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Once I scrape up enough time and motivation to draw my human Extension Corps designs and get to explain all their scars and amputations, it's so over for y'all

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Forever Together 2 | Ploy!Bat Boys

SUMMARY: You struggle to come to terms with the battle against Hybern. But Feyre’s pregnancy looms over everyone. And while everyone is worried about her and the babe with wings your mates are worried about you and the state you’ve been left in.

PAIRINGS: Bat Boys x Reader

CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of trauma, mentions of war, mentions of death, lying, the inner circle, cliff hanger

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This post is out a little late, mainly because I couldn't post it while I was at work as I did not have my laptop. It's looking like this is turning into a series if I can't get everything finished in part 3. I really don't want to rush it so it might be turning into a series. If you wish to be tagged in the next part let me know in the comments.

WORD COUNT: 2.7K

Feyre is pregnant. You were happy for her and Ryder, you knew they deserved it after all the trouble they’d gone through just to be with each other. Since the war had ended you and your mates had not yet accepted the bond fully. Cassian and Azriel were on missions and you and Rhysand were working hard with the other High Lords to come to an agreement on the treaty. Right now that was the least of your concerns.

You were curled up on Rhysand’s lap, your head rested on his chest while his arms were draped around your body. Cassian and Azriel had found it hard to keep their eyes off their mates. It had been hard to separate you from Rhy’s side as of late. Though the High Lord wasn’t complaining. Everyone was in the room in your home that Rhys had built after the war. It was nice to be able to come home to the three males. Feyre and Ryder had a home built right next to yours.

Right now they were discussing whether they should tell Lucien about his true heritage. You didn’t agree with them in the slightest, and their reasoning for not wanting to tell him was starting to anger you. You knew you were pushing it down the bond, you knew that Rhys, Cass, and Az could feel everything you were sending them. It wasn’t fair to Lucien to be kept in the dark about who his father really was.

You felt differently towards this whole conversation, you wanted to know what it was like to truly have a brother. And Lucien was your brother, he was your half-brother; but still he was blood nonetheless. And you knew he deserved to know. You had disliked how they all had treated him in the aftermath of what Hybern had done to Nesta and Elain. You knew he wasn’t in the right, but he didn’t deserve the treatment he was getting.

You felt an unbearable headache coming on, you’d have to stop at Madja to see if she’d have anything for the pain, and maybe you’d get a sleeping tonic to hopefully allow you to at least get one peaceful sleep without nightmares. The constant arguing was starting to get on your nerves. Finally you had enough and stood up from Rhy’s lap. You already missed his warmth and wanted to crawl back into his lap.

”Are you ok, love?” Azriel questioned, his brow lifted as he leaned forward in his seat next to Cassian. His hazel eyes were glued to you. There was a trace of worry in his features.

”This isn’t right.” You mumbled, walking to the center of the room. You wrapped your arms around your body as all eyes were now on you. “I don’t think this should be kept from him.”

”Y/N, Lucien is in the human lands, one secret won’t hurt him.” Rhy’s soft voice swam through your pointed ears. Shock fell upon your features as you stared at your mate.

”No, I won’t have it.” You glared at him, at the male who had made you his High Lady.

”Why? Why are you so eager to tell that male?” Amren asked, her eyes blazing brightly as she stared at you.

”Because he deserves to know his father.” You paused, closing your mouth. You were trying so hard to hold back the tears but waves were crashing into you like you weren’t made of stone. “Because I deserve a brother who loves me, and doesn’t treat me like shit, one who didn’t get my mother killed. I deserve better than those Illyrian bastards I was forced to call brothers. Most importantly, Lucien deserves a family who loves him for him and not who he sided with.”

The hurt was evident in your voice as you spoke to them. You couldn’t stand it anymore. All their eyes on you. Taking a deep breath in to calm yourself, then you released it. Turning away from them you quickly walked out of the room heading to your shared room with Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel. All of whom had exchanged a concerned look with each other.

”I think it’s best if we come back to this matter on a later day.” Rhys said, as he stood from his chair and walked out of the living room heading down the hallway. Cassian and Azriel would see to it that everyone left and then they’d join you and Rhys.

When you made it to the bedroom you collapsed into the bed and pulled the covers over your head. You didn’t understand why this was something that needed to be discussed. Lucien deserved to know that Helion was his father, that you were his half-sister. You deserved so much and so did he. You pressed your eyes closed tightly when you heard the door open. You weren’t in the mood to talk to any of them tonight, not while the emotions were still fresh in your mind.

You felt Rhys press his body into you, his arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you and the cover closer to him. His chin rested on top of your hair, slowly you started to remove the cover from the top half of your body. Just as Cassian and Azriel walked into the room. You felt the bed dip again. Cassian was on the other side of you and Azriel was behind Rhys.

Since coming home from the war you had curled up next to Rhys at night, while Cassian and Azriel would often switch which side of the bed they slept on. Rhy’s violet eyes found yours, he pulled his hand up and rested it on your cheek.

“Do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you darling?” Rhys asked, his voice so soft. You shook your head, Rhys’ hand moving with your movement.

“Not tonight, I-I can’t.” Your lips were trembling as more fresh tears fell down your face.

“We’ll talk about it when you're ready sweetheart.” Cassian was the next to speak, he nudged his head into your neck and breathed in your sweet scent.

“Get some sleep, love.” Azriel was the next to speak. You once again found yourself nodding your head. It was difficult to come up with the words right now. You snuggled up between your three mates and eventually sleep found you but it wasn’t a dreamless sleep like you’d hoped for.

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They were surrounding you, there was nowhere to go. And you’d be forced with only one option, kill them. They were now a fading memory, fighting on the losing side. You were covered in blood, your hair was caked with that blood and dirt. Your fingers tightened around your sword, knuckles turning white from the grip. Rhys had reached out to you via mind informing you that Cassian had been injured.

“Well… look at you.” The male whom you thought was your father spoke to you. “You think you’re tough and strong now.” He wasn’t your father, Helion was. Though the other males were still your half-brothers.

“I have nothing to prove to you.” Your voice was venomous as the words dripped from your lips. The  male glanced at your brothers. A hideous laugh escaped his mouth, then he lifted his blade in the air and ran towards you. Your brothers stood still, while your own blade came in contact with the male’s sword.

Grunts escaped from you as you fought him off. Your power was itching to break free. It tingles inside you. You ignored it just as the sword cut your shoulder. A wince escaped you and the males laughed loudly, but that was enough for you to lose all control you had left. Suddenly you blacked out, when you  came to you were on your knees. Sword next to you as you breathed heavily. They were no more.

But then everything changed, you were in front of your mates. Sad looks crossed their faces. They were kneeling on the ground. Two Hybern soldiers held onto you. Hybern himself stood behind your mates.

“Such a pity you had to be mated to these three batards.” Hybern’s words slammed into you, constricting your lungs.

“No, please. Don’t touch them.” You cried out.

But the words didn’t matter. It didn’t matter how much you begged him. You felt your heart stop when you no longer felt them through the bond.

“No! No!” You pulled yourself out of the bed, running to the bathroom and hurling the contents of your dinner up. You calmed slightly when you felt their welcoming presence. A few of Az’s shadows curled around your body helping you cool down. Sweat covered you entirely, you could feel their concern through the bond. But you knew they could feel your fear.

“What was it, love?” Azriel’s voice was close to your ears. Cassian had his hands wrapped around your hair keeping it from falling into your face while you continued to hurl up the rest of your dinner. Rhys and Az placed a hand on you, both rubbing soothing circles on your back. Since returning from the war there had been a lot of nights like this. But Ryder was the only one who truly knew about your nightmares.

“Bad dream.” You whispered when the hurling finally stopped.

“Please tell us what you saw.” Cassian was the one to speak this time. But you couldn’t speak it into existence.

“Show me darling, only if you can.” Rhys said, speaking in your mind. So you lowered your shield and allowed Rhysand to see what you had dreamed tonight. It had been the same, but this was the first night you had dreamt a nightmare where your mates died. “Can I show Cass and Az?”

“Yes.” You replied back.

You moved to the floor, the shadows that had left their master followed you and continued to glide around your body. You kept your eyes closed, Rhys picked you up from the bathroom floor and carried you back to the bed. Azriel and Cassian followed behind you and him. It was quiet, you assumed that the males were talking to each other, trying to figure out what to do. How to handle your trauma. These nightmares were constant, never ending. You never caught a break, always losing sleep because of the nightmares.

The four of you settled into the bed in the same position you’d been in before you’d woken up. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, tears starting to fall from your eyes.

“There is nothing to apologize for, love.” Azriel whispered, he had his chin resting on Rhysand’s shoulder, and his hazel eyes were on you. His shadows moved around until they eventually covered the four of you. They were protecting you and your mates.

“It’s okay to feel this way. You have gone through so much, and you will get through this.” Cassian nuzzled his head into your neck, he moved his hand to rest on your waist and gently began to move his finger in a circle, a motion he knew calmed you down.

“You almost lost Cassian, you and Az both. You all experienced my death, and I can never take back what I did. I truly am sorry for putting you three through that. I’m here now, and I’m not leaving any of you again.” Rhys made the declaration clear to his mates. “I love you all equally, and I promise we will get through this together. We’ll help you with your nightmares.”

You nodded in understanding “I wish I didn't kill them. I hate that they are responsible for my mother’s death, but I regret killing them.” You paused trying to think of what to say next, you knew that they’d seen it. How you had acted in the nightmare when you killed them was exactly what had happened and even after all these months after the war it still haunted you.

“You did what you had to.” Azriel said.

“I blacked out. I panicked. I didn’t think I could do that, I didn’t even mean to kill them. It just happened and I know that’s probably not an excuse but that’s what happened. Next thing I knew Helion was in front of me and then Rhys was gone and I couldn’t feel him.”

Rhys tightened his arms around you, it still felt like a dream. It still felt like Rhys and Cass weren’t here and it was just you, and Azriel, and his shadows. Since you had lost your wings nothing was falling into place the way you thought it would and right now it really didn’t seem real.

“It’s real, Cass and I are real.” His smooth voice ran through your ears. You only gave a brief nod. Sleep was starting to fall over you again. But you didn’t know how long you would get before the nightmares returned.

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The sun shined brightly in your shared room. But you were quickly disappointed when you discovered none of your mates were in the bed with you. Throwing the covers off your body you stood to quickly change into comfortable clothes rather than going for a dress. Being the High Lady of the Night Court was the least of your worries right now. You opened the door and started to traverse down the hallway, voices were coming from the living room.

You could hear Rhys talking, though you were unsure of who he was talking to. Slowly you came to a stop and listened in on the conversation. You could tell that Cass and Az were in the room as well. You assumed judging by the hushed whispers that everyone else was included in the conversation but you. Which only meant one thing, they were discussing Lucien without you.

“Y/N is going to be beyond angry when she finds out that we voted without her.” It was Feyre’s voice that you hear break through Rhys’s comment.

“I know, but right now I don’t think it’s a great idea for Lucien to know. Y/N needs time to process the events of the war and she needs time to focus on the powers that she received from Helion. Lucien would be an added distraction on top of all of that.” Rhysand said.

They were going to keep this from you. A secret. One of many you assumed. You didn’t want to hear anymore of this. You stepped around the corner and looked at everyone in the room. Rhysand had his back to you.

“You voted not to tell him?” The hurt was evident in your voice. Cassian and Azriel were quick to stand up as Rhysand turned towards you. A look of shock on his face, clearly he had not expected you to be awake. “I woke up to an empty bed, one without my mates. So I came searching only to discover that you thought it was best that I didn’t have an added distraction. What in your right mind thought that was best for me? He’s my brother, he deserves to know.” The anger flared in your body and it was evident in the way that your power had started to show.

The light illuminates your body, some have to look away. “I thought it was best! Y/N. Cass and Az didn’t have a say in the matter.”

You shook your head. “I can’t believe you, Rhys. This is a new low even for you. Keeping that from him and Helion would only damage my relationship with both males. Did you even stop to think about that, about what might happen if they found out, if they found out that I lied to them.”

“I-”

“No. That’s not fair. Not fair to them and not fair to me.”

Before he could get another word in you winnowed away. It was the only thing you’d really learned to get the hang of after discovering what powers you’d received from your father. A door opened, before anything came out of your mouth you collapsed into the arms of the male that is your brother.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Lucien questioned, eyes on you.

“You’re my brother.” The shock was so clear on his face, but you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

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Vertin and Mesmer's dynamic analysis (Global Info Only)

Just a ramble and analysis or overview of Vertin and Mesmer throughout the story currently. Why? I think Mesmer is the only person to understand Vertin on a deep emotional level, or at the very least aware of the deep trauma Vertin struggles with and buries far away from the rest of the crew.

(Enjoy a ramble about the most traumatised characters in R1999, or the one of I guess)

Mesmer is probably has the most complete information about the Breakaway Incident out of the cast outside of Vertin, Madam Z and Constantine: both being involved with the Breakaway Incident and knowing the full extent of Constantine's meddling. After all Mesmer was the one to tell Constantine about the plan out of fear for her friends. Mesmer did not act out of malice but concern, it was Constantine manipulating the vulnerability of a child to ensure the circumstances to foster Vertin as a Timekeeper.

Why say Mesmer of all people understands Vertin on a deep emotional level? Simple, AS is the invention of the Mesmers as part of the Three Door gameplay, and we see its use shown in Book 3/4 in Vertin's induced coma.

Its clear in Book 3 that Mesmer is aware to some degree of what Vertin dreams, the jump between the conversation or Smoltin and Smolnetto over the frog vs the small time jump to when they were 12. Not only do we as players see the Breakaway Incident in full, but Mesmer to some degree as well, not just as a person present at the time.

How does this mean Mesmer understands Vertin more than anyone? Vertin is a very closed off person to begin with, sure she is very physically affectionate and you don't get 60+ people wanting to join the suitcase without a certain level of charisma - Vertin especially after the Incident keeps everyone at an emotional distance. And equally does not allow others to know her pain, its hers to bare alone.

Mesmer similarly is at this emotional distance from others and attempts to hide her pain deep inside her. The guilt of the Breakaway, the literal fact that she is a Mesmer in the first place, just like Vertin forced into a role at an early age of caring for patients in a psych ward since 12 as well as the nature of her arcane skill making her VERY aware of other arcanum fluctuations and emotional states. And Laplace isnt exactly the best place to find therapy (Kakania as a prime example).

While Vertin of course does not entirely consent to being put into a coma she does tell Mesmer "I will trust your judgement, just this once". Mutual understanding of this situation, Vertin cannot do much but put faith in others (and its too early to judge whether or not this trust is a fatal flaw).

Their general dynamic is one of mutual understanding, they are close in their own way even if to anyone outside it looks like they are just cold to each other. (Vertin requesting the Umbrellas from Mesmer, to her later receiving all Umbrellas by the interchapter, the chapter implies Mesmer herself went to Vertin to give the Umbrellas.

Summary: Vertin and Mesmer's relationship and dynamic might be the most fleshed out or the one given the most context so far, a trouble dynamic between two individuals forced into roles from an early age and shaped by trauma, a bond built of mutual understanding of the duty they must continue and oversee.

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Distant Gunsmoke

Cw: grief,guilt, strife has complicated feelings towards Death.

Summary: Strife thought he would go about his night watch duty calmly,but it shows him just how much he needed a genuine act of kindness.

A/N1: my entry to strife september,hosted by the brilliant,talented @darkdemeter check her stuff out shes so cool yall. Also hi Dem this is Jer (in one of my many side blogs) I can finally show you one of the 2 (and soon to be 3) full fics i wrote. This one is ONE MONTH OLD. IVE WAITED SO LONG OH MY GOD.

A/N2: Hi new readers, I write character studies. X Readers are not really something im good at (for personal reasons i wont get into here),for X readers check out Dem and many other cool fic writers in this community (moodymisty,grandaughterogg,etc)

Beauty Is in the eye of the beholder ,or so humans say.

Well,Strife can't help but agree.

The gunslinger sits on one of the high branches of the Maker Tree,sunset casting golden light across the barren,sundered remains of The Kingdom of Man. He breathes in the crispy air of late afternoon and relaxes just a little as purple-ish blue shadows harshly blanket over the cityscape And his tall,imposing form.

He's well aware none of his siblings ever sat down and appreciated the Beauty within humanity's craftsmanship. From cozy,warm homes where bonds were formed and nurtured, to tall buildings reaching for the sky-Appropiately Named 'Sky Scrapers'-,Man could make things other beings would only dream of.

Not that all this surprises Him, he knew from day one that these frail beings were important and capable. He's seen it all in his travels across this wasteland and his stay as a 'refugee' here in Haven.

If only his siblings,specially Death,could see what he sees.

...If that were to be possible,he might get along better with his grump of an older sibling and the rest of his remaining bretheren.

The reaper would never admit it, but up until now hes seen humans as things. He May know that they are important,but the specifics are lost on his grief-addled mind. No matter how much the spirit of timeless unrest tried to explain, all his words are absorbed by the high walls of thick despair Death has built around him,his heart,his mind And,dare Strife say it, soul.

By now he doesn't bother,waste of breath and energy.

Yet a part of him still hopes the pale rider finally changes his view on things.

Family,though sometimes less than functioning,was still family. At least to Strife.

Sure,he had been raised alongside the old reaper,but when you're one of the four remaining nephilim....Well family acquires a whole new meaning. One the gunslinger still has to figure out.

He sighs loudly,wondering if any human within the trunk of the tree could advice him on how to get along better with his siblings. He doesn't doubt for a moment that one of those answers might just be "therapy"

Now he'd never admit it...But Creator,he'd like to go to therapy some day.

...Could human therapists even handle The ammount of trauma he's got?

Could he handle it if it ever came up?

Jokes and bravado was all fun and games until the chips are down and him opening up might just save him,his siblings, and mankind. He desperately wants Fury to shut up and listen to what he has to say,but he knows his sister well and she's not going to stop until she hits her head against the wall...repeatedly.

He just hoped she didn't have to go through all that pain to finally see things as they are.

But his sister's...his siblings actions are something he can't control,or make himself responsible for. And he's still yet to make his peace with it.

God,Why were bonds so...difficult?

Anxiously he taps on his helmet,now resting on his lap,as night falls. Here, under the starlet blackness above,is where danger begin to plot,scheme and -Creator forbid- strike.

The horseman rubs the exhaustion out of his yellow eyes. As he does so,he remembers young War couldn't discern Strife's yellow sclera from his actual ochre colored eyes.

It makes him chuckle with endearment, tiredness dissipating for a few seconds before returning with full force.

He's so tired...

He's tired of being lied to,he's tired of him and his siblings being in their head instead of focusing on the now.

Grief stuck to them all like Spiderwebs on corners,leaving them two options: face their past and move on,or wither away in bitterness. 

For now,he can guess that three out of the four that they are Will make it out of that web.

And still,he worries for the one less capable of doing so.

Upwards does his gaze go, noticing the smallest,dying star struggling to light up the darkness. No other of its bretheren help, so its left to agonize into an uncertain future.

The image makes his eyes burn,he feels his chest tighten and....

--You've spent a long time up there...--Comes the voice of Ulthane from a small balcony/platform underneath the branch he's sitting atop.

Strife leads his thumbs to wipe the corners of his eyes--Right...right...--he winces at how his voice breaks. He sniffs loudly and grabs his helm

--Y'alright?

Like he's done a thousand,million times,he puts on his helmet over his chiseled,handsome features,effectively shutting off his emotions--Jus' peachy-- He replied--Jus' peachy...

With a gesture of his hand,the disguise of Jones comes up,and he pushes away the memory of Death teaching him illusion magic. The tenderness of the moment is too much for him to bear right now,the smile of his child self all too bright against the monster he is now.

And the smoldering warmth in his oldest brothers eyes...

Heavy boots clatter on the balcony. Strife...Jones, looks up at the maker and he hates how in this form he's the small one.

--Y'dont seem right t'me...--Ulthane said with something akin to a fatherly concern.

But the rider shrugs and finds his bravado that he pulls over his face like curtains behind a Window.--Doesn' matter,the scenery really jus' stole my attention.

And he leaves for the entrance to Haven to begin his nightly watch as he usually volunteers to do.

Ulthane watches Strife go,eyes narrowing with a glint of pity. He still remembers the hard time he gave to the gunslinger when he first sneaked into the tree, posing as a human.

Old as he is,the Black Hammer could smell his nephilim nature a mile away. But after a brief-albeit agressive- chat,his antagonism of the rider lessened over time and quite quickly.

Tender heart Strife's got.

Well,his siblings do call him the 'delicate one'

Isn't it concerning how much his siblings haunt his mind?.

Behind his hood,feeling like a cheap imitation of his youngest of kin, Strife walks to the entrance with one of the makers that wait with him for this routine. She also knows who-what he is.

--Hey! Evening!--Comes the voice of the female maker,blonde hair and carrying a gigantic battle axe. He feels a little guilty he doesn't remember her name.

--Howdy!--He drawls, a big grin on his face.

--Took you a bit...--She pointed out,a bit concerned--Y'usually 'ere before nightfall..

With lips a little pursed,he shrugs and adds--I...fell asleep.

--But you dont need sleep?

--It's uh...pleseant --Which wasn't a complete lie,he liked to sleep...but he wasn't sleeping up in that branch.

More like....wallowing?

Thankfully the maker drops it, knowing all beings were quirky like that. Makers most of all,but Strife wouldn't be surprised if Nephilim won in that regard- They're a mix of Angel and Demon,surely something in their internal wiring has to be a little janky.

Like that one time he got stuck in his Anarchy form. He was a little too crazed with bloodlust, and then he thoroughly freaked out when he realized he couldn't get back to his normal self.

Fury and War were a little worried,if not amused.

But it was Death who sat down with him and actually helped him calm down and return to normal. Bitter,old and grumpy reaper sat infront of him and in his sardonic way guided him to a point where he was calm.

To this day,he wonders if the pale rider was talking from experience-He'd give anything to hear the story if that was the case.

Yet the sentiment is not lost on him,the implicit,crushing worry in the actions of the eldest nephilim. He really tries to hate him,he really does try...

His pondering takes up most of the night,he's silent and thumbing his guns reflectively. If the maker beside him noticed,she didn't say anything.

But he is taken out of it when he hears a set of slow,Tiny steps behind him. He turns with his brows furrowed,its a bit past midnight- all kids should be asleep by now,and adults too.

Yet he sighs in recognition at the child. Matted,messy and long light blonde hair,grey eyes and pale skin. He can see the lines of the sheets and pillows pressed into her features,curling around her eyebrows,forehead And the beggining of her nosebridge.

--Angie...--Chided Strife,slowly walking up to the kid and kneeling infront of her--Whats the matter,Kiddo? What're ya doin' up so late?

The girl leaned into his touch when his hand went to push away her thin and almost platinum hair. --Uhm...I...I couldn't sleep.

He held back a sigh,he hopes she doesn't wander off--D'you know why?

--I..i worry..--Angie whispered,looking at the ground--Mama says we'll be fine but..--She sighs and rubbs the exhaustion out of her eyes--When..when I worry I get nightmares, i don't...i don't want nightmares

--You can stay for a bit--He resolved, patting her shoulder gently--Calm down,and then back to bed, young Lady

The girl smiled a little and nodded,waddling over to the spot at the edge of the balcony/entrance of the tree had. Both sit and watch the barren world shadowed in darkness with little Glimmers of moonlight-Like how hope feels when it finally begins to peek through the black clouds.

Strife feels the kid lean on him,looking at the world that once was her home. His brown eyes look down at the messy head of hair and he sighs. With a gentleness thats so unbecoming for a horseman, he begins to untangle the strands that gleam with white highlights.

--You remind me of someone...--He murmured--His hair always gets messy,even as a full grown adult.

Angie giggled--Well,uhm..I Like playing in the mud, and Rolling around...mom says thats why Its always like that

He let out an amused scoff--Yep,that'll do it. --He grinned--Rowdy thing arentcha?.--The kid shrugged. --I can't say you'll grow out of it, my brother sure as hell didn't.--Heavenly are the giggles that the kid lets out, he wonders how the world can be so cruel to spoil such a pure thing. Fills him with rage.

Eventually he finished with his task of untangling her hair,now it curls and falls past her gentle face. Her eyelids begin to fall closed and her body rests against his, he sighs and Gently he begins to softly sing a lullaby.

Its old,older than mankind, older than him.

How old it is? Strife isn't sure. All he knows is that Death sung it to him,and the gunslinger sung it to war,and Now he sings it to this human. Who is unaware of the milenia old culture being imparted upon her right now.

But it does the trick,working like a charm as Angie falls asleep not soon after. He sighs in relief and returns to watch the cityscape for a little.

--Angela...!--Came the voice of the kid's mother,soft as to not wake anyone but loud enough for him to hear. She pushes back her own bed-head, messy blond hair and her green eyes narrow with motherly disdain.

He chuckled and said--Took care of it already,Gabriella.

The older human woman Gently picked up her sleeping kid and sighed--She scared me to the death just now,I woke up and couldn't find her...Thank you,Jones.

Strife shrugged--Jus' doin ma job.

Gabriella nodded with a tired,small smile--Do you want some tea? It's getting cold.

Really? He hasn't noticed.

Well...he does run naturally warm so...no surprise there.

--Sure--He answered,to Keep up appereances mostly but he did enjoy a good cup of tea. --Hey uh- there's probably more supplies now after our last run so...--His request dies on his tongue as shame creeps into his throat.

But the woman's eyes widen with recognition,which confuses him a little--Ah,yeah I'll Check that. First I'm putting this trouble maker to bed and I'll get to your tea

He nodded--Alright

Gabriella walks out,murmuring something about how she "Hopes the tea she makes tastes exactly how he described it". He pays it no mind,Specially as the female maker he had as a companion chuckled and joked--Your big brother instincts came out on that one...

The rider scoffed and rolled his eyes,dismissing her words with a hand gesture. But it's clear from his silence that he's giving her the reason.

And his silence lingers even after he hears the human woman walk into the main chamber of the Maker Tree, her soft steps barely echo even in the graveyard like silence of the world she finds herself in.

--Here...--She said softly,handing Him a mug of brick red,handmade. He can see the small handprints that denote that a human made it.

--Since when do we have mugs?

Gabriella chuckled--I made them

His brows raised with pleaseant surprise--That's really awesome! Where'd you find the clay though?

--Last supply run before the one you did the other day. Ulthane helped me Cook It and glaze it.--She laughed softly--Angie wanted to come with and...

--Let me guess,she toussled 'round in the dirt and mud?--he asked with a Snicker.

--Yup...--Smirked the human.

--Sound's a hell lot like my youngest sibling

He holds the warm cup between his hands,rough and a little scarred. This disguise only reflected his true self,this human visage was covered in scars from battles. And even if nobody could tell what he was in this magic ruse he's concocted, his story still told itself through the little things.

As humans say,the devil's in the details.

--You've never talked about your siblings--Gabrielle noted, a little worried--or you,for that matter. You only mentioned that one anecdote about the tea and--She stopped herself as if she had a spoiled a surprise-- Doesn't matter. Your siblings...Are they okay?

He nodded--Just peachy,trust me. They're hard to kill--He half joked,but then he made a brief and pensive pause. He can see the humans brows arch and her lips purse,so unlike Him to go quiet mid-sentence-- Maybe I'll tel you an' lil' Angie about them some other time,Gabi.

--Of course--the woman smiled with warmth,motherly warmth--I have no doubt they're as resilient,and good, as you are

Within his disguise,he winces.-- we...We aren't good.

--I'm sure you've done your fair share of bad things in these trying times..but your actions now show how far you've come.

He sighed--You know? My youngest brother had said something like that once. --He smirked as he remembered the wild goose chase him and War had been sent on back when they were still chasing Lucifer-- He sat me down at this beautiful, beautiful cliff. We...we had some bad memories attached but we couldnt really leave...

Strife had inherited Death's talent as a storyteller,and hes not surprised to see Gabrielle sit and listen attentively.

--We...we were on a job,we had done a thing there..something I'm not proud of. That we aren't proud of,no matter how much some of us lie to ourselves--He scratched the bridge of his nose anxiously. Unconciously including himself in the fact that he also lied to himself quite a lot-- I had said something bitter about how that place was a testament to our failures

Gabi put a hand on his wrist and squeezed it fondly--D'aw,Jones...

He shook his head--Dont worry,My lil' brother Wa--He stopped himself mid sentence,biting his tongue--Wah- William looked at me in the eye and said "Let this be a reminder of how far we've come, and how much we yet have to achieve" an' lemme tell ya,for a guy built like a brick shit house...well he can be quite insightful

The human woman scoffed--Often the youngest tend to see things in a way us old farts don't-- she half joked,throwing a conspiratorial wink his way as both begin to hear a set of small steps--And speaking of...

Both turn to see Angela run at Jones to give him a tight,loving hug--Goodnight Mr.Jones! Thank you for protecting Us--Then she faced her mother--I know you said I had to sleep but...I didn't want to go to bed without saying goodnight!! He stays up all night to watch over us and...

--Okay,Wee one,y'said yer goodnights,C'mon--The female maker picks up the kid and gestures to the older human woman--You too,Gabi.

Gabriella nodded at her "fellow" human and wished him a calm evening,then she follows the maker into the tree. He's rendered alone,with himself and his thoughts.

Strife scoffs out a chuckle,wind pushing the leaves to rustle Gently and making his ears twitch. Even now,he's alert.

Then he returns to face the sundered city and he tries to push down the wave of feelings that threatens to break on him and drown him in foam. To help combat this,he drinks from the tea that hasn't gone cold given his furnace temperature that he carried.

But it turns out that it only helps to finish forming the tide that was looming over him.

First comes the taste,earthy,spicy,a bit rudimentary. Then,the smell of manually grounded spices and herbs...

His mind flashes to happier times,how he traveled with Death,Back when they were both young and the masacre was ways away in time. It was cold, neither felt it but the gunslinger could see his breath fog in the air.

Death was a complete different person before the erradication,still sharp and deadly but with a soft side reserved to his siblings.

At that time,both took shelter within a cave. He made a little Fire and brewed a batch of tea for both of them, he taught his brother how to make it.

Tasted just like it does now,the flavor swirling in his tongue with pleaseant nostalgia. Didn't he make that same tea for Fury and War when they got back?

Didn't Death ruffle his hair and gave him one of his half-assed compliments?.

It's all so vivid. Those clawy fingers that messed with his locks,that raspy,endeared and endlessly, purely warm tone as he said "For a rascal like you,that's quite a good tea." His gaze was melted honey behind those firey eyes that look so much like the gunslinger's, the slight quirk in his lips back when his face wasn't always covered.

He misses seeing his brother's face,the face he always seeked when he had a bad dream,the face that offered comfort and safety and un-ending love for him and his siblings.

He misses his family.

And finally,the tide breaks to swallow him whole.

Strife,Spirit of timeless unrest,the white rider,horseman, cries. 

[karniss-bg3]

Where do you think Kar’niss got his sword? It’s a very nice sword. Not just some off the rack gear. And named as well—-

*drags palms over face* This effin’ SWOOOORD! It has haunted my nightmares since Kar’niss’ corpse first dumped it into my Tav’s lap. I’ve dug and dug and dug and I’m left with more questions than answers. Knowing my luck there is some obscure text or throwaway dialogue somewhere I’ve missed that might lend me a better clue. Damn you Baldur’s Gate 3, you’re too bloody big.

So, I began to write out this big blob of text going into the history of drow weaponry, hues of metals, in-game model comparisons, the stats on the damn thing, and so forth. I was out here looking like this guy for two hours.

Truth is, it’s really difficult to pinpoint the source of Kar’niss’ weapon. Not because there aren’t clues, but because Larian reuses longsword models so much that looking at the weapon alone isn’t solid enough. I almost came to the conclusion that it was an original drowcraft sword pre-1370’s DR until I discovered another sword model that was identical and not tied to drow at all. That and if it was truly a drowcraft weapon forged via faerzress methods then Larian would’ve changed the rules on how they worked. Which makes sense. It’s a fun bit of lore, but it would be a pain in the ass for a game mechanic. Who wants their badass weapons destroyed or losing all magical abilities when you leave the Underdark?

“ME ME ME,” said no one.

The only thing I can say for certain is that it is a drow forged weapon because it carries a buff that only activates if a drow elf is wielding it. It also seems to be perfect for a drider since it also has ensnaring strands, an attack that does 1d10 slashing damage and possibly enwebs the target. This works in conjunction with the added 1d4 poison damage to restrained targets. The swords description may hold the best clue of its origin:

“The trauma of becoming a drider is quickly set aside with a cold arachnid dispassion. This sword follows that disturbing trend - a replenishing poison gland is built within, deployed only against trapped opponents.”

This description and the name, Cruel Sting, lead me to believe the weapon...was a gift.

Imagine Kar’niss fresh from his transformation. He’s dazed, in pain, lost and alone. He’s been exiled from the only home he’s ever known and has lost favor with the Goddess he’s worshiped from birth. His future is uncertain and how long he has left to live is even less so. His mind is shattered, the incoherent thoughts his only remaining company. He hears frantic footsteps approaching from behind him and his already broken heart shrivels more. His kin have come to finish the job, to put him down, so enraged by the offense he caused Lolth. Weak and struggling to keep himself upright he turns to make a last stand, to show strength in his final moments, to die with some level of honor.

His resolve melts into confusion when he sees who is sprinting toward him. The individual would be unknown to us, but well known to him. A childhood friend? A lover? A confidant? Or perhaps someone he fought alongside faithfully for many years. Regardless of whom has arrived a strong bond is present between them. They approach and peer at what Kar’niss has become. Their face twists, a brief flash of sorrow betraying their features. Yet they cannot let it remain, nor are they able to stay with him for too long. Instead, they unsheathe a sword they brought with them, hurriedly holding it up to Kar’niss. Naturally he flinches at first, expecting the blade to pierce his flesh. The strike never comes, rather the new comer pushes it toward him with urgency, expecting him to take it.

Hesitantly Kar’niss complies, taking the hilt in hand and admiring the beautiful drow craftsmanship. He frowns, his eyes lingering on the one who brought it to him, too stunned to speak.

“It will protect you, Kar’niss,” they said in a hushed tone. “...Goodbye, and good luck.”

Kar’niss could do no more than stand there as their former companion darted off quick as a shot, not willing to run further risk of being seen with the newly transformed abomination. He clutched the sword close to him, the last connection he had to the life he lived before. It would forever act as a reminder of everything he has lost, the cruelest sting of them all.

[crow-raven-crow]

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬)

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Plot: There was always much love to go around when it came to you and your favorite principal - you were always found not far from one another when your relationship started to bloom just months prior. The fondness you had for each other was thrown into the depths only to be built back up time and time again, but maybe there was a fall that you wouldn't be able to come back from. With a new monster on the loose and higher stress levels coming into play, is the bond you have with the woman strong enough to make it out alive? Will you continue to move with the forces or will you say hello to death in the process?

𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

AO3 link in title above ^

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐌𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨: 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞��𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

~ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ~

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𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝:

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬-𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: semi-canon (events are mentioned happening but all characters are alive and/or present), some fluff, slight nsfw, ANGST, betrayal, helplessness, regret, exhaustion, guilt, mental processing, GOOD ENDING (<3)

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬-𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slight nsfw, arguments, acting on anger/emotions, hurt/no comfort (ch.1, ch.2), description of crying, anxiety, snapping, dread, description of pain, blood, description of injury, traumatic event(s), deep wounds, comfort, flashbacks, withholding truth, recover, talks of scars, talks to trauma

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[70swizards]

remus hcs i’m begging

your wish is my command

my remus hcs :)

he’s hyperlexic, he learned to read and talk really really young by copying sounds around him (echolalia) and associating them to the written language

he’s trans :((( it’s one of the many reasons he and reg bonded so well in like third / fourth year (in an au where canon is… well… nothing)

has the worst daddy issues on the planet, like idk but if my dad locked me in a freezer every for hours durinf my most vulnerable nights i’d definitely feel the same-

he wears armbands starting third year and Never takes them off, his excuse being “it’s a fashion statement”

lowk needs glasses but will never fucking admit it or get his eyes checked, he's always Squinting while reading and ends up getting headaches

refuses pain meds because he's built tolerance and is afraid to for other meds

his eyes display so much emotion, and they're often covered by his hair (cute little sandy ringlets) the moment he's sad or embarrassed or uncomfortable you can tell by his eyes

so insecure of his scars he's constantly trying to hide them

when he gets the big scars across his face in fourth year, he stops looking at people while talking, he always finds a way to seem busy or distracted, but he just can't get himself to keep looking, he can't let them stare

his hugs were just as warm as those fucking jumpers he always had on. he Hates physical touch, mostly from trauma, but if you're a close friend and manage to get a hug from him you will become an addict.

he will never buy anything his size, always larger. even if he's constantly wearing a binder, he doesn't think its enough. in summer its oversized tees and armbands, in winter its jumpers

so unnecessarily sarcastic it's hilarious. he will Always have a retort ready, count on it

he's constantly biting his lips and making them bleed, and it gets far worse when he's anxious

uses baby perfume (zwitsal) so he always just smells clean and soapy rather than a signature cologne scent (because transphobic parents and he couldn't ever get himself to put on "feminine" scents, he's cry for hours and have to shower, but could never get cologne, so... middle ground)

he drinks his coffee with so much milk and sugar you quesrion if you could even count it as coffee at that point

adores drinking tea before bed, a habit he built after effie woukd make him her chamomile tea for his stomach aches when he’d stay over in the summer, and irs just so much better in the winter

has so many freckles, like everywhere. thehre so concentrated on his shoulders

cant see himself ever ruining a book by bending its pages and breaking the spine (yes he annotates and people think he’s writing down incredibly intellectual things when most his annotations are just him calling characters gay) but is disappointed when his books don’t look worn out when he’s done reading them

is Always wearing socks, you’ll never catch this man without them, and Yes he sleeps in socks

always wearing a million layers, he gets cold so fast irs hilarious

okay that’s enough for now but i coukd go on forvever istg, so sorry for the late response bht thank you for sending something in! <3

[bookswithsyd]

All the trauma | Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation

One more book down, three more to go in my journey through Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation. I recently wrapped up the second book of the series and I still have so many questions. My opinion of some characters have solidified a bit more, but I still have so much empty space in my timeline.

This book seems broken into two major sections. Exploring and finding the story behind Yi City, and all of the chaos that happens in Golden Carp Tower and finding the head of the corpse.

Having the dynamic duo of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji already established and focusing on the journey of finishing their meat puzzle left such a large possibility of events for this book. This novel had me learning so much more about the characters. Seeing Wei Wuxian’s extreme fear of dogs and Jin Ling’s over-reliance on his spirit dog, Fairy, are examples of how this book expanded on the human side of these cultivators.

With many of the parts of the corpse found, we start the book by wandering into Yi City. A city that is filled with fog, walking corpses, and not a single living soul. Not only is this a dangerous place to be with just Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, but it gets even more stressful when clan juniors are lured to this mysterious city too. I think that the Yi City part of this novel was the most impactful because it is the most I’ve remembered. Wandering into a city that reveals the location of Xue Yang and his terrible history of manipulating Xiao Xingchen, unraveling the awful history that happened during Wei Wuxian’s… time away.

Watching the events playback in real time, seeing how deeply Xiao Xingchen began to care for A-Qing and Xue Yang, it was heartbreaking when it all came to an end. The years of manipulation done by Xue Yang, the who knows how many people he made Xiao Xingchen kill through lies, all of these terrible things that went unnoticed made the reveal of betrayal hurt so much more. The most painful part of this arc was the death of Song Lan. The friend who Xiao Xingchen gave his eyes to, the one who was search for him year after year, to meet an end like that was something that makes your chest hurt. The moment Song Lan finds his long lost friend, Xue Yang cuts out his tongue and Xiao Xingchen kills him thinking that he was a walking corpse.

This section was the heavy, emotional one. Not a lot of positives can be pulled from this arc. But, at least the clan juniors were able to bond through the scary adventure together. But at least there is a little but of reprieve from the tension after the juniors see Lan Wangji drunkenly dragging a bounded Wei Wuxian up the stairs.

Even though the Yi City arc is more memorable for me, I think the next arc was what grabbed me more. When Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji arrive at Golden Carp Tower, a lot more unravels about the past of Mo Xuanyu. Finding out that the man Mo Xuanyu was lusting over was his half brother Jin Guangyao was somehow not the most shocking thing to happen, but it was certainly unexpected. But the most unexpected was the reveal that Jin Guangyao is not the sweet leader many see him as. Having seemingly murdered his own son, dismember Nie Mingjue, and push his own wife to suicide, he somehow is smart enough to sway the public to shift blame.

This novel had a lot of action and a big focus on the past to build up knowledge of the present. I hope that the next novel has more of a focus on Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji because this novel set up a lot of interactions that I want to see built on. I am excited to start book 3 and overall, this was a good set up book to solidify the relationships between a lot of characters.

[jenamonoxide]

My brother's best friend.

The trust was a different level. Not a second thought crossed my mind when letting him in. He was older, wiser, handsome, everything that would never truly end up with someone like me. He towered over me and made me feel worthy. I couldn't wrap my head around why this 34 year old man, who has his life together and stable, would want anything to do with 27 year old me. I'm not done with college. I'm as financially independent as possible with a daughter who keeps me on my toes and constantly on edge. He convinced me that he saw me; behind all of the defenses and rough edges. I gave him all of me...mistake #1.

This was a secret love affair. No one knew. It was filled with excitement, giggles and secret meet ups. Like the movies. But that's all it would be. A movie. A fantasy. But, no happy ending. As soon as I allowed myself to trust him and jump all in...he stepped back and watched me fall. My self-esteem chipped away more and more each day. I started to drown, but I couldn't ask for help or else I'd blow our cover. The one person who should've saved me wouldn't even throw out a life preserver to help me stay afloat. Did he really see who I was? Or did he just see the potential I had to become weak for him? I fell in love with him anyway...mistake #2.

6 months. It took 6 months for my self esteem to completely deteriorate. I spent days wondering what I was doing wrong. I wasn't enough. He drained me. My depression came back. My anxiety had me biting my nails down to the quick. I swallowed my pride. I cried myself to sleep; and not just a few tears. It was the gut wrenching cries that knock the breath out of you because you just want the pain to stop. He built a trauma bond by taking jabs at me that left stings in my self esteem, only for him to pacify me and write it off as a joke. He held my head underwater and gaslit me anytime I finally spoke up from my lungs burning. I never understood his jokes, nor did I ever feel the need to calm down. My feelings were valid. I never laughed. I never calmed down, especially internally. I just kept loving him, and I continued to be a pathological people pleaser. I still continued to accept less than what I deserved...mistake #3.

Now that the rug has been pulled out from under me, the truth did not set me free. I was thrown under the bus and the blame was put on me. It took two to fuck. It took his words and broken promises to make me swoon and fall in love with him. Lastly, It took his actions to break me completely. Everyone wants to move along and forget it happened, but how am I supposed to do that when I am the one who fell in love? There's no moving on in the matter of days. I still have to pick myself up and put the pieces back together. Why isn't he held accountable for how reckless he was with my soul and heart? They were dark grey when he came in, and now they're a black bottomless pit.

Never again.

I will never allow someone to see all the cracks and crevices that define me. They never appreciate who I am as a person. They see my defenses and strength as a challenge. A game. I'm seen as nothing but an ego boost and a temporary use to fill a void. No more. I am done. I'll never be soft again. There is no fight left in me in all aspects. I will allow myself to die in battle before someone takes me away from myself ever again.

[disco-wyrm]

Honestly, only @cipherbunz would know who any of these OCs are, but it looked fun to do :P if you wanna know more about them, feel free to ask, i will gladly wordvomit about them <3

tw: torture, physical & emotional ab*se, mental health issues and death.

1. I don't really have one in particular for this one? If I had to choose, it'd probably be Swan. She's a tough lady, but she's just not built for deserts and hot environments.

2. Nobu, the man doesn't really even notice most of them anyway. Could definitely see him with a couple injuries he hasn't even noticed/doesn't think they're that much of an issue. Downsides of a really good pain tolerance, I guess?

3. Maverick. Hands down, that poor bastard's been through so much lol. His fiancée gets killed by his own father, his clan is destroyed, he gets dragged into TWO wars, experimented on, and then isolates himself because he's afraid of entering cities for reasons he can't even remember. Oh, and Death won't let him die bc Fate told them to for the plot and didn't elaborate on why so he's stuck surviving all of it.

4. Onyx, by his own adopted brother at that. Arcus didn't really take Onyx's (percieved) abandonment of him very well. Both of them need therapy, yeesh...

5. Leo and his crew. They're my world-hopping pirates, and definitely not of their own choice. Leo has sworn to kill whatever fate or god has damned them to getting yoinked into different dimensions, so I should probably watch my back lol

6. Alexei. Man has a while doomed yaoi thing going on with his ex/bestie for the past millennia or so. I guess both being vampires from Shakespearean times in a cyberpunk future equals some kind of trauma bonding? They don't even realize they're still flirting, it's painful to watch, really.

7. Onyx, he's one of my oldest ocs and i love putting my lil guy in Situations.

8. Leo and his crew again, for obvious reasons

9. Aster, by a young water spirit. She healed him, and he helped care for her in return. She then taught him alchemy, something her species knows instinctively via generational memories. He's now one of the best alchemists in the region.

10. Onyx and Maverick. Both killed by family and revived for different reasons. Maverick was bc of the plot, while Onyx was revived bc his s/o made a deal with Death for him. Maverick is in denial about his immortality, while Onyx is completely unaware that he actually died.

11. Winter/Winniel. Poor guy's scared of being even slightly out of line due to the tyrant king of his homeland. And as the royal alchemist, he's pretty close to the king. The king has convinced him so much of his weakness that he doesn't dare consider rebellion, convinced that he stands no chance even though physically he could definitely take him in a fight.

12. Kipp has compartmentalized his trauma and stress from his work, putting on a cheery and almost innocent persona to put his loved ones (and himself) at ease. At this point, he's not really sure which "him" is the real him anymore.

13. Acheron, constantly. It's technically magic tears that leak out no matter what he tries, and occasionally they form into little blob crows. They are his babies and he loves them dearly.

14. I'll pick Juno for this one. He's stuck in a control spell by an evil sorceress, and she usually gets him to kill people she wants to get rid of, or sometimes even people he comes across. He hates the lack of choice, so often he makes the choice to attack them on his own. Not healthy at all, and he'd rather not, but it's the only way he knows to exert control over his life.

15. Usually "comfort after a nightmare" scenarios are my favorite. Once they're calm(er), it's usually a pretty sweet moment. Easily turns to fluff afterwards.

Torturing your ocs ask game :)

(Delightful, I know. But we all do it sometimes)

1. Which of your ocs do you most often imagine sick? In what ways?

2. Which of them do you most imagine injured in other ways?

3. Who do you put through the most emotional turmoil?

4. Which oc has been tortured? Through what means?

5. Which of them has the worst luck?

6. Who goes through the most relationship conflicts? (applies to any relationships)

7. Who do you put most into stressful situations or other drama?

8. Who ends up in survival situations the most? How do they fair in them?

9. Has any of them had to be saved from the brink of death? Were there any consequences after?

10. Has any of them had to be revived / brought back to life? How did this affect them?

11. Who is afraid the most? How does this effect them?

12. What kind of health repercussions has your oc experienced through intense stress? How do they manage them?

13. Who cries the most often? What are the usual causes?

14. How does your oc cope?

15. To cap off what kind of hurt/comfort scenarios do you put your oc in?

This can be about canon story events or simply rotating scenarios for fun!

[ivesambrose]

Pick a picture ♔ 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔠𝔶

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The definition of “Legacy” is something that is passed on. But Legacy can take many forms. A Legacy may be of one's faith, ethics and core values… A Legacy may be monetary or your assets… A Legacy may come from one's character, reputation and the life you lead – setting an example for others and to guide their futures.

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You'll be known for the bonds you've built and cultivated.

For some this can manifest as a love story or relationship that sets an example or standard for others. That despite distance or inherent differences or your past how you showed up for each other and how you treated one another whether it lasted or not.

You'll leave behind a community that feels like a safe haven to a lot of people.

Some of you may have a legacy of a healthy loving family with strong values and morals. You've chosen not to pass down the pain or trauma you've endured or been projected upon and decided to break the cycle instead.

You may also make a shelter or donate to them or start a business or community that grows bigger with time that encourages people to freely express themselves or experiment with things that haven't been done before.

You're a humanitarian at heart even if there are days you don't see the humanity in people.

You will inspire others to break cycles that are detrimental to them.

Your energy is very encouraging and kind yet creative and prone to discovering new things, always seeking to find the silver lining in the worst situations. You do have excellent foresight and try not to get swayed by the doom and gloom surrounding the world. You seek to bring at least one, however small hopeful and beautiful thing into this world and you will succeed in the same.

Picture 2

Wealth and power. Lot of it.

I believe this is my saturn in aquarius group or saturn and/or jupiter dominant group.

You have endured a lot in your life so far, it may feel like you're centuries old inside a tiny body sometimes.

You'll be known for something no one or very few have done. I believe you'll pave the way for others.

Your mind and your subconscious is the most powerful asset you have. Use it well.

You'll have success in foreign lands.

Your wealth and sucess will be accumulated over time. So you might be a late bloomer but this will be to your advantage.

You'll be known for your wisdom, discipline, eccentricity, experimental, optimistic and diverse nature.

Quite a lot of people will look up to you even though you'll prefer to live a life of privacy.

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You'll be known for your words and the way you've healed people through your gifts.

Perhaps you're mercury or water dominant?

Your art, your idealism, your vision, the way you romanticise your life and seek out your dreams.

You also know how to express pain, grief and disappointment in ways that gives others a chance to relate and heal.

I see you perfecting something overtime or getting stronger with what you already possess.

You'll likely have a victory you'll feel guilty over but soon learn to forgive yourself for and realize that you deserve good things too without harshly judging yourself for it.

Some of you may be singers, actors, cinematographers, visual artists, painters, psychics, healers, physicians, therapists etc

You'll be a muse and mystery to others like they haven't comprehended your true essence or your heart but will always remember your beauty, compassion and the way your words or your presence has impacted them.

I feel a lot of people might see you as illusive and unattainable or a complete mystic and some will see you rather motherly regardless of gender, intuitive and extremely intelligent. Someone ahead of their time.

[angelvibezluv]

Sun - Pluto harsh aspects

Conjunction, square, opposition

T/W: may bring up past trauma, short mention of abuse.

So after I had my mini identity crises💀 I suddenly realized that I have Sun square Pluto. So I decided to impulsively write about Sun harshly aspecting Pluto in the natal chart. This goes for conjunction, square and opposition. So I’m very sorry, this post won’t be for everyone. Most of my focus will be on the struggles of having these aspects.

Sun to Pluto

These aspects bring rather harsh and painful experiences. But in general natives with Sun to Pluto will often experience feelings of guilt, shame and not belonging. They were often taken control of or handled aggressively by one or both parents. Which creates issues with their bond, especially with the father. The father could be domineering or somewhat of a control freak. I learned that the family could also be filled with some degree of hatred, rumours and could be very secretive. If they are able to push through their experiences they become strong and powerful individuals with the need to help and protect others. They are decisive and make great leaders that radiate confidence. Others have much respect for them. With the potential to inspire an entire crowd of people they bring change wherever they go. They must learn to embrace these amazing traits of theirs but must also learn not to abuse their power. A walking anomaly. Very alluring. Intimidating. Sexy. Intense and magnetic.

Sun conjunct Pluto

These are the individuals with a strong personality. Ambitious and goal oriented. May hide their intensity in fear of overwhelming others. Must learn to get rid of their fear of digging deep inside themselves. There will be lots of self discovery and soul searching. Will take things harder than others because of the unconscious desire to dramatically grow and transform through every experience. High self awareness which makes them sure of themselves and sure what they want. Won’t settle for less. There can be struggles with taking their power back after constantly being put into fear and being controlled. Strongly impacts others with their action whether they intended to or not. If the aspect is tight enough their actions will be extremely influential and evolutionary. Others feel this sense of intimidation because they're not easily persuaded. They usually have or will have to develop much respect for themselves and their privacy. This will make it hard for others to manipulate them. Especially when it comes to their boundaries. Seeing the true intentions others have easily. The “Can you handle me” type. You can see the wars they’ve been through in their eyes and by the way they carry themselves. Very protective of themselves. Everyone seems to always want a piece of them. They have a very mysterious and magnetic presence/ look in their eyes. Because of this others will have this strong desire to get close to them in an attempts to figure them out. Other times their mysterious presences may cause them to be accused of things they didnt do.

Sun square Pluto

Similar to Sun conjunct Pluto these individuals will have a very determined and strong personality. It makes one extremely passionate and intimate. They are very passionate about their creative endeavours and dangerously protective over their loved ones. So much so that they have the tendency to overwhelm others with their passion and protective nature. They will go through destruction and building themselves up until a brand new image has been created. Constant changes with how they want to be perceived by others. Renewing themselves often. Confliction with the ego and confidence. So there can be a fear of expressing or revealing too much of their personality. Struggles with releasing bad habits and built up anger. They often go through inner tension and constant battles with regaining control over themselves. Therefore these individuals oftentimes clash with those who try to dominate them as they tend to be the dominant ones themselves. Their competitive nature usually leads to power and control issues. There can be a strong mistrust in others and they may fear when things go too well for them. This because they often experience major and unexpected changes in their life. These individuals become natural healers and will always want to aid their loved ones through difficult times. Through helping others they develop a better understanding of themselves. This brings them joy and a sense of fulfillment. Similar to Sun conjunct Pluto they will enjoy being a mystery to others.

Sun opposite Pluto

A very private person that tries their best to keep a perfect image of themselves. But if expectations seem to be too high for them, they tend to self-destruct and can fall back into self sabotaging habits. Not the type to be so welcoming of change and transformation. There is this constant fear of losing things most important in their life which may create abandonment issues. This can create a very stubborn personality since change and imperfection is something that is constantly being avoided by these individuals. Pluto will bring change into these individuals lives if they themselves haven’t taken the initiative to change. And that’s not something you want. With losing balance in their life they gain strength if they're is able to overcome these imbalances. There can be difficulties with spite, jealousy, ruthlessness, rage and projecting their fears onto others. Pluto being a generational planet, these individuals beliefs may also differ from the rest forcing them to become outcasted.

Alright well that’s all I could come up with right now. Let me know your thoughts, especially if you have any of these <3

[murdererofthumbs]

It’s interesting how this season kinda built up to Roman ultimately falling apart. Not in the same way that Kendall did, we saw Kendall drowning for more than two seasons now, there was visceral chain of events to his behaviour. I feel like this whole season Roman was slowly going towards the high that came from Logan’s approval, maybe for the first time feeling like a number 1 child, with Shiv failing to assert her position, and Kendall blowing up his own path, excluded from family’s inner circle. Roman was always the weakest link, always the one that needed supervision or training, who needed to be scolded and controlled to not fuck up the deal. But everything suddenly flipped and he was making deal, after deal, after deal bringing more people to Logan’s table and he could feel the approval, the supposed love; he was finally trusted, seen. He was flying so close to the sun, he mistook burning for warmth.

But as he was closing in on his position, he also became more boastful, arrogant, his jokes nastier and more cutting. Not to mention the level of incest and sexual jokes. It felt like he was trying to absorb all the attention that he could, positive or not, and finally scream that he wins, that in the end this moron, weakest dog is closer to the top that any of siblings could ever imagine. I feel like the amount of delusion that he was showing was painfully visible both to the viewers, but also other characters; Kendall repeating to him “You are not a real person”. I think he wasn’t, and it started to slowly pour out, the moment he slipped, the moment his arrogance took control, and he stopped being cautious. One misstep and it was enough for Logan to be sure that Roman is still nothing more than a little pervert, and a good attack dog to use to his advantage. But not the heir.

So him starting to show more and more emotions towards the end of 3x09 was literally him falling down the sky. Bargaining his love for Logan, pleading, trying to use something that he always hoped was there, that all this abuse, and humiliation, and pain had some reason, was coming from some place of care. But it wasn’t , it never did, and apart from losing 3 people that he stupidity cared about so much, he also lost his goal that was driving him for years. He lost the illusion that he used like a shield, treated like a smoke mirror against the truth. And both Shiv and Kendall, and even Connor already understood that truth, they already made peace with it, but Roman never did, it never occurred to him. He was used and abused by Logan, but he was also taught that loyal dog comes back, that there will be consequences otherwise, that he will feel cold without the approval that Logan could give. Trauma bonding and emotional dependence on someone who sees emotions as weakness.

I saw someone writing about how Roman had to stifle these emotions, while also being probably the most sensitive out of all Roy’s. Had to push it down and reconfigure his whole persona to fit into Logan’s vision, to be more like him. But it was never meant to stay for long, it never did. So seeing him finally break down a bit was almost cathartic, like it was long time coming, and he had to finally hit the ground, like all his siblings did, going over their heads and trying to measure to the sun.

[witchthewriter]

Hi!! Here for the matchups!!

Level: 3

Fandoms: Stranger Things, Marvel and The Umbrella Academy.

Energetic af, also depressed?? My counsellor says I always look sad and unhappy, even angry sometimes. Um, smart but dense. Quite dirty minded at times. Lots of anger issues. Music tastes be random. (I love Metal and Rock, but got a small spot for sad/good hearted messages like Alamo, devil town, etc. and just random over songs too.)

Pansexual, she/her, absolutely love my birds (I got 2) and my dog sadie, only got like 1 friends, I shoot boxes in my backyard with a bow and arrow. Im a self taught skater (since I was 7-). I also own heelies. I hate drama, yet always get dragged into it. (I get into a lot of (physical) fights at school.)

Do not like my mom is putting it lightly. (Lots of mommy issues over here.) Have a randomly high pain tolerance. I laugh at pain, to make it worse? I built my my own treehouse?? I mean, my dad helped me take the crates apart for the wood but everything else was up to me. I can sew? Currently learning to crochet. LOVE Ghostbusters.

Ginger, white, lots of freckles, face, arms, shoulders and even a few on my lips. Greenish/blue eyes. Short mid neck-shoulder hair. All over the place nest of hair. Thick thighs and a little chubby. I weigh around 65kgs, which is 143 in pounds.

This got very long, lol

Thank you I’m advance!!

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Um okay I absolutely love your introductory sentence. "Energetic af, also depressed?? My counsellor says I always look sad and unhappy." ITS A VIBE. I too look like I've stepped on a bee and hate everyone.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

She was the first person who popped in my head when I read your message. She would absolutely love that you have such a twisted outlook on the world, and find solace in your trauma. She feels seen with you, and you bond so fiercely. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Sitting around her bedroom, talking about the most randomest topics because conversation is so easy. There’s nothing taboo or inappropriate with Robin. She loves talking about fricken EVERYTHING

・”Wanna go annoy Steve?” “Fck Yeah”

・ice cream ice cream ice cream ice cream!!!!!!!!!!!! she always wants to go get ice cream and usually ends up dripping it on herself 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

↬ Rebel Yell by Billy Idol

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

↬ Similar Personalities 

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Bucky Barnes. I think he scares a lot of people off eventually because of his grumpy moods. But you found it endearing. He knows he can open up to you, and you can do the same with him. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Bucky LOVES banter. When you guys first met, he said a few comments and thought in his head, “shit, they probably freaked ‘em out” but you gave it right back

・You like to show him stuff he’s missed out on. His favourite things that you’ve introduced him to are Ghostbusters and croqueting

・Will pick you up and throw you over his shoulder...

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

↬ Black Dog by Led Zepplin

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

↬ Initially Distant But Mutual Yearning

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Klaus Hargreeves! I think he would find a way to make you smile. Your mind seems to quiet whenever Klaus is around, he has this ability to make all issues seem small. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Loves to read to you, and not only books. He’ll just start reading things out loud and getting sad when you aren’t listening to him 

・Likes the sound of you laugh, and will do anything to hear it

・Petnames are absolutely ridiculous: “sugar pie”, “sweet cheeks,” “giggle-gurt”, “honey-pie” 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

↬ From Ritz To Rubble by Arctic Monkeys

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

↬ Tragic Past x Ray of Light (works both ways!)

[oraclekleo]

@the-wordis-bird + Bang Chan (Stray Kids) - The Path of the Dragon - Relationship Progress ver. Couple Reading

Disclaimer:

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If you can’t wait, please, seek other tarot reader

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: @the-wordis-bird

Deck: Dark Mansion Tarot

Spread: The Path of the Dragon - Relationship Progress ver.

Questions:

The Offering (First Meeting)

The Sacrifice (Dating)

The Fox (Kissing)

The Punishment (Making Out)

The Purifying Fire (First Night) 

The Death (Sexual Chemistry)

The Dragon (Wedding)

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Christopher Bang

Stage Name: Bang Chan

Group: Stray Kids

DOB: 03.10.1997

Sun Sign: Libra

Chinese Sign: Fire Ox

Life Path Number: 3

Masterpost: Stray Kids

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@the-wordis-bird + Bang Chan

Christopher Bang

Bang Chan (Stray Kids)

Deck: Dark Mansion Tarot

Spread: The Path of the Dragon - Relationship Progress ver.

The Offering (First Meeting) [14] - Knight of Wands

Your first meeting comes out of the blue, you might literally crush into each other. It’s likely for the two of you to meet through actual collision, maybe on the street or you both bend to pick something up and crash your heads. The important thing here is that you both will laugh it off and start talking like you knew each other for ages.

The Sacrifice (Dating) [42] - 0 The Fool

Dating Bang Chan is likely to be the happiest time of your life. You would feel refreshed, renewed, like a new born child with him again. Any weights, harms, traumas you gathered over the years will be forgotten and pushed aside by the pure and carefree joy. Bang Chan inspires you to be more open, adventurous, courageous and to have fun in life. He’s your happy pill, the sunshine of your days. He knows how to elevate the dark clouds surrounding you and make you act goofy and silly.

The Fox (Kissing) [48] - Queen of Swords

While your everyday activities are all fun and games, intimacy is something you both take very seriously. Kissing with Bang Chan might feel a bit impersonal and distant at first. None of you want to rush it and so you might be a bit reserved in the beginning. You simply want to do this right, take it slow and get to know each other on a more intimate level before you let the flames burn high.

The Punishment (Making Out) [21] - 9 of Wands

So you have explored and studied each other through kissing and built a deep rooted bond, well done. Now when you feel more comfortable, you actually become hurricanes of passion clashing. You are likely to challenge each other during make outs, trying to win over each other. Both of you want to be on top and so your make outs can look like play fights.

The Purifying Fire (First Night) [44] - XVII The Star

Bang Chan is your light in the darkness and guiding star. And it applies to your first night spent together as well. It’s likely to be one of those romantic blissful moments you experience all the time with him, only at that moment, you realise how special and important he has become for you. And your kisses become more meaningful and you both naturally decide that this is the night without saying a single word (unless he demands your spoken consent). Afterwards you feel peace in your mind and soul like you have never felt before.

The Death (Sexual Chemistry) [56] - Queen of Pentacles

You both deeply care for each other. You pamper and spoil each other and always check on each other’s health and feelings because you are both a bit motherly when it comes to your relationship. It can go as far as transmission - when Chan kicks his thumb, your own thumb will hurt as well. You feel each other’s joy and pain like if you were one creature living in two bodies.

The Dragon (Wedding) [75] - Queen of Cups

If you ever meet, it’s actually very likely your path will lead towards marriage. You feel so deeply in love and such a powerful bond that you can’t simply imagine being apart. The wedding would probably become the most romantic event of your lives, it’s very possible you would get married near a body of water. If the beach seems too cliché to you, you could consider a wedding by waterfall, mountain lake, river bank or in Venice!

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[luckyspacerabbit]

drell diaspora meta <3

as told by me! a mixed diasporic chindo (chinese-indonesian) :)

preface: bioware failed to flesh out Drell culture and heritage to my satisfaction so I wrote this meta for both my personal reference and because I wanted to represent Thane and Drell as people who suffer from a history that invokes parallels between real world colonization/imperialism, as well as portray his personal conflict with this accurately because it's very painful and I think gets naturally overlooked by people who lack this background!

Contents:

The Family Unit

Food

Music

Customs

Hanar Intervention (honestly read this bc I think it's the most important section!!)

1. The Family Unit

Size: They're small by necessity: as in there is no room on Kahje to support. This is a bit of a complicated topic. Drell families are likely to lose their children to the Compact giving them incentive to have more than one or two but it’s probably very expensive to provide for them. I can see a lot of cultural tension here. There are pressures in either direction. There's a lot of sadness too. It makes every child extremely precious.

Values: Independence is an important quality-- but not to a fault! Because family units can be taken apart at any time, being able to take care of yourself is a survival skill. In addition, spiritedness is a closely held value-- To make up for the loss of large family trees and ability to be in close quarters (due to the constant coming and going of family members) it becomes very important to showcase your passion-- whether to each other or about any matter of things in life. Overall, spiritedness is most important! caring and wanting to improve upon yourself as well as self-discipline and hard work.

A.N: Probably because, as evidenced by Thane’s dialogue, they've come to view what happened on Rakhana as like, self-inflicted or weak of spirit ( :( this has me extremely messed up. The whole situation is based on Colonialist propaganda honestly so this conflict to me is so personal and painful to watch in real-time because you can see it very plainly in Thane and you can tell he carries that generational trauma)

Carrying on: The ability to be vulnerable is not as important as the ability to show that you care, which can come from action or words, but usually, this means vulnerability and passion go hand in hand. Finally, homecoming is very important. Everyone is so scattered all over the galaxy, time together is time that counts. Bonding circles (An old tradition) have become “Bonds,” a colloquial name for annual family gatherings.

Read on Under The Cut <3

2. Food

Drell are born with a full set of teeth but they can’t be that tough yet. There must be specific dishes for each age to celebrate. That means as they age, softer meats-> harder foods are part of a traditional practice to track development! (Age 1 Birthday Food: Beetle Based Dish, so on till age 16/17)

Rakhana Diet: I also think that on Rakhana insects would have been popular! Because it’s an arid world and it would have been a very nutritious and accessible source of protein. It also strikes me that their recipes may have been very paste-based because it’s an easy way to flavor things when food is scarce! Also, paste flavoring like sambal (spicy chili). Other Foods:

Eggs? Eggs. It’s just a lizard thing but also! Really simple and easy to make.

Desert fruit! Water-based fruits that are similar to cantaloupe and citrusy things like calamansi.

On Kahje: Their diet must have to shift, so lucky they’re omnivorous.

Probably fish. Likely the main source of protein there.

This is off topic but I think that eating kelp runs as a joke for Drell on Kahje because of the similarities between their colors and striping. I don’t know what kind of joke. But I wonder if Drell teens will order fried kelp and point at each other like “cannibal”

Sauce…………. Dark sauces…...

You can tell the difference between a Kahje Drell and a Rakhana Drell (If they are still in existence? Most likely but very hard to find) based on their fish opinions

Raw fish consumption is normal on Kahje but Drell are not technically “built” for that diet so they may get sick with overconsumption! It must be well cooked to avoid illness.

3. Music

There's a natural inclination to communicate verbally due to their distinct biology.

Drell anatomy (throat) allows for unique sounds and trills

Highly present in language and utilized in music (On Rhakana there were probably dialects that incorporated certain clicks and trills as part of the “alphabet” just like irl, but I imagine those that can still speak it are very limited and it must be passed down or retaught through preservation efforts)

Rhythmic dance and music to tell stories and legends! Especially of great creatures that transcended into infamy. Like a big old serpent that through storytelling became a mythical dragon type of thing.

Clothing/Robes, loose-fitting and comfortable to work in Arid environments and allow for movement (tight ass clothes not the norm ashdjfk esp for dancing, Thane’s just a career man who thinks he looks good and he lived on Kahje so--)

4. Customs

The Pursuit of Life a.k.a Perah (I made this term up)

It's a cultural value centered around making the most of life through boldness. Seizing the moment because not every Drell gets the opportunity to call their life their own— this is in reference to both the compact and the death of Rakhana. Therefore if you ARE lucky enough to have ownership over your own life, you must not squander it. There are a number of purposeful benefits to Perah, such as:

Leading Drell off of Kahje (avoiding Kepral’s)

Giving Drell an “Adventurous” reputation due to far journeying and mixed work

A lot of Drell are able to form community ties outside of the home due to this norm! Because a lot of them have long and wide and journeys across the galaxy to share with each other and cultural commonality, they have an immediate kinship with each Drell they meet.

Puppetry/Masks

The Drell face is shaped like a mask so it only makes me think there must be culture-specific dances or plays utilizing masks in order to tell traditional stories and celebrate moments of life

There seems to be a lot of reverence and appreciation for the different and diverse, including animals and other species, leading me to believe that there are masks based on different creatures!

5. Hanar Intervention

Loss of Population: Effects

Destruction of the family unit, disjointed/fractured because of the Compact and limited living space on Kahje

Death of Rakhana leaving entire generations and specific regions behind, permanent severing between sects of Drell society

That means the inability to read certain texts as well as languages dying off between generations.

The disappearance of traditions, including many religions

Loss of understanding of Drell language and terminology

A.N: Thane is a rare case with access to high reading material and close ties to “hidden” communities/pockets of people; Most Drell do not know the meaning of Siha due to Hanar assimilating via Enkindlers

Most also do not know about traditional religion! I imagine these pockets must be so small. Thane probably had to work very hard to recover this knowledge which goes to show his complex relationship with his heritage.

It’s likely that there are factions of Drell who attempt to preserve and celebrate their culture despite being uprooted.

Possible rebellions/isolationists who reject the Compact which has mixed reactions by the majority of Drell community, not limited to shunning and disownment (:/ bc these things are sadly complicated)

A.N: Thane comments that it's an honor to fulfill the compact, which naturally implies it's shame to reject it. Let your imagination on the consequences of that rejection sink in.

A misconception is that Drell like to adopt whatever culture they live in but it's more like most of them lack the access to return and reclaim their own roots or have been shamed out of it