#ALSO the hermits definitely do braid trains

[mellioops]

Gem doing Tango’s hair while waiting to play decked out

[tired-fandom-ndn]

ok but adaine growing comfortable in elvish culture after reconnecting with the family

aelwyn has always been better at the whole being an elf from fallinel thing because she had more time growing up there than adaine

yes she knows what’s expected of an elf but it comes off way more robotic and family members are like “why are you being so formal we’re family you dont need to do that for me”

and after a couple stays and visits she’s embraced her elvish nature while still being herself. not the mask of perfection her parents expected her to act like at all times

Oh gosh, I love this.

I can imagine Angwyn and Arianwen as the sort of people to just. Completely disregard any aspects of their culture that aren't convenient for them, that don't make them look better and feel more important.

They eat food and display art from Fallinel, but only the "highest" class things. They speak Elven at home, but only the most common dialect and they trained Aelwyn and Adaine's accents out of them. They claim to only respect other high elves, but are disgusted and disappointed by any aspect of Fallinel's culture that isn't absolute perfection. Their home, clothes, and general behaviors are all very typically Solesian upper-class.

You're so right about Aelwyn, like even just the couple of years between them was enough to give Aelwyn more of an established identity as a Fallinel elf than Adaine had, especially since Adaine was probably more isolated and held to a different standard than Aelwyn in terms of interacting with other people and engaging in their culture. She sometimes slips back into her accent when speaking Elven (something Adaine is bitterly jealous of), she's more familiar with Fallinel music, and she's up to date on politics and events in Fallinel in ways Adaine isn't because she wasn't given that opportunity by their parents.

(When they're younger, that's just another thing for their parents to pit them against each other over, another thing for Aelwyn to lord over her sister. When they reconnect, it's something they both struggle with, the ways they've been denied their culture and especially Adaine's bitterness and grief at what she should've had.)

Before reconnecting with her family, I would bet that Adaine's main exposures to Fallinel culture were her parents (who could've lied about a lot of shit, to make Adaine feel bad for not meeting "Elven standards" while also shaping her into being as quiet and obedient as possible) and Telemaine (who I'm pretty sure is meant to be a weird forest hermit and not a reflection of overall Fallinel), so her perceptions are. Warped. She's not prepared for her loud and affectionate family, chattering away at her and talking over each other while children run around underfoot. Yes, they're weird in very distinctly elf ways and pretty disconnected from the world, but they're also bright and energetic and eager to listen to what Adaine and Aelwyn have to say.

I definitely think Adaine would fall back into the habits her parents trained into her, but her family members would respond with just open affection and jokes about how she behaves like a diplomat how just needs to relax, she's with family! Parents send their kids over to play with Adaine and Aelwyn in an attempt to get them relax more and they're constantly plied with food and drinks and the sort of easy affection that they've always seen in other families but have never experienced in their own. One of their aunts manages to pin Adaine down to do her hair in some elaborate style of braids and hairpieces (pins and flowers mostly, maybe some birds) that went out of fashion hundreds of years ago.

I like the idea of Adaine and Aelwyn traveling through Fallinel, visiting scattered family members and learning about real Fallinel cuisine and art and fashion, picking up different dialects as they travel and finding out how fake the idea of an unchanging culture is, how much of what they know is just propaganda invented by the Fallinel upper-class to try to keep people in line. Adaine finds it a lot easier to accept and embrace that part of herself when she sees how Fallinel isn't some pristine and perfect place untouched by the world, that it's a real place home to messy and complicated people and it has space for someone like her.

[puppetmaster13u]

Thinkin about the Meat Marionette Au, specifically the batclan having two bodies. And I apologize if this is rambling lol

I feel like they still train and work out most days (look Bruce has gotten used to picking up his kids, he's not going to stop even if he's in his human body). It's just probably not to the same extent as in canon of a daily thing without giving their bodies a break. That probably actually means their human bodies are healthier than in canon, seeing as one actually needs to let their muscles rest between exercising them. Not to mention they- or at least their bodies- are getting rest. Hell it's almost like their bodies are in comas for a few hours each night what with how low their brain activity would register as.

Now I'm thinking this probably influences how they act and appear towards the public. They shy away from most interviews (they're trying not to hiss or growl) and are mostly quiet whenever they speak in public, so it'd be easier for the tabloids to spin a story about a shy or demure family doing their best to help Gotham. Which is... the complete opposite of what they are, but no one needs to know that.

Others might even go the mysterious hermit route when trying to write a story about the Waynes, seeing as they're not spotted outside often (what with uses of disguises and such) save for the times the patriarch of the family has gone on another adoption spree. Honestly most of the stories about them are either having to do with Wayne industries, the very rare gala that everyone is wanting into, or the several adoptions that have been reported on several times.

Online is another story probably, and there's definitely several memes about each Wayne family member's posts. They're somehow Gotham's darlings despite being social recluses.

That being said, being connected to the Tunnels definitely has an effect on them even in their original human bodies. Not just mentally but physically as well. Like there is some definite off vibes the longer one is in their presence, their movements just a hint too graceful and something almost... predatory about it.

Also slightly random but I feel like Bruce would grow his hair out, like not even purposely at first. He just got caught up in cases and trying to figure out the meat-marionettes (thank you Dick for the name, but did you really have to call them that) that he forgot to get it cut several times. And by then it's just easier to put it in a ponytail than stay still for however long it'd take to get it cut and well, actually look good even if he himself doesn't care about it. Then he also gets kids who want to learn how to do things like braiding hair, which means he learns too and... yeah...

This au is a combo of my cryptid batfam and @phoenixcatch7's possessed doll au, which you need to check out because it's great. A really fun concept and influences a lot of this Au concept too. Also mutual of mine do you have any ideas for their civilian IDs

[klm-zoflorr]

So made some character sheets for my Yuko babies ocs! I love them, it was so much fun. I really like designing clothes... Plus it helped me flesh them out a little more. Long-deserved characterisation and versions of drawings under the cut because it got way too long :)

So, Yaosa (first pannel) is the one who is raised in the Fire Nation with Zuko. You can check a little bit of backstory there. Lueni (second pannel) is the one who grew up at the North Pole with Yue. You can check her orginal post there, an outfit variation there and a potential grown-up version of her there, or just scroll her tag on my blog.

I have decided/changed it so Yaosa is nonbinary! Idk I was getting those vibes. He uses all pronouns, but mostly he/they. Full disclaimer that I am not trans, and so might be insensitive with my headcanons. Don't hesitate to tell me if that's the case! But we should be fine.

Also I am still not gonna make transphobia a thing in the avatarverse because I just don't like that stuff.

He knows how to chi block, their fighting style is very fast and agile. Ty lee taught them, she is kind of a mother/aunt figure to them. Firelord (!!) Azula kinda is too tbh, Yaosa was sorta raised by a village ahah

I think he's a firebender? I'm not sure if I'm gonna make it canon or not. On one hand it would be fun to have a nonbending royal, on the other I want to show the differences between typical fire nation values and Yaosa's in other ways. And I'm not even sure they'd keep him if he was a nonbender? One thing that's certain is that he isn't a waterbender, or he would get his ass yeeted off the palace in less than 30 seconds

Lueni is a firebender for sure tho, which causes... Problems. If they were both firebenders, she would be the most powerful. She probably has some training in weapons, sword maybe? Knives at least. Idk her shoulder plate would make sense with a sword.

Lueni is definitely the more hotheaded of the two, and the most likely to get into a fight. Doesn't mean she fights everyone she sees, tho, she just has a more headstrong and willful persona, and wouldn't stay silent if you say something that bothers her. Words are her first weapon of choice, she can be pretty commanding (and sometimes acts too much like she's the boss of you and is always right, which can piss people off) and is good at convincing people, althought she hates lying and wouldn't consciously manipulate someone. On the other hand, Yaosa often prefers to watch from a distance and calculate things. He is honest too, but doesn't have as strong a sense of justice (which is only natural given where he was raised). He can use either words or strenght on people, depending which is more likely to work.

So, now that we're done with the headcanons let's talk about the drawings. You can see that I drew variations of clothing for both of them. They depend on their stories (which I haven't quite fleshed out yet) and personalities a little bit too. Like:

Lueni's first two outfits is for when she's still at the North Pole with her mom. The first one is more of an outer wear, second one is a more relaxed/chill/inside kind of clothing. Yes, her arms are exposed! She doesn't get cold very easily, I wonder why...

Her last two outfits are for when she leaves the North Pole (it happens at some point in the story. Idk when and idk why). Since she is from the poles, she has trouble handling high temperatures, and if you add to that all the fire play going on... You can see I added a belt and knee + shoulder reinforcment. I just thought that was a realistic touch for someone travelling around and getting into fights.

You can see her style of clothing is a little bit fancy, but definitely not unpractical (especially the last one) She likes being able to move around, and wouldn't be able to do so as easily with clothes like Yue's princess outfit (and her big skirt). Add to that the fact while she is technically a princess, she's not that legitimate. So she is allowed to not be as proper as she should be, which she is very happy about.

She very rarely lets her hair down, prefering to keep it in a practical ponytail. Plus, she can keep her hair thingie/crown visible this way (she is proud of being apart of her family and royalty, even if there are some points she dislikes). I gave her a bone necklace bc i thought it looked cool.

Yaosa doesn't have different weather outfits since their story happens mostly at the same place, aka in the fire nation/earth kingdom.

However, his style of clothing changed depending on whether he has to act like the Fire Nation prince or if they're left to chill on a boat. I imagined when the story takes place he is on their own Avatar search? Everyone in the family gets a part in this, ahah. Anyway, he doesn't like formality when he doesn't have to be formal, and so doesn't wear armor at all times (or... Ever, tbh. They're kind of a pacifist, fight avoidant too)

So, the first outfit is the typical fire nation armor, of course. Second one is a long, thin cotton coat that I thought fit them pretty well. The short sleeves are maybe more suited for hotter temperatures. He keeps the usual fire nation boots for this outfit. I also added some random bandages on his arm, it doesn't mean anything particular.

The last two are the same outfit, with different poses. I don't have anything particular to say about it, apart from the fact I fcking love it.

I think he has kind of a hermit/wise vibe to him. I really like it, think it fits his think-before-you-fight vibe. Think about a kind of Zuko but without the anger issues. Oh, and he usually braids his hair because this way they don't get hair in their face while fighting, but can also sport a top knot or just hair down (althought less often because he thinks the braid makes him look cool and nice). They have a blue decoration to tie at the end of the braid, it's from Yue, Zuko gave it to them. He always has it on him.

Well, I think we're done. I had a lot of things to say :3 If you ever redraw any of those (don't forget to give credit of course) don't hesitate about harrassing me on every social media so I'll see it xD (my instagram is @/he.artane). And as always, feel free to ask any questions!

[ghostespresso]

Shepherds of Haven Recruit Form - Daenym Wildegarde

“A female Mage with freckled, honeyed skin, waist-length curly autumn-colored hair, playful pale eyes, a slight gap between her front teeth, and a strong, curvy build. She has faintly pointed ears as a result of her Elvish heritage. Her cloak sports a gold leaf clasp.”

Biographical Info

Name, Nicknames: Daenym Wildegarde, Captain, Dae or Nym to some

Height: 5’3” or 160.3 cm

Alias: Circe Harpe

Callsign: Suncatcher

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Pronouns: She/Her

Birthday and Age: 17 Loa (28)

Background Info

Weapon: Daggers

Magic Specialization: Aetherai

Racial Heritage, Birthplace: Elf of Vale

Education: Circle-trained

Miscellaneous Info

Past Jobs: She’s been a guard for caravans ever since leaving the circle, but has taken small jobs in-between ‘vans for a bit extra. Once helped an elderly man sort out his garden for a couple of weeks and it was the highlight of her year.

Likes: Plants - she most certainly speaks to plants like they are people; may sing to them if she feels like it. Dancing; she’s good at it! Loves all of her friends so much they are her family hands down, though she might like Blade a bit differently than the others.

Dislikes: Crowded places tend to overwhelm, but she hides her discomfort well if necessary. Regardless of this, she is still very good with people. Dislikes melons of any kind, they feel weird to eat.

Strengths: Diplomacy, Problem Solving, Born Leader (doesn’t know it), Unexpected: seems “too kind” and oblivious but she has a lot of fire and passion about standing up for people.

Weaknesses: Social Scenarios (especially ones she isn’t familiar with). She is a very openly emotional person, so having to be a “stoic soldier” is not something she can do, which can make people doubt her abilities. Also can and will be stubborn to a fault.

Hobbies/Special Skills: She is a very talented embroiderer and you can usually see her work on her casual clothes. She is also very talented at hairstyling, especially braiding, mostly because she has so much hair herself.

Guardian Animal/Daemon: Far too curious for her own good; think Red Panda.

Major Arcana: The Hermit

DnD Morality Alignment: Neutral Good

Meyers-Briggs Personality Type: Protagonist ENFJ-A

Personality

(Bold which way your recruit leans.)

Heart of Gold/Will of Iron

Rebellious/Loyal

Independent/Social

Tactful/Straightforward

Bold/Cautious

Charming/Stoic/Intimidating

Witty/Sincere

Resentful/Forgiving

Self-Preserving/Self-Sacrificing

Book-Smart/Street-Smart

One-God/Atheist/Old Faith

Relationships

Best Friend(s):

Trouble Alder - They can be very similar to each other sometimes. Daenym’s lack of certain social knowledge can cause her to seem oblivious while Trouble is literally the definition of a himbo. She is usually acting as his voice or reason if one is needed but she would never step on his toes and always lets him make his own decisions.

Chase Trinaeste - Daenym is curious by nature and Chase finds her interesting. At first it was kind of funny, maybe even a little cute, and now he finds it very endearing in only a way that Chase could. Their relationship is her going “can I try” and him saying “yes absolutely” because he finds it funny how she always manages to do well when it’s her first time trying something. She’s also crazy nice to him so if anything were to happen to her it would likely sting a lot more than he wants it to.

Tallys Ironwood - Daenym usually greets Tallys in a traditionally Elvish way, not only for Tallys but because Daenym herself misses doing that with her family. They can have a bit of a competitive streak with each other but they enjoy the presence of someone who understands them. Also they have been known to just disappear into wooded areas for a while just to talk about their shared interests; mainly animals and plants. Every day, Tallys is amazed at the new form of braid Daenym does to her hair, which often leads to a conversation where Daenym begs to put a small braid in her friend’s short hair. Eventually Tallys may let her but she's going to make Daenym promise to keep it simple if she ever does agree.

Red Antiqua - It has been 10 years since Daenym last saw Red and yet their relationship is just as full of trust as before. Naturally, her ability to be stubborn and challenge authority that she doesn't agree with still makes Red want to evaporate due to stress, but he finds it very Daenym of her to apologize for causing him discomfort but not for putting herself in a sticky situation. Red understands what he found attractive in her all those years ago just as Daenym does with him, but they are both oddly happy they didn't stay together. Them splitting up allowed them to reconnect and help each other, and they agree the time apart has made their friendship stronger. Daenym trusts Red with her life and vise versa. The two of them, Neon, and Pan make up their old friend group, and the dynamic really hasn't changed in Daenym's 10 year absence.

Preferred Mission Partner(s): Red Antiqua, Briony Stormbreaker, Ayla Aescar

Friendly Rival(s): Her and Tallys have moments where they disappear into the woods for a while under the guise of seeing “who can do X the quickest/most efficiently��� but that's just how they spend time with each other. Elves.

Love Interest(s):

Blade Bronwyn - Blade was not someone Daenym ever expected, but in her natural desire to befriend her new coworkers, she met up with him on her first day off. When he’d asked why she wanted to spend time with him, she was shocked to find that she didn’t have an answer; she just wanted to be near him because it felt right. Ever since then, Daenym has been pretty obvious with her affection but she keeps it subtle out of fear that she’ll make Blade uncomfortable. She adores everything he does. From his awkward coughs to the focused face he makes during meetings, she gradually gets to where sometimes the smallest things make her smile at him, which only confuses poor Blade. Yes, she is so oblivious she has no idea her affections are returned. Yes it is a headache for the other Shepherds. Send help.

Ship Name(s): Daeblade (like Beyblade but off-brand lmao)

First Kiss Scenario: Your first kiss with Blade happens as an orchestrated effort on the behalf of the other Shepherds, who were sick to death of watching you two dance around the issue. (Oh Hael, that's canon. Haha, just kidding… unless?)

Enemies: When I asked she gave me a very “wounded puppy” look because the last thing Daenym wants to do is inconvenience others. Though she doesn’t really like any of the soldiers around Haven who act entitled and mean to the citizens or her Shepherd family. “They are very rude and I would like to talk with them about it. Do you think we could come to an agreement? I’ll take on any challenges they have!”

Reference Quote from Last Employer or Other Recruits:

“The dear once filled shifts at my inn once! Real talent with people, that one, and for baking. I’ve never had pastries that good before, she actually had to teach me how to make them before she left!”

“I thought she seemed a bit doe-eyed for ‘van security but gotta say she didn’t disappoint. Real passionate about keepin’ people safe and cared for.”

“She is a very strong addition to the Shepherds, and her diplomatic skill will no doubt continue to work in our favor. She’s also very… strong... physically… and is quickly growing with her combat training.”

“Are you okay Blade? You’re coughing a lot and your face is pretty re-”

“I’m. Fine.”

Recruit Form by and for the IF, @shepherds-of-haven​

Bonus! Daenym Close-Up with her opal eyes that were a pain to draw

[moonlightsolo]

bête noire

summary: It’s been two weeks since the Resistance has made their new home on Ajar Kloss. You’ve disconnected yourself from everyone on the base, including Poe. Ever since Kylo Ren infiltrated your mind with dark thoughts, you’ve tried to steer clear of the Force. 

pairing: kylo ren x female reader

warnings: none. nada. zip. zero. zilch.

wc: 3.1k

note: here ya go. hope you enjoy. i worked rly hard on this. pls leave feedback thx.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

The days go by slowly as you sit in your tiny room on the dormant ship. You’ve shut yourself off completely from the Resistance, ignoring the pull from the light and the dark.

Since the last time you spoke with Kylo Ren, he hasn’t been bothering you. Although his presence in the Force is still there but he has cut his ties from you for now. 

It’s time you focus on yourself and your children.

The only opportunity you get to you leave your little sanctuary is when you need to use the bathroom or get cleaned up. 

The droid has been fetching you food from the commissary and bringing it back for you. She also has gotten you books too so the time would go by quicker.

You’re reading about the galaxy when somebody knocks on the metal door, you can feel that it’s Rey. She has been bothering you ever since the incident in the jungle. She knows you’re pulling yourself away from the light purposely and she doesn’t want you to go astray too far.

“Fine. If you’re not going to open the door, I’ll leave it out here for you.” She sighs, her footsteps begin to stomp away.

Did she leave something for you?

You lay down your book and stand up from your spot on your bed to open the door and peek out. It’s a staff.

You quickly grab it and retreat back into your room like a hermit crab. Your fingers run over the smooth wood, seeing how the edges are singed and black. You grip the edges and smile. You lay it against the wall and sit back down, “What is that?” Mary beeps out.

“It’s a quarterstaff. I can train with it.” You nod, your eyes glancing at your babies. They’re reaching their tiny hands over the bassinet to grab their sibling. They’ve gotten so big. “I’ll sneak out tonight when everybody is asleep and go train. Will you watch them for me?” You look up at her and she nods.

You pick your book back and up and begin reading again.

-

With a quick motion, you bend down to tie your shoelaces. You tuck your utility pants into your boots then you adjust your tee shirt. Your fingers run over the embroidered Resistance emblem on the sleeve.

“I’ll be back soon.” You tie your hair up into a top knot before grabbing your staff. You open the door slowly, your head peeking out through the crack to look both ways down the hall.

There are a few people scattered in the hallways sleeping so you just creep past them and out of the ship.

You haven’t felt fresh air in a while, it feels like it has been almost a month. You take a deep breath and begin sprinting towards the exit of the cave, hoping your footsteps are quiet enough so nobody hears you.

You take a sharp turn into the trees, following the nature-made path Rey took you down once before. You dodge large rocks and skip over the branches that are laying in the way.

When you make it to the opening, the moonlight has replaced the sun in the night sky. You can vividly see the stars twinkling in space above you. Your mind drifts to Kylo, knowing he is somewhere out there. You shake your head and take a deep breath, you begin to swing your staff expertly. You use the trunk of a tree to practice.

Your feet twirl your body around with the staff in your hands, holding it in a striking position as you launch forward. You make sure not to hit the tree, stopping it inches away from the bark. You don’t want to cause unnecessary damage to nature.

You spin your body to do countless strikes, your teeth grit together as your grunt with every swift movement. Someone’s hand touches your shoulder, which is a bad idea on their part. You turn towards the body, sweeping the staff under their ankles to knock them to the ground.

They groan in pain as they lay back against the lush grass. You push the staff against their chest with your face full of anger. You instantly soften when you realize it’s Poe. “Oh, my stars. I’m so sorry.” You drop the staff to the ground as you bend down to his side.

He starts to laugh, holding his side as he did. Maybe he hit his head too hard.

“I can’t believe you knocked me down. Now I can see how good you handle yourself.” He chuckles and takes in a deep breath. You start to laugh with him, your eyes closing as you feel tears trying to leave your eyes. “I… was… so focused… I didn’t even hear you..” You say between laughs as you stand up and reach your hand out to help him up.

When he gets to his feet, he doesn’t let go of your hand and instead he pulls you into a hug. You’re stiff at first but you relax and almost go limp in his arms. You let out a relieved sigh, a small smile forms on your lips and your eyes close. “I missed you.” He said softly, his head rests on top of yours. “Me too, Poe. Me too…” You open your eyes to look up at him.

Poe’s brown eyes look down at you, his smile copies yours. “Why’d you pull yourself away from us? It was like you weren’t here again.” He shakes his head and hugs you tighter as the negative memories flood his head. “I’m scared, Poe. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to be tied up in this war anymore. It’s impossible for me to just pick up and leave.” You pull away slightly but he still keeps you close.

Before he could answer, something cracks a twig behind him. You summon the staff to your hand, turning your body so Poe is behind you. You get into a fighting stance but Poe puts his hand on your staff to stop you. “It’s just Rey…” He notices how scared and defensive you got. He feels sorry for you and it makes you sick that he does. Poe knows that you’re protective because of your past, he knows that it scarred you.

Rey’s body creeps out of the shadows, the light casting down on her features as she walks closer to you both “I noticed her running through the cave earlier. I was going to go after you but Poe saw you too. So I let him handle it…” Her eyes look at the staff and she smiles. “I’m glad you got it.” She nods and you smile, “Oh yeah... Thank you, Rey.” You sigh then bite your lip from being nervous. It’s silent for a moment before Rey speaks again, “Can I speak to her alone?“ She glances over at Poe.

Poe looks at you and back at Rey, his shoulders lift up into a shrug. He starts to walk back towards the base with his eyes watching his feet. “Remember when we were training here and I said you can use a saber pretty well?” Her accented voice speaks out excitedly. “I want to make my own one day and I was wondering if you would be open to making your own too?” Her smile is wide and your face shows pure shock. “Really? My own?” She grabs your hands and closes her eyes.

“I had a vision,” Her voice echoes in your head. A scene starts to flicker through your brain. You’re seeing it through Rey’s perspective. It feels like you’re watching a film. She’s piloting the Falcon with Chewie through hyperspace. Then your muffled voice appears behind her and she turns her head to look at you. You’re shocked by your appearance— You look so different.

Your hair is cut to your shoulders, two pieces are braided and secured back. You’re wearing tight black leather pants, boots and a gray tunic of some sort. You notice the belt around your waist with a clip that would hold a lightsaber hilt. You have a blaster connected to the other side in a holster. You notice how you’ve gotten more fit, you seem genuinely happy too. 

You can barely make out the conversation then the scene skips forward. The three of you are walking in a cave, it’s dark until you all stumble upon a cavern filled with glimmering crystals. They litter the floor and the ceiling. There is a large spiral stone ramp going up the side so anyone could reach the high ones. Rey bends down to touch a crystal and when her fingers graze the outside, the vision ends.

You gasp as you come back into reality, your chest is rising and falling quite quickly. “See? You are destined to be great. I know you’re scared right now but take your time. You’ll choose the right path.” She pulls your body into a hug.

When she pulls away, she notices the tears flooding in your eyes, “Are you happy or sad?” She asks, her hands are now resting on your shoulders.

You shrug and sniffle as you bring your hands up to wipe your tears away from your eyes. You don’t know if you’re happy for sad, you’re feeling so many emotions. “I should get going now. I hope I’ll see you tomorrow?” She asks as she pulls away. You nod with a smile on your face, wiping your tears away as you look up at the stars again.

You take a deep shaky breath as you watch them twinkle. You sit down in the grass, laying down on your back so you can stargaze for a few moments. Before you know it, you’re fast asleep.

-

The stars are still twinkling above you when you open your eyes but you can’t see your surroundings, it’s too dark. Not even the grass beneath you.

The sound of a lightsaber hums around you but you can’t seem to find it in the dark. Then you spot it, the beam of angry red light casts over your face. It’s not Kylo’s though, it’s a regular red saber with no cross-guard.

Their stature almost matches his; Tall and dark. A cape billows out behind their broad frame, they twirl the saber expertly in their one hand.

Are they a Sith?

A crackly heavy breathing sound comes from the helmet they’re wearing. The light casts over the helmet and his armor.

The black surface shines under the red glow. A vent covers the person's mouth, the beady black eye covers look into your soul. They continue to breathe heavily while looking at you.

You’re drawn to this person, almost like you’re put in a trance. You’re certain that he could definitely harm you if you get too close but their presence comforts you in away.

You slowly creep towards them, your hand lifts up hesitatingly to touch the helmet. You want to see if he’s real if they’re standing in front of you.

His gloved hand comes up and grabs your wrist, “Enough.” His deep voice crackles through the modulator.

Light swirls around you like hyperspace, your breath was taken from your chest. Wind howls in your ears then you’re dropped onto the sand.

Your hands grip the gritty texture, it falls right through your fingers. The environment around you is hot. So hot. Sweat almost instantly begins to pool on your forehead. You inhale sharply as the air returns to your lungs, tears sting your eyes as you try to focus.

A blurry hand reaches into your vision, they’re standing in front of you. You warily take their hand and they hoist you up to your feet. “Hey, are you okay?” The man asks you.

You blink away your tears, looking at him with wide eyes when your vision focuses on his face. He’s young, most likely a teenager or a man with a baby face. You can’t help but notice a scar that travels across his features; It’s like Kylo.

His skin is sun-kissed most likely from the double suns behind him, his outfit resembles the old Jedi garb. You look around and notice the sandy huts around you. You’re on Tattooine.

“I know why you’re here.” He speaks to you. Your head whips around to face him again, “I don’t even know why I’m here. How did I get here?” You breathe out in panic.

“It’s okay. Let’s speak somewhere more private.” He leads you into a hut, it’s quite nice inside. He sits you down at a table that has a bowl of odd looking fruit in the middle.

“My name is Anakin Skywalker.” The name takes your breath away. Your hand grips the edge of the table as you try to steady yourself.

“Kylo’s grandfather? As in the Darth Vader?” You barely croak out. He seems a bit troubled by your words.

“Yes. I can feel your pain through the Force. I once was in your shoes. I was torn between the light and the dark.” His eyes flicker down for a moment then he looks back up at you. “I lost my family by choosing the wrong path. My grandson, Ben Solo, lost his family by choosing the wrong path. Choose your own path. Take care of your children.” His hand reaches across to grab yours before you could respond. His touch sends tingles across your skin, he smiles then you drop through the floor.

It’s like you’re being teleported to a different realm once again. Images swirl around you in a cyclone, your hair is blowing everywhere from the insane amount of wind. Your hands reach out to try and grab something to stop yourself. All of the air has left your body and it feels like you’re going to be falling for eternity.

The grass suddenly appears beneath you, your fight or flight kicks in. As you get closer to it, your hands go up to shield your face then you hit the ground. Everything goes dark.

-

The bright light around you is what wakes you up, surprisingly not the humid air. Your eyes open and for a moment, you still think you’re in your dream. Then you realize that you’re laying on your side in the grass and dirt. Sweat is soaked into your clothing, your hair is sticking to your damp forehead. You shoot up from the spot, your vision gets a bit fuzzy from standing up too quickly. You take a sharp breath through your nose as you grab your staff and head out of the jungle. 

As you get closer to the base, you see that people are walking everywhere. Anxiety settles in your chest, you wonder what people will think when they see you in this state. Especially because you’ve been a little bit of an introvert lately.

You slide out of the tree-line into view, walking back towards the cave so you can get cleaned up. You keep your head down in an attempt to not make eye contact with anyone. 

Rey spots you walking, she waves then her face scrunches up when she sees the state you’re in. You instantly make a beeline towards her, walking with purpose.

“What happened to you?” She questions, looking at your dirty clothes and face.

“I fell asleep out there,” Your hand goes up to itch your arm and you feel bumps under your fingers. You grimace from the pain, “Ouch.” You look down and see pink bites, most likely from bugs.

“I don’t know what happened last night. I remember being visited by Anakin. Anakin fucking Skywalker, Rey.” Your voice hushes down so people wouldn’t notice but they were already looking.

Her eyes go wide and she looks around nervously, her hand goes to your shoulder. “We need to talk to Leia about this.” She leads you to the command center where Leia is talking to Poe and other officials.

Poe’s face lights up when he sees you, then his eyes look at your dirty outfit and his eyebrows furrow. “What happened? Are you okay?” He interrupts Leia who was in the middle of speaking to him. He slides past her and meets you, his hands go to cup your cheeks.

“Hi, Poe.” You smile, “I’m okay. I just need to talk to Leia.” Rey scoffs as you guys hold eye contact for a little too long.

“Come on. This is urgent.” Rey tugs on your arm like a parent, “I’ll talk to you after okay?” You look back at Poe as she leads you away.

Leia has already turned herself around and was staring at the three of you. “What’s going on?” Her voice is soft but still concerned.

“She had a vision.” Rey says with a shaky voice, “From Anakin, your father.” You quip in. Rey glances at you in the corner of her eyes then looks back at Leia to see her reaction.

Her face is still, maybe she’s in shock. “Why would he visit you...” She breathes out as she thinks. “Do you remember anything he said to you? Even if it’s just one word.” She asks as she moves closer to you.

“He told me to choose my own path. He compared himself to... Ben... By how he left his own family for power.” Your head falls to look at your feet.

“Force ghosts visit you to give you guidance during a hard time. Usually only if you’re a Jedi... But, I guess he made an exception for you.. Unless he knows something we don’t.” Leia sighs, her hand goes to your chin to lift up your face.

“Follow his advice. Do what you think feels right, okay? Do not let anyone else persuade you to do anything other than that.” She is stern, she wants you to follow her advice too.

“Of course, Leia. Thank you.” You smile as she pulls you into a quick hug, “Now go get cleaned up. You’re dirty.” She laughs along with you.

When you walk away from the command center, your steps feel lighter like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders.

Poe stops you, “I want to talk.” He’s serious but right now, you smell like sweat and wilderness so you need to get cleaned up first. “Of course. After I shower though, is that okay?” You ask with a small smile. He nods, then of course, he returns it but adds a kiss to your cheek which makes you blush.

“Come to my room when you’re done.” He walks away quickly to go finish whatever he needed to as commander. 

You quickly grab your shower supplies from your room, you give your babies a kiss before leaving again. 

You make your way to the communal showers, hopefully nobody is in there already since you’d like some privacy.

Thankfully, there is closed off sections where a shower is but it’s kind of awkward showering when there’s another person in the same room with you.

When you pull off your boots to get undressed, golden sand falls out onto the tile floor. You bend down to touch it, “What?” You breathe out in surprise.

You attempt to forget about it but as you take the rest of your clothes off of your body, more sand falls out from hidden crevices. 

You just push your clothes to the side and step into the stream of water. With your soapy cloth, you scrub at your body to get all the residue of the dirt off of your skin. 

You don’t want to believe you were actually teleported to Tattooine to talk to Anakin. It was just a vision. Nothing else.

-

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🌊🍇🌷 for Alex?

🌊 What does your OC do on their days off from working, school or whatever else it is they may do? Do they enjoy relaxing, shopping, hanging out with friends? What is a normal day like for them?

Normal days

Work. Working out, either before or after her shift, depending on whether it's a sparring day or a weight-training/running day. Then cooking, cleaning, meal-prepping, and other fun adulting activities. Maybe a walk around the lake if the weather's nice. Movie and book inside if it's not. Possibly a booty call too, if Mason decides to show up at some point. That's happening more frequently now, but she's not exactly complaining.

Days off

Pretty much the same unless Tina, Felix, or Nate are dragging her out somewhere. Well, they don't really have to drag her out, she's just more… inclined to be a social hermit if they don't. She does regularly go on little vacations with Tina, though. Overnight trips to the city. Weekend trips to Vancouver island. Longer road trips down to the States.

She also does a fair bit of solo hiking and camping in the summer. Tina occasionally joins her for that, not often. And she will invite Mason to join her as well, after they're in a relationship. Possibly before that point too, if it comes up somehow and he actually expresses interest.

🍇 Does your OC have any bad habits? Does your OC have any addictions like smoking or drinking? How did they fall into these habits and why?

No addictions, but she does vape weed pretty regularly. Indica strains. Helps with the anxiety. She drinks, too. Less for the anxiety, more because moscow mules and gin old-fashioneds taste fucking delicious.

She's pretty goddamn nosy as well. Will definitely eavesdrop and creep in the medicine cabinet when she's in someone else's house. But her worst and most self-destructive habit by far is the way she swerves around deeper emotional engagement with people because she's terrified of vulnerability and because it's fucking painful to even consider the possibility that other people might actually care about her.

(thanks rebecca!)

🌷 How much effort does your OC put into their looks? Do they care much about how they’re dressed or what their hair looks like or are they not bothered? Could they be considered a snob or a slob?

Quite a bit, actually, especially if you count all the working out.

She's definitely got a regular (and expensive) skincare & haircare routine. Sunscreen. Moisturizer. Retinol and serums. Deep conditioning and protein treatments too, for hair that long and thick. Frequently wears pricey makeup as well, though cat-eye eyeliner and cherry-red YSL lipstick are about as adventurous as she gets. Nails are buffed and trimmed short always, occasionally painted in different colors. Hair is generally styled up somehow, usually in a big puffy dutch braid for office hours and a tighter bun for exercising.

She's somewhat picky about the clothing she wears—even the workout stuff, to some extent. Has a capsule wardrobe going along with the whole minimalist aesthetic. Likes high-quality pieces, stuff that's built to last and will mix and match with everything. Not a fan of fast fashion and she will save up for designer things and strategically nab them during sales.

And… she would inwardly bristle at being called a snob or vain for any of that. Being criticized for it would actually sting. For her, taking very good care of her physical appearance and allowing herself to indulge in luxury for that purpose…

Well, that’s kind of the primary way she's received actual care for most of her life, so…

(ttttttthanks rebecca!)