#abandonment tw

[p1nk-obl1v1on]

Stromae & Pomme - Ma Meilleure Ennemie

[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.

[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?

[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.

[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.

[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.

[angstfactory]

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find ( Jesse Prescott ), the ( 35 ) year old ( rancher ) originally from ( Butte, Montana ). Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're ( industrious ) and ( indelicate ), but what you might not know is that they are a ( human ), and that they’re hiding something… ― michael vlamis, pansexual, male, and he/him.

TRIGGERS: alcoholism, abandonment, child neglect, death/loss

one of three children, the middle child. has an older sister and younger half-brother.

both parents weren't meant - nor did they want - to be parents. they got stuck with each other early on because they fooled around too young and didn't have much choice.

dad was an alcoholic and kept pissing away the opportunities his parents gave him. mom was burnt out carrying two jobs and little maternal instinct.

was basically raised by his older sister. they were two-peas-in-a-pod, growing up together. she's why he ate. she's why he muscled through school.

they were essentially dumped onto their elderly grandparents a lot of the time. got used mostly for free labor and chores around the ranch.

mom eventually ditched their family with some grocer ten years younger, and not long after got pregnant with another kid, too. has only met him a handful of times.

eventually, even his sister decided to head off and live her life. he's still real sore about that, as he felt abandoned.

just one of your classic misunderstood, coarse persons that's more concerned about covering his own ass, because everyone else has shown he's the only one he can rely on. that's why they say he's a no-good troublemaker with a chip on his shoulder, he sure does love to live up to it.

isn't a bad man, but he'd prefer you think so. he'll definitely toe the line of right or wrong, regardless.

followed in step with the old man in finding solace at the bottom of a bottle, and a gnarly habit of terrible card game. even still, he's the one that stuck around to take care of the guy when he got sick.

his dad inherited the ranch but wasn't able to care after it, so that fell on jesse too, eventually. now he's passed, and the question of what remains is up in the air, 'cause technically it's gone to both him and his sister. but who knows where she's at?

has just been running prescott ranch, mostly on his own, and not doing too bang up of a job on it, sadly.

still a bachelor, but he's got a few exes around. if one could call them that.

truth be told, he's aware there's funky stuff going on in cardinal hill and that some folks ain't really like him at all. does he believe in any of the rumors? hard to say. it's easy to ignore what's right under your nose.

[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?

[tabithaxking]

🚶

INTRODUCING ... angelica king

Angelica was fifteen the first time she ran away from home. It wasn't that her home life was terrible, it was simply that her parents didn't understand her. They couldn't understand why some days she'd be up until the wee hours of the morning, scribbling down stories that she longed to tell and lyrics she felt needed to be sung, and other days she could could barely get out of bed. Yelena and Francis tried to be supportive, they tried tough love. But none of it worked. They called Angelica, their little hurricane because where she went, destruction always laid in her wake.

She left for good just before her eighteenth birthday and first fled to Tucson, Arizona - following some band she liked at the time. Angelica was the type of person who followed wherever the wind took her. She found it easier to deal with her moods if she was always on the move. Sometimes, the places she stayed were a nice hotel with some banker who still had a tan on his ring finger and other times it was in the back of a tour bus with a drummer who called her his muse. With a complete lack of self-awareness, it took less than six months before she was pregnant. And while Angelica has some vague idea of who the man was, she never sought him out again.

The thought of having a mini me, someone she could shape into her own image, that's the only reason Angelica kept her daughter. There were brief moments during the hard times, when Tabitha had colic and neither of them slept for a week straight or when she started teething and could only be soothed by Angelica rubbing whiskey on her gums, that she contemplated driving back up the Pacific Coast Highway and leaving Tabitha just outside the gate of her parents house. But she loved the way her daughter looked at her, taking in every word as if it was scripture. It didn't matter if Angelica's stories never added up, or her lie wasn't convincing enough, Tabitha wanted to believe and so she did.

Eventually, it wasn't enough. After a few years, the love that her daughter gave didn't fill the hole Angelica felt inside. The highs got higher but the lows got lower, and while Tabitha was self-sufficient enough to not really need her mother for things like fixing dinner or getting changed any more, Angelica could see the resentment growing between them. The constant moving, the constant men - Tabitha would get too attached, even as Angelica warned that good men rarely stay. And as she aged, the pool of men interested in a single mom grew smaller and smaller.

As she quietly packed her bags while Tabitha was sprawled out on the twin bed they had shared, a nice man visiting from Russia had invited her on his yacht and it was hardly suitable for children. It would be better for Tabitha to stay here until she could secure something more permanent with this rich Russian. Then she'd tell him about Tabitha and they could be a family. It hadn't worked all those times before but this was different.

It would only be a few days, Angelica thought to herself, watching her daughters chest rise and fall with every sleeping breath. Then she'd be back.

[stitchedseaming]

A little bit about Seamings plus a bit of quick art. The text in the image is below.

Seamings are experiments abandoned by humanity. Humanity has been chasing perfect resurrected life and some just don’t make the cut. Why is humanity creating life? That is something the Seamings aren't privy to.

Seamings created their own communities to have a sense of belonging and togetherness since they are chased out of the human towns and cities. So they’ve crafted their own havens far from humanity. Though they still have strong and often times complicated feelings for humans. Especially towards their creators that abandoned them. Some Seamings love their creator, others hate them, plenty though feel like their creators don't matter anymore.

[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]

"you are not for the living." ( amanda & anyone )

amanda thought about her words carefully before she made any kind of response. "probably not," amanda admitted with a stiff nod. "i have always belonged more to the dead or disappeared." she didn't think that she'd ever recovered from never knowing her mother. but more than that, she'd tortured and killed people. she lived more in their spaces than she had trying to be a better person and acting right. "what about you, then?" since the other felt so comfortable telling her all of this. "are you for the living? or are you for something else, hm?"

@demongemz