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But we keep hearing how Hokage-sama is gonna give you genin! And we all wanna be your genin! You're the *coolest*
If we manage to follow you and watch you train will that be enough to be considered as an apprentice? And I bet I can find real senbon where you train!
-academy student *totally* about to graduate and who is *gonna* win and become your genin!
Oh look. Lucky winner. Off the mountain by the toes, let's go kiddo. Teach you to try and mess with tokujo who don't teach fragile little kids for a reason
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The new leaks are just so interesting!!! I kinda like how he did their backstories, it makes sense for All for One to be the way he is... I don't believe he was just born evil, since we've seen that he is capable of some sort of love or care, example being his reaction to his brother's death.
I think the reason he seems so dark, and evil is because that's how you survived back then. I always thought the fall of society was when the two were teenagers, maybe even adults. But the idea that they were born into a society in shambles without parental love or guidance, makes sense why the bastard man was a feral child coveting the feeling of unconditional love, killing the glowing baby because he, from what I can gather, was the only truly accepted one by society while the rest were seen as monsters needing extermination. He had to fend for himself, he had to teach himself to read and speak normally, he never had a parent tell him no. And in a time like that, I'm sure people weren't keen on being kind and gentle towards each other, I believe at best they were ignored because they were children. But no one picked them up or treated them gently out of fear they may possess meta-abilities, it was almost a 'kill or be killed' mentality. He reacts like a normal child in a situation with no guidance at all.... He acts feral because that's how the adults around him have taught him to react. He's still not a good person for a multitude of reasons. But ugh, I am just so curious about how he became the person he is now, from a small feral child to a calculating, manipulative adult. He knows how to twist and turn people to his whims.
The spoilers also show a little bit of his possessiveness, he views things he loves as possessions.... Which isn't shocking.... I've heard a lot of people mention this debunking the DFO theory... First off, how? If you observe the details of the chapter, you can easily deduce that AFO cares for Yoichi. He kicks him, but I really think that's just a result of having no parental figure, if you think about it. Children often hit other children when they feel strong negative emotions, they start off with little to no emotional regulation or intelligence, because they're children. That's what good parents are for, we don't just adopt moral codes on our own. It's our parents and society in general that teaches what's appropriate and inappropriate. And we obviously know that AFO and Yoichi didn't have a parental figure, or at least a stable one (if they were picked up along the way after their mothers' death.) The only thing teaching these children, particularly AFO, how to act is what's going on in society. What the adults around them are doing, and we can obviously tell there's a lot of mistrust, judgement, and violence being exhibited. Baby AFO is bound to catch on and adapt to survive... Our natural instincts are to survive, which explain why baby AFO was sucking his mother's breast, which is very normal, considering its our natural instincts to survive. Some people are saying that he was born evil because of this... No, it's a newborn, a fucking newborn trying to survive. Which during those early ages, that's all we really think of is our pleasure complex and survival instinct. Mother's normally feed their children within the first hour of childbirth, that's what's recommended from the American Academy of Pediatrics, so instinctually it makes sense for the baby to try to find that nutrients on its own if it's not provided.
#This is such a ramble#I have more thoughts about him just killing people without remorse as such a small child#Oh oh and hows he's illustrated in the chapter as looking like a monster.#Which this is supposed to me AFO's point of view...#Like come on that's so interesting#DFO#dad for one#izuku midoriya#all for one#bnha#bnha all for one#Sorry for any grammatical errors I was so excited and I didn't care if it made any sense
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Tell me! About the new wip! Yell things! Plz!
mundus transit et concupiscentia eius
Title: DREAMHUNTERS. or SOMNUS SANCTI. or THE SANDMEN'S SCHOOL FOR SLEEPLESS YOUTH. idk hfjfjgfgj
Age range: MG or YA (haven't yet decided the MCs' ages...) Genre: urban fantasy, high school fantasy, light horror Main characters: Zack, white British bi trans boy, 13-15, absolute coward and proud of it. Sour and sneaky, he doesn't know how to do this whole friend thing and doesn't intend to start. Reacts to kindness like a feral kitten to strokes; would lie about getting bitten in a zombie apocalypse. Zoe, Pakistani-British hijabi bi cis girl, 13-15. Fun-loving and adventurous, she's the sunshine to Zack's scowl. In fact, she's a little too eager to throw herself into danger. She has all the self-preservation instinct of a gingernut biscuit and (worse yet, if you ask Zack) a deep-seated desire to do the right thing. Vanderloss, Black British disabled Ehlers-Danlos enbie, 26-ish. An overpowered disaster of a teacher. Despite caring deeply for all xer little brats, xe remains an extremely distractable dork. Has lost children on school trips. Will do it again. I love xem anyway. <3
Every night in Cambridge, the Time Eater clock strikes twelve.
Then it strikes thirteen.
And the monsters come out.
Reality and Dream: two worlds in a locked orbit, converging only at their furthest-flung edges. During the thirteenth hour, when time traps mortals like flies in tree sap, nightmares seep into our realm and devour human minds. They leave comatose victims in their wake, lost to the deadly Sleeping Sickness, as well as a constant, palpable undercurrent of fear.
But the nightmares should be frightened, too.
Beneath the grand Gothic vaults of Trinity and Kings lies another world of academia - one far more ancient, devoted to the arcane. Every year, a hundred humans are born a step outside of time, able to walk through the inverted lightscape of the Thirteenth Hour as if they too are spun not from substance, but surreality. The Sandman Academy gathers these youths, grants them their hourglasses - containing solidified granules of sunlight, the only effective weapon against dreams - and trains them to fight for all humanity.
And to die.
Horribly.
Torn apart by their worst nightmares.
So, when Zack Strange is chosen as one of humanity's guardians, you can see why his reaction is no way in hell. Allergic to risk-taking, conflict, things that go boo in the night (and, some would say, fun) Zack just wants to restart his nice, normal life at his nice, normal school, under his new name. And to find a binder that's comfy for PE class. Is that really too much to ask?
In contrast, when Zoe Ansari received a giant hourglass and was told she would train to slay nightmares, her only question was when do we start? Zoe quickly falls in love with the warped Escher-world of the Thirteenth Hour. She knows no fear. She knows no danger. She knows, if you ask Zack, far less than she thinks she does, and is likely to get herself and everyone in a ten-mile radius dead - which makes it a crying shame that he's her training partner.
Zack grudgingly joins the Sandmen in the hopes that they can save his grandma, who is in hospital after having her mind stolen by a dream. But shadowed secrets lurk in the heart of their new school. When Zack and Zoe discover a dangerous truth about the Sleeping Sickness, they will be forced to question their loyalty to the school and each other, and what it truly means to be brave.
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♱ Icarus ✦ 20 ✦ 🏳️⚧️ ✦ he/they/rot ✶ Maven Calore apologist first, human being second. #1 Mare defender + Calore brothers Connoiseur ✦ Fang Runin's & Touya Todoroki's defense lawyer ✦ MULTIFANDOM ✦ Red Queen, The Poppy War, Grishaverse, The Hunger Games, TBOSAS, Percy Jackson, Dune, Interview With The Vampire, Game of Thrones/HOTD, Infinity Train, Gravity Falls, ATLA, MHA, AOT, CSM, Fight Club, A Clockwork Orange, American Horror Story ✦ 📚CR: The Dragon Republic, Guliver's Travels, The Movie Book ▪︎ PROSHIPS, TERFS, ETC DNI ▪︎
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: ̗̀➛ ♱ ABOUT ME ♚
hi there ! call me Icarus! :]
♱ 20 yo, white
♱ nonbinary transsexual first and foremost 🏳️⚧️. transmasc & genderfluid (mostly demi-male, also weird masc/fem genders. rarely agender. full of gender at all times, even). bisexual + greyromantic/arospec (?)
♱ pronouns: he/they/rot/fae/igni (she > ask before using)
♱ basque (spanish🇪🇸)
♱ languages: 🇪🇦, 🇩🇪, 🇺🇲, (🇲🇫 , a little). (currently learning 🇹🇩 + 🇷🇺)
♱ ☀️ ♏︎ , ⬆️ ♌︎ , 🌙 ♉︎ . INFJ ⅘
♱ 89% chances of being OCD + Maybe?? BPD?/NPD?(??). definitely some flavor of neurodivergency. idek but i have things to do so i don't have time to think about that right now! :))))
: ̗̀➛ INTERESTS 🗝 ༝ ✍︎
✎ Literature, film, art, animation, poetry, linguistics. Politics, philosophy and history, art history, queer history, ocasionally. Also anime and cartoons. also drawing, writing, reading, etc etc.
✎ more fandom-centred, but will post about any of the above ^ as well.
✎ VERY multifandom
ೃ⁀➷ MAIN FANDOMS :
Red Queen series, The Poppy War series, The Hunger Games/TBOSAS, Percy Jackson series, Dune series, Imterview With The Vampire, HoTD, My Hero Academia, Grishaverse, ATLA, Infinity Train, Gravity Falls, Attack on Titan, Chainsaw Man, Fight Club, A Clockwork Orange, American Horror Story
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📚 LITERATURE ☕︎
❦︎ Currently reading: The Dragon Republic, Gulliver's Travels, The Movie Book
☆ Favorite genres:
(high) fantasy, horror, sci-fi, gothic lit, classic lit, OE/ME lit, speculative fiction, anything "dark academia".
☆ Favorite books/series:
Red Queen series, The Poppy war series, The Hunger Games, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Grishaverse, the Picture of Dorian Gray, Paradise Lost, The Phantom of the Opera, The Vampire Chronicles, anything (and I mean it) by Donna Tartt, Terry Pratchett, R. F. Kuang, Dostoevsky or Camus. and many, many more.
ꨄ︎ Other Things I reblog stuff about:
͟͟͞͞➳ CARTOONS
The owl house, Arcane, Voltron, etc
͟͟͞͞➳ TV SHOWS
Hannibal, The Umbrella Academy, Succession, His Dark Materials, Heartstopper, Young Royals, etc etc
͟͟͞͞➳ BOOKS (other)
Miss Peregrine's House for Peculiar Children, A Series of Unfortunate Events, etc etc etc
͟͟͞͞➳ ANIME
Fullmetal Alchemist, Banana Fish, Monster, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Devilman Crybaby, Nana, etc etc. Big fan of psych horror anime!
͟͟͞͞➳ Studio Ghibli, 80/90s anime
͟͟͞͞➳ PODCASTS
The Magnus Archives, Welcome to Night Vale
ೃ⁀➷ FANDOMS:
👑 RED QUEEN ⚡️
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Summary if you don't wanna read all this cause i have MANY opinions about these books:
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#1 Mare defender, #1 Maven apologist (it's complicated). If you dislike Cal Calore you need to die. If you genuinely ship Mare and Maven you need to die also. If you hate Evangeline you are wrong. If you hate Elara you're right, but also very boring. If you think Mare or Evangeline are white, you need to reread the books. No Kilorn hate allowed here thank you very much. House Calore and House Merandus enthusiast.
SHIPS
Leader of Thomaven + Mareven nations (I don't actually ship Mare and Maven romantically, their canon dynamic just has been keeping me clinically deranged and unhinged and feral for years. like I adore them but please don't become canon ever. (actual mareven shippers who think they should end up together pls DNI :))
Maven x Iris enthusiast (is there a ship name for them??? if there is please someone correct me). Started as a crackship now we're here
Marecal #1 supporter + #1 Evangelane enthusiast !! also like Shade x Farley a whole lot! :)
Coriara enthusiast too (let me be delusional idk. comphet hit them both hard).
Not much of a fan of Kilorn x Cameron, don't rlly mind the ship either.
CHARACTERS
Can u believe I'm a junior college student and yet I have a PhD in Maventology. He is THE character ever. sorry if you are a writer creating characters you can stop now. every writer can stop writing characters because they will never be Him. actually. btw. Also he needs to stop... His looks too demure... his bitch pose too nasty... his behavior too BPD... they're gonna kill him😔. Consult me before doing as much as thinking about him thank you. I am absolutely not chronically clinically insanely deranged about him. I like him a normal, healthy, and perfectly stable and definitely not autistic amount. I do not relate to him on a level that is embarrassing to disclose at all, he absolutely isn't "just like me fr fr". Also he fucked up bad but god forbid a bisexual guy with 87 mental illnesses and 56 personality disorders be a little bit of a silly goofy jester. he didn't "steal his brother's throne" he was literally kingmaxxing and on his period leave him alone. my poor little meow meow my loser boyfriend my 3-apples-tall son my whole lifeline.
Definitely a Maven apologist but also he DID do everything wrong and was an awful, horrible person and if you don't acknowledge that I'll get Very angry. His death was necessary but also he didn't deserve it but dooming himself to that fate was his own choice but also it wasn't. yknow how it is. If you perceive him in the wrong way i will eat my own organs and probably yours too and then kill myself immediately. it IS that serious to me. So, toxic Maven stans who loooove him but haaate Mare and Cal with a passion And also sexualize Maven to filth BIG DNI. you're WEIRD!! you need to STOP!!
Also dm me before speaking on Mare Barrow or Cal Calore, please and thank you. they consume my every-waking thought, both individually and as a ship :)) Also Mare is trans and this is a canon fact she told me herself. Also a Huuuuuuge Mare enthusiast. she was my fav before Maven for a REASON!! (and is my 2nd fave rn). they hate to see a girlfailure committing war crimes🙄 i stand with my cancelled daughter leave her alone
Speaking of cancelled wives. Also incredibly devoted to Evangeline Samos and Iris Cygnet (who literally didn't do a single thing wrong btw! god forbid lesbians do anything).
Also Evangeline hatred is absolutely not deserved and NOT welcome here. AND don't mention the whole "Who's the worst mother Larentia or Elara" thing to me because if you do I'll steal your kneecaps.
BIG Kilorn Warren, Shade Barrow, Cameron Cole and Coriane Jacos enthusiast. AND Elara Merandus enthusiast (and borderline apologist. free my woman she did all of that but who fucking cares. Merandus rizz wins smh).
RELATIONSHIPS
CEO of the Calore brothers. Their toxic doomed siblingism Cain/Abel complex is off the charts and no other pair of siblings will get to their level i fear. Sorry they are THE brothers ever everyone else can go home. No one understands them like I do (u can trust me i have older sibling issues). and again pls do consult me before speaking on them. The amount of mental illness they give me every single minute of my life is beyond human comprehension and they make me soooo miserable beyond belief and the amount of love i have for them is immesurable and they don't even know it !!😔
Jacos siblings, Cole siblings enthusiast.
PhD in Merandus family-tology - and with Merandus family I mean Elara and Maven. Like that's literally me and my mom what are u talking about. every time i think about them i age up 89 years they make me convulse and shriek on the floor. being BOTH a Maven AND an Elara apologist is hard and quite literally impossible but I know god gave me this journey for a reason🫶
Also House Merandus, House Jacos + House Calore (more lowkey) enthusiast
I loooove Mare and Maven in ways that are impossible to grasp for the human mind and their canon dynamic consumes my every-waking thought. But if you genuinely ship them and wanted them to be paired together after RQ 1 you need help and i'm not kidding. how are people supporting shipping an abusive guy with the girl he abuses and they'll go and say it WITH THEIR WHOLE CHEST TOO half the fandom needs to DIE actually. you guys are not right in the head. also do NOT try to explain your fuckass arguments as to why Mareven is soooooo much better than Marecal and why Mare was actually in love with Maven after everything (??????) I do not wish to hear it!!! I WILL block you!! And kill myself in front of you to forever change the course of your life!!!thanks!!
Note and final comment! Hate the Calore brothers all you like (ur wrong, but it's allowed ig) but Mare haters are NOT welcome in this blog (especially the ones that call her "annoying". get a grip ❤️).
🧧 THE POPPY WAR 🔥
Fang Runin, Yin Nezha and Chen Kitay are all my children and under my protection. RinNezha are my parents who raised me.
Rin falls under the same category of Blorbo as Maven btw. She is Blorbo Premium. I think people should stop writing female main characters because they will Never be Her and they want to be her so bad but they never will. btw. Because she is the only main character that's EVER existed. btw. Have been deranged obsessed with her losergirl bisexual BPD ass since day 1 . I stan forever with my cancelled wife🤞🤞
Also incredibly obsessed with Jiang (as a father. of Rin and Altan specifically). Crazy white-haired middle-aged shamans will see two rabid Speerly kids and be like "is anybody gonna adopt that" and not wait for an answer
Also! Chagaltan enthusiast (they fucked nasty multiple times in canon it's 100% true they told me). I love Altan Trengsin the normalest healthiest amount as well :)))
The dynamic I love most BY FAR are Rin and Kitay's friendship tho. don't mention them to me or I WILL bawl my eyes out and you WILL hear about it.
(I've only read the first book, so I know no further spoilers!!!).
edit: reading the second book now. i am pledged to Rin Kitay and Nezha's friendship. everytime they fight i eat my own organs. also MUCH more obsessed with Chaghaltan. toxic doomed yaoi my belovedest <3
🐍THE HUNGER GAMES/TBOSAS 🌹
Consult me before speaking on Snowplinth or Coriolanus or Sejanus individually thank you very much. Also like Snowbaird a lot (not as a ship!). Coriolanus Snow is bisexual and OCD/BPD yes it's a canon fact he told me himself. Lucy Gray Baird defender (can't believe I have to say it but some of you have god awful takes on her omg).
# Peeta Mellark enthusiast. also Everlark, Haymitch, Cinna and Johana enthusiast. Also like Katniss a lot lot she deserved none of that!! Sort of Gale apologist (didn't like him at first, think he is WAY overhated now).
Also fuck Jennifer Lawrence she is NOT Katniss Everdeen and never was!!!
also I am normal and sooo patiently waiting for Sunrise on the Reaping🥴 soooo patiently🥴
❄️ MY HERO ACADEMIA 🔥
Touya apologist, LoV apologist, Shigadabi/Dabihawks and Togachako enthusiast. Also Hawks, Lady Nagant, Overhaul, Aizawa, Shinsou enthusiast. Todoroki family enthusiast too, especially Touya and Natsuo (Ende*vor not included). Touya Todoroki is not just family but my whole lifeline and he deserved better. Tenko Shimura is my son that I gave birth to myself and he deserved SO much better also. All LoV members deserve better and No you can't save someone by killing them :))) Don't ask me about 430 I am still waaaay too angry. And incredibly disappointed. And in Horikoshi's walls.
♦️ GRISHAVERSE ♠️
Kanej and Wesper lover. Kaz Brekker and Nikolai Lantsov CEO, Jesper Fahey and Nina Zenik enthusiast :)
SoC lover but also SaB enjoyer (+ tv show SaB enjoyer too). If you "are in love with" the Darkling kindly stay away from me. If you hate him and hate that he's a bad guy (psa he's the literal villain) and are all whiney about it stay away from me also. idk I don't really care about the dude. I don't like him but still think he's a well-written character. Malina defender (though I don't really care about them either :/ ).
🌪🔥 ATLA 🌊🌱
consult me before speaking on Azula or Zuko thanks :] (I don't really care much about ships in this fandom, so I don't really have strong opinions about it lol. Still, i'm more of a Kataang and Sokka x Suki enthusiast). If you hate Katara or Aang I hate you <3
Also the whole Zutata vs Kataang ship is tired. If ur a Zuko stan AND a toxic Zutara shipper get out, idc. I think they're cute but Kataang is cuter. and then again idrc about ATLA ships too much
⚔️ ATTACK ON TITAN 🩸
Eren, Armin, Jean enthusiast. Don't really care for ships in this anime either, except maybe Jeanmarco and Historia/Ymir. Not a big fan of Eremika or Eremin (I like them way more platonically), but again idrc. the only thing I really care about is my mental health after watching this
♾️ INFINITY TRAIN 🚃
Simon Laurent #1 Connosieur. thank god Infinity Train is not that famous and I can gatekeep this bpd/ocd-ass blond gay twink demon. I might like Simon and Grace a little bit, they might make me a little bit sick (in a non-ship way!!!!!). Also am a Lake enthusiast and canon-trans-Lake truther, and Amelia is very cool too. Sure would haven been very cool if we'd seen her and Hazel make a found family :)))) sure would be :))) Also! season 4 defender and Ryan Akagi enthusiast. Also Min-Gi did nothing wrong he was just going through some things!).
🪚 CHAINSAW MAN 🩸
Denji enthusiast, Aki Hayakawa's #1 lover. no one gets his sadboy eyes look and lack of wanting to save himself like I do. Also #1 Akiangel enthusiast. Also Nr 1 Hayakawa family (that is Denji, Aki and Power) enthusiast. found family save me found family save me found family. Also Makima enjoyer. god forbid women be batshit crazy 🙄
🍲 DUNGEON MESHI 🍙
Touden siblings #1 enthusiast. Also Kabru, Labru and Farcille enthusiast. Yes I stole Laios' name. Because I love him
🏜 DUNE ��
I've only watched the movies, but it's enough to know that Chani deserves better, that Jessica served intergallactic lesbian pussy for almost three hours straight, and that blue-eyed white men must be stopped (still love Paul tho). House Harkonnen enthusiast.
🛡 HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 🐉
Rhaenicent lover and defender, Alicent apologist (what did she do wrong, really), Aegon II enthusiast but in a I want him to die a horrible death because he sucks Way. yknow how it is. Also if you hate Alicent you NEED to kys and if you dislike her I actively don't trust you. Helaena enthusiast and absolute defender. Don't mention Alicent's relationship with either Aegon or Helaena or i WILL convulse on the floor. Team Blue (team women). Love some of the blacks, don't really love most their fans that much :)) . More plot-/individual characters-focused than team-focused, really. if you are blatantly misogynistic towards ANY female hotd character (yes, including the ones you hate), gtfo of this blog.
🦇 INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 🩸
Armand #1 enthusiast. PLUS DevilsMinion #1 enthusiast. he (and Daniel) consume my every-waking thought. I'm going right through this hyperfixation right now... don't even joke lad i'm going insane i'm SO serious....
Mostly a Loustat truther (also a Louis enthusiast). Claudeleine enjoyer and defender cause they're the only slightly normaler people on that show. Pookies.
I don't think I need to clarify many things concerning this show cause most of the fandom has absolutely correct and based opinions (THANKFULLY).
All in all I looooove seeing gay people be fucked up insane. Also love that this story is not just about who is more mentally ill but underneath that it's a straight up comedy. And underneath it's a commentary on what circumstances can do to familial bonds. And underneath it's the most gut-wrenching tragedy you have ever laid eyes on. And underneath that it's always, and will be, about Love, and the love the characters have for each other despite it all. btw. if u even care :/
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A Flicker of Hope
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Chapter 15 of Over Your Shoulder
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Jasper Donnelly Keaton (Long Lost Love AU)
Word Count: ~8k
Summary: What happened to Jasper after Spencer left her apartment? We find out!!
Warnings: I don't think there's any. Allusions to child abuse
Jasper’s Apartment- Present Day
Jasper sat there for a long time.
Staring at the empty space that once occupied Spencer Reid, Jasper sat and thought. She thought about her life, about where it had taken her, where she was, and where she might go.
Disappearing into the ether crossed her mind. It would be so easy. She could open up that floorboard in the closet, take out her passports and the twenty five grand she kept in there for emergencies, pick up her purse and drive off into the unknown, never to be seen or heard of again.
Where would she go? If she left the Agency now, what would be her purpose?
Maybe she’d make her way to the East Coast, pick a secluded cabin in the woods and settle into a life of hermitude, and nobody would ever know who she was. She would be a local cryptid, a campfire story little girls told at Girl Scout outings about the witch in the woods who chased away intruding locals and ate children for breakfast.
Her wild hair would grow more deranged, sticking up in all sorts of places as birds nested at the crown of her head. She could feed deer and squirrels, take up her bow and hunt game and set snares like she used to as a child.
Her father had taught her how to hunt, and he’d taught her well. Her mother taught her how to skin and prepare game for dinner, showing her the ways of tanning hide to use for later.
She could do that. She would be good at it.
No, it wasn’t an option. She still had a mission to finish, still had more lying and deceiving to do at the behest of her employers. She still had parts of her past to lock away before she could do anything like that.
Jasper had woken up with a sense of the future, and now it felt like it was closing once more. She didn’t want it to, and she found herself clawing through her mind in search of any avenue of hope she could find.
Finish the mission, and if she survived, then she could run away.
Run little girl, she thought to herself bitterly, run from the big bad wolf. Was she the girl? Or the wolf? Was she the child running from the monsters or had she become one without realizing?
When had the innocence and ferality of girlhood turned into the brutal reality of murder and mayhem? At what point had she stripped herself of her skin and become nothing but the white hot pain of exposed nerves?
You’re the one Luke called me about.
The words had escaped her before she could stop them. It was stupid, letting them slip out. Jasper had let her guard down with Spencer, trying her best to take down some of the walls that separated them from one another. Instead, she seemed to have driven him away once again.
She hadn’t wanted to lie to him. She felt… surprisingly better about telling him the truth for once. Though she’d had no way of knowing it at the time, bribing that official in Mexico was the best half million she’d ever spent.
It didn’t matter to Jasper if Spencer hated her for it. She saved his life, and she was proud of herself for that, despite the way she’d done it. If Jasper had found her way to the BAU without having done it, and found out that Spencer died in a Mexican prison because she’d denied Luke a favor… it would have destroyed her.
This was better.
Jasper would rather save his life and have him hate her for it than let him die. Wasn’t that the reason she’d left on that mission to get rid of Eli? So Spencer would be safe?
Jasper supposed this was for the best. If Spencer couldn’t trust her, so be it. Maybe she didn’t have a future with him… but she still found herself wanting to stay in D.C., even if she was alone.
She would have Luke, and with him Garcia and the BAU to keep her company. She’d retire completely, from the Agency and the BAU, maybe teach some classes at the Academy in Quantico. Maybe she’d just settle down somewhere in the country, meet a nice man and have some kids, be a soccer mom.
She would just live her life like she’d always wanted. No pain, no running, no fear. On the flip side… no passion, no love, not living much at all. Sure, she’d love any kids she’d have, but did she really want them with someone she didn’t love like she’d loved Sam? Spencer?
Jack?
Jasper had given up on the idea of motherhood when Jack died. The thought of being responsible for anyone but herself and her own safety terrified her. If she couldn’t keep Jack safe, how was she supposed to keep a baby safe, happy, and thriving?
But now the idea felt plausible, attainable, like if she just let herself be… if she just let her heart open a little bit more and put in the work, she could do it. She could even do it by herself, but this time it would be good. She wouldn’t be lonely, she’d be her own family.
She would be enough, she decided.
I am enough .
Jasper stood from the bed and made her way into her closet. She pulled aside the loose floorboard and fished out the burner cell she used to contact the Misfits. She dialed a number from heart and put the phone to her ear.
“Oona Boona’s House of Inequity,” Oona crooned into the receiver, and Jasper could see the mischievous smile on her face. “What can I do for ya, boss?”
“Oona,” Jasper said with a grin. She slid the floorboard back into place and grabbed a duffle bag. She stuffed some clothing and toiletries into it as she roused Booger from his sleepful dreams on the carpet. “I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything, boss.”
“I need a file, and I need it in an hour.”
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An hour later, Jasper pulled up to a coffee shop in Georgetown. She and Booger walked six blocks to the Misfits meeting space, doing two laps around the block to make sure nobody was following her before heading inside.
Billy was waiting for her at the entrance as she stepped off the elevator. He looked her over suspiciously, a knowing look in his eye. She knew what he was seeing.
Jasper had straightened her hair and put on soft makeup. She had fanned out a warm brown color on her lids and painted her lips with a deep red lipstick. Turquoise hung from her ears and a matching silver-encased stone settled at the hollow of her throat. She sported a brown leather jacket and white t-shirt, black jeans and her thigh high black heeled boots. She looked exactly how she wanted to, and she would fit in if anyone saw her where she was going next.
“You going where I think you’re going?” he asked disapprovingly, crossing his thick arms over his chest. “What’s going on, boss?”
“What do you have for me?” she asked, and he sighed from her ignoring his question.
He pointed toward the conference room, where the rest of the team was gathered. Baheera sat on the conference table, her feet settled on a chair seat below her while Wren leaned against Oona’s computer desk.
“Damn,” Wren said with a wolf-whistle as she entered the room. “You look good, boss!”
Oona and Baheera gave her praises as well, and Jasper did a little 180 so they could see the ensemble in its entirety. Oona slid a casefile onto the edge of the desk, and Jasper nodded to her gratefully, slipping it under her arm.
“Hot date?” Baheera asked.
“Something like that,” Jasper smiled, ignoring Billy’s glare. “You got something for me?”
“Oh, yeah,” Oona said, pointing at the whiteboard and then at a screen on her desk, of which there were many. “We know that Liam Gallagher worked for Doyle just before he went to Camp 22 in Korea. I’ve been digging through Doyle’s files, trying to see if there’s any connection to the FBI.”
“Did you find anything?”
Oona nodded, “It took a few months of quietly hacking into Interpol’s firewalls and all that junk, but I finally accessed all of Doyle’s files. Turns out, your boss Prentiss was undercover in his operation as an arms dealer.”
“No shit? Emily?”
“And that’s not the worst part of it,” Baheera grunted, slapping a file down on the table. “She was sleeping with Doyle for the better part of a year.”
“Sounds familiar…” Jasper muttered, flashing back to her year of mediocre sex with Liam Gallagher.
“She faked Doyle’s kid’s death, brought him here to the States for safekeeping while Doyle was in Camp 22. He came back to kill Prentiss when he escaped, and Emily faked her death to keep him safe. Anyways, a bunch of things happened, kid’s alright, Emily’s alive, Doyle’s dead.”
“That’s when Gallagher takes over,” Billy started, “We don’t know how he got the money or the connections, but somehow he took over the whole Doyle operation.”
“You think someone in the FBI helped Gallagher.”
“Well?” Wren asked, “You think this Prentiss would do something like that?”
“No,” Jasper shook her head, thinking of Prentiss' strict policies and actions of her agents. She might know when to push the envelope, but Emily was independently wealthy by herself and her parents. She had no use for arms money. “She’s clean, far as I can tell.”
“Well…” Oona grimaced, then clicked her teeth. “I did also find out who her handler was back then.”
Jasper rolled her eyes and groaned, “Don’t tell me.”
“Yup, our favorite Brit,” Oona clicked her mouse, revealing his stupid ass picture that made Jasper want to launch herself at the screen. “Clyde Easter.”
“Clyde’s an asshole, and a giant piece of shit, but he’s never been anything but loyal to the cause. Can’t be him.”
“Yeah, figured you’d say that,” Baheera sighed, “so we started looking for the Gallagher siblings instead of king dick himself.”
“Any word?”
“We found Gaelen in Boston.”
“Baby brother,” Jasper smiled, then chuckled to herself. “He’s the weakest link, always has been. Pick him up, but do it quietly, then bring him to the secondary location and wait for my instructions.”
“You aren’t coming with us?” Wren asked, looking put out. She felt bad, since coming to D.C. she hadn’t been able to be as hands on with her team since she was effectively undercover.
“No, she’s not,” Billy grunted, crossing his arms and looking away from her.
“I have something to take care of. I’ll be out of touch for most of the day, but I’ll get back when I can. We need to take care of this quietly.”
“Do you go back to the BAU soon?” Oona asked her, standing and settling her chin on Jasper’s shoulder. She pouted her lips, so Jasper kissed her temple softly.
“I have my reinstatement meeting with the shrink in three weeks after I get this cast off, then I’m on desk duty for another four. Then I’m full time again.”
Jasper said her goodbyes to the team, then made her way back toward the elevators. She was just about to reach the doors when a hand clamped down on her shoulder. She whirled around and came face to face with Billy again.
“Talk to me,” he pleaded, those big blue eyes bright and full of love and care for her. She wanted to change, right? Might as well tell him the truth.
“I got my heart hurt a bit,” she admitted with a shrug. “I just need some… time, I guess.”
“This Spencer guy?”
“Yeah,” she said quietly, and shrugged again. No need to make a big deal about it.
“I can kill him for you, you know that right?” he asked, and he smiled at her.
“What is it with spies and offering to kill boyfriends for me?” she smiled back.
“It’s what we do, boss,” he said, and now it was his turn to shrug.
An icicle pierced her heart. It was what they did. They killed people. Even though it was for the government, even though it was done with an endgame in mind, they were killers, and she had turned them all into one.
“You ever worry about that?” she asked, “About how easy it is for us?”
“Sometimes,” he admitted with a nod, and his eyes went far away for a moment. “But then I think about how easy it would have been to die in Leavenworth, and I get over it.”
He watched her carefully as she chewed on this, his eyes searching her mind for a regret she’d never tell him about. She was the reason they were all on the outside, away from cement walls and prison food, but sometimes she wondered if they’d all been better off inside. Maybe their souls would have been better off, and she wouldn’t have damned them all to a life of secrets and blood, a life alone without their families to even know they were alive.
“You’re going to see them, aren’t you?” he asked, but he didn’t look as angry as he had when she’d first come out of the elevators, just worried.
“Yeah,” she told him, setting her jaw to let him know he couldn’t change her mind.
“You only go there when you’re upset, when you’re worried about something.”
“I just need to make sure they’re alright, Bill. I need to see that she’s safe.”
“It’s more dangerous each time you go down there,” he told her seriously, but his gaze was soft. Nobody knew where she was going but him. She'd trusted him with that knowledge a long time ago, and she was still glad she had. Billy helped keep her head on straight when it came to this. “It’s riskier each time.”
“I’ll make sure I’m not followed Bill, I promise.” She reached out and pulled him into a hug, and Jasper smiled as his bulky shoulders rested on hers. He loved her, and she knew that.
“Come back as soon as you can, okay? I’ve got a good feeling about this lead.”
“I will.” She let him go and made her way toward the doors. She stepped inside, but he spoke again.
“Boss,” he said, and she turned around to face him once more. “Come Home safe.”
“Always.”
Jasper’s Apartment- Later That Day
By the time Spencer made his way to Jasper’s apartment, his knees were beginning to feel weak and wobbly. The weight of Luke’s stories and the coming conversation with Jasper were pulling him down, and he wasn’t sure what was going to happen.
After talking to Luke, Spencer felt better about Jasper’s ability to open up to him. He knew he and Luke had betrayed her trust by going behind her back and talking about her past, but Spencer felt he’d needed to do it. He had needed to understand more about her, and he got just the information he had wanted, despite still not knowing what happened to Jack.
He debated telling her, despite what Luke had said. The investigator in him had told him this way was better. In a normal case, he would have gone to her friends and family to ask more about her past, but Luke was the only friend or family she had… and Jasper wasn’t a case.
The man in him, the one who had been Jasper’s boyfriend for so long, told him that she would be angry and betrayed, and that she had every right to be. She would likely shut him out forever if he told her, so maybe it was best to keep it to himself.
He had learned so much, though, and he wanted to know more from her. She was Native American, first of all. The knowledge had shocked him, but some of her stories from her childhood had had enough hints that he should have guessed it.
Jasper moved from Charenton when she was thirteen, Spencer had known that much. They grew up dirt poor, living in trailers before her father moved the family to Belle Terre. Jasper’s talk, while limited, of government cheese and lack of social services should have been enough for him to realize.
The Chitimacha Reservation was in Charenton, and from what Spencer knew of reservation life from his few cases and such, told him more. Jasper’s father was half-white, and likely hadn’t met the blood requirements to be considered an enlisted member of the tribe. That meant, the only way he’d have been arrested was if the FBI had come down to do so.
The FBI rarely showed up for tribes and their families in such cases unless they were trying to build a bigger case against the person committing the crimes. Jasper’s mother had no way out from the abuse, so she did what she had to do. She stayed, until she couldn’t.
Spencer wondered if Jasper realized that her father could have had her mother arrested had she taken her with her when she left him. Maybe she did, and it was that pained childhood hurt that kept her hating her mother’s memory. Maybe Jasper felt, if she had been in her shoes, that she would have found a way instead of leaving her child behind like her mother had.
Spencer understood that hurt. He had been devastated when his own father left, and hurt further when he found out what his mother had been a part of with Riley Jenkins. His father could have taken him, and Spencer never would have become his schizophrenic mother’s caregiver at such a young age. But unlike Jasper, he and his mother were close, and Spencer had spent years repairing their relationship after he left her in an institution when he was eighteen.
The fact that Jasper’s mother remarried and had a child must have been more painful than the fact that she left at all. If the girl, Aysha, was twenty, then Jasper’s mother must have been pregnant when she left them. How hard must that choice have been? To choose between the child you have and the child who needs you more?
Spencer wasn’t a woman, so he could never understand, but the choice already felt impossible. Choose your child or your life, and hope to God that you did the right thing.
No wonder Jasper threw herself into her work, never settling down or stopping for too long. Staying in one place could lead to being stuck, and she probably never wanted to feel that way again.
When her friend Sam died, at least Spencer assumed he’d died by the terrorized nightmares she always had about him, she probably decided to leave Louisiana behind once and for all, and never went back.
That fear of staying still, that focus to escape, probably led her to being the Marine she became. From Luke’s stories Spencer could see her in his minds eye- strong and proud, tall and capable in the face of danger, like he’d seen from her time in D.C.. She was a warrior, a commander, and she inspired the people around her to be better.
As Luke told him about her knife throwing, Spencer had remembered a vague memory of finding a knife taped to the inside of his toilet one day. It had begun flushing with no signs of stopping, so he took the lid off the tank, finding the pristine three inch blade and it’s molded handle taped to the inside.
Jasper had been gone on a mission, so he put it back where he found it and made a mental note to bring it up later, but he had forgotten. A shudder ran through him as he wondered how many other knives he hadn’t found, and if they were still hidden around his apartment. God only knows he never cleaned the place, so they were probably still where she’d left them.
Jasper always had a contingency plan, a back up, and escape worked out just in case, so he couldn’t fault her for choosing knives over guns. Were they not banned by the FBI for casework, she would probably still have had that knife belt around her waist in Desert Hollow, and she probably wouldn’t have been shot and beaten.
Spencer could see her clearly, though, fighting like a goddess in battle with those knives. Her long hair would bounce and whip out behind her, her dark eyes sharp and fierce as they had been the night Jack broke into the apartment, ready for anything and all-too aware that she could survive it. Her coiled muscles would ripple underneath her sweat-soaked skin and she could do anything. She was so strong, stronger than he could ever be, or ever wanted to be.
She had pulled five men out of an upside-down Humvee, in the middle of a firefight, saving their lives while almost sacrificing hers.
Five tours, five thirteen-month deployments spent extracting targets and surviving firefights and bombs and insurgents… Jasper was fucking crazy. She’d spent ten years fighting for her life in the desert, with missions in between deployments, and still she was back for more.
What drove her? What was still driving her to dive headfirst into battle after battle, hardly stopping long enough to come up for air? He wasn’t so proud to think it had been just him that sent her back into the fray after she left D.C., something had been pushing her for a long time before they met.
Was she still just that little girl running away from home and all the pain that came with it? Or did she enjoy the fight? Enjoyed the knowledge that now that she was older, she could fight back? Maybe she didn’t even know, because he sure as hell didn’t.
As Spencer finally trudged up the stairs to her door, his knees felt like they might collapse underneath him. He wanted to apologize, to talk out what happened in Mexico with her, and to understand more about her. He had to stop seeing Jasper as this broken traumatized girl he had loved fourteen years ago, and start seeing her as the warrior and fully grown and capable woman she had become. She was trying to open up to him, and he needed to stay open himself, despite the things about her he might not like.
His breath caught in his throat as he laid eyes on her door. It was off the latch, only about an inch open as the sunlight poured through her windows and into the hallway.
Jasper would never leave her door open. Even if she was just running back inside for something, she’d lock it behind her, just as she always had even back then. Something was wrong.
Spencer unholstered his gun as he approached, forcing his breathing to slow and his mind to zone into that place of control, to that of an agent, not a concerned boyfriend. His heart began to beat heavily in his chest the closer he got, and he swallowed thickly as he toed open the door and slipped inside.
He cleared the kitchen first, keeping his back to the walls as he checked the living room. Noises came from Jasper’s bedroom, the sound of a saw buzzing through the achingly empty apartment.
Spencer inched closer as his hands began to shake from fear, not of who might be on the other side of the door, but what state Jasper might be in if she was there. He delivered a swift kick to the door, and it slammed open to reveal a man in overalls kneeling on Jasper’s floor, his upper body reaching into her closet.
“FBI! Put down the saw and put your hands in the air,” he commanded, grateful that his voice hadn’t shook like his heart was.
The man dropped the saw, his eyes going wide and his hands flying up to his ears. He pulled himself out of the closet and stared up at Spencer, then looked to the side for a moment. There was movement out of the corner of his eye as a paunchy man wobbled out of the bathroom, and he dropped a stack of papers as his hands went up in the air as well.
“Who are you?” he asked, but the man’s face turned red as anger took over his face.
“Fuck you, man, this is my building. Who the hell are you?”
“Spencer Reid, FBI. This apartment belongs to an FBI agent, so I’ll ask again, who are you?”
“Lenny,” the man sighed as his arms flopped down to his sides. “Lenny Marshal, I’m the super. That’s Craig, he’s from the gas company. They’re checking the gas line that goes behind the closet.”
“Does Agent Keaton know that you’re here?” he asked, finally holstering his gun, but keeping his stern glare on both of the men.
“Yeah, she called me an hour ago,” Lenny told him, reaching down and picking up the papers he’d dropped. “She told me she was going outta town for a bit and to let him in. I’m just makin’ sure he doesn’t steal nothin’.”
“Dude,” Craig said, his eyes flicking back to Spencer. “Don’t tell the FBI you think I’m a thief. He’ll shoot me, dude.”
“I’m not shooting anyone. You done here?”
Craig nodded, then put his little sawzall back in it’s case. Spencer got one good look at him before he disappeared out the door, his Bureau skills taking over without much thought.. He was tall and bulky, with a sharp jaw and bright blue eyes, but the cap that covered his head did little to give many distinguishing features.
“You said your name’s Spencer?” Lenny asked, flicking through the papers, which were Jasper’s mail. “I brought the mail up here since I was comin’ anyways. Found this on the coffee table, figured I'd the mail where I found this.”
He handed Spencer a cream colored envelope with Jasper’s flourish-y script across the front. It had his name carefully written on it, and Spencer’s heart jumped in his throat.
Is this a good-bye letter?
Spencer let Lenny out, then settled on Jasper’s couch to read what the letter said. The crisp paper's scraping noises echoed around the room as he unfolded it, and Spencer smiled as he saw his name once more written in her writing.
Spencer,
I figured you’d come back once you cooled off. That’s what we always did, couple turns around the block after a fight, then we came back home to each other. Figured you had Luke let you in the apartment to check on me.
I need to cool down, too. I’m heading out of town for a week or so to clear my head and breathe some fresh air. I didn’t want you to think I’d just left again.
I’m not sure where this is going, and I don’t even know if you'll come and read it. Thought maybe I'd be a dick and let you stew for a bit, but I’m finding I don’t really want to be.
I’m not sorry about what I did in Mexico, not even a little bit. If I hadn’t done it, and one day found out that you died because I didn’t help Luke… it would just kill me, Stick. I’m not going to apologize for being the one to save you, even if back then I had no idea who I was doing it for. All I’ve ever wanted was to make sure you were okay, and I’ve done that now.
I’m glad I told you. I understand why you reacted the way you did, and even though it hurt me, I don’t blame you for doing so. Your moral compass always held True North, and honestly, mine never did. I’ve lived in the gray for so long, sometimes I forget that it’s not the only way the world works.
When I get back, we’ll just pretend it never happened. It’s fine, if you want to hate me for it. We still have to work together for the time being, so I’m content living like we were. Strangers, because that’s all we’ve ever really been, right?
It’ll be okay. Eventually, I’ll move on, and you won’t have to worry about me anymore. You’ll be okay, and I’ll be out of your hair.
See you in a bit,
Xo Jazz
Tears rolled down his cheeks as Spencer folded the paper up once more. He glanced up for a moment and his eyes locked onto his CALTECH sweater, draped across Jasper’s fuschia armchair and staring at him like a beacon in the night.
She was gone, again because of him, but this time she was coming back. She’d come back and put on that sweater when he wasn’t around and she would feel safe. They could talk when she got back, and hopefully she wasn’t too angry or hurt to listen.
Spencer didn’t want to live like strangers anymore. The time for lies and half-truths was over, and it was time for him to change, to stop resenting the things he didn’t know about Jasper and revel in the things he did.
She leaves coffee mugs in the shower, and sings off-key country songs even though she has a beautiful voice. When she smiles, my heart literally flips in my chest, and it makes me worry that I’ll die from the pain. She sheds like a dog with that hair, and hates detangling it because it’s so long and so hard. She lets me call her Jazz, and I’m the only one she doesn’t make a face at when I call her that. She listens to the things I say and doesn’t dismiss the weird things I do. She likes them, and they make her smile.
She came back to D.C., and she missed me while she was gone, she said so herself.
She still loves me.
She never stopped.
I love her, too.
Belle Terre, St. Bernard Parish, Louisiana- 20 Years Ago
She awoke to three taps on the window. She knew who it was before she pulled the blinds to the side. He had been coming over every night since they met a few years ago, when her family left the reservation in Charenton, checking on her and making sure she was okay.
Sam Donnelly smiled wide and crooked at her, but his face fell as he saw hers. The left side of her face was bruised heavily, her eye swollen shut from the day’s events with her mother and father. She had taken the brunt of it and knew by Sam’s screwed up chin that he was stewing with controlled anger.
He stuck his hand through the window and clasped hers tightly, pulling her through and onto the trailer porch. They didn’t speak, not yet. They had to get far away from the trailer before uttering a word, lest they wake up the sleeping monster in the next room.
They walked Sam’s bike to the end of the road, then she climbed onto the back, holding onto his shoulders as they headed for Tate’s Clearing, the only open-skied area in all of Belle Terre. Sam’s small Igloo cooler thumped quietly against the bike’s frame as they rode, the only sound besides the critters that gave them away in the darkness.
The thick trees and sounds of the swamp faded away the closer they got, cicadas and frogs singing behind them as they made their way to their own little version of Heaven.
The clearing was small, only a few hundred yards wide and long, with thick grass that sloped on each side down to the surrounding swamps. Most people didn’t like to come here at night, and avoided it due to the mosquitos and snakes that liked to reside there, but she and Sam knew enough to avoid them.
“My mom left,” she told him, hopping off the back wheel and into the grass. Sam let the bike fall over and shook off his backpack. He pulled out the small blanket he kept inside, as well as a few sandwiches wrapped in beeswax paper. He pulled some ice from the cooler and wrapped it in the paper, then pressed it lightly against her cheek.
She took the sandwiches from him and he unfurled the blanket. They plopped down on it, eating the food and watching each other closely.
“She’ll come back, Sugar,” he said, taking a big bite of his ham and cheese, “she always does.”
She shook her head, “This time she left me a note. I found it under my pillow when I got home from school.”
“What did it say?”
“That she’d come back for me one day,” Sugar shrugged, fiddling for a moment with the beeswax against her face as she thought. “She didn’t sound too sure. I think I won’t see her again.”
“So it’s just you and your dad now?”
“Yeah.”
Sam thought about this, his brows furrowed and his chin scrunched up like they always did when he had to work his brain. She’d seen this look during tests and homework problems, or when he was trying to figure out new improvements for their clubhouse in the woods. It was his thinkin’ face.
The cicadas seemed to grow louder in their silence, encasing them in their screams as Sugar waited for Sam to tell her of his plans.
“We’ll run away,” he decided. “When we’re old enough, I’ll take you away from here. When we get married, you won’t ever get another bruise.”
“He’ll never let me go, Sammy,” she said, but Sam wasn’t deterred.
“You and me, Sugar, we don’t need his permission. We’re soulmates, have been from the moment we were born. There’s a reason you moved here, so we could meet. We're the only two Indians in this town, so we gotta stick together. Our daddies don’t matter, neither do our mommas. It’s just us.”
Sam picked at some of the grass, pulling it up and tossing it on the corner of the blanket. He reached out his free hand, and Sugar took it without thinking.
“I’ll take care of you,” he told her as-a-matter-of-factly, “You’ll take care of me. When we’re old enough we’ll run away, go wherever you like. I’ll even go to that fancy New York Citay like you always talk about.”
“Really?” she asked, “But you hate the city.”
“But I don’t hate you.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay, we’ll go soon as we turn eighteen. You and me, Sammy, I think we can do just about anything so long as we’re together.”
Chitimacha Reservation, Charenton, Louisiana- The Next Day
Jasper sat in her car, watching from afar. She had left her work cell at home in D.C., bringing with her the burner phone she used to contact her team, just in case.
Billy and Baheera had both called her a few times, updating her about their extraction, but she sent a message back saying she’d contact them ASAP. She flipped open the phone and dialed Matthias, letting it ring twice and then hanging up.
She continued watching from her binoculars, her dinky burner car hidden in the brush of the swamp bush. Nobody knew she was here, nobody but Billy and Matthias now.
As soon as Spencer had left and Jasper had composed herself well enough to take a shower, she’d gotten dressed and ready, then straightened her hair. Her dark curls were now raven silk, dressed in earth tones and some of her mother’s turquoise and silver, she looked like any other person on the rez.
If anyone saw her, they wouldn’t see the only coily-haired halfbreed she used to be when she lived here. A few mean kids, both white kids and red kids, used to call her that, and it had always stung deep inside her. Now, as she looked back on it, being a halfbreed had only helped her survive this long. It was probably one of the few things she had to thank her parents for, the list of which was short enough to count on one hand.
She watched her mother Deena, now a woman of fifty, hanging laundry on a line and laughing with the girl helping her. Jasper’s mother had only been sixteen when she met her twenty-three year old father. Back then, a welltodo white guy with a good job and steady money, no matter what the age, seemed like a good catch to women like her mother who had grown up too poor to afford much food or schooling.
Her face looked much like her ancestors did, and Jasper could vaguely recall the photos her mother used to show her of her own mother and grandmother. Nana Little Bird had been beautiful and imposing, with a heavy brow and strong jaw, ready to take on the unjust world and everyone in it. Jasper had been so proud then, looking at the women of her past who looked somewhat like her, only ever wanting to match up to their strength and power when she felt so weak and small.
The girl, Aysha, lifted up a woven blanket with bright sugar cane plants and tobacco leaves on it, her dark curls bouncing in the fading October sunlight. It was still somewhat warm down here, and they hardly needed the jackets they were wearing. A girl of nineteen, turning twenty in February, her smile lit up the brush and fields surrounding the little house where she’d grown up.
Aysha had grown up so unlike Jasper, in a house with good central heating and air conditioning. She had food on the table each night, and a mother who never touched drugs or alcohol, always catering to her needs and pushing her to be better. Aysha was better, than Deena, than Jasper. She was good, pure and simple.
Jasper had followed Aysha as she drove an old Jeep Patriot up to Massachusetts for her first day at MIT, ready to study Engineering and Mathematics. Jasper had watched her cart her boxes of belongings into her dorm room, Deena and Matthias following closely behind, then giving a tearful goodbye as they drove back to Louisiana.
Jasper had sat and watched for a while, following Aysha to the coffee cart and then to a party in her dorm, keeping a close eye on the girl on her first night in college. When she was sure she was safe and happy, Jasper had driven away with tears in her eyes and pride in her heart.
Matthias had shown Jasper pictures of Aysha’s room throughout the years, filled to the brim with books and dioramas of space and NASA memorabilia. Aysha dreamed of the stars, and Jasper had tried her best to get her there.
Matthias Strong Bear's squad car pulled up in front of hers, settling behind a set of bushes as he turned the engine off. He hustled over to her car, his long hair waving in the wind behind him.
“I didn’t know you were coming,” he huffed as he plopped down in the seat next to her, giving her a disapproving look. He looked back at Booger wagging his tail in the back seat and nodded a greeting to him, “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” she said, waving her casted hand nonchalantly, “just wanted to come have a looksie.”
His hand snapped out and gripped her arm, turning the green material in his hand as his brows furrowed together. “Sugar, what happened to you?”
“You should see the other guy,” she shrugged, pulling her hand out of his grip. “It’s no big deal.”
“Been a while since you came here beat to shit,” he grunted, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking forward. His eyes landed on a file laid on the dash, and he pulled one hand out of his pocket and pointed at it. “What’s this?”
“Open it up and take a look.”
Matthias arched a brow at her, but did as he was told. It was the file she’d asked Oona for. He flipped through the small file, she had pulled out most of the information and left just a few photos and case clearance history and stats.
“Doctor Spencer Reid,” he hummed, picking up the photograph of Spencer and eyeing it suspiciously. “What the hell do I want to know about an FBI agent?”
“I know you don't trust them-,” she started.
“I don’t trust the FBI, and neither should you. What have they ever done for you, Sugar?” he spat, his disdain coming out loud and clear.
“This isn’t about the FBI, Matthias, it’s about this guy right here,” she sighed. She pulled a pack of American Spirits out of her pocket and took a cigarette out of the pack. She lit it and pointed at the picture again, “I want you to memorize that face.”
“I thought you quit,” he grumbled, ever the cranky old man she’d known even in her youth. She smiled at him, taking a cheeky puff off it anyways.
“I started up again,” she said, “Now, are you gonna listen to me, or what?”
“Speak, little sister.”
“If something happens to me,” she said gravely, pointing firmly at the photograph of a smiling Spencer in his FBI badge photo, “and I contact you giving you the signal, you take the girls and you go straight to D.C., straight to his apartment. There’s a key taped to the back, you let yourself inside.”
“He knows you’re giving me this?”
“‘Course not,” she grunted, glaring at him. “If I can’t contact you, he’ll likely show up here.”
“You think something bad’s gonna happen? What are you into?” Matthias’ eyes flashed with the protective spirit she had seen so many times in her childhood, and for a moment she was twelve years old again.
She could see Matthias in her mind’s eye, murky with memory, taking her outside the trailer and pressing ice to a bruise on her face. His eyes were kind, but fueled by that fire she saw now as he asked her if there was anything she wanted to tell him.
I can protect you, Sugar, you and your momma. Just tell me what’s going on. I promise, I’ll keep your family safe.
She never told him, of course, not until it was too late and she’d done what she did. Matthias was good, though, and when she found out he was the one her mother was cheating on her father with, Jasper hadn’t been betrayed or angry. She’d been happy, because she knew Matthias would save them both in time. And he did.
“It’s just a precaution,” Jasper hushed him, “If he comes here, or you go there, you tell him everything. You understand?”
Jasper pointed to where Deena and Aysha were hanging laundry, “You tell him every single thing that happened. You tell him about Sam, momma and daddy, Aysha. You tell him about prison, and what came after that.”
“You trust an FBI agent this much?” he asked quietly, his dark eyes soft and gentle toward her as they had always been.
“I trust him with everything, Matthias. He’s one of the few people I’d trust with this information.”
“Why not tell him now?”
“It’s not safe,” she said, shaking her head. “This is a need to know thing, and right now he doesn’t need to know.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, closing the file and stuffing it in his jacket. He deflated for a moment, that surly protectiveness he usually had softened into a defeated man and father. “Y’know, Sugar, what happened with your daddy…”
“We’re a long way from that, Matthias, it’s in the past and so is he.”
“I should’ve been the one to kill him,” he said softly, and he reached over and took her hand in his. His weathered hand gripped her tightly, though his thumb rubbed soft circles in the back of her hand. “I should’ve been the one to finish it all.”
“So the chief of police could go to prison?” she asked, but she kept her own voice gentle. “We would’ve been fucked, Matthias. The courts would’ve taken me away from momma because of her history, and social services would have separated me and Aysha, and you know it.”
“You were just a little girl, Sugar,” his voice shook as he spoke, his usually rumbling voice small and full of regret. “You shouldn’t have gone through any of that.”
“I wanted to kill him for a long time, Matthias,” Jasper said seriously, and he looked up at her. She could feel her eyes blazing, and for once she spoke the pure, absolute truth. “I just finally had reason enough to do so.”
“You saved my family, Matthias, and they’ve done so much better with you than they would have with me. Look at Aysha,” she said, pointing to where the girl was once more. “You think I could’ve done anything like that? Or gotten momma sober? I didn’t have what it took back then. This is better for everyone.”
Jasper reached underneath her seat and fished a thick envelope out. She eased Matthias’ hand from hers and gave it to him. “This should cover the rest of her school for this year.”
“I can pay for her school, you know?”
“Then put it in the account. You still know the one I’m talking about?” He nodded. “If something happens to me, all the money I have will go into that account, under Aysha’s name. You hold the trust for her until she turns twenty-five, then it’s all hers. Don’t tell her about it until then.”
Matthias sniffed hard, composing himself as they switched back to the reason Jasper had come down here. She wanted to make sure the backup plan was in place. If she died, then they would be safe with Spencer. Matthias would tell him what he knew, and Spencer would piece the rest together himself, and Spencer would keep her family safe. She knew he would.
“You keep yourself safe, girl, you hear me?” he asked her grimly. “I ain’t going to your second funeral, so you best not have one.”
Jasper laughed, “I’ll do my best.”
Matthias moved to open the door, but Jasper stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Matthias… thank you, for keeping your promise, even after all this time.”
“You know, if your momma knew you were alive, it’d just make her happier than ever.”
“If she knew I was alive, she’d know how I stayed alive, and it would kill her, Matthias.”
He nodded, frowning as he did so. “She may have another kid in the house, but that doesn’t mean she can’t feel that you’re not there.”
“I’ll see you next time, Matthias,” she sniffed, looking away from him and taking another puff from the cigarette. He got out of the car and went back to his, sending her a small wave as he backed out of the brush.
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as her chest tightened. As much as Jasper resented her mother for leaving all those years ago, she hated to admit it, even to herself, but she missed her mother. For years, in some of her darkest moments, all Jasper had wanted was just one more hug from Deena. Now that she was sober, and had been since Jasper was fifteen and she left, Jasper knew her mother was back completely. She was a real mom to Aysha, always present and there with a hug and a kiss on the forehead just like she’d done to Jasper when she was little…
Sometimes Jasper felt like that young girl, when all the hurt in the world seemed like it could be wiped away with a kiss from her mother.
What she would’ve given to have one at that moment. A soft kiss on the forehead that would fade the pressure in her skull and blossom all the way down to her toes, wrapping her in comfort and safety.
After yesterday morning, the anger was beginning to fade from her, and Jasper was equally ready and afraid for it to be gone. It had fueled her for so long, pushing her further and further toward the edge of oblivion until one day she got too close, looked over the edge, and saw only a mirror.
She had looked into the mirror, and a corpse looked back. The life within her had long since decayed, leaving behind the tired woman before her, wretched and sick, full of rage and not quite knowing where she belonged.
Her skin was sallow, hanging off her bones and pulled tightly in all the wrong places. Her hair lacked the vivacity of her youth, and her curls seemed less than enthusiastic. But the further she looked, trying to see more within herself, something caught her eye. It was small, so small she almost dismissed it.
A flicker, an ember in the dark burned out coals of her eyes. As she finally confirmed it’s existence, she realized what it was.
It was a flicker of hope.
The future was held within that flicker, and she felt for the first time in two decades the urge to follow it, to hold it close and nurse it back to the roaring flame it always had the potential to be.
She thought the soft part of her was long-dead, rotting somewhere inside of her and killing everything else in her life, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. It had survived, holding onto life just as tightly as Jasper herself always had.
If she just had the courage to be so, to be soft, she would live through this. She was sure of it, that the love and care she felt for the Misfits, for the BAU, for Luke and Spencer, was going to save her.
It was going to be okay.
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Soulmate September - Day 7
Day 7 - There is a string tied around your pinky that only you can see, the end of it leads to your soulmate.
Pairing(s): Kid AU! Intrulogical
TWs: Remus being Remus [though not overly so, he’s like, 9 here], some swearing
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Remus Castillo and Logan Smith were two very different children; former was creative and bursting with chaotic energy, while the latter preferred to be more logical, more stable. One studied hard into the night despite his young years, the other decided that a good time was filling a blender with crayons and silly putty to see what would happen. Both attended different schools, lived a good distance apart, and neither of their families knew the other existed.
What could possibly bring together such opposing forces?
If your answer wasn’t being forcibly dragged kicking and screaming from the local museum by security for tampering with the exhibits and screaming about historical theft, then congratulations; you’re most likely still sane.
How did these very different children meet, you ask?
The story began on a Friday lunchtime - as all good stories often do - when Sanders Elementary and Faraday Academy For Gifted Children both booked their museum visits for the same time slot. Thankfully, the museum staff speculated that they could indeed handle two classes of fourth graders at once - those poor, unfortunate souls - and decided to start both classes off on either sides of the museum with a little overlap.
Logan entered the foyer with his peers, gazing around at the array of trinkets and treasures adorning the space. Though he hungered for knowledge of all kinds, his heart was set on the cosmos, reaching for a copy of the museum’s map when his hand was blocked by another. He recoiled and turned to face the other; a boy with tanned skin as opposed to his own pasty complexion, with wild green eyes that bore into Logan’s own, and a grin like a shark about to snap Logan’s hand up in it’s jaws.
“I call dibs, four eyes!”
Logan huffed, straightening his glasses, “There are plenty of maps to go around, there is no need for rudeness-”
“Why do you talk like you’ve got a stick up your ass?”, the boy asked with no hint of remorse nor shame, “Just talk like a regular kid, jeez!”
Logan was flabbergasted. No one had ever talked to him like that before. Then again, no one ever really talked to him in general. Perhaps that was why his lonely little brain could only think to stammer out,
“Who ARE you!?”
The boy roared with laughter, “Wow, thats all you have to say!? And they call ME weird!” , he shot a hand out towards Logan’s, not removing the one touching the map, “I’m Remus! What’s your name, frankenstein?”
Logan huffed, “Logan Smith. And you know,”, he began, puffing his chest out proudly as he yanked the map away, “Frankenstein was the scientist, not the monster, therefore, you’re not insulting me-”
Without hesitation, Remus leant into Logan’s space and licked the map, causing Logan to jolt back and drop it. Picking up his spoils, Remus chuckled manically, “You look smart but you’re super dumb. Frankenstein IS the monster, dumbass, that’s the whole point.”. Without waiting for Logan’s rebuttal, Remus made his way back to his class, leaving Logan to frustratedly grab another map and return to his class, unaware of the string that formed around his pinky…
The tour was everything Logan had hoped for; an informative romp through space and time, enjoying the sights of the planetarium and a walk through a tunnel lined with geodes. And yet, all Logan could think about was that stupid boy who stole HIS map. Hmph! How dare Remus call him stupid! Whatever, at least they would stop soon to have lunch in the Polar Exhibit and he wouldn’t have to think about-
Oh god dammit.
As they entered the wide circular room, he laid eyes on the boy from before pretending to have gotten his tongue stuck to the giant fake iceberg in the centre of the room. Cheering him on was a gaggle of other children while their teacher seemed more content to just eat his own lunch and try to pretend it wasn’t his problem. Logan huffily stormed over to the nearest empty seat and popped open his Big Hero Six lunchbox, ready to moodily munch his jelly sandwiches when a painfully familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.
“We meet again, professor!”
Great.
“Remus.”, Logan hissed, though he tried to maintain composure, “A pleasure, I’m sure but I must be-”
“- crazy to run away from your soulmate?”, Remus finished, leaving Logan, once again, speechless.
“E-Excuse me!?”
“Check your pinkie, dingus.”
Logan checked and finally noticed the string, and to his horror, the end of it that tied itself around Remus’ pinkie.
“Looks like you’re stuck with me for life! Unless I die, then you’re stuck with my corpse. Oooh! Maybe you can bring me back to life! Really earn that Frankenstein nickname-”
“This HAS to be a mistake!”, Logan squeaked, flustered and shocked by the news, “There’s no way YOU are my soulmate!”
Logan made eye contact with Remus and for a moment the boy looked hurt, but he plastered on a grin and poked Logan in the arm, “Nope! Fate thinks you’re my future husband, so suck it!”
Groaning, Logan let out an exasperated sigh, “Fine, then I suppose you should tell me about yourself, Remus.”. Logan would - for eternity and a day after - deny that the smile Remus gave him made his little heart flutter for the first time.
As the two ate, Remus went into a long tangent about his life and Logan found himself absolutely fascinated.
Remus Castillo had a twin brother, Roman, who enjoyed Disney movies and being “an overly wordy drama queen”. They had a single father, much like Logan’s own, whose wife had apparently decided she was destined for greater things that didn’t involve unplanned twin boys (Remus’ words, not his). Logan listened as Remus told him all about his family’s culture, having moved from Aguascalientes to Florida a year ago for work related reasons; retelling fond memories of watching the parade of Calaveras along the Avenida Madero with his father and brother each year. Logan found Remus really enjoyed a mixture of colourful and morbid subjects, each tangent sending Remus on a fun winding road down memory lane or through a vague memory of some educational book.
Logan Smith had wanted nothing to do with the boy who’d licked his hand and stolen his map, but as lunch ended and both classes were being called away to their respective classes, he found he didn’t want to be separated from Remus.
Very apparently, Remus didn’t want to either. If they way he was gasping Logan’s arm and hauling him towards the class from Sanders Elementary instead of his own was any indicator.
“Come on! You can hang with us! Roman won’t mind! And my buddy Remy’s lotsa fun too-”
“Remus Castillo, stop right there.”
Remus indignantly ignored his teacher, plowing through his sentence, “You’ll LOVE my class, they’re all weirdos like us-”
“REMUS!”, barked his teacher, already done with the nine year old terror, “You let that boy go this instant!”
Remus defiantly clung tighter to Logan’s arm, “No!”
“Remus Castillo, you’re to let go NOW.”
“But he’s my soulmate!”, Remus yelled, causing his classmates to chatter excitedly. It made Logan feel a little self conscious, but Remus didn’t seem to care, “Pleeeeease let him come with us!!”
His teacher rubbed his temples as if it could massage the exhaustion away, “That’s nice, but you are NOT going to cause more trouble, soulmate or not!”
By now, even the children and teacher from Logan’s academy were watching the commotion. It came to a head as Remus’ teacher tried to separate the two of them, earning the tiniest war cry from Remus as he stomped on his teacher’s foot and clung fully to Logan like his life depended on it.
“I’M NOT LEAVING WITHOUT HIM! I’LL STAY HERE UNTIL WE’RE A GROSS MUSHY PILE OF SKIN AND BONES IF I HAVE TO!”
With that pleasant image in his brain, Logan decided to perhaps appeal to his own teacher,
“Miss, can Remus perhaps stay with our group so we may avoid further-”
“Absolutely not,”, she turned up her nose at Remus’ display, “Our school has a reputation to uphold, I will not have it sullied by such a rude child.”
Well that backfired. Now both teachers were having to try and separate the two of them. It took two of the museum’s security personnel to finally haul Remus off of Logan, carrying the writhing child as they assured his teacher that they’d put him in the tantrum room. With the way they handled his feral yelling and attempts to grab at any nearby exhibits for something he could use to bash them with, this probably wasn’t their first Rabid Child Rodeo.
Logan watched dejectedly as they hauled his soulmate out of sight while his teacher ordered him to get in line as they continued their tour. He couldn’t focus on any of the various bewitching artifacts that the guide presented to them on their tour of the ancient world though, all he could think about was Remus. Alone. Stuck in some room. Missing out on the exhibits. Missing him.
“....Emile?”, Logan asked the boy standing to his left.
“Yes, Logan?”
“I’m about to do something very, very impulsive.”
“.... Okay?”
“And reckless.”
“...Right-”
“In the name of fate.”
“........”, Emile sighed, “What do you need me to do?”
“Either talk me out of what is likely a terrible decision that will without a doubt go on my permanent record and possibly disappoint my father. Or encourage me so that I may spend time with my soulmate for as long as possible.”
Emile shook his head, “Well, if cartoons have taught me anything, it’s that you’re gonna go for it no matter what I say so...”. He placed a hand on Logan’s shoulder, “Make it good, Logan, I wanna remember the day the untouchable Logan Smith lost his mind.”. With a shared chuckle, Emile let him wind up for whatever he was about to do, while Logan waited for his moment. The tour guide was gesturing to an exhibit of ancient Mayan armour when Logan chose to strike, raising his hand while Emile awaited the fireworks show to come.
“Sir? I have a question.“
“Of course, what is it?”
“Did the museum ask permission to have that armour?”
The guide looked confused while Logan’s teacher looked ready to have an aneurysm.
“I… don’t understand what you mean. Anyway this-”
“I’m merely asking,”, Logan interrupted, ready to keep pushing until he would be hauled off by security, “because I believe that if it were my culture being mercilessly appropriated and stolen from, I would be rather upset.”
“We’re allowed to have it because it’s for education-”
“But it’s still stealing. And stealing is always wrong, correct?”
“Well, it-”
“It’s a yes or no question, please answer as such-”
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Remus hadn’t expected company in the tantrum room, but he wasn’t complaining as Logan was marched in, looking positively proud of himself in spite of the way the security guard nearly tossed him inside with obvious frustration. With a bright grin, Remus pat the beanbag next to him, positively writhing with unbridled joy, “Spill! What’d you do?!”.
Logan tried to play stoic and prideful, but the excitement cracked through in his voice, “I merely inquired as to why museums considered their historical thievery to be ethically justified until the tour guide got angry and attempted to ignore me.”. “Sick!! Then what!?”, Remus’ delighted eyes met Logan’s with a similar sparkle of mischief.
Logan chuckled as he admired their string of fate, as people called it, slowly pulling his eyes from it to meet Remus’ again, “I screamed. Loudly. For quite the duration. I must say, I’m rather proud of my own lung capacity.”
Remus rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in it.
“Naturally, security came to try and calm the situation.”
“And then they brought you here?”
“No, they attempted to calm me down”, Logan snickered, “But, one of them put a hand on my shoulder rather rudely. So I bit them-” “YOU BIT ‘EM!?”, if Logan could bottle the light that radiated from Remus there and then, he would have, his own smile growing while his soulmate’s grin threatened to tear through his cheeks, “Logan, mi alma, you’re insane! I love it!”
“Mi alma?”, Logan queried, his cheeks losing the great blush war as his face radiated a nice rosy crimson.
“Oh, right!”, Remus explained, “It means ‘my soul’, it’s what people call their boyfriends ‘n’ stuff back home. I figured since you’re my soulmate, it makes sense to call you that!”
For a moment, Remus faltered, “Uh…. if you don’t mind I guess? It’s whatever, I’ll stop if you hate it-”
“No, no, I rather appreciate the sentiment,” , Logan awkwardly smiled back at Remus, “Mi alma?”
The wilder of the two threw his head back in a roar laughter, “Man, your pronunciation sucks! And that’s an easy one!“, he teased as he shuffled his beanbag closer to Logan’s and continued with a wild smile, “Looks like I gotta stay with you for sure now and make sure you get it right! You’re stuck with me, Nerdy Wolverine!”
It would be hard work convincing his father to let him move schools to be with Remus, Logan knew that. Despite the fact his father adored love in all forms and regarded the bond of soulmates as sacred, Logan knew it’d logically be a hard sell to ask his father to not only pull him out of an expensive academy, but also to have him possibly move home or make a rather lengthy commute.
But as Remus’ had met Logan’s, the latter found himself locking fingers with his wild soulmate, banishing that thought while they still had time together. Whether it would work out right away, after a couple of months, or even over the course of a few years, they’d make it work.
“Falsehood,”, Logan smirked, “I believe it’s you that’s stuck with me.”
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Okay, this one’s the cutest thing hands down. I’m so proud of this one! As a tidbit, I had it in mind that their single fathers were Janus for the twins and Patton for Logan.
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If their roles were swapped: how would Sam fare as a psionic and Ike as a lycomorph? How would their lives, personality and outlook change?
I actually answered this same hypothetical on my old oc blog years ago! However, my answer was pretty general, and with the development PT has had since then I have a better idea of what the specifics would be now, I think. Incoming longpost.
SAM AS A PSIONIC
SITUATION: Growing up in Rietveld would appeal to Sam for some of the same reasons it appealed to Isaac. Baby Sam ABSOLUTELY would have appreciated being stolen from her birth family, taken out of contact with her shitty father, and raised in an environment with some semblance of stability. However, with her general temperament and attitude I don't think she would ever have the same level of emotional attachment to Rietveld that Isaac does. In his most bootlicker moments, Rietveld IS his family, and a genuine savior to people like him.
Sam wouldn't share that take.
She would feel that the Rietveld Academy is more of a necessary evil. An organization with a good mission statement and a bunch of power hungry dirtbags looking to co-opt it into their personal army (a pretty on-the-nose assessment).
Adapting to her new life would be harder for her than it was on Ike, as she is generally allergic to rules and strict schedules and conformity. She would be a lot of trouble as a new recruit, hideously uncooperative and generally looking for problems. Of course, when you deal exclusively with kidnapped children, you see this kind of behavior a lot, so she wouldn’t actually be anything the Academy wasn't prepared to handle. Eventually she would tucker herself out enough to become somewhat system compliant (but she would always be looking for discreet acts of rebellion that she could get away with).
As she got older she would feel torn between wanting to put as much distance between her and Rietveld politics as possible, and feeling an obligation to every other psionic to try and effect change where possible. She would decide the latter was the morally right thing to do, and end up going down a very similar career path to Ike. In general, she would make a lot of his same choices, she'd just be more conscientious about it.
Assuming she was as psychically talented as Ike is, she'd have a similar time rising through ranks, garnering some level of recognition, reaching a sort of smalltime celeb status in certain corners of Rietveld. Eventually, though, her career would come to a ceiling. While this Sam would have learned to hold her tongue now and then, she is terminally pushy and nosy, and there would come a point where her superiors just... didn't want her any closer to sensitive information. Her career would lose steam in a much less dramatic way than Ike’s, and though she would remain respected people’s attention would drift as she settled into the life of a cog.
From here I can see two options.
1. She gets disillusioned and leaves for Verdamt of her own volition, growing even more disgruntled with Rietveld once she’s living outside of the system. She lives her best life but feels bitter that Rietveld stole years of her life from her.
2. She stays in her position for years, becoming one of those “cool middle aged mentor who is in a position of authority but not a jackass about it and looks the other way if you break a rule that hurts nobody” type characters who dies in a story’s inciting incident, either after discovering something they shouldn’t have and/or getting mercilessly betrayed by someone obviously evil who they fully trusted for some reason (fitting for her).
PERSONALITY: Sam as you know her, but with a much larger vocabulary. She has strategically polished her personality to come off as more intentional, charming, and rascal-y in order to balance her innate desire to mouth off and backtalk with her need to function in Rietveld’s existing hierarchy. Unflappably confident. Could function as a D&D party’s face without getting them all killed.
Cuts her hair short, very clean cut style, doesn’t smell sweaty. No tattoos. Still missing an eye.
ISAAC AS A LYCOMORPH
SITUATION: Ike's regular life is already stressful enough, and he is emotionally equipped to deal with psionic problems, he is not emotionally equipped to deal with lycomorph problems like Sam is.
First things first: he spent his entire childhood being raised ("raised”) by Seymour. Seymour is a career lycomorph hunter who has spent years tracking his runaway feral werewolf wife with the intent to kill her. He ABSOLUTELY expects his sons to follow in his footsteps, and when they are older, he makes sure they do. He raises his sons telling them they are obligated to help in the mom hunt and that every person they let her kill is second hand their fault. Terry grows up going “haha sure okay dad (turns to Ike and makes the cuckoo sign at him)”, but Isaac takes this to heart because he is just... really susceptible to guilt tactics.
You can probably already guess how Isaac would get infected and how Seymour would react to this.
Isaac knows his father is an awful, terrible man, even more than usual since he was actually raised (”raised”) by him. He KNOWS it. Even so, he finds himself completely caught off guard. He really for real thought “my dad would never murder me” was really a boundary Seymour wouldn’t cross. Of course, he also knows (”knows”) he shouldn’t feel hurt about this either, because executing the infected just makes sense, you know...
So this sad, wretched dogman is probably just going to let Seymour kill him, but luckily Terry is a voice of reason AS ALWAYS and kills Seymour before he can (something Terry has always wanted to do anyway).
Isaac copes very badly with being a lycomorph. While Sam adapts to her new normal relatively quickly, everything about being a lycomorph repulses Ike. He doesn’t like the transformations, they’re inconvenient and he finds them disproportionately painful. He doesn’t like being a naked wolfman once the change is over with. He hates eating carrion. He develops a psychosomatic weak stomach and struggles to eat enough for a lycomorph because he can’t emotionally bring himself to eat sub-human-grade food because THAT’S GROSS.
Luckily, good ol’ dependable Terry is looking out for him. No, really. Terry looks out for him. Not very well, because this is Terry we’re talking about, but he’s giving it his all and making sure Ike doesn’t die. (What makes you think Terry wouldn’t be there for his only brother?)
PERSONALITY: Absolutely VIBRATING with anxiety. Imagine one of those excruciatingly fearful, huge bite risk dogs. That’s him. Really hung up on and over dramatic about being a monster. Out of touch with what he likes and wants because he repressed like 3/4ths of his personality to get along with dad.
Looks like regular Ike got lost in the woods for a week. Doesn’t wax. Shakes like a chihuahua.
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So, I am continuing to read Ever Night and got to this bit:
“Sangsang stood in a daze on the mountain. There was a small town at the foot of the mountain. She could see the waterwheel at the steam outside the town, and vaguely hear the bustle coming from it. At noon, she could smell the scent of food from the town. She knew that this was not reality. Because in this world, Ning Que was not by her side. But she could not ascertain if this world was the world on the chessboard because she only saw the world and not the chessboard.”
She knows this world is an illusion and not real because NQ is not by her side and she knows he will never leave her in any reality. OMG YOUR OTP COULD NEVER!
And then this bit:
She was not allowed to leave because if she walked too far out, she did not know if she would be able to find her way back. If Ning Que were to come to this world to find her, she should stay at this spot and wait for him. This was something that Ning Que would always tell her before he went out to hunt or do something else when she was very small. He would repeat over and over again that she was not to leave her spot no matter what happened because he would not be able to find her should she move. Sangsang would always seek confirmation then. She would ask, "Will you definitely come to find me?" "Of course." Ning Que would say. Then, Sangsang would rest assured and do as he requested. She would stand in the same spot and wait for him without moving.
She is waiting for him in illusion world because (a) she just knows he can find her anywhere and (b) because he trained her to when they were children and seriously their childhood is SO HORRIFIC because he is only four years older than she is, so basically he’d be eight and she was four or something and they’d do this, this is insane!
Also, this bit when, of course, he finds her in illusion world:
Ning Que said, "Don't be afraid. Come to me." Sangsang shook her head. She looked at the light surrounding her and said, "You will die." Ning Que said, "I have said before, that if you die, I will die too. So why don't we die together." Sangsang knew that this was true, so she jumped down.
I love that she doesn’t care if she will die, just worried for him and then his response and how she just accepts it as a matter of course.
This OTP is so freaking epic.
And here is when he learns she is going to live:
After some time, Master Qishan tenderly looked up at Sangsang and said, "There is no illness in the world that cannot be cured. However, it will be difficult and painful to cure it." Sangsang glanced at Ning Que and said serenely and with determination, "I'm not afraid of pain." She was not afraid of death, but she did not want to die. That was because she knew that Ning Que would be very sad if she died. He might even die with her. That was why she wanted to live. She would continue living no matter how much pain she had to endure. That was why her answer was so firm. Master Qishan looked at her with the beginnings of a smile. He answered just as firmly, "Then I will definitely be able to cure you." When he heard that, Ning Que suddenly felt a buzz in his mind, and he could not hear anything further. His body seemed to have suddenly turned into floating clouds on the cliff. He stumbled onto the futon and could not speak. Almost at the same time, all the tightly closed pores on his skin began to sweat. His Academy uniform was drenched in seconds, looking as if he had been in the rain. This year, while he had seemed as calm as usual and did not seem any different when conversing with others and fulfilling matters. In reality, he had been anxious and fearful in the extreme because of Sangsang's illness. When he heard the Master's affirmative, the negative emotions he had kept within him for a long time were quicky released in one go, along with the cold sweat. His body and heart were taken over by the extreme joy he felt, and he felt as if he was about to float up into the sky. However, this sudden release of emotions had caused an intense blow to his body. He suddenly became very weak and was like a severely ill patient who had just started to recover. Master Qishan looked at him and guessed that he must have endured unimaginable torment and pain. He comforted him kindly, "This is a cause for celebration." Sangsang took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat that flowed like rain from Ning Que's face. Ning Que smiled with difficulty, saying, "This is indeed something to celebrate."
He is so insanely tough - I mean he’s had to be, he had to kill someone and escape the massacre of the entire household when he was four and then wandered and lived on his own raising a freaking baby he found in a pile of corpses - and yet he just cannot with SangSang, she’s basically his reason for living. I mean, he basically has a breakdown from sheer relief and he’s ice cold facing hordes of killers. This is a trope I love so much - despite his age, he’s a hardened killer with flexible morals and rather fearless (mainly because he genuinely doesn’t care too much if he lives or dies, he’s too fucked up) but he is endlessly, hopelessly soft for SangSang. I do think finding her saved his life not in the physical sense but because otherwise he’d have become a murderous monster and been killed long ago. And this isn’t “bad guy soft for one innocent” trope either - Ning Que is cold as hell but he is not a classic bad guy - he doesn’t seek out killing because he gets pleasure rom murder (though it doesn’t bother him to kill for money or other practical reasons), and he has (a very few) people he cares for and some principles. He’s terrifying but not evil. And SangSang is no Disney Princess even before she transforms into Goddess Ruler of the Universe. She is endlessly practical and helps him with revenge killings (and helped him kill that abuser old man they lived with on the mountain - and seriously, it basically encapsulates them that NQ even as a kid was willing to put up with all the abuse as long as he thought it was a safe place for SangSang but when he realizes it was not and the man was going to harm SS, it was murder time. My feral babies!) and just reserved and money-grubbing and just. I love her.
PS I will NEVER be over the fact that Ning Que is so stubborn and so fixated on SangSang he basically warps the universe. Because he finds out the girl he raised and his little handmaiden is basically terrifying Goddess Supreme and he effed up her equivalent of mortal trial and now she has awakened she loathes that she slummed it with a human and will endlessly punish him for it, and he’s all “oh, OK, dammit, I WILL TURN YOU HUMAN AT LEAST FOR ME AGAIN no matter what” and he succeeds in awakening her humanity again and like !!!! Your insane murdery OTP could never.
#cnovel#ever night#you should probably blacklist those tags because there will be a lot of word vomit
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Masterlist of AUs
okay i’m never putting anything under a read more ever again bc i deleted this whole ass thing and now i’m redoing it so forget me worrying about it being long af it’s what it is my friends
me, scrolling back through my blog: where tf are all my aus smh
(this is why i need them all in one place)
so without further ago, here we go (the title brings you to the tag on my blog, the numbers bring you the posts for that au):
short stay au - Five jumps forward into the apocalypse and gets stuck, but not for forty-five years. No, in fact, Five is only stuck for one year before he figures out how to get home. Which means the Hargreeves get a lap full of traumatized teenage boy with no idea who the Commission agents trying to kill them are (one)
dolores is the universe au - Dolores isn’t just a mannequin, she’s actually the concept of the universe. The only reason Five can hear her is because overuse of his powers has given him enough exposure to the rift between world that she can reach him. But how to explain this to the siblings who think he’s just traumatized? (one, two, three)
immortal au - The first time Five died, he didn’t know it. The second time was harder to explain. The third and the fourth... well. In the apocalypse, Five figures out that he can’t die, which would be fine except every time he dies he resets himself to thirteen. Puberty? Again? Everyone is more than a little concerned about Five’s lack of concern over his welfare, but hey he’ll start caring again when he’s got further to fall okay? (one)
imaginary friend au - When Five was little, he had an imaginary friend named Dolores. He had that imaginary friend for far longer than he should have, to the point where Reginald intervened. And so they all remember this when Five pops back up toting around a mannequin and calling her Dolores, the only difference is Five has stopped giving a single fuck what old Reggie had to say and he isn’t giving up his friend again so easily (one)
instant arrival au - When Five jumps forward, he doesn’t jump into the apocalypse. Instead, he jumps straight into his father’s funeral. He sort of treats it as a weird vacation until he finds out Ben is dead and tries to return, and finds out he can’t. Now his siblings have to deal with a thirteen-year-old brother who saves the day by just being himself (one, two, three)
barking mad au - Vanya’s apocalypse was more targeted and only killed the humans. Five jumps into the apocalypse and instead of being alone, he’s adopted by the feral packs and colonies that have cropped up. He learns to bark and purr and growl and hiss to communicate, finding friends and family where humanity is gone. Of course, this makes returning to said humanity more than a little bit tricky. It’s not his fault his siblings are dense and don’t understand body language, ugh. (one, two, three)
pushed au - Instead of forbidding time travel, Reginald encourages it. He pushes Five to try it, and so when Five vanishes it’s Reginald’s fault. Written off as no great loss, the siblings realize how disposable they are. Who of them will be the next Five? Trust broken, they don’t stick around to find out and run away. When Five returns, it’s to a very different family who has learned how to depend on one another and protect each other. Together, they figure out how to stop the apocalypse (one)
memory mishap au - The siblings take Five’s hands and jump back in time, and it works! They’re thirteen again! Except for the fact that Five had managed to forget everything that happened since the day he decided to jump forward in time the first time. It’s the others turn to protect him as they run away. Five tries to get his memories back, but is that really what’s best? (one, two)
ghost five au - Five doesn’t leave. He stays, and when that one fateful day happens where one of them is slated to die, Five decides to bite the bullet and take Ben’s place. Even knowing Klaus’s powers, he wasn’t really expecting to wake up as a ghost. He somehow unites the family through the power of being irritating and getting Klaus involved. (one)
broken five au - Reginald puts his foot down once and for all about time travel, by threatening Vanya’s life if Five puts another toe out of line. Five, fully believing his father capable of getting rid of the ‘useless’ child, shuts down. When his siblings find out what broke Five, they all decide to run away for their own safety as much as Vanya’s. They end up adopted by a woman happily living in the woods in her cabin who wasn’t expecting to adopt seven children but here she is and she certainly isn’t returning them to Reginald so. Seven kids it is. (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven)
run nanny run au - Look the nannies aren’t blind. They know Reginald doesn’t care about the kids and is looking at them like they’re weapons and not people, so it really shouldn’t be as surprising as it is that they decide to just take the kids and run one day. They are going to give these seven toddlers normal childhoods if it kills them, even if they have to dodge Reginald and the law as they do so. And no one forces Vanya to eat oatmeal like damn (one)
travel forward au - Instead of taking them back, Five miscalculates. It shouldn’t be unexpected, seeing as Five has never taken passengers before. But he manages to slingshot them directly into the future - into the apocalypse. The family gets a first hand look at how Five lived for forty years and gain a better understanding of their brother as he frantically works to get them all out again before they starve to death. (one, two)
daemon au - a crossover with the His Dark Materials universe by Philip Pullman, the Umbrella Academy live in a world where their souls walk beside them in the form of animals made of a material called dust. Of course, with these guys it can never be that simple. Ben’s daemon didn’t vanish upon his death and hangs out with Klaus, Luther and Diego’s daemons are always fighting, Allison’s is lazy and disagrees with her constantly, there’s something off about Vanya’s, and Five’s hasn’t settled yet. It’s certainly a bit of a mad house. (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, art)
plush companion au - Dolores wasn’t the only friend Five made in the apocalypse. A terrified and grieving child, he built himself a city out of statues and mannequins and stuffed animals. He built himself an entire world in his own imagination to keep himself from crumbling to insanity. Of course, his siblings have a few question after their brother turns back up and suddenly there’s toys turning up in the manor? (one)
atla au - a crossover with Avatar: The Last Airbender, aka all the kids are benders. In a universe where the Xth avatar is foretold to bring about the end of the world, Reginald manages to get his hands on seven children born whose mother’s hadn’t been pregnant when the day began. Apparently he’s training them to defeat this eventual evil avatar, but little do they know that said avatar is among them and tricked into believing she’s a nonbender (one, two)
suppression au - Reginald doesn’t just use his power suppression drugs on Vanya, he uses them as punishment on the others. They learn that their powers can be taken away on a whim and as punishment, and they’re forced to adapt. Five teaches Vanya the skills he learns to cope without powers, because without them they’re on the same level of competency. Vanya realizes just because she’s ordinary she isn’t useless. A more confident and competent Vanya results, and it changes the future for the better (one)
pianist five au - Vanya isn’t the only child who picks up an instrument. Five learns how to play the decorative piano in the mansion so that he can accompany Vanya’s practice. It becomes more than a hobby. In the end, when words can’t get through to the White Violin, it’s perhaps only music that can soothe the savage beast. (one)
artist klaus au - Klaus was a good artist as a child before Reginald deemed art as being ‘childish’ and forbid it. He forgets until he does some art therapy in rehab, and reignites his passion. He steals notebooks and art supplies and does drawings and caricatures for a quick buck on the streets. When the apocalypse is stopped, he also introduces art therapy to his siblings. It’s just soft tbh (one, two)
out of time au - Five doesn’t jump to eight days before the apocalypse, he jumps to the day of. He has to figure things out and figure them FAST. As such, he’s much more open to delegation and includes Vanya in this because lord knows he’s aware she’s more sensible than half his siblings. And if Vanya and Leonard argue when she wants to look after her brother that she only just got back well, if the apocalypse was prevented by this rift then it’s probably for the best (one)
how i met your mother au - The Hargreeves jump back in time, but way back to before they were even born. They find their birth mothers, and get to learn exactly who they were, and it’s a little alarming to find out that they’re all people. The kids built them up in their heads as the monsters who gave them up, but they’re just people with hopes and dreams and fears, capable of mistakes and who had to make a choice on the worst day of their lives. (one)
responsible luther au - Five only spends a year in the apocalypse before jumping back and is relieved to find he has four years to stop the apocalypse. Except, Reginald decides that Five isn’t getting out of his hands again and restrains him. The last child left in the house, Luther, has a choice to make. And he makes it. He chooses Five, and absconds with him from the house. Luther tries to help a deeply traumatized Five recover, while also dealing with his reunited family and Reginald teaming up with the Commission to kidnap Five back. To be honest he should have only expected a mess when all the Hargreeves come together (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve)
in the trenches au - Just because Vanya is ‘powerless’ doesn’t mean useless. After all, Klaus doesn’t exactly have a combat based power. So Vanya was included, she was part of the Umbrella Academy, she went on the missions and killed and got hurt and risked her life alongside everyone else. Which means that she isn’t dismissed, she isn’t excluded. She’s as much a part of this as they all are, and that changes everything (one)
post apocalypse au - Just things I think the Hagreeves should get up to in a world where they have to deal with the fact that the world isn’t going to end and they actually have to inhabit it. They decide to try and live instead of whatever they’ve been doing for twenty-nine years, figuring out what they like and don’t like as they go where they were never really allowed to before (one)
late addition au - on one fateful day, forty-three women gave birth despite not beginning the day pregnant. Forty-three women produced forty-four children, and that one extra wasn’t exactly supposed to be there. Indeed, unhappy with the apocalypse plans, the Universe slipped her own child next to another as an almost sleeper agent of sorts. Five grew up with his mother’s voice in his ear, the knowledge that he wasn’t like the others, and a mission to take out the true cause of the apocalypse: the Commission. (one, two)
double trouble au - They stop the apocalypse, but that’s not the end of it because a few days after it all ends Five shows up. Except Five is already there. This is a younger Five who time traveled, except there’s no apocalypse to meet him now. Baby Five manages to convince his elder counterpart to see how long it takes the rest of the siblings to cotton onto the fact that there are two of them, and it’s downright alarming how long it actually takes (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)
pride and prejudice au - The Hargreeves have returned to Netherfield to figure out the estate after their father’s death. Airheaded Klaus falls head over heels for local soldier Dave Katz, much to the chagrin of over-protective and pig-headed brother Diego. Fortunately, Dave has the fearsome and wonderful Eudora Patch at his side as his best friend. And his little sister, Dolores, is best friends with Five Hargreeves? And for reasons unknown, the Handler is back and sniffing around. (one, two, three, four, five, six)
poster child au - Klaus is a little bit more accurate with that fire extinguisher and Five drops through into the courtyard with a bloody nose and the beginning of a frankly impressive black eye. It’s looking like the poster child for child abuse that Five goes to griddy’s, and Agnes isn’t leaving this abused child alone out front, right? So she witnesses everything and ends up taking Five under her wing and rolling with the whole ‘stop the apocalypse’ train. Along the way she adopts six more children adults, falls in love with an assassin, and saves the world (one)
mechanical boy au - Five and Grace have always been close, in their own way. Away from prying eyes, with careful sentences and unsaid words. Allies in survival against a man who doesn’t care if they live or die. An exploration of a Five who takes more of an interest in his mother, and more in subterfuge. (one, two, three)
ben saves the day au - Instead of Ben dying, it was Klaus. Without his two favorite brothers, Ben drifts away from the family. He leaves when he hits 18 and doesn’t look back. He builds himself a life, gets a job, learns to live. And then of course he’s tossed back into drama central when Reggie kicks the bucket. On the bright side, Ben got one of his favorite brothers back. On the other hand, it appears that Ben got the entire family’s brain cells in the divorce. (one, two, three)
robot five au - Five is just like any of the other Hargreeves, except of course for the fact that he shares more in common with their mother than the other squishier members of the family. It’s a difficult existence, trying to be yourself when even just having free will is too much to ask. But a little trip to the apocalypse and back and Five is done with all this human bullshit and would like very much for people to stop trying to kill his family, thank you. If the others can accept Grace as their mother then on god they will accept Five as their brother. (one, two)
the commission boy au - The Boy was the only success in a series of failures regarding experiments with Number Five’s DNA, or at least the samples left behind after his rather explosive exit. Growing up trained to be the perfect assassin, the Boy eventually discovers the Commission’s dirty laundry. Mainly, the existence of Five. Assuming that Five is another successful experiment and his ‘brother’, the Boy betrays the Commission and embarks on a journey to discover who his family are, and more importantly, who he is. (one, two, three, four, five, six)
hogwarts au - When Five is ten, a woman comes to the house and talks about magic. Reginald tosses her out, but Five follows her and tells her with wide innocent eyes that their father bought them and is planning to expose their ‘powers’ to the world. The magical community can’t have that, and all seven children are bundled up and placed at Hogwarts. They still have their powers, which don’t seem to be linked to their magic in any way, but they’re not about to tell any of the adults that. (one, two, three, four, five, six, seven)
changeling au - When 43 children were born around the world, they became a curiosity that got the attention of a powerful member of the fae, The Handler. Changelings are traditional, so she sent off a minion to swap one of the children with her own - except something goes wrong. The switch isn’t made. One woman assumes she had twins, and gives both of them to Reginald Hargreeves. Five grows up with rules. Lies burn like coal on his tongue, he is bound to his word, and he knows the true power of names. The Handler isn’t willing to let sleeping dogs lie. (one, two, three)
timeboy au - When Five is young, he finds a blue box in an alley that feels like home. He finds a friend, the TARDIS finds family. She finds him again, over and over through the years. Five grows up with the TARDIS’s voice humming in his head, blue glowing on his hands. He asks her to teach him to time travel, and she does. But when he jumps - time screams. It’s wrong. It’s time for a team up between Five and Team TARDIS to fix the timeline, prevent the apocalypse, and learn some important life lessons along the way. (one, two, ao3)
supernatural au - In another world, 43 children appeared out of thin air. In this world, Reginald is a collector. Of what, you might ask? Well just look in his library. Reginald Hargreeves is one of the world’s foremost expects on supernatural and mythical creatures. Why, just look at his children. (one)
pokemon au - Blessed by legendaries, the Umbrella Academy aren’t entirely human. They look human enough, but humans can’t learn pokemon moves. Humans don’t have a type. Reginald wriggles through a loophole, and gets custody of seven legendary children, though of course there are only six on a traditional team. Sorry Vanya. (one)
gym leader au - the Hargreeves are certainly a power family since they were trained from infancy to be the best trainers they can be. Of course, being gym leaders means they’re in the middle of all the weird and wacky shit that happens. Don’t mention the celebi incident that resulted in the dragon gym leader looking like a teenager, for the love of god. (one)
unviable au - Time travel doesn’t work. It needs a conduit. Taking all of time into something as fallible as a human heart... Five gets to the apocalypse, and he doesn’t immediately realize that he can’t touch things any more. He can’t interact with the world. He figures he got stuck in a pocket dimension of some sort, and eventually manages to travel back in time - except the only people who can see him are Klaus and Ben. They tell him that he’s dead, a ghost, but that’s not going to stop him from saving his family and, maybe, the world. (one, two, three)
prophet five au - Five’s time powers are a little different than canon. When he dreams, he sees the future. A possible future. He spends most of his childhood tweaking and prodding at the world to make sure his family is safe, terrified of being discovered. And then he starts dreaming of the apocalypse, of a life he hasn’t lived, and he decides to change the world. But he needs a little help. That’s where Vanya comes in. (one)
delayed au - when forty-three children were born, one mother looked Reginald Hargreeves in the eyes and said, no thank you. She would raise her child herself, thanks. Except her son turns five-years-old, and he’s not safe. He teleports, and he gets lost, and - she turns to the academy in desperation. Five knows about the outside world. Knows that he was loved. Reginald is full of shit, and Five tries his best to save the world. (one)
tog/tua crossover - Five dies in the apocalypse and starts dreaming of other people. Andy has been confused about the immortal child she’s dreamed about on and off for eons. Nile joins the team and with the power of google search, they set off to find the mystery child immortal. Five, on the other hand, would just like to stop the apocalypse and maybe take down the commission thank-you-very-much. (one, two, three)
rebel vanya au - Vanya’s meds suppressed her powers, but her emotions were fine. Vanya grew up loud, grew up sneaking out and acting out because the only attention she could wrench from Reginald was negative attention. With anger in her heart, a friendship with her favorite two brothers based on bashing their father, and girlfriend Helen Cho that was maybe an enemies to lovers orchestra au. When Five pops back up, Vanya isn’t going to let anything get in the way or her and her girlfriend’s concert, so obviously they have to stop the apocalypse. Right? (one)
the red book au - Five finds several things in the apocalypse. He finds an eye, he finds Vanya’s book, and he finds Reginald’s notebook. Five finds out about his sister’s powers when he’s just a teenager, and grows up knowing about them. This... changes some things, when he hops back in time to save everyone. (one, two)
five meets susan au - Susan Pevensie is an old woman now, but that’s okay, because Five is old as well where it matters. They’ve both lived through loss and love and heartache, both know what it’s like to be too old to be so young and too young to be so old. They both know what it’s like to be lost in a world so different from the one they knew before. They both know what it’s like to be left alone. But that’s okay, because Five needed someone who understands him and Susan is the closest thing he’s got. (one, two, three)
oneshots - Just little oneshots, usually within the scope of vague canon or post-stopping the apocalypse times where I write about just family bonding and conversation I would like to see happen in canon. Usually about the siblings bonding and occur on a whim. (one)
#masterlist#my aus#au masterlist#if there's any y'all want me to explore more#all u gotta do is ask#i also have a whole lot of au asks sitting in my inbox as well for me to eventually respond to#but i wanted to finish this up first#the umbrella academy#tua#tua aus#master list
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Extra-Ordinary: My Life as Number Seven
The Academy
The Umbrella Academy, our home. the academy never truly felt like a home, with its halls filled with dead animals with their beaded eyes that seemed to track our every move and the vases that littered through our home, some of them even more expensive than we are.
ever since we were little children our family name has weighed us down, with our fathers legacy looming behind our back. unlike my siblings who had their legacy set for them, i had struggled all my life to make myself worthy of our family name. i had spent decades trying to reach our fathers impossible expectation. our family name became a threat rather than a trophy for me, with my name known to the world yet unlike everybody else, i have brought nothing into the table
the academy started operating when we were three, when the kraken showed his powers and our father decided to train him to hone his powers better. ever since then our house felt more of a boarding school than anything else, with its posters on the walls teaching everybody how to defend ourselves and the fact that ever since we were three we had to wear our uniforms.
i had watched in the side as the academy started to mold my siblings into the lifeless monsters that they have became, with them turning more grey and viscous as days passes by. i wish i had the same feral instinct that they had, then maybe i could've bit back to their taunts that have haunted me for the last decade.
i am not allowed to participate in half of the academy's curriculum which is my siblings' training for their superpower but i was tasked to observe them from the side. because of this i had to watch as my siblings slowly hallowed out while i jotted out their mistakes and lousiness. i had tried to lie about their weaknesses for the fear that my father would punish then but in return our father only punished me and never again did i try that stunt again, afraid that i would have to face harsher consequences
the academy was harsh to everybody, with its very existence killing us slowly, pointing out our mistakes and stripping away our childhood one by one. as we grew older we started to resent the academy, with the sèance even blatantly calling the academy as 'torture chamber for dead kids' on one of his interviews as a teenager. our father was not very happy with the sèance and his comment to the academy and thus the sèance got punished quite severely that time
the academy continued to run even after the boy ran away, with its curriculum only adjusted to fit in with the remaining member of the academy. my siblings' training became longer and harsher after the boy disappeared making our lessons shorter and shorter as days passed by. a year after the boy left we practically didn't have a lesson anymore and this had meant that i had all the time with nothing else to do
since our father didn't always require me to observe my siblings i didn't know a lot about their training after the boy left, their group trainings lessened as times went by and our father opted to individually train my siblings. the academy felt harsher after the boy left, the air became to thick and filled with curiousness and taunts of who is going to follow the boy and never ever return. my siblings stopped to really respect our family name after that, all except spaceboy who still thought of the academy as our sacred home and our duty to our father. this fact had been the reason of hundreds of fights that had started in our house, all of them somehow ended up bloody, even fights that included me.
years later, the horror died in the academy grounds with the sèance's howls of anguish filling up the cold hallways. i could never forget on how the following days after the horror died i remember hearing phantom voices, spent nights crying on my room as my mind tried to make me believe that the boy and the horror were really roaming the halls and laughing at nights, that the boy really was outside my room begging to be let in and that the horror was really calling my name and begging me to save him. i had spent days flinching because i thought that i had heard the boy and the horror on the academy's hallways
weeks later the academy became the home to the horror's monument, with the horror's statue residing of the heart of the academy, our courtyard. i remember the chaos that the horror's statue brought into our home, with it being the final push that we needed to escape our father's clutches. the night that i had moved out i remember how i walked on the academy's halls one last time, my eyes roaming all over as if i had wanted to memorize the prison that had kept me for years with nobody but myself to talk to.
the academy is known for a lot of things, our family's legacy, the umbrella academy's home amd the hargreeves resident but what nobody knew is that the academy not what it seemed to be. it is our prison built by our own father where we are forced to grow up way to young and to hurt everybody inside or else be the one bleeding. what has been known to have produced the worlds first superhero was nothing more than a house that had abused and broken everyone inside its walls.
#the umbrella academy#extra ordinary: my life as number seven#HOLY FUCK IM FINISHED#THERE ARE TEARS IN MY EYES#yes this is a rewrite
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ooc: All Available Muses/Characters on this blog!
Final Fantasy 7:
Xia Malificia (A flirtatious, mischievous girl who used to live in Sector 5 but grew sick of her overprotective parents and living poorly and ran away. She used her beauty and charm to con people out of money before finding and getting hired by the Honeybee Inn. Now she is a singer there as well as a bee girl and is still up to her old tricks. Can be fandomless!)
Monster Hunter:
Sonafuwa (A Paolumu who gained the ability to turn human. Sonafuwa is shy and tends to stay in the trees and away from hunters so she won’t get hunted. When she meets someone friendly, she becomes more calm and is happy to make a new friend)
Sakura (A Pink Rathian that gained the ability to turn human. Territorial at first but can become friendly if she sees the other means no harm. Prissy and doesn’t mind Hunters so long as she isn’t their target.)
Final Fantasy 14:
Shay Pierina (A Miqo’te who was found as a child in the poor parts of Ul’dah by a woman who adopted lost children. With no memories of her original home, she stayed and was raised there despite acting a bit feral at first. When she heard Hydaelyn calling her, she wanted to know what was going on and after some encouraging, set off on a journey to find out more about being a Warrior of Light)
Orabella Kalon (A shy Elezen Summoner from the First world. A scholar of Crystarium, Orabella decided to travel to study the magic of the world and stumbled into the pixie land, becoming captured until one day she was suddenly freed. Now she wanders with new pixie friends, still set on studying. Also has a fandomless verse.)
Fate Series:
Emilia Clarimond (A Fate Master OC. Emilia comes from a family of mages who decided she would be the first to fight for the grail in hopes she would make their family famous. But Emilia has other plans. Also has a Fairy Tail verse in the Alt. Verse page)
Yugioh:
Aku Yazoi (A wannabe punk boy who is hot tempered and tries to act cool but is a sucker for cute girls. Is kind of a dweeb. Is from 5Ds. Also has fandomless verse for non-Yugioh threads)
Demon Slayer:
Christina Terrwyn (A young Demon Slayer who was taught everything she knows by her retired dad. A tad hyper and reckless, she finds slaying exhilarating and exciting but also aims to protect her family including her two younger sisters)
Fire Emblem Three Houses:
Diana Fotieni (A student at the Academy under the Blue Lions house training to become a knight one day. She is studious and trains hard, seeming always serious but holds a secret soft side to her once one gets to know her better.)
My Hero Academia:
Kyana Aeira(A wannabe heroine with the ability to conjure fire. Easily excitable and tends to rush into fights without thinking but wants to help the world and has a big heart.)
Kalliphae Myressei(A moth woman with the ability to heal others using a powder that emits from her. She is a princess of a far off kingdom. Acts with a noble air and always tries to follow her heart. Has a My Hero Academia verse where she is a assistant teacher/nurse.)
Tia “Usagi” Faye (Bubbly kind of girly girl whose quirk is magnetism. She can make anything she touches become magnetic, even things that aren’t normally something you can stick magnets to like trees. She uses this alongside rollerblading to fight and calls herself Usagi for the jump tricks she can pull off while blading around. A student at UA.)
Pokemon:
Chiyumi Muzai (A newbie Pokemon trainer from Hearthome with a Piplup named Pippin as her starter and a friendly Swablu by the name of Peeps. Shy and slightly clumsy and tends to attract Pokemon when she doesn’t want to)
Piper/Peeps(An Altaira Gijinka girl who can’t speak human very well and tends to just say Peep or chirp or hum. Very innocent and naive and loves to give hugs to people and can be a tad air-headed. Belongs to Chiyumi)
Nier Automata:
10B (A Battle Unit android who is more emotional than the androids of YorHa usually are. She is playful and a tad flirtatious, calling people darling just for the fun of it. She is also very protective of humans or anyone she deeply cares for to the point where she will kill whoever harmed them.)
Fandomless:
Ourania Thanos (A dragon that can turn into a human. Cocky, egotistical, and loves to show off to others. Loves to fight people just to fight strong opponents and also loves to eat lots of meat and drinks lots of ale. Has a Monster Hunter verse where she is a Jinouga gijinka)
Nikki Irving (An oddball Alchemist of a girl who stumbled upon a cursed Eldritch Being who had been shrunk and turned into a tiny octopus. She decided to keep it as a pet, named it Tickles, and has no idea it is slowly influencing her mind.)
Miyu Neraida (An innocent angel curious about the human world. Very naive and quick to trust others and has a sympathetic heart. Has a fairy verse)
Iyumi Akuma (A bratty, whiny, wannabe queen with high delusions. She can be a major pain, demanding attention or demanding servants but deep down wants a king to serve and be submissive towards. Can change to be better with time.)
Chloe Thaleia (Mischievous thief from a family of thieves looking for her older brother who left home when she was a child. Will steal from you playfully then give it back once she’s caught. Has a magical greatsword she stole that can use the four elements but she has no idea how to use it.)
Colette Eirina (Princess of Maas Kingdom and a rather air headed one at that. A hopeless romantic who reads tons of romance novels and is very naive but a sweet and kind person willing to help others. Though she mainly needs help herself.)
#ooc#all available characters#all available muses#snippets of my muses listed on the blog#there are aus for some under my alt verses page too
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Kostas is the best character in Fire Emblem Three Houses
He’s the epitome of everything wrong in Fodlan.
Even if he has 20 children*, he is killed without even getting a chance at a fair trial; hell, you, as the player, execute him without letting him explain why he tried to kill three children.
And you know what?
If Byleth listened to that poor man, a father of 20 children, telling him that he was just a mercenary like him, but poor recolts turned him to banditry and that armored red guy promised him food and money for his starving family at home, would Byleth have executed him readily?
Of course not!
Poor Kostas was a pawn. He was used by the agarthians, like a good majority of the cast, and is as tragic as Edelgard, Dimitri, Nemesis or even Rhea.
But why Kostas is executed without any remorse?
Why did he became a brigand instead of becoming a merchant like Ignatz’s parents?
Because of his social status.
Look at his dentition, the man must most likely come from a poor background. Public education isn’t a thing yet, and most likely, the salvation knights (the Fodlan version of the salvation army) didn’t pass by his random village.
They only care about Remire, and why is that? Because Remire is urban enough to get any kind of importance, and they are able to petition the Church.
Those ecclesiastical bastards don’t care about the poor masses living in rural areas, because they can’t pay the tithes (the church taxes).
This is the reason why Kostas, and his friends, turned to banditry. They didn’t even have a crest to gain importance, and since all nobles are greedy, they took the only recolts he had into popcorn for their own enjoyment.
This is why he hates the Nobles and wanted to kill three noble children ; if he had been given the occasion, he would gladly have joined Edelgard’s crusade against the Church - in a way he did, but because the Agarthians are bastards, they forced her to get rid of him.
But why would Thales the mastermind would have wanted to get rid of Kostas?
Easy.
He could have been a friend of Edelgard, thus lessening his control on her - if Edelgard doesn’t feel like she can’t trust anyone, she will stop relying on him.
Also, getting rid of Kostas through Rhea is also a good occasion to open the eyes of everyone on how much of a crazed beast she is.
She asked the school member to get rid of him, as easily as you’d get rid of vermin because she’s a damn inhuman and doesn’t see “bandits” as living, sentient beings. She doesn’t even offer him a chance to defend himself in a court, and the two motives justifying her death sentence are “he attacked children”, without knowing that he was tricked, and more problematic, “he trespassed a holy ground”.
Is trespass serious enough to warrant death penalty? Of course not. And how could Zanado be sacred? It’s just a bunch of ruins where monsters roams.
Kostas was doubly used then, by the Flame Emperor as her very first strike against the corrupted establishment, but also, by Thales as the perfect sacrificial lamb to demonstrate how inhuman Rhea, possessed by Seiros, is.
Back to the social status angle, Kostas also shows that despite everything, acts speak louder than words.
Dimitri wants to put an end to the cycle of the strong trampling on the weak, but he, as a privileged man born in nobility, actually tramples the poor Kostas.
Kostas is one of “the weak”. He has no education, no status, was forced to become a bandit to survive. And yet what does he receive?
A lance through the face.
No pity, no, just violence and meaningless cruelty.
And yet Kostas isn’t too far gone, like the Death Knight or Feral!Dimitri. But you know why those two get some sort of redemption?
That’s it. Because they are nobles.
They are nobles and good-looking when Kostas isn’t, and this is the reason why he dies. No one mourns his death, since his family isn’t important, good-looking or rich enough (good-looks aren’t enough, Lorenz was allowed to enter the academy when he is an asshole) to be on-screen.
If Kostas had been allowed to live until the end of the game, he would have, no doubt, turned over a new leaf. There would be no need to be a bandit anymore, and those Agarthians who made his life a living hell will be dealt with/are dealt with.
If Kostas had a higher social standing, or had been coopted in by the church officials, then Byleth and co would not need to see the Oriental Church peeps being sentenced to death to start to wonder that something was wrong with Seiros, posing as Rhea.
If Kostas was rich, priviliged or even had a crest, Byleth would have mourned his uncalled death.
Tl;dr : Kostas suffers from the “no-name” and “no-nobility” disease, where current!Fodlan couldn’t give a fuck about him. Because he is a nobody, he was used, and because he is not a noble, he was turned into a scapegoat and no one found it weird.
*If Monica is allowed to be “one of the Agarthians spying on Edel” then Kostas is allowed to have a family to provide for. It is not because it is not written that it does not exist, 1+1 = 2. Garreg Mach, thus Rhea’s temporal seat, is in the middle of the continent because she wants to control every human in Fodlan, it’s highly inferred, just like Kostas and his children because what do bandits do when they meet women? Children.
#FE16#Fodlan nonsense#This is a troll post#Kostas#this is on par with genealogy of the holy self insert if i say so
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yarking replied to your post “Kylo Ren is the villain you’re supposed to empathize with & want to...”
ah no, what happened? Was there something in that new book about Hux that was unflattering? :C
It wasn’t just the new book, but I think the new book was the final straw. I mean, I know when I saw the film, what I saw in Hux was a man who was fearless, powerful, passionate and frightening, and the early tie-in material was also “he’s very ambitious and a genius engineer.” And then the Secret Academy came out and it seemed pretty clear that his father was abusive and he was raised in a society where - at least for the officer class - making any kind of progress in your career was a case of kill or be killed.
So I was like “yes, that makes sense. To be that young and to be in charge of such a massive military machine, and to have survived and triumphed over so many people who would have wanted you dead must require someone who is exceptional in some way. He’s bad - and I’m absolutely not disputing that he’s bad - but he’s competent and clever and dangerous - someone who has fought and murdered his way to the top despite his youth and lack of Force/physical prowess, so that now he’s on a level playing field with Force users and warriors by virtue of sheer cleverness and ruthlessness, and surely that is worth admiring in a villain? (No secret, but that kind of character is absolutely my jam.)
And then Aftermath comes out and it turns out that (a) it’s confirmed that his father did abuse him, and (b) he’s just randomly handed an army of terrifying monster children at age 5. Meaning that fighting his way up the ranks is as simple as setting one of his feral kids on his enemies. At a stroke that takes away most of his need for cleverness or any kind of abilities of his own.
Then the Phasma book makes that worse with a kind of pervasive contempt for both Brendol and Armitage Hux. Brendol’s is tempered by the fact that he’s knowledgeable and useful to Phasma, and he’s loved by Cardinal - who is obviously a decent bloke. But not even brainwashing seems to be able to convince Cardinal to think well of Armitage, who he recalls as a child was “Spoiled, sullen, small, ratlike, soft while the orphan children were hard and sharp.”
(And I’m bearing in mind that this sullen, ‘soft’ child is an abused child, and that hurts me.)
And then there’s this sentence when our narrator describes our viewpoint character meeting Armitage for the first time:
“Even then, one imagines Armitage was always looking for ways to impress or destroy his own father.”
And that’s an absolute stab in the heart for me, because as someone with an abusive parent I absolutely identify with the ability to hate them while also being desperate for them to be pleased with you, to be proud of you for once. And basically suddenly I’m taking all the narrator’s contempt for Armitage personally, and I absolutely understand where it’s coming from, but I don’t want this. (”Spoiled!”)This is not fun any more.
Sometimes when you’ve been an abused child, you want to grow up to be strong enough to be able to blow up worlds, you know? It’s comforting to imagine coming out of that experience honed into something that spits in the face of opposition, something strong, dangerous, powerful. Because then, maybe people will have to stop treating you with contempt... but apparently not even that is enough.
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Sugin Ryū
INFO
Full Name: Suigin Ryū Age: 20-22 (default, varies by verse) Date of Birth: October 15th Ethnicity: Native of Hi no Kuni Orientation: Panromantic / Demisexual Gender: Cisgender Female Residence: Konoha; Kusunokizan Occupation: Regenerative surgeon in Konoha Hospital Kekkei Genkai: White Hands of Healing, River of Vitality Chakra Natures: Yin; Yang; Yin/Yang Blood Type: A- Location associations: Hi no Kuni; Konoha; Kusunokizan Team: N/A Rank: Sage
BIOGRAPHY
Ryū was born in a village in mountainous northeast Hi no Kuni known as Kusunokizan, wherein her clan was based. The clan, with the surname Suigin, had always been focused around medical ninjutsu and defensive barriers: a peaceful clan with no shinobi training. When the village was attacked when Ryū was only four by Iwa rebels, she remained the only survivor, found later by Hi no Kuni ANBU cleaning up the bodies.
Taken to Konoha, she was deemed unfit for adoption due to her kekkei genkai (the village wanting to keep her isolated as a ‘valuable resource’). When it came time to join the Academy, she refused, insisting to be trained solely at the hospital to hone her medical ninjutsu. The council relented, giving her private lessons for the basics in her village-assigned quarters when not training under other medics.
By age twelve, she was certified as a full-fledged medic after completing the necessary exams. Joining the staff full-time, she worked diligently to continue her work and further her training as she was able.
When Tsunade returned to Konoha, the Sannin admitted to recognizing Ryū as the daughter of someone she knew briefly before the girl’s birth. Given a new interest in her roots, Ryū put in a request to revisit her home village, wanting closure about her past. When she arrived, she found the ruins of her village, but also the singular dragon sage, Suigin, that had called the mountains home for centuries, and was the source of her line’s prestige. Desperate to further her training and learn more about her past, she decided to stay in the ruins of her home to receive the training she would have had, had the village never been destroyed…including her sennin state, barriers, and powerful medical ninjutsu.
She remained in Kusunokizan for nearly three years, returning shortly before Naruto when her teacher heard from the other sage, Gamabunta, that great change was coming over the land. Feeling she would be needed, she decided to return to the village to lend aid however she could. With fully-mastered medical ninjutsu and sage arts, she is a force to be reckoned with, comparable to Tsunade with her healing prowess, and capable of mighty defense with her barriers. Though she has no combat training, she can hold off most shinobi with her defensive techniques, never resorting to violence, but able to hold her own nonetheless.
PERSONALITY
Ryū is a rather muted individual, usually presenting as shy, quiet, and polite. She always uses honorifics unless previously asked not to, or if she has a very close, personal relationship where they are not needed. Caring and maternal, she abhors violence and confrontation, playing peacekeeper in volatile situations. She can be stubborn, especially when defending her beliefs and morals. Though she is usually level-headed, certain topics or situations can get a rise out of her temper, which is steely and cold (though it can be more fiery if she is physically confronted, or during other personal circumstances). If a loved one or innocent is threatened, she will not hesitate to face a foe to do what she can to protect them.
APPEARANCE
Ryū has white, wavy hair that falls to her mid-back (she usually wears it up in a high tail with framing locks around her cheeks and a tapered fringe while working - otherwise, it’s worn down), fair skin, and grey eyes. Her body shape is hourglass, with a C-/D chest. She stands at approximately 170 cm. Blood type is A. Birthday is October 15. She usually wears clothes in greyscale colors, with separate sleeves and a coat of her own design, alongside standard dark shirts and pants. A small pack is attached to her right leg, and carries medical supplies. She wears open-toed/open-heeled dark-grey boots that reach just below her knee. After completing her sage training and returning to Konoha, she had a tattoo of her clan crest put on her left shoulder blade, in order to always take a piece of home with her wherever she goes. It's simple black ink, about the size of a deck of playing cards.
STATS
NINJUTSU 5/5
TAIJUTSU 3/5
GENJUTSU 1/5
INTELLIGENCE 3/5
STRENGTH 2/5
SPEED 2/5
STAMINA 2/5
SEALS 3/5
TOTAL 21/40
VERSES
White Hands of Healing
Main canon verse. Leaving Ryū a virtual stranger to any other characters, this verse sees her as a blank slate for interactions and forming new bonds with muses. In this verse she's in the same age group as Itachi by default, but it can be adjusted as necessary. An orphan from the third shinobi war, she's taken back to Konoha and raised there to become a medic to make use of her bloodline. She eventually becomes a top-tier healer and sage after learning under her family's teacher, and otherwise lives out her days in Konoha. She has an optional child in this verse, Reika II, for next gen interactions.
Into the Abyss
Secondary canon verse. When Ryū and Obito have a chance meeting during the timeskip, it leads to a whirlwind romance that - though shallow at first - soon grows in both affection and danger. After the war, Obito survives, and after their share of struggles, they have a family of their own: a son, Reiji. But as happy and loving as the family is, the stigma against Obito remains... Ryū is three years younger than Obito in this verse.
What Remains
Secondary canon verse. Jiraiya, returning after the Kyūbi's rampage, discovers his daughter Ryū in Konoha. Deciding to stay, he takes her in and fulfills his role as Naruto's godfather, raising the pair of them as his own. Ryū later befriends Uchiha Itachi, the pair becoming childhood sweethearts. When Itachi later becomes Hokage as a peace deal with Konoha, the pair decide to get married and have a daughter, Usagi. Ryū is Itachi's age in this verse.
Ryū no Ryokan
Secondary canon verse. Ryū returns to her home village after the fourth war, and with Konoha's help, repairs the village and turns it into a mountain retreat for both wealthy guests and long-term patients from any land. She runs it alongside her master Suigin, finding giving her home new purpose and returning at last. Ryū is 22+ in this verse, but it can be adjusted.
Wild Child
Secondary canon verse. Ryū, the last survivor of Kusunokizan, isn't rescued by Konoha, and instead is raised by the dragon sage Suigin. Practically feral, she lives more as a dragon than a human up in the mountain peaks. Age can vary.
A Life Anew
Secondary canon verse. Ryū is taken from Konoha by her uncle, Ao, wanting to protect her from the world of shinobi. But the pair are later discovered by Jiraiya. Despite their bad blood, the men decide to use their common concern for Ryū to help raise her together outside Konoha. Ryū is Itachi's age in this verse.
A Light Amongst Shadows
Secondary canon verse. In this verse Ryū is the same age as Shisui (headcanoned as eight years older than Naruto). Mostly follows canon up to 699 - Ryū is found by Uchiha Manami, Shisui's mother, and the two children grow up as friends. After his apparent suicide, and later the massacre of the clan, Ryū steps up and helps raise Sasuke. She's lightly involved in other canon matters, and when Shisui is revealed to be alive after the war, they bond again and eventually marry and have a family. But not everyone is happy more Uchiha are alive...
Best Years of Your Life
A modern AU typically revolving around high school or college years. Kept vague for plotting! Age can vary.
Catch 'Em All
Pokémon verse. Ryū, having been raised by Hiruzen (Mr. Fuji) in Lavender Town, helps him take care of orphaned pokémon. But when the threat of Team Rocket looms, he has her take all of them to Fuchsia to be released into the Safari Zone reserve out of their reach. Armed only with her bonded pokémon, a shiny Dratini, she makes the journey alone, eventually becoming part of the staff and helping manage the park and protect its pokémon. Her team eventually consists of her Dragonair, Chansey, Charizard, Kingdra, Gyrados, and Rapidash. Age can vary.
Divine Light
Fantasy verse - based on original lore but can be adapted for more general fantasy threads. Ryū is a Lux el'ven, or light elf: one of the last of her kind after the wars. Able to heal, make barriers, and create portals in time, she wants to help rebuild the world of the el'ven and reforge the Elemental Council of the twelve elements to solidify peace. Age can vary.
Healing Waters and Scorching Flames
Avatar the Last Airbender verse. Ryū is a waterbender from the South Pole, from a small, isolated clan that focuses on healing. Age can vary.
Like Magic
Harry Potter verse. Ryū, a Hufflepuff, dreams of one day being a Healer like her mother was. Age can vary.
To Rule Them All
Royalty / Medieval verse. Ryū is the princess of a matrilineal line in the kingdom of Kusunokizan. A neutral state, there's pressures mounting from neighboring kingdoms to finally choose a side. Age can vary.
Of Monsters and Men
A modern monster verse based on original lore, but can be adapted for other verses. Ryū's default in this verse is a hybrid of snowy owl harpy and succubus, but I've also written her as a siren and a mermaid! Age can vary.
When Dead Walk
Zombie verse. Kept vague for plotting!
(Other verses are available upon request - please IM for more details!)
ABILITIES
Sage Mode (Sennin Mōdo)
Sage mode taught to her by her teacher, Suigin. She has 2 years of training as of the beginning of the Shippuden seasons.
White Hands of Healing (Iyashino Shiroi Te)
Kekkei genkai. Allows for faster, more efficient healing. Chakra can be guided through user’s own keirakukei to heal injuries directly. Has a calming effect, and can be used to sedate/calm patients.
River of Vitality (Katsuryoku no Kawa)
Minor kekkei genkai. While in Sennin Mōdo, can passively gather Nature chakra, though at a slower rate than meditation.
JUTSU
Wall of Defense (Bōei no Kabe) (Sennin jutsu)
Barrier that repels anything physical; not genjutsu or sound.
Wall of Incineration (Shōkyaku no Kabe) (Sennin jutsu)
Barrier that incinerates anything physical with highly-condensed chakra.
Wall of Mirrors (Kagami no Kabe) (Sennin jutsu)
Barrier that reflects light, and renders anything beneath it unseen.
Soul Retrieval (Tamashī no Kaishū) (Sennin jutsu)
User enters the void to retrieve a single soul.
Snare (Shikake-sen) (Sennin jutsu)
Makes nature-based chakra tripwires that can alert her to physical movement. Is affected by distance - the further she is from the set lines, the weaker the signal until it disappears completely.
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VEDIKA MUKTI / 30 YEARS OLD / POLICE OFFICER AT ECHO VALLEY POLICE DEPARTMENT / EASTCLIFFE
FULL NAME:
Vedika “Veda” Priyanka Mukti
BIRTHDAY:
23 March, 1987
SPECIES:
Black Mataku
AREA OF RESIDENCE:
Lives alone in an apartment in Eastcliffe
BIOGRAPHY: (tw: trigger, trigger)
Vedika was the middle of three wild daughters who from their very first steps were responsible for every grey hair on the heads of their parents and all their extended family. She and Anandi and Maina crashed through their childhood home in the mountains of Nepal like feral creatures, leaving destruction in their wake wherever they went. Their grandparents and aunties and uncles, of which there were many, used to tut and shake their heads, and their parents used to try and make them behave with stories of monsters coming in the night to gobble up bad children. But the girls seemed to already know their own power, and they weren’t afraid… Perhaps they should have been.
Sometime in their youth, the girls all awoke at the same time in the middle of the night, and without speaking made their way out into the mountainous wilderness together until they reached a dark and winding cave. Within, they met Banjhākri & Banjhākrini, a wedded pair of demons who were notorious for devouring mischievous children. But they wanted something else from the triplets that night… The girls were put through rigorous magical testing, for not only are the Banjhākri demons, but also powerful shamans of the highest order- gods in fearsome form. Night after night the girls returned to the cave silently in the dead of night, and each night their testing was inconclusive. It was hard to determine the value of the triplets- individually they each had their flaws- inhibition, indecisiveness, recklessness… but together… oh the three of them were possibly one of the most promising magical forces they had seen. Finally, the demon gods agreed to assess their powers in a few years, when they had more fully developed… They were warned that their final tests would be much more difficult…
Shortly thereafter, their parents chose (for their own good) to move them from their beloved village in the dense wilderness, to a girl’s academy in Scandinavia, which specialized in the teaching of young women with magical potential. The girls protested, as they knew the dangers of abandoning their training with the Banjhākri, but numerous plots to run away from home were foiled, and soon they had no choice but to leave. Each mile of distance maddened them, to the point that they were like uncaged animals at school. They each felt a driving need during their studies there to return to Nepal, to the cave of the demons. And as a result of their restlessness, they often misbehaved and in fact ruled over the other girls at the school with a sort of gang of delinquents. Chief among them was none other than Vedika herself, notorious for crafting a weapon out of anything, and a penchant for sneaking out after hours which was strictly forbidden. There wasn’t a single professor that could match her, magical though they were, and she often found herself in the Headmistress’s office for private and mandatory lessons in control and restraint. But in the end, the great Lady of the school only managed to put a pretty wrapper around Veda’s ambition. A cage that a tiger can walk freely in and out of is still a cage after all…
Regardless, Anandi, Vedika, and Maina all completed their training together with quite promising marks, and a delinquency report longer than their arms. The second they were free of the place, they all returned to their village, to the cave, where Banjhākri & Banjhākrini were impatiently waiting. Here…the sisters learned their lesson about recklessness… Of the two survivors, neither of them could explain exactly what went wrong with their final test, just that the youngest of them, Maina, was devoured in front of them. And when they emerged they forgot so much more, all of their tests, and even what they encountered inside the cave. But the horrors of that faithful night still come to them in terrible vision… and Vedika emerged with something worse…
The scar the incident left on her mind has never ceased in swelling and irritating her already unstable psyche. Strange dreams that once haunted her in her early childhood have returned with a vengeance, and after the incident she often found herself sleepwalking… waking up in a place with no memory of how she’d gotten there, or what had happened in her unconscious state. Desperately, after years of wandering aimlessly she returned to the only other place she felt any sense of belonging- the Academy. She owes the Headmistress her life for so graciously taking her in, and upon evaluating her power and control making her the Deputy Headmistress, a position that came with responsibilities and distractions. It was her duty to discipline the very girls she counted herself among in her own school days- she roamed the halls at night and sent misbehaving girls back to their rooms. She saw to their protection and well-being every night, and taught them each day the values of discipline and restraint… for none knew better than she the potential consequences of faltering.
For years, she grew close to these girls and guarded them, and for a while she felt better, even though she still occasionally woke up in odd places. She felt removed enough from the demon’s influence that the nightmares didn’t feel as real as they had before, and she convinced herself that the sleepwalking came from her irregular schedule and the odd hours she kept for the sake of her girls. But she would quickly find that there was still very much for her to be fearful of in the night.
One evening, she woke to find herself standing in a cold, wet field, facing the east and the bloody red sunrise… and when she turned back, the Academy she had grown to love so dearly was engulfed in flames. She got most of them out, but a student and two professors succumbed to the smoke and flames… and what student of course but her most beloved… The cause of the fire was never determined, but afterwards Veda could not remain there, the charred halls brought back too many painful memories, and her grip on reality faltered. To escape, she moved again to the other side of the world, to an island her family often spoke of as a haven for magical folk such as her; Echo Valley. The place was instantly calming… a powerful forest stood testament to the potent magical forces there, forces she knew she could learn from, for the desire in her to be the best shaman she could had not faded, even after her vital lesson about control. As soon as she moved there she felt right again, comfortable, and she fell back into some of her old ways. Still a wild child, she sought every opportunity to display her power, and eventually landed a job with the local police department; most notably due to her reference from the Headmistress lauding her as a considerable security force, and her ability and willingness to take down any manner of perpetrator with efficient competence. She found her home among the other “Mataku” as they were called here, and was determined to continue her pursuit of knowledge and influence, making a home for herself alone in Eastcliffe with a considerable collection of grimoires.
But the nightmares followed her even here, and she only had a few nights of uninterrupted sleep before she started waking again to find herself in odd places, like the edge of the forest, or in the middle of the city in her nightgown. She chalked it up to moving so far from home, and from the new traumas she experienced across the globe. She felt safe here, her midnight visions of demons were certainly only dreams… surely nothing could follow her so far away… And then came the wildfire, in the forest… Vedika disappeared on the night the fire began… and even her coworkers on the police force have begun to doubt if she will ever emerge again… Despite their determination to find her, many are beginning to lose hope…
But… what’s this? Magic users along the forest’s edge have grown restless and uneasy with a sudden surge of magical energy and emotions… What could such a presence be, and why has it suddenly come into being where nothing was felt before?
Extra Details:
“Vedika” means ‘altar’, or ‘full of knowledge’. The eldest triplet is Anandi (which means ‘jovial’), and the youngest was Maina (which means ‘singing bird’). Their mother is named Nandita (meaning ‘cheerful’ or ‘happy’), and their father is Ravi (meaning ‘sun’). Their surname “Mukti” means ‘freedom from life and death’.
Vedika’s tattoos cover both her arms down to her hands, half of both legs, and her entire chest and back. She collected them in the years following Maina’s death, when she restlessly traveled around to different places both alone and in the company of her surviving sister, Anandi. Each piece has considerably meaning to her, but she has yet to speak of any of it to her acquaintances here. Those that ask about them often find themselves on the receiving end of a pointed glare, and as a result most that know her have learned to mind their own business. However, they only serve to further complicate the elaborate rumors about her past, and at this point she might be keeping their stories secret as a way to entertain herself.
Anandi is an airline stewardess that lives primarily out of London with her husband and their two children. Vedika still keeps in regular contact with her, but she hasn’t seen her sister or her niece and nephew in person for years.
Around her neck, Vedika always has a small glass vial which contains a pinch of black ash, and a small shard of bone. She doesn’t talk about it, and most of the time she doesn’t even acknowledge or seem to recognize its presence there, but the bone shard is Maina’s recovered from her cremation ceremony. She never takes it off, but she often touches it when thinking of her sister. It’s another one of those things she simply doesn’t talk about, and that people have learned not to ask about… not because she gets angry with them, but because any questions about it confuse her to such a degree that no one can get a straight answer out of her.
PERSONALITY:
Vedika has always been one of the most gossiped-about people wherever she goes, and her odd personality is the likely culprit in this. All at once, she can be brash and open- she will embrace strangers openly as her friends, and her vibrancy draws people of all kinds to her, a talent which suits both her line of work and her fiery demeanor. And at the same time, there is something cold and guarded about her, like a steel plate put into a wall. She can be very exacting and disciplinary when it comes to others putting themselves in harm’s way, that’s the nurturing school guard in her… And she has her secrets, in fact she’s likely told no one here about the earlier hardships of her life… But it’s obvious to anyone with a sense of these things that she has been touched by trauma and fear. She still acts out, even as a law enforcement officer, but they’re used to their reckless cops here and so she blends in more than she probably should. She’s gone back to being a bit reckless, although she’ll still reprimand others for the same, and she can be quick to anger or to act. She notoriously does not wait for backup when she should… She’s just very confident in her abilities and the level of control she’s managed thus far. Veda knows she can get herself out of nearly any dangerous situation she might encounter, and there is very little on this island that frightens her more than the storm of emotional confusion inside her own head. No one will hear her talk about the nightmares, or the sleepwalking, in fact she doesn’t talk much about herself at all. That, added to the fact that she is utterly covered in intricate tattoos have led some to believe that she’s in Echo Valley to escape a notorious East Asian crime syndicate, and she laughs along with these stories and others that people have come up with about her. She’s more than content to be mysterious, for she has often found that fear and respect go hand in hand.
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Legacy of Eternity Chapter 2: Side Story I AM NO HERO
wFlash back 4 years ago - Pre Ren’veil discovery
Deep inside the ferry ship the Chariot of hope their nearly 2 million recruits both for knight candidates and marines are carried to the Academia.
The Academia is a place where no mere mortal can walk upon as it is the training and proving grounds for a mere mortal to become a knight in ancient legend.
This place was designed by the Custodians as a place to freely train a mortal to become a knight or a marine for the Xer-razh legions. This place is considered as a sacred proving grounds for all who wish to become a knight.
As the Chariot of Hope exited the jump ring the ship entered into a dark space where lies a star split in half. deep inside the shattered star a Jump ring could be seen and the only way for anyone to reach it is through a pattern only known to the captains of the Chariot class ships.
This place is one of the most heavily guarded secrets on creation and is heavily defended by a fleet of Automata’s called Forsworn a dedicated slave fleet made by the custodians with a single overriding purpose to protect the secrets of the Academy and how to locate it.
As the Chariot ships entered through a specific yet randomized route in between the shattered star. The gate led to an alternate dimension that can only be entered through Jump gate X-01.
“So this is the route to the academy huh? I am impressed and shouldn’t we be torn to pieces by the shattered star’s gravity or something?” Clayton asked.
“Indeed because the custodians made many things both good and bad for creation... I guess not even the physics of a star apply to them so to say... And If I were to say it... The shattered star’s unpredictable gravitational pull will rip apart any ship that isn’t a Charriot class ship and this ship alone is as big as austria of old earth.” Kent explained.
“I see so this thing is almost as big as 7.2 million square meters? or at least comparable to it huh Kent?” Marky asked.
“Indeed, or at least that is what the books in the New Dawn’s library say so...” Kent replied.
“Hmm, then this thing can probably survive a planet cracking this thing?” Genji asked.
“Probably but let’s not get to that point... Because here comes the Knight Judicator.” Kent pointed to the podium.
Many of the candidates and recruits watched the podium where a massive grey armored knight took to the stage with a disgusted look upon his face he proceeded to say this to all who could hear his voice.
I am Knight Juidcator Glarox the demon breaker, I see many aspirants to become knights and marines who possess talent to be here... I will get straight to the point...
This place is a sacred place where knights are born and I do not appreciate anyone who muzzled their way through the trials of knighthood to come here...
If you are looking for fame and fortune then you are only looking for a quick death...
You will all die that I shall guarantee if you entered the academy with the intent of seeking glory and riches... Then you shall die... If you had not honed your skills and simply used your family name to enter the academy then... you shall die... We shall cull the weak and seek only the strong to be molded in the fires that shaped creation...
You shall be tempered in the forges of the first born...
For you shall be the shield that protects and the sword that cleaves through the endless night...
Here in the Academy you shall be tested in every way possible for we shall break you before you are reborn...
For a knight is born to protect his own and his soul belongs to creation and nothing more... Now children of creation I welcome you... to hell...
The Judicator said as the ground beneath their feet started to open as the air pressure was slowly sucking every student out of the ship. The initiates and knight candidates grabbed the nearest jump pack due to the panic some were not so lucky. More and more of the initiates were sucked out of the ship including Kent’s team though they were able to grab a jump pack Kent didn’t bother to get one.
As they fell about 50,000 feet many knight candidates flew through the skies passing through debris and several large spires that nearly reached the stratosphere.
Rex reached out to Kent as he saw him not taking his own jump kit earlier while the others lined up along side him.
“Kent grab on!” Rex shouted.
“No need... I got this...” Kent shouted.
“You won’t survive if you crash... at the last possible second try and tumble on the ground so you will survive!” Marky shouted.
“Yeah the idiot is right you wont make it!” Clayton shouted.
Kent looked on as he pulled out his Great sword and sliced through several boulder like debris with relative ease.
“Follow me in... I’ll clear the path Clay.” Kent shouted.
The team lined up right behind Kent as they rapidly reached the ground as more and more debris were hurdling towards them. Kent showed off the results of his training inside New Dawn’s Gravity dome as one strike from his sword is equivalent to 50,000 tons of force.
Upon reaching the 500 Feet mark Rex and the others activated their jump kits at the last possible minute.
Though they were safe but nothing is said to be true when Clayton and Rex’s Jump packs particle fusion vent exploded as they slowly but surely crashing to the Academy ground.
“Hang on! our pack’s are failing!!!” Rex shouted.
“Let me go!!! I’ll be okay.” Kent shouted.
“Not going to happen boss man! We stick together no matter what!” Clayton shouted.
Just before they hit the ground Genji and Marky caught up to the three and ignited their jump packs saving them at the last possible second.
The entire team managed to get to the Forest area of the Academy though they were safe their jump kits were rendered useless now.
“Well at least we fucking made it...” Clayton sighed.
“True but you guys should have let me crash land I will be fine regardless...” Kent said.
“That’s utter bullshit Boss! no man can survive a fall from the upper atmosphere and come out okay.” Clayton mentioned.
“Right... Well moving aside thank you all for the assist but now where are we anyway?” Kent asked.
“According to the holo-book we are in section 719 of the training grounds... So after we arrive their should be a total of 10 teams in each sector... We need to reach our designated quarters before nightfall because their are only 3 dormitories in each sector...” Marky stated.
“Then where should we go?” Kent asked.
“We need to head north after we pass a massive plain we should be able to spot a bunker like house and that is our building... And that is about 17.9 kilometers from here and not to mention the monsters inside the forest.” Marky explained.
“Then let’s get a move on shall we? Who will take point for this?” Kent asked.
“I’ll do it... Clayton you got center... Genji and Kent take the sides and Marky you take the rear.” Rex said.
Kent agreed to the formation as they made their way through the forest they encountered several Feral fang wolves and grey mamoth bears with cybernetic augmentations.
Though the resistance of the monsters are fierce they were no match for Kent’s strength alone. As they took a quick break inside the forest Clayton wondered about what the young knight mentioned earlier.
“Boss Man, tell us why the ever living fuck would you fucking jump out of a ship without a damn jump pack?” Clayton asked.
“Yeah I am curious about that as well?” Marky asked.
“““sigh”“Since we might be working together I might as well explain why but I guess it’s better to show you guys...” Kent stated as he took out a knife.
He then proceeded to cut open a massive wound on his left arm which caused the team to panic. when they saw the wound didn’t even spew out blood instead several ligaments started to repair the wound as if nothing happened.
“Holy fucking shit that is... Freaky...” Clayton replied.
“Wait... Kent is your bones... Cyber-grafted?” Marky asked.
“Indeed... Their were... complications when I was young and the nano-machines inside my body that compose my blood keep me alive... Technically speaking I don’t need to worry about getting a jump kit...” Kent explained.
“So that’s why... But we will ignore that part and we will still have your back boss man!” Clayton said with a smile and thumbs up.
“Right... So How far are we from the dormitory anyway and what time is it?” Kent asked.
“We are about 13.2 kilometers out boss and we have a bigger issue about the time... we have about 3 hours left... I think we should run...” Marky suggested.
“How so?” Clayton asked.
“Well... We have a massive hoard of Grey wolves heading towards us and they look angry and hungry as well.” Marky stated.
“Oh shit fuck book it!” Clayton shouted.
Everyone of the team grabbed their gear and ran for their lives Kent could take on at least 21 of them but they were up against 500 Grey wolves and a Greater primal Grey wolf was leading them.
They were able to at least pick off a few of the Grey wolves from a distance with Marky’s sniper rifle and Rex’s crack shot pistol skills proved invaluable. When they reached the plain’s Clayton turned around when his Chain gun started to spin.
“Move aside you bitches!!!” Clayton shouted.
His chain gun started to fire both ballistic rounds that tore through rows upon rows of Grey wolves with relative ease though the forest itself was torn apart at the same time.
“Clay let’s go we will cover you!” Kent shouted.
“Got it!” Clayton replied as he started running.
As they moved through the plains and killed as many of the grey wolves they set up a defensive position in a small hill just a few meters from where they came out.
“Boss man another squad at our right!” Clayton shouted.
Kent looked to his right he saw a squad of 4 girls one critically injured while the rest were running for their lives.
“I see them... Wait a minute... Lily over here!!!” Kent shouted.
‘Kent help we got wounded!!!” Lily shouted.
“Guys cover me!” Kent said as he charged towards the grey wolves.
“Got it boss!” Clayton replied.
The heavy gunner began ripping up the ground with his Chain gun killing a row of Grey wolves in rapid succession.
The young knight charged towards a dozen Wolves and with a powerful side swing he cleaved a massive arch like trench killing the wolves and clearing a path for Lily’s team to reach their position.
As the squads regrouped at the hill the calm yet are free Kent changed to a completely different person with serious eyes and courage in his heart he then gave orders to everyone.
“Okay everyone we move as one... Lily get that guy patched up Rex, Clay, Genji we will hold here... Marky can you pick off any monsters that comes near here?” Kent ordered.
“Got it!” Marky said as he shot another wolf in the head.
“You two stay here and protect Lily... As soon as that guy is patched up we red line it to the bunker... am i clear!” Kent ordered.
With a nodd the two other soldiers understood his orders Kent turned to face his opponents as he pulled Trail Blazer from the ground. With a deep breath he closed his eyes mustering the courage to protect his friends and those who need him.
Trail blazer Heeded his call as it split into two the Trail Igniter and the Blaze ripper revved and roared out to answer their master’s call He slowly walked towards the enemy that is before him.
Oh Faith I offer my prayer to you... Should this day be my end... may you be my witness this day... May my actions save the lives behind me and give them the opportunity to live to fight another day... Should my end be this day... I ask you to judge me not for my sacrifice but for my actions this day...
May your light shine brighter than the stars...
FOR FAITH... FOR THE FRONTIER!!!
He unleashed a terrifying roar as if he was no human the young knight slowly ran towards the remaining 297 Grey wolves head on and jumped right in the middle of the pact and started cutting them with relative easy.
His friends watched from a distance as Kent systematically cleaved through the hoards of feral Grey wolves as if he was dancing to the beat of the glimmering stars upon the night’s sky.
As they watched in shock one of the monsters was approaching from behind Rex when Kent pulled out 3 knives from his coat and jumped into the air dodging a charging wolf and threw it towards the beast that nearly bite Rex’s head off.
“Rex don’t lose focus and watch each other’s backs our job is far from over!” Kent shouted as he sliced a wolf’s head off.
“Oh right... sorry!” Rex replied.
As the day went on more and more of the beasts went down before Kent’s blades the team managed to whittle down more monsters than any other team in the academy.
Kent faced off against the Pact leader alone as he ordered his team to take the wounded to the bunker before time ran out.
Though he was covered in wounds and several bite marks one of the wolves managed to even bite him right in the shoulder and is not letting go. It was as if he was a shield that will not break as he swung blaze ripper up igniting a line of plasma flame clearing him a path to escape later on.
He stabbed another wolf in the stomach forcing him to let go of Trail igniter the young knight also grabbed the wolf that was nibbling on his shoulder by the face and crushed it’s skull with more than 50,000 tons of force.
“Now that the annoyance is over it’s time for me to end this...” Kent thought to himself.
Time was running out as more and more wolves joined the battle Kent grabbed the Trail igniter and charged at the pact leader. He threw Blaze ripper towards the wolf stabbing his shoulder the young knight delivered a powerful upward swing grabbing the Blaze Ripper and tore off the pact leader in half killing him with only two strikes.
“Well that was quick... But now I need to run...” Kent thought.
He fused the two blades and ran towards the team who reached the bunker already. Meanwhile at the bunker Rex and his friends with a soldier from Lily’s team were waiting as they held gate open.
“We have to close the doors now... Those things are almost here!” Sarka said.
“No we won’t we have to wait for Kent to get back!” Marky replied.
“How sure are you that he is still alive.”Sarka asked.
“We put our trust in the team even though we just met each other a few days ago... and their he is!” Rex shouted.
“Damn that is a lot of ass fucks!” Clayton said as he mounted the turret of the bunker.
Clayton provided covering fire for Kent while Rex initiated the locking procedures of the bunker. As the gate was about to close Kent slide into the gate at the last possible second as it shut closed behind him by an inch of his hair.
Exhausted and covered in wounds He breathed a sigh of relief as they were safe inside the bunker.
“Sweet merciful Faith... My god how long did I run here... Damn... Can I get a cup of water first... man I’m thirsty...” Kent said as he sighed.
“Here you go boss man and damn you ran that far to get here... You really are a beast boss man... Or should I say a Hero...” Clayton stated as he patted him on the back.
“Argh... Clay I am a bit injured please cut me some slack please.” Kent said as he drank the entire cup of water.
Kent exhaled steam as his body’s cellular regeneration kicked in healing the bite and scratch marks on his body. Lily walked in with a medical kit in hand as she inspected Kent’s bio-metrics and injected him with a bio-med-gel called Gen-tech.
“Okay Kent I don’t think your cells will be able to regenerate your wounds for a little bit since your bio-plasma stocks are dangerously low... I think Miss Charlotte will scold you for being gung-ho again.” Lily said as she flicked him in the forehead.
“OUCH! Sorry Lily... I will try not to be a hero...” Kent said as he received another flick from Lily.
“OUCH what was that for?!” Kent asked when Lily gave him a hug.
“Just don’t be so reckless Kent...” Lily whispered.
Everyone in the room became curious as to what Lily’s relationship with Kent they helped him to the medical room.
Lily placed the young knight inside a special healing chamber to fully replenish his bio-plasma stocks.
“Sleep tight Kent...” Lily said as she kissed the chamber door.
As she went out of the medical room Rex and Clayton asked Lily if the young knight will make it.
“Yes he will since he over clocked his cellular regeneration and modded his abilities to temporarily exceed his own capabilities.... Though some of his bio-cyber ligaments had was slightly damaged but he will be okay...” Lily reported.
“Then that is all well and good but what is your relationship with the boss man anyway are you his girlfriend or something?” Clayton asked.
“““blush”“ I wish, I am Lilian Starseeker I am Kent’s Adopted sister and personal attendant/doctor/advice giver and friend... But you can call me Lily.” Lily said with a smile.
“So how are you adopted by his Family anyway?” Rex asked.
“That is a story for another time... i believe the Judicator will give out an announcement in a bit let us go first to the meeting room.” Lily explained.
“Okay but we want them details?” Clayton asked.
“Fine, Fine... I will tell you the details Later on...” Lily replied.
When the three entered the room Judicator Voraiha the current trainer for batch number 781M looked and saw most if not all the initiates survived the initial testing.
“Well done team Zeta, Ah Rex the champion of Shard your tactical leadership and skills with your pistols did not go un-noticed by the other Vindicators of the Academy and you shall hereby receive the title of Captain... Make your family proud.” Voraiha reported.
“Thank you Master Voraiha I am humbled by the Vindicator’s decision...” Rex saluted.
“Yes quite right... Now where is Kent Redridge I wish to speak with him.” Voraiha asked.
“Master Voraiha, I am Lily Starseeker I am Master Redridge’s personal aide He is currently recovering in the medical bay. But he will be okay by tomorrow morning.” Lily reported.
“That is good to hear... After all I expect no less from an Archon Candidate... He is to be rewarded for his accomplishments I have sent each and everyone of you some Digi-credits to your holo-pads for each kill you had... You can use that for upgrades to your weapons and armor and purchase of supplies... You all survived the first day well done... But the next coming months will be more brutal than the first... Make your families proud and miss Lily... Tell Kent that he has received a special reward for gaining a total kill count of 412 which is quite impressive for his age... That is all... May Faith shine upon you all... Voraiha out.” The Judicator said as the transmission ended.
“Well that is to be expected he did train with the Sentinel guards and the iron Wolves for most of his life and Lord Victor as well personally over saw his training...” Lily said outloud.
“Wait... Victor as in Victor Redridge the last son of Wodan Jeager Redridge?” Sarka asked.
“The one and only... And if you guys are planning anything...”““ pulled out weapons”“ I won’t hesistate to kill any of you if you have any thoughts of killing him!” Lily said without hesitation.
Lily was approached by a beautiful pale skinned 18 year old girl with long black hair, with blue eyes and wore a black and white trooper armor with a black belt cape carrying an assortment of throwing knives and held a pair of twin photon rifles with short barrels for close quarter combat.
“Eunice, I appreciate you being comforting but now is not the time!” Lily asked.
“Lily, we owe Kent our lives and we wont do anything to hurt him... I promise... For now lets get some sleep we have a long day tomorrow...” Eunice stated.
“Agreed, you guys go on ahead I need to check on our wounded before I get some sleep.”Lily replied.
“Rex, Can you help me with my Chain gun I think the rotation engine is slowing down.. I could use some extra hands to help out with that...” Clayton asked.
“Understood I also need to maintain my pistols as well...” Rex added as they went to the armory.
With a sigh of relief Lily want back to check on Kent while the rest checked their equipment and went to sleep.
The next morning Lily pulled Kent out of the Bio-tank as he fell to the ground coughing heavily and vomit the bio fluid inside the tank. Lily handed him a towel and patted him on the back to help release the fluids inside his body.
“““Heavy coughing”“ Thank you Lily...”“Vomit”“... Ugh being stuck inside that tank all night is rough...” Kent stated.
“Well Miss Charlotte did say you should Avoid being a hero... And you did it more times than i can count... Hopefully Judicator Voraiha did not report it to her...” Lily said as she helped Kent to the bed.
“Right... But what’s the status of the squad and what happened while I was out?” Kent asked.
We’ll Rex was promoted to Captain, Clayton was promoted to sergeant as well, Mister Markus was promoted to a specialist but he is assigned to you. I think that would be good while Benjamin received a pair of plasma blades earlier I believe he is going to be a brawler of sorts... My team got dissolved because we received casualties and got transferred to yours... Miss Eunicia will be your co-commander for all daily activities until graduation and I will be the medic of the team.
“That is well and good I am glad we will work together again Lily.” Kent said with a smile.
“Indeed, I look forward to it... now here have some breakfast... I made some jam toast and an omelet sandwich.” Lily said.
The young knight happily ate the breakfast made for him as she continued her final medical exam on his body.
“Well Everything seems to check out... The Viruses are active but not in an aggressive state which is new... For once... Everything should be all good... Your eyes seem okay... Response time is good...” Lily said as she walked towards the table.
“Kent HEAD’s UP!” Lily said as she threw a scalpel at him.
The scalpel nearly hit Kent right dead center in the eye when his Left hand moved on it’s own and caught the scalpel before it hit his eye.
“Lily, Mind if I ask why you had to do it?” Kent asked.
“Sorry, I needed to make sure your time in the Bio-chamber didn’t affect your reaction time... I’m glad it didn’t...” Lily said as she grabbed the scalpel and smiled at him.
“Right... By the way whats today's mission Lily?” Kent asked.
Lily threw a holo-pad to Kent explaining the mission details as follows The realm of the Academy is a dimension that has never been explored like a living creature it continues to unravel secrets that many Judicators and Vindicators tried to unlock for many Millennia’s now.
We pass this mission onto the next generation of initiates who wish to become a marine and or Knight. Team Zeta your mission is to scout the new region you shall be provided with a transport for this mission.
“Okay then we shall accept it... Lily is the team ready?” Kent asked.
“Yes they are and by the way Kent I took the liberty of choosing the reward for you in terns of our transportation if that is okay?” Lily asked.
“Sure you are my best friend Lily so I trust your decision making no matter what.” Kent replied as he got off the bed.
“Before we leave I took also the liberty of repairing and modifying your clothes and your leg armor with mini-boosters and your boots with gravity wheels so it will be more easier for you to respond.” Lily stated.
“Thank you Lily, I am glad I have you on my side...” Kent said as he wore the leg armor.
Kent looked at his new Leg and boot armor when he noticed that the vernier boosters are similar to the Night Hawk’s booster designs. While the boots itself was made with a steel claw attachment for wall running and wall climbing purposes.
He also noticed that the knee guards had a small pair of spikes since the young knight preferred close quarter combat.
“Sweet this fits just fine... Thank you Lily but what of our transport?” Kent asked.
“Our transport should be here already...” Lily said as she looked at her watch.
A brief moment passed as they heard a high frequency roar of 4 star crusader class engines could be heard over the distance.
“Wait I know the sound of those Star engines anywhere...” Kent said as he went out of the medical bay.
Everyone watched as a black 80 meter long Gunship class Starcruiser entered through the star gate of the Academia.
“The Night Hawk, my family’s ancient gunship you have been through many adventures with my family... Now a new story begins and I would be honored to write my story with you...” Kent thought as the Night Hawk landed.
“Holy shit that is a bad-ass cruiser!” Clayton shouted.
“That is the infamous Night hawk... and that thing is not a cruiser it’s a gunship...Though it is a bit concerning to why it is classified as a Gunship when it is a cruiser because of it’s size, fire power and capacity fits a light cruiser class to be honest.”Marky stated.
“This ship does belong to my son and this gunship can transform into a cruiser but it is far superior than those flimsy gunships being built today...” A familiar voice said.
“Wait... mom?!” Kent said outloud.
The Night hawk’s rear bay doors opened as a dozen marines lined up as Charlotte Sentinel the current queen of the Dragon-wolf kingdom of the frontier.
As she approached the initiates with two Primera Fang wolves (One of the 7 royal guards of the Dragon-wolf kingdom) in tow. She looked upon Kent and his team and with a smile she embraced Kent and gave him a head patt.
“You have done well my son... But your battle is far from over... I have brought the needed supplies that Lily requested... But...” Charlotte said as she delivered a smack at the back of Kent’s head.
“OUCH! Mom what was that for?!” Kent asked.
“My son did I not tell you not to be a hero?!” Charlotte scolded Kent with her arms crossed.
“““awkward smile”“ Sorry Mom, I guess I was influenced by you and Dad’s war stories... And how Grand Father Wodan and Great Grand Mother Tallis saved a lot of people... Including Uncle Aliucard... I want to follow their footsteps... Including yours mom...” Kent confessed.
“I know you do but...””sigh”” My son please heed my words carefully and take it to heart... Not everything on creation happens like the stories we told you... I hope and pray that you never have to experience it... I don’t know if you are prepared for it... But please do not be a hero... Be someone who you can be proud of... your Father and I shall be very proud of you always and forever my dear...” Charlotte explained.
“Understood mom... I will try not to be a hero...”Kent nodded.
“Good... I wish i can spend more time with you my son but I am needed back home... I left a little gift for you inside the armory... I believe you shall like it.” Charlotte said as she looked to her guards.
The Primera knight nodded as Charlotte’s group was enveloped by a bright white light.
Before the teleportation was complete Charlotte looked at her son one more time as she said Remember the line between hero and monster always remember who you are and never let your desires take you.
Charlotte and her escorts were taken away by teleportation when Clayton approached Kent and gave him a tap on the shoulder as he told him.
“Now that is some family service for you... Got to hand it to a nobleman... So Boss man what should we do now?” Clayton asked.
“Easy... Let’s bring the supplies aboard the ship and proceed to the marked location... Lily can you handle piloting the Night Hawk?” Kent asked.
“Sure, I had some simulation training on flying this thing... But are you sure we should use the Flight mode for this thing?” Lily asked.
“Hopefully we wont have to use the Drifter mode so it should be easy for you to fly her.” Kent replied.
“Ah thank god I thought I was going to fly this thing using the Drifter... But sure let me get the systems ready just give me 2 minutes.” Lily added.
“Okay Everyone as soon as the supplies are transferred from the transport we move to the facility as stated by Judicator Voraiha...” Kent shouted.
“Understood Kent...” Eunice replied.
Eunice approached Kent as he was dumb founded as she saw her for the first time.
“Hello Mister Redridge, I am Eunicia Striker of the 7th Legion but you may call me Eunice... It is a pleasure to meet you.” Eunice said with a salute.
“The pleasure is all mine Lady Striker... Ugh... í mean ugh... This is a bit awkward but we need to get moving to the mission area... May I have another conversation with you after we are done?” Kent asked.
“Sure... I am a part of team Zeta now since im a failure of a leader after all...” Eunice mentioned.
“Mistakes happen My lady.... You can only call yourself a failure if you dont accept that failure and learn to make it better...” Kent replied as he boarded the Night Hawk.
The was well under way to the Facility mentioned by the judicator in the mission briefing as they passed through several key areas in the academy like the Graveyard of the Titans, the Quaronox desert, tempestor sea, and the Raging mountains each area is more dangerous than the Forests of the Feral.
Since the Realm of the academy is divided into several ringed sections being the forest is fairly near the Administration block. And the Learning Block is considered as rank 2 in terms of threat level while the succeeding blocks are ranked from 3 to 92 depending on which area of the block ring that a knight team landed.
As they reached the newly unlocked section only machinery and pipes could be seen as far as the eyes can see.
“Kent, we are approaching the Facility’s main research facility their are multiple ruptured areas, Infested sections and a lot of toxic areas... Perfect for discovery...” Lily said as she flew through several spires.
“Lily be careful this place also has Tesla spires according to mom those things can fire lightning strong enough to stun the Night Hawk.” Kent stated.
“Alright it does look like those spires are in-active but i will be cautious around them... We are approaching one of the platforms now... It seems like we were beaten to the punch Kent... bringing up display now.” Lily pointed out.
They saw a massive number of Intiates had already landed and had already entered the facility. There are even several dead initiates and unspeakable horrors that tore apart the initiates in droves.
When the Night Hawk was slowly approaching the landing platform when all of a sudden the facility comes to life as the Tesla spires began to activate dark plasma electricity began to ignite and shoot out in every direction that had biological life.
The defenses began to fry any initiate and marine recruit that tried to enter the facility and escape the area.
“LILY!” Kent shouted.
“I know i’m on it Strap in everyone!” Lily said as she tried to fly away from the facility.
Before the Night Hawk could get away the Facility’s defense drones fired gravity disruptor disks on the night hawk’s four wing engines forcing it to lose power.
Lily tried her best to keep the bird on the air but was forced to land on one of the already occupied docking platforms.
“Everyone Brace for impact!” Lily shouted.
The entire team strapped down as the Night Hawk was losing power though Lily tried to keep the ship up in the air but what she could do was a controlled crash.
The Night Hawk crashed as it slid through the platform and tore some of the gunships off the explosions slowed the gunship from falling off the edge.
It finally stopped at the last possible second before hitting the edge into the abyss below the Facility.Lily somehow survived thanks to the Night Hawk’s Trinity layer Zerrohmite plating and its nearing indestructible Crystorium frame and the pressurized and shielded cockpit of the Night Hawk’s pilot chamber saved her life.
“Ugh... Some how I’m okay... I’m just glad the Night Hawk can withstand a dozen super nova explosions....”Lily sighed as she activated the emergency release on the cockpit.
She grabbed her rifle and made her way into the Night Hawk’s Trooper chamber where the entire team was in.
Lily opened the doors to see the team at least those that she know were strapped in.
“Okay time to get to work...” Lily said to herself.
She slowly but surely removed each member of the team starting from Clayton, Rex, Genji, Marky, Kent and Eunice were the only survivors.
Sarka and Raleigh didnt as the force of the crash tore them off from their seats as Sarka’s neck was snapped from the force of the impact and Raleigh died from heart failure.
She offered a silent prayer for them and bagged their bodies and checked on those who are still okay.
“Ugh... My head... Wait... Is... ugh.. Everyone okay?” Kent said as he tried to stand up.
“Easy Kent... Your still recovering from the shock... I’ll check everyone you sit their for a bit.” Lily said as she rested Kent on the floor.
Several minutes later everyone was thoroughly checked and provided with medical care.
“With both Sarka and Raleigh dead... We are at disadvantage... one we need to get the Night Hawk back in action...” Kent said.
“How boss those fucking Tesla spires shoot black plasma and will rip us a new ass wipe one molecule at a time!” Clayton shouted.
“I have an Idea about that... Clayron head to the hatch next to the Night Hawk and deploy the Scorgon tank it has a seperate power core and cna be piloted by a single person only... You will cover us while the rest of us will get into the facility.” Kent ordered.
“Sounds like a plan... Ugh... Lily can you help me out on how the fuck to get to the tank thing the boss mentioned?” Clayton asked.
“Okay, Luckily I know the way... Be right back!” Lily said as she helped Clayton to release the Scorgon tank.
“Okay, Rex, Marky and Genji all four of us will head to the command hub of the facility and shut down the defense grid and disable the Disruptors that latched on the Night Hawk.” Kent explained.
“What about me Kent I know a thing or two on how to hack computers specially ancient custodian class computers.” Eunice mentioned.
“Very well, our VIP is Eunice everyone box formation... Lily is Clayton ready?” Kent asked.
At the same time in the lower deck of the Night Hawk...
“Yeah, I’m activating the Emergency release now... Clay, the Scorgon tank is similar to a Mamoth cyber tank but more agile and has greater response time... the control systems has a 6 way camera control system with neruo-link motion control systems...” Lily explained further.
“In Fucking English please?” Clayton shouted as he put on the Neuro-link helmet.
“long story short... That helmet will let you see and feel what is in front and around the tank and those gloves will allow you to use it’s wide variety of weaponry also if you are in danger the Neuro-link will be disconnected by the Scorgon to protect you from sensory overload!” Lily explained.
“Okay got it... Boss Im ready to kick butt and take names!” Clayton said as he slammed and cracked his fists together.
“Good to hear it... Clay cover us first so we can enter the facility... Lily get as many of the surviving candidate knights and recruits into the Night Hawk and do your best to help them... After we are clear Clay protect Lily and the Night Hawk and if possible try to destroy the Tesla spires.” Kent ordered.
“Got it boss... Okay it’s time to nut up or shut up!” Clayton said as the emergency release.
The Scorgon tank as the name suggest it is a 20 meter long Scorpion class tank equipped with a layer Titanium layered Zenomite steel making it impervious to light to moderate gunfire and almost any energy attack is absorbed through it’s plasma reactor.
Clayton deployed one of its many guns such as the claw mounted 35mm Auto cannons and open fired at the spires drawing the attention of the defense drones towards it.
“Okay That sounds like Clay doing his thing.” Lily said.
“Lily open the door... Everyone as soon as the doors open Run like your life is depending on it!” Kent ordered.
“Opening in 3...2... 1...” Lily said as she opened the rear bay doors.
As Clayton kept firing at the spire’s center column the Scorgon tanks 4 quad AA rotary laser guns at the drones covering Kent and his team ran for their lives to one of the facility’s entrances.
As they dodged the debris and dead bodies Kent grabbed one of the fallen marine’s Energy rifles and blasted at the drones that went for them.
“Oh no you don’t!”Clayton shouted.
He moved the scorgon tank at the entry pathway to the facility acting as a shield for his friends while they tried to get in.
The team managed to enter the facility’s main corridor instead of a warm welcome they were greeted with only death.
Many of the recruits were shredded by the defense drones and the knight initiates were barely holding on as the facility’s defenses managed to counter the standard methods of knight based combat.
“Rex cover me... Marky, Genji protect Eunice!” Kent ordered.
He charged in as he pulled the Trail Blazer sword from his back and started to slice and dice the defensive turrets.
Kent jumped over the barricade made by the survivors as he ripped a slab of metal off the floor and threw it towards one of the wall turrets destroying it and two others on impact.
He then jumped on the back of one of the security droned and stabbed it multiple times before it went down.
“Everyone Gather your wounded to the main door! those who can fight provide cover to those who are rescuing the wounded Hurry we do not have much time!” Kent shouted.
His voice, courage, and nerves of steel rallied the knight candidates and recruits together as they followed his leadership.
The Marines gathered their wounded while the candidates pulled out as much of the reinforced steel and used it as shields.
“Night Hawk this is Kent, Their are a lot of wounded here please be ready to receive them over?” Kent said over the inter-com.
“Roger that... Clay please provide cover for the wounded I’ll try to dock the Night Hawk as close as possible to the doors.” Lily said over the radio.
“Got it but let me flip the Night Hawk first... Hang on Lily!” Clayton said.
They could hear a loud metal crash on the ground as the Night Hawk docked as close as possible to the front of the main doors. Rex and the others carried the critically injured back on the Night Hawk for Lily to treat them while the other Knight candidates coordinated with Kent on the next phase of the plan.
After many hours of fighting the main corridor was cleared of any possible threats the young knight gathered the surviving nobles to talk about their next plan.
We need to get Eunice our team’s computer literate in custodian tech once she is at the command center was can figure out why this place activated its defense grid and report back to the Judicator about what happened.
“Those bastards don’t even care about us high nobles since they just want us dead you know!” Knight candidate 1 shouted.
The other nobles shouted in their discontent to their treatment in the academy while those who had to earn their place knew the cost of being a knight.
Chaos began to run down the surviving initiates when he tried to clear his thoughts began to wonder off into the distance. the noise and the hatred caused by the other knight candidates who used their connections to get into the academy caused more anger for him. He slammed his fist to the ground creating a 3.2 earthquake in just 12.1 seconds.
“ENOUGH!!! IF YOU HAVE THE STRENGTH TO COMPLAIN THEN TAKE IT UP TO THE JUDICATORS THOSE WHO WANT TO SEE THROUGH BECOMING A KNIGHT FOLLOW ME! WE HAVE WORK TO DO.” Kent said angrily.
“You ignorant fool i am Tarson Von railok, HIGH NOBLE of the 5th Legion’s 3rd royal family you should obey me!” Tarson said as he grabbed Kent by the shoulder.
Tarson tried to force Kent to kneel before him but he merely shrugged him off and didn’t listen to what he said. He grabbed Kent again by the shoulder and punched him in the face the young knight’s eyes changed from a calm brown to a raging black.
He closed his eyes and remembered what his family told him before leaving the Academy and what his mother told him The line between man and monster is a blurry one our actions will dictate our future what will you decide my child will you be a man worthy of being a hero or become a monster?
“I am a Hero...” Kent whispered.
He looked at the Noble and grabbed his arm and nearly broke his arm and simply told him.
“We are here to become a knight not become a wining pig... We are the greatest line of defense against the demons should they return that is why we must never lower our guard... If you just used your family’s connections to enter the academy then so be it let your way be done... But my team and I are here to get the Job done... So move aside or die... your choice...” Kent said.
The noble knew right away that his talk could be easily backed up by his strength as he looked away and walked away. With a smile on his face he asked his team to regroup on him and entered the Facility.
What awaited them was more than they could ever expect....
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