#abandonment tw

[p1nk-obl1v1on]

Stromae & Pomme - Ma Meilleure Ennemie

[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?

[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.

[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.

[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.

[hmshermitcraft]

Pearl definitely didn’t have a great childhood. Considering the fact her parents abandoned her all alone while she was asleep as a child so she decided to grow up alone so she would never have to suffer the feelings of being abandoned again.Until she of course,met the hermits.It was really just supposed to be a quick exchange but things happen yknow? So she inevitably grew a relationship with all of them.

That wasn’t the bad thing of course,the bad thing is that because of her relationship with them she was obviously terrified to lose them.So in return she wouldn’t sleep.She thought if she did they would leave while she was vulnerable and unaware,just like her parents did.She didn’t think it was a bad idea, she didn’t even think anyone would notice! That was until she started losing balance,she always looked out of it,she wasn’t really talking properly,etc.

The others were obviously worried they couldn’t really find out what was wrong with her until someone caught her up working late at night,probably to distract herself.So one night they went to her base and tried to put her to bed.It ended up being a very emotional but somehow well night.Once she realized they were trying to put her to sleep she tried protesting and it didn’t take long for her to burst into tears.It took a while but calmed down a bit and then told them about what happened when she was younger, and how she was scared she would lose them.

They then all hugged and reassured her that they would never leave her,because she was just as important as everyone else on the server is, even if past experiences made it hard to remember that. They all stayed at her base and played games and watched movies before heading to bed,and when they did head to bed they made sure to be right by Pearl’s side. It took a couple of minutes,but Pearl did eventually fall asleep. And when she woke up for the first time in a while to see them all still being there, she burst into tears again, but this time they were very,very happy ones.

It always felt... Silly to her. She's not the only hermit who's experienced tragedy and trauma in her life, but they've all gotten over it (they haven't, as she eventually realises.)

It was hard to trust them all encouraging her to sleep. Even as hermits fell asleep around her - Bdubs passing out as soon as he hit the pillow, hogging an entire blanket, Impulse with his arm over Pearl and snoring, Mumbo somehow looking perfectly comfortable despite both Grian and Scar on top of him - she felt like it was just a matter of time. She'd close her eyes and they'd all be gone.

She's never been happier to be proven wrong. Not confident enough to go back to sleep, but she can spend the morning watching her sleepy hermits instead.

[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Taylor Kinney

full name: Everett Ellington

nickname(s) / goes by: Rhett

pronouns & gender: cis man, he/him

sexuality: heterosexual

birth date: July 15th, 1980

birth place: Merrock, Maine

arrival to merrock: local!

housing: Rural Countryside

occupation: Part Time Fire Safety Consultant & HVAC Specialist

work place: City Hall/Fire Hall (I’m not sure if there’s anywhere in town that he could be contracted out for the HVAC specialist so I’m going to say for now he’s self employed through that and works as a fire safety consultant through the fire hall still. 

family: Daughter - (Isla Ellington [27]), Younger Brother - (‘Joe’ Ellington [37]), Younger Brother - UTP Ellington [39], Younger Brother -  UTP Ellington [40], Older Brother - UTP Ellington [48]

relationship status: Widowed

PERSONALITY

Rhett is known as someone with a pensive personality. He’s often known to reflect on the hardships in his life that has brought him to where he is today, while also dwelling on the things that have become most important to him over the years. He isn’t one that takes personal events and life’s struggles or changes lightly, but yet he embraces them with every part of him; there’s a likelihood that those around him would never know the difference as his demeanor wasn’t usually one that changed if he was stressed, happy, sad or excited. Growing up, Rhett would often be found helping all of those in need, doing anything he could to help others; between helping elderly people at the grocery store, to helping neighbors build things like bird houses, fix fence posts or even plant things in gardens. He wasn’t really a kid that enjoyed his home life too much, and while his family was always good to him, he’d just much rather be out helping others do whatever they needed help with than to be sitting at home. Friends and family often describe him as diligent and humble. Just ask Theo Browning about the time that Rhett made it all the way to the state level with his historical research project and he barely made an announcement he was going before his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment from the attention. Or the time that he received a medal from the bus driver for saving someone from a choking incident; but of course Rhett wasn’t one to announce it until his photo was in the school newspaper. Despite the good things that people say about him, Rhett is also known to be secretive and moody. Truthfully if you get to know him he’s not really either, but, he doesn’t like to talk about his feelings which makes people think he’s a bit secretive. Without at least three cups of coffee to start his morning, he is known to have a bit of an attitude but that won’t last for too long. Just talk to him post his morning coffee and you’ll see that’s the truth. If you’re ever curious about what he does around Merrock, a few places that you could check to find him could be Mack’s downtown where he’s likely trying to convince himself to get the double decker burger he’s heard everyone talk about. It supposedly pairs well with a chocolate strawberry milkshake, but, he tries to avoid drinking dairy if he can help it. On Saturdays he’ll even go down to Page Turners to check their stock on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle collection he’s been collecting since he was a child. Cassidy’s Candies has become a staple for him throughout the last few years; he’s usually buying wax bottles and bottle caps that he likes to snack on throughout the day. Wednesday’s is his grocery store runs and he typically starts it out with a trip to The Fish Market if they’re open; he even makes cod and asparagus if the market is open. If it’s not, it’s definitely off to The Little Corner Market where he buys the supplies for a steak and potato night; he’s truly a man that would follow the ‘meat and potato diet’ regularly if you let him. Friday mornings are typically started off with a visit to Flour Co. where he buys two chocolate eclairs and a cup of black coffee on his way to his duties for the day. His weekends are spent fishing on the water, and Great Outdoors is always his go-to for updated gear, fishing lures or bait. And if you’ve checked those places and he’s not at work, maybe go by Pinecrest Cemetery where the love of his life is buried. He could be sitting on a blanket keeping her up to speed on his life lately after placing a fresh bouquet of flowers on her grave.

WRITTEN BY: Katelyn (she/her), EST.

BACKGROUND / BIO

triggering / sensitive content warning: Loss of a spouse, abandonment, grief, disownment, financial struggles, teen pregnancy, death, spousal death, fire-related death

July 15th, 1980: The Birth of The Broken Bird

Everett "Rhett" Ellington’s life began in a fire hall in Merrock, Maine, on July 15, 1980. He was abandoned there shortly after birth, left without family or a sense of belonging. Just two days later, the Ellington family—a couple with a son of their own, Alan JR. (AJ) —adopted Rhett and welcomed him into their home. The family was loving, though struggling to make ends meet. Alan - Rhett’s adoptive father - worked hard, but they were far from well off within their later years. Especially once they adopted what was once known as ‘The Wilson boys’- Rhett’s two younger brothers Bobby and Billy, and then later on when Rhett was seven and his baby brother Joe came into their lives. The family’s house was small for what became a family of seven, and growing up in tight quarters meant Rhett spent most of his childhood on the bottom bunk in the bedroom he shared with his AJ. Though they were never without food or clothing, the house felt too cramped for the five growing boys, and the confines became stifling.

Rhett’s mother - Susannah - , a stay-at-home mom, kept the family in order, shuttling her children to school and extracurriculars. They were an extremely religious household, heavily involved in their local church. That had been were Bobby and Billy came from; their mother had been a young girl who had hit a bad patch in her life and Susannah and Alan had graciously taken the boys in to raise and provide for them. And while the church community had always been really close knit, and a huge part of Rhett’s childhood, Rhett’s faith was never truly his own, but his parents' commitment to their beliefs shaped his upbringing. The family attended services twice a week and on holidays, and Rhett and his brothers participated in various church activities and were also heavily involved in the youth there. Although he never shared the passion for church that his parents did, Rhett found a sense of purpose in the historical aspects of the faith. He even participated in church plays, and it was during the Christmas play that Rhett first met Naomi Tyler.

1989: A Bond Like Brotherhood

Naomi wasn’t the only friend that Rhett would make in his childhood that would make a lasting impression on him. When he was nine, Rhett met Theodore Browning, and an immediate bond that would turn into more of a brotherhood would form. It had been the first day of school and the class was engaging in one of those traditional ‘who are you’ get to know you activities, and Rhett had gone after Theo. After introducing himself to the class, an innocent encounter at lunch had formed something beautiful. Turned out that Theo’s brother’s middle name just so happened to also be Everett - a really cool coincidence for nine year old children - and that had been reason enough to prompt the other into asking Rhett to play with him at recess. The rest was truly history. They’d spend hours outside together, playing, laughing, dreaming about their futures. It was truly the start of something great; two boys that would always be there for each other. 

1993: Finding His Future in Her Eyes

Rhett was thirteen years old when he played the role of Joseph in the church’s Christmas play. That was the year he met Naomi Tyler, a twelve year old girl whose quiet confidence immediately caught Rhett's eye. Their relationship started innocently enough, with Rhett doing everything he could to get Naomi's attention—picking flowers for her, slipping drawings of hearts with her name in them. By the time they were teens - him fifteen, her fourteen - they were inseparable, falling in love amidst as easily as if they’d been doing it all their lives. His romance with Naomi blossomed quickly and rapidly, causing the church to raise a brow at how much time the two were spending together. Whispers of “you shouldn’t be spending so much time with a girl, you’re much too young.” or “don’t you run away with that boy now Naomi, you’ll get yourself into trouble.” but they didn’t care. The only thing that they cared about was that they were in love; Naomi would do anything for Rhett and the same for him. Naomi was the most important person to him, and he knew even at the age of fourteen that she was who he was going to spend the rest of his life with. The two took their relationship to the next level sophomore year of high school after homecoming, sealing a bond that would never truly be broken. 

1997/1998: And Then Everything Falls Apart

College prep was in full swing as Naomi and Rhett began thinking of their future with college. Rhett had decided he wanted to join the fire academy to become a firefighter, which he could do from anywhere at any time. Naomi had dreams of becoming a doctor, wanting to travel the country to help out wherever her heart took her. He’d follow along, even if that meant going to college somewhere out of state. He didn’t mind as long as they were together. The two studied hard, making mostly A’s, acing SAT’s and ACT’s and any other test they could need to get into good colleges around the world. However, their lives changed when at the age of seventeen - sixteen for Naomi - they found out she was pregnant. Their lives that had been so carefully planned out, were abruptly thrown into disarray. Immediately picking up more shifts at the pizza place he was already working at, Rhett began doing everything he could to save up for their baby. His deeply religious parents, however, were unable to accept his choices, disowned him and kicked him out of the house. Homeless and about to become a father, Rhett moved in with Naomi’s family determined to create a life for the family they were creating. It was at this point Rhett began to withdraw from the church, heartbroken by his parent’s rejection. He still believed faith as a whole was important, but to him, being a good person mattered more than the stigma of the church.

Shortly after his eighteenth birthday and graduating high school, Naomi gave birth to their daughter, Isla Kate. The couple juggled work, caring for their newborn infant, and attempting to balance the demands of school, work and their new family. They somehow made it work, getting married in a tiny ceremony in Naomi’s family’s yard after her eighteenth birthday. 

  2002: Pursuing A Dream - The Fire Academy

By 22, with Isla now four years old and preparing for school, Rhett and Naomi decided to pursue their dream of becoming firefighters. Rhett had earned an Associate’s degree in Fire Science, and with the support of Theo, who had also joined the fire academy, the two friends embarked on a rigorous and transformative journey. Naomi joined them after many years of tending to a child solely (giving up many dreams she had of becoming a travel nurse), and though they faced many challenges—balancing training with family life and financial strain—their efforts paid off. The academy marked the beginning of a career that would change their lives. Rhett became a firefighter and eventually rose to the rank of lieutenant, while Naomi stayed on as a firefighter. In 2005 when Rhett’s youngest brother turned eighteen, he asked if he could move in with him and Naomi to live his life with the brother he’d always been closest to. While it was tight, the couple made it work and took in Joe - who had a disability requiring him to be unable to live on his own - now giving themselves more responsibility along with raising Isla. Though, having Joe in the house was a blessing in itself. Isla was crazy about her Uncle Joe and oftentimes she’d prefer him over her parents anyways. It truly felt as if the family that had once abandoned him was being rebuilt through the eyes of his daughter and his youngest brother. 

2012: It All Went Out in a Blaze of Glory

Living life as a firefighter you put your life on the line every single day. There wasn’t a day you attended duty that you weren’t risking your life to save someone else’s. It was what made them heroes at the end of the day, and while having two parents in the field was scary enough, Rhett and Naomi made a great team. They worked for opposite shifts so that there was no chance of anyone saying anything about their relationship given Rhett’s rank, which often helped out with Isla and Joe; someone was always home. It was what seemed to work best for them and despite the fact that they rarely saw each other, the love they had never faltered even when things were tough schedule wise. It was on Christmas Day, 2012 that Rhet’s world shattered. A devastating house fire broke out, and Naomi, despite Rhett's pleas to stay home, volunteered to respond to the call. Rhett stayed behind with Isla, but the fire quickly spiraled out of control. Naomi and two other firefighters lost their lives that night. The grief was unbearable. Rhett took a three-month leave from the fire department, struggling to cope with the loss of his wife, his best friend, and the future they had worked so hard to build.

Rhett's grief was all-consuming, and the subsequent months were filled with mourning and trying to navigate life as a single father to Isla, who was now fifteen years old. Despite the profound pain, Rhett eventually returned to work, though his role had shifted. He could no longer work in the same capacity as before. Instead, he transitioned into fire safety inspections, focusing on preventing the kind of tragedy that had stolen his wife from him.

2013 - Current: Always Gotta Move Forward

Rhett’s healing process was slow and difficult, but over time, he managed to start living again. He bought an old farmhouse in the rural countryside, a home he had planned to share with Naomi, and began making it his own. He became certified in HVAC to save money on home repairs, and while he continued working with the fire department in his new capacity, his life was far from what he had envisioned. Dating proved difficult, and though he tried a few times, none of the relationships ever felt right. His focus was on Isla, Joe, and building the life he and Naomi had dreamed of.

As time passed, Rhett slowly began to realize that he could still live a meaningful life, even if it wasn’t the one he had imagined with Naomi. The memory of her, and the love they shared, remained a powerful force in his life. Now, with a renewed sense of purpose, Rhett started to embrace the life he had ahead of him. He had lost so much, but he had also gained something new—a sense of resilience, and a deep understanding of the value of love, sacrifice, and living authentically.

Now in his 40s, Rhett is learning to live the life he should have all along. Though the scars of his past will always be with him, he is determined to honor Naomi’s memory by living a life that is full, meaningful, and true to who he is. His journey is one of redemption, healing, and the slow, steady discovery of happiness once more.

[moonglowmuses]

❝ it was my mistake to trust in fate. ❞ ( amanda & anyone )

"i don't think that i trust in fate. not really." she hadn't believed in fate her last set of rotations around the sun. she couldn't. if she believed in fate, then there were reasons behind her father's abuse. her mother's departure. her addiction and relapses. and that was too painful of a reality for the woman to handle. being reunited with john in a new universe felt fateful. but she struggled to acknowledge it as such, all the same. "do you believe in fate? or did you, if you don't now?" she wanted to better understand her companion's perspective.

@xtinyslip

[p1nk-obl1v1on]

Credit to @cheeeezeham on TikTok

[anniesuriya]

(DAVIKA HOORNE, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER) Oh, is that ANYA "ANNIE" SURIYA? I heard the THIRTY year old is RESOURCEFUL. But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also GUARDED. Makes sense seeing how they are a TECH in the THE SOCIETY gang. (lune, 30+, she/her, est)

I. FACTS

full name — anya suriya

nicknames — annie

age — thirty

gender/pronouns — cis female, she/her/hers

orientation — bisexual

birthday — nov. 16

zodiac — scorpio

birthplace — bangkok, thailand

ethnicity — 1/2 thai, 1/2 white (belgian, english, german)

languages spoken — english & thai

height — 5’9

hair color — brown

eye color — brown

scars — various light scars on her fingers from a lifetime of tinkering, a burn mark on her right hand from trying to make a birthday dinner for her mother & spilling hot oil, a scar on her left leg from a knife fight, small scar on her jawline from falling off of a bike as a kid

tattoos — dragon on her right forearm, a lotus on her left wrist

pet — a cat named chihiro. she's a huge dog person but found chihiro as a kitten and kept her despite usually not liking cats

gang — the society (tech)

II. PERSONALITY

positive — resourceful, kind-hearted, resilient, compassionate, charming, intelligent, self-assured, friendly

negative — guarded, guilt-ridden, cynical, indecisive, secretive, stubborn, self-destructive

likes — spicy food, dogs, her cat and her cat only lol, alone time, late nights, small thoughtful gestures, photography, rain, horror movies, vintage clothing, antihero characters, folklore and legends, abandoned places, whiskey sours dislikes — being controlled, flashy displays of wealth, over-consumerism, crowded or overstimulating environments, fakeness, flattery, winter, mice, bugs, seeing people in pain, expensive restaurants, clear liquor

fears — fear of losing her empathy, spiders, heights, being alone, hurting someone she cares about, never knowing who she truly is, not being in control

habits — smokes when stressed, carries a worn-out satchel with her at all times, always has snacks in her bag, constantly checks her phone, steps back from physical affection like hugs, often speaks in half-sentences, collects trinkets, always has a picture of her mother in a locket, counts change compulsively, eats street food at every opportunity

hobbies — biking, running, yoga, photography, cooking, volunteer work, community service, sketching, collecting old technology (flip phones, vintage radios, keyboards), urban exploration

III. ABOUT

Annie was born in Bangkok, raised in a cramped apartment by a mother who worked long hours to make ends meet. Her mother, who worked in a factory, always tried to shield Annie from their circumstances. But poverty had a way of creeping into their lives. It was ironic that they struggled since Annie's father was wealthy. Annie’s parents met while her father was working in Bangkok. Their relationship, however brief and ill-fated it was, resulted in the birth of a daughter. Once she was born, her father became increasingly detached, visiting sporadically and eventually just sending some money. He never really formed a real bond with his daughter.

As a child, Annie didn’t fully understand why her father was absent. There were times he would send presents. Letters. A call on her birthday. But they felt hollow. Like they were tokens of guilt, not true affection. She was seven, looking out the window, envisioning him pulling up in a taxi with his bags—there to stay. But as she got older, it became clear that he didn’t see her as a priority. She was a part of his past. Someone he could compartmentalize, forgetting about her whenever it suited him.

Annie's intelligence seemed to be her ticket out. But it wasn't like her mother had the money to send her to a private school. They were poor, and many people were forced to choose between what was right and survival. As a young teen, Annie got involved in petty crimes. She was a product of her circumstances—forced to navigate a world where survival often meant breaking the rules. Shoplifting and petty theft turned to breaking and entering and street racing. Her mother's initial denial gave way to frustration and worry. Annie knew her mother was stressed, but she didn't know how bad it truly was.

Unbeknownst to Annie, her mother was sick. She'd been hiding it for months, not wanting to burden Annie. But over time, she grew weaker. One day, as Annie returned home from school, she found her mother collapsed on the floor, body cold, skin pale and clammy. Annie tried to wake her up, shaking her mother frantically, calling her name. But it was too late.

Grief-stricken, Annie tracked down her father in New York. He accepted her with cold politeness but no real warmth. His new wife and two children—her half-siblings—saw her as a stranger. Through all of this, she joined The Society. She currently remains distant from her father and half-siblings. It's been over a decade that she's been in New York now. She's made friends. Dated around. A few years ago, a bad breakup sent her spiraling. It was a whirlwind romance that resulted in the faint pink lines of a positive pregnancy test.

Annie felt a rush of conflicting emotions: fear, disbelief…and a strange sense of excitement. Maybe it was a sign. Maybe her life could take a different path—a fresh start, a family of her own. But as the days went on, the weight of the situation began to settle in. The life she was living, the gang, the constant danger, the crime—none of it was a safe environment to bring a child into. And so Annie terminated her pregnancy, telling her ex after the fact. They ended things shortly thereafter.

Annie’s role in the gang has become an anchor to her identity—both a source of pride and deep regret. While she's incredibly skilled, part of her still clings to the belief that there’s something better for her out there. But each heist, each job, draws her deeper into a web of criminal activity that’s hard to escape.

IV. HEADCANONS.

She can pick a lock in under sixty seconds

Annie carries around hot sauce literally everywhere

She's a night owl and stays up until 5 am sometimes. As such, her sleep schedule is fucked and you can often find her rolling out of bed at noon

She hasn't been in a serious relationship since her ex. Queen of situationships, hookups, end endless tinder dates

more tba

[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?

[starchanged]

Penny has a lot of abandonment issues. From growing up in an orphanage with no idea why they were left there to being repeatedly sent back to said orphanage after numerous families took them in to feeling abandoned by their previous best friend, they have a LOT of reason to fear abandonment. At the same time however they feel deserving of said abandonment and will push people away. By pushing people away they make their isolation feel voluntary rather then as though they are facing more abandonment.

They don't really view their isolation as abandoning their own friends. In their mind they can't be abandoning their friends cause their friends 'Probably don't want them there anyway' and they're simply complying with their own preconceived ideas of what their friends really want. However a part of them also sees through this lie and it eats them alive for the fact that by not communicating with their friends and just leaving without a word they are perpetrating exactly what was done to them.

They grapple with these two sides a lot especially when it comes to how they left Team Star. They do feel they abandoned Team Star. While they did their best to set their friends up to remain safe in their absence, they feel they abandoned their best friends in the same way they were abandoned and it kills them. They don't really know how to handle these complicated feelings especially when simply ignoring the feelings or avoiding those feelings altogether is so much easier. Which is what they do, they just try to ignore those complicated feelings and distract themselves from them. Even though they can't help but still feel like a traitor when around their best friends.

[greywoodrpg]

𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤-𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕖

he was born thirty-four years ago, is a werewolf, lives in white oaks as a music producer and private guitar lessons teacher, and is in no pack. he looks an awful lot like rory culkin.

"I'm living like a landmine Waiting to explode I'm ticking like a time bomb Ready to go I'm a danger to myself and everybody else."

tw: abandonment, anger issues, bullying, violence, alcohol, car accident, hit and run, attack, injury, hospital

Avery was left in his biological father and his husband's care when he was only a baby, being the result of a one night stand, Avery's mom never felt like she was fit for the role and so she tracked Avery's dad down and left the baby with him. Avery lived a very happy childhood making no distinction between his biological father and his partner, to Avery they were both dad, both his own flesh and blood. Despite this, there was always something troubling the boy, he was loved, cared for, yes, but in a way, he felt unwanted, because he could never understand his mother's actions, and the fact she never tried looking for him, check on how he was doing, even after many years, refusing any contact left Avery with this opened wound he hasn't been able to fully close. It was when he reached his teenage years the problems began, while Avery was always a sweet, kind person, he also struggled with impulse control and anger issues, due to the never knowing his mother and her side of the family, but also this being something that runs in the family as his father struggled with the same problems. Avery would get in fights at school he couldn't stand being bullied and would never back down when someone was not nice to him, also defending those who were bullied, though mostly this was an excuse to let some of the rage out. Avery's parents did their best to help him trough this issues, while one would sit down and talk to him, teaching how do deal with all those feelings, the other would help him find a way to gain more control of those impulses trough music... and that's how Avery fell even harder for it, latter becoming a music producer and playing guitar in a friend's band. So, his life was pretty good, Avery felt he had enough with his many friends and family, he was happy, and then...one night...everything changed... It was after a band's performance, Avery had a little more to drink than usual, which lead him to notice someone, and while he never really cared much for a relationship, love, sex, had honestly never been something that present in his life, there was something about this girl, he couldn't tell what, but Avery found himself agreeing to spend the night with her... on the way to her home an accident happened... they hit something with the car, Avery couldn't just allow her to keep driving and let whatever it was to die on the side of the road so he got out of the car to check. And that's what doomed him... He didn't had time to check what was the animal they hit, something come running out of the woods, something big...next thing he knows, the beast is on top of him, Avery feels claws, and teeth and...the car rushing away, she left him, she left him to die... He doesn't know what happened, who found him, all that Avery remembers is waking up in the hospital, his parents worried sick by his bedside... And Avery's body began to change... he couldn't explain what was happening, his senses were sharper, noises were hurting his ears and the rage...oh the rage...it was just too much to keep in... After a fight with his dad turned violent, Avery knew he needed to go, seek help, he had just hurt one the men he loved the most in the whole world, he was changing, becoming something he didn't like, he hurt his family! The rage was taking over and it felt not even working on his music was helping, not like before. So Avery left, to work on himself and figure out what he was becoming...living in Greywood for the past month helped him figure out what was happening, and now Avery hopes to find others like him, others that can help him gain the control over his powers he needs. Because there's no way he's coming back to his family and risk hurting them again... Or even wrose...

“what power did he attain when settling in greywood?”

None.

penned by... sandy

[feastonkings]

emma d’arcy / they/them ——— no way is that MARLEY MEEKS.. they’re a 30-year-old HUMAN notoriously known for being ANTISOCIAL & CALLOUS but there are some people who have seen them being BOOKISH & TEMPERATE. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of plants scattered around throughout the house, the sound of water boiling over, beginning of a good novel, a look that says ‘i don’t give a fuck’, and undying loyalty to those you love, but that could just be because they’re considered the LOONY LIBRARIAN around town. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through..

GENERAL.

full name: marley leigh meeks nicknames: mar, meeks classification: human gender / pronouns: non-binary, they/them age / birthday: 30, july 7th orientations: pansexual, aromantic occupation: owner of the book nook location: middle status: single family: evangeline meeks (full sibling), grandparents, adopted/fostered siblings WC strengths: bookish, temperate, reasonable, curious, organized weaknesses: antisocial, callous, apathetic, stubborn, uncooperative character inspo: tbd

BIOGRAPHY.

tw: abandonment

their parents had always been the eccentric types, travelers is what they were called and they never stayed in the same place twice. but that wasn't the best way to raise a child let alone two, which is how marley and their sibling ended up with their grandparents in texas

they didn't see much of their parents after that but they did pop in from time to time over the years. it was agreed by everyone that their grandparents home would be a better environment.

marley's grandparents had big hearts for taking care of people in general, which prompted them to become foster parents as well. their kindness is likely the reason marley didn't end up being a cruel person, though it didn't curb their apathy or cynicism

because of their aversion to general social interaction, marley found themselves more comfortable with their nose in a book. they liked to imagine themselves in other worlds and put themselves in the background of the character's lives.

fiction wasn't the only thing they read, however, they also enjoyed researching different things. learning about anything and everything. books were their comfort, through and through.

they also helped their grandparents around the house and would try to spend time with both their biological and foster siblings. as unapproachable as they could be they made a point to let them all know that they could come to marley at anytime if they needed to, about anything.

marley wasn't friendless, either. they met their best friend when they were young and had a small friend group beyond that they continued to maintain over the years. though sare was always a constant, no matter what.

when marley went to college they hadn't the first clue what they wanted to do. reading wasn't exactly a job and they had no want for editing or writing themselves. that led them to getting a library science degree.

they did not go on to be a librarian however. with most everything going digital in the world, marley chose to go a different route and took over the book nook from the previous owners.

marley spends most of their time either at work or wandering outside to find new places to read, art forms, music, or just wandering. they haven't travelled much due to lack of money but they feel some of that wanderlust their parents have transferred to them. luckily the city is big.

HEADCANONS.

has a weird artsy eccentric and androgynous style, though can simply be a t-shirt and shorts/pj pants around the house.

often goes to visit their grandparents and check to make sure they are doing okay.

smokes clove cigarettes and hates coffee.

more to come...

[aveimperatcr]

As this holiday of love comes to a close, the Emperor couldn't help but silently fidget.

... Would he need to return to the Warp to continue his endless battle against the Ruinous Powers? Would he need to return to the dark... alone?

[daydrcamings]

@fcdcdmcmories - ❝ learn to throw your voice! ❞

riley's brows raised a little at the other's words. "god, you sound like my dad." she taunted. it had been so long since she'd seen him. since she'd had issues with girls leaving her out of things at school. "how exactly do you go about learning how to... throw your voice?" riley questioned with a cock of her head. "i've always been... kinda quiet but ending up here alone at twelve? kinda made that worse. i fully believed my family had like abandoned me or something. growing up in care probably should've toughened me up but... i just kept to myself."