#a tempermental wife

[friendlessghoul]

Newlyweds----John Emerson, well known director in the background, and Mrs. John Emerson, formerly Anita Loos, "master of the sub-title" in the foreground. On the left is Constance Talmadge who will be starred in an Emerson-Loos production "A Temperamental Wife," to be distributed by First National Exhibitors' Circuit. Norma Talmadge, who will soon be starred in a series of First National releases is the lady on the right.

[fiftysevenacademics]

I wish I could share how heavenly the pink rose on top smells! The other two are those tiny roses you get for $6 or something at the supermarket, and then they usually die about a week after you get them home. I got the yellow one in 2021 and the variegated red and white one just last December. They both nearly died from powdery mildew or something this spring. I had to cut them completely back down to nubs and douse them with copper-based antifungal constantly, and they somehow came back.

[sidsinning]

Thinking about the parallels between Alastor and Lucifer

Lucifer is a total goober who basically wears his heart on his sleeve. The best mask he can muster up is awkwardly trying to interact with Charlie's friends after being isolated for so long.

He has no need to put on an intimidating facade bc he is so ridiculously powerful he doesn't need to fear anything. What scares him is the loss of the relationship with his family, bc that is something that has nothing to do with his power or rank. It's something he has to repair on his own. His wife and daughter are what he holds dear, so he doesn't care about his reputation being good or bad in the end, at least in terms of being Hell's ruler.

He comes off as fumbling and cute which is why when he finally unleashes his power it is so shocking

Meanwhile Alastor

He is someone who quite literally never stops wearing a smile no matter what situation he is in

He wants everyone to know he is someone to fear, someone to never mess with, someone who is always in control of whatever situation he is in. He is always elegant, precise, and composed- when he's not going on some kind of demonic rampage ofc

He puts this intimidating mask on bc he is actually very aware of how weak he is despite his power as an Overlord. He has something to fear. He has an image he needs to project onto others so no one thinks they can mess with him. He LOVES showing off how badass and powerful he is

He comes off as an insanely overpowered, incredibly intelligent being who can never be bested.

-When really he is actually arrogant to the point of nearly causing his own death (bc he wanted to show off his power to Adam without the help of an angelic weapon), insecure whenever he isn't the strongest being in the room, incredibly tempermental when anyone tries to belittle him, and overall barely keeping it together at his worst.

Both characters are very fascinating to compare after their rivalry in Dad Beat Dad bc of their relationships with Charlie.

Alastor and Charlie are far from friends, with Alastor being quite blunt in his flippant intentions with helping her in the first place- and yet she finds him reliable and a good mentor in his own way? He sets out to do what he promised which is helping her with maintaining her hotel and guiding her spiritually throughout the process. He doesn't believe in redemption, but if Charlie wants to try a method out he will not sabotage her and legitimately sees it through. He will give her good advice and connections so she can accomplish her goals, especially during the finale episodes.

Meanwhile her own dad, due to his own mental health reasons, has not been there for her for this whole endeavor. He can't talk to her easily, doesn't help her in the way she asked, doesn't believe in her, and does nothing but talk down on her dreams, saying they aren't worth the effort bc of his own attempts in the past at the same thing. But despite all this, unlike Alastor, his immense love and affection for her are limitless and true. He legitimately wants to be there for her, but isn't. Not until the end of the episode where he still doesn't exactly believe in her dreams of redemption, but he sits back and helps her in any way he can- like Alastor has been doing

Both seem to have something the other envies

Alastor wants to be untouchable and all powerful like Lucifer

While Lucifer very obviously wants to reclaim the fatherly position in Charlie's life away from Alastor

By the end of the finale he definitely has lol, but Alastor is still stuck in turmoil over this mysterious deal that is restricting him in some way

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

For funsies, do you have thoughts about what pokemon each Cullen would be most likely to have? Like idk why but I picture Emmett with a Growlithe

I swear to god I had answered this somewhere but since I can't find it, I doubt others can find it.

Let's do it.

Alice

Per the Pokemon universe, Alice is very clearly a psychic and while a powerful one is more or less bog-standard and less terrifying than Sabrina.

I imagine Alice would have a Kadabra and they would have great fun together as Alice communicates for them and uses them to teleport her places she wishes to go.

Bella

Bella has an Eevee, not only is it appropriately normal/non-interesting looking but it's very vulnerable looking, weak compared to its potential evolutionary forms, and has that evolutionary potential to become almost anything for all Bella wouldn't really recognize that fact.

She'd love Eevee because it's a normal type, just like her, because Bella is so normal it hurts.

"Bella, that means only fighting types are super effective against you"

"I am so average."

Carlisle

Carlisle has a Chansey that becomes a Blissey that is his wife Esme. See, Carlisle was working at a Pokemon Center (as one does) and one day came in a tragic Chansey that had had to run away from its trainer and in the process lost its egg.

Everyone had given up on Chansey and Carlisle, cursing himself for being a vampire and probably terrifying the life out of her, ends up taking her home.

Chansey thrives in her new environment and, as all Chansey do, becomes progressively weird the more happy she is. Chansey evolves into a Blissey, a creature that will run at lightening speeds to offer you an egg in your time of need.

It is accepted in the Cullen household that Esme the Blissey is the Cullen mom. It's so accepted, they forget it's weird.

Bella comes to their house and Edward promises she'll love his mother.

Who is his mother?

The Blissey making Italian food in the kitchen because Isaballa is Italian right? (Despite Blissey only saying "Blissey" the plot does not change at all and Bella just assumes that when Blissey goes on a long chirping rant to her it's about how great Edward is.

Yeah, Edward must be her favorite blood sucking child.)

Edward

Edward doesn't have a pokemon.

This is because as a vampire he didn't want to corrupt a good, benign, pokemon with his presence (only the fact that Carlisle and Esme are so pure prevents him from feeling too terrible about Esme). So, Edward wants to gravitate towards more... ah... let's call them tempermental pokemon such as Gengar.

However, Edward doesn't actually want a Gengar, as he wants to be a good person worthy of the world, and a Gengar also doesn't want him for that same reason.

When he meets Bella, there's a dramatic moment where she helps him accept that he too can have a pokemon like a real boy. As Bella tells him what to get, and he wants to impress her, I imagine he gets a Dragonair as it's so beautiful and elegant, just like Bella thinks Edward is (he's never allowed to evolve it into a herp de derp Dragonite).

Emmett

Growlithe and Arcanine in the pokemon world I think are a little too associated with duty/law enforcement to quite be Emmett's thing. Growlithes, while dogs, are very much watch dogs and have a steadfast seriousness when it comes to protection/the law or what have you.

I'm really struggling with him, actually.

I'm going to go with Aipom, good natured but extremely mischievous (and perhaps a little short sighted) who love to live in groups and are just looking for a good time.

Emmett would think his Aipom is the shit.

Emmett also has a Magikarp because he thinks it's hilarious. Its name is Splash. He will never ever trade it.

Esme

Esme is a Blissey. See above.

Though, a happy (but weird), day might come about when coming back from doing the shopping (which Blissey happily does now without having to worry about eating people even if the towns people of Poke Forks are a little surprised that the Blissey is just out there shopping... alone... or going to parent teacher conferences and just... acting like people) and what do you know there's an egg.

"This is our egg, Carlisle" Esme the Blissey clearly pantomimes.

"Sure," is what Carlisle says because he doesn't want to disagree (and pokemon work in mysterious ways) but he did not do the thing that you know humans do to procreate.

Anyways, point being, Esme at one point might have a little Happiny.

Rosalie looks on it with envy because while she adores Esme, EsMe CaN HaVE ChiLDrEN anD isN't a VAmPIrE.

Jasper

Jasper has a Houndoom from his glory days at war. He tries to tell people it's not a Balrog.

Jasper is wrong, it is a Balrog.

Renesmee

There's a story here.

There is great debate over what pokemon Renemsee should get as it should be as special and wonderful as she is. Edward wants to give he ran Eevee, like her mother (Bella's Eevee having since evolved into some state Bella thinks is more cool/better) and for the symbolism of potential and growth that Eevees represent.

Bella wants to give her daughter a Dratini, something that will grow up to be beautiful and elegant and otherworldly (and never a Dragonite, never, it will only stay a Dratini).

Esme of course offers her beloved daughter Happiny (but isn't that your child Esme???) as well as an egg in Renesmee's time of need.

Alice wants her with something adorable like a Pichu, Azumarill, or what have you. It will look great in pictures. And must never ever be allowed to evolve.

Emmett wants to give her a Magikarp which they will name "Splash Two" or "Splashnesmee".

Jacob, of course, wants to give Renesmee a Mightyena because it's a wolf. "It will eat her face, Jacob" Bella does not want to do this even if she admits the symbolism is touching.

In all the bickering, Renesmee stumbles across a Cleffa (stumble being that a spaceship arrived and hit her in the face). Cleffa, being extremely rare and alien, is not recognized by the Cullens who stare and wonder "what is that thing".

Alice supposes it's cute, if not what she had in mind, she can work with this. Bella, Edward, and Jacob are all still upset and trying to get Renesmee to give the thing to Esme to raise so she can have their pokemon instead.

Renesmee ends up with all the pokemon, but does not get rid of Cleffa.

Rosalie

I actually put Rosalie as having a Chikorita. Chikoritas are steadfast, loyal to those they love, as well as courageous. While a Vulpix and Ninetales would appeal to Rosalie's aesthetics, being incredibly beautiful, Chikorita would have all the qualities she'd look for in a friend/partner that is a Pokemon while also being able to be nurturing/help with chores and things (via the use of helpful vines versus well fire balls).

[darkestspring]

maegara gives off vibes of being a big sweet candy, it's as if he wanted to constantly squeeze her cheeks and give him little caresses on the head. maybe she is a bit naive with her surroundings and she always wants to see the good in others (this is the great karma of daemon).

maegara: DAD, AEMOND INVITED ME TO RIDE HIS DRAGON.

daemon has the eerie feeling that aemond wasn't talking about vhagar.

maegara is the definition of sunshine child, she's so bright and happy, she's a bit naive of the world being that she's heavily protected by not only daemon and rhaenyra but also baela and rhaena.

she's sweet, she's pretty, she's kind and she has a very tempermental dragon. what's not to love about her? she chooses to see the good in others. no matter what they whisper about alicent, about aegon and aemond, about rhaenyra and even her father, she gives them the benefit of the doubt because she loves them so much.

daemon definitely hates all of her suitors, no matter who they are. while rhaenyra prefers jace for her, daemon hates ALL of maegara's suitors. no matter is it's his nephews or even his stepson. so daemon definitely hates aemond and how much that boy obsesses over making maegara his wife.

daemon will never let it happen.

[dipolardruid]

OKAY SO IN THIS PART WHERE IT SAYS “As a way to take steps to get to see you again she's doing everything the courts have required her to do” WHERE IT MENTIONS BIO-MOM.. what would happen when reader and bio-mom start to spend time with each other again? But i mostly want to see when bio-mom and Yan!step mom finally meet. And how bio-mom acts since she doesn’t know about step-mom -🌊 anon

TW: Implied murder/Violence, Manipulation towards reader.

Things would get complicated especially with your father.

He never once ever said anything bad about your mother, he always praised how good of a mother she was too you, what he failed to also do was prepare you for the consequences of not telling you.

Ultimately it was bound to happen the paper being handed to your father saying your mother wants 50/50 or full custody, During that time you've seen your father more tempermental, more anxious, biting his nails more even Betra seemed more tense than usual.

You still being oblivious to everything went about your business until you received a message from your mother from there you'd message back in excitement to finally hear from her again.

Of course you told your father about it, once you did however you noticed how his face seemed to drop and pale at the mention of this his eyes becoming teary, Yet he never told you to stop and encouraged you to keep in contact with her.

In which Betra was less then pleased to hear about but tried to talk to your father about it not being a good idea, it would fall on deaf ears as he insisted that it would be best for you to have your mother in your life so Betra and him went on as normally as they could throught the months.

The courts would ultimately reject her want for 50/50 custody and full custody and would instead do with supervised visitation in which your father would pay an agency to keep watch during those times.

At first everything was tense your father seemed to avoid eye contact, Betra seemed to always be annoyed and your mother very happy, happier then you've ever seen her, she never asked about about your father she only seemed interested in you.

That was until you mentioned Betra for the first time.

"Who's Betra?" Your mother asks making eye contact with you, "Dads wife." This seems to take your mother completely off guard seeing as she blinks and shakes her head leaning her head slightly.

"She lives with you and your father?" Her voice seems to raise a tiny bit her mood seeming to change from her usual smile.

"Yes...." you say with hesitation she seems give restrained laugh as she scratches the side of her nose putting her left hand on her hip "Do you call her mom?" She now looks very displeased at even having to ask that but before you can answer the one who is supervising the visit jumps into the conversation stopping your mother from asking you anything else.

After that you noticed how your mother brought you more gifts, became more affectionate and talkative even through messages she apologized about what happened and went on as normal but everything would go downhill the day Betra and your mother would meet face to face a month later after your mother was deemed fit for unsupervised visits.

Because of this you would at times crash into your mom when you went out to the store or went to hang around friends, unfortunately this time you were with Betra and right at the moment when she gave you a side hug you heard your mother.

Of course hearing her voice you turned your head only to see her eyeing Betra "who are you with?" Feeling reluctant to answer Betra takes the lead for you "I'm Betra, I'm sure you are aware of that." Almost immediately you see your mother tense up and her face become red as you see her jaw clench.

That encounter would almost end in a fight had it not been for your mother stopping when realising you would not want to see her again that she finally decided to back down and left practically stomping on the way to the Exit.

This encounter would only work to amplify her jealousy and possessiveness towards you, which in turn would cause her manipulation to come into play.

She'd ask if you still loved her, cared for her, did you prefer Betra over her etc things would get so bad that your father and Betra would notice a shift in your person causing them to immediately try to pry into what's happening, if you refused to tell them your father despite promising to respect you privacy would go snooping and try to figure out what's happening.

Once he does and let's Betra know what's happening suffice to say your mother isn't going to....you know be around for long.

There is no way for your mother to even get Betra to have even a tinge of sympathy or even see her as human even before you were involved so your mother manipulating you would be the final nail in the coffin, so her and your mother meeting will always end up in a fight, verbal or physical doesn't matter and of course as you already know deadly.

Request are open!

[dcrkfcngs]

@honeycoded asked ;

(childhood betrothal)

for henry!!

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

Henry truly didnt see this day coming, he thought that the princess he was suppose to marry was going to call off the wedding once she found her own prince charming. They were promised to each other when they were eight for christs sake and he was now in his late twenties. Yet here he was, seated in the team room while he listened to his mother, the queen. speak of how the wedding that was going to happpen in two weeks was going to be marvalous. The two most powerful kingdoms were going to be joined, and it was going to be an event that all would talk about for ages.

It wasnt like he didnt have see his soon to be wife after the inital engagment celebration ceremony. The promised pair often brushed shoulders at other events, though becuase of how busy he was with training, those chances to lay eyes on her began to diminish. As time progressed so did he, the sniffling boy was now cold, toned and less tempermental. Though he could argue about putting a stop to the wedding, the speech he received from his father made him swallow down all the fight he had in him. Now they sat here in the tea room, waiting for his soon to be wife and mother in law so the discusson and planning could continue.

[bleakfated]

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STATISTICS

BASICS: name: garth fitzgerald iv age: late 20s-30s gender & pronouns: male, he/him sexuality: pansexual faceclaim: dj qualls occupation: dentist, hunter location: verse dependent

PERSONALITY: positive traits: confident, forgiving, cheerful, brave negative traits: childish, tempermental, obsessive, quirky

APPEARANCE: scars: various scars healed over by lycanthropy tattoos: antipossession on his shoulder piercings: none

VERSES

BIOGRAPHY

TL;DR

Garth lived a normal life until he was brought into hunting the supernatural by a killer tooth fairy. While keeping up on his licenses, he started to hunt pretty regularly. He is well-known in the hunter community, with many at first begrudging friends though he found himself particularly attached to Bobby Singer and the Winchesters. After a hunt gone wrong, he was turned into a werewolf. With some bumps in the road, he found a good life with his pure werewolf wife Bess and the two started a family. He started operating a private dentistry practice out of their home.

FULL BIO

Garth Fitzgerald IV was born to parents Garth Fitzgerald III and Anna Fitzgerald in Warsaw, Missouri on June 28, 1983. His parents had him when they were fairly old, his mother nearing her forties and his father just above. This was a bit hard on Garth, especially when he realized having siblings was never going to be a reality. He was always one of those kids that enjoyed reading and learning whenever he wasn't outside running around with his cousins, whom he was very close with. Growing up largely in the nineties he had a wealth of TV and movies to consume compared to younger generations, but it was rare to see him in front of the television. His family was pretty tight knit, both sides regularly coming together for weekends at grandparent's houses or general dinners and get-togethers. Other than that, his childhood passed without much consequence until he was twelve years old. His father was killed in a work accident. It took a long time for he and his mother to recover from that. Some would say that she babied him a bit too much, but the tragedy brought them close out of necessity.

After high school, Garth was accepted into the pre-dental program at University of Central Missouri. He commuted from home and kept a job alongside his cousin Frank where they would do construction and repair work for under the table payments. They would fix roofs and install drywall, whatever their fathers had taught them and skills that Garth could pick up from reading about it. For the most part he stuck to his studies and his job to continue to provide himself a better future. Once a semester he would go to a party where he would crash with friends that lived around campus because his tolerance to alcohol always has been and will continue to be very low. After graduating with honors, Garth went on to dental school at University of Missouri Kansas City. He continued to commute even though it was a bit more inconvenient.

For a few years, things remained quiet within his life. He went to work and spent time with his family. He usually visited his mom almost every day after work and they would do things together on the weekends. He had saved up quite a bit of money, never being one for material possessions. He would buy books and comic books and maybe take the occasional trip to a historical landmark. However, during his final year of clinicals a lot of strange things started to happen with his patients. Some children claimed sightings of the tooth fairy and while he assumed they were only letting their imaginations run wild, they all seemed to have the same description that couldn't be explained away with a parent dressing up as the fairy. He looked into it and as far as he could tell nothing had surfaced about the tooth fairy in any recent pop culture so it wasn't as though they were getting the idea from that.

He tried to ignore it and file it in the back of his mind as the stories of a vivid dreams getting passed around the local schools. That was until two twelve year old patients died only a few weeks apart on the night that they lost their final baby teeth. That fact was not published in the newspapers, but he had seen the two kids recently and knew that they were getting close to losing that final baby tooth. Garth started to wonder if there was seriously be a real tooth fairy out there that was killing children for their last baby teeth, but that made no sense. Why would a fairy truthfully want the teeth in the first place? There was not any true use for them. Was Garth letting his own imagination get the best of him? If it had only happened recently, where had this supposed killer tooth fairy have even come from?

Garth learned a lot of dark truth about the world when he had a patient come in with a baby tooth that had been hanging on but wouldn't fully come out and had gotten infected. The dark fairy invaded the dentist office to snag the tooth and the boy to sacrifice to Oberon, King of Fairies, whom she had fallen out of favor with. Unlike her fellow fairies who later took to kidnapping, she had been trying desperately with devolving sacrifices as they continued to not put her back in the good graces of Oberon. The lights went dark and the fairy immediately came for the face of his patient. In desperation, Garth attempted to swat the fairy away from the child and spilled his coffee all over the floor in the process. In a stroke of sheer luck, the cream drew the fairy in and intoxicated her pretty quickly. When Garth had been questioning this whole situation, he remembered silver coming up a lot when looking into the occult.

He knew that dental tools while shiny and silver of color were usually not made with silver itself in current times and only had one true option. He covered the now inebriated fairy in amalgam putty that he still had leftover from a previous tooth filling procedure as it contained some silver and hoped that it would at least incapacitate the fairy. Luckily for him, the small amounts of silver in the tooth filling were able to kill the fairy as it hardened around her. After calming the kid down, he finished pulling out the tooth and took him out into the waiting room to his parents, warning him that nobody may believe what they had witnessed, but he would never call him a liar. He took the encased fairy and burned her in a garbage can in his backyard that night. After that experience, he found out that people traveled the country looking for things that were not human and killed them so they would stop hurting others. He told some select family members about this, so it was never a huge secret to those in his family. Being brought into it in such a unique way he didn't have a lot of information going into it, but he learned on the road and through meeting other hunters after he dropped out of dentistry school to take up hunting full time.

Tragedy struck in his family again when his cousin Brandon died from complications of a heart condition he was born with. The family had him cremated, but after a few months Garth could tell that his spirit was still hanging around. He decided to leave his spirit alone, though he had talked openly several times that he should try to move on when he hoped his spirit was around. Garth also warned him that he would torch anything that belonged to Brandon if he ever showed signs of starting to become vengeful. Garth continued to work supernatural cases alone and had gained some contacts to reach out to when he needed help. One of these contacts was Bobby Singer and he talked to him on the phone frequently and worked a couple of cases alongside of him, likely much to Bobby's chagrin.

He was able to purchase a houseboat in South Carolina so he could have some sort of safehouse when working cases on the East Coast. Garth left a key to on the main deck for anyone that needed it. He told all of his hunting acquaintances and friends about it at one point or another. A few years after he had started to consider Bobby Singer a mentor, he also worked a few cases alongside the Winchesters after being brought on to a case Dean needed back-up on while Sam was under a love spell. Bobby had recommended Garth as he was the closest hunter that wasn't tied up in something else. He quickly grew to love the Winchesters, as he does with most people, but he continued to work alone unless he needed help, because he preferred to be as much of a lone wolf as possible. After he heard about Bobby Singer's death, Garth decided to cope by taking on his role and started to keep many cell phones on his person to remain in contact with hunters in need and pretend to be an FBI agent when he was needed.

Unfortunately, his good luck as a hunter caught up with him (as it does with all hunters eventually) approximately two years later. Garth was turned into a werewolf. Completely distraught and devastated, Garth nearly killed himself before another werewolf named Bess Meyers found him and explained to him that he can learn to control himself. The two fell in love and he was welcomed into her family's wolf pack. They only ate animal hearts, rather than humans. Garth learned to enjoy his newfound life and spent a lot of his time rediscovering a buried talent of playing the piano when he was younger as he settled into having a family again. For a long time, he stayed away from his born human family, but when he felt that he is able to control himself enough, he started to visit his mother again. He didn't tell her about what he had become but did introduce Bess to her before she passed away from old age.

The Winchesters found him when he was hit by a car and they recognized him as a John Doe over a police wire. He fled the hospital when he woke up, but the Winchesters tracked him down. Reluctantly, Garth explained to them what he was after they had tested Bess and was upset when Dean was not on board. However, before long Bess's step mother revealed plans to kill Bess and Garth and frame the Winchesters, Dean pulled through and did the right thing by his friend and saved Garth, Bess, and Bess's father by killing the scheming werewolves. Garth voiced his thoughts of using his newfound abilities to his advantage in the hunting world, but the Winchesters urged him to live out his normal-ish life as a werewolf with his wife. So, he did, for the most part, but his eyes were always sidecast on potential cases where he could save people from monsters. It had been his life for too long to let go.

The couple bought a house near his remaining family and had three kids of their own. Gertie, their daughter, was born a year after their wolfpack had fallen apart. Garth went back to dental school and opened up his own practice in his home so he could be accessible to help with the kids. The British Men of Letters heard about him and he had been warned to remain vigilant by the Winchesters, which kept their plans of more kids on hold. Then, Garth was brought back into hunting when Sam asked for help in finding out more information about Michael's army. Michael caught Garth and injected him with grace, which made him go crazy and try to attack Jack Kline. Garth was restrained and locked in the impala's warded trunk until he was back to normal. This moment further pushed Bess against him continuing to hunt and he went back to his life with her while secretly keeping an eye on the media and in contact with the Winchesters from time to time.

Shortly after this, Garth welcomed twin boys into his life and named them after Sam and Castiel. He reached out to the Winchesters when Bess's cousin had been severely injured in a monster fight club. He helped Dean with cavity issues and helped them fix up the impala but they insisted they don't mess up his life again and he shouldn't help them infiltrate the club. Of course, Garth couldn't stay away and ended up saving their lives by blowing up the club and killing the vampire after them. Garth also gave them some advice about their non-hero status with God and empathized with how hard it would be to be the hero of the story. He let them know he heard of a place that they might be able to regain that hero status but it might come with severe consequences. Eventually, he was able to get Bess to agree that he would at least always be a point of contact for hunters that needed it and did take hunts from time to time when he was desperately needed.

[ofsupernovcs]

Terehito kept his eyes on TJ like a hawk. A very angry hawk. Terehito didn't care. He hated that man regardless and hoped he retired. Terehito thought he saw that man's wife in TJ's eyes but he was delusional. Like Taewon would have a kid as reckless as this. Terehito was Yakuza. He was the one in charge.

Terehito pretended to think to humor the tempermental youngster. "She's also my youngest and my last." He said. "I already have si-" He paused, remembering his promise to Enji. "Five men to be proud of." He looked at him. "But she's also part of my family, you will be in the family registry even if you both kick your feet and refuse. Your children and your children's children too." He said. "It's not something you walk away from."

"I want someone with a good reputation, a good pedigree, to carry my blood." He looked at TJ. "And here you are cursing my name and disrespecting me." There was a sneer. "I make the decision Taejin remember that."

There was an eye roll.

"Nova- a good witch. Hilarious. Why did you think I sealed her magic all those years ago." Terehito said. "She made it snow and made a shield over a dead man-is that inherently good to you." Terehito walked forward. "Do you still see her as some innocent princess to be saved from evil father."

"With what warrant. Don't I have rights?" Terehito said taking out the blade seeing Taejin's reflection. "Besides dead men don't talk." Terehito said. "Goodbye Choi Taejin. I would say you were one of the more interesting men I met." He raised his blade about to commit the deed. But something stopped him

"Its snowing" He said matter of fact. There was a look in his eyes angry. "Impossible it can't be her powers were sealed." He was going to strike again when something stopped him. There was the familiar diminitive figure.

"Yamete." She said with the same authority her father once did. Nova turned to her boyfriend keeping her shield up.

"Are you okay Tae-" She was too dsitracted to notice the blade coming at her arm. Nova winced in pain her eyes tearing up, her shirt sleeve turning crimson.

"Apha (it hurts)." She whispered but still keeping up the shield looking at her fox, her boyfriend, the one who cared for her. "Ga (go!)"

What was evident was that the elder didn't have a clue, as he claimed—and if he did, then he'd know that TJ's father was no longer with the feds but a judge. The reason TJ was able to get away with his questionable antics as an officer was due to his father's status, a man well-respected among those of the law. However, TJ's father made it explicitly clear to never mention their relation, simply because he saw TJ as an embarrassment. TJ was not worthy of being his father's son. So, as much as Terehito pushed for it, TJ didn't speak up; he didn't acknowledge that relation. Mentioning his father's name didn't bother him as much as mentioning his mother's name, which was killing him inside. That was the hard part. That's why he struggled to retain his emotion.

It got worse with the way he'd speak about Nova. He might have thrown a punch had it been anyone else, but this was not just anyone else. "She's smarter than you think," he said through gritted teeth. "Is it not enough to see Nova as Nova and not some heiress? Would you not rather someone love her for her, rather than her money?" TJ was sure it didn't matter. He could plead his case, his love… but none of that mattered because people like this didn't see love; they only saw an advantage to be gained.

"She might be a witch, but she's one of the good ones. She's not out to hurt people." TJ guessed that's what he defined as a monster—someone inherently out to harm—and Nova was not one of them. No, the only monster he saw was the man in front of him, being that cruel when speaking of his child. It was just like his own father, and maybe that's where TJ found the strength to talk back, because he could never do that with his own father.

He stepped back as the sword was thrown at his feet, confused as to what he was supposed to do with it. Maybe that's why Nova declared herself a retired ninja, to be away from the bullshit of her father. Whatever fight Terehito wanted from TJ, he would not give it. "I'll pass, but if you swing that sword at me, I'll arrest you for assault and reckless driving." Nova might yell at him if he ended up arresting her father, but if he was going to act like a crackhead, he'd treat him like the other crackheads he dealt with daily.

[occultsleutha]

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[technoturian]

After finishing the Wheel of Time’s first season yesterday and thinking on it, I have come to the following opinions:

- Love Nynaeve.

- Nynaeve’s “Fight me!” energy is everything. The coolest moments in the series were her two rage blasts of magic. YOU’RE DOING GREAT, HONEY.

- Love Egwene and Moiraine and Mat and Perrin and of course my boy Lan.

- Hate Rand.

- Thank goodness they made the show more of an ensemble because the actually interesting characters are able to distract from Rand’s utterly cliche and uninteresting Chosen One story. Yawn.

- His ONLY PERSONALITY TRAIT is that he literally spends the majority of the show sulking about a girl not loving him enough and punishing her for it when - according to the book spoilers I read - he’s not even going to end up with her, he’s going to end up with a literal  h a r e m  of women who all agree to share him because he’s just that awesome? UH, GAG. Rand is the worst, I’m sorry. I hope he develops a personality but from the things I’ve read it doesn’t sound like he will aside from “Generic Chosen One”.

- Egwene and Rand’s relationship is very unsatisfying. It started with him being like, “Stay with me and have my babies!” and ended with him realizing she has her own hopes and dreams, which would be good, but Egwene on the other hand went from “I love you Rand, but I have other priorities and a calling beyond that.“ to a soppy-eyed, “Whatever you want, Rand!” which kind of undercut his big moment of growth there...

- Egwene’s interactions with Nynaeve were ten times more interesting, more satisfying, more complex than any scene with either of the two boys who were in love with her. What’s that, Egwene? You’ve got a tempermental redhead with sharp cheekbones and a wolf boy with rage issues and a one-sided crush fighting over you? Is it still a better love story than Twilight?

- Perrin’s cool though. If I were writing the story I’d make him Egwene’s warder. I hope we see more of his wolf friends because puppies make all shows better. Also it would stick it to Game of Thrones and their “we can’t show the dire wolves because it costs to much” excuses. ALWAYS SHOW THE WOLVES.

- I totally misread the first scene with Perrin’s fridged wife as an indicator that she was pregnant which made the end of the episode WAY darker due to that misconception. Still dumb that they fridged her, though.

- All the gender essentialism stuff makes me feel a kind of way. Red ajahs don’t take warders because they hate men? Okay even with the conceit that only women can be channelers why can’t women also be warders??? Because that would mess with the very delicate and subtle metaphor for heteronormative gender politics, obviously.

- Moiraine wasn’t that interesting in the first couple episodes but was the most interesting by the end. It’s the wlw effect.

- I don’t know why everyone is calling this “The New Game of Thrones” when it’s more like “The Higher Budget Legend of the Seeker”.

[stan-joonies]

Enemies From The Start But Lovers For Eternity

With Victoria and her newborn army, the Quiluete tribe have seen a small increase in the teens that have been prompted to phase.

One of those being Y/N L/N. If Sam Uley could choose who he wanted to shift, it would not be him.

He was tempermental, even before the shift, now it was multiplied by three, something they didn't have time to deal with. He lashed out, had a disregard for the rules and had a fierce hero complex. He believed with his new abilities, he'd save everyone.

What Sam Uley had to admit though, was his Wolf was absolutely stunning.

His coat was almost pure white, small flecks of light brown covering his body. His paws feathered with black fur and his snout a dark black.

Y/N snorted.

"Fantasizing about me, Uley?"

Sam growled in warning, snapping his jaws at the smaller wolf.

"Don't start, this is serious,"

Y/n rolled his eyes at Paul, pausing when a sickly scent washed over him and poisoned his senses. It was chemical and synthetic, tingling unpleasantly.

Paul pushed him from behind.

"Hurry up, newbie,"

A growl rose in his throat, turning sharply to snap at his packmate's face.

"Stop it!"

Sam made his way between them, locking eyes with Y/N.

"Enough or you go back home,"

With a final roll of his eyes and defiant growl, he turned around and headed towards their destination, shaking his head in desperation to shake of the awful scent.

When they got to a hill, Y/N almost slipped when they went down the steep dip, nipping at one of the others when they snorted.

Before them was the Cullen Coven, The Cold Ones.

On instinct, his hackles rose and he let out a low growl, shaking his head when his head filled with the pack making snide remarks about his control.

"I'm fine!" He insisted, not looking into their eyes, instead focusing on the people infront of them.

He disregarded most of what was being said, out of naivety. The Cold Ones can't be that strong.

"He's not paying attention,"

Y/N looked to his packmates, only to realise he was talking to him.

Y/N scoffed.

"I don't need some old dead guys to teach me how to fight."

The ginger echoed what he thought, gaining a tense look from the long haired vampire. He ignored it though, raising his head defiantly.

"Come over here then," a burly one suggested, pretending to crack his knuckles. "I can show you,"

Y/N put a step towards the boarder, earning an intense growl from Sam.

"It's the only way he'll learn." The blonde one said. "I wont hurt him too much,"

The cockiness infuriated him, so in one large leap he was over to their side, growling at the blonde.

In one fluid motion he attacked, don't give your enemy time to breath.

Yet, Y/N was naive. Young. Inexperienced.

That rule didn't apply to vampires, they don't need recovery time. They don't need time to breath.

Jasper was two steps ahead, blocking and hitting him in all his weak spots.

Then, with a hand on a furry throat, her launched him and the wolf into the ground, a whimper coming from the white wolf.

Jasper turned, explaining where he went wrong before turning back to the shifter, fully prepared to lecture him too, but he froze.

Their eyes connected and for Y/N, the world tilted on its axis. Everything fell away. This person, the one on top of him, was his. He must protect him or he fails. He is important. The only thing that matters.

Meanwhile, the pack were filling his head with shouts and curses.

"Is that possible?"

"What is--"

"No fucking way--"

"Y/N! You--"

"He imprinted," Edward filled in, looking to the Cullens.

"But--" Bella began, looking to Alice. "Alice is--"

Jasper stumbled slightly, running across the field and to Alice, grabbing her close by the waist as if setting claim on himself and her.

Y/N had rolled onto his paws, shaking his head in confusion. He didn't have to look at the vampire again to know the feeling of rejection and emptiness that coursed through him like lightning. Sharp, quick yet so strongly painful.

"Y/N?" Seth's voice trickled into his head, only slightly shaking him out of his shock. "Are you--"

Sam snarled, jumping the invisible line before darting to Y/N and grabbing his by his pelt, dragging his roughly back to their side of the treaty.

"What are they doing?" Bella questioned, shaking at the sight of those powerful jaws digging into furry skin. "They're hurting him--"

"I think we're done here," Sam echoed, turning and dragging the boys frozen form with him.

"Edward!"

"It's not our place, Bella," he muttered gently.

"But--Jasper!" She turned to the southern vampire, who just scowled.

"My place is by Alice," He stated. "Nobody else,"

Bella matched his stare with her own.

"He couldn't help it, it's not his fault so don't blame it on him,"

-

Finally, Y/N came to his senses, shaking off Sam and licking his pelt clean.

"I don't wanna hear it," Y/N grumbled. "It's not like i wanted that to happen,"

"Are you ok?"

Sam's voice shocked him, his wolf turning to look at the Alpha.

"We felt it too, y'know," Paul added, coming to his side.

Y/N snorted.

"What part? The imprinting or the rejection?"

He tried to laugh it off, but everyone just looked at him with eyes of pity, making his hackles rise.

Without another thought, he ran into the forest, away from those looks and away from rejection.

-

The next time Y/N interacted with the Cullens was during the battlefield.

Y/N had trained on his own for the past couple months, maturing when the idea of battle came closer.

He as fighting three angry vampires that each tried to rip out his pelt.

Annoyingly, half his focus was on Jasper. Making sure no vampire snuck up on him and checking for injuries.

This cost him many scratches and attacks from newborns. He already recieved a nasty scratch over the eye, something so deep and bloody in his wolf form that he was afraid of what it would look like when he shifted back.

Just when he was getting overwhelmed, another body joined him, ripping heads off with perfect, dainty hands.

When he turned, he ached with the knowledge that it was his Imprints mate, his girlfriend, his wife, his forever.

This girl was the reason he couldn't get his happy ending.

But who was he to put that against Jasper? The last couple of months he turned twenty, though the pack noted that since the incident a couple months ago, he hasn't changed physically. That thought scared Y/N to the core. The bond with Jasper gave him a more fragile immortality, but it was immortality no less. So, he would unwillingly outlive his pack, his parents, his children, for a guy he doesn't even know.

Suddenly, a vampire was on him, strangling him tightly and he felt his bones crunch for a second.

Yet, Alice came to his rescue, flinging him off.

Y/N looked at her, nodding her thanks yet freezing halfway through.

Their eyes met. His gravity shifted. One person. Two people. Two people who hold his world. The only two that matter.

Jasper stopped his fight, looking to them. The shock, fear, anger, resentment, rolled off them in waves and almost choked Jasper with it.

But he saw a dark blur zooming across the field, right for Alice. The way the blur moved made Jasper queasy. One hit and both of them would be flying over the mountain.

Pulling himself out of it, he charged, heading straight for her.

Y/N smelt it before he heard it.

The chemical, sickenly sweet, synthetic smell coming towards them. Then he looked and saw the blur seconds away from Alice.

Instinct took contol, jumping infront of Alice and growling. The growl shook the stones and made the snow quiver and melt in fear.

Two bodies, completely opposite to eachother, slammed against one another.

Both toppling over the mountain...

-

Sam felt it before the rest of them, the numbness and the break of a special bond. With all the newborns cleared, he let out a howl, something that sounded so broken and fragile and something that was echoed by the others.

Sam ran to the cliff, his pack running behind him.

Jasper and Alice were there, looking over the cliff and talking rapidly.

They shuffled out of the way when Sam made it to the edge, his body leaning over. He couldn't see anything this far.

So he turned and made his way down the slope with his pack.

-

"What happened?" Bella muttered, looking at the Cullens gathering by the cliff edge.

"It was one of the wolves," Carlisle supplied helpfully.

"It was Y/N, he stepped infront of me but was thrown over the cliff. " clutching her hands to her chest, Alice's voice sounded sorrowful. "I felt it Jasper, he did it to me too!"

Jasper held her tighter, not knowing which emotion to feel.

He would be an awful liar to say he hadn't thought of Y/N constantly in the months past.

He did. Almost everyday and night, but he had Alice and Alice was his mate for eternity. To think Y/N had also imprinted on Alice was something remarkable in itself.

Yet, no hopes rose when the wolves didn't ascend the cliffs.

-

The wolves shifted back into their human forms, running forward and crouching over where Y/N was lying in a broken heap.

His limbs were disfigured, splayed and broken in all angles. Blood seeped from his neck and chest and arms. The stench poisoning their sensitive noses.

Sam crouched near him, rough fingers resting on his neck.

"Go get Carlisle!" He ordered. "He's breathing,"

But Carlisle was already there, jumping from the mountain and landing near them, sounding like a crack of thunder.

He quickly set to work, mumbling under his breath.

"His bones are healing in the wrong places. I'll need to break them again." The doctor turned to the wolves. "Take him back. I'll come as quickly as i can,"

Sam nodded, picking him up, giving a thankful glance to Paul when he readily shifted and let him put Y/N on his back.

They scaled back up the mountain, glancing at the Cullens briefly before disappearing into the forest.

-

The third time Y/N saw them, he wasn't self-aware of himself. He was dosed up on drugs to ease the pain and it made him feel slightly light headed.

Instead of seeing solid figures, everyone was slightly blurry and disfigured.

He was aware of someone holding his hand, it was a freezing cold, dainty hand.

"He'll be fine soon," someone assured. "With his accelerated healing, I'd give it three days."

"Poor kid." Another voice sighed. "He may be an absolute prick, but he tries his darn best."

There was a pause, Y/N groaning as the hand around his tightened.

"Stop looking at her like that," a voice chimed.

"Why? It's her fault this happened."

"She was in shock," the same voice retorted. "It's not everyday to get imprinted on,"

"And you'd know all about that wouldn't you?" Snarling rose up into the room.

"Can everyone shut up?" Y/N snapped. "I'm trying to relax," he felt only a phantom of the pain he would feel had he not been drugged up, yet it was still harsh enough to make him want to clench his jaw.

"Sorry," a voice beside him whispered.

"What happened?"

So they retold his story. Him grimancing at every gory detail as if he felt the pain again.

"Can i have a moment alone with Jasper and Alice?" He heard shuffling, blurs leaving the room. Two stayed, the one beside his bed and one in the corner.

"Are you feeling ok, Y/N?"

He was barely able to lift his head do he hummed instead.

"I'm sorry. I should've seen him coming. But--"

"It's fine. I feel like we were both occupied."

Silence.

"So, you remember then?" A masculine voice.

"I have great memory..." he uttered, shifting slightly when an itch crawled up his spine.

They sat in silence, each consumed by their own thoughts, Alice trying to see the future, knowing it was pointless.

"What's going to become of this then?" Y/N felt like shrinking into the sheets. Though he felt like he matured he was still dipping his toe in the embarrassing mindset of a teenager and hated these serious talks, especially when he led them .

"An...imprint," Jasper began. "Can be anything, right?"

Y/N felt dread in his stomach at the thought.

"Friends, siblings, protectors, lovers, anything the imprintee wants, it's my job to make you happy," he said it with such a lack on enthusiasm that even Jasper winced.

"So, that's what we'll be, friends. "

Y/N heard Alice's low whisper of 'Jasper' and almost felt warm to it.

"Of course," he shifted again. "Friends."

He could just make out Jasper nodding gratefully, coming forward to pull Alice away, ignoring her protests and leaving Y/N alone.

Y/N, when he first learned of imprints, was overjoyed. He was a true romantic at heart, yearning for the everlasting, true love an imprint can bring. He imagined him at 30, a beautiful girl next to him with at least one child playing in the garden. Then, as the sun would set they'd all lay on the couch, snuggled together and watch a disney movie. Then, when their child would go to sleep him and his wife would take him into his room, tuck him in and then go to bed themselves, content with the day and happy.

That seemed so far away now. Everything about that vision was wrong. He'd never have that. Even if he tried to date, the Imprint would win every time. That person would not know about his double life, would have to understand they aren't, and never would be, the most important thing in his life.

So, with that in mind, he shifted once more and closed his eyes, trying to will the dream of a perfect family away.

-

Y/N really didn't see his imprints that much. When the feeling of emptiness and hurt would crawl up behind him, Sam would give him permission to cross the border and hang around the Cullens home, never inside, but close enough. Sometimes Alice would come out, offer him some new clothes while petting his fur, then when he'd changed they'd walk around the forest, laughing and bonding over the smallest of things.

It was those times Y/N understood that Imprints are soulmates, matched perfectly to the imprinter. Yet, no matter how his feelings for Alice grew, he always fought with himself to give them the space appropriate to pass as friends, out of respect for Jasper, who he hasn't seen since he was bedridden.

When he recieved an invitation to Bella's wedding, his mum took him straight out to look for a new suit.

He obviously would've accepted anyway. Alice and Jasper were there, Bella too, who he'd admit wasn't as bad as the others claimed her to be.

So, he stood by Billy Black and Seth's side, watching the newlyweds dance with eachother, no space left between their bodies.

Jasper and Alice was across from him, Alice appreciating the suit while Jasper denied any 'checking out' his mate claimed he was doing.

"Why fight it Jasper?" Alice questioned quietly, squeezing his hand. "You feel it too, so why do you keep your distance?"

But Alice knew. Jasper didn't want to stand out. He never did. Having a boyfriend AND a girlfriend and having them dating eachother? That was an attention beacon that the blonde didn't want.

He shook himself out of his thoughts when Alice left his side, going straight for Y/N.

"Care to dance, Y/N?" Alice held out a dainty hand. "Jasper has as much right as you do," she added when his eyes immediately fell to Jasper.

Hesitantly, Y/N took her hand and led her to the dancefloor.

"I'll warn you that I'm not a very good dancer,"

Alice giggled, eyes lighting up.

"You can step on my feet if you want, I'll dance for the both of us," She teased.

Y/N rolled his eyes, a flush presenting itself on his cheeks.

"Very funny," He twirled her, admiring the way her dress danced with her. "This makes you look like a real fairy,"

They locked eyes, both smiling gently.

Everything faded away. The music. The people. It was only them. Their bodies swayed naturally closer, their chests pressed up against one another, their faces inches away from kissing. Alice felt his breath fanning her face like gentle kisses.

"We can't do this," He whispered, yet made no effort to move away. "You can't do this to me. It's cruel."

"What am i doing, Y/N/N?"

"You're waving the thing i want most right under my nose, but when i go to take it, you'll snatch it away," he uttered, eyes casting down to her lips.

"Well..." her hands came up to circle around his neck. "If you want something enough you just got to take it, do you want it that much?"

He didn't answer, instead, he swayed closer and Alice did the same. When their lips brushed it was as if every barrier broke. Their lips came together, their arms wrapping around eachother.

It was not fireworks. It was not explosive. But it was what Y/N needed. What Alice needed. What Jasper refused to allow him to have.

When they broke away, they saw Jasper retreat to the house in quick step, trying not to attract attention.

Y/N's heart ached for him. One dam broke and without that one the other dam was struggling and wouldn't hold up for long.

"Come on!" Alice dragged him in the direction of his house, ignoring her protests.

"Alice! We should give him time," But Alice shook her head and continued, up the stairs, down the corridor, through a door.

Jasper sat on a double bed, looking out of a window and his shoulders tensed.

"Jazz," Alice began, squeezing Y/N's hand. "We're going to be ok,"

Jasper shook his head silently.

"The times have changed. Jasper, this isn't as taboo as our times." He ignored her.

She sighed, looking at Y/N and letting go of his hand.

He almost whined in protests but yelped instead when she shoved him next to Jasper and forcing him to sit next to him, while she took his other side.

The silence dragged on for a couple minutes, Y/N couldn't help but fidget his his fingers. But a hand came inbetween both his own, holding his right hand in a tight grip.

Jasper still wasn't looking at him, but his face was concentrated, looking past the window. Past the trees. Past the sky. Far away.

Y/N smiled lightly, squeezing his hand in return.

It was something fragile but it was enough.

-

Y/N smiled as he came out the forest, arms ready and prepared when a 15 year old Renesmee jumped into his arms.

"Uncle Y/N!" She giggled, kissing him on the cheek.

"Hey Georgous,"

Bella came out to greet them, smiling at the h/c-ette.

"She missed you." Bella brung him in for a quick hug.

"Only two weeks," he assured. "I'm back now."

"Thank god," someone laughed, a small figure running towards him, colliding with him chest and making the shifter let out an 'oof'.

"Missed you too, Alice," He melted into her touch, bringing her as close as he can.

Going onto her tiptoes, She whispered into the shell of his ear.

"Jasper's waiting upstairs."

Y/N grinned, nodding. Even with the years that have passed, Jasper was still sensitive to showing public affection outside, mainly with Y/N. It sometimes brought the wolf down but centuries of homophobia doesn't disapear in one night, so Y/N was willing to wait.

He made his way to their room, opening it gently and smiling when Jasper turned to greet him with a matching smile.

He easily accepted Jasper's hug, melting when he kissed his cheek gently.

"Wow..." he sighed. "You must've really missed me," his arm tightened around his waist teasingly.

"Shut up," the blonde mumbled, pressing another to his forehead.

Y/N was willing to wait, they had forever.

[daxieoclock]

Okay let’s do this. TW for scientific dehumanization

This is Vee, my Final Fantasy 7 OC (primarily with the remake in mind, though the meta aspects of that story don’t play a part here). Formerly from a small village whose inhabitants were captured and experimented on by Shinra, she possesses minor draconic abilities and an affinity with fire Materia as a result of those experiments. She only escaped the labs at all by accidentally faking her death – going into cardiac shock during an experiment and then surviving their attempt to dispose of her body through incineration, due to her newfound immunity to flame. Vee was then nursed back to health in a small religious collective centered around worship of the Ancients, and spent a few years there until she had recovered enough to leave. While she isn’t quite an amnesiac, the trauma from those labs has fucked significantly with her memories and self of self.

Personality-wise, Vee is brash and self-assured, displaying both an abundance of confidence and a general sense of polite ease. She’s a hopeless flirt, but drops that behavior immediately around her elders and anyone who shows discomfort in being flirted with. While she jumps at the chance to make a show, she also shies away from attention outside of her control, hiding her fiend eyes behind sunglasses and keeping her wings dismissed. That overly casual persona also helps hide a deep insatiable fury towards Shinra, SOLDIERs and especially that snickering scientist bastard, whose throat she would personally like to tear out for everything he’s done to her and her family.

In combat, she keeps at least one hand in her pocket at all times, and fights with close-range fire magic and a flame sword she can summon and dismiss at will.

AU summary (including Gay Details) under cut.

EDIT: I’ve made a few minor edits and added events up until a little ways past the departure from Midgar.

EDIT 2: I made this into a fic.

Initial

A large aspect of the “Vee AU,” so to speak, is the change of timescale: stretching out the events of the plot over the span of a couple months rather than a couple weeks, with multiple periods of reprieve between urgent setpieces. Other than that, the first big change comes after Cloud’s meeting with Aerith, in that he makes it back to Seventh Heaven without being pulled into the Wall Market nonsense – Aerith tagging along the whole time. Aerith meets Tifa and decides to stick around for a bit, Cloud slips back into his friendly neighborhood merc gig, and Avalanche stresses in the background about their next move.

It’s during this point that Cloud investigates a commotion nearby Sector 7 only to find the cause to be a bloodied Vee standing amidst a bunch of ko’d Shinra soldiers. When she notices Cloud’s mako eyes, she attacks him – SOLDIERS were the people who took her to the labs – before half-collapsing from her injuries. Cloud heals her, and makes the ‘ex’ part of ex-SOLDIER very clear, as well as his open contempt for Shinra. Vee apologizes for losing control, thanks them, and decides to stick around to help out – since they have a common enemy, and she wants to pay back Cloud for saving her life after she almost murdered him. Vee Joins The Party.

A few days later, we enter the leadup to Wall Market. Desperate for details and noticing a surge of Shinra activity in and around Sector 7, the gang decides to try and get info from the one man who might know anything: Don Corneo. Unfortunately, he’s an asshole, so they’re going to have to threaten him for it. While Barret and the rest of Avalanche stay behind to keep Shinra from trying anything, Aerith, Tifa, Cloud and Vee head to Wall Market. On the way there, Tifa and Vee get separated from the others when part of the collapsed highway collapses further, and they spend some time getting to know each other while Aerith takes Cloud on a more direct route.

Tifa and Vee smooch after roughly a day of romantic tension. No further relationship is established at this time.

In Wall Market, the gang splits up into two teams to try and pincer Corneo’s security. Vee and Aerith hit up the tournament under Madame M’s supervision, passing themselves off as a Shinra rep and her Turk bodyguard to get an invite through the front door, while Cloud and Tifa go through Andrea Rhodea to try and weasel their way into Corneo’s audition for his next wife.

Aerith and Vee smooch after kicking ass in the tourney. No further relationship is established at this time.

Corneo’s security is dispatched from two angles, and the gang rushes back towards Sector 7 after hearing the info about Shinra’s now ongoing plan to collapse the plate. They get there, and fight their way up to Barret and the other Avalanche crew, managing to minimize the damage from the plate’s fall by locking the center supports in place, but they cannot fully prevent the collapse. While the majority of Sector 7 remains livable, the outskirts are devastated. (Aerith is not approached by Tseng at this point. Jessie, Biggs and Wedge survive.)

There’s a terse, tense celebration in Seventh Heaven. A lot of lives were saved, but not all of them, and there’s still the financial cost to the already destitute slums – not to mention that Shinra will likely try to take credit for the collapse’s partial prevention, and pin the collapse itself on Avalanche. This isn’t even close to the end of hardship. Regardless, it is a victory.

Over the next few days, the gang recovers and focuses on helping Sector 7 rebuild. Tifa tries to push Aerith and Vee together, seeing herself as an obstacle between them. Aerith confronts Tifa about this, they discuss their feelings and reservations.

Aerith and Tifa smooch. At this time, we establish a relationship between Aerith, Tifa and Vee. Many more smoochings occur.

Saving Aerith

One morning, the gang wake up to find Aerith missing. Tifa, Vee, Cloud and Barret go to her house to look for her, and Elmyra tells them she visited late last night to say she wouldn’t be coming back home for a while. Elmyra realizes something is wrong, and tells the gang that Aerith is a descendant of the Ancients, and her birth mother was captured by Shinra. Vee and Cloud are especially tense when she says she suspects Shinra’s head scientist of being involved in Aerith’s disappearance. When the party returns to Sector 7, Wedge shares a message from Avalanche HQ: the Turks brought someone matching Aerith’s description into Shinra headquarters last night.

After tangoing with Corneo and Leslie in the sewers, the gang fights their way to the Shinra Building. On the elevator up, Vee and Barret have a bit of an ideological clash. Vee makes it clear she doesn’t care about the suffering of Shinra Employees, their paychecks are soaked through with the blood of Shinra’s victims, and their complicity is guilt enough. Barret fires back that while they’re taking the easy road out, there are fewer and fewer non-Shinra jobs out there every day, and some employees have more than their own mouth to feed. Not everyone can afford to make the sacrifices he did, and while they don’t have to be buddy-buddy with Shinra’s suckers, the company would fall apart without them. Draw them over to Avalanche’s side, and Shinra wouldn’t last a day.

Mayor Domino helps the gang get into Shinra R&D, and they’re forced to fight a whole floor full of mutant experiments to get to where Aerith is kept. When they reach her, she’s contained in a glass cylinder, overlooked by Hojo in an isolated observation room. Vee immediately lunges at the reinforced glass between her and the scientist. She asks if Hojo recognizes her, and he expresses delight that she managed to survive. Vee tries to break the glass but hesitates when more experiments attack Tifa, Barret and Cloud. She does issue one last threat to Hojo: she’s going to walk out of here with Aerith, and then she’s going to track him down, so he’d better start running. Next time they meet, she’ll make him hurt in every way he hurt her, and she’ll enjoy it. Vee punches the glass hard enough to crack it, and she gets one good look at Hojo’s surprised – maybe frightened – face before metal shutters close off the observation room completely.

After being freed and embracing both of her girlfriends, Aerith explains that she was captured voluntarily – half to keep Avalanche from being targeted by Shinra, and half to find out the truth. She takes them down a floor to a place she identifies as her mother’s room, and her own. Aerith spent most of her childhood here, and her mother managed to escape with her just long enough to hide her with Elmyra before being captured again. Aerith returned because she thought her mother might still be alive, but apparently the woman didn’t survive more than a year after being recaptured. Vee reminds Aerith that she’s still alive, and she has a life outside these walls now, with people who love her. Tifa simply asks her to promise not to leave like that again, and Aerith gladly does so. She doesn’t plan on chasing ghosts, not anymore. She knows where her home is.

The reforged quintet meets with Red XIII, who Vee immediately takes a one-sided liking to, trying to befriend the more tempermental catdog. They head farther into the labs to both chase Hojo and make it to the roof for extraction, and find Jenova. Sephiroth appears, sending Tifa into shock and Cloud into blind fury, and the latter charges at the specter – who severs the bridge and sends them plummenting into the depths of the labs. Cloud is seperated from the others for a time, and fights alone and half-berserk through a small horde of experiments, nearly attacking Barret when he runs into him. Barret and Red manage to calm him down, and they fight up the Drum to Tifa, Vee and Aerith, then back up to the elevator.

The gang follows Jenova-infected footsteps to President Shinra’s office to find the bigwig himself danging off the side of his big fancy tower. Vee immediately hops over the railing and extends a hand to pull him up, but digs her nails into his arm and keeps on holding him over the edge. It’s his fault. Everything that happened to Aerith, to Vee herself. Guilt travels upwards, and there’s no one higher than Shinra. Killing him won’t bring back Aerith’s mother, or the people killed by the plate, or Vee’s family. It won’t take away what happened to her. But it’ll make her feel a whole lot better. Vee is ready to drop him, but Barret talks her down, convinces her that Shinra is more use clearing their names and owning up to dropping the plate. With him as a hostage, they can bring the company to its knees. Vee relents, and pulls Shinra to safety, only for Sephiroth to stab him through the chest.

Cloud barely holds it together, and Sephiroth taunts him, trying to egg him on. Doesn’t Cloud want to hurt him? Doesn’t he want to take revenge, for his family, for his home? For his companion? Cloud is a breath away from trying to take his head off, but it’s Tifa who strikes first, forcing Sephiroth back with a roundhouse kick. She tells him to leave her friend alone, and the rest of the gang backs her up. That manages to shake Cloud out of his fury, and he stands by his friends as they take on the legendary SOLDIER hero.

And lose. They’re barely a match for him, their attacks don’t phase him in the slightest, and he seems impossibly fast. With one final mockery, Sephiroth takes Jenova’s body and dives off the side of the Shinra building, leaving Cloud almost numb, hollow. Tifa manages to pull him out of it, and he doesn’t understand how she’s still herself aftering seeing him. She shows that her hands are still shaking, and admits she’s not letting it catch up with her. Right now, she’s focused on trying to stay alive, and keep the people she cares about alive. Our six rebels fight their way back through Shinra security and, with one look back at the home they’re leaving behind, they steal a ride out of Midgar.

Once they make it to the inn in Kalm, Cloud finally fills everyone in on what he hasn’t told them. He’d only meant to tell Tifa, originally, but the others deserve the truth as well. With her permission, he recalls the Nibelheim Incident. After Sephiroth killed his hometown and injured Tifa, Cloud attacked the man, overpowering him and throwing him to his death – or he assumed, at least. Another Nibelhiem resident, Zangan, took Tifa to safety, promising to come back for Cloud. He didn’t make it, and Cloud was captured and experimented on by Hojo; toughing through thanks to the mako infusions he got as a SOLDIER. After five years, he managed to escape, and make it to Midgar. The others are horrified, but Cloud almost no-sells it. It’s in the past. It’s fine. He’s fine. And with that, and without taking any questions, he goes to his room and sleeps.

Tifa admits once he’s gone that there’s something odd about the story, about the way he told it. She can’t quite pick out what, but it feels as if he’s leaving out something big from the parts that she can’t corraberate. Barret and Red agree, they felt similarly, but Vee reminds them that traumatic events like that can fuck with a person’s head, muddle their memories. And she knows firsthand how traumatic Shinra’s labs can get. The five agree not to push him on it, and follow suit to get some sleep.

When she’s finally alone with Aerith and Vee, Tifa breaks down completely as the events of the day wash over her. The man who scarred her, who slaughtered her family, who burnt down her home, is alive. Her best friend has years of trauma he’s never told her about. And she almost lost her girlfriend. Vee and Aerith hold her, and the three fall asleep together. For now, they’re safe.

[howmcnythings]

Is that KATIE CASSIDY? No, that’s just CALLISTA ALBRECHT. They were born on 12/09/1994 and are a SUCCUBI/MERMAID HYBRID living in Northknot Town. They work as a BARISTA AT COOL BEANS CAFE & A MUSICIAN. Some say they're CLEVER and ADVENTUROUS, but I’ve heard others say they're MANIPULATIVE and TEMPERMENTAL. When you think of HER, don’t you think of LEATHER JACKETS, LIT CIGARETTES, AND DIMLY LIT MOTEL ROOMS? 

TW: drugs, addiction, abuse, child abuse, alcohol, violence, death

Callista was born as Callista Briere to parents who probably shouldn’t have ever had a kid. Damian, an incubi, and Carla, a mermaid, both had a history of drug use. When Carla got pregnant, she had been sober for almost a year. Damian was still using cocaine regularly. A year after Callista was born, that was when Damian began hitting his wife. They were low on money, he kept blowing what they did have on drugs. The environment was toxic. By the time Callista had started school, both of her parents were using again, doing so even when she was right there in the room.

When Callista was six, her parents began getting rough with her. When she needed money for a field trip, her father grabbed her by the arm hard enough to bruise her, and screamed in her face about how she shouldn’t be asking for money when they already were living in such a small home. 

When Damian began hurting Carla as well, Carla sobered up and took Callista away. Damian wasn’t bothered by it at all. At this point, Callista was eight. Fast forward two years, and Callista got a call on her tenth birthday, learning that her mother had been killed in a car accident with a positive toxicology report. 

Damian had landed himself in prison, so Callista couldn’t go to him, nor would she allow herself to be back with him. She’d rather be homeless. He had no remaining family, and Carla’s family had disowned her for marrying and getting impregnated by someone of a different species, especially since Damian was a known cheater all through Northknot. 

Callista went into the system. She was bumped around through different foster homes, none of them sticking though. She was acting out. She was angry that she had witnessed her life and family crumble into nothing and she took it out on the people around her, with constant fits and screaming matches with her foster families. 

Most of her foster families were outside of Northknot. Callista knew that she wasn’t like them, but she was never able to tell anyone that.

By age thirteen, she battled serious addictions to drugs and alcohol. Nobody knew about the way she’d sneak out whatever house she was living at. Nobody knew how she would buy drugs from the sellers around the corner, or alcohol from the other addicts she knew who needed more money to score. Nobody knew that she was stealing money from her foster families to supply herself with what she needed. She saw her parents spiral, and to Callista, that was normal. Drugs, alcohol, all of it was what she knew. It was familiar, and she liked that.

Suspensions from schools, getting into physical fights with other students, and winding up in juvie twice was too much for the different foster parents to handle. She feared that she wouldn’t ever find somewhere to really call home, but part of her didn’t want that.

She was fifteen when she was finally wanted by somebody. Aalist Albrecht. She has always and still does refuse to call Aalis “mom”. After the adoption process was complete around the time of her sixteenth birthday. 

Aalis found out about Callista’s addictions when she was seventeen. Within a few weeks she was entered into rehab, where she tried to fight her addictions. Callista was able to graduate high school, and now that she was somewhere stable, and had the help of her new mother, she went off to college and finished a few years later with a degree in biology. 

College was harder than she expected, and Callista often found herself trying to study with a glass of wine or a beer in her hand to take the edge off. She told herself she was fine, but she wasn’t. She didn’t make it a full year in college before she had slipped into old habits- partying, drinking, and doing all kinds of drugs. If she knew she was going to see her family, she’d sober up for the sake of that, but that was it. She knew how to keep it all to herself, so that was what she did. Shortly after graduating, she had her license revoked after a few too man DUI’s, but still continued to drive anyway.

Flash forward to a newly 24 year old Callista sitting in a bar. Completely wasted and high on cocaine, she was just out to have a good time. A man tripped and knocked into her, and Callista was pissed. Over the years as she continued giving in to her addictions, her temper and patience got worse. She stood up and cussed with man out, only to have a few other people come to his defense. When he started to shout back at her, it pushed her over the edge. That night, Callista was hauled out of the bar in handcuffs after attacking him. She was under the influence, she was guilty of possession, and she had physically attacked someone. Her anger got the better of her, and she knew she was going to pay the price. She was sentenced to a large fine and a total 12 months behind bars. The sentencing was finalized in a court hearing when she was 25, and at 26 she was able to get out.

Now at 27, she still doesn’t have the stability yet to live on her own. For now, she’s just working in a coffee shop to have something to do with her day and some kind of income. In addition to that, she’s formed a small band that plays gigs, and she plays at open mic nights in the various coffee shops and bars.

 Callista has a hard time controlling her anger. When she gets angry, she’ll really let you have it. She’s impulsive, she doesn’t usually think things through before she does them. She’s kinda grouchy, unless she’s warmed up to you. She’s manipulative when she feels like she needs to be, especially if she’s craving booze or drugs and knows you might be able to hook her up.

Being half succubus, Callista is almost always finding someone new to be with. She has never been good at fidelity, which can be proven in her failed relationship with Caliphe Topaz. 

Callista managed to stay sober for a few months after her release, but more recently has slipped back into the addictions that have plagued her throughout her entire life.

you earn a metal if you read all of that. TL;DR- she’s a hybrid who had a shit life, was adopted, and is an addict.

here are some lighter fun facts to balance that out:

her diet is 90% cake

she loves cats. LOVES them. she has one named shark, and he’s white and fluffy.

she plays piano, guitar, and sings. she’s 100% self taught but has serious skills

she WILL spell your name wrong on your cup on purpose just to be a shit disturber

she has 12 tattoos, including a matching one with Caliphe of a seagull from finding nemo.

she’s fascinated by plants, however she’s got nothing even close to a green thumb.

she’s ambidextrious

she curses more than anyone should

she hates ice cream. she likes the cone, but not the ice cream itself.

[sweetheartben]

Well, good morning! Could I request Roger asking out Reader constantly, but Reader is always declining him bc she doesn't know how to do relationships and to trust other people, yet she doesn't give Roger an explanation as to why she doesn't go out with him and when he finds someone else reader realises that she really really likes him and she doesn't know if it's too late. If i confused you just say so and i will try to make clearer. Again I'm freaking proud of you. LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU

i owe the hugest apology for taking 67 years to get this out but i hope you enjoy it either way!! this was a wonderful request and it felt so good to be writing in a while!!❤️

It wasn’t rare that you could be spotted at Freddie’s apartment. Mostly becuase he always insisted on you coming to all of his parties, insisting that they were awfully boring without you there. You highly doubted that, considering the vast amount of people that always attended them. And the fact that Freddie somehow managed to say hi to every single person.

But either way, here you were again; sitting in one of the plush, deep red velvet chairs in Freddie’s lavish living room, while people mingled around you. Brian was sitting opposite you with his wife Chrissie and you spent the majority of your time chatting to them, not really in the mood to talk to strangers.

You felt a bit bad for zoning out during the conversation sometimes, especially now; Brian was telling you about some fancy space museum he’d visited during their last tour, but your eyes were drawn to something across the room. A tempermental blonde drummer, to be exact. 

He was sipping on some kind of drink and licking his lips after every sip almost oblivious that you were ogling him and his every move. Gosh, he looked so good and you cursed yourself immediately after thinking that. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t allow your mind to wander there.

But then he was making his way over to where you were sitting and you shifted in your seat, hoping the cushions would swallow you whole. Preferably before Roger’s stare lit you on fire.

“How you enjoying the party, sweetheart?” his voice was clear over the murmur of the crowd. He stood right next to your chair before sitting down on the armrest. He was so close you could feel the warmth radiating off of his body.

Brian noticed your attention shifting towards the blonde so he turned in his seat and finished telling the story to Chrissie, who seemed far more interested in it than you were. 

“It’s loud, but that’s to be expected of Freddie,” you replied after clearing your throat and taking a sip of the sweet drink in your hand, flashing an innocent smile over the rim of the glass.

Roger had always been nice to you, even going as far as to ask you out on coffee dates or a simple walk to the park. You had denied all of them in a desperate attempt to keep your distance. Why? You didn’t really know, but at this point making up excuses to avoid any sort of meetings outside your circle of friends had become second nature to you. And you hated it but you didn’t know any other way.

Roger chuckled nodding along to your words before leaning down a bit closer to you so he wouldn’t have to speak as loudly. 

“I was just wondering…there’s this drive in theater that just opened up outside of London,” you already knew where this was going and your heart sank because you knew what your answer would be, “and they’re playing “Grease” tomorrow night. I remember you telling me you liked that movie so I thought you might be interested.” 

He looked so hopeful, his big eyes shining under the light of the giant chandelier Freddie had hanging from the ceiling.

It did sound like fun. A lot actually, but before you could even stop yourself the excuse fell past your lips.

“Rog, m’sorry, I’m busy tomorrow night. A friend from school is visiting and I promised to get some drinks with her,” your voice didn’t waver and you were starting to get scared at how easy lying came to you. There was no friend from school and the only place you’d be tomorrow night would be your bed as you sulked about your decision to say “no" for the umpteenth time.

His face fell immediately, the light disappearing from his eyes along with the grin on his lips. You felt like crap instantaniously but plastered on an apologetic expression anyway. God, you were a horrible person.

“Right, have fun with your friend then,” he forced a small smile on his face and tried to hide the disappointment in his voice. 

The conversation died down after that mainly because some producer came by and snatched Roger away to discuss something about studio equipment, leaving you alone again full of regret and anger at yourself. 

As you finish the last of your drink, you debate whether or not to get another one but quite frankly you feel like crying the night away so you say a quick goodbye to Brian and Chrissie, before disappearing in the crowd to find Freddie and say goodbye.

***

It’s only when you spot the leggy blonde with curly hair by Roger’s side for the third time this week that it hits you. You like him. Like him like him. 

Why else would your blood be boiling while looking at the girl twirl a piece of Roger’s hair around her perfectly manicured finger? 

Truly, you’d known for a while about your feelings but you’d suppressed them for so long that it felt like a ton of bricks had just fallen on your head. 

You have to do something. This isn’t living, pushing away any romantic encounter that comes your way. At this rate you’ll die alone surrounded by seventeen cats. And you weren’t a cat person.

For precisely those reasons and more you find yourself knocking fiercely on Roger’s door later that night with a pounding heartbeat.

“Y/N, what are you doing here so late?” Roger’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts. He’s standing in the doorway with soft flannel pants and a hoodie on and if you weren’t focusing on your upcoming talk, you’d be melting in a puddle.

You take a second to gather your courage and then you spill everything like a shaken up soda can.

“Roger, I am so sorry for being a horrible human-“

“You’re not-“

“No, Roger, please let me finish.” you plead and Roger slowly nods,”You have been nothing but nice to me and I’ve always rejected your offers for dates because I’m scared. I’ve never had a proper relationship and I don’t know how to do one and I’m terrified of being a disappointment. But all that isn’t a reason to be rude and inconsiderate towards you. You’re a wonderful guy, Rog, I’m sorry for being a bitch, quite frankly.”

Quiet.

“And I know that it’s too late. You and blondie are now… a thing but I just wanted you to know and you deserved an apology.”

You let out a big and relieved sigh. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. But Roger still wasn’t saying anything.

You thought about just turning around and leaving, maybe Roger hated you now or maybe he just needed some time to forgive you but before you could make up your mind, Roger grasped your hand in his and pulled you forwards. You collided with his chest with a soft oompf and settled your hands on his chest to steady yourself. 

If you thought your heart was beating fast before, it was nothing comapared to the way it pounded in your ears when Roger’s lips connected with yours. Your brain became consumed with the feel of his mouth, the way it softly glided against yours and the way Roger gently cradled your face in his calloused palms. It was, out of the three kisses that you’d had in your entire life, by far the best by a mile and more.

You pulled back and looked up into Roger’s baby blue eyes.

“I thought I was too late? What about umm…blondie?”

Roger chuckled.

“Love, I don’t care about her, I care about you. And it’s never too late for you.”

Your cheeks warmed as Roger pulled you into his apartment with a passionate kiss. 

As the door shut behind you both and Roger laughed against your lips, all you could think about was how this is what living feels like.

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[timcurlyshepard]

The Shepards as greek gods if you have the time or just want something to do...?

okay wait how did you know I’m a greek mythology nerd sksjsjsj okay I’m only gonna focus on some more well known gods/goddesses here because I don’t wanna get weirdly obscure lol

Also I decided to do everyone not just the Shepards because I got into this lmao

Pony Curtis

Apollo. He’s the god of like a whole bunch of stuff, most notably of medicine, music, art, poetry, and literature. I think that his focus on the arts and the fact that he’s always portrayed in a softer, less overtly masculine light makes him great for Pony.

Soda Curtis

I was torn for him between Aphrodite and Hephaestus (which is funny because they’re technically married), but ultimately landed on Aphrodite. Aphrodite is the goddess of beauty, which obviously suits Soda. She’s also the goddess of love, but a less serious form of love than Hera (goddess of marriage) which I think fits Soda because really, he’s young a likes a lot of pretty girls, but shouldn’t be in anything too serious yet (look what happened when he did get serious 🤦🏼‍♀️)

Darry Curtis

Hera. Again, I went back and forth on Darry, initially wanting to give him Zeus, but my gut saying that was wrong. I selected Hera because she has the leadership and power that comes with Zeus (being his wife, and sister but ignore that, queen of the gods). But whereas Zeus is often portrayed as overly cruel (Hera is as well, but to a lesser degree and really no more than any of the other Gods) Hera is often seen as less tempermental. She is the goddess of marriage and family, and she only really shows her dark side when those things have been threatened and she is seen defending her family and marriage.

Steve Randle

Athena. She’s the goddess of wisdom, but more than that she’s the goddess of battle strategy. I think Steve has a great deal of intelligence, especially when it comes to planning and knowing how to work his opponent. Athena also has a bit of a mean streak when challenged or if someone has presumed to be better than her at something. She’s also very much One Of The Boys, which fits my idea of Steve’s personality.

Dallas Winston

Ares. God of war and rage and a big time homewrecker. Need I really say anymore? I’m gonna anyway. This works for Dallas because there’s an anger in Ares that I think clearly exists in Dallas, but there’s also a fierce protection. A story of Ares gives us our first account of a murder trial (the original Law and Order if you will). He murdered a man, a son of Poseidon specifically, who raped his daughter, and was put on trial for it. I think this sort of anger, damn the consequences attitude is very Dallas.

Johnny Cade

Persephone. Goddess of springtime and the reason the seasons change. There’s a ton of different versions of the myth of Persephone and Hades, my favorite is the original that is less popular now, but for this purpose we will use the more modern one. In this version, her and Hades runaway together, ruling the underworld side by side. She flees her controlling asshole dad, Zeus, and finds true love and power. This speaks to Johnny because to some extent, this is what he has been doing his whole life, fleeing his dickhead parents and looking for something better. Did Johnny find his Hades, I don’t know, but I’d like to think he found something in the end.

Two Bit Mathews

Dionysus. God of wine, parties, and madness. He is well known for the big drunken theatre productions Athenians would put on in his honor, showing off various really funny comedies and satire. He, like Apollo, is often not depicted particularly masculine, being made softer and a bit kinder.

Tim Shepard

Hades. God of the underworld. This might seem a lil on the nose, but I absolutely love Hades. He has a bad rep because he’s like god of death (although he actually isn’t, that’s a dude named Thanatos, he’s more like death’s landlord) but he was essentially tricked into being that when his brothers basically shouted dibs on controlling the sky and sea and the underworld was all that was left. Circumstances beyond his control ringing a Tim Shepard bell for anyone? He’s also like not a dick, like the other gods. He loves his wife, Persephone, and unlike his douchey brothers doesn’t have affair after affair. He just seems really scary, but under that there’s kindness and a devotion to family, much like Tim.

Curly Shepard

Hermes. No, this isn’t the fashion designer. Hermes is the god of thieves and travelers. Literally the first thing he does after being born is steal his brother Apollo’s cattle like a little shit. I mean this is like Curly rembodied lmao

Angela Shepard

Artemis. Artemis is a bad ass eternally young goddess who protects maidens with her Hunters (basically a sick ass girl gang). In Ancient Greece, women would often run off into the woods hoping that Artemis would take them away to join the hunters and remain young forever. This just screams Angela, right?