#Tayen Quick

[boldtenaciity]

when: 3 october with: @snowkisses, mark

Word travels fast when you work in emergency services and so closely with law enforcement; Naji wasn't on the engine that was dispatched to Winterwood, but he quickly found out the situation: a body found in the opulent bathtub of a millionaire. He'd heard of cases like that before, and rich people thinking they could get away with anything as long as they paid off the right people. From what he heard, the homeowner had come home after a night out and claimed to have just found the decedent there in the tub, which was patently insane in Naji's eyes. Who was supposed to believe that?

The curiosity about the case morphed into a lump in his throat when he heard who the body had been identified as, his best friend's former partner and the birthgiver of their child. From the moment he heard Adisorn Tayen's name in connection with the death, he knew Mark wouldn't be doing well; quick communication with other members of the Bae family confirmed that he was catatonic.

Fuck this overwhelming sense of duty Naji felt, fuck the feeling of obligation to take off work and go care for his friend.

He couldn't quite leave early, but he did manage to secure a few days off longer than the usual three days; and in the morning after completing a 24-hour shift, he was still dressed in his casual uniform as he drove to Mark's parents' house, not feeling fully rested after having to force himself into shut-eye on the uncomfortable bunks at the firehouse. He was so tired, so he had a plan in mind, and he hoped Mark would be willing enough to go along with it.

"We're gonna hit up your place first so you can pack some clothes," Naji started once he had Mark loaded into the passenger's seat. "I'd let you wear mine but they'd be too big. We're gonna go to my house—you can use my stuff to shower, wash your laundry, whatever you need—and I'm gonna get out of these fuck ass clothes 'cause I just finished a shift. I'll probably take a shower, but you're gonna lay down in my bed. And then we're gonna go to sleep for a little while. Sound good?" He'd already taken off towards the trailer park, brain on autopilot as he drove. "We can talk later if you want; but right now, habibi, we both gotta get some actual rest." He reached over and patted Mark on the thigh, completely at odds with what to say, especially when he was this tired.

[bxrn-thc-pxgcs]

Aila carefully maneuvered the miniature blood pressure cuff onto Tayen's arm, quickly moving to attach the heart rate monitor to the fairy's tiny finger while the cuff filled with air. The nurse looked over at the monitor behind Wybie, watching it, nodding to herself. "Blood pressure one-thirty-nine over ninety-three, heart rate one-fifteen, oxygen saturation steady at ninety-seven percent."

Campbell stepped back a little from the gurney, giving the nurses room to work. She ran her hands through her hair before she grabbed her phone from her pocket, sending Kai, Melinda, Elaine, and Delaney quick texts to let them know where she was. That way, at least, they'd know she wasn't missing.

"Thank you, Hadley," Janeway sighed, putting her arm around Perry. She stared at the doors to triage for a moment. "On the bright side... we've more than earned family movie night when we get home. With ice cream. And maybe popcorn." She looked to her sister. "What do you say?"

Kenna Campbell froze at the sight of the rubble. Holy...

Half of the small cottage had collapsed, the other half appearing to be hanging on by a thread. Tayen had just gotten finished moving in, too, after everything that had happened. Campbell had helped get her last few boxes off the moving van.

"Please be alive in there," she whispered, rushing towards the debris.

Kenna Janeway glanced at her sister before running after the other Kenna, trying to look under a fallen rafter to see if she could see anything. "This looks really bad, Per."

@storystartsanew

[hunnybadgerv]

“Want me to model these for you?” for Sharky and Tayen? 🖤😘

Summary: Sharky has a soft spot for making the deputy grin, even when that’s all there is time for.

a/n: Prompted by NightWingsHero: “Want me to model these for you?” for Sharky and Tayen. Just so you know the moment I saw this, it practically wrote itself. From this list.

Floor Model

Even in the low light they looked perfect. Deputy Tayen Quick’s fingertips traced the outline, the delicate edges tickling her skin.

Warm breath caressed her ear, accompanied with that voice laced with a hint of smoke. “Want me to model these for you?”

Tayen tilted her head as the tip of his nose nudged at her ear lobe. His lips were warm, his stubble rough against the thin skin of her neck. As long as he was content to tease her neck, Tayen remained silent in response to his question. When his teeth scraped over her jugular, she hissed softly and her hand detoured to into his hair.

They’d figured out the little signs. He knew her weakness—that nibbling, kissing, and sucking on her neck. And he knew that when she reached up for him, she wanted his mouth on hers. He responded just as she wished. Soft at first, then, when her lips parted, his tongue dove past. Tayen shifted, turning in his arms. His hands pulled at her hips the whole time. He wanted her close, as close as she did.

Breathless, their foreheads met first, then their eyes.

“So?” he said, between deep, fast breaths.

“How could I ever say no to the sexiest floor model in Hope County?” she replied with a wide grin, repeating what he’d said to her once when she was trying to find something dry to change into after an impromptu swim. Their current situation was far less dire. And she was incredibly curious.

“You trying to sweet talk me, Dep?”

“Hell, yes.”

“Good, because it’s working.” He kissed her mouth hard. Then that comforting warmth he emanated disappeared. Being next to Sharky was like standing next to an open flame—bright, warm, inviting, with a hint of danger.

He hopped over the counter and faced her. His cocksure grin sparked her own crooked smile, then his sweatshirt came off, pulling his undershirt off with it. Both fell on the floor at his feet.

Tayen nodded with unmasked approval and appreciation, waiting.

“Fwoosh!” he sang, guiding the arrow toward his chest and tucking it beneath his arm. He swirled on the spot then fell to the side. He grabbed for the counter on his way down. All the time, offering a vivid soundtrack for his death.

She grabbed the edge of the counter and looked over it.

Sharky lay there, legs akimbo, part on his side and his back. One arm reaching outward for nothing in particular.

“It really brings out your eyes,” she told him with a laugh.

His head turned and he batted his eyelashes at her. “Really?” He pulled the arrow from beneath him and held the fletching near his cheek.

The deputy hopped over the counter and crouched beside him, plucking the arrow out of his hand and twirling it between her fingers. She brushed the soft feathery material over his cheek, then down his sternum before she leaned over and kissed him. “Definitely, but I’m heavily biased.”

“Just can’t resist the baby blues,” he crooned, slipping his hand along her cheek to pull her closer.

She kissed him. It was languid, sweet, unhurried. And she wished that kissing him were the only thing she had to contemplate for the next few hours. “Like I’d ever try,” she told him, finally pulling away and breaking the kiss.

His fingers lingered in her hair a moment, before she leaned back on her haunches. Once she stood, she held her hand out to him.

“And here I was hoping you wouldn’t be able to resist rescuing me.”

Tayen leaned against his bare chest, letting her fingers trace over his ribs as her lips brush against his. She looked up into his eyes, licking her lips. “Let me get through with this thing,” she whispered. Each time he tried to seal his lips to hers, she eased back until he relented. “Then I can rescue you all day long.”

“I’ll hold you to it,” he said, pulling her body more firmly against his.

“Good.” This time when he bent his lips to hers, she welcomed his kiss.

The bell on the front door jangled in the dimness. “I swear to God! If you two are fucking in here, I’ll shoot you both,” Jess’ voice carried through the small building.

Tayen smiled against his lips.

“What’d’ya take me for, chica?” Sharky called over his shoulder. “Charlemagne Victor Boshaw the fourth is not a minute man. And besides, if we were, you would’ve known.”

Patting him on the chest, Tayen laughed softly. She grabbed all the arrows in the bin on the counter, then kissed him one more time. “Meet you out front.”

“Right behind you.” Sharky planted a kiss on her temple before he bent to grab his clothes.

[rdrthingies]

new tayen lore dropped (though it’s more focused on Charles)

Tayen and Charles had been officially part of the gang for two weeks now, doing a stage coach job with Arthur so he could get an idea of how they work. And they work well, very well. Charles normally taking the muscle role, doing the talking and the intimidating, with Tayen the one who chases and shoots.

But after that they’ve been in camp, settling in and doing what they could to help out. Tayen was quick to make friends with the younger gang members like Tilly and Sean and Lenny, she’s often seen around the campfire with them as they share stories and jokes, her laughter filling the air that brings a smile to Charles’ lips. But Charles has remained silent, well mostly silent. He’s talked sometimes, greetings and questions and answers, but for the most part, he’s kept to himself.

However, Sean MacGuire has yet to hear the large man talk, and thus has made the assumption that said man is a mute who does not talk. He knows better than to bring it up (barely), but he can’t help but wonder what happened to make him a mute. Was it an injury? Was his tongue cut out? Was he simply born not talking? What?

He ponders these as he sits at the fire, the siblings there as well, tending to their weapons.

“Careful there, Sean. You look like you’re thinking,” Tayen teases, smiling crookedly and widely.

Sean only rolls his eyes, “Very funny... But, I do ‘ave a question for ya, if ye don’t mind answering.”

Tayen shrugs, putting away her knife. “Depends on the question... what is it?”

Sean opens his mouth to answer but Lenny stops him from asking, butting in with his typical bright attitude. “Hey, Charles! You know where I can find some berries? Maggie loves those blackberries an’ I figured I could just find them in the wild instead of buying them at the store.”

“What ya askin ‘im for?” Sean scrunches his nose in confusion, waving his hand around. “Unless yer wantin’ him to show you on a map or... or take you there himself there’s no way he’ll be able to-”

“There are some bushes just by Manzanita Post, just before the cliff, can’t miss ‘em.” A deep voice spoke, a voice Sean has not heard before, a voice that caused him to shout and leap back, falling off the log he was sitting on.

“JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH WHAT THE FUCK!” He cries out, spindly limbs flying as he rights himself, staring at Charles like he was a ghost. “You can talk?!” There was silence, everyone staring at Sean like he’d grown a second head. 

Finally, Tayen spoke up. “Y-yeah... of course he can talk... Why did you think he couldn-”

“‘Cause I haven’t heard the bastard say a word for the whole two weeks you’ve been here! I thought he was a bloody mute!” Sean is standing now, pointing to Charles whose face has not changed this entire time. 

Lenny laughed to Sean’s left, laughed loudly and strongly. He was clutching his stomach, tears were in his eyes, and soon Tayen was laughing as well. Then the entire camp was laughing as they heard what had happened, that Sean thought Charles was mute and was scared shitless when he heard him speak. Sean would be pissed at Charles too, if he wasn’t a mountain of a man capable of breaking him in half. Also helps that he cleaned Ennis’ coat and put Sugarcubes in his saddlebag. 

[welcxmetxtheshxw]

Flashback Solo Para: You Can’t Keep Me Quiet

Trigger warnings: Death, gore, violence, Tayen/Celena

Victoria points to an actor onstage when daddy asks her who forgot their blocking, making him chuckle a bit at her antics. But then she crosses her arms. “No, daddy, look!”

She opens his script and points to what he’d written himself. Reading it, he pauses before chuckling. “Well, I’ll be. She’s right. You were supposed to cross after your line, not during it. Good job, Tori.”

Victoria beams as he ruffles her hair and then the scene resumes. She continues sitting in her dad’s lap, watching the actors onstage in awe.

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“Bye, mom!” The fourteen-year-old waves to her mother before flitting out the door. Dad’s sick, so she’s covering for him with the troupe today. She’s a little anxious-- she’s been her dad’s assistant director for so long, stepping into his shoes was a huge step.

Luckily it was only a table reading of their new production set for the winter. She notes the immediate confusion from the actors when she flies in alone. “Daddy’s sick today. He left me in charge.”

With that, she passes out the scripts he’d given her for the actors and stage crew and settles in to lead a proper table reading. This was going to be good, she thinks, hearing the characters come to life before they’re even blocking.

She can’t wait for this show.

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Except, it doesn’t happen, because that night the world turns upside down. Victoria leaves their rehearsal space late but she notices immediately that there’s a chill in the air... like something horrible has happened. And she’s not sure what until she looks at the moon... and that can’t be right.

She’s flies home as fast as she can carry herself, which may not be anything compared to her mother but it’s still pretty good. Vidia meets her at the door, having been about to go out looking for her. “Mom, what’s going on?”

“I’m not sure yet. Get inside.” Vidia is quick to pull her inside before anything else can happen, and Victoria shivers a bit.

Whatever was happening out there, she had a bad feeling it was only going to get worse from here.

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And she’d been right, of course. An old friend had gone off the deep end, Pixie Hollow was suffering so badly, and...

She couldn’t sit idly by as people suffered and died. So she’d forged a trail, even if it was outside her talent, one that could take others to the mainland. And she began running people, usually children, along her newfound escape trail, out of Pixie Hollow.

Using an alias, Blackbird, she spread the word through rumors and whispers. Only to people she didn’t know, so they’d never identify her by name. It was through this she met Raine and Silva. They wanted to help, after another run had been forced to disband after getting caught.

At fifteen years old, Victoria was way out of her depth. So she couldn’t argue with the idea of getting help from the two, and before she knew it she had an entire operation, with others joining the three of them and allowing people to alternate nights. Never once telling her parents, as badly as she wanted them to leave Pixie Hollow.

They wouldn’t leave her. And she couldn’t leave, not now. People needed her.

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But that changes one night. Raine dies in her arms, making her promise to escape with this run. This was her operation... but she passes it along to Silva. Because she promised, and if things hadn’t been this way in Pixie Hollow... it’s possible that she and Raine-- no, River, she corrects herself-- would have, could have, had something more.

But they didn’t, and wouldn’t, and now Victoria was without her parents, alone in this strange new world, and terrified for her life.

She wishes things were different. She wishes she didn’t hurt this much. But they weren’t and she does and there’s nothing she can do about it.

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But now there’s Dean, and she doesn’t know what she thinks of him. But she does know what she thinks of her.

She’ll never be the girl someone can love. Her past is too dark, her life is too much for someone to handle her. She’s suffered so much, and her mind keeps her trapped in that suffering... nobody could help her.

Nobody could handle her.

Nobody will want her.

But Victoria is a performance talent fairy. She can put on a show, hide how broken she is, hide how hurt and terrified she is, and hide how much she cares for the charming boy.

It’s a piece of cake.

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When her parents arrive, Victoria feels something stir in her gut. A fire she thought she’d lost after she ran away.

Because Tayen is here. She’s in Auradon and Victoria won’t let her take this place the way she took Pixie Hollow. Victoria can’t let her parents be in danger ever again.

As she holds onto them, hugging her father tightly, she begins to make a plan. Auradon will see Tayen for what she really is, a monster, a killer, a dictator, and they won’t let it happen here.

And they’ll save Pixie Hollow.

She doesn’t care what it takes.

Victoria Adlon is going to go home again. And she’s going to save her people. Somehow. Some way.

[asktayenbell]

Tayen leaned on the doorway. "I was just walking around. You're really good." She walked over to him, standing next to the piano. She trailed her fingers across the top of the case. "Did she teach you?"

All Bottled Up- Open Starter

Eddie sat on the bench in front of a piano, sighing deeply. He was so exhausted, he had to blink many times to stop himself from falling asleep right there in the spot. He hadn’t slept in over a week in a half, ever since the nightmares had started. He probably looked creepy with his pale skin, paler than usual, his red eyes, puffy from a lack of sleep, and his big black bags under his eyes. He had been avoiding all of his friends ever since, although he knew that wasn’t quite a good idea. Worst of all, he was stressing out too much for so many reasons. He took a deep breath; he needed to calm down. If there’s one thing he knew about his unpredictable fire powers, it’s that they were mostly provoked by strong emotions. He knew that something that calmed him down was music, especially when he was the one making it. His mother thought him everything she knew, and as much as he hated playing it in public, but what were the chances of people hearing him, right? He let out a slight sigh before starting playing on the piano. He was so concentrated that he barely noticed that someone was standing by the door, watching him. It was only when he finished and when he heard someone clap their hands that he noticed. He immediately jumped up, almost burning the bench as he held it tightly. He gasped loudly. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked in shock. 

[incorrectatdhqquotes]

Taylor: What would you say is the height of stupidity?

Tayen:

Tayen: HEY JAMES HOW TALL ARE YOU REAL QUICK?

[asktayenbell]

Quadruple Solo: Aftermath

Celena was weak. She'd taken the brunt of both a siren spell and paralyzing neurotoxins for Tayen, and it left her in the weakest state she'd been in in years. After Holly and Sarah had finally stopped singing and the toxins had worn off she had relinquished control to Tayen only to go dark in the back of her mind for the rest of the night.

Tayen wasn't prepared for any of that. She wasn't prepared for the sirens, she wasn't prepared for the toxins, and she certainly wasn't prepared for Celena to force her way into having control to protect her. She couldn't remember the last time she had done that.

The fairy woke up slowly in the infirmary. She sat up, looking around in panic. Where's Haylie? Is she okay? Did Celena get to her in time? Is James okay? Is Drew okay?

~

Willa hadn't been able to pick up on the fact that it was a siren spell in time to save herself. She should've noticed that they weren't normal girls when she felt herself being pulled. She should have noticed that something was off. She did notice, but too late. The shaman ended up pulled in by the spell like most everyone else.

She was the first to leave the infirmary. She was a quick healer, after all, thanks to shaman magic. She'd gone straight to her dorm to write a letter to Ananaksaq Tanana, telling her about the experience and her own failure to protect herself and the other students.

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Harley didn't get pulled in by the spell. Must've been the demigod thing. She had, however, been pretty badly effected by the neurotoxins. It had almost seemed like she'd had some kind of adverse reaction to it. Instead of being paralyzed, her muscles kept twitching painfully. She had managed to crawl out of the dance, her muscles still twitching, and recover outside. She waited until she was almost fully back to herself before she went straight to Fairy Godmother to confess her involvement in the events that had unfolded.

It was a mystery she didn't get sent back to the Isle. She'd got off easy, maybe because she chose to own up to her mistakes. Harley was just put on house arrest in her dorm for a week and given detention for two weeks. That's much better than what Holly got.

Then the former soldier, locked inside her dorm all alone, lost her composed facade and broke down in angry tears.

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Eira had been able to resist the siren spell, mostly because she had watched her best friend walk away from her and to the stage. What was he doing? Was he okay?

She hadn't accounted for the fact that there could be more to the chaotic performance than just the singing. The neurotoxins hit her hard, especially since she had been standing next to a few balloons before they exploded. The ice princess had lost a bit of control of her magic, freezing a patch of floor and a table next to her. Eira had panicked, and when she panicked she lost control.

She would likely be the last to wake up after the dance simply because of how hard she'd been impacted by the neurotoxins. Maybe going to the dance was a bad idea, after all...

[starbcrn-kids]

unscrxpted​:

Tayen shook her head a bit, silently grabbing her tricorder and going over to Nick to give him a quick scan.

Wil frowned slightly. Not elf hunters. Human… field medic? He bit his lip, clearing his throat. “Uh… 2052. Some… other universe, apparently. I don’t really know how this all works. But, uh…” He gestured to his own ears. “Half-elf. Thought maybe elf hunters got your ear. They tried to get mine.” He pointed to a long, jagged white scar near his right ear.

Hannah frowns at that. "What now?"

Nick shakes his head. "That narrows it down. I mean..."

Pausing, he points to Audrey, Eve, Wil, Claire returning from her lunch, and himself. "...all of us are from very different universes. If I remembered that correctly. I don't like to spend--" He coughs hard for a minute, shaking his head and clearing his throat. "...much time here."

[bxrn-thc-pxgcs]

Why would you even bother with him, anyways? James is a lost cause, always has been. Good for nothing sailor who abandons everyone who's ever entered his life. What makes you think you're any different to him?

Tayen slowly leaned back, looking over at the others. Eretria cracked her knuckles. Mackenzie snorted, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. Cass and Liam looked at each other and nodded. Then the whole group lifted their hands, playing a quick round of rock, paper, scissors.

"You always win!" Cass whined at Liam and Tayen. Liam smirked, gesturing to Tayen first.

Tayen cleared her throat. "Now, maybe, just maybe, it's the fact that uh, one, all of us know to accept that people leave sometimes. Two, he knows too much, therefore we're never letting him leave even if he tries. And three," she held up her hands, "hi, he saved my life, he's not allowed to go anywhere after that, because he knows I'd just follow his stupid ass."

"He also can't leave me for very long," Liam said, holding up his hand. "Hi, wolfblood. I imprinted, mate, which means he's stuck with me whether he likes it or not. Which also means that he's my brother now."

"Which all boils down to you seriously screwing up," the group said in unison.

"He's not a lost cause," Cass said.

"And he's not good for nothing," Mackenzie added.

"Because he's our friend," Eretria nodded.

"We've all helped him through shit," Liam continued.

"And he's helped us through shit," Tayen finished.

"Which means that he's not going anywhere, and neither are any of us," they said, once more in complete, perfect unison.

[hunnybadgerv]

Far Cry 5 | Kiss #32 | Tayen Quick

[untxld-stxries]

Prue blinked, looking between the girl and James. Oh boy. Great, she'd found herself caught in the middle of something bigger than what she'd expected.

Oh what joy was hers.

"Prue. Hi. All I've got to do with anything is breaking this idiot out of the spell." She turned to James, putting her hands on her hips. "So you're seriously telling us that there's another fairy trapped inside your friend's brain, and she's the actual Shadow of Pixie Hollow? Not Tayen?" She rubbed her face. "This is wonderful. I don't like being caught in the middle, so just- make this quick. I've got people I need to fix."

themagicwxmade​:

As soon as Charissa saw the eclipse, she knew something sinister was up. She’d only seen that kind of thing once before, when Tayen took over her realm and her life changed forever. 

She walked around the school, trying to assess the situation, only to notice that all of her classmates were asleep in the middle of the day. After several failed attempts to wake up some of them, it was clear to see that this had been the hand of a powerful curse. The kind that a moon fairy would be capable of casting. Charissa guessed she

Her heart was pounding- she needed a plan and to find Tayen, fast. Before she’d be forced to see history repeat in front of her eyes. 

The sounds of two people talking caught her by surprise and she advanced in their direction, fingers engulfed in the golden glow of her magic. Better safe than sorry. 

Okay, this didn’t make any sense. A guy who was awake and a creature of sorts..that reminded her of Tayen’s shadows in an uncomfortable way. Even worse, the guy was rambling conspiracy theories about her mother and Tayen as if he’s ever been there…

“Who are you and what do you have to do with this?” Charissa demanded, stepping in front of them. 

James whips around, tensing up. “I don’t like your tone or your implication. My name is James, I’m… close, with Tayen, and because of that fiasco last year that caused everyone to switch lives, I can say with full confidence that the person responsible is known as Celena. I’ve lived with having her in my head. She’s angry, she’s bitter, she’s completely crazy because she’s trapped where no one can see her and no one knows about her, so this–” he motions around them, “Is just damn typical. I’ve done research into this, I might know of some magic that can quiet or even split Celena away from Tayen… maybe. I don’t know, I’m from another planet, I’m not used to magic.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I get that I sound crazy, but I’ve interacted with Celena, both in my own mind, and through Tayen. She’ll take control of the body the SECOND Tayen stops paying attention if she’s given enough room, and keeps Tayen trapped in their head. That’s what happened to her in Pixie Hollow.”

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[asktayenbell]

OOC: Recent Asks

TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/IDEATION, MENTAL HEALTH

Hey guys. So as y'all know, the two most recent asks I got for Tayen were pretty negative. The anon in question seemed to be picking at her weakness involving her taking control of Pixie Hollow.

Most of the characters in the group got one as well. However, I don’t think it was the same anon as I got two on Tayen while everyone else got one.

The topic I would like to discuss is the tone of the second one.

“Of course you would rather disappear than try to fix your mistake how much of a coward are you?” Tayen is not a coward, but she is secretive. This is an impulsive behavior that she cannot control. The reason she would rather disappear than face what she’s done is because she’s afraid that if she does she’ll be forced to accept that she went from the daughter of a hero’s sidekick to a villain. To a fairy it’s a fate worse than death to become good after being a villain, because nobody trusts you to do your job and then you have no purpose in Pixie Hollow so are usually sent to the mainland as, essentially, the island’s trash.

“How much of an IDIOT are you…? You don’t deserve to be affiliated with Tinker Bell at all.” Tayen knows that she doesn’t deserve the name Bell. She hates what she’s done. She isn’t denying it anymore, obviously, but she still can’t face that she was a villain. She thinks that if she keeps her family name, then what happened in Neverland didn’t actually happen because only a good daughter would be allowed to keep the name. She is not an idiot; if anything she is one of the smartest characters I’ve ever come up with. She avoided being sent to the Isle by keeping her reign under wraps. She disguised herself when Clarion was needed for a political event and hid the fairy under her skirts so she could talk. You cannot possibly say that that is not clever.

“So yes, maybe it’d be better if you disappeared. What are you waiting for?” This. This pisses me off for multiple reasons.

First of all, you do not ever tell someone that, especially if they are in that low of a mood. They are very easily influenced when they are that upset. Telling someone that it would be better without them is a quick way to land yourself in prison.

Second, you are literally telling her to kill herself, be it a figurative suicide or a literal one. You do not ever tell anyone to do that. That is not okay. I was told one time to kill myself. I was put in a teen’s mental hospital the next day for an attempt on my own life. Do not, under any circumstances, tell someone to do that. Especially if you end it in “what are you waiting for”. That is not fricking okay.

I have nearly lost my own life to suicide because people told me to. I have nearly lost friends because they were told to. I have nearly lost family members because they were told to.

“So yes, maybe it’d be better if you disappeared. What are you waiting for?”

Maybe it’d be better if you, anon, disappeared from my blog and didn’t come back. Learn some manners, and learn that you can’t tell somebody to hurt themselves, fictional or not, and not expect repercussions for your words.

Sincerely,

A Very Angry Mun

[incorrectaskstorykidshq]

Eva: What would you say is the height of stupidity?

Tayen:

Tayen:

Tayen: HEY JAMES HOW TALL ARE YOU REAL QUICK?

[unscrxpted]

Tayen whimpered, but followed his breathing, calming herself as much as she could. She didn't need to be thinking about it. Not her trouble. Not the chance she could turn into her father.

Nathan watched her. He gave a quick look to Audrey.

Tayen smiled at James. "Thanks... dick..." She took a shaky breath. "So I... my trouble... it... was activated?"

"The man who saved you died this morning," Deema said, trying not to panic her again. "He claimed to be chased by dogs."

Tayen nodded. "I didn't... I didn't mean... I would never..."

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“I…” Tayen took a shaky breath. “I talked about how… how scared I was under the water… how I didn’t know if I’d ever see anyone I cared about again…”

Nathan closed his eyes. “Right. I forgot.”

Deema tilted her head. “Forgot what?”

“In junior year… I watched my mom drown,” Tayen said slowly. She shook her head. “I was at the beach with her, and… I couldn’t save her. Almost… almost dying… it brought it all back…”

“And that’s what triggered your trouble,” Nathan said.

Tayen sat up. She shook her head wildly. “No. No. No, there’s no way. There’s- It can’t-”

James sits up as Tayen breaks down, reaching out and clasping her hands. “Hey, hey, hey. Breathe with me. Come on. You’re okay.”

He takes slow deep breaths, following a Vulcan relaxation technique as subtly as he can. He keeps their hands clasped, trying to push out a subtle calming emotional wave, something that doesn’t alert her attention but helps her settle.

Hannah glances up at the rest of them anxiously, worried of how this could go. Audrey glances to Nathan, holding her breath.