll accept someone a little less fleshy than their usual ranks."

He got the faintest impression that Perdita was beaming at him, her whole body haloed with a strange golden light. But Brand blinked and the light was gone. He shook his head at himself, vowing not to spike his afternoon tea so strongly next time.

×+×

When the Empire came to the planet years later, they struck without warning.

Evening prayer had just finished, the last fleeting rays of sunlight peering through the simple leaded glass windows of the chapel. Perdita sat docile in the pew, her head bowed beneath her veil.

"It makes me glad to know that you've found some sort of peace and purpose." Brand commented, the now-elderly man ambling up alongside her. "Never put much faith in this church business, myself. Give me the Flow and a nimble craft and I'm a content man."

"Captain." She inclined her head. She had heard his sentiment many times before.

"I'm surprised you haven't gone out to chart the world, my dear. Your cartographer's gear will get rusty!" The former captain teased, settling down into the pew and patting her arm. "Surely, the Vespertine sisters ought to be spread?"

"It is dangerous." Perdita sighed. "I am trying. The Ferrarium Empire-"

"Bah, belay that codswallop here." Brand groused. "Bunch of nobles in stuffed shirts with too many guns and not enough good sense. Stole my good boy away and turned him into a simpering buffoon." He bowed his head, touching his thumb to his left cheek and then his sternum. "Thank the gods his mother passed on before he made that terrible choice."

An odd whistling caught his attention, and Brand cocked his head. His hearing had been shot for years, maybe he was imagining the sound-

The windows abruptly exploded inwards as an impact rocked the ground. Sisters scurried this way and that in panic, their veils fluttering like butterfly wings as they ushered the last few stragglers out of the structure. Brand, his ears still ringing from the first bombardment, felt a second one strike outside. Perdita was stiff, unmoving in the pew, so he seized her hand and made haste for the doorway.

"Perdie, we cannot linger in this place!" He tried to snap her out of it, her deceptively-heavy form slowing their flight. "It's the Empire, Perdie, we have to--" Through the haze of dust rising, the former captain caught sight of a massive dreadnought's keel flying low overhead. Rage burned at his soul; why would they come here of all places? This was a planet of agriculture, not manufacturing!

Perdita tilted her head, and Brand knew that she must have noticed the ship. "What is that?" She asked, her voice ticking up slightly in query.

"That is something that should not have turned its eye upon us!" Brand snapped. "Why the devil would they-" There was shouting up ahead, and scattered pistol fire. "Martyr's malfeasance," the elderly man swore, "I ought to have known."

The Inquisitors had arrived, bearing overpowered arms and causing chaos as was their want. Brand managed to slip around the edge of the advancing line, searching the crowds for Testin's large form. His old first mate was nowhere to be seen and Brand's heart sank.

An Inquisitor loomed up out of the smoke in front of them, halting the former captain in his tracks. "Identify yourself, civilian." The armored man droned.

"Or what? You've already blown the chapel and convent to pieces!" Brand spat. "What could the Ferrarium Empire possibly want from a sleepy little colony planet?"

The Inquisitor's baton met the side of the elderly man's head with a dull thud, felling him with ease.

×+×

Brand started awake, hacking and wheezing as he inhaled ash. He sat up, ignoring the throbbing of his head. Where is-

"Perdita!" He yelled, struggling to his feet and cupping his hands around his mouth. "Perdie, where are you?"

The cobblestones underfoot had been broken and scattered by the mortaring, making the footing uncertain. The former captain stumbled forward over the rubble, continuing to call for the Warforged.

A shimmer of red and gold flickered through the hellish smoke up ahead, and he fancied it might be her habit. His suspicions proved correct as her frail form solidified out of the clouds of billowing dust and ash.

"Perdita!" Brand exclaimed gladly.

She turned slowly at the sound of his voice, that damned veil still flapping fitfully in the turbulent air. Beneath the gauzy shroud where her domed head was, the former captain saw something blaze to life. Eyes, hundreds of them, glowing through the fabric. Brand stopped in his tracks, uncertain of what he was seeing. That blow to the head must have rattled him, now he was hallucinating!

Her hand pressed to her chest over the long habit. "I am the bastion." Perdita said calmly, as though they weren't being bombarded by low-flying aircraft. "I am Vespertine, I am Alizarin, I am reborn. My name is Aurelezra, and I fell to defend."

A shell plummeted from the sky and with a single motion, she obliterated it. One moment it was there, the next, she simply pointed at it and a shimmering golden manifestation that resembled an enormous rose blossom appeared directly in its path. The shell struck it, the impact sending foiled shrapnel flitting listlessly to the ground.

Brand was wholly bewildered. The only other time he had witnessed such power was when-

The thousands of eyes swiveled to stare at him, blinking rapidly. Brand swallowed hard. "What did those blasted nuns do to you, Perdie?" He asked, his voice so low he wasn't sure if she would hear it over the pandemonium.

Perdita tipped her head to the side, those eyes writhing and teeming nauseatingly over one another, flickering through the habit in a way that made Brand exceedingly glad she was wearing it. "I am the bastion." She repeated. She sounded hideously serene. "I am Alizarin."

Rifle reports barked through the air and Perdita turned towards the noise, setting off over the debris with sure steps. "Wait, Perdie!" Brand protested, fumbling after her as best as he could. "Perdie, are you mad? These are Inquisitors, you can't just..." He trailed off as he watched her simply walk through the line of gunfire. "Or perhaps you can." He muttered.

A strange golden haze shone around her body and every time a bullet struck the haze, a malevolent eye roiled to the surface to fix the attacker with a blazing stare. More shells rained down and each one was foiled or thrown off-target by shimmering, sunset-hued roses, blossoming riotously to life in midair like some grand fireworks display at a midsummer fair.

"Captain!" That was Testin's voice, thank gods. The elderly man turned this way and that, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally spotted the towering mass that was Testin.

"Testin my boy, you're a sight for sore eyes!" Brand said with a wry grin, taking in the small cluster of nuns that were teeming anxiously in the shadow of the massive automaton. Among them was the Mother Superior, her black veil a stark contrast to the usual red. "You've got some explaining to do, woman! What the hell have you done to my Perdie?" Brand thundered, itching to shake her until her teeth rattled.

"Sister Perdita has spent many, many hours reading the scriptures and studying our texts, Captain Gentle." The woman replied, almost infuriatingly calm. "She was brought to this planet for a specific reason."

"What are you on about? Look at her! It's like she's possessed!" The elderly man shouted.

"She has become more, Captain. A vessel for something that we mere mortals have only glimpsed. Alizarin, the Red Saint."

"There's a thousand blasted eyes all over her and she's sending out starbursts of roses that intercept cannon fire!" Brand roared. "I'll only ask once more, what have you done to her?"

"She willingly accepted this power, Captain. I suggest you calm yourself. I know you do not believe or trust in the power of the Red Saint, but Sister Perdita does." The matron retorted haughtily. "And when Libertia was alive-"

"Keep my wife's name out of your mouth." Brand snarled, his hand instinctively twitching down towards his hip for the piece he had carried in his younger years.

"Easy now, Cap." Testin intoned, raising a hand. "Easy."

"You planned this from the start." Brand accused the woman, a sick sense of realization blossoming in his gut. "You put the idea in Libertia's head, didn't you? Why Perdie?"

"Warforged make excellent vessels." The Mother Superior said simply.

Testin rumbled in threat overhead, one large hand settling heavily on the woman's shoulder. "I suggest you choose your next words very carefully." The Warforged paladin's tone was one of extreme irritation. "Unless you'd like to find out how bad of a vessel I can be."

"She has become a warlock of exceptional power." The woman hurriedly continued. "The Red Saint is pleased with our offering, and he will-"

"The Red Saint, aye? Unwilling martyr himself." Brand scoffed. "You've gone and turned my girl into a nightmare for the glory of that flayed demagogue."

"A nightmare that can go toe-to-toe with Inquisitor gunsmithing." The Mother Superior shot back smugly. "You knew as well as I did that it was only a matter of time before the Ferrarium Empire turned their gaze to the Fringes. Their grasping for resources is ceaseless."

"As interesting as your bickering is, we're wasting time." Testin growled, gesturing vaguely forwards. "She's gaining on their dreadnought. We following her?"

×+×

Everything was so loud.

"It is time, Aurelezra." His voice was like smoke, like whispers. He drew her attention upwards to the ship, He guided her hands as she wove the spell and He found her the suitable target. "They will not take this planet. They will never take again."

Perdita nodded shakily, power dripping and sparking from her fingers. "Never again."

"You have done well, Aurelezra. You easily outstrip the mortals." He praised as she raised her hands. "I shall do such wonders through you."

×+×

Without warning, a bolt of red light shot from Perdita's hands and arced up at the command ship. Testin swore loudly, the Warforged's face twisting into an approximation of a grimace. "Oh, that's not good." He said hoarsely, leaving the cluster of nuns behind as he moved forward.

"What, what's happened?" Brand asked frantically, trying to keep up.

"That was something that uh, I wouldn't have used. A little too spicy for me." The Warforged grunted, readying the hand cannon integrated in his left forearm. His heavy, elephantine feet easily crushed the rubble beneath him, clearing the way for the former captain. "If everyone on that ship isn't dead after that spell hits..."

"What?" Brand gasped.

Testin shook his head mournfully, not finishing that trail of thought. "We need to figure out where the ship will go down. Figure out whether we can break it apart ahead of time or whether your Perdie has a few more Red Saint tricks up that veil." Testin's sigh was heavy. "I'm sorry, Captain."

The command ship began rapidly losing altitude, listing slightly to the right. Perdita pursued it doggedly and Brand watched her raise her hands again. "Perdie!" He shouted, heartened when she paused. "Stop, Perdie!"

"Stay put!" Testin yelled, then said, "Cap, either get onboard or get left behind, we don't have time for your old bones."

Brand growled something uncharitable about his former first mate, then swung up onto the pro-offered arm.

Testin sprinted forward, easily catching up to the waifish Perdita and grabbing her around the waist with one massive hand. "I'd like to shake the marbles clean out of your chest right now, but we don't have time for me to be pissed off at you." Testin snarled at her, still at his full sprint. "You got anything else in that arsenal of yours, or are you gonna' let that ship crush someone's farm?"

"I can do it."

"What, exactly?"

Perdita pointed upwards at the ship and simply said, "shatter." A massive golden rose exploded into being on the keel, blowing a hole in the hull the size of the town square. Splinters and beams rained down, Testin barely managing to dodge a few of the larger chunks.

"Martyr's malfeasance, you're a menace!" The larger Warforged said in disbelief, the cannon in his left arm whirring to life as the ship sank within his range. "I mean, keep it up, but saint's blood you are an absolute terror." His cannon glowed, shoulder tight when he fired and sent the projectile rocketing upwards to erupt in a radiant blast. "Not fancy, but any port in a storm." He huffed, trying to chamber another round without releasing Perdita.

"There's so much." Perdita was shaking in Testin's grip. Molten gold trailed from her fingertips and every eye that shone through the veil was wide open.

Brand clambered across Testin's shoulders, the elderly man reaching out so he could grab one of her hands. "Listen to me, Perdie." He said loudly, trying to make sure she could hear him over the rapidly-approaching creak of timbers and warning system alarms. "You've got some kind of hellfiring power now, right?"

Perdita nodded slowly. "He's so loud." She breathed, and Brand knew with crushing certainty that she wasn't talking about himself or Testin.

"Aye, I'm sure he is. But if he wants to have you as his vessel, he needs to understand that you're the captain." Brand reasoned fiercely. "You bite back at that freeloader and you tell him you're the damned captain, you hear me girl?!"

×+×

I'm the captain.

Perdita clung to the thought, staggering through the red haze of her subconscious.

I'm the captain.

Alizarin nodded in acquiescence. "That you are, Aurelezra. For now. For this moment. What will you do?" He chuckled. "You are unfamiliar with such power. You have already overdrawn yourself. What will you do, Defender?"

It doesn't matter whether I'm tired. I'm the captain. Me. Not you, she thought stubbornly.

×+×

Perdita clawed her way up Testin's arm to his shoulder, the larger Warforged rumbling in confusion. "What the hell are you doing now?"

"I'm the captain." Perdita said sharply. Blast after golden blast was flung by her hand, the ship groaning under the assault. Timbers cracked and creaked like the ship was caught in a ferocious gale. "I'm the captain!" She yelled, "I'm the captain!"

The dreadnought rent itself apart at the scuppers with one final impact, briefly looking like the massive ribcage of some eldritch horror. The engines tore free of their mooring, the shriek of metal heralding doom for the trio as they plummeted downwards. Testin tried to backpedal, but he had built up such a head of steam and the engines were so enormous-

Brand fumbled to catch Perdita's hand once again, closing his eyes as he heard Testin grit out what he assumed was his final swear.

Looks like I'll be home soon, Lib.

"A Bastion for my faithful." That was not Perdita's voice. It was barely a whisper, smooth as silk and light as a favorable breeze. "Blessed are you, Brand Gentle, for you have seen my power once before. Blessed are you, Brand Gentle, for you have survived my power once before. Blessed shall you be, Brand Gentle, though you do not believe."

A golden dome sheathed the triumvirate of individuals, millions of eyes scattered across it opening and closing at random. Brand gripped Perdita's hand as tightly as he dared, uncertain if he was the only one seeing this...wonder.

"Fear not, Brand Gentle. She will not be harmed."

The dome vanished and Testin fairly seethed with curses, the gray-green Warforged reeling back a step from the flaming wreckage of the engine that surrounded them. A neat circle had been sheared out from the dome, the edges still molten and smoking.

"That's it. Whatever's gotten into you, I'm tearing it out of you!" the paladin announced, grappling Perdita around the waist again. "Send that cosmic bastard back to the Deep Reef where it belongs, I-" He paused when she went limp in his hold, lowering his glowing right hand after a moment. "Uh...Perdie?" He asked warily, shaking her until she rattled. "Perdie?"

"I'm the captain." She responded, her voice reedy with exhaustion. Perdita reached out to Brand, and he carefully laced his fingers through her own. "I-I'm the...captain..."

"Aye child," Brand murmured, "that you are."

×+×

The whole colony banded together to scuttle the dreadnought's bones. The Vespertine sisters made themselves marvellously useful when it came to putting the dead to rest.

Most of the ship's crew had been slaughtered by whatever Perdita had done with that spell, and the few left alive had perished on impact.

Testin had grunted in satisfaction as he surveyed the red veiled sisters scurrying to and fro in the wreckage. "I think your Perdie just fired the galaxy's largest warning shot."

"Aye." Brand had agreed wearily. "Now all that's left to see is whether the Empire will take notice."

"Their dreadnoughts aren't usually...destroyed, Captain. Once word gets back to them, all hell's going to break loose." The Warforged predicted grimly, his arms folded over his chest. "You'd better make sure she clears atmosphere before they come back around."

"I don't think I could make her stay!" The former captain chuckled. "She's always been on the move, Testin. High time she did something with all that energy."

×+×

"The Gotengo has been moored for years, Captain. You think it can still hold up?" Testin mused, poring over the old schematics.

Brand sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "It's the finest craft I have at my disposal, dusty or not. And she'll need something nimble if she's planning on trekking out there through the blockades." He meandered to the window of his study, staring down at his rose garden without actually seeing it. "I've already gotten in touch with Squire Deering, and he claims he's found a slew of candidates for her crew."

Testin snorted in disbelief. "And you trust that penny-pinching miser? Guy probably trawled through three different wharfside taverns and asked for able-bodied seamen."

"Deering may be a...bit tight fisted, but he's a good man. I have great faith that when Perdita arrives, she'll be shown nothing but courtesy." Brand assured the gray-green Warforged, stroking his mustache.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I distinctly remember that waistcoat-wearing ponce saddling you with a ship that had a rotted out mainmast." Testin deadpanned. "What did he blame it on? Moths?"

Brand coughed awkwardly, clearing his throat. "Regardless, he will treat her right. Warforged or not, she's the captain."

"A new Captain Gentle." Testin shook his head ruefully. "Never thought I'd see the day. Bodes pretty shit for the Empire, if you ask me."

"All I hope is that she and that blooded saint first mate of hers give them hell."

[megashadowdragon]

Fuel for Cersei's Paranoia in The Winds of Winter

Cersei's Concerns After her Trial

After Cersei's trial is complete, assuming it doesn't end with her execution, she will be trying to catch up on everything that went down in Westeros while she was out of commission. When TWOW opens, she'll have a plethora of sources of information at her disposal to feed her paranoia and to lead her to make more of her trademark foolish, impulsive decisions.

There are a number of issues Cersei will be interested in gathering information about, but in this post I’ll be focusing on Jaime’s disappearance.

Cersei lifted her chin, her green eyes shining in the candlelight. “Jaime? Have you had word?”

“None. Cersei, you may need to prepare yourself for - ”

“If he were dead, I would know it. We came into this world together, uncle. He would not go without me.”

ADWD Epilogue

Red Ronnet Connington

We last heard about Red Ronnet in Kevan's epilogue. He was confined to his chambers within the Red Keep until his loyalty to Tommen could be ascertained. Cersei has a number of reasons to be interested in speaking with Ronnet. He’s related to Jon Connington, and since Cersei will have to do some maneuvering to get back on the small council, she might see him as her best bet to gather information about Aegon VI’s invasion. Cersei would also know that out of everyone currently in Kingslanding, Red Ronnet had the most recent contact with Jaime before he vanished.

Unfortunately for Cersei, Ronnet Connington will have no information to give her on his father’s cousin and (f)Aegon. However, he might have some interesting things to say about Jaime. When we were last inside her head, Cersei was unwilling to believe that Jaime would truly have abandoned her to the Faith and followed Brienne.

Her. The queen remembered the Maid of Tarth, a huge, ugly, shambling thing who dressed in man's mail. Jaime would never abandon me for such a creature. My raven never reached him, elsewise he would have come.

ADWD Cersei I

Connington may start to put a few cracks in this conviction. Especially if he shares how his last interaction with Jaime went.

"The bear was less hairy than that freak, I'll—"

Jaime's golden hand cracked him across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out, burning. "You are speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne."

AFFC Jaime III

It’s also interesting that Connington is familiar with one of Brienne’s mocking nicknames.

Connington edged away from the spreading flames on his hands and knees. "Brienne. If it please my lord." He spat a glob of blood at Jaime's foot. "Brienne the Beauty."

AFFC Jaime III

Regardless of whether you believe Brienne is the YMB or not, or whether Cersei would be willing to believe it, hearing someone refer to the younger woman Jaime disappeared with as “Brienne the Beauty” might be a bit jarring for Cersei.

Randyll Tarly

Randyll has returned to Kingslanding from Maidenpool with his army at Mace Tyrell's request. He stands high in Mace's councils, so there's a good chance he'll encounter Cersei while she still has to work around the Tyrells.

Randyll ran into Brienne of Tarth in AFFC. She told him she was looking for Sansa Stark and produced a warrant signed by Tommen stating she was about the King's business. Randyll also knows Brienne was carrying Oathkeeper, and could easily give a recognizable description. It's not every day you see a Valyrian steel sword with a ruby-encrusted lion pommel and red-and-black ripples worked into the blade. There’s only one other like it, Widow’s Wail, the sword that was given to Joffrey.

Should Cersei talk to Randyll, she might draw a connection between Jaime's disappearance and Sansa Stark. After all, the woman Jaime disappeared with was on the lookout for the girl, in possession of items that only Jaime could have given to her. If she finds out about the writ from Tommen, it might make her angrier than it made Lady Stoneheart, and she might start to reconsider training Tommen to sign everything put before him.

Another interesting thing to note about Randyll is that he has a low opinion of Brienne.

As for you, my lady, it is said that your father is a good man. If so, I pity him. Some men are blessed with sons, some with daughters. No man deserves to be cursed with such as you. Live or die, Lady Brienne, do not return to Maidenpool whilst I rule here."

Brienne V

No doubt Brienne, a woman who takes on a more traditionally masculine role, reminds him of Sam, whom he felt was too feminine to be a proper son. Any conversation Randyll has about Brienne will undoubtedly convey this disdain, and he’d likely be willing to share the worst of what people believe of her.

Qyburn

Cersei trusted Qyburn above all her other counselors in AFFC. Considering he was the only one who stayed loyal to her during her imprisonment with the Faith, she’ll likely double down on her reliance on him in TWOW. Qyburn is Cersei’s Master of Whisperers, so he’s likely to pass on any rumors about Jaime that spread in the wake of his disappearance. And although they’ve never had much conversation about it, Cersei knows Qyburn spent time with Jaime and Brienne at Harrenhal.

We know tales of Jaime and Brienne’s earlier travels through the Riverlands have started to spread and become embellished.

"I wished to see where the bear danced with the maiden not-so-fair." His beard shone in the light as if it were afire. Jaime could smell wine on his breath. "Is it true the wench fought naked?"

"Naked? No." He wondered how that wrinkle had been added to the story.

AFFC Jaime III

The same game of telephone could affect tales of whatever befalls Jaime and Brienne after Pennytree. The nobles are essentially the celebrities of the common folk. The fact that a highborn maid vanished with the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard will likely get some tongues wagging. And, there has been lewd speculation about Jaime and Brienne in the Riverlands before.

In the corner by the window Lem and Harwin sat talking to red-haired Tansy in low voices.

". . . spent the night in Jaime's cell," she heard the woman say. "Her and this other wench, the one who slew Renly. All three o' them together, and come the morn Lady Catelyn cut him loose for love." She gave a throaty chuckle.

ASOS Arya V

Hearing tales of her brother and another woman, not only from Qyburn, but also gossiped about around Court, would doubtless drive Cersei up a wall. And Qyburn could confirm that at least some of the rumors are true. While the events of Jaime’s “roadtrip” with Brienne haven’t interested Cersei in the past, there is reason that they might do so now. Qyburn was a witness to almost everything that went on at Harrenhal, from the bath to the bearpit. I don’t imagine hearing Qyburn confirm that Jaime was willing to jump in front of a bear to save Brienne would reassure Cersei that “Jaime would never abandon her for such a creature.”

So, what will this lead Cersei to do . . .

Considering her “Tyrion is in the walls” level of paranoia, I'm curious to see what kind of conspiracy theories she'll cook up.

First and foremost, hearing all of this, she’ll stop trusting Jaime. Cersei will likely turn vengeful, and seek to cause him or Brienne harm if they resurface and she can reach them. Depending on her state of mind, she may start to believe Jaime is the Valonqar, or Brienne is the YMB. And if Cersei tries to harm Brienne, Jaime could very well valonqar her.

While they’re out of her reach though, there are still some actions Cersei might take.

Cersei established a precedent that Kingsguard can be removed from service when she dismissed Barristan on the grounds of old age. In a rage, she might have Jaime removed from his position for being a traitor or abandoning his post. In classic Cersei fashion, this may prove to be a mistake in the long-term. The Tyrells may push to stuff the Kingsguard with more of their own men, and perhaps promote Loras to the role of Lord Commander (giving them another small council seat).

Other ramifications of removing Jaime from the Kingsguard are more in line with the hypothetical that Brienne is the YMB. Jaime would no longer be bound to the Kingsguard’s oaths. He could marry, and press a claim for his lordship. If he were to marry Brienne, and she were to become the Lady of Casterly Rock, Brienne would be taking Cersei’s last refuge of power, taking what she holds dear.

One last musing - The potential for Randyll to drag Sansa’s name into the mix is interesting. Cersei still hates Sansa, but recently her ire has been focused on Margaery Tyrell. Should Cersei regain power in KL for some length of time, and learn that Sansa is somehow connected to Jaime’s disappearance, she may dedicate more resources to hunt Sansa down.

TLDR; GRRM has surrounded Cersei with characters that can shed some light on Jaime’s disappearance, and the information they give her could lead to some of her characteristic short-sighted moves.

source : www . reddit  . com/r/asoiaf/comments/jl67fv/spoilers_extended_fuel_for_cerseis_paranoia_in/

[littleghostlyrose]

What I have so far of Nova Luluna’s character info

Notes: I never gave clear dates for most of what's currently written for Nova’s involvement in history because Maria Moonlit has no confirmed birth date so I made generalization of around when certain events occurred as I couldn’t make any exact dates. Basically, I didn’t know how old Alice was when she birthed Adam and Eve, so I couldn’t subtract that from Adam and Eve’s birth date and figure out when she was born so I could properly subtract some numbers to get when Nova probably should have been born. So I had to make general estimates. I’m using the explanation “the senate erased most of the date records” to explain it. I calculated Nova’s birthdate by determining that Maria should have been in her 20s when she birthed Adam and Eve, and so got 40s B.T. for when she was likely born. Nova was in her 20s when Maria was born and so I got 60s B.T.

Also, Nova is not represented by any Vocaloid but her vocaloid voice would be Lily hypothetically speaking because I think the deeper voice fits- I was thinking on IA being her hypothetical voice but I think her voice is too high.

Name: Nova Luluna

Aliases: Alice Merry-Go-Round (Formerly)

Star Witch

The Star Witch of Levianta

Queen of Stars

Prophet of Stars

Star Reader

Petunia Livonia (As Part of Apocalypse)

Apocalypse Witch (As Part of Apocalypse)

Witch of Apocalypse (As Part of Apocalypse)

The Star Reading Prophet Witch (As Part of Apocalypse)

Age: Looks 25~

1060~

Height: 5’5/165 Centimeters

Gender: Female

Classification: Human

Race: Leviantan

Hair Color: TBD

Eye Color: TBD

Born: Mid 60s~ B.T.

Died: 1000 E.C.

Relatives: ???

Relationships:

Personality: 

Occupation: Queen of The Magic Kingdom Levianta (Formerly)

Member of Apocalypse (Formerly)

Affiliations: Magic Kingdom Levianta (Defected)

Apocalypse (Formerly)

~Involvement In History~

Mid 60s~ B.T.

Born as the daughter of a witch who lived on the outskirts of the City of Welvya. She is born out of wedlock between her mother and her mother’s boyfriend, a nobleman who was the son of one of the senators of the Magic Kingdom Levianta, and not long after her birth, her biological father abandoned her and her mother completely and erased any connection he had with them due to Nova being an illegitimate child of his. He also directly caused her mother to become “disgraced”, at least, to society. 

50s B.T.

After her mother’s death due to illness, a 15~-year-old Nova moves out of Welvya to Lighwatch City. She begins her “Star Reading” business after discovering how to “read the stars to tell the future”. In order to avoid being discriminated against by society, Nova changes her last name in an attempt to avoid the sting which her mother’s negative reputation would inevitably cause.

In the late 50s B.T., after the death of the 5th Queen of The Magic Kingdom Levianta, the senate hear tell of a powerful witch who lives in Lighwatch who can tell the future by reading the stars. She is found and made queen of the Magic Kingdom Levianta, taking on the public name “Alice Merry-Go-Round” as the previous 5 queens had and all records of her past as a witch of Lighwatch, a “star reader”, and her birth out of wedlock between a disgraced witch and a pompous nobleman were erased along with anything else about her past.

40s B.T.

Aware of her status as a puppet queen, Nova begins to rebel against the senate, doing everything she can to attempt to cripple their power. For this, she is punished physically, mentally, and emotionally by the senate. She nearly kills one of the senators in the late 40s B.T. in a blind rage (who unbeknownst to her was her grandfather), and this directly leads to…

Early 30s B.T.

Nova is removed as queen by the Senate, which they say is because she worships the god Held (which the followers of him at this point in time are considered heretics), however, in truth, it was due to her rebellion against them. As her final prophecy, she proclaimed that the Magic Kingdom Levianta would fall within the next 43 years, but due to her already being deposed, her prophecy was only considered gospel to a few people, whilst the rest of the populace ignored her warning. 

A few years later, the 14-year-old Maria Moonlit is made queen of the Magic Kingdom Levianta, a full 16 years younger than Nova was when she became queen, and Nova suspects they chose a 14-year-old not because of her having been given a Revelation by Levia and Behemo, but because she was weak-willed and easily manipulatable. 

??? B.T.

Nova joins Apocalypse as an act of rebellion against the corrupt senate under the name “Petunia Livonia”, and becomes known as the “Witch of Apocalypse” or “Apocalypse Witch”.

~Misc. Facts

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #303

“if i can’t be loved, then i’ll be hated”

What color are your glasses, if applicable? Black. Candy corn or conversation hearts? They're both gross, don't make me pick between garbage. Do you own a lot of earrings? Not really after I weeded them out before moving. What did your backpack in high school look like? I dare say I had the dopest backpack of them all. It looked like a massive Ouija board, and the zipper was the planchet (sp?). Have you ever been to a rave? Nah. What is your favorite art medium? I have a particular fondness of oil paintings. They tend to look so smooth, and you can achieve incredible realism with them. How far away is the nearest hospital from you? Not even five minutes, I think. Who was the last person you visited in a hospital? My mom. What is your favorite car color? Pink, duh. How did you learn to type? We actually had a class specifically for typing in middle school. What style of wedding dress do you want? I don't have that set in stone yet, but I really do love ballgown dresses with long trains as well as a-lines with a moderate train. I love a lot, except really for mermaid dresses. Do you fit into any stereotype, or are you non-stereotypical? I don't know if I fit perfectly into any and really don't care. Would you want your first child to have your hair color? ???? I don't care about their hair lol?????? It would depend on the hypothetical father, in which case I'd probably find it cute, but this is so, so unimportant. Do you enjoy writing in cursive? Yeah, it just feels good and flowy to me. What is your favorite hair color? Natural? Probably blonde with natural darker undertones throughout. I like blonde hair because it's far easier to dye, haha. Now, if we're including DYED hair, rose gold or pastel pink is *chefs kiss* What is your favorite eye color? Sapphire blue, probz. Would you put your birthday on a different day if you could? Nah, it's fine where it is. What holiday is your birthday closest to? Valentine's. Do you vent on social media a lot? NOOOOOOOO. I barely post ANYTHING about myself on social media because I feel like I'm being annoying, self-absorbed, find anything I do actually interesting, or don't want people to think I'm a whiner. All I ever really do on social media is share or reblog funny shit, things I love, stuff I find relatable or inspirational, educational, important for whatever reason, etc... Do you have abusive parents? I am very thankful to say no. Is your house haunted? Doesn't seem like it. What's your favorite thing to watch on YouTube? I'm in a real WoW-related phase lately... Watching my favorite streamers, gold farming guides, and other various aspects of the game. What are five health problems that you have? I talk about the mental issues enough, so I guess I'll talk about physical stuff here. Uhhh I have very low blood pressure (it's a med side effect), I have extremely weak legs following muscle atrophy, I have bad tremors, especially in my hands (amplified by medication once again), maybe TMI but we're adults here and it's a legit issue that I have chronic and severe conspitation, aaaand then of course I have hyperhidrosis (excessive sweating) to a fucking outrageous and also humiliating degree. Ooooonce again as a prescription side effect. This answer made meds sound kinda bad, I know, but really, I'd rather have the will to live and just have to deal with these than want to die everyday and not. Do you have surgery coming up? No, let's keep it that way until I lose enough weight and when I am 110% getting loose skin removal. Which family member(s) do you look the most like? My sisters, ig. People say my mom also, but I honestly don't see it. Have you ever cried while watching a YouTube video? Yeah, usually just in let's plays, but it's happened for other reasons. Are you missing a website that just shut down? Nah, none that I know of. NO. FUCKING WAIT. So, when my laptop was fixed, a LOT of shit was wiped from it, and that included all of my goddamn Lightroom editing presets. The site they were from no longer exists, so I had to use a different, pretty sub-par one to install at least a few because it helps me get a start on editing the photograph and leaning towards the "vibe" I want before spending like 15+ minutes tuning it myself. Would you be a barefoot bride? No. Which would you rather name your daughter: Eliana, Echo, Emerald, or Ellery? Ohhh, I like these. I think I prefer "Eliana," but "Echo" is a close second. "Ellery" is nice, but it sounds too much like "celery" to name my kid that lmao. Which would you rather name your son: Maverick, Matthew, or Moses? Ugh, none, honestly. But "Matthew" wins. When was the last time you gave a speech? Like a *legit" speech? Probably not since uhhh... I guess when I argued my disability case at court? Does that even count? Have you ever been in a stampede? Well, never seen this'n in a survey before, so good job, lol. No. If you were a fairy, what color would you like your wings to be? It would depend on what I wore, really. And my hair. But probably light pink. Would you rather name your son Storm, Skylar, Sorin, or Solomon? "Sorin." "Skylar" is SO Southern, and "Solomon" sounds like the creepy kid all his classmates avoid and I ain't putting my kid through that. Did you read a devotional this morning? Not my jam. Would you rather be named Arizona, Alaska, Cali, or Georgia? Hm... "Alaska" is actually kinda cool???? And I'm white as fuck so lol????? I wouldn't mind to nickname of "Ally," anyway. Are you repulsed by ugly reptiles? lololol bro get out Did all your friends know about your first crush or was it a secret? I was definitely secretive and shy about it when I first started getting crushes. Do you ever feel insecure about going out without makeup? I feel insecure either way, so... How many different natural hair colors are there in your immediate family? So, this is a hard question to answer. My mom was born with brown hair, but it darkened to almost black; only her daughter Katie inherited that. By some genetic magic, Dad had blond hair as a kid, but it also turned black. Like... how?????? I was born with dirty blonde hair like him, and mine turned an average brown with age. My immediate sisters have always had brown hair. What is your favorite online game? World of Warcraft is ballin'. Would you ever want to be famous and sign autographs? Ha, the idea of signing autographs is awful... I can't physically write very long without my carpal tunnel flaring up. Do you like your shirt to be loose or tight? LOOSE. Especially as a bigger person, tight shirts are just really uncomfortable. What is your favorite Spanish name? I don't know nearly enough to answer this. Would you rather visit Asia or Europe? I think Asia is, in general, more interesting and prettier as a whole, but I guess I'm drawn to European culture being more like my own and there are specific locations I'm interested in, like Germany or Scotland. So to answer the question, I guess Europe wins. Are there any Asians in your family? I don't believe so. Have you ever had colored braces? Haha yeah, I did that when I had them. Do you take birth control pills? Yes, just for period cramps. Without them, they can be immobilizing for me. If you live in the USA: do you feel free and safe? Ha, no. Well, not *entirely*. Have you ever been sick on your birthday? I was recovering from the stomach virus, if that counts. As in I still got sick the day before and felt iffy on my actual bday. 17th, I think? Is talking about your past painful for you? Yes. Are you a member of any support groups online? I'm a member of The Mighty site, if that counts. When I'm feeling very, very sound of mind and helpful without all the negativity being a detriment to myself, I do like going on there and trying to help or comfort people. Have you ever called a suicide hotline? Yes, and the line was busy, and that's when I decided I was a goner. Do you ever fantasize about revenge? I uhhhhh... sometimes. What's a movie you would recommend to someone who never watches movies? Ohhh, that's hard. I don't really watch movies either, and I'm trying to think of one that essentially anyone would like, so hm. Oh, Coco is absolutely a possibility. That movie touched me so, so deeply and is high on my favorites list. It's impossible to not feel the emotions. Do you want to have grandkids? Hell, I don't want kids. Do you want to be an aunt or uncle? I already am one, and I love being an aunt. Who was your favorite Spice Girl? I don't remember their names or characters in general. Did you make a lot of home videos growing up? I mean *I* didn't, but Mom filmed quite a few. Do you enjoy babysitting? NO. What's an unpopular opinion that you have? Avoiding some political ones, uhhhh. OH. HERE'S ONE. THE SCENE AESTHETIC IS FUCKING CUTE AND NOT CRINGEY AND YOU CAN FIGHT ME ABOUT IT. Are you attracted to the opposite gender, same gender, or both? Both are A+. Was your first crush on someone of the same gender or opposite? Opposite. As a kid, I didn't even fathom the concept that women could date women. What is something you'll never eat again? Why? Brussel sprouts. Fucking disgusting. What is currently happening that is scaring you? Besides the very obvious answer of "Covid," I worry about my mom a lot. She's so weakened after all the chemo and meds and can do literally less than I can without heavily breathing and sweating. I just worry a lot that cancer will return sooner than we hope; I don't want it to EVER come back, but doctors say it is very, very likely at one point or another because she was so very close to Stage 4. What would be your personal hell? Being completely and entirely isolated forever while somewhere hot and humid, lol. And play one of my trigger songs on repeat eternally. What made the "weird kid" at your school weird? There was this poor guy named Alfred that was VERY clearly depressed out of his mind, and I heard him speak maybe once through all of high school, and the entire class couldn't believe it. He always sat way in the back and never smiled. I wonder how he is nowadays. What is a word you personally find offensive? "Retarded" personally offends me the most when misused and spoken as an insult. What instantly puts you to sleep? Now that is HARD to do; I have a ridiculously hard time going to sleep. The easiest way though would probably be me being drained from an emotional breakdown. That is so exhausting that I'm capable of crashing pretty fast and hard. What song is in a language you don't speak, but you love it anyway? I adore Rammstein, so there's plenty. I'll probably say "Donaukinder" is their best. What is something you would like to do if you weren’t judged for doing it? I keep that I RP a complete secret in my "real" life for this reason unless it's like, pried out of me. What's a movie you think everyone should watch? Why that one? Johnny Got His Gun. See how goddamn disgusting war is. What was the most unexpected good thing that's ever happened to you? Ha, realizing I was bisexual after once being homophobic. What is the funniest fact you know? Oh man, I know a lot of random trivia shit, really, so it's hard to say. Maybe that quokkas throw their offspring at predators to distract and escape from them... As awful as that is, c'mon, you gotta admit it's funny and shocking with just how adorable they are. What was your 'mic drop' moment? Oh, I don't know. Possibly when I publicly came out as bi on Facebook and made it abundantly clear that I gave no shits about some homophobic friends and family & I was beyond willing to let anyone's ass go over it. What's the kindest way a stranger has treated you? I remember as a kid at McDonald's, the woman in front of our car paid for our food; apparently seeing a mom, dad, and three kids in a van was enough that she wanted to just be kind and give us a smile. We have no idea who she was, never saw her face or anything, she was just a sweet woman. What is the biggest design flaw of your body? Okay, I'm going to let go of all hatred for my body weight-wise and just think of this as from a strictly natural design perspective, in which case I'd say my toes are too small. What age are you afraid of turning and why? 30, because I'm terrified of getting there and seeing I've possibly gone nowhere. What is the strangest thing you have ever felt? I'm keeping this question in just because I think there could be some interesting answers for others, but I'm witholding my answer because nobody wants or needs to know lmao. What makes someone immediately unlikable? Acting better than others and belittling. Who's a villain you sympathize with and why? D A R K I P L I E R because of his origins and overall purpose and just simply existing. What is something you regret to NOT have done? I have this oddly weird regret of not going like, all-all the way with He Who Shall Not Be Named????? Idk why though????? Considering I loved him way too much and I was a reckless and impulsive person who probably at some point would have wound up accidentally pregs????? What a fuckin trip that woulda been. What movie changed your life for the better? None have really "changed my life." What book you think should be directed as a film? Oh, idk. Most I can think of have been. Of all the decades you've lived in, which one have you liked best? The 2000s, probably. A carefree kid. How are you doing today? I'm exhausted. While out with Mom and my sisters yesterday, we got behind a van whose driver was obviously drunk or high off his goddamn ass, and he was swerving EVERYWHERE, nearly shoving so many cars off the road. Mom called 911 to get in contact with highway patrol to report his dumb fucking ass in. I was having an absolute panic attack and cried quietly like the entire 45 or so minute drive home. I was just so, so upset because this is why I don't fucking drive, and I felt like I'd made my sister (who was driving) mad because she had to firmly tell me I had to calm down (I was hyperventilating and talking to myself to try to calm down) if she was going to focus and keep us safe. She later ensured me she wasn't mad, but I still wasn't the same the entire rest of the day. Anyway, I slept hard last night but had two nightmares, so I'm still really tired today. I'm trying to keep myself really distracted. What's something your relatives don't know about you? A whole lot really, considering beyond my very immediate family, I see almost nobody because they live many states away. What's something your parents did, which you have sworn never to do? Mom would spank us or slap an arm pretty hard if my sisters or I misbehaved or "disrespected" her by "talking back." I'm not having kids, but I would never, ever, ever, put my hands on them in any way that isn't loving. You do not teach children via inflicting fear. I also have this probably overly strong aversion to beer because that's what Dad always drank as an alcoholic. I'll probably never try it, not that I really want to because it smells awful. What's the most annoying thing your pet does? I feel like "annoying" is the wrong word for this, but Roman (my cat) can be incredibly demanding of attention and to lie on me when I'm on the laptop in bed, and sometimes I just want space and be able to clearly see the screen, haha. He will legit meow like a baby and gently swat my arm sometimes if I try to keep him back. Heeee usually gets his way. As for Venus (snek), she does nothing "annoying" either, but rather a bit concerning to a snake mom: she is usually very slow to find and strike her food. I feed her frozen/thawed mice, and she will first slither around her entire cage, tongue flicking and clearly looking for her food, even though I always place it atop the same spot on her hide, and she can have her head RIGHT beside it and still do nothing. She ultimately generally eats (as a ball python though, she's a picky eater and will occasionally reject a meal), but I of course wonder why she's odd about dinnertime... As a champagne, she does have the notorious "spider gene" in her, which can cause neurological issues, but idk if something like this could be related.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Pregnancy Prompts

Taken from a lot of awesome lists! This is just a lot easier for me though I’ll be editing in where I got them

I don’t take credit for any of these.

I’ll be happy to take some Devil May Cry requests { really in the mood to write some things for those characters }

Pregnancy/Family Prompts/Starters

Discovery

1:“This is your fault!Take responsibility.”

2:One party finds out they’re pregnant while the other party is away/captured/missing.

3:Hiding pregnancy from the other partner.

4:“I didn’t think we’d ever do it.”

5:“My parents are gonna be so happy.”

6:“My parents are gonna kill me.”

7:“Do you think it’ll be a boy, or a girl?”

During Pregnancy

8:Baby kicks for the first time.

9:Discussing baby names.

10:Cuddling.

11“You’re not fat, you’re pregnant, and even if you were fat, I don’t care. I love you.”

12:“I dunno if I’ll be a good Mom/Dad.”

13:“I’m emotional and pregnant, leave me alone.”

14:“Get them to settle down in there, will you?”

Labor/After Birth

15:“Baby’s coming, now.”

16“Don’t let go of my hand, okay?”

17:“I can’t do this.”

18:A long and difficult labor, with a good or bad end.

19:“I’m going to kill you if you do this to me again.”

20:Parents relaxing with their newborn(s)/looking at them in awe.

21:“I will always protect you.You can do this.”

1. “Shh, it’s okay, you don’t need to cry.”

2. “Do you want a bed time story?”

3. “[mama/papa]’s got you.”

4. “…How on earth did you manage to get up there?”

5. “Put the cookie down, eat your dinner first.”

6. “I think I can feel them kicking!”

7. “Quick, I think the baby is coming!”

8. “Where did you put your blankie this time.”

9. “One little shoe. Two little shoes. Already to go out.”

10. “They have grown so much, it’s hard to believe how little they used to be.”

11. “I want another baby.”

12. “Say goodbye to mama and papa, they’ll be back soon.”

13. “Stomach bug?”

“No, morning sickness.”

14. “It could be worse?”

“They got jam everywhere!”

15. “You really are your [mother/father]’s child.”

16. “So… the baby is fine, I want you to know that first, they are absolutely fine.”

“What did you do?”

17. “They won’t stop crying and, in a minute, I think I am going to start crying first.”

18. “Stop wiggling! I need to get you changed!”

19. “You are perfect, my little [pet name].”

20. “Did you have a bad dream?” //

“Uh huh.”

“Come on, get into bed with us, you can sleep in bed with us tonight.”

21. “Take a break. I’ll stay up with them, you need some sleep.”

22. “How did you get pen that high up the wall?”

23. “Please don’t vomit on me. Please don’t vomit on me. Please don’t… You vomited on me.”

24. “How many coffees is that?” / “You try having a toddler who refuses to go to bed.”

25:“I hope they have your eyes.”

26:“We’re gonna need more diapers than that.”

27;“How do you like the nickname grandpa/grandma/grandparent?”

28:“Would you prefer something else over uncle/aunt [name]?”

29:“The petting zoo is closed, now stop touching me.”

30:“Whenever you stop talking, they start kicking.”

31:“Look! A foot! Hah, it’s like an alien is inside me/you.”

32:“I’m 41 weeks and 2 days, how do you think I’m doing?”

33:“If you don’t stop laughing, I’ll kick you. Now help me up!”

34:“Uh, its called the “pregnant privilege”.”

35:“Don’t spoil their kid’s taste in music with your trashy playlist.”

36:“Everyone is staring at me…”

37:“Originally, I wanted to pick this up off the floor, that was mistake number 1. Now, I’ve just accepted my fate that I’ll never get back up again.”

38“It’s just one cup of coffee, relax.”

39;“Lets take it slow, we gotta get through having this one before we think of having more.”

40:“Can’t wait for you to meet them.”

41:“I know it’s 3 AM, but do you know what I could really go for right about now?”

42:“Don’t panic, they’re just Braxton Hicks.”

43:“What’s so funny?”

44: “Lets have a baby.”

Pregnancey

1. “Did you feel him/her/them kick?”

2. “Do you think I’ll be a good mom/dad?”

3. “Babe, wake up. The baby is having a party in here! Give me your hand!”

4. “Hospital! Now!”

5. “Boy or Girl?”

6. “Can we name the baby after me?”

7. “Can you put the crib together!”

8. “Cuddle me now!”

9.“I’m pregnant…”

10. “I hope he/she has your eyes.”

11. “You want to paint the nursery what?!”

12. 
"so… i have some news.“

13. 
"okay i just want to say that, yes, i have gained some weight… but it’s because i’m pregnant.”

14. 
"better get your dad jokes ready.“

15. 
"right here! right here’s a foot!”

16. 
"the little one is quite active today.“

17. 
"is that a hand?!”

18. 
"maybe you should try reading a book to them?“

19. 
"come watch my belly, it’s frickin crazy!”

20. 
"the top of the baby’s head is about… here. and a foot is right this way.“

21. 
"do you think the baby would be down if i ate some chipotle?”

22. 
"coffee isn’t good for you while you’re pregnant or breast feeding, but damn i need some caffeine.“

23. 
"watermelon with peanut butter sounds so great right now.”

24. 
"my feet are so swollen…!“

25. 
"ew, my stretch marks are so gross…”

26. 
"the baby will not stop kicking my bladder, so that is why i refuse to leave the toilet.“

27. “Honey you’re pregnant that’s all baby. You look beautiful.”

Newborn and Baby

1. “He/She is up again.”

2. “I’ll get the baby, you go back to sleep.”

3. “So sweet!”

4. “I have found your mini-me.”

5. “Babe!! We are out of formula…again!”

6. “Stop being a baby hog!”

7. “They’re gorgeous!!”

8. “This parent thing is hard!”

9. “You both are precious!”

10. “I love you both so so much!”

11. “Oh…it’s everywhere…I didn’t realize babies…went so much…”

12. “I’ve got it, go back to sleep.”

13. “Wake up, the baby needs you.”

14. “I can’t change their diaper without you getting sick It’s a little frustrating.”

15. “Momma’s little baby, yes you are.”

16. “Daddy’s little baby, yes you are.”


Toddler

1. “That’s your son/daughter!”

2. “They are walking!!!”

3. “I love it when fall asleep on me.”

4. “she/he keeps crying for you.”

5. “Can I hold them!”

6. “Can I pick they’re outfit out today?”

7. “Daddy’s little girl/boy.”

8. “Mummy’s little girl/boy.”

9. “she /he is never going to be aloud to date!”

10. “Was that a word?!?”

11. “This kid is gonna have a better childhood than I did.”

12. “Honey our little angel just flushed his/her toy down the toilet!”

1: ❝ watermelon like that- oh. ❞

2:❝ Can I touch your stomach? ❞

3:❝ Who’s the daddy? ❞

4:❝ HI LITTLE GUYYYYYY. ❞

5:❝ How many weeks? ❞

6❝ Does it hurt? ❞

7:❝ That’s a living thing in there. A real living thing. ❞

8:❝ I think I deserve extra food since I’m eating for two. ❞

9:❝ Does this make me look fat? ❞

10:❝ No, I get to sleep twice as long because I’m sleeping for the both of us. ❞

11:❝ It’s a boy/girl. I am calling him/her ___. ❞

12:❝ Did someone say shopping spree? The baby room isn’t going to furnish itself. Also you have to carry everything. ❞

13:❝ I used to sneak food into theatres like this, but now I’m sneaking a baby in. ❞

14:❝ NOTHING FITS ME ANYMORE. ❞

15:❝ I’d be fine if I had three bowls of ice cream with diced bananas and sprinkles and a scoop of nutella and three potato chips and- ❞

16:❝ My stomach is like a table now. Look, I can balance all these chocolates on there and- oh.. the baby kicked it off.. ❞

- announcing

❛ so… i have some news. ❜

❛ you look at it, i’m too nervous. ❜

❛ it came back positive. ❜

❛ so… hypothetically, if we were to have a baby, how would you react?❜

❛ okay i just want to say that, yes, i have gained some weight… but it’s because i’m pregnant.❜

❛ better get your dad jokes ready. ❜

❛ you’re going to be a parent! ❜

- questions / hopes / concerns

❛ what names do you like? ❜

❛ i wonder if they’ll like _____. ❜

❛ do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl? ❜

❛ what if i’m a bad mom/dad? ❜

❛ i hope they like me. ❜

❛ so… do you know… what breast milk tastes like? ❜

❛ if my kid turns out like __insert person__ i’ll be pretty pleased. ❜

❛ do you think they’ll have your eyes? ❜

❛ who should we make the god parents? ❜

❛ i haven’t told __insert person__ yet… how should i tell them?❜

- belly feeling / watching / interactions

❛ right here! right here’s a foot!❜

❛ the little one is quite active today.❜

❛ is that a hand?! ❜

❛ maybe you should try reading a book to them? ❜

❛ come watch my belly, it’s frickin crazy! ❜

❛ the top of the baby’s head is about… here. and a foot is right this way. ❜

- cravings

❛ do you think the baby would be down if i ate some chipotle? ❜

❛ coffee isn’t good for you while you’re pregnant or breast feeding, but damn i need some caffeine. ❜

❛ watermelon with peanut butter sounds so great right now. ❜

- other ( reactions, complaints, etc. )

❛ my feet are so swollen…! ❜

❛ ew, my stretch marks are so gross… ❜

❛ the baby will not stop kicking my bladder, so that is why i refuse to leave the toilet. ❜

❛ i’m… going to be a dad/mom?! ❜

❛ well how far along are you?!❜

❛ you’re kidding! ❜

“I’ve always wanted to be a mother/father!”

“We’ve waited a long time for this.”

“Do you want to feel the baby kick?”

“Give me your hand so you can feel it, too”

“We have to finish the nursery. There’s only two weeks left.”

“Have we bought everything on the baby list?”

“I can’t wait to finally hold it”

“You’re glowing!”

“There is something I have to tell you…”

“Hello little one, this is your daddy speaking..”

“I think it likes me touching your belly.”

“I can feel it kick!”

“My back aches and I want ice cream.”

“I can’t hide my bump any longer. I think we need to tell people.”

“I heard the heart beat for the first time.”

“Do you want to see an ultrasound picture?”

“You’re going to be an amazing mom/dad!”

“What would you say about adding one more? The house is big enough.”

“I think my water just broke…”

“Do you think it’s contractions?”

“Call the midwife, this is not a false alarm.”

“I think it’s too late to drive to the hospital, the baby is coming NOW.”

[bravadoseries]

Probably weird and hard, so take you time to answer, but if Audrey was canon in the comics, what changes would be made when adapting her character into a MCU? I mean stuff like the fact that Tony built his in Afghanistan in the movie when in the comic he did it in Vietnam.

this was such a fun question thank you so much!  i’m gonna separate this into two parts: audrey’s comics storyline and how her mcu adaptation is different.  so sorry this is so long! 

audrey rogers (later audrey lange and audrey banner) was introduced in the 1950s after captain america’s popularity declined and the war ended.  her original aging thing was that she aged pretty fast and then like maxed out when she was physically 18 or 20 (like the baby from twilight).  she was originally supposed to speak to teenage girls and other women to encourage them to embrace patriotism and reject communism, and she’s mentored by her father (since peggy’s originally written in the comics as a pretty minor character).  audrey is given her batons by howard stark but in the comics they’re much more torchlike (really emphasizing the whole lady liberty moniker).  

throughout the 50s and 60s, she’s got a dual-identity thing going on.  she’s audrey lange (nee rogers), a teacher married to Joshua Lange, her high school sweetheart and a young, good-hearted, all-american politician.  nobody knows about her identity except for her father, howard stark, and howard’s son tony.  

during the 60s, lady liberty and black widow are often portrayed as character foils and enemies.  lady liberty is sweet as apple pie, she likes to kiss babies and shake hands with senators and say things like God Bless America while the black widow is seductive, brutal, and most importantly—communist.  the two are each other’s biggest rivals for the beginning of their respective comics’ histories (ok i just watched killing eve and i am obsessed with it but i think they are usually trying to track each other down similarly to eve and villanelle).  idk if you watch glow but it’s like the zoya/liberty belle characters. that’s what’s going on. 

in the comics, lady liberty is responsible for helping black widow defect from the red room and join the American cause.  their first enemy together is julian bardot, who is selling nuclear tech to the highest bidder, and both of them want to discourage their respective organizations from purchasing nuclear bombs as the comics began to go into more anti-war propaganda.  audrey teams up with tony at this point and their comics characters become friends.  

during the vietnam war, the whole american propaganda thing was declining in popularity so they sent audrey to vietnam as a spy, where she was known as the angel of mercy.  after realizing that the war was a corrupt cause, she abandoned the angel of mercy title and began working as a vigilante with civil rights activist and empire state engineering student lindsey dubois, caroline, a secretary heavily implied to be gay (living with her close female friend and unmarried) who would become the vigilante ace of spades, chinese refugee and nurse claudia liau, and delphine lamontagne, a french exchange student who came to the US looking to find a scientist to help her understand her powers.  They specifically target human traffickers.  

At this point, Josh Lange becomes mayor of New York City, and the strain of audrey’s vigilantism and her unwillingness to have children leads their marriage to crumble.  they divorce and it’s a big comics thing (later, backlash causes marvel to try to retcon their marriage at all and say they were just engaged)  

lady liberty is written into the avengers in the 1970s again because she realizes that the vigilantism was too dangerous or something (i feel like realistically it’s just that sales were low for a diverse group of female heroes but whatever).  her storylines are based around that for a few years, however, after the marvel comics watergate, captain america abandons his title and becomes nomad and audrey abandons superhero work in favor of working as a lawyer (? i think).  

in the 1980s, audrey is written as working as a law professor at culver, where she meets bruce banner.  i don’t know a ton about hulk comics but i think he was permanently hulked out for the 70s and started gaining control in the 80s? pretty sure.  anyway audrey’s never met bruce before but he’s got a dual identity thing going on and she’s like You Really Seem Familiar.  when she figures out his dual identity a) they become romantically involved and b) she tries to get into hero work again.  

there was a lack of interest in her character as more than a love interest, though, so from the late 80s to ’91, audrey is kidnapped and brainwashed by hydra.  she’s given powers through hydra experimentation but refuses to use them unless forced to because they cause her immense pain.  she is activated through trigger words and known by the name Red Scare.  During this period, she serves as one of Captain America’s primary antagonists, but he doesn’t realize that Audrey is his daughter, he just thinks she’s dead.  

When the Soviet Union falls in 1991, Audrey is returned to the united states and begins working as a shield agent because of the intelligence she’d collected while abroad.  Josh Lange, now running for president of the United States, proposes to her in the late 90s and they marry, but Audrey begins to secretly undermine his political agenda once he’s elected due to his staunch anti-gifted stance and preference for order, no matter the cost.  Audrey is portrayed as an unsatisfied First Lady until 2005, when Tony Stark starts the New Avengers to help defeat the mass breakout of the Raft, a prison holding many supervillains.  Knowing she cannot just stand by, she leaves Joshua and commits to becoming a hero full time.  

During the Civil War comics arc, Audrey opposes the mandatory federal registration of super-powered beings due to her experience with politicians.  However, many oppose her presence in the movement for that very reason.  She and Bruce Banner attempt another romantic relationship, but he favors the registration act and they soon break up.  When her father attempts to surrender in order to stop the violence, she does so instead, knowing that she will be less of a loss to the movement.  

At the same time, the United States launches Hulk into space (idk this was a real thing with the whole planet hulk arc) and Thor, wanting to help turn Hulk back into banner, breaks Audrey free from prison and brings her to Sakaar.  She helps him turn back into Bruce and the two actually begin a romantic relationship, with him seeing where the registration act got him (Launched Into Space).  When they return to Earth, Audrey and Bruce both decide to retire from hero work and open a school not for mutants but for other powered people which becomes a rival to charles xavier’s school.  

From there, it’s a bunch of sporadic storylines.  I think at some point she may become director of SHIELD when Steve is president?  Because I know that was like a thing in the 70s. audrey’s powers are connected to thanos in a way that’s spoilery so I won’t go too into detail but when he pops up with the infinity stones arc, she plays a part in that.  

anyway!

So there’s a lot of differences between the hypothetical movies and the hypothetical comics but i think obviously the biggest is Audrey’s backstory and aging.  Since she ages slowly and was without Steve’s guidance, she grew up isolated and protected from the rest of the world.  Audrey’s personality at the beginning is supposed to be reminiscent of her personality as the initial Lady Liberty—very sweet and positive and very much a character foil to Natasha, but instead of Audrey recruiting Natasha to SHIELD and helping her become a hero, it’s the other way around.  Obviously Peggy’s role is very different, too, as is Josh’s (he’s a much more minor character in the films than in the comics).  

The first Lady Liberty film adapts her transition from more of a hollow, symbolic hero to someone who is directly involved in the fight.  There’s also references to her Red Scare arc except it’s the 60s and not the 90s.  Here, we also have reference to Natasha and Audrey fighting Julian Bardot and his weapons, but removed from the Cold War context and instead shifted to the post-Chitauri circumstances.  Delphine is also introduced, though not as a vigilante at this point or as a student but as a capable DGSE agent.  The setup here is for her to have her own adventures eventually I think.  

A lot of the changes have to do with the order of things.  Because the MCU takes place over a decade and not like 50 years, things get switched around.  TWS and AOU are both more modern plotlines that got reinvented and brought into the MCU.  I think I’m probably gonna be changing the Civil War conflict to add more of the comics element to it as well.  

Audrey’s vigilante team storyline, though unpopular at the time of its original publication, works better now, so it’s brought back for the second Lady Liberty film, which is set after Civil War.  Audrey at this point is much more brutal and has lost faith in the system similarly to how she lost faith in the system because of Vietnam.  Audrey never becomes a lawyer, but she does have a reunion with Bruce post CW during the MCU equivalent of Planet Hulk because (though unlike the comics he went by choice) he got launched into space.  Audrey’s involvement in this storyline is much more accidental in the movies than in the comics.  

I think also unlike the comics, Audrey doesn’t use her powers more because she feels unnatural when she does and not because it physically hurts.  She also loses control.  The movies also more specifically detail how where her powers came from.  

The third Lady Liberty film, resurrection, is a movie that covers Audrey, Thanos, and more of her outer space adventures lol.  And the next gen TV series, which primarily just features guest appearances from the Avengers, adapts the idea of the Avengers Academy.  

thank you so much again for this ask sorry it got so long i had so much fun answering it !!!