#abandonment tw

[hmshermitcraft]

Not for theme (TW: abandonment mentioned)

Etho woke up one morning without Tango next to him so Etho panicked and ran to hungry hermits but he wasnt there so Etho went to Skizz' and Impulse's and still no sign of Tango.

Until he hears Tango talk behind him, "You ok? I just went out for some fresh air and I just hear you running so what's wrong?" Tango says, Etho stares at him relived and just hugs him very tight. "Don't leave me ever please." Etho says.

That day was when Tango realized Etho has abandonment issues and needs to be careful when leaving Etho alone so now when Tango leaves the house he asks Etho if he wants to come and always lets him know when he is leaving.

-🦗

They have to spend a while figuring out their boundaries together but they're at a good place now. It helps to plan time apart in advance, so Etho can hang out with others or find something else to do without stressing. If Tango ever leaves suddenly, even for just a walk, he makes sure to leave a message or note. They've got a sign just for that purpose, so it's always the first place Etho can check before panicking.

[p1nk-obl1v1on]

Stromae & Pomme - Ma Meilleure Ennemie

[secretgcrdens]

self- para

No, no. What a cruel twist of fate. Maude tossed the latest issue of Lady Whistledown onto a nearby table as tears stung her dark eyes. She’d worked so hard not to worry about what others thought of her, so she hid her broken demeanor and slipped outside — hoping no one would see.

A poisoned dagger right through the heart.

She felt like her whole world had crumbled beneath her feet — no longer did she feel stable — she was left stranded in the middle of an ocean, barely hanging on to a cliff's edge, feet dangling as she searched for solid ground.

And her father? The Duke? The only person who had never reviled her — never asked her to dim her light. Why had he kept this from her? Surely he would've known she wouldn't judge him for falling in love. Surely he would’ve thought that his own daughter deserved to know who her real mother was.

Had it been that she wasn’t truly wanted? Had her father kept her only as a duty, a kindness? She’d met her aunt a handful of times when she was younger — she’d heard stories of how wild and free she was. Was she a burden that her real mother didn’t want to deal with? Maude knew she was a lot to handle, but how could her own mother deem her unworthy?

And the woman she’d called ‘Mother’ — the woman who’d raised her, held her in her darkest moments, and celebrated Maude in all of her chaos. The woman who’d taken half of Maude’s heart with her in death. Why had she offered Maude such love, such selfless love, when Maude was so undeserving?

No, her anger — her pain — was not harbored for her father, nor her birthmother — not even for Lady Whistledown. No, she was angry at herself for falling short; for not being lovable.

But now, Maude wondered — where did she really belong? And who did she belong to? She wanted to say that she belonged to nobody, she belonged to no one — just herself. Who was she, though? She was a stranger in her own body. How could she belong to herself when she suddenly had no idea who Maude Whitlock was? And Emma, sweet Emma, how would she look at Maude once she knew she was illegitimate?

Her body was no longer stifling cries, she let the tears fall. She let them burn her skin — leaving a charred heart in their wake. Wrapping her arms around her body in a poor attempt to keep herself from falling apart, Maude’s mind raced. What was her next move? Her next step once they’d returned back to Mayfair?

Sometimes, to run is the brave thing.

There's escape in escaping.

[ellinorefm]

──   (  synnøve karlsen. twenty4. cis woman. she/her.  ) thank god you’re here, man - have you seen ELLINORE 'ELLA' ANDERSEN anywhere? i totally lost them after their rendition of long snake moan by pj harvey last night. no? they’re like, aye - high and go to PALLADIAN - i think they’re a SOPHOMORE studying FASHION DESIGN? but who knows, these days. all i know is that they’re CREATIVE & ERRATIC and a CAPRICORN . last night they kept going on and on about how they won MOST LIKELY TO NOT WORK A DAY IN HER LIFE last year, which is cool and whatever, but i just wouldn’t expect it out of them, considering they’re so, like, COMPETITIVE & OSTENTATIOUS , you know? anyways - i’m going to check down by the lamb and flag, i think that’s where they like to hang. text me if you see them, okay? bye! / as penned by kate.  28.  gmt.

triggers: death, mental illness, abandonment tw

growing up, ellinore believed that she was an only child born to an american father and a british mother. she never saw much of her father due to his work commitments so raising her ultimately became her mother's job only. she would grow up splitting time in each country, making sure that she had that connection with her mother's parents, etc. the andersen's were extremely wealthy - her father had inherited millions from his late father and his high flying law career only added to the pot. ellinore's mother had not come from wealth and for some reason, she was ashamed of it. the woman would go on to say how wealth felt very isolating. by the time ellinore was twelve, they'd move permanently to the states for her father to start his own law firm, leaving england behind. the move would hit her mother the hardest.

unfortunately, her mother would pass away just a year later and it would leave ellinore confused, having more questions than answers. it had been clear that her mother wasn't happy - had she missed something? the loss of her mother was a great one - ella turned to partying and considering her father was never home, she had the perfect place to host. many people turned up but there was no one who could she could actually call a friend. it felt like no time at all until her father had replaced her mother with a younger model and this only lead to further resentment. he spent even less time in the house, said that she 'looked too much like her' - the to were married within six months and that raised alarm bells - how long had it actually been going on?

ellinore's own mental health started to rapidly decline and all of the people around her failed to notice. she had managed to make a friend at her new school, someone that stuck by her and defended her when necessary but it didn't feel enough. learning that she had a sister, that her father had cheated on her mother like that, that he had rejected the other - it was the ultimate betrayal. she wasn't good enough for him, that's what it felt like. after that revelation, it made her wonder whether her mother had known and that had caused her quick demise and if so, how much pain she was truly in whilst trying to look out for her daughter at the same time. it was the unknown that greatly upset her. ella didn't trust him, she couldn't. although he hadn't been around much, she did idolise him due to his work ethic but that quickly faded once she learned the truth about him.

she'd got drunk at her birthday party, slept her her friend's boyfriend and suffered what could only be described as a mental break. it had all got too much and she was in such a self-destructive mode that night. despite being hurt, her now ex best friend had been the one to call the emergency services that night. she'd lost everything, her mother, her best friend, her father as she was convinced that he hated her - he only came to the hospital once to visit her and then never again (he was too busy travelling around europe so it was clear where his priorities lie).

all of her higher education plans were cancelled for the meantime. she would go on to study fashion design but was finding recovery rather difficult. it was hard to be in that big house by herself. ellinore had rejected her sister as well but this was the time she was so close to reaching out, however, they didn't know each other, it wasn't like she could reach out for help. two years later, ellinore started to go to university but dropped out six months into her first term. there was a lot of pressure, she felt unsupported, she had become the 'mean girl' stereotype because she knew that people had a hard time liking her so why not just play into it? her sense of self and self-worth was greatly lacking and people saw her as trouble. of course, she was excellent at parties, a charmer just like her father, but it was all surface level and what people said to her face instead of behind her back was very different.

feeling like she was getting worse and worse, she finally reached out to her aunt, in bath, and went to stay with her (it was something she should have done a long time ago). the woman was warm, patient with the challenges that came with having her in the home and letting her adjust. at first, the constant attention did frustrate ella but looking back, it was because the other woman was concerned about her behaviour, about the lack of love her father had shown her, even in her darkest hour. it was her aunt that helped her get back on track, helped her apply to palladian, helped her with her portfolio.

just when ella finally felt settled into this new chapter in her life, another curveball was thrown - what did you mean, her sister now attended the same school as her? it felt like fate was laughing at her, trying to disrupt her life again. it is an unneeded stressor that she never thought she'd account for and she can feel herself starting to spiral again. she's older now so can deal with it a little better but corvina's presence does bring up a really dark period in her life and all the emotions associated with it.

little notes:

she hasn't disclosed her struggles with her mental health and wants to avoid it when possible. however, if she drinks and gets upset, it definitely shows and leaves people wondering what's going on with her.

gets carried away with a party - drinks too much but also never wants to leave until closing, even if she's in tears.

ellinore also has somewhat of a fake standard english accent - her mother's influence, a way to distance herself from her father, lack of sense of self, there's multiple reasons for the accent tweak but she'd been talking like she does for years now and it has stuck.

can really sing! she used to be part of choirs but got bullied for it so hard in her high school freshman year, she quit. calls singing 'lame' but then gets on karaoke and...

is trying to actively avoid bumping into her sister (that won't last long).

isn't sure what she wants to do with her life. she's really into fashion design and fashion (dare i say that she's a fashion queen with her unlimited daddy's money budget?) but isn't sure what she'll actually do with it. the goal would be to become a creative director for a major fashion brand but she doesn't feel that feasible. versace's going to start looking, right? maybe an influencer is more up her street...

is a loewe stan.

loves pj harvey.

a fan of dark nail polish.

sometimes talks in her sleep.

[capitclkarma]

//   (  fabien frankel .  cismale  .  he/him  )  .    ⸻  nixon  north  ,  a  thirty  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  thirty years on and off  .  the  dynamo  is  known  for  being  charismatic  and  bitter  and  is  often  associated  with  an unbuttoned shirt plastered to a sweaty chest , wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night to shade against bright stage lights , an old man in a rocking chair reminiscing on the good ole’ days while the kids roll their eyes behind his back  .  in  a  small  town  where  they  work  as  sound technician for the parrish center for the arts  word  travels  fast  .

BIO.

brief flashes -- a smile , straightening the cuffs of a suit , whispered arguments when they thought he was asleep . the only memories he has of his father .

his mother filled the house with enough love that he never felt he was missing much . still , in the dark hours of the night , nixon wondered why their family wasn't good enough for him .

he developed a passion for music early , and what spare money they had was spent on lessons for him . piano , guitar , drums , voice , he tried everything and loved it all.

she took a second job to provide for her son and make sure he never felt like he couldn't pursue music in the way he wanted .

he started recording songs , posting them on youtube as a hobby , not expecting much to come from it .

until he was flown out to LA to record his first studio album . an instant hit . album sales and merch and soon a tour was scheduled the summer after he graduated high school . nixon packed up , kissed his mom on the cheek and said goodbye to red creek .

nixon took to fame and fortune well . the bright lights caused him to shine rather than sweat . nixon moses quickly became nixon north to up his star factor .

a new album , a new girlfriend at his side , having fallen out with his high school sweetheart sienna . the more sales , the more his ego grew . the drinking , the drugs , the debauchery , nixon embraced it all with open arms .

while he loved being on the road and traveling , every wednesday at 5 , he would be found on the phone calling home .

after some years , people started to grow tired of his generic pop albums . couldn't tell where one album ended and the other began . he hadn't grown or changed , rather he had been sticking with the formula that worked . only it no longer did . paired with the parting and trashing hotel rooms and egging houses , nixon north was fading into oblivion .

his sales had been low when he returned to red creek . he was depressed and moping around town when he reconnected with his ex girlfriend . but he didn't stay in town long before heading out for a final shot at recording a new album .

it was more experimental , more him , but the negative tabloids surrounding his personal life tanked the album sales . a small , short farewell tour at small venues around the country . the final stop in red creek .

surprise struck him stronger than a bolt of lightening . he was a father now . a convenient excuse to tell the paparazzi . he had to temporarily retire to take care of his daughter .

but he was genuine . he didn't want to follow his father's footsteps . he promised sienna he would be committed to her and committed to little cosmia . he would be a better father than anyone could ever dream of . and he would make both cosmia and sienna proud .

PERSONALITY.

he feels almost stuck now . he's still cocky and confident , oozing energy like he just returned home from a world tour . but resentment has made a home in his heart because he knows his glory days are behind him . grinning , he bears it . now focused on cosmia and making sure she has two adoring parents .

he thinks that he is better than most people , but his whole identity was in his career , so he's nothing more than a shell . but he hides those feelings . he's charming , but he's angry that he failed and thinks he deserves better . he won't take responsibility for his own actions that led to the collapse of his career .

he cares about the people close to him , and will do whatever to help them .

HCS.

now that he has a daughter , he is very concerned about safety . he is really against the local government as the disappearances started again . nixon doesn't think this should be happening again , so he's vocal about his opposition .

he sent money to his mom , so she wouldn't have to work , but she did keep working to occupy her time .

song: big shot by fontaines dc

WCS.

people from high school : knew him before he got famous . could be a bragging point , could be a point of annoyance , etc

fans + people who want him as a mentor

enemies : people who are sick of his attitude <3

opposition : people who don't think the police and mayor are doing a good job . this will be developed more later since we're in the early stages of things , but some people who share the same opinions as him

broken heart : maybe he hooked up with someone while he was back home . he wanted to make sienna jealous but maybe the other person developed feelings

[battle-subway-ghost]

Please just

Promise me that you won't go to alola or anywhere else, please promise you won't leave me behind -( @tinkatinktrain)

I’m not planning on going anywhere Mylah. Where are you right now? Did you go back home or something?

[sunshinesfm]

*ೃ༄ 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑰𝑵𝑮 .... 𝑰𝑺𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨 '𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨' 𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑬𝑹𝑶.

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { ISABELLA 'BELLA' LUCERO } walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who { SHE } is ? they kind of look like { MAIA REFICCO } and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { TWENY FOUR } years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last { TEN YEARS }. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { PEYTON SAWYER } from { ONE TREE HILL }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { THE SALTY SAILOR BAR } as a { BARTENDER }. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { CRESTFALLEN } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { IMPULSIVE } at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty { DRIVEN } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { 3 BEDROOM } apartment beside me over in { OCEAN'S EDGE }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!  { NIC. 27. SHE / HER. EST TIMEZONE. }

information:

full name: isabella 'bella' lucero.

age: 24.

occupation: bartender.

residence: ocean's landing.

family: dad ( had never met ), mom, 2 sisters.

favorite color: pink and red.

label: the crestfallen.

hometown: palmview grove, florida.

hobbies: online shopping, going on adventures, spending time at the beach, journaling.

pets: one dog, one cat.

nickname: is, bella, belle, bells.

hair color: black.

eye color: brown.

works at: the salty sailor bar.

counterpart: peyton sawyer.

birthdate: june 13th 1996.

star sign: gemini.

sexuality: bisexual.

pronouns: she / her.

martial status: single.

traits: decietful and charming.

about bella:

bella wasn't really someone that you wanted to mess with first. unless you were able to handle it being given back to you. while she wasn't the type to start trouble first, she certainly would be the one to end it first. for the most part, she has a nice demeanor but she keeps herself guarded and and alert. when it had came to her home life, she never met her father because her parents spilt up when she was younger and he never came back around to meet the family. and because of that fact, her mother worked longer hours and it never felt like she had time for her children. so, with that, it felt as though bella needed to step up a lot more and that's what she had done. after about three years, it was said that her biological father had passed on. since she never met him to begin with she didn't have any feelings towards him, besides for feeling sad about the fact that they never got to really meet. that he never seemed to want to be apart of her life or get to know his children. bella wasn't the only one her parents would've had together. they had her and her two sisters before the spilt. now, her mother is happier than ever and recently remarried with another child on the way. and truthfully, bella couldn't be more happy for her. the man that her mom found had made their family feel like one again. though, bella did have some flaws. whenever she was known to be upset she would immediately push those emotions down. further and further down until she couldn't anymore. these feelings would more than likely be written down in her journal or she would do her best to express herself through her artwork. she loved painting and getting herself lost within her own little world. if you see her around alone, then more than likely you'd catch her with headphones in her ears and her trying to drown out all of the noise. when she's not working at the salty sailor bar, then you'll probably catch her creating a new sketch or putting out some newer artwork. showing people her art? that wasn't exactly something that she was a fan of. a lot of the time she preferred to keep this kind of stuff private. you'd have to be really special or close to her to get a sneak preview at the things that she'd been working on. even if it was old or new, she liked to keep it hidden away until she was finished or her idea was done. bella has always been the type of person to be cautious of the people that she was letting into her life. mainly due to the fact that keeping her circle small was better than too much drama occurring in her life. bella has found that that's had been what's working to be best for her.

headcanons:

bella never had much of a family. she lived at home with a single mother and her siblings.

never had much of a consistent support system due to the fact that her mother was always working and majority of the time it was just her and her sisters at home.

because she felt like no one had cared about her, she soon developed quite the 'i don't care about anything else either.' kind of attitude also.

the person she is the most protective of is her sisters.

she works as a bartender at the salty sailor bar but mostly works during the weekdays.

she's vowed to never abandon her own family if she was to have one one day.

she loves the idea of being adventurous as well as being spontaneous.

bella does not like it when people question her or underestimate her. she knows what she's been through and what she's capable of.

when she says she's going to do something, she usually ends up going through with it.

she is usually seen around palmview with a sketchpad and a pencil with her headphones in her ears.

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

Alexander Reign Scarpa Birthday: April 27th, 1986

Alexander was the third child to be born to Max and Sarah Scarpa in Tulsa, Oklahoma. His childhood was rough between his parents choosing drugs over grocery shopping and leaving his older brother Liam to raise him and their sister, Emma. Both Max and Sarah were in out of jail as well as disappearing for weeks on end. He relied on Liam for everything throughout his childhood; food, clothes, getting to school. Everything his parents should have been doing. The local police knew the family by name with the kids following in their parent's footsteps of getting into drugs and alcohol at a young age, committing petty crimes for money. Despite this, the family kept falling through the holes in the system and the siblings were never removed from the house.

When Alex was 14, he went out to the garage to get a box of waffles from the freezer and found Emma's body. She had overdosed in the middle of the night and died alone. Seeing her like that and knowing she died alone with him and Liam only feet away in the house, he decided he didn't want to die like that. He didn't want to live like his parents anymore.

Shortly after Emma's death, Liam was arrested for being drunk in public, possession, and was ordered by the judge to go to rehab, leaving Alex on his own. While he understood Liam didn't have a choice in leaving, when he never returned after being released from rehab, Alex couldn't help but feel abandoned by the one person in his life who cared for him. It made him angry at the world, not knowing what he had done so wrong in life for his family not to love him. It was when he realized if it was up to him on whether or not he survived.

Alex pushed himself in school to get better grades and bring up his GPA. Food wasn't a sure thing at home but during his school's required cooking class, he fell in love with food and cooking. He found comfort in cooking and knew what he wanted to do with his life. He started applying for scholarships to every culinary school in the country, desperate to get away from Tulsa so he could have a fresh start at life.

Alex excelled in culinary school, having to pick a part time job to help fund his expenses and save up. After graduating, he started the rigorous task of job searching. One of his teachers helped him get a job working as a line cook at Holbox in Los Angeles, CA. He worked there for a year before getting hired at Kali. Another year at Kali and Alex moved to NYC to get a job working the line at Atera. Over several years, he worked his way to sous chef, something he took great pride in considering what he came from.

Alex hasn't seen or spoke to Liam since he was arrested and sent to rehab. Neither Liam nor Alex know they work in the same city.

[kalevalakryze]

I Don't Need A Jedi, I Need You

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Ahsoka Pairings: Shin Hati/ Sabine Wren,  Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren, Ahsoka Tano, Baylan Skoll Warnings: Abandonment, Revenge, Rage, Violence, The Dark Side Of The Force, Healing, Force Bond, Blood and Violence Notes: For Whumptober Day  10  This is going to be small, but def something I plan on delving into more Prompt: No. 10: “You said you'd never leave.” Word Count: 3,174 AO3 Link: Here!

They found him three weeks after Shin had been cleared to get up and start moving. Three weeks after she started the journey of rebuilding muscle and herself. Ahsoka and Sabine left her alone, for the most part. The Togruta’s cloak hadn’t left Shin’s shoulders since that first night, waking with it draped around her shoulders. 

Her tunic had been ruined with blood and holes that even she could not repair, so the Jedi’s cloak became all she had to cover her modesty, though Sabine had helped her repair the straps of her bra. The pants she’d been given upon her reluctant rescue were tied to her waist, double knotted to prevent the article from sliding off. Her pauldrons not longer shined where they sat strapped to her shoulders beneath the cloak, smeared with blood (an unfortunate amount her own), with a thin layer of ripped fabric separating metal and skin. 

Shin’s gloves and pauldrons stopped just before her elbows, bare skin and muscle just barely covered by Ahsoka’s cloak where it sat when her arms were down. Sabine helped give her a proper haircut, though there was nothing that could be done to force the brown from their head, leaving the only blonde in her hair for the frayed Padawan brain that settled over her right collarbone, dirty green beads untouched from where they were intricately woven the last time Baylan had helped them dye their hair. 

When they found Baylan, Shin had only found out through Huyang receiving his comm as droid and apprentice worked on fixing her saber, the charge pack wouldn’t hold and the crystal inside was reluctant; like Shin closing herself off from the force and from the kyber had harmed it. Huyang had spent days working with Shin to work with the blade, to reach back into the pool of the force no matter how much it hurt to reconnect.

It had been impossible, up until this point. The blade kept coming out warbly and unstable, before sparking back into its emitter and threatening to spark through the Apprentice’s hands. Huyang hadn’t even had the time to turn towards Shin, to warn that he knew their thoughts, order them to stay behind. She was gone in seconds, leaving only the tail of Ahsoka’s cloak whipping in the wind as she whistled for her Howler. 

Shin rode hard and fast across the Peridean wastes. The Nomads that had allied with the ‘Rebels’ had done what Shin’s own bandits could not; They found Baylan Sköll, and she would be damned if she let him get away. 

“We need not be at odds.” He was trying to worm his way out of the circle the Nomads had him trapped in, trying to talk his way out in an illusion of peace. Shin slipped from the Howler’s back, boots thudding in the dirt as she breezed closer, shoving past an armored being. Baylan was facing away from her, but she could see the way his shoulders tensed.

“You were supposed to return with the Imperial fleet,” His chin rose, yet he still did not look at her, igniting the anger that sat dormand in her veins. 

“I was supposed to die.” They snarled, venom in their tone as their hand wrapped around the hilt of their saber. The crystal resonated with her anger, with the hurt she knew was pouring off in waves, knew her Master could feel it too, the danger of the person he’d created. “I was supposed to die when Thrawn realized you were gone.” 

Baylan’s head turned until Shin could see the hard line of his lips. “You turned against me.” They snarled, finger hovering over the ignition of their saber. Anger flooded their mind, they could strike him down right here, prove that they could choose for themselves, choose this desire for revenge over it all. 

“Only a Sith deals in these absolutes, Shin. We are not Sith,” He sounded tired, like a father explaining to his child that the park was closed and they could not go play until another day.

“I am what you made me!” When their saber ignited, the orange of her saber was bled out, barely visible behind the tangible reality of the pain Shin had been carrying. “This is the end for you, my Master.” 

Near red arced through the air towards Baylan’s head, he’d seemed to be in acceptance of his fate, Shin could finally be free of this pain. She could finally let the past die, she just had to kill it, and maybe then she would be able to breathe again.

A pillar of pink energy stopped her blade, Sabine Wren placing herself between Shin and Baylan, supporting her saber against a beskar gauntlet. “Shin, you need to stop,” The Mandalorian was out of breath, like she’d ran the whole way here, or had worked herself up at the thought of what she knew Shin would do.

“This isn’t you,” Sabine pleaded, trying to get yellowed eyes to look at her, to turn their murderous intent away from the man at her back. 

“You don’t know me,” Shin snarled, teeth bared. Her muscles were still weak, arms shaking as she pushed against Sabine’s saber, moving one foot forwards to attempt to bring her down like they had on Lothal. 

When the connection broke, Shin sidestepped, avoiding interlocking blades with Sabine again; She wasn’t their objective. If the Mandalorian wanted to stop her, then she would have to take Shin’s like. 

Baylan’s gaze was somber, yet he did not probe the bond he once had with the apprentice, did not offer a vocal apology; He felt he knew how this story would play out, that if Shin would commit themselves to killing him, then it was their destiny. “You promised!” Shin hissed, emotion closing at her throat as she swung her blade. Sabine’s use of the force was growing, enough to prevent the blade from doing much else to singe her Master’s robes. 

Throwing her saber to the ground, Shin decided she wanted to feel the life leave his body. He abandoned her, Thrawn left her to die, and the Force was nowhere when she needed it most. She would not kill him as his apprentice, but as the daughter he raised, as the bandit and the monster he’d crafted. 

Her fist cracked against his jaw with a snap of his head to the side. Her second hit went into the unarmored section of his gut, knuckles cracking over his liver and sending him doubling over. The armor at her knee rang when she brought it up to smash into his chin, his blood flying from his mouth in spittle as teeth cracked under the pressure. 

Shin followed him to the ground, knee pressing into his abdomen as her hands secured themselves around his throat. His hands pressed into her wrists, but the armor stopped him from being able to do anything. “You promised me, Master.” A fat tear dropped onto his cheek as Shin’s face reddened. ‘What did I do wrong?”

A large hand settled against Shin’s shoulder as Baylan’s face turned purple. “You need to let him go, Shin,” Ahsoka’s voice washed over her, urging her grip to loosen. Baylan’s breath rushed past his lips in a choked rasp. 

“No.” They vehemently declined like a petulant child. She wanted it to stop hurting- she needed it to stop hurting so bad. She could feel the stubble of rough hair against her fingertips in the holes of her gloves, could feel the warmth of his skin like a beacon of his life, life that she needed to take away. “He deserves it,” 

“Perhaps,” Ahsoka agreed, kneeling in the dirt beside Shin. “But you don’t want to be the one to do this.” The hand on her shoulder was an anchor, as was the warm thumb that pressed past the thick material of her cloak, rising goosebumps to sweat damp skin. “You don’t know that,” They argued, even as they felt the fight abandon them too. “You can’t know that.” 

“But I do, Shin.” Their eyes were still yellow, overpowering the pools of blue and silver, with dark veins spreading across pale skin, but Ahsoka could see that glimmer of hope, that promise that Shin was still good. “You’re in an unimaginable spot right now. And try as I may, I cannot make this decision for you. You have to decide for yourself.”

Ahsoka’s hand begun to raise from her shoulder, willing to leave Baylan’s fate up to the turmoiled blonde. Two hands wrapped around her wrist, keeping her hand in place; the choice was made. 

“Come on,” Ahsoka guided them up, off of Baylan, guiding their sorrowed eyes away from his broken face. They turned back at him one last time. “You said you'd never leave.”  Sabine was picking their saber from the ground, though instead of offering it back to the Apprentice, the weapon was handed to Ahsoka. Shin did not argue as the Togruta clipped it to her belt; wanted nothing to do with the near red blade, the reminder of how much she was failing in all of her teachings. 

Ahsoka walked with Shin all the way to the shuttle, where she dropped bonelessly into a seat in the cockpit, hands in her lap, staring at the flashes of scarred, pale skin that poked through the holes in her gloves. Their fingers clenched and unclenched; Baylan deserved to die, he promised he’d never leave, promised he would always be there, and yet… He left, he left her alone on a planet far from home, on a mission she did not agree with. 

Now she was stranded on the graveyard planet, housed by the enemy, and abandoning all of the teachings she had once been so eager to learn..

Ahsoka settled into the seat across from her much more gracefully. Her hand reached out once more to touch the cool skin just above their gauntlet, bringing their focus back up. “You did good, Shin,” Ahsoka praised, fingertips grazing tensing muscle, easing the stiffness. 

“I was going to kill him,” They argued, though their voice held no fire, their accent thicker than could translate to basic, words slurring as she reverted to a language that had been dead to her for so long. “I wanted to kill him… I want-”

“But you didn’t, because that isn’t who you are.” “Why is everyone so intent on telling me who I am?” They seethed, leather gloves creaking as their hands flexed in anger. 

“Because you need the reminder that you are more than you’re seeing yourself as, right now.” Ahsoka pulled Shin’s saber from her hip, holding it into the chasm between them. Shin stared at the weapon sourly, as if it could be at fault for her pain. “Take your kyber,”

With a sigh, Shin reached for the saber, though it was pulled away before her fingertips could brush cold metal. “With the force, Kurs’kaded.” Sabine spoke up, alerting the Apprentice to her presence, leaning in the open doorway; she hadn’t heard the Mandalorian come in, the force hadn’t given her the brush of whatever it was she’d grown used to with Sabine’s presence. 

“I don’t need the force, and I don’t need you.” They snapped, rising to their feet harshly. She turned away from her saber and faced the door, staring past the faded paint on Sabine’s pauldron as they started for the door. “I can’t let you go,” Sabine’s hand reached out, pressing on Shin’s shoulder, barring her from the exit. “Not like this,”

“It’s none of your concern,” Shin had growled, fingers wrapped around Sabine’s elbow, rearing to flip their positions, to fight her way out if not for the burn of muscle, than for the promise if she got too far, they would kill her.

“What if you don’t come back, Shin?” Sabine wasn’t looking at her, golden eyes focused on the ragged scars from the blade that had ripped her open, had brought her to them after months of isolation from everything. This was enough to give Shin pause, to stop pressing against Sabine’s hand, and to watch as The Mandalorian’s hand shook where it parted Ahsoka’s cloak further across her bare abdomen.

Her fingertips were cool against inflamed scar tissue, still in the painful process of healing without the aid of bacta or any real medical supplies over the alcohol created by the Noti to help keep it sterilized. Shin swallowed thick in her throat. She could feel the Togruta’s eyes on her back, but the glide of Sabine’s fingers along her scar and the way the Mandalorian’s hand pressed against the plate of armor over her abdomen, where Shin knew her own scar sat healed under all the layers.

“What if you leave, and we can’t get to you in time?” There was a vulnerability to Sabine’s voice, a hurt that Shin found she did not like being the cause of on her face. “What if you come back wrong?” 

“Careful, Mandalorian; Someone might start to think you care.” Their voice was raspy, cracking with unidentified emotion as their hand finally dropped from Sabine’s elbow. 

“Seriously?” Sabine scoffed, the jab of her finger into their stomach had them yipping in surprise, stepping back, away from the shock of pain. “All this and you didn’t figure that one out? Are you a di’kut?” The next time Sabine touched her, it was with the palm of her hand into their shoulder, forcing them back into the chair. 

Shin’s head turned to pass a helpless look towards the amused Jedi Master as Sabine’s fingers gripped at her jaw, forcing them to look her in the eye. “Of course I fucking care. I’ve cared since you stabbed me, I’ve cared since Seatos, I’ve always fucking cared.” 

Shin’s gaze was fixed on Sabine’s narrowed eyes, on the twitch of muscle under the collar of her flight suit, and on the smooth furrow of her brows. 

She’s beautiful…

Ahsoka stood and brushed past Sabine; The Apprentice watched in her peripherals as their saber hilt was clasped to Sabine’s belt, before the Jedi was sweeping from the cockpit with the door swooshing shut behind her.

The moment the door shut, Sabine’s lips were pressing against theirs, urging their eyes to close and their hands to move back to the Mandalorian’s elbows as she leaned onto the arm rests of the cockpit’s chair. 

Shin’s heart thudded against her chest, with each thump entwined with the glide of Sabine’s tongue across her lips, the anger faded, the hurt eased, finally offering the sought after reprieve from the hurt. 

Sabine pulled back, breathing hard as their eyes blinked open. “I care, and I’m not leaving.” She whispered in their shared air, hand raising to brush against their cheekbone before she was leaning back, dropping into the chair Ahsoka had once occupied.

“Now take your saber back; we’ll fix it together,” 

Begrudgingly, Shin sighed and raised her hands. Opening back up to the force after months of trying didn’t go as she’d prepared herself. For the first time since Seatos, it felt like coming home again, as she felt the life spark back into her being, reclaiming her space in the cosmic flow of life, interweaving her story back in the threads of the universe. It was overwhelming and it hurt, until she felt the warmth of someone pressing forward with her, someone whose fate was  so so intricately woven with her own existence. When silver eyes opened, Shin caught the look of concentration on Sabine’s face, and the crack of a smile on her lips when her eyes opened and caught Shin staring. 

It took some work to figure out the flow between them, as Shin’s saber was brought to hover between them, pieces unfolded from each other as they slowly worked to expose the wounded Kyber. She’d bled it a lot, had made her crystal hurt the way Baylan had made her hurt, and it was evident in the darkness and the blood of the force threatening to overshadow the orange, but… it wasn’t too late. 

Shin had many dreams healing from her wounds, months back, but in her fever, she could recall the feeling of Ahsoka’s hands brushing through her hair, of delicate fingers smoothing the rough edges of her braid, and the promise of “It’s never too late.” Passed between the silence, a promise that they hadn’t been able to understand.

Now though, with Sabine’s form rising from her seat, Shin watched as the woman’s fingers brushed against her Kyber, the pad of her thumb trailing along the ridge from where she’d snapped it from the peak on Ilum herself. “It’s okay,” Sabine promised, gently; Shin could feel it, could feel her words and her touch as if her and the Kyber were of the same entity, as if, in the red that Sabine was urging away from the crystal, she was easing the darkened blood from her own presence in the force.

Shaking her head, Shin rose, trapping the Kyber between their hands as they interlocked their fingers with Sabine’s. The Mandalorian glanced at her once, before her eyes shut. Her forehead pressed against their joined hands. Shifting their weight between their feet, Shin’s head bowed, fingers squeezing against Sabine’s. “I am one with the force…”

“And the force is with me,” 

When they separated, there was no red to be found in the glowing Kyber, a bright, vivid orange, paler than she’d seen but still bearing the unique coloring, floated between them peacefully, held up by the combined force of both apprentice and padawan. 

“I know you,” Sabine promised, as they worked to reassemble the saber together. “Forever. You hear me?” She grabbed the saber from its stasis, pressing it into Shin’s waiting palm. “You can stab me, you can call me names, and you can walk away right now, but don’t you dare forget; I know you, and I care.” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Shin promised, closing the distance and hesitantly moving to rest her forehead against the feisty Mandalorian. 

Sabine’s arms circled their neck, noses bumping together as she leaned up on her toes, fingers carding through the short, scruffy hair on the back of their head. “Better… say it again,” 

Rolling their eyes, Shin pressed forward to shut her up, pressing their lips together with little fanfare, hands moving to rest on Sabine’s sides, thumb pressing into the space between beskar and flightsuit to brush against the fabric over her scar. 

Baylan Skoll would go on to become their prisoner, but Shin would not give him the glory of a reaction, or a response when, the next time they visited, her padawan braid was gone, cut with care by the Togruta who held out her hand in kindness when he had left. 

She wasn’t a Jedi and she wasn’t a sith; She was just Shin Hati, and Sabine was just Sabine; together and individually, they were both Enough, and that was good enough.

[ofdesertsandroses]

Dearest Gentle Reader...

you do not know me but rest assured i know you, 𝙻𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝙰𝚂𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴 𝚗𝚎́𝚎 𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙰𝚂. you are the 𝙻𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙴𝙽'𝚂 𝙻𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶. you maybe be known for your 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙻 but it is only a mask for the true nature of your 𝙲𝙰𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 ways. however, i am not here to spread slander on the queen’s jewels, though i suspect you are her 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝚃𝙴𝙺𝚃𝙸𝚃𝙴. the ton says your name reminds them of 𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝙱𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙾𝙰𝚂𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚃, 𝙰 𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴𝚂, 𝙹𝙴𝚆𝙴𝙻𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙾𝙽𝙴'𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂, 𝙺𝙾𝙷𝙻𝙴𝙳-𝙳𝚁𝙰𝚆𝙽 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴𝚈 𝙾𝚄𝙳-𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝙰𝙺𝙷𝙾𝙾𝚁 𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙻𝚂. how scandalous! you have been warned, dear reader, that i will prove if this is true and share every last detail.

Meet Lady Aset Locke...

Full Name: Lady Aset Locke.

Rank: Wife of Lord Locke ; Queen's Lady in Waiting.

Date of Birth and Age: 3rd of August, 1769 ; Three and Forty Years of Age.

Zodiac Sign: Leo Sun.

Place of Birth: Cairo, Egypt ; Raised in Cairo, Egypt; Jerusalem, Palestine; and Cambridge, England.

Gender and Pronouns: Cis-Woman ; She/Her/Hers.

Romantic and Sexual Orientation: Panromantic Pansexual.

Appearance: Blackish-brown, shoulder length curls ; Dark brown, almond eyes with long black eyelashes ; Tan, olive skintone ; Freckles in various parts over her features.

Courting: Married to Lord Locke.

Getting To Know You...

Trigger Warnings: Abandonment

For as long as Aset could remember, her homelands were her heart. With her father originally from a family that own a prosperous olive grove in Al-Quds/Jerusalem and her mother from a wealthy, noble family living in Cairo, believed to be that they were one of the last descendants of the final dynasty before the Ptolemies came to Egypt, it was always fated that her parents would find each other. That her father would come to Cairo with the intent of making trade of his family's olive and za'atar products while her mother's family was one of the potential investors. As soon as Neith and Mahmood met, it was love at first sight. They knew, from that very instant, that they needed to be together. That they were fated to be together.

Mahmood spent awhile proving himself to Neith's family, particularly her father, as to why he was the right man to marry her. For three years, he fought each and every single day until, finally, he convinced them. They were finally married and within the next year, they had their daughter Aset together.

Splitting their time between the two homelands, the move to England had been a rather unconventional idea. One that neither parent had been sure would be the best idea. And yet, they wanted to give their daughter the best education possible and to ensure that she was well-rounded. Initially, they wanted to move to Constantinople, Baghdad, or Tehran, but Cambridge wasn't an awful choice.

She had been ten when they made the move to England. While her governess had taught her English, ensuring that she knew that along with other languages, it had been quite an adjustment at first. Every day, she missed her homelands of Egypt and Palestine. She missed the pyramids that she could see from her bedroom window. She missed playing along the Nile riverbanks. She missed running through the olive groves when she visited family in Jerusalem. She missed roaming through the bazaars of the Old City. She missed it all.

And so, she rebelled. Aset would hardly speak English and she refused to dress, eat, drink, or behave like a "proper English girl". She was happy with her thobes, with her kohl-lined eyes, and her bakhoor-scented hair. Eventually, her parents sat her down and made an agreement: for six months of the year, she'll spend three in Egypt, and the other three in Palestine. But for the rest of the year, she had to live in Cambridge and make an effort. It wasn't ideal, but, she was diplomatic.

And so, she made that effort. While she was noticeably more happy back in the Middle East and North Africa, she eventually grew to like England—well, aside from the winter months. Then the cold was a rather nuisance to her.

The older she grew, the more of an extraordinary young woman she became. It hadn't been a surprise that she garnered many suitors as soon as she entered her first season at twenty-one. However, it had become quite a surprise when she fell in love during her first season. The man became her everything and more, and it only intensified knowing that he was also from a similar culture to her and was originally from the Middle East as well. They married weeks into their courtship and soon enough, they had a daughter they named Seshat, after Aset's favourite Egyptian goddess.

For twenty years, everything was perfect. Or, so it seemed.

Not too long ago, Aset's husband left her. He had fallen in love with another. And while he claimed that he hadn't began an affair, he could no longer be with her while wanting to be with another. And so, he left. As did Aset and Seshat for Mayfair. She explained her newly single status as being a widow, too broken-hearted (and ashamed) to share the truth about the end of her marriage. Not too long after, she met Lord Locke and learned about his own heartbreak. The marriage was sudden and completely unplanned. And yet, here they are now.

If she was being honest with herself, she deeply regrets marrying the man. She isn't in love with him; she doesn't want to be married to him. She wished that she hadn't done so, but believes that it's too late now to go back. And now that she's living in the same household as his children with her own daughter now, she truly has no idea how to get out of this predicament.

Connections...

The Ex-Husband: Aset is still madly in love with him, but is (understandably) deeply hurt and upset about what he has done. I would love it if he has come back into her life! Whether he's still with the person he fell in love with or not, whether he's come back to try and win her affections or to try and be a father to Seshat again, this could be soooo angsty and I'm here for it.

Her daughter, Seshat: I imagine that Aset and Seshat are incredibly close, which only grew more after her husband left them two, almost three, years ago. An FC might be a little difficult, but I'm ready to try and find some that could work!

The Royal Family Connections: Please give me all the connections between those who are also connected with the royal family. I'm still trying to figure out everything regard her being the Queen's Lady in Waiting, but I'm excited nonetheless!

The Homeland Connections: Calling all Middle Eastern and North African/MENA/SWANASA characters! I feel like Aset is instantly drawn to those who are from similar and familiar backgrounds to her, so I'd love for her to have as many connections as possible with those that are also Egyptian, Palestinian, or those who are also Turkish, from the Middle East, North Africa, the Caucasus region, Central Asia, and South Asia.

General Connections: Friends, enemies, acquaintances (either positively or negatively), lovers who are to take her mind off of her ex and current husbands, crushes, those in the same scenes as her, anything and everything!

To be continued with time...

[dreamdstate]

⤑  23,  non - binary,  they / he   𓇢𓆸   enzo becker  just hasn’t been the same since  janurary 2024.  i thought they would get even more  softspoken  and  intelligent  after they got the reason they were abandoned as a child after all own investigations turned up short,  but they’ve only become more  guarded  and  skittish.  i’ve known them for  twenty years,  and i see them all the time at their job as a  i.t technician  at  blackwater town hall,  but something just seems… different.

full name — enzo josiah bemis - becker.

nickname(s) — ?

date of birth & age — september 20th -– 24.

gender / pronouns — non - binary, he/they.

sexuality — bisexual.

species — empty. previously human.

occupation — computer technician at great bear library, otherwise living life as gods fucked up little ken doll.

notable features — various scars – in particular, a bruise looking scar on left knee, scar on face from the accident, in the middle of his forehead.

ABANDONMENT & FOSTER CARE TW born  in  god  knows  where,  united  states,  enzo  has  never  felt  like  he’s  belonged  -----  here,  there,  or  anywhere.  a  constant  search  for  something  more  than  himself,  there  was  never  any  answers  he  could  find,  himself.  born  to  two  anonymous  parents  who  were  much  too  young  to  have  a  child,  enzo  was  found  in  the  typical  fire  station  baby  in  a  basket  kind  of  way.  burnt  to  a  crisp  birth  certificate,  barely  making  out  his  first  name  attached  and  just  about  ready  to  crumble,  he  was  placed  into  the  foster  system  after  a  few  week  stay  with  a  firefighter  family. 

FOSTER CARE & DEATH TW was  placed  with  a  family  for  a  few  months,  then  another,  then  the  becker’s  (  hi  mom!  )  and  he  never  left  after  that.  was  eventually  adopted  by  them  when  he  reached  pre  -  school  age.  this  was  around  the  same  time,  coincidentally,  that  damien  had  passed.  it  was  then  when  he  began  to  shy  away  –  hiding  out  by  himself,  withdrawing  from  what  few  preschool  friends  he  had,  keeping  to  himself.  always  the  meek  kid,  it’s  not  like  they  tried  very  hard  to  break  out  of  their  shell.  enzo  knows  that  this  ever  -  lasting  loneliness  is  probably  his  fault.

schoolyard  blues  hit  him  hard.  spends  most  recesses  inside,  in  the  library,  using  the  shitty  computers  to  play  games  or  just  attempt  to  bypass  the  schools  system  and  google  random  things.  people  interested  him,  but  the  world  did  moreso.  threw  himself  into  his  hobbies  and  interests.  ever  the  collector,  there  was  many,  often  encouraged  by  his  family,  to  continue  to  persue  literally  whatever  he  wanted.  and  so  he  did:  room  filled  with  random  things.  books,  research  that  he  still  doesn’t  quite  get,  eventually  fell  in  love  with  computers  and  all  things  electronics.  started  by  taking  them  apart,  putting  them  back  together,  going  to  junk  yards  and  finding  random  things  and  mashing  them  together  and  failing.  his  own  frakenstein  computer. 

kept  to  himself.  involved  himself  in  the  nerdish  things,  which  also  didn’t  help  him  gain  many  friends,  but  he  was  actively  with  people  and  that’s  all  that  mattered.  time  grows  longer,  enzo  grows  larger,  and  the  fear  subsides,  if  only  a  little.  a  bit  more  self  trusting  and  confident  in  himself. 

graduates  high  school,  doesn’t  go  to  college.  uncertainty  in  himself  about  who  is  he  and  what  they  want  to  do,  enzo  does  what  they  do  best:  fuck  around  with  technology  until  make  it  work,  or  fuck  it  all  up.  it’s  working  so  far  –  working  at  the  town hall is  peaceful. occasionally  crafts  websites  for  those  who  ask,  does  bug  bounties  when  he’s  bored.  tries  not  to  be  too  much  of  a  reclusive  —  trying  to  make  friends.  please  god  please.  maybe  going  to  college?  who  knows.  not  enzo.

now playing — burial  plot  (  dayseeker  )  ,  night  vision  (  drives  the  common  man  )  ,  how  big  is  your  brain?  ( super  american  )  ,  bottle  rocket  (  briston  maroney  )  ,  thinkingoutloud  (  kenny  hoopla  )  . 

last watched — none. movie night ???

inspo — tbd.

MY  DREAMS  HAVE  BEEN  SO  FUCKED,  I  DON’T  KNOW  WHAT  IT  MEANS   [   … 

highly  empathetic  due  to  his  lonely  nature,  tries  to  see  the  best  of  people  even  when  he  so  badly  wants  to  be  a  pessimist.  so  very  kind,  but  extremely  skittish.  approach   like   a   feral   kitten   you   found   on   the   side   of   the   highway   at   3   am   while   interstate   traveling.   occasional   shakes   of   a   treat   bag   are   welcome   and   encouraged. 

if  he  likes  you,  you’ll  know  –  the  jokes  and  quips  he  keeps  locked  up  come  out,  and  he’ll  try  to  get  your  references  and  jokes  (  key  word  on  try:  he’s  trying!  )  .  will  blab  a  bit  about  his  favorite  things  and  do  not  get  his  ass  started  on  computers  and  technologies.   on  the  other  hand,  you’ll  also  know  if  he  doesn’t  like  you.  constant  death  stare  and  acting  like  he  doesn’t  hear  you  when  you’re  talking.  playing  the  silent  game  and  he’ll  win  every  time.  neutral,  you’re  fine.  he’ll  only  stare  a  little  bit  when  he  doesn’t  know  what  to  say,  which  is  always. 

extreme  mama’s  boy  —  after  damien  passed,  he  kind  of  clung  to  pearl  like  a  lifeline.  and  she  was.  his  biggest  cheerleader  and  confidant.  often  feels  like  he’s  worrying  her,  like  he’s  doing  something  wrong  and  not  being  like  his  sister  …  but  he’s  trying  his  best  to  make  her  proud. 

so  very  lonely  by  his  own  design.  but  is  trying  to  stop  doing  this.  blah  blah  blah  something  about  watching  life  go  by  and  see  all  these  people  having  fun  while  he’s  like  squidward  staring  out  the  window.  get  really,  buddy,  and  put  the  mouse  down.  very  much  socially  challenged.  it  used  to  be  a  lot  worse  -  hiding  behind  his  sister  and  mother  in  public  settings,  whereas  now  if  you  catch  him  off  guard,  he’ll  likely  take  a  minute  for  his  brain  to  catch  up,  then  reply  with  only  a  few  words.  does  not  like  to  be  ambushed  or  bombarded.  crowds  freak  him  out,  and  small  talk  gives  him  hives. 

scared  of  his  own  strength,  and  keeps  a  low  profile  —  despite  his  desperate  wanting  for  friends  and  more  people  to  connect  with,  he’s  often  afraid  he’ll  be  the  reason  something  bad  happens  to  them.  a  double  edged  sword.  he  doesn’t  want  to  face  the  blade  the  other  way,  so  he’ll  point  it  at  himself  instead. 

scared.  always  scared.  extremely  stubborn,  and  can  get  lost  in  his  own  head  almost  all  the  time.  please  ensure  he  is  paying  attention  before  you  say  anything  important. 

often  can  be  found  wearing  funny  tshirts  or  big  jackets.  treats  them  as  security  blankets,  like  he’ll  be  able  to  hide  in  them.  he  can,  but  it’s  the  principal  of  it.  has  worn  the  same  thing  for  years,  and  will  continue  until  they’re  simply  a  piece  of  fabric  barely  stitched  together.  tends  to  not  spend  money  on  himself  and  instead  his  family  or  friends.  sentimental  object  holder. 

DEATH  TW         /      a  listener,  not  a  talker.  didn’t  talk  for  almost  a  year  and  a  half  after  damien’s  death  –  being  in  the  house  at  the  time  was  traumatizing,  and  often  near  the  anniversary  and  holidays,  shuts  down  in  a  similar  manner.  grief  does  not  bode  well  during  full  moons,  and  enzo  can  often  be  found  in  his  room  and  away  from  others  during  this.  mildly  concerning,  yes,  but  as  a  child  it  often  lead  to  many  many  meltdowns  –  no  handle  on  his  emotions  and  how  to  keep  himself  in  check.  it’s  gotten  a  lot  better,  but  he’s  not  perfect. 

will  take  any  kind  of  electronic  device  apart  and  out  it  back  together.

includes  but  not  limited  to:  any  apple  product,  any  microsoft  project,  any  nintendeo  product,  walkie  talkies,  phones,  laptops,  mp3  players,  keyboards,  roku’s,  game  controllers,  wiis,  car  radios,  car  steering  wheels,  tablets,  desktops,  radios  /  stereos,  and  the  occasional  hand  held  vaccum.

carries  around  a  tablet  they  stole.  from  who?  aha,  well--  the  screen  is  cracked  to  shit,  and  it  hardly  works,  but  he  loves  it  and  has  had  it  for  a  solid  5+  years.  his  fines  must  be  crazy  on  that  thing.   carries  it  with  him  everywhere.  has  multiple  portable  batteries  just  in  case  there’s  no  way  to  charge  it.  loves  that  thing  like  it’s  a  real  person  and  it  is  like,  unironically  his  best  friend. 

obsessed  with  many  things  actually:  postcards,  pokemon  cards,  limited  edition  coca  cola  bottles,  movies  nobody  else  has  ever  heard  of,  star  trek,  old  sitcoms  from  the  70’s,  wolf  biology,  wolves  in  general,  national  parks,  and  also  cats  for  some  reason. 

obsessed  with  names.  probably  has  a  list  of  his  favorites  in  a  google  document  or  notebook  with  meanings  /  origins  /  etc. obsessed  with  notebooks.  collects  them.  has  some  from  2000’s  he’s  stolen  from  his  mother,  tore  out  all  the  pages  that  had  writing  on  them.  keeps  them  blank.  for  what?  he  doesn’t  know.

takes  things  maybe  a  little  too  literally.  does  not  fully  understand  sarcasm,  thinks  it’s  a  waste  of  time  and  when  he  tries  it,  it  usually  doesn’t  make  sense  or  falls  super  flat,  which  makes  it  funny. 

distrusts  the  government  and  social  media  and  all  that,  but  uses  it  anyways.  likes  to  be  in  with  the  kids  and  what  not.  loves  video  games  despite  this.  plays  minecraft  on  peaceful  and  does  NOT  go  under  ground.  he  likes  to  farm. 

maladaptive  daydreams.  a  lot.  it’s  a  bit  of  a  bad  habit,  now,  and  he  doesn’t  quite  know  how  to  stop  —  tries  to  play  it  off  to  little  avail  because  dude  doesn’t  have  a  cool  bone  in  his  body. 

KEY PLAYERS : WANTED.

friends.  dear  god  get  this  guy  something!!!!  jsut  kidding.  but  i  think  it’d  be  fun  to  explore  actual  genuine  friendships  ..  maybe  they  went  to  school  together?  maybe  theyre  neighbors?   maybe  they’re  new  and  town  and  want  to  take  him  as  their  pet  dog?  idk.  the  worlds  our  oyster. 

older  sibling  /  parental  figures.  i  think  this  is  also  rlly  fun  bc  he  is  a  very  concerning  individual  so  unfortunately  he  attracts  the  kind  adults  around.  maybe  knows  his  sister  and  mom?  family  friends  he’s  known  since  bebehood?  ..  a  sweet  kid  but  god  damn  it’s  like  watching  paint  dry  with  you  boy.  would  probably  try  to  cause  a  ruckus  in  their  home,  however.  watch  your  dvd  players  closely. 

mutual  dislike.  perhaps  something  happened  and  they’re  just  like  >.>  at  each  other?  it  takes  a  lot  for  enzo  to  actively  dislike  someone  and  try  to  bore  holes  into  their  head  by  staring  so  this  would  be  fun.

good  /  bad  influences.  those  people  who  are  like  brother  ..  my  friend..  you  need  to  be  at  the  club.  and  try  to  get  him  there.  devil  and  angels  on  their  shoulders,  if  you  will.  people  who  try  to  get  him  out  of  their  shell  either  way. 

grump  x  sunshine  dynamic  is  my  fave.  so  hello.

one  sided  crush  wld  be  cutesy  ..  like  boy  get  real.

[battle-subway-ghost]

Did… did kura abandon his not-child?

He abandoned a teenager that he was essentially fucking mentoring, is what he did.

What better way to crush a young trainer's dreams than, I don't know, fucking leaving with barely a single word?

[daluy0ng]

(   chloe bennet  .  cisfemale  .  she/they  )       —       blasting  birds of a feather by  billie eilish down  main  street  we’ve  spotted  PAISLEY MǏN LIÚ sporting  their  baby blue flloral sundress combined with her lowcut converse.  the  thirty  year  old  DRAGON  who’s  been  in  town  for  two months  often  can  be  seen  non-stop studying either on her ipad mini or a medical book in hand with both feet up the table in the break room, taking power naps in the supply closet, ordering her usual americano with three shots of espresso and a muffin at hallowed grounds before shift, partying at envy during her days off,  or  working  as  a/n  ER DOCTOR  at  PORTUM GENERAL.  people  say  they  display  passionate  and  taciturn  traits,  but  we  rather  trust  their  vibes:  sticky notes always ready in her coat pocket, coffee-stained shirts due to her being careless during her readings, listening to a single playlist with a mix of genres so different from each other.  also,  we’ve  heard  they  love  REESE’S PEANUT BUTTER CUPS !   aren’t  they  fascinating ?

FULL NAME: dr. paisley xin liu, m.d. NICKNAMES: pais AGE: 30 / august 2nd, 1994 GENDER & PRONOUNS: cisfemale, she/her FACECLAIM: chloe bennet HEIGHT: 5’6” SEXUALITY: bisexual OCCUPATION: ER doctor

tw: abandonment

motivated by the sense of greatness and being one of the pride and joys in her family, paisley always felt the need to always do well in her endeavors, whether it be some math olympics in elementary school, debate team most her high school or studying for so many years to get her medical degree, she had put so much focus in it, with my heart and soul, as she would always say. most people would say the young liu had pressure on her shoulder, yet she says different, being able to carry that weight well, she wanted to push herself.

she looks up to her brother, fletcher, with such admiration, at a young age, paisley hoped to have that strength he has, the courage. so outside of it all, her goals, she considered him one of the most important people in her life. both were different, he had the strength, and she has the wit, yet the liu siblings got along well. she would observe, perhaps one of the audiences watching how him and karina, easily got so close. she’d trail after him most of the time, making sure he knew she was always there for him, even after something snapped and changed at such a young age, her not understanding it yet, but there was a rift slowly building up between them. it wasn’t her fault, she knew that, but it sucked dealing with the growing distance, until eventually he had left, for karina, she knew that, even though it was something beyond her understanding, she knew her brother had his reasons.

and for something similar to that, eventually, the aspiring doctor would understand.

once she started college, she moved away from her family to remained focused, and regardless of how it was, she kept her goals in her mind, not wanting to disappoint not only her parents, but mostly herself. she had grown to have this tendency to beat herself up over such small failures. she can’t be just good, especially in the path she was taking.

after she graduated from medical school, the woman then moved once more, to take up a residency program, and that’s where she meets and got close with one of the other aspiring doctors taking up the program as well, of course, usually it was kind of a tight ship there, but with the two hitting it off instantly made things bearable for paisley. she didn’t like having a shoulder to lean on, but they made it so easy, cracked the hard exterior she’s always had growing up and before she knew it, they had a hold of her heart. if she were to think about it, they her first love, though she would never admit that out loud, spending times in on-call rooms, either giving each other a pop quiz, arguing about anything and everything, or just talking about their days, one finding the other taking a nap in the supply closet, to them hanging out outside of the hospital, those turning into dinner, into them basically realizing that they’re in love with each other. of course, they tried to make it work, but with the lines of their personal and professional relationship blurred out over time, and that terrified her. one day, out of nowhere, during one of their shifts, paisley made the decision to cut ties with them.

and that’s when she’s disappeared, with portum showing in her path. a town filled with supernatural, what felt like the right place for her to use her learnings to good use, and would also understand her better than the outside.

[cherryw1nes]

{ monica bellucci, cis woman, she/her } Is that LUCREZIA BARONE? I heard the FIFTY-SEVEN year old works as a PHILANTHROPIST. Which makes sense, seeing how they are PASSIONATE, but can also be CALCULATED. Do they know what’s going on in the city? I heard they are a DIRTY CIVILIAN with ties to THE FAMILY.

FULL NAME: LUCREZIA CHIARA BARONE, NEE; FERRANTINO.

NICKNAMES: LUCE, ZIA, MRS. BARONE.

DATE OF BIRTH: TBA.

AGE: 57.

ZODIAC: TBA.

BIRTHPLACE: ROME, ITALY.

CURRENT RESIDENCE: TBA.

OCCUPATION: PHILANTHROPIST.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: WIDOWED.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: BISEXUAL.

LANGUAGES: ITALIAN & ENGLISH.

Born and raised in the slums of Rome, Lucrezia grew up in poverty. Her father died when she was an infant, killed in a shootout with an opposing mob. Her mother raised her as best she could, but due to mental illness and the trauma of the loss, her children were left to fend for themselves. Being the eldest, Lucrezia practically raised her two younger siblings, taking over the role as the primary caregiver when their mamma was too busy soothing her sorrows with liquor and running off for days at a time.

At the age of 13, Lucrezia became involved in petty crime; she began stealing before she found her way into drug dealing. At first it was softer drugs like marijuana before she graduated to the harder stuff; meeting a young man by the name of Arlo Barone, he swept her off her feet and promised her a way to earn extra money to feed herself and her siblings. It didn’t take long for them to fall in love, and as they say… they rest is history.

Fast forward 44 years, Lucrezia now calls Los Angeles home, having followed the Barone’s across the globe to make a new life for herself. She’s a mother of two, a devoted wife and well-known philanthropist and charity founder within the city.

Unfortunately, things didn’t turn out the way she had imagined… Her husband, Arlo, is dead and she’s struggling to accept that. Doing everything in her power to cope, but luckily for her, she has the Barone’s, and even with her husband no longer earth side, she will always be a member of the Barone family. 

[mvyhvms]

⸻ CHARLOTTE “LOTTIE" KINNEAR has resided in telluride now for twenty one years and is known around town as being very STUBBORN, but the friends they've made would say the asha banks lookalike is more ADAPTABLE. she is currently working as an assistant manager at cask & vine. for being only twenty one they look incredible, don't you think ? they almost remind me of dark eyes that look as they hold a multitude of secrets in them & dark curly hair pinned behind her ears as she concentrates on the task at hand. ⸻

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂

full name: charlotte kinnear. nickname/s: lottie, lots. age: twenty one. date of birth: october 30. star sign: scorpio. height: 5'8''. hair colour: dark brown. eye colour: brown. family: tbd. occupation: assistant manager at cask & vine. sexuality: pansexual. songs that remind me of her: the archer by taylor swift, matilda by harry styles, waiting room by phoebe bridgers

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

charlotte's existence was a result of two teenagers who did not think about protection after losing their virginity to one another on prom night. the moment her father found out about her mother being pregnant, his whole family moved out of town, not wanting to ruin his future. her mother decided to go through with the pregnancy and her grandparents helped out whilst her mother completed high school and graduated.

when she was two, her mother decided that being a mom was not what she wanted and left town to go to college. lottie does not remember anything about her mother besides what she saw in photos growing up, her mother never came back during holidays or important events. her maternal grandparents raised her the best they could but they had already raised one child, they weren't too happy to be raising another.

at the age of thirteen, her maternal grandfather passed away. after that, her maternal grandmother became withdrawn, it was as though, she was no longer there. lottie had to make sure everything in the house still worked, that they had food, that her grandmother ate and showered and dressed. a lot of responsibility for a young girl.

lottie never felt any sense of direction of what she wanted to do with schooling and life afterwards. she had spent so much of her time on her maternal grandmother that she forgot about herself. however, her maternal grandmother passed away 2 years ago and lottie has been on her own ever since. she had sent her mother a message about the death out of courtesy but lottie never heard anything back.

lottie spent a lot of her teenage years rebelling, doing things she shouldn't be. who cared about consequences when no one cared what she was doing ? doing anything to make her feel alive.

she is currently the assistant manager at cask & vine, a job she doesn't love but doesn't hate it either.

lottie has classic avoidant attachment issues. she keeps everyone at arm's length because no one can leave her if she doesn't let them in. she has enough emotional scars without letting someone else close enough to hurt her. she often plays things off with sarcasm or a masked smile, keeping things light and surface level.

[bullsh1tterz]

@downs1de : : REPLIED.

i want to hear about his childhood

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 #𝟒: 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌'𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃.

Do bear in mind that any and all of what I say here is my own thoughts on what my Adam's childhood was like. The source material doesn't cover much besides the fact that he's got a brother - at least as far as I'm aware. These are scattered and randomized bullet points detailing aspects of that childhood. Not all of them relate to each other.

TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR: Abandonment, child neglect, gambling && child abuse.

Adam doesn't remember much of his mother. She left when he was four, never looked back and he never saw significance in seeking her out. Still, he's managed to carry the abandonment issues she's given him into adulthood.

Plenty of his anger comes from disappointment after disappointment in his father. The man was never home. And it's not like he was some workaholic rich bitch so they'd at least be well-off, no. He was just never interested in taking care of him or his brother. He was often out drinking, betting on the horses or trying to hit on women who weren't interested in him.

Adam's childhood was, for all intents and purposes, empty. His older brother, Benjamin, was his primary care-taker, but it's not like a teenager's a good enough substitute for a parental figure. Especially one who'd have clearly rathered they be with their mother, often gushing to Adam about what she was like and telling him how the only thing their dad loves is his work. Benjamin was generally less nosy and observant than Adam, who figured out their father's constant claims to have been working late were nothing short of bogus when he got too suspicious and followed him around.

He was especially good at playing hide and seek. He knew where to hide whenever specific people were the seekers and often found it easy to track his friends down.

He was lower middle-class for the first half of his childhood and slowly devolved to the lower class the more his father splurged on nonsense.

Adam wasn't the worst at making friends, but he wasn't the best, either. He still had that tongue of his when he was younger, granted everything coming out of it was less crude at the time. He was open and honest but that very honesty cost him many a dramatically-inclined friendship. He never quite gave up on meeting new people until well into his senior year, though.

Adam wasn't great at school, but he wasn't completely terrible either. He didn't know jack about mathematics and found literature pretentious due to his teachers, but art, physical education and history were some of his favorite classes. He especially enjoyed working on projects and little "research papers" for school.

The biggest stifle - or more like the most traumatizing aspect - of Adam's childhood was his grandfather, who didn't take to Adam's more rebellious nature. Unlike his Father, Adam's grandfather was not neglectful: he was outright abusive. Whenever his father would drop him off at his place, Adam would do his best not to interact with the man or to cater to his temper. Still, old, repressed and clearly terrible-natured, Adam's grandfather would find something - anything - to be mad at him or Benjamin for and then proceed to "discipline" them. Benjamin did not get off scott-free, but, being older, he did not have to go to their grandfather's house as much as Adam would. Adam does not like talking about this for obvious reasons, and has since suppressed any and all of his feelings regarding his grandfather - as opposed to his father, whom he'll happily curse out and talk shit about if asked by someone he trusts.

Benjamin, even though taking care of Adam often in the sense that he fed him and taught him how to do most things, always kept a certain distance between him and his younger brother. Adam resembled their mother more - even used to speak a little in her cadence, so Benjamin didn't like the reminder and often felt jealous. Adam didn't understand that jealousy because all he felt towards his mother as he grew was resentment, but he often ventured to soothe Benjamin by flattering him.