Biggest Fears
yeaaaahhh, so...i ended up just buying the standalone Microsoft word because i’m a finicky bitch with preferences and MS word has spoiled me lmao.
i tweaked the prompt for this one; originally it was darkest fears, but i thought fuck it and made it biggest fears because honestly who the hell cares anymore i want this fucking thinG DONE.
Spooktober Day 29: Biggest Fears
“Mama! Are you watching?!”
“I’m watching, honey,” Kagome called back to her son from her place on the park bench, lifting her head to put truth to her words and watch as he disappeared inside the brightly colored tube slide then reappear at the bottom, grinning and giddy.
Smiling as her youngest laughed and zipped toward the ladder to slide down the, well, slide, once again, Kagome waved to show she was watching and then shifted her gaze to search for her daughter. Izayoi hadn’t moved from her location on the swings, surrounded by Rin and her friends as they chatted and ignored all the little kids and grownups around them. Unsurprisingly Raiden and Kohaku along with a few other boys she didn’t immediately recognize weren’t far away, roughhousing with each other like boys do and generally just having a good time being kids. It was heartwarming and Kagome was glad her daughter had such good friends.
Checking on Tai to find him at the bottom of the slide playing with some other children his age, Kagome felt her phone buzz in her hand and dropped her gaze to read the newest text, secure in the fact that her children were safe.
what r u wearing?
Kagome snorted loudly and quickly typed her reply.
new phone who dis
oh shit don’t tell my wife
She laughed aloud that time and couldn’t stop the stupid grin from spreading as she responded.
That you’re a no good cheating mutt?
u spelled charming and sexy wrong
Your wife is a saint.
yeah i kno, dunno why she puts up with me
You make pretty babies.
is that all?
Kagome bit her lip to stifle the urge to giggle madly. Well okay you might have one or two uses…
oh yeah? care to enlighten this no good mutt?
Liiiiiiike…killing all the spiders :)
not really what i was thinking tbh
She snickered, an impish grin curling her lips upward. Oh no? well what other uses do you have other than jar opener and resident Tall Person among the Short People
think real hard baby 👅🐈
Shoulders shaking in silent laughter, Kagome swiftly typed up her response and she could practically hear his exaggerated groan.
Why are you licking the cat? Do I need to call animal services or
Hitting send, she sat back with a rather smug grin on her lips and waited. Only a minute or so passed before her phone buzzed and this time she burst out laughing at his predictable reply.
fucks sake woman ur damn lucky u ain’t here right now
Cackling gleefully, Kagome typed, OOOOOHHH okay I think I got it now...
A minute passed. Then, i swear to god wench
Kagome felt positively devilish as she sent her response, the contents of which being three emojis.
🍆🍆🍆
Her husband’s reply was instantaneous and there was no mistaking the proud grin that spread across her features as she read it.
😂 god i fucking love u
I know 😘
“...Kagome...?”
“Hm?” Turning her head with a smile, Kagome opened her mouth to greet whoever it was that said her name. Her gaze landed on a slim figure standing a little uncertainly next to the bench, and when caramel brown collided with twin pools of familiar cinnamon, Kagome gasped.
“K-Kikyou?”
Relief flitted across the woman’s face and she offered a friendly, if a bit awkward smile. “So it is you. It’s...been a while.”
Kagome was too dumbstruck to do anything but stare and nod, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted in shock.
Kikyou’s smile faded somewhat and she shifted on her feet, looking a bit uncomfortable. She glanced at the playground, glanced at Kagome, and then hesitantly asked, “May I...?”
She gestured to the bench Kagome was seated on and finally snapping out of her shock, the other woman shook her head and gave a strained smile as she wordlessly scooted over to make room.
While she said a quiet thank you and settled beside her, Kagome thought to herself that her formal rival hadn’t changed a bit. Still drop dead gorgeous with the same sleek black hair, model-perfect body, slender legs, and a flawless complexion Kagome had always been jealous of. She looked older, of course, but she had aged extremely well and didn’t look a day over twenty.
Sitting back with a sigh and crossing one leg over the other, Kikyou rested her hands in her lap and offered another smile. It was small but genuine with perhaps a bit of uncertainty, and her brown eyes held a wealth of burgeoning hope that had Kagome suddenly remember her and Inuyasha’s conversation on their deck the night she’d come knocking on their door.
Having absolutely no idea what to say, Kagome managed to return the smile before looking away, cursing herself for the awkwardness that settled between them. No doubt Kikyou could feel it too because she didn’t say anything, allowing the silence between them to grow until Kagome felt like you could cut the tension with a knife.
God, what did you even say to your husband’s former high school flame that had tried to sabotage your relationship before up and vanishing to another freaking country?
Kikyou sighed and looked toward the playground, hating this tension between them, but unsure of how to clear it. A flash of silver caught her attention and automatically her eyes sought it out, lighting on a child with sterling silver hair and very familiar dog ears that strongly hinted at who his father was.
Her eyes lit up and she smiled. “Is that your boy?” she asked softly, nodding toward the toddler as he chased after a cute little girl with brown pigtails.
Blinking, Kagome followed her gaze her and face softened, instantly finding him among the laughing, playing children.
“Yes,” she answered, her smile warm as she watched her son play. “That’s Tai. Five years old and a complete handful, but I wouldn’t have him any other way.”
Kikyou sighed and it was a little wistful, but her tone held neither contempt nor jealousy as she commented, “He looks just like him.”
It was obvious who she was talking about and Kagome’s smile broadened slightly.
“He definitely has his looks,” she agreed, “but thankfully that’s all he inherited. All of his attitude, on the other hand, went straight to his first born.”
Kikyou grinned. “Is she here?”
Kagome nodded toward the swings where her daughter and her friends had claimed for themselves. The girls were swinging now with the boys pushing them and their peals of laughter were pleasant as the sound drifted over to them.
“Oooh,” Kikyou murmured, brown eyes glinting knowingly. “His looks and his temper? Tell me, how many broken hearts has she left in her wake?”
Kagome laughed. “More like broken noses.” At Kikyou’s look, akin to confused alarm, she smiled wryly and explained, “Remember Kouga? Well, unsurprisingly his son is a lot like his father and he’s been chasing Izayoi for a while now. Not too long ago his posturing went a little too far and, well…” She shrugged. “Let’s just say my girl is more than capable of taking care of herself.”
Amused, Kikyou’s eyebrows rose into the fridge of her bangs as a little smile flirted with her lips.
“She is her father’s daughter,” she commented, perhaps a little somberly.
Kagome’s smile dimmed a little and she nodded, her gaze drifting to the girl in question.
“Yes,” she breathed, and the two fell into another awkward silence as they watched the children play. Tai was on the jungle gym now and showing off his hanyou skills to the awe-struck human tykes. They were both 100% their father’s children, and Kagome wouldn’t want them any other way.
“Kagome,” Kikyou suddenly said on a sigh and said woman turned her attention to the figure beside her. “May I be frank with you?”
Having a good idea where this was headed, Kagome sucked in a sharp breath and nodded wordlessly.
Kikyou flashed her a quick smile of thanks before shifting on the bench so she was more or less facing her. Kagome did the same, figuring the least she could do as give the other woman her full attention, however she still made it a point to keep an ear and eye out on her children.
“I won’t insult you by beating around the bush,” Kikyou began, doing the other woman the courtesy of looking directly into her eyes. “And I’m not expecting everything to just be okay after this, but for what it’s worth, Kagome…I am truly sorry. For how I acted, for what happened, for what I put the three of us through…for everything.”
Kagome swallowed thickly and said nothing, sensing her companion wasn’t finished.
“I realize now that my behavior was immature and inexcusable,” Kikyou continued, confirming Kagome’s suspicion. She smiled bitterly and dropped her gaze to her lap.
“For years I’ve harbored the guilt of how things ended between us and I suppose it’s not very fair that I ask for your forgiveness, and Inuyasha’s, for what I did. But, here I am.”
She shrugged and Kagome’s heart went out to her. All this time, for over ten years… She couldn’t imagine what it must have been like to bear the heaviness of guilt for so long.
“Kikyou…” Kagome began but the woman shook her head. Kagome forced herself to remain quiet, fisting her hands in her lap.
“I was scared,” she admitted, much to Kagome’s surprise. “As a teenager, my world was rather simple and it consisted of three things: shopping, my friends, and…the boy I liked.” Kikyou lifted her gaze and found Kagome’s again.
“So, when Inuyasha started showing interest in another girl—in you—I was terrified and I did things that I am not proud of. And I realize the irony only now, years later when I am an adult with a mortgage and a husband, of how much of a fool I truly was.”
“You can’t pin the entire blame on yourself, Kikyou,” Kagome said, her voice rough, unable to stay quiet any longer. “We were all young and did things we regret. We all made…not very smart decisions, and we let our emotions get the best of us.” She paused. Then, “I was scared too, you know.”
Closing her eyes and releasing a shaky sigh, Kagome bit down on her lip as she gathered her thoughts, a slight frown creasing her brow. Kikyou patiently waited, holding her breath, her cinnamon eyes holding a smidgen of hope that not all was lost.
“When things started getting really complicated,” Kagome began, “My biggest fear at the time was that Inuyasha would get tired of it all—the drama, the fighting, the misunderstandings—and just…decide it wasn’t worth his time anymore. I was scared he’d not only write me off, but forget me entirely and move on with his life without me and I remember how I cried myself to sleep sometimes, thinking about it all.”
Kikyou swallowed thickly and rasped, “You must have hated me.”
Kagome was silent for a beat and then admitted in a whisper, “I did.”
Kikyou closed her eye and nodded. She wasn’t surprised. Because she hated herself, too, for what she did.
“But,” the mother of two continued and Kikyou’s eyes fluttered open, the breath caught in her throat. “I also envied you, Kikyou.”
At the woman’s completely baffled look, Kagome had to smile before elaborating, “You can’t tell me you didn’t notice how completely torn Inuyasha was. He didn’t want to hurt either of us by picking one over the other so it was obvious to me he still cared for you. And I asked myself, why? Why would he still care for someone who’s put us through so much torment and gave us nothing but grief? I was jealous. I didn’t want him to care for you; I wanted all of his attention for myself, for him to pick me, and forget you, and I absolutely hated the fact that you had something with him that I didn’t.”
Kikyou frowned as she tried to determine just what that could be and Kagome’s expression softened. She used to think that her former rival in love was vindictive and knew exactly what she was doing the entire time. Now she realized that she had just been a desperate and brokenhearted girl, fighting to keep her first love’s affection for herself.
Perhaps she and her husband’s old high school flame had been more alike that she’d originally thought.
Kikyou was still looking lost so Kagome finally explained, “Thinking back on it now it’s petty, and I’m a little ashamed to admit this, but I envied you, Kikyou, because you knew him longer than I did. You had memories with him that I didn’t. You got to see every side of him before I did, got to know him before me, and it drove me crazy knowing that you were his first kiss, and I wasn’t.”
The freelance writer digested that in silence, her eyes a little wide in wonder. She’d never realized that was how Kagome had felt. But then again, she’d never taken the time to really understand, had she? No, her only goal had been to get Inuyasha back by any means, uncaring who she hurt in the process, and that was one of her biggest regrets.
Sighing, Kagome finally smiled, and though it was small, it was genuine as she locked gazes with her formal rival and decided it was time to extent the olive branch. They were both adults now, with husbands and a career; it was time to put the past behind them and make a fresh start.
“Thank you for apologizing, Kikyou,” Kagome said sincerely, glad they’d had this conversation. “And I’ll gladly accept it, but only if you accept mine, too.”
Kikyou blinked in surprise and Kagome shrugged. “I wasn’t exactly a saint either. I said some pretty hurtful things to you, Kikyou, things I didn’t mean, and I definitely wasn’t my best self. I could have ignored you and not add fuel to the fire by taking your bait, but I didn’t, and I’m sure it didn’t help matters. In fact I made them worse, and then graduation came around, nothing was resolved, and then suddenly you left and Inuyasha was devastated because he didn’t get to say goodbye.”
Unbidden tears sprang to Kikyou’s eyes and she blinked rapidly, fluttering a hand over her mouth. She definitely had not been expecting that.
Kagome gave a wavering smile and reached out to take Kikyou’s hand in her own. Stunned, the other woman let her, staring down at their hands in a combination of wonder and confusion.
“See, Kikyou,” she murmured, throat feeling tight with emotion. “I’ve been dealing with guilt too, because if I hadn’t been so selfish in wanting all of his attention for myself, maybe he would have had the chance to talk to you before you left and things wouldn’t have gone unresolved for so long.
“But you’re here now,” she continued, eyes bright with unshed tears and her smile broadening. “And you were brave enough to approach me first asking for forgiveness, and I’m giving it to you now. Will you forgive me too, Kikyou? For being a selfish brat and denying you two the closure you so desperately needed?”
Kikyou gave a choked laugh and wiped her eyes with her free hand, a smile curving the corners of her lips upward.
“Look at us,” she rasped. “Two grown women blubbering on a public park bench about events that happened in high school.”
Kagome giggled and reached up to dab at her own eyes with the sleeve of her jacket. “Inuyasha always did tease us that we were too emotional,” she said and they shared a laugh, both of them no doubt thinking about how he’d be freaking out right now if he saw them.
Relieved and so utterly grateful, Kikyou got herself together in short order and beamed at Kagome, taking her hand and holding it between both of hers. She squeezed, drawing Kagome’s attention.
“Of course I forgive you, Kagome,” she said and laughed lightly at Kagome’s relieved sigh. “We were young and dumb—”
“And full of c—”
“Ohmigawd, don’t say it!” Kikyou squeaked and Kagome snickered, eyes flashing with glee as she covered her grinning mouth with a hand. Kikyou relented and dissolved into giggles as well and the two of them sat there laughing quietly, feeling comfortable, all previous awkwardness completely vanished.
“And full of the cafeteria’s awful Mystery Meat,” Kikyou finished with a grin and elicited an indelicate snort from an equally grinning Kagome. “And maybe it was that dreadful concoction of questionable food the school fed us or something else entirely that made us act the way we did—”
“Teenage hormones?” Kagome put in.
“I was thinking PMS,” Kikyou opined and once more the two giggled quietly together before the writer continued, “But now it’s in the past, we’ve realized the mistakes we’ve made, so now I’d love to say let us let bygones be bygones and finally put the whole thing behind us.”
Relieved, Kagome smiled and gently tugged her hand from Kikyou’s before extending it.
“A clean slate,” she announced and felt something loosen in her chest when the other woman without hesitation clasped her hand. “And a fresh start. I like the sound of that.”
Feeling like she was going to break down and cry all over again, Kikyou gave a trembling smile, squeezed Kagome’s hand, and breathed, “Me, too.”
Half an hour later, after making plans for the four of them – Kikyou, Kagome, and their respective husbands – to meet up for lunch this weekend, the two women bid each other a fond farewell and went their separate ways. Kagome collected her children and started the fifteen-minute walk home, trailing behind them on the sidewalk and watching with a small smile as her daughter and niece swung Tai back and forth between them. Raiden, Kohaku and their friends left to head home as well, and Kagome had pretended not to notice Raiden tug Izayoi aside to whisper something in her ear before kissing her cheek and leaving the half-demon in a blissful state of euphoria.
As Tai’s laughter rang out in the crisp October air, Kagome smiled and pulled out her phone, bringing up her messaging app with a few taps of a finger.
Inuyasha.
Only thirty seconds or so passed before he responded; he never kept her waiting and it was one of the many things Kagome loved about him.
what’s up baby
Feeling warm all over as her heart burst with affection for her husband, Kagome quickly typed her response, a mere three words.
I love you.
She didn’t wait for his response; closing the app, Kagome brought up the keypad and dialed a familiar number before bringing the phone to her ear. When her mother didn’t answer, however, she wrinkled her nose and tried another number.
“Hey, Sango,” she said when her friend picked up. “Listen, would you mind watching the kids for an hour or two? I want—” She paused as her friend interrupted and her eyebrows slowly lifted into her bangs as an amused smile lifted the corners of her lips.
“Oh…he did? And Miroku agreed? I see. Yes, don’t worry, everything’s fine. It’s just…well…I had an interesting chat with someone and I just…I dunno, I want to spend a little time alone with him, is all.
“Not right now,” she said apologetically as her house came into view. “I promise to call you tomorrow though, and tell you everything, okay? Trust me, you’re gonna need a glass of wine for this conversation. Or two.”
Kagome laughed at Sango’s begrudging agreement to wait and with a promise to see her tomorrow, the school teacher hung up and pocketed her phone, increasing her pace to lay a hand on her children’s shoulders and quietly tell them to head to Sango and Miroku’s house. She assured them everything was okay at their questions and she just wanted to talk to their father alone for a bit. Izayoi still looked unconvinced, however she nodded and waited for Tai to hug his mother before taking his hand and leading him across the street to their aunt and uncle’s house. Rin waved and jogged down the street to her own house, and Kagome watched for only a minute before turning and going home to her husband.
The house was quiet when she entered through the side door and she was shrugging out of her coat when two arms suddenly snaked around her waist and a mouth dropped to her neck. Kagome smiled and leaned back against him, reaching up to slide her hand into his hair and find a soft ear, rubbing the flesh gently. She was rewarded by a low growl reverberating against her back and a sharp nip to the ear that had her gasping as her heart beat a rapid tattoo in her chest.
Turning around, Kagome lifted her chin in time to receive her husband’s hungry kiss and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he effortlessly swept her up into his arms. She gasped, he growled, and with a shared, intimate smile, Inuyasha carried his wife upstairs to their bedroom, murmuring against her lips how much he loved her and how goddamn lucky he was to have her.
Kagome’s response to that was a trembling smile, a loving kiss to his lips, and a whispered plea to show her how much he loved her as she tugged the door shut firmly behind them.
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did i do this in a three am manic fit ?? maybe. but i ask you indulge me for the sake of my sanity.
:・゚✧ * ˏˋ / hi, sorry to disturb you, but can you tell me where the office for ANDREA IBARRA AGUILAR is? y’know, SHE’S the 22-YEAR-OLD CISFEMALE PUBLISHING INTERN here at Masters? kinda’ looks like BECKY GOMEZ if you squint? one of the guys over at I.T. said SHE is CONFIDENT and CREATIVE but IMPETUOUS and FLIPPANT, does that ring a bell? i have HER coffee order right her.
𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 !!
first of all, drea wants to butt in and inform you that it’s ahn-drea not an-drea––and if that’s too difficult for you to remember, just call her drea.
clearly, this attitude stems from somewhere, and it’s from being the baby of her family of six. she’s her daddy’s little princess, her momma’s only daughter, and her three brothers’ pain in the ass to be overbearingly overprotective of.
simple put, she’s spoiled rotten and was doted upon from the moment she was born.
her dad, alejandro ibarra, is a well-known photographer, and he met her mother, teresa aguilar, through his work. she wasn’t a model (( though drea thinks she’s the most beautiful women to grace the face of the earth )); she was a painter with dreams bigger than her tiny frame could contain.
however, teresa gave them up when she conceived her first child (( drea’s oldest brother )). she settled down with alejandro in los angeles and raised four kids while her husband traveled to world to take his pictures, but he always brought back fun, little trinkets for both his girls. drea has quite the collection of silks, and gems, and postcards from all over the world––and she won’t get rid of any of them.
her mom insists that she was happy to give up painting to take care of her family, but, as drea got older and developed a passion for the arts herself, she couldn’t imagine giving it up for anything.
she worked really hard in school so that she could get into the rhode island school of design (( her father’s donation of some of his first works didn’t hurt either )).
college was the furthest she’d been from home, and at first drea was totally freaking out about it...and then she realized it was the first time she was away from her parents’ prying eyes, and she went a little wild. well, wilder.
despite getting an internship at masters, she stayed wild with no plans on changing.
𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 !!
drea can definitely be a huge brat because she was coddled her whole life, but. well, that’s it. she’s a brat lmao.
but she’s lots of fun, too !! she’s a total adrenaline junkie, and she’s always coming up with different stunts to pull for the rush of it all.
she didn’t start dating until college bc her brothers scared all the boys and girls away, but she more than made up for it once she got started. a late bloomer, so to speak.
she doesn’t really do ‘boyfriends’ or ‘girlfriends’ tho because she’s not about the hard work and trust of commitment.
she’s simultaneously a people person and not at the same time. like she loves having a good time with u, but she doesn’t want to deal with ur emotional baggage lmao. i told you; she’s a brat.
this means she has a lot of “friends” but only one or two actual friends.
she’s really into art like i mentioned before, partially because it’s in her blood and partially because she can’t ever imagine doing something boring for the rest of her life.
aka she’s always got paint or ink somewhere on her.
she’s kind of (and i hate this word w/ a passion, but it’s universal at this point) a tomboy, but like to her it’s just hobbies. like why assign a gender to skateboarding, punk music, and ripped jeans ??
needless to say, she has no time for your gendered bullshit.
she’s also a giant nerd. she got into comics and video games for the graphics and stayed for characters. her fav heroes are jason todd and steph brown bc i’m fake and i need to talk about them ic bc i have problem.
her fav video game is def persona 5 royal bc the graphics and the music are the Shit tm.
swears like a fucking sailor and doesn’t apologize for it. unless her parents are around. then, she’s an angel. in fact, her parents have no idea about her par-tay lyfe, and drea is frantic to keep it that way bc she wants to still be her parents’ lil princess.
𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 !!
best friend: ( m, f, nb ), squad ( m, f, nb), childhood friends: ( m, f, nb ), roommates: ( m, f, nb ), fwb: (m, f, nb), casual hookups ( m, f, nb), ex: ( m, f, nb )
all the connections tbh. hmu or like this and i’ll hit you up !!
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tank or tai. maybe boht
Tank I’ve already done, but she’schanged a little since then and it was a while ago, so I’ll do heragain
I’ll answer Tai in anew post so this isn’t so long
anyway for Tank:
Full Name: Saeyt Doraz
Genderand Sexuality: bi girlPronouns:she/hers
Ethnicity/Species: twilek
Birthplace andBirthdate: lol im not sure yet. 23 years before the game startsis birthdate, but im unsure of what her home planet is. Thinkingmaybe she was born in space?
Guilty Pleasures: Just theWORST puns. The more convoluted a pun is, the better
Phobias:in the beginning, she’s not scared of much. Later on, she gets morescared of making a decision that will get a lot of people killed, andin kotfe/kotet she gets scared people will abandon her, because shefelt really alone after getting out of carbonite, or losing controlof herself or body to valkorion
What They Would Be Famous For:any of havoc’s non classified missions, being the outlander andum whatever you do at the end of kotet. Haven’t finished it yet;P
What They Would Get Arrested For: treason. Tank wouldnever defect to the empire like old havoc, but she would disobeyorders she sees as unjust, which I assume if was an important enoughorder could count as treason
OC You Ship Them With: none ofmy Ocs I ship her with her in game husband, aric jorgan :P
OCMost Likely To Murder Them: aereinys actually. Originally Iassumed nehari b/c nehari is my most DS character, but nehari likesplaying with fire and would think tank is more interesting alive,whereas aereinys would make the strategically smart decision and justkill her if she had the opportunity and they were enemies
FavoriteMovie/Book Genre: wow I realized I have no clue. Maybe comedies?She likes to laugh. Semi related: I know she’s neutral towardsaction-video games because shed be like “why would I need topretend to be a super strong soldier in a video game I already am onein real life!”
Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: superangsty or trying too hard to be “edgy” stuff, or the trope wherea female character starts badass and knowing the rules of the world,introduces a male everyman to it, and then he ends up saving the dayand being more badass than her despite having a fraction of theexperience.
Talents and/or Powers: Canons :P prettygood in hand to hand because she’s been training since she couldstand. Knows a lot about personal speeders, but not star ships. Has apretty level head and is good at making hard decisions in shortamounts of time.
Why Someone Might Love Them: she’s veryenthusiastic and friendly towards people. She always tries to do theright thing, generally genuinely wants to help.
Why SomeoneMight Hate Them: well I dont know about “hate” but I knowpeople might find her obnoxious because ofher enthusiasm and difficulty reading people and the fact that shethinks people bond by making fun of each other (which if you dontlike getting made fun of might get on ur nerves). For more serious“hate” stuff – if they hate people who work for the republic orif they are with the republic but find her tactics ineffective
HowThey Change: Tank’s chapter 1-3 arc is very much a coming of agestory. Before she joins the military, she’s very reckless and kind oftrying to do what she thinks is interesting/fun, which due to thefact that her mom trained her to fight since she was a kid, is mostlycombat based, so she gets into trouble with a lot of people. When sheeventually joined the military she learned to channel her energytowards something that wouldn’t get her in trouble, but she was stillvery much eager to fight and jump straight into chaos and viewed itas fun. As she gets more responsibility in Havoc squad and has tokeep more people alive, she starts analyzing situations more beforejumping into them and mellowing out a bit, and when (spoiler inchapter 3) dies, the severity of the consequences hits home a littlemore. She goes from being a very reckless teenager to a somewhatreckless soldier to someone you’d probably want in command of yoursquad – but who still knows how to have fun.
Why You LoveThem: Tank’s my first SWTOR OC, so she will always have a specialplace in my heart. I let her have traits I normally go for inbeginning Ocs, like being a genuinely nice person who wants to help,because I like helping everyone the first playthru. She’s alsoextroverted and autistic, which I dont ‘feel I get to play aroundwith a lot (I’m autistic but introverted) and its fun to try out.Also the fact that she’s cocky and impossible to put down makes hervery fun to play as. She gets to pick all the good lines (like “Icould do this in my sleep. Maybe I will”). Also I let her be reallytall and buff because I like tall buff ladies
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How did Ailill react when each child was born?
i already talked about faife and finnabair in a different ask so i’m just gonna post about the maines & cainder
Maine Athramail
when medb was pregnant ailill was always like: oh my god my first born!!! MY FIRST BORN CHILD. IMAGINE THAT. IM GONNA BE A FATHER W00T W00T
during court sessions he’d always remind his people that his first child is about to arrive and everyone should fucking respect them whether or not they were a boy or a girl although it was always preferable to have you first born a male to be a heir
when athramail finally said hello to this world ailill was like: why does he look so much like me? this is so strangemedb shaking her head: bc he’s your fucking son why else
medb: why name him feidlimid? is it bc your name means beauty too?ailill: it’s meant to be ever good chill out
Maine Mathramail
ailill: is it a boy or is it a girldruid: it is a boy my kingailill: is it a boy or is it a girl
medb: why name him charioteer what if he wants to be a druid when he grows up you can’t just assume our son’s careerailill: uhm, i can name him whatever i want
this baby really looks like a girl please help me be sure?
even dressed the baby like a girl bc they could be mistaken
Maine Andoe
medb: ok stop right now u named our second son charioteer and now ur naming our new one ‘horse rider’ u better stop now young manailill: listen, he’d be good… a good horse rider… imagine that.
ok he was damn right about maine andoe being a good horse rider
he thinks maine andoe is too smol for a baby
he named him eochaid as a shoutout to his brother whom he killed and was actually the husband of medb before him
Maine Tai
not even born yet but it was already decided that the baby was gonna be named fergus. because hey, what if the baby looked like a girl again. better have a masculine name ready to be used.
oh my god why is this baby not crying? aren’t babies supposed to be noisy as fuck? he’s so silent. is he alive???
this baby doesn’t talk to me at all :c
too quiet his father is shook
Maine Morgor
prepares a name for a girl in hopes of having a daughter for finnabair to play with. ends up having a son.
medb: he’s a boy. A GIANT BOY. why name him cet???ailill: I DECIDED THIS LIKE, A YEAR AGO. U CAN’T CHANGE MY MIND.
why is this baby too big??? he’s not even a week old… wtf???
forever wondering how medb gave birth to a giant
Maine Milscothach
medb: you really need to stop with these tasteless namesailill: i do what i want
lifts him in the air simba style
but also wondering when he’ll get another daughter wtf
not the daughter he needs but the son he deserves
Maine Moepirt
ailill: ok wife listen… what if we name the next child fertilitymedb: that would NOT give you another daugherailill: but wait–
great. another son. i am such a cursed father.
bUT HEY. I HAVE A SMALL ARMY OF SONS??? they’d protect finnabair.
disappointment replaced with gasping realization
son squad is born
Cainder
medb goes home with a kid??? who’s that???
medb: we’re taking herailill: okaymedb: are you not gonna ask why first?ailill: i??? i’d have another daughter??? why should i???
they adopted her bc they thought they were not gonna have another daughter again. the maines were pretty much born out of ailill’s attempts to have another daughter and failed…
but wait… faife came. like wow. so unexpected.
papa’s lucky charm now.
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