#without a name ( UNDETERMINED VERSE )

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BASICS

FULL NAME: THANATOS

» MEANING: Thanatos [ In Greek mythology, Thanatos (/ˈθænət��s/;[3] Ancient Greek: Θάνατος, pronounced in Ancient Greek: [tʰánatos] "Death",[4] from θνῄσκω thnēskō "(I) die, am dying"[5][6]) was the personification of death. He was a minor figure in Greek mythology, often referred to but rarely appearing in person. His name is transliterated in Latin as Thanatus, but his counterpart in Roman mythology is Mors or Letum. ]

VERSE: How To Kill A King; Night Shift, The Meaning of Forever.

OTHER NAMES: He likes the name Malak so he's been using it walking around the human realm.

AGE: Undetermined; it varies in human form, he appears to be in his late 20'a, 30's.

DATE OF BIRTH: It is hard to pinpoint when Thanatos was born, but his birth was likely prior to the Titanomachy. After all, Cronus ruled during the Golden Age of Man, where men knew no hardship and always died peacefully in their sleep. While this is a prime example of Hypnos-Thanatos teamwork, the root of death may have been more multifaceted at the time.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Underworld.

SPECIES: God.

POWERS

What is Thanatos the God Of?

Thanatos is the Greek god of peaceful death and a psychopomp. More specifically, Thanatos can be explained away as the ancient Greek personification of death. His was a death most ideal. Legends state that Thanatos would manifest before mortals in their final hour and, with a gentle touch akin to that of Hypnos, end their life.

It is important to understand that Thanatos acted on command by the Fates, restricted by the destiny of one’s life. He was unable to act on his own accord, nor was he able to violate destiny and decide when an individual’s time was up.

To do his duty, Thanatos had to have impeccable timing and nerves of steel. He was not a faint-hearted god. Moreover, Thanatos was strict. In the opening discussion of Eurpides’ tragedy, Alcestis, Apollo accuses Thanatos of being “hateful to men and a horror to the gods” after he refused to delay someone’s hour of death.

Thanatos’ response?

“You cannot always have more than your due.”

OCCUPATION: As the personification of Death, Thanatos works under Hades' command and carries humans off to the Underworld once the time allotted to them by the Fates has expired. Thanatos igod or personified spirit (daimon) of non-violent death. His touch was gentle, likened to that of his twin brother Hypnos (Sleep). Violent death was the domain of Thanatos' blood-craving sisters, the Keres, spirits of slaughter and disease.

GENDER: Cisgender Male.

PERSONALITY

Functions and Characteristics

Thanatos was the Greek god or daemon who personified death. A deity without a cult, he was usually met with dread or even hatred. The poet Hesiod described him as having 

a heart of iron, and his spirit within him is pitiless as bronze: whomever of men he has once seized he holds fast: and he is hateful even to the deathless gods.[2]

Ever relentless, Thanatos always claimed his prize in the end. He could not be swayed by gifts or speeches.[3]

Occasionally, Thanatos was viewed in a more optimistic light, as a gentle liberator and giver of eternal sleep to weary souls.[4]

Thanatos lived together with his twin brother Hypnos (“Sleep”) beyond the edge of the earth, in the murky Underworld home of their mother Nyx (“Night”).

In literature and art, Thanatos was sometimes represented carrying away the deceased or bringing them to the Underworld. But his exact purpose and function is unclear, as it was more often the god Hermes who was considered responsible for bringing souls to the Underworld, while Hades was the ruler of the dead. Thanatos seems to have been above all a symbolic entity, representing the inexorable approach of death.

Thanatos is indiscriminate, merciless, gentle, determined.

APPEARANCE

Thanatos is often shown carrying an inverted torch (holding it upside down in his hands), representing a life extinguished. He is usually described as winged and with a sword sheathed at his belt. In Euripides' Alcestis (438 BCE), he is depicted dressed in black and carrying a sword. Thanatos is lean and muscular, with a regal face, honey gold eyes, and black hair flowing down his shoulders.

FACE CLAIM: Yoo Ah-in.

HEIGHT: 6'2 [187.96 cm.]

WEIGHT: 205 lbs. [93 kg.]

BUILD: Lean, muscular.

GAIT: 

HAIR COLOR: Black.

EYE COLOR: Honey, gold eyesl.

BIRTHMARK: Some.

OVERVIEW: » SCARS: »

TATTOOS: YES. To be added.

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: The Underworld.

RESIDENCE: The Underworld.

NATIONALITY: N/A.

ETHNICITY: N/A.

FINANCIAL STATUS: He's got money..

DEGREE: Degree in he'll come for you and you won't be able to do anything about it.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: He can speak any language.

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS & SIBLINGS: The Greek poet Hesiod established in his Theogony that Thánatos has no father, but is the son of Nyx (Night) and brother of Hypnos (Sleep).

CHILDREN:

PETS:

SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS: » Hades, Persephone, Hypnos, Fates, and Eoduun.

What Was Thanatos’ Relationship with Other Gods?

Since interaction between Thanatos and other deities is scarce, his relationship with each is up to interpretation. He likely kept them at arm’s length, save for his twin, parents, and a select number of his other siblings. This would include the Moirai, or the Fates, as he relied on their control over man’s destiny to know when he should intervene with his… services. As an Underworld resident and directly handling the death of mortals, it is likely that Thanatos interacted largely with Hades and other members of his retinue. The Judges of the Dead, Charon, and the many water gods that inhabited the rivers of the Underworld would all be familiar to Thanatos. Furthermore, Thanatos likely had extensive interaction with Hermes, who acted as a psychopomp leading the souls of the dead to the Underworld.

Is Thanatos Related to Hades?

In a complicated sense, Thanatos is related to Hades. All Greek gods and goddesses are somehow related to one another, and Thanatos and Hades are no different. They are 1st cousins once removed.

Nyx is Gaia’s sister and since Gaia bore the 12 Titans, Nyx is Hades’ great aunt. Due to this relation, the Titans are also Thanatos’ 1st cousins. Since there is a generation separating Thanatos from Hades, he becomes his 1st cousin once removed.

The relationship between Hades and Thanatos has been misunderstood in the past. They have been mistakenly identified as father-son, with the King of the Underworld in the parental role. Another common misunderstanding is that Thanatos is an aspect of Hades, or vice-versa. This is not the case.

They are two completely separate deities who, by virtue of their connected realms, have a working relationship.

HISTORY: Thanatos, in ancient Greek religion and mythology, the personification of death. Thanatos was the son of Nyx, the goddess of night, and the brother of Hypnos, the god of sleep. He appeared to humans to carry them off to the underworld when the time allotted to them by the Fates had expired. Thanatos was once defeated by the warrior Heracles, who wrestled him to save the life of Alcestis, the wife of Admetus, and he was tricked by Sisyphus, the king of Corinth, who wanted a second chance at life.

Why is Thanatos the God of Death?

There is no real rhyme or reason as to why Thanatos became the god of death. He was simply born into the role. If we follow the trend of newer generations of gods replacing older ones, it could be argued that Thanatos – and his realm – are no different.

It is hard to pinpoint when Thanatos was born, but his birth was likely prior to the Titanomachy. After all, Cronus ruled during the Golden Age of Man, where men knew no hardship and always died peacefully in their sleep. While this is a prime example of Hypnos-Thanatos teamwork, the root of death may have been more multifaceted at the time.

In Greek mythology, Iapetus was the Titan god of mortality. Coincidentally, he was also the stubborn father of the mighty Atlas, the cunning Prometheus, the forgetful Epimetheus, and the foolhardy Menoetius.

Since mortality is a huge realm afflicted by various human conditions and external forces, it is likely Iapetus’ role was divided amongst a handful of other beings. Other divinities that could have inherited aspects of Iapetus’ realm include Geras (Old Age) and the spirits of brutal death, the Keres.

ROMANTIC HISTORY: NADA...

Who is Thanatos in Love With?

Being the god of death is demanding and depressing. As is the tendency for Chthonic gods and Underworld denizens, duty came before romance. Most do not have established affairs let alone marriages. In the rarity that they did settle down, they were strictly monogamous.

As a result, there is no record of Thanatos having love interests or offspring. More modern “ships” have tied the god to Makaria, a daughter of Hades and Persephone and the goddess of blessed death, but again, there is no evidence of this outside of people’s flights of fancy.

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS: Hades, his boss.

THOUGHTS ON LOVE: ...

HEALTH

PHOBIA(S): None.

HANDICAP(S): None.

MENTAL DISEASE(S): Depression...

PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): None.

PREDISPOSITION(S): None.

[lostsullivans]

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       “ Is there ANYTHIN’ to do around here except judge people for their poor choices? ”  Bullet asks, the southern twang in her voice standing in stark contrast to the murmurs around them. She had thought that Santa Fe began to get boring, but it became very clear to her that she hadn’t known what boredom was until moving to Forks.

“ Or freeze my ass off at the beach? Please tell me there is... ”

[shesboundtolose]

"i think someone switched the contents." (From Jack~)

SNIPPETS | Accepting       ( @saoildorcha​ / Jack ) 

       “ Just how fuckin’ STUPID do you think I am, huh? You must be out of your goddamn, drunk ass mind if you really think I’d fall for that bullshit for a SECOND. ” She’d never yelled at Jack before, not like this, not with this kind of fury in her voice. Lou certainly never physically reacted this way either, but when she saw that all too familiar haze in his eyes, she’d snatched the drink right from his hands to smell it. He’d done so well, they’d done so well, but that progress was all for naught as she stood there, glass clenched in her hand before she threw it at the opposite wall, behind his head.

“ I can’t believe you, ”  she growled, tears now flooding her vision. Her limbs shook with the anger pulsing through them and she pivoted, grabbed the bag she’d tossed aside when she entered the apartment, and headed toward the door.  “ Don’t bother callin’ or tryin’ to find me. I can’t be around you right now, for the sake of my unborn child. ”  She knew that would hurt, but she was too furious to care.  “ At least you won’t be alone tonight, Jack; you’ll have your stupidity and weakness to keep you company. ”  Before she could let that settle, before regret could gnaw at her enough that she’d apologize, Lou swung the door open and stormed out, slamming it behind her.

[fullofvoices]

@benreillyscarletspider: [x]

Ollie was a fairly new presence in Ben’s life. They’d met, of all fateful encounters, at a science exhibition that Ben had dropped into. He’d instantly noticed the only other person actively taking notes on the radical astrophysical theories being proposed, and they met when she caught him peeking over her shoulder to compare.

After trading off messages and impenetrable physics memes for a while over social media, Ollie had popped sort of a weird question. Which was why Ben now found himself holding hands with her at her mother’s store for a record release party intended to advertise The Vinyl Countdown. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Last chance to walk in as just friends.”

She had panicked, which was admittedly uncharacteristic of her, but Ollie had been caught in a bit of a pickle and needed a lifeline. That was where Ben came in, and to his credit, he’d been so gracious about it. She was sure it wasn’t every day he was asked to be a pretend-boyfriend escorting her to a sort of family function.

“No, it’s okay. It’s fine.” She sighed, shaking her head as her fingers wove with his. “We just have to put on a little act. We already get along well and share important interests, so it shouldn’t be difficult.” Ollie stopped just as they’d gotten to the door. “Are you sure about this? I know it’s so stupid, but Gertie is... She’s like my grandmother and she somehow had gotten this into her head when I mentioned you and she got SO excited. All she’s ever wanted was to see me happy, and that, to her, means with a significant other.” Biting her lip, she worried that this sounded so idiotic. “It’s not that she’s old-fashioned; it’s just that... She knows that I’m a little like my mother in a way. We’re wild and poor Gertie has been trying to tame us since my mom was a small kid. I don’t know...”

[stillcannotfindpeace]

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       The cigarette doesn’t do much to distract him from his thoughts, all cynical and suspicious. Shaun doesn’t enjoy much anymore and apparently not even smoking gives him any release. He pushes out his last puff of smoke, defeated.

“ You don’t really BUY INTO this shit, do you? ”

[stardome]

𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀,  𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮,  𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 !   welcome to stardome,  a hollywood based group verse.   in a city packed with stars,  the world is your oyster.

WHAT EXACTLY IS THIS GROUP VERSE ?

this group verse is a chance for you to put your muse into a world where they’re surrounded by / part of the celebrity crowd.   this could range from them taking the role of an actor / actress,  director,  make up artist,  pop sensation,  agent,  anything you can think of.   anyone that would be around the rich and famous really.   this doesn’t require another blog or anything of the sort,  just a verse for your muse set in hollywood.   all posts made specifically for this group verse should be tagged with “gv: stardom” for everyone to be able to follow along.

HOW WILL IT WORK ?

to join this group verse just shoot the blog a message with your muse’s name,  their occupation in this verse,  list ranking (explained below, could be undetermined), faceclaim, your alias  and your blog link,  and you’ll be added to the roster page.   please make sure to follow this blog as well.   it is a side blog so no follow backs will come from this blog !   it’s encouraged to make a post somewhere on your blog outlining what exactly your verse entails but it’s not necessary.   it just makes it a little easier when hunting for juicy,  scandalous details.   from there on,  this group verse will depend heavily on participation !   a few things will occur in this group verse and they’ve been outlined below:

WEEKLY TABLOIDS   :   you heard that right,  get your juiciest tea about your favourite hollywood hotties.   these tabloids will be posted weekly (or as time permits for the admins) like a short newsletter and will be filled with rumours that we come up with either by creeping your muse’s threads,  or from what we hear down the grapevine.   keep in mind,  this will all be in character.   none of this will be a reflection of any ooc personal feelings about a muse in any way shape of form.   and not all of these rumours will be true.   some of these rumours will be wild,  insane,  and absolutely untrue about your muse,  but that’s the fun of it !   it’s also encouraged to leave rumours you’d like to see published in our ask box !   admins won’t always be around to catch what’s going on,  so would love some help keeping tabs.

AUDITIONS   :   it’s not hollywood without movies,  tv shows,  talk shows popping up left and right.   this means,  your muse has to audition for roles !   what this means is that blurbs of shows / movies will be posted with a few character roles and their descriptions.   to audition for the role,  you would write up a para (  short or long doesn’t matter ! )  of your muse in that role.   pretend like your muse is already in the movie and write up a fun little scene !   to keep it fair,  muse names will be randomly generated to determine who actually gets the role.   and from there you can incorporate the production your muse is in in future plots with others in the group verse.   you can even write threads of the actual story posted and we can see the movie / show in action !

MOST WANTED   :   in hollywood,  the hottest stars make their way up to fame and your muse will be doing the same.   this is meant to be nothing but a friendly competition of sorts.   for your muse to be known in hollywood,  they have to score their brownie points.   muses will be given ranks ranging from A-list to D-list and this will solely be based on activity.   this means,  the more plots your muse has,  the more threads in the group verse you initiate,   the more ic drama your muse is in,  or the more edits / headcanons you post,  your muse will climb up in rank.   this page outlines how muses gain credit and how scores are determined.   think of it like marketing your muse.   once again,  this is just meant to be for fun and for plotting purposes to figure out who are the hot shot celebrities everyone fawns over !   in your plot for your muse,  if you’d like them to start a certain rank already ( i.e you picture them as an already known star ),  you can let us know.   they can then start on the B or C list rank.   however,  in order for them to move up to A list they will still need to participate enough to get 15+ points.   no one will start immediately at A list.

ALRIGHT I’M SOLD,  HOW DO I JOIN ?

to join,  message the blog as previously mentioned with muse name,  occupation,  “list”  ranking if applicable (could be undetermined),   faceclaim,   blog link and  your preferred alias.   a discord server link will be sent to you for plotting / meeting other members of the group verse,  any questions / clarifications you might have,  and shenanigans will ensue !   this group verse is meant to be low effort,  fun,  and just a chance to explore another side of your muse with an interactive portion to it all.   so can you handle the pressure it takes to make a star ?

[freedmfighter]

dossier   —   JET.

FULL  NAME.     jet MEANING.    named  after  the  gemstone,  it   is   known  as   a   highly   prized   magical   and   protective   stone,   meant   to   guide   those   on   their   journeys   and   protect   against   evil.  NICKNAME.     n/a GENDER.     cis male. ETHNICITY.     earth  kingdom HEIGHT.     5′11″ AGE.     16/17   ( verse dependent ). ZODIAC.     aries   (   passionate,    motivated,    and     confident    leader   /   impulsive,   temperamental,     daring  ;      element :   fire.   ;    ruling planet :   mars.  ) SPOKEN  LANGUAGES.     verse-dependent  ;   multilingual .

physical  characteristics !

HAIR  COLOR.     dark  brown,  almost  black  in  some   shades EYE  COLOR.      a   dark   hazel,   perceived   as   brown   unless  in   the   right   light   they  have  hunts  of   a   forest   green SKIN  TONE.     warm brown BODY  TYPE.     between ectomorph and mesomorph ;   has the body of a martial artist  ACCENT.     / VOICE.     confident,   somewhat   drawling ,   someone  who   when  speaking  everyone  listens  to   despite   what   volume   he’s   using.  DOMINANT  HAND.     ambidextrous POSTURE.     slightly   hunched   but   because   everyones   so   fucking   short,   in   all   fairness.   THE  WAY  HE  CHOOSES  TO  SIT  IS   ON   HIM,   THOUGH.     he  has   a   relatively   loose   and   confident   stance,   often   putting   his   hand   on   his   hip SCARS.     beneath   his   clothes,   he   is   actually   branded   with   several   areas   of   scar   tissue   from   sword   fights    and   burn   marks  --   significantly   ones   that   wrap   around   his   ankle   when   he   couldn’t   climb   a   tree   fast   enough   and   on   his   shoulders   and   upper-arms.   he   also   has   scars   (   undetermined   location  )   from   having   to   be   self-taught   with   his   lethally   sharp   hooked   swords. TATTOOS.     eventually   he   does  in   modern  verse  via   stick-and-poke...   MOST  NOTICEABLE  FEATURE(S).     his   eyebrows   are   seemingly   always   in   an   arched   state,   he’s   significantly   taller   than   a   lot   of   his   company,   and   he   has   very   fluffy/shaggy   dark   hair.   he   also   usually   is   chewing   on   wheatgrass.

background !

HOMETOWN.     a   small   earth   kingdom   village   somewhere   near   gaipan MANNER  OF  BIRTH.     natural. FIRST  WORDS.     undetermined ;    debating   on   “ma”  (  which  daiyu  was  really happy   about  )   or   “jet”    (   which   was   a   response  to  them   saying  ‘your  name  is  jet’  ,  and  him  echoing   that.  )   alternatively,   it’d   be   funny   if   it   was   something   he   wasn’t   supposed   to   repeat,   like   a  curse  word. SIBLINGS.     n/a,   but   he   thinks   of   the   freedom  fighters   as   his   siblings. PARENTS.     daiyu   ( birth-mother,  deceased ).    qingling  ( non-biological mother,  deceased ). PARENT  INVOLVEMENT.     raised   by   two   mothers   until   the   age   of   eight   years   old   when   they   were   murdered  ;   his   biological   father   wasn’t   really   in   the   picture,   but   I’m   still   weighing  between   whether   he   was   merely   a   donor   or   someone   daiyu   was   in   a   relationship   with  but   went   off   and   was   killed   in  war,   and   qingling   stepped   in   the   picture   to   originally   help   but   in   the   process   they   fell   in  love   with   each   other   ;   up   until   his  parents   deaths,   they   were   extremely   loving    and   protective   of   him,   attempting  to   balance   between   letting   him   have   fun   and   educating   him   in   very  blunt   means   on   the   horrors   unraveling   around   them.    jet   loved   both   of   them   equally,   and   mourned   them   intensely.   in  how   he   raises   the   freedom   fighters   and   orphans   he   takes   in,   he   mirrors   a   lot   of   their   mannerisms   and   keeps   their   legacy   alive   in   that   way.   (  hot  take:   they   would   be   very   proud   of  who   he   became,  though  greatly   saddened   by   the   cause   for   it.  )

OCCUPATION.     social   activist,  public  speaker,    and  founder  of   post-war   orphanages   and   shelters. CURRENT RESIDENCE.     changes   depending   on   his   travels,  but   he   likes   to   stay   in   the   earth   kingdom FINANCIAL  STATUS.     born  in  a  respectable  “middle-class”   home   turned   destitute   CRIMINAL  RECORD.     theft,   aggravated  assault  with  a   weapon,   attempted   murder,  acts   of   terrorism,   murder   (    though   out   of   self-defense   or   legal  in  war-setting   facing  hostilities   ) VICES.   anger,   arrogance,   swearing,   wrath

relationships !

CLOSE  FRIENDS.     all   his   freedom  fights <3    ,    eventually   he   likes   to   consider   aang  a   close   friend   with   hopes   for   the   rest   of   the   group. RELATIONSHIP  STATUS.     single. SEXUAL  ORIENTATION.     bisexual. ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION.     demi/biromantic. LOVE  LANGUAGE.     physical touch &  acts of service.& words of affirmation RELATIONSHIP  TENDENCIES.     jet   is   fairly   unexperienced  regarding   romantic   relationships   as   his   priorities   have   been   directed   towards   survival   and   familial   bonds ;   as   a   resort   of   this,   he   often   makes   exceptions   towards   romantic   interests   by   bridging   the  familiar   with  the  new,   picking   partners   that   can   reflect   what   traits   he   praises   himself   for:   goal-oriented,   seeking   justice,   talented,   can   hold   their   own,   and   come   with  flaws.    he   is   very   affectionate    when   having  romantic   attraction   and   tries   to   find   ways   to   hold   their   hand  or   face   or   shoulders.   he    does   have   jealous   tendencies   based   off   fear   of   loss,   but    over-all   those   of   romantic   interest   are   those   he   has   deep   admiration    for   and   trusts   them.    he   will   only   be   protective   if   he   feels   like   he   needs   to   step   in,   which   in  case   he   doesn’t   hesitate.    seeing  as   he’s   NEW   to   relationships,   he   will   go   about   having   conversations   about   what   they  like  and  don’t   like,    what   they   do  and  don’t   want   him  to  do.   he’s   big   on   communication.    it   should,  however,   be   noted   he   has   slight   manipulation   tendencies/tactics   if   he   feels   he   has   to   prioritize   something   over   the   relationship.

miscellaneous !

THEME  SONG.    Landslide -  Fleetwood  Mac   (   especially   because   of  this   video   )   /   You’ve  Got  to  Run  (  Spirit   of   the   Wind  ) -  Buffy  Sainte-Marie   /   Take   Back   the   Power   -   The  Interrupters   HOBBIES  TO  PASS  TIME.     practicing   his   swordsmanship,   sparing,   climbing   as   high   as   he   can   and   seeing   how   fast   he   can   either   get   down,   or   helping   others   pass   the   time   by   inventing   games.   On   the   occasion   when   he   wants   alone-time,   he   spends   time   trying   to   mimic   bird-calls. MENTAL  ILLNESSES.     severe    case   of   post-traumatic   stress   syndrome   (   ft.   insomnia,   constant   attempt   to   re-live/re-enact  trauma,  violent   flashbacks,   constant   vigilance,  angry   outbursts,  intense    distress   at   real   or    symbolic   reminders   of   the   trauma.  ),    possible    borderline   personality   disorder   (  seeking   an   explanation  for   such  a   black/white   mentality  ,   impulse,   and   rage  that   might   not   stem   from   PTSD,  but   unsure   if   i’m   just   projecting.  ) PHYSICAL  ILLNESSES.     due   to  PTSD,   his  body  suffers   from   a   state   of   autonomic   hyperarousal   with   hypervigilance,   an   enhanced    startle   reaction,    and    insomnia  ;    I’m   still  working   out   the   lasting   effects   from   the   lake   laogai   incident LEFT  OR  RIGHT  BRAINED.     a   balance,   but  slight   leaning  towards  right   brain   for   creativity   and intuition. PHOBIAS.     I   would   say   he   has   pyrophobia,   but   he   isn’t   afraid   of   fire   so   much   as   the   people   who   weaponize   it ;   and   even   then,   he’s   less   scared   of   fire-nation,   rather   than   scared   of   what   they’re   capable   of.  I   wouldn’t   put   that   under   a  phobia,  as  its   reasonable   or   an   attribute   to   his   PTSD   symptoms.   SELF  CONFIDENCE  LEVEL.    extremely   high    to   the   point   he   almost   has   a    god-complex   and   I   debate   if   he   has   narcissistic   personality   disorder ;  he   is   unbothered   by   criticism   and   is   extremely  self-assure   and   confident   in   everything   he   does. VULNERABILITIES.     it   is   very   easy   to   manipulate   jet   by   triggering   his   ptsd  ;   he   also   has   lasting   effects   from   the   dai  li  brainwashing   him   to   the   point   the   phrase   “the   earth  king   has   invited  you  to   lake   laogai”   still   triggers   him,   though   not   to   the   extremity   aang   had   witnessed,   as   jet   was   capable   of   breaking   out   of   it   once   and   had   a   short-lived   experienced   with   the   dai  li.  (  HEADCANON  UNDER  CONSTRUCTION  )  ;   he   is   also   extremely   loyal   to   his   friends   and   loved   ones   to   a   point   he’ll   do    anything    to   keep  them   safe  (   don’t  mistake  this   as   cooperation   with   the   enemy,   rather   I   will   kill   anything   that   stands   in  the   way   of   their   safety   without   hesitation   )

TAGGED BY.     stole from  @burnbanished​ TAGGING.     YOU?

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Saturday night's alright for fighting (but Sundays are meant for rest) - It's Cute

Part 9

The awaited family reactions to the cuddle fest. Dear lord, this took so long to write! Probably should have tried writing these characters once before attempting to write all of them now, but oh well. They're all a bunch of cheeky shits. Bruce may be a world class detective, but he's clueless with his family. You cannot change my mind.

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The first one to happen upon their new normal had been Dick, not that they were aware.

Around 9 in the morning, he'd found himself passing by the living room off the side kitchen the boys were allowed to use (the main kitchens off limits to all but Alfred himself, with occasional exceptions for Marinette or Jason) only to stop and backtrack, lips twitching into a wide grin.

There on the far couch, Tim lay passed out with his laptop closed on the coffee table. This in itself would be enough to endear Richard, seeing as he rarely saw Tim crash without it being face first into his work, but what really sold it was the tiny body curled up on the couch with him.

Marinette became a new normal around the manor, having been attached at the hip to their youngest around 3 months ago. Richard could still recall her first visit, half hidden behind Damian where he stood in front of her as though shielding his new friend from their sight. She'd had curious eyes trained onto them as he led her past and up towards his room. They'd all let Damian think he'd gotten her past them for the moment, bursting into speculation the second the two's footsteps fell out of hearing range.

The curiosity only grew as her presence became a near constant, Damian always a step behind or in front of her. Dick vividly remembered the suspicious look Tim had shot his coffee upon hearing the youngest call her Angel. At that point, they stopped feigning polite and sought her out. 

She took to their proding with grace, if a little overwhelmed and flustered from the fast switch in temperament. They'd all granted the two space for over a week only to all start approaching her on the near constant. And constant it was.

Richard knew he'd overwhelmed her a little in those first few weeks, but it couldn't be helped. He had never seen his babybat so protective and borderline sweet before.

Marinette turned out to be one of the most humble, affectionate, and downright considerate people Dick had the pleasure of meeting. She'd charmed them all.

From the recipes she shared with Alfred over an afternoon tea, to the little trips she took with Jason to bookstores. From random breakfast dates with Stephanie to quiet sleepovers with Cass whenever she made a reappearance. Babs and Duke had yet to meet her, but he was sure they'd find a liking to her just as easily.

Richard himself had been endeared to her the moment he saw how Damian softened around his 'Angel'. It only grew when she started coming to him, a bundle of energy, asking him if he really was versed in trapeze like Damian said. The attachment solidified upon her admitting a solid knowledge in aerial silks, afternoons between the two lost in the gym, talking through stretches and showing off to each other on their preferred apparatus.

And here it seemed Tim had finally found his endearment to her. 

It's not that the two hadn't interacted before. They were often found dying over their own caffeinated beverage of choice, lamenting to one another the struggles of running their respective business. While Tim may run WE as its CEO, he obviously respected and commended her ability to run her own technically small business, holding extremely high clientele, both local and world wide while keeping her workload contained to manageable levels. Meanwhile, she saw and admired Tim's insane ability to manage a massive sprawling company without falling over dead. 

Otherwise, you could occasionally catch them sharing playlists or texting random nonsense to one another.

That, however, seemed to be the extent of their interactions. Tim seemingly holding her at a distance for reasons undetermined.

The distance seemed pretty shattered now, Mari curled up to him, both dead to the world. Dick simply watched, smiling softly from the doorway. Finally, someone who seemed to be capable of persuading Tim into sleep. He really shouldn't be surprised that Marinette was the one to make it happen.

Lifting his phone, he snapped a picture and sent it to the family group chat with the caption, "Laying bodily on top of Tim seems an effective way to force him to sleep. Think it'd work for me?" Tucking his phone back into his pocket, satisfied with the near constant vibration from the chaos he reigned, he finally entered the kitchen, poured a bowl of cereal for himself and left before either of the occupants a room over could wake to find him.

..

Alfred had taken the sight of them cuddling in stride. It'd taken place around two weeks after seeing the evidence of such in the family chat, courtesy of Richard.

Carrying books back into the library, the elderly butler couldn't claim surprise at finding Timothy curled around Marinette in a protective huddle as the two napped. 

Ever since discovering the young woman's identity, he'd seen how Timothy watched her, intrigued and almost instinctively possessive. Of course Miss Marinette had befriended Damian first and the two were as thick as thieves, but in costume, she was Tim's shadow. She normally followed him everywhere and when she happened to stray, the young man would get restless and paranoid, no longer sensing her silent company. Eventually, he'd either group up with one of the others until he sensed her again or happen upon her handiwork and suddenly calm down. Alfred couldn't say whether Red Robin was even aware of his own actions or simply following his gut, but either way, the two were magnetized. It was only a matter of time before the same happened in civilian form.

Watching as Miss Marinette nuzzled his neck and settled closer in a deeper sleep, Alfred expected the two would be together by the end of the week.

…

Damian knew his Angel had found a body pillow in the form of his older brother. Of course he knew, she told him within hours of the development. He felt no need to confirm any further. 

This didn't mean he never saw them cuddle. No, it just meant it never took him off guard. Maybe a touch put off at times, but not surprised. One minute he'd be hunting the manor for his tiny friend and the next he'd find himself huffing to himself and begrudgingly leaving the two alone after inevitably finding her with Tim. Sure, he spent most evenings monopolizing her time to himself, but he already found himself having to share her with the rest of the flock enough during daylight hours when everyone wasn't otherwise occupied with work. The last thing he needed was for the one brother who left her mostly alone to start taking up all of her spare time. 

While Damian knew that Tim had redeeming qualities such as his diligence and intellect (his younger self was rolling in its grave at this admittance) he still couldn't grasp what it was his Angel saw there. His older brother was a certifiable disaster. A sleep deprived, caffeine addicted, sarcastic mess of a man. 

Then again, so was she. And somehow, that didn't end in a clash of personalities, but instead, led to breaking each other's more impractical habits. As much as he loathe to admit it, they worked well together and he knew it to be true everytime he stumbled upon their sleeping forms.

Leaving to find Richard after another failed attempt to collect Mari to hang out, he felt a small smile tug at the edges of his lips. Despite the confusion over the match, he took his small joys in knowing Tim kept her warm and happy.

….

Stephanie and Jason thought the picture from Dick was a once in a lifetime opportunity to view the workaholics at rest. That somehow all that coffee addled energy cancelled each other out and the two just passed out in the delirium next to each other only for Mari to become a koala in her sleep.

Imagine their utmost shock and delight when upon entering the library, bickering over something neither can remember, they find the same happy scene before them. 

A wicked grin crosses Steph's face and she sneaks closer to the couch, leaning into the space by Tim's face.

Jason, seeing her intentions, immediately rushes forward to prevent the inevitable. 

"Do you have a death wish?!" He whispered, unknowingly too late in his warning.

Marinette's eyes peek open right as Steph reaches to poke Tim awake, a low growl sounding in their ears in clear anger and annoyance, glaring Stephanie down until the blonde withdrew her finger from where it hovered an inch above his cheek. 

Eyes flying wide, Steph cautiously backed away from the pissed noirette, hands raised in surrender.

"Sorry, Mar, backing off now," Steph promised in reassurance and slight fear.

Suddenly Tim shifted, pulling Mari closer to himself as though sensing her discontent. 

Snuggling into him, she kept her eyes on the pair until she deemed them a safe distance before burrowing into his chest, falling back to sleep.

Stephanie could only stare before whipping around to whisper yell at Jason, "What the flying fuck was that?!"

"Pixie pop does not take kindly to being woken up. Learned that the hard way a while back. Imagine it's the same for waking up her personal heater there," he shrugged, carefully dragging her back out of the library. 

Glancing back at the pair, he couldn't help but shake his head. The little pixie sure had them all wrapped around her finger, didn't she?

…..

Cass…. Well she honestly didn't see how it mattered as long as the two finally got some sleep. If that meant forcing each other to nap, whether it be in the guest room of the manor or in the deserted Batcave, him slouched in the office chair and her draped across his lap, so be it.

If she played ignorant and never acknowledged to herself that Marinette definitely should not know about the cave, nevertheless be sleeping in it, no one was the wiser.

……

Bruce rarely regretted muting the family group chat. Only two hours into its creation, the notifications had reached into the hundreds. He muted it without a second thought and never looked back.

At times like these, he almost wished he checked it every once in a while. It might have prepared him better for what had transpired in front of him.

Sitting in his favorite high backed armchair by the fireplace, he'd briefly taken note of his youngest sitting in the corner of the couch, one hand holding a book in arabic up to read, the other arm wrapped around Marinette where she slept pressed against him.

He knew Damian hated being touched in his sleep, but perhaps his sweet little friend was an exception after all? It wouldn't surprise him seeing as she seemed to be the exception to all of Damian's rules. 

Bruce couldn't help the softening in his expression at seeing his son finally open up and accept the affection of another human. Sure, the kid had always been loving towards his many pets, but it was wonderfully new to see that extend to the young woman under his arm.

The first time he heard Damian call her his angel, Bruce had settled himself with the knowledge that this woman was to eventually become his daughter in law.

So absorbed in his reflecting, he almost missed Tim's entrance. 

Shaking out of it, he nodded to his second youngest and turned back to his book.

He almost became reabsorbed in his own reading when he noticed Tim approaching the opposite end of the couch.

What happened next, Bruce could only watch in dumbfounded disbelief.

Tim settled into the couch, shifting so he reclined comfortably and pulled the blanket off the back and across his body. Once he seemingly deemed the position suitably comfortable, he moved the blanket to the side of him and sat up, leaning towards the two on the opposite end. 

Damian lifted his head and made eye contact with his older brother, a silent conversation passing between the two, before moving his arm off Marinette and carefully moving her away from him and towards the other. The pass off went smoothly, her weight shifting easily from Damian's side and into Tim's waiting arms. 

From there, Tim gently moved her over to his side of the couch, laying back into his original position only now with her pressed between his side and the couch back. Lastly, Tim pulled the blanket back over the two and finally settled down. 

Marinette herself stirred awake once the blanket fell around her. She seemed to take stock of the situation, looking over to Damian and then turning to blink blearily up at Tim. A small, contented smile graced her face before it disappeared into his collar, where she buried her face, promptly falling back to sleep. 

The same sleepy smile crossed Tim's face as he ducked down to nuzzle the top of her head where he followed her lead. 

Completely thrown off guard, Bruce looked back to Damian only to see his youngest completely unfazed as he returned to his reading.

Clearing his throat softly, Bruce successfully gained the other's attention without waking the other two occupants.

"When did this become a thing?" He gestured towards the cuddling pair.

Damian simply raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"You really ought to read our messages. They've been like this for a month now." And with that, Damian went back to his reading, a smirk hidden behind the pages as his father gaped at him in disbelief. It was going to take a small miracle for his father to figure out the other two were dating at this rate.

Snapping his mouth closed and clearing his throat once more, Bruce turned back to his own book, filing the information away for later, thinking to himself, 'Perhaps Damian isn't as possessive as I thought?'

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real name : setsuna  /  せつな .  single or taken : single abilities or powers : as a hanyo , setsuna has  more strength & speed than a regular human  ;  however  ,  most of her abilities lie in her naginata  ,  kanemitsu no tomoe .  she can create a cyclone that pulverizes her enemies by twirling it in the air  ,  send venomous swallows  ,  & put other people to sleep . eye colour : purple . hair colour : dark brown . family members :  her mother  ,  sesshomaru  ( father )  ,  towa  ( twin sister )  ,  moroha  ( half cousin )  ,  inuyasha  ( half uncle )  ,  kagome  ( half aunt ) ,  inu no taisho  ( grandfather )  ,  inukimi  ( grandmother ) .  in  au ::  mizuki  ( half brother )  ,  kazane  ( half sister ) pets : none .

something they don’t like : naiveté & being called “ hanyo ” . hobbies/activities : she plays the violin in her free time & has nothing else to do . ever hurt anyone before : yes , emotionally , she can’t help it .  setsuna is very blunt & straightforward .  &  no matter who is standing on the receiving end of her words  ,  she is not afraid to say things as they are  ,  even if it hurts the other’s feelings .   animal that represents them :  biologically , the most obvious answer would be the dog . but  other than that  ,  the swallow . worst habits : not asking for help .  given her line of work  ,  she can work in teams just fine .   but she tends to separate easily  &  take on an assignment by herself . bottling up  /  ignore her feelings .   her survival technique  ,  is to keep calm & a cool face in all circumstances .  to not show what you’re feeling & to not let emotions overtake you  /  get in the way when making a decision . role models : sango (  canon divergent & au .  )   as the only girl that is a demon slayer  ,  setsuna admires sango mostly for the same  ,  that she was the most valuable player in the group of demon slayers that were sent to exterminate the stronger yokai & since she was very young .  kohaku ( all verses ) .  not only is he the person that welcomed her to the taijiya village  ,  but also someone that she openly admires & respects  ,  & even sees as a father figure .  she is also aware the he  ,  along with his sister  ,  were the only survivors of the attack the village suffered years ago  & he was the one to rebuild it .  not to mention  ,  she sees in him the perfect balance she seeks to achieve one  day .  someone that made his way to the top with his own effort  &  is also able to show love to others . inuyasha [ uncle cute ears ] ( au verse  )  as a hanyo , her uncle played an important role during her childhood  ,  especially in feeling comfortable with her mixed blood .  when she was a child , & started to be aware of what it meant to be a hanyo in the world of humans & demons  ,  setsuna strived to be like him in not caring what other people say & think .

sexual orientation : undetermined . thoughts on marriage/kids :  setsuna views marriage as an union that only the lucky ones are able to do for love  &  the rest only do as a means to an end  since a human’s time in sengoku jidai are too short .  in the case of a woman , she sees it as the only alternative they have when they are not given the chance to be independent ( work to look after themselves. )  & kids  ,  she views them as the effect of that union . style preferences :  her favorite colors to wear are different shades of blue & purple .  in sengoku jidai  ,  she wears mostly her work gear with the mokomoko wrapped around her shoulder because of the circumstances of the era  &  having to stay alert to her surroundings .  when in reiwa jidai  ,  setsuna prefers to wear comfortable but classy clothes ,  even uses short heels  ;  reflecting that she doesn’t find the need to stay on guard all the time ( doesn’t see the need to fight ) & can relax .  approach to friendships :  she is never the one to approach .  in that field , she is more of the type to go with the flow .  if she finds someone trustworthy enough  ,  she will be open to approach & then let time decide . 

thoughts on pie : hasn’t tried pie before.  favourite drink : water & hot tea . favourite place to spend time at :  the training grounds at the taijiya village  ;  &  during the night  ,  she likes to sit outside the limestone cave to take her night watch there  & play the violin  ,  since it is a location where she can work but also play the the instrument without the concern that she is going to wake up the others . swim in the lake or in the ocean : the lake . their type : she hasn’t given much thought about that .  she doesn’t think she has an specific type physically speaking  .  emotionally speaking  ,  someone that makes her feel  /  give her the security that it is safe & ok to feel & show emotions .  since she is someone that doesn’t like to show how she feels & thinks that showing them is a liability in sengoku jidai  ,  like letting your guard down ;  she admires  /  envies  when someone can manage to survive the era & is able to express emotions freely .  especially love . camping or indoors : no preference .  

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 : @kagomiko .  (  tysm !   ♡  ) 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 : @crimsonacrosstime  ,  @daikusedai  ,  @slaheir  ,  @slayerled  ,  @shirokodomo  ,   @dokusedai  ,  @kizusedai  ,  @ka-go-me​  ,  @kazetsukinu​  ,  @namaamochi​  ,  @sasayakcu​  ,  @withagentleheart​  ,  @ireaped​  ,  & anyone else that want to do it !

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Bonnie’s extended family:

Sponsored by the episode Sky Knight:

_ These are my Ocs. Don’t steal them without my permission_

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Name: Andrew Daljeet Bhatt

Andrew (Manly, brave, strong warrior) Daljeet (the Conqueror of forces)  Bhatt (’the learned one’ in India)

Fc: Manish Dayal

Occupation: Military Defense Lawyer

Stationed: Fort Devens; though he travels to wherever he is needed for his clients (occasionally overseas with his Law Firm) 

Branch: General Military but specializes in Army cases 

Security clearance: Level 4 security

Relationship to Bonnie Barstow (Brother-in-law) 

Tiffany (manifestation of God) Claire (bright, clear) 

Name: Tiffany Claire Barstow-Bhatt 

Fc: Gemma Arterton 

Occupation:  Event planner and Part-Time Associate Professor of Travel and Communications at the University of Boston

Residence: Devens, Boston 

Relationship to Bonnie: Elder Sister by 2 years 

She met Andrew at one of her Military based charity events. They fell madly in love and they got married in a church in a small church in Boston. 

Name: Nathan Fitan Bhatt 

Nathan (gift/ given) Fitan (intelligence) Barstow-Bhatt

Fc: Undetermined. This is just a general face-claim.  Granted the picture is of a baby older than the boy Bonnie gets into her custody (in the lone verse where her sister dies)

Relationship to Bonnie: Nephew 

Eyes- Large, Hazel with touches of gold

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Who Goes to Heaven?

The Bible’s answer

God selects a limited number of faithful Christians who, after their death, will be resurrected to life in heaven. (1 Peter 1:​3, 4) Once they have been chosen, they must continue to maintain a Christian standard of faith and conduct in order not to be disqualified from receiving their heavenly inheritance.​—Ephesians 5:5; Philippians 3:​12-​14.

What will those who go to heaven do there?

They will serve alongside Jesus as kings and priests for 1,000 years. (Revelation 5:​9, 10; 20:6) They will form the “new heavens,” or heavenly government, that will rule over the “new earth,” or earthly society. Those heavenly rulers will help restore mankind to the righteous conditions that God originally intended.​—Isaiah 65:17; 2 Peter 3:​13.

How many will be resurrected to heaven?

The Bible indicates that 144,000 people will be resurrected to heavenly life. (Revelation 7:4) In the vision recorded at Revelation 14:​1-3, the apostle John saw “the Lamb standing on Mount Zion, and with him 144,000.” In this vision, “the Lamb” represents the resurrected Jesus. (John 1:​29; 1 Peter 1:​19) “Mount Zion” represents the exalted position of Jesus and the 144,000 who rule with him in the heavens.​—Psalm 2:6; Hebrews 12:22.

Those “who are called and chosen” to rule with Christ in the Kingdom are referred to as a “little flock.” (Revelation 17:14; Luke 12:32) This shows that they would be relatively few in comparison with the complete number of Jesus’ sheep.​—John 10:16.

Misconceptions about those who go to heaven

Misconception: All good people go to heaven.

Fact: God promises everlasting life on earth for most good people.​—Psalm 37:11, 29, 34.

Jesus said: “No man has ascended into heaven.” (John 3:​13) He thus showed that good people who died before him, such as Abraham, Moses, Job, and David, did not go to heaven. (Acts 2:​29, 34) Instead, they had the hope of being resurrected to life on earth.​—Job 14:13-​15. The resurrection to heavenly life is called “the first resurrection.” (Revelation 20:6) This indicates that there will be another resurrection. It will be an earthly one. The Bible teaches that under the rule of God’s Kingdom, “death will be no more.” (Revelation 21:​3, 4) This promise must apply to the earth, since death has never existed in heaven.

Misconception: Each person chooses whether he or she will receive life in heaven or on earth.

Fact: God determines which faithful Christians receive “the prize of the upward call,” that is, the hope of heavenly life. (Philippians 3:​14) Personal desire or ambition has no bearing on a person’s being chosen.​—Matthew 20:20-​23.

Misconception: The hope of everlasting life on earth is an inferior one, offered only to those not worthy of going to heaven.

Fact: God calls those who will receive everlasting life on earth “my people,” “my chosen ones,” and “those blessed by Jehovah.” (Isaiah 65:21-​23) They will have the privilege of fulfilling God’s original purpose for humankind​—everlasting life in perfection on a paradise earth.​—Genesis 1:​28; Psalm 115:16; Isaiah 45:18.

Misconception: The number 144,000 mentioned in Revelation is symbolic, not literal.

Fact: Although Revelation contains symbolic numbers, some of the numbers it uses are literal. For example, it speaks of “the 12 names of the 12 apostles of the Lamb.” (Revelation 21:14) Consider the evidence for concluding that the number 144,000 should likewise be taken literally.

Revelation 7:4 records “the number of those who were sealed [or, confirmed for life in heaven], 144,000.” In the immediate context of this verse, a second group is contrasted: “a great crowd, which no man was able to number.” Those of the “great crowd” also receive salvation from God. (Revelation 7:​9, 10) If the number 144,000 were symbolic, referring instead to a group without number, then the contrast between the two groups would be lost. *

In addition, the 144,000 are described as being “bought from among mankind as firstfruits.” (Revelation 14:4) The expression “firstfruits” refers to a small representative selection. It aptly describes those who will rule in heaven with Christ over an undetermined number of subjects on earth.​—Revelation 5:​10.

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[lostsullivans]

‘  ain’t  it  a  gentle  sound ,  the  rolling  in  the  graves ?  ’

HOZIER | Accepting       ( @prophesyr )

     “ Gentle? ”

What a morbid thought, she asks herself as she gazes into the stillness before her. Bullet doesn’t typically go that dark in her mind— she typically CAN’T, it’s too much— but she does so now, since she’s been drawn there.

“ I always thought it’d be a pretty raucous sound really, if the dead rolled in their graves. We’re all supposed to find peace when we die, right? Finally? If that peace is disturbed, it ain’t gonna be gentle or soft; it’s gonna be harsh and boisterous. ”

These kind of conversations make her itchy and it shows in her body language, fingers moving along skin, tucking hair back that hadn’t fallen anywhere anyway. She decides to bring some levity, because she can’t handle this discomfort anymore.

“ —————-I mean, I think about when I wake up and I’m cranky. Why wouldn’t they be?”

[shesboundtolose]

“ you are either a fool or a genius or maybe both ”

SNIPPETS | Accepting       ( @fierypips )

       Though her initial inclination was to scowl at him, and she did, immensely, Lou eased up as she let the words settle in her brain. A smirk formed, replacing the frown that preceded it.  “ Probably a little column A, a little column B, but mostly A, if I’m bein’ honest. ”  Or just speaking with a false bravado, as she typically did.  “ Thank you for recognizin’ it. ”

[rubberchickeny]

Jaime/Brienne prompt in ASOIAF (book) verse!

I wanted to stretch my writing muscles and do a prompt in the ASOIAF universe rather than GoT or mod AU. I likeblue prompted me with first kiss and defending honor, and I of course used the opportunity to write Hyle Hunt. If there is one thing I want from Winds, it’s to see how Jaime meets Hyle. 

And yes, the whole business of Lady Stoneheart is crammed into a couple of paragraphs. (Now there’s a writing exercise for you!

On with the show:

Honor and virtue

Ser Hyle Hunt was certainly aware of Brienne of Tarth’s journey through the Riverlands with the Kingslayer.  Ser Hyle had personally heard the given name of the Kingslayer come out of Brienne’s too wide mouth when her near festering cheek wound had her fevered and delusional.  The brotherhood without banners had called her the Kingslayer’s whore.

’Another case of Renly,’ he had thought. What else could he deduce when the said man was the handsomest in Westeros and the maid known far and wide as one of the ugliest. ’Brienne the Beauty’ they had called her, and Hyle had taken part, once. T’was nothing but the truth, after all. He did not think Lannister had had a true taste of her, but even if he had, that made no difference to him. Maybe another disappointment like that would sweeten the value of his proposal.

The proposal he had made to Brienne before they encountered the brotherhood had been a good, honest deal, for both of them. Hyle respected Brienne enough to not insult her with pretty words better used on prettier maids. Brienne knew the truth, and what Hyle was offering was amiable partnership. He would get to be the husband of the next Evenstar of Tarth, and she would gain the respectability of a husband and the freedom to keep wearing a man’s mail. Hyle had no interest in ruling over Tarth or over his wife; he was happy to be a consort and someday have his child rule Tarth.

The maid should appreciate his genuine offer of the marriage bed as well, Hyle thought. She wasn’t likely to get other, respectable offers. Ser Hyle was not bad looking, and he could tolerate her well enough. Of course the lady had not said yes yet, but Ser Hyle knew it was just a matter of time until she saw sense.

If she ever got the chance.

Ser Hyle had lost the track of time since Brienne of Tarth had left both Ser Hyle and her young squire to the hands of the brotherhood without banners and went to retrieve the Kingslayer. The maid was stubborn to a fault, but even Hyle had been surprised when she had been ready to let herself hang for the sake of protecting a Lannister. It was only the act of starting to hang Pod that had changed her mind. Sadly Podrick was not faring very well, but he tried to stay brave for his ”ser lady” that was coming back for them.

In hindsight Ser Hyle might have suspected, but the unpleasant truth was that while he didn’t see Brienne as entirely unbecoming, he found it impossible to believe a man like Lannister could find her comely.  A man like Jaime Lannister had to have had more than his fair share of offers, bound by oath to celibacy or not. Why would he be interested in a maid like Brienne of Tarth?

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Jaime Lannister had known something was wrong when he let Brienne lead him away. The Wench could not lie to save her life, and as hard as she might try to feign it, Jaime could see she had been hurt badly, and the movements she made were unnatural and stilted. The first time she was forced to remove the dirty bandage off her cheek he had been shocked despite himself.

”That isn’t…is that a human bite, Lady Brienne?” he had asked, trying to appear calmer than he really felt.

 What had he send her to, and what all had been done to her? Had someone succeeded in that which many had failed, and gotten her virtue, as well? He didn’t want to risk hurting her more by asking, but he had to know if he had failed her in this, too. The memory of how much Pia had changed between his two visits to Harrenhal was still fresh in his mind, and he thanked the Maiden when Brienne finally managed to answer him no.

After a two days journey they finally reached their destination.

When Jaime saw what had once been Catelyn Stark and was now Lady Stoneheart, he was truly speechless for perhaps the first time in his life.  Life had been cruel to Catelyn and her family, and by the looks of her, death had been no kinder. This was not the high born lady that Brienne had served, but a cold, vengeful wraith set on bringing pain to everyone who had ever dreamed of hurting her or her family.

There had been an attempt at a trial, and it had not surprised Jaime when Brienne offered to be his champion in a trial by combat. Lady Stoneheart was spitting mad, wheezing that Brienne of Tarth had once been her sword and now she had given away her honor and virtue and loyalty for the likes of the Kingslayer.

The fight turned into a blood bath. If Lady Stoneheart’s own hadn’t turned against her, they both would have surely died. The one they called Thoros of Myr had changed the tide of the battle, and instead of dead on the battlefield, the Wench was now bleeding while an ill looking young boy tried to staunch the flow.

”So this is the Kingslayer. The man you were willing to let us all die for.”

The words came from another prisoner of Lady Stoneheart’s who had survived the chaos by joining the fight. He had brown hair and eyes, and a bleeding nose. Jaime found it impossible to tell if his nose had been as crooked and swollen before the fight broke out, as his overall appearance was quite battered.

The boy tending to the Wench’s wounds looked at the other man with clear anger coming off of him in waves.

“Ser—Lady Brienne came back for us. She saved you!”

“It’s fine, Pod,” Brienne calmed the boy down with a steady, heavy hand on his shoulder. The boy continued his work in silence, but seemed mollified.

The other man did not let down, however.

“I always knew you liked a pretty face, Brienne, but surely not Jaime Lannister.”

Jaime was getting enough of this man with no manners. “Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?”

“I am Ser Hyle Hunt. I know the lady well.”

Jaime said nothing, waiting for Brienne to acknowledge the situation and explain her relationship to this insolent man.

She did not.

Ser Hyle continued, “I made a fair offer of marriage, but she would rather do the same as she did with Renly and just moon at your beautiful face from afar. Because that’s what will happen, Brienne.”

This was news to Jaime. Brienne looked embarrassed. Jaime knew of course of the three broken betrothals, but he had never much considered any new proposals coming her way. She was the future Evenstar, so naturally there would be many hedge knights ready to deal with much worse than her for a chance at that, even with the war raging on and the future of Tarth undetermined.

“You are speaking to a high born Lady, Ser.” Jaime ground out.

“I am speaking to the lady who the brotherhood called the Kingslayer’s whore. A roll in the hay is all you’re going to get from him, Brienne, when I’m the one—“

Suddenly Ser Hyle was down on the ground, holding his nose which was spouting fresh blood.

“Do not call him the Kingslayer in my presence ever again.” Brienne enunciated slowly, “Without him you would not be alive. He has never besmirched my honor, which is more than can be said for you.”

Despite the less than ideal circumstances Jaime felt quite pleased, but he could not let go of what the Wench had said.

“What do you mean he has besmirched your honor?”

Knowing Jaime and sensing the danger, Brienne refused to explain further, saying only that what was past was in the past. Still, Jaime wanted to make sure this Ser Hyle knew where he stood. He crouched over to Hyle and said quietly, “I better not hear of this again. I take care of what’s mine, and we Lannisters always pay our debts.”

As he got up, he continued, “You might start looking for another wench to woo. This one is spoken for.”

Ser Hyle all but sputtered as Jaime yanked Brienne close to his chest and kissed her, bleeding and all.

The kiss was intense; fierce but sweet just like the Wench herself, and if Jaime was lucky Brienne would not hit him for taking liberties on her person once they were done. Jaime could taste her blood but he did not mind; they were warriors and they were alive. In fact, it was kissing Brienne that made him feel so alive; like he was still a young man, a man who could do anything! Even become a better man.

Once they came out for air, Brienne did not hit him, but yanked him back and kissed him in turn. It was fumbling and glorious and gave him goose bumps all over.

If Jaime had had a thought to spare, he might have noticed Pod happily grinning at a sour looking Ser Hyle.

[theharellan]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

repost,  don’t reblog !

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.      solas PRONUNCIATION.       soul-ess NICKNAME.       chuckles GENDER.         agender HEIGHT.    5′8″ AGE.  ?? (ancient, appears to be early 40s) ZODIAC.         capricorn SPOKEN LANGUAGES.    elvhen, king’s tongue (fluent), orlesian, tevene, qunlat, anders (not-fluent)

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.       auburn. EYE COLOR.        blue-grey. SKIN TONE.         pale. BODY TYPE.        average, wide shoulders and narrower hips. not particularly built, most muscular in the legs and arms with a softer middle. ACCENT.         welsh. his voice actor is from south wales, although i believe he has described solas as being welsh-ier than he (gareth david-lloyd) is. VOICE.         example here. DOMINANT HAND.         left, learned to be ambidextrous b/c he used to have too much time on his hands (ha). POSTURE.         varies depending on situation and comfort-level. if he is in a position where he has to be taken seriously he will be straight-backed, arms often tucked behind him. in more comfortable situations he is more likely to slouch or talk with his hands. SCARS.         indented scar above brow, scars magic and mundane on his hands/fingers, web-like lightning scar on his chest. TATTOOS.         n/a. BIRTHMARKS.         do cleft chins count. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).       his bald head and elf ears are what draw the most notice. pre-veil, perception of him would vary depending upon how someone thought of him, ranging from someone who exuded wisdom or safety to the incarnation of dread (sometimes robbing him of a elf-shape in favor of a demonic wolf).

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.         unnamed village, since destroyed. located in the northern free marches along what is now the silent plains (although the geography was different in his time). HOMETOWN.         unnamed, adopted arlathan (though he was full-grown by the time it existed). BIRTH WEIGHT.          BIRTH HEIGHT.           MANNER OF BIRTH.         solas may or may not have been spirited into existence. experts are divided. FIRST WORDS.         “see.” SIBLINGS.         n/a. PARENTS.         don’t make me name his mother. i’ve come this far w/o doing it. PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT.         solas was raised in a small village with little to interest him. most of the lessons passed down by his parent were practical skills, his more esoteric interests discouraged until he found a community outside via people (wisdom, joy, etc) who had more interest in his love of learning things without any apparent use. she did make pottery, however, the first creative skill solas learned before he took to painting. he left his home shortly after he was able to pursue a life more in line with his interests and they never met again.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.         guardian of mythal, general, evanuris, rebel leader, homeless apostate, and finally a member of the inquisition. CURRENT RESIDENCE.          haven / skyhold (inquisition). CLOSE FRIENDS.         wisdom (deceased), joy, miraen, ian lavellan, thora cadash, cadri cadash, cole, mythal (deceased?). varies depending on canon interpretations, occasionally he develops a good friendship with iron bull, for example, but it’s not guaranteed. RELATIONSHIP STATUS.          partner to ian lavellan. the exact nature varies on verse. FINANCIAL STATUS.         undetermined. among the inquisition he is taken care of, but he takes payment in the accruement of books. DRIVER’S LICENSE.        yes (modern verse, though he doesn’t drive if he can help it). CRIMINAL RECORD.         yes. likely was the most wanted person in elvhenan and becomes so again in the dragon age. in modern thedas he has also been arrested during protests and for sleeping on public property. VICES.        occasionally smokes, tendency to depression sleep.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.         asexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION.         panromantic. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.       submissive |  dominant |  switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.       submissive  |  dominant  |  switch. LIBIDO.         low to moderately low. TURN ON’S.         empathy. intelligence. creativity. willingness to engage in long conversations. TURN OFF’S.        conformity. cruelty. innocence, which shouldn’t be confused with optimism. LOVE LANGUAGE.    applies to platonic/romantic relationships. i mentioned solas tends to hold himself upright when he wants people to take him seriously. note: this body language during the veilfire chat after haven’s destruction versus scenes accessible to warm-approval inquisitors. if he likes/trusts someone he’s more likely to relax his body language, not needing to fear being brushed aside for expressing his emotions. also while he has a reputation for being solitary, his preferred state of being is not to be alone. people he has any affection for he will seek out. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.       he has a history of being in a strange relationship to himself and his body which means he has a rather short list of relationships despite his absurdly long life. as an evanuris solas avoided all romantic feelings to the point where he wondered if he was aromantic as well as asexual, and as fen’harel he didn’t feel it appropriate to act on any feelings he developed, feeling it was still inappropriate. the relationships he had prior to becoming evanuris tended to be emotionally intense rather than physically, with the exception of one in which he wasn’t altogether happy. with ian, the former was the case until after he learned the truth about solas’s past, it was only afterwards that the physical aspect of their relationship became more intimate.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.         hallelujah. HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.         painting, reading, dreaming/fade walking. MENTAL ILLNESSES.  traumatic stress disorder, depression, derealization/depersonalization. PHYSICAL ILLNESSES.         none. some physical weariness from his age that only set in after the veil, namely joint soreness. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.         right brained. FEARS.      failure. dying alone. complacency/complicity. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.         either too high or too low. there is no in-between. VULNERABILITIES.        as an apostate secrecy or his use are the only things keeping him safe, especially in an inquisition where he is unfriendly with the inquisitor. he awakes with more talent than the average mage, perhaps, but without the power he is used to. also despite posturing as logical, he’s more emotional than he lets on.

TAGGED BY:   stolen from @synthmama TAGGING:    @theshirallen, @valorcorrupt, @chantrysworn, @aniente (dalish or adrian), @sensehurt, @aesophs (vivienne), @felandaristhorns / @deathsreflection, @justicebound, @originsendure (eli tabris)

[theaccursedninth]

Headcanon sheet: Tennant!Malekith

Since my vision for him has changed slight since first playing him I thought I’d make an official reference sheet. 

Name: Malekith Alias (if any): Technically Malekith began as an alias but so old is he now he considers it his name.  Others include: Jack Tyler and (formally) the Doctor Nickname: The Accursed, my lord, my dark lord, Mal, the Oncoming Storm, Jack, Tyler Age: older than this universe as the MCU knows it. Appearance:

A well-groomed and slightly older David Tennant from the 10th Doctor we all know. Alternates between clean-shaven and stubble. There’s an ever-present intensity in his eyes that alternates between dangerous or wild. 

Malekith is the only Dark Elf with regenerative capabilities. These are leftover from his life as a Time Lord and is a heavily guarded secret. Because he has not regenerated since the Time War, his ability is still programmed to his original makeup which is why his tenth regeneration looks like a Time Lord. Race: Gallifreyan (formally “Dark Elf”) Gender: male. (While I’m aware the Doctor is canonically gender neutral, Malekith’s age and experience leave him identifying as male.) Sexuality: Asexualish, Panromantic Height: 5′10″ Physique:

Stronger than any Time Lord but weaker than a Dark Elf.  Able to punch through solid objects/walls with enough force, though it will sting. Could survive a hit from Mjolnir but not without serious injury. I think we all know this but to reiterate: Malekith has two hearts.

Style of dress: What he wears changes depending on where he is but he usually dresses in dark colors. Easier to clean up and/or hide stains. That said this version of Malekith opts for human clothing: easier to blend in, no matter where in the galaxy he is. Default wardrobe: almost exclusively black. Long or short-sleeved black top with a leather jacket or blazer overtop. Black jeans and black boots. 

Work wardrobe: A slight variation of the above. Collared button-down shirt, preferably black but will wear gray or white if need be. Used to include a tie but abandoned it after a while. Black or gray slacks and boots. 

All his overcoats contain extra interior pockets.

Occupation:  This varies from thread to thread. If set on Earth he’s usually working for the London Torchwood branch. Anywhere else, he’s more the renegade warrior.  Choice of weapons: Knives, daggers and short swords. Carries some combination concealed on his person at all times.  Method of combat:  This started out as a way to adapt as full-length swords aren’t so easily hidden. Now his preferences usually depend on temperament but if given a choice he’ll usually go for close combat. Malekith is deceptively strong and fast and finding thrill in exercising these abilities. Also, close-quarters allow a better alleviation of his rage, aggression and power/blood lust. 

Worst traits: Aggressive, cold and callous at times, careless, meticulous, domineering, impulsive, hypocritical, impatient/quick to anger, cryptic, evasive, obsessive, patronizing, sarcastic, unpredictable, critical at times, murderous, vengeful

Positive traits: Intelligent, determined, ambitious, loyal, protective, paternal (to certain individuals), supportive of those he cares about (though not always direct or apparent), considerate (tempered), warm (to certain individuals)

Fears/dislikes: Fears - Loss, abandonment, betrayal, letting others in/close relationships, being vulnerable, the unknown, failure, death (but only to a point), living (for complicated reasons), forgetting and/or making peace with his past... Dislikes - their Time Lord appearance, being touched, social interaction, isolation, that voice

Malekith is a hypocrite. If that weren’t clear. For a time he also feared discovery of his identity, not that many would believe it. For any that would it risked his chances of revenge...while revenge was still applicable. With Asgard gone, who knows...

Mental/Physical disabilities: Anxiety, depression, paranoia, superiority complex and serious post traumatic stress disorder that usually manifests itself as rage. Difficulty processing and articulating emotion. Also the power/blood lust mentioned above.   He still hears the Doctor in his head but whether imagined or a form of conscience remains undetermined. Because he came into the world through trauma he is quicker to lose patience with the voice and will on occasion argue back at it.

Other headcanons:

Malekith regenerated shortly after being crushed by his ship. It was an involuntary decision spurned by anger and a desire to live. He’d almost forgotten he could regenerate at all until he saw the golden light. He had no idea he’d regenerate with a Time Lord’s face.

His regeneration cycles carried over from his former life: as evolution changed the would-be Gallifrey into Svartalfheim, Dark Elves never developed the ability. 

Tennant!Malekith sounds like the 10th Doctor, same accent and everything but he maintains his formal speech patterns.

Goes by “Jack Tyler” in any verse he’s on Earth. Guess where he pulled the names from.

For a little while after regenerating he wore tinted glasses: a way to dim the light after so many centuries of living in the dark.

He takes a long--long--time to adjust to his new/old face and even more resistant than Elf!Malekith at being called/calling himself a Time Lord or the Doctor.

His body temperature is closer to that of a Time Lord’s than a Dark Elf’s. 

Aspirin is still toxic and he is more susceptible to ginger than his former face.

He still feels very deeply and still loves Jack and Rose but their memory and memories of the Doctor are far more painful, almost toxic and so he’ll avoid dwelling on that portion of his past when at all possible. As stated previously, this regeneration has trouble processing and digesting his emotions. 

He does not carry the same guilt and responsibility Malekith does regarding the path his people and planet took. He runs from it. 

Malekith still possesses a fierce paternal streak. It’s buried but still there.

Like Elf!Malekith, his mind is closed to the Timestream. He also lost his Time Lord telepathy. These traits may or may not come back...

Malekith still possesses the Doctor’s fathomless knowledge of languages. That said, he’s spent more time now isolated on Svartalfheim than traveling as the Doctor. As such, some of that knowledge has gotten rusty, and I wouldn’t be surprised if speaking and especially reading different languages might take a little time to recall.

In storylines he’s unaware of Asgard’s face Malekith is still hellbent on revenge. That said, he will not return to Svartalfheim. He’s far more afraid of his people discovering what happened to him (let alone not believing, imprisoning and killing him) than he is confident in asking for allegiance.

Malekith is not afraid of Thanos.

Malekith is not above “die trying.” One might argue it’s his underlying motivation overall...

Following the above headcanon, Malekith fights as hard and at times as recklessly as he does in part because he has nothing left to lose. 

Tennant!Malekith does not have his sonic screwdriver. He left it on Svartalfheim. 

He is very much resistant to and quite possibly afraid of all things Gallifreyan, especially the TARDIS (adding this for paradoxical reasons.)

He still fancies chips and other street-vending Midgardian food.

He constantly pushes boundaries at Torchwood but kept around for three primary reasons: 

a) He is definitely not an ordinary human and that makes him an invaluable asset b) He’s clearly had some kind of ‘military’ experience and despite his temper creates a basic respect (or at least understanding) of command c) He is waaaaay too dangerous to be left alone and instead of locking him up, which may not prove effective anyway, it’s easier and more productive to employ him