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Star Trek: Voyager

5x17 - The Disease

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Inktober 16: Derran Kanis. Baby's first Jedi OC, now with 20+ years of drawing skills.

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[laigaming]

Derran Kanis under the moon

[ooops-i-arted]

AHHHH MY GIRL what a wonderful thing to wake up to!! She looks amazing! Thank you so much!!!

And the last one.

@ooops-i-arted's Jedi OC Derran Kanis floating some rocks like a proper Jedi 😁

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Jaes's hen jēdar

God's of the sky

Twelve

Summary: Only a few months passed since the previous chapter but the year changed. A plot is discovered!

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123 AC Bloodstone, Stepstones

"Your Highness a letter from the capitol." Maester Roland approached you, handing you the scroll.

"Thank you, Roland." You said your thanks and the grey dressed man retreated to his wing.

"What is it mother?" Nymor asked trying to peek at the parchment, you chuckled at his eagerness.

"If you'll let me read I will tell you." He obediently moved away but waited impatiently.

"It is from Princess Rhaenyra." You announced skimming over the letters

"What does it say?" Nymor questioned, his need for knowledge insatiable.

"She will arrive on Bloodstone in a moons time, an important matter is to be settled." You answered a bit unsure of what the important matter is.

"Will Jace, Luke and Joffrey come too?" He asked.

"Perhaps." You mumbled caressing your swollen belly as you strolled with your second son through castle Bloodfyre. "Do you not wish to join Derran in Dorne?" You questioned

"I prefer to stay close to you, mother." He answered, and you couldn't help the smile that crept on your lips. You pressed a kiss to his curly silver hair.

The celebration for Aegon's six and tenth name day will happen in a moons time, half the realm was invited to castle Bloodfyre to celebrate such a joyous occasion. You were getting a migraine organising the whole affair, your pregnancy and constant tiredness didn't help either. Thankfully Daemon was a big help.

You walked with Nymor to the gardens, you could hear the familiar screeching of Aegarax, Gaelithox and Aerion's unnamed hatchling. The three baby dragons chased after one another occasionally breathing small bubbles of fire.

If the hatchlings were there it meant your sons were nearby. You walked to see Baelon, Vhaenor and Aerion listen intently to Daemon as two maids followed after them.

"Husband?" You questioned interrupting whatever Daemon was saying.

"Wife." he answered and slowly walked over to you, your boys being the first ones to run to you. Except for Aerion who was held by Daemon, the boy was almost one already.

"What were you telling them?"

"A story of their grandfather." He responded pressing a kiss to your lips, Aerion making a dissatisfied noise.

"Did you enjoy your fathers story?" You asked Baelon and Vhaenor who nodded quickly busy with talking to Nymor. Your second son eagerly answering their questions.

"Rhaenyra will arrive soon." You stated, glancing at your husband.

"Hmm? Whatever for?"

“She didn’t say. Only that an important matter has to be discussed.” You murmured.

“You’re as thick as thieves I’m surprised she didn’t tell you.”

You hummed agreeing to Daemon’s words. Your sons scurried off elsewhere leaving the two of you alone.

“How much will her visit cost us?” Daemon suddenly asked.

“I’m not sure, she didn’t specify as to who will accompany her. I think it is a rather discreet matter, a big entourage would prove to be a hassle. Why?”

“I have been going over the books regarding our spending. The port is doing well, the trade is blossoming but the cost of building a castle is still quite large.”

“Has dragon fire not reduced the costs enough all ready?” You questioned.

“That’s not the issue, the issue is gathering materials. We live on a group of islands where stone is most common. Shipping wood is a rather costly and tedious.”

“Then we plant trees.” You answered

“Those will not grow in time, my love.”

“I know but it’s a start. We are poorly defended with a half done castle.”

“Bloodstone is the heart of trade now a days, perhaps we could indulge in fine exotic goods.”

“Such as?”

“Dragon scale or teeth. Merchants, Essosi princess would pay good money for such a rare item.”

“Perhaps… and how do you believe we collect these rare items.”

“We have five hatchlings as of now, they grow therefore loose scales and baby teeth.”

“Yes, baby teeth. But perhaps you’re right. I’ll see to it.”

“No, my wife. You should not strain yourself.” He said firmly a loving gaze in his violet orbs. He placed his large warm palm on your flat stomach. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not pregnant, Daemon.”

“Not yet, but soon.”

“And how would you know that?” You quirked a brow at him.

“Call it father’s intuition.”

You chuckled at his words. He intertwined your arms together and you strolled through the castle gardens.

“Your Highness, a letter from Dorne.” One of your maids bowed and handed you to folded parchment. You nodded your head and dismissed her.

You carefully broke the orange seal and read. So many letters in one day you thought.

“What is it? Does Darren want to return home?” You stayed quiet reading the letter one more time. “My love?”

“Darren is sick, Maron writes that he suddenly fell ill and is has not woken.” You breathlessly said your fingers covering your lips. Fear overtook your body.” I should not have let him go to Dorne… I have to go.” You said and begun walking in the direction of your chambers. Daemon trailed after you.

“y/n Darren is strong. He will be fine.” He tried to reassure you

“You don’t know that!” You silently shouted stopping. “He is my son! He is just a boy, what if he doesn’t get better. I need to go to him.”

“He has the blood of the dragon a simple illness will not take him away. Our blood is immune to normal diseases.”

“He is half Rhoynish, and do you not remember the shivering sickness? The one that took little Daenerys and killed half the realm?”

“I- I will watch over the children.” He finally relented

“Thank you…” You quickly kissed his lips and resumed the walk to your chambers.

You changed into a bronze and black riding leathers, and quickly departed to find Vermithor.

…

Sunspear looked serene from above. Merchants, artisans, farmers and other small folk filled the streets. The old Palace stood grand in the middle of the bustling city.

The sun high in the air illuminated the stained glass windows. Adding colour to the castle made of beige sandstone.

The bronze fury landed on the outskirts of the city, where he once rested during your time in Sunspear. A horse and armed guards were already waiting near the city gates.

“Princess y/n.” They bowed their heads and handed you the reigns to a beautiful white sand steed.

“Thank you, we must go quickly.” You ordered and galloped through the streets. The courtyard was mostly empty, Moran was already awaiting your presence.

“Good brother.” You approached and took of your gloves, letting Moran kiss the back of your hand.

“Good sister.” He answered “Darren is in his chambers.”

“When did this happen?” You quietly questioned, worried that if you were any louder your voice would betray you.

“Two days ago. The maesters are not sure as to what happened to him. He was fine and suddenly he collapsed.”

“My poor boy.” You whispered to yourself. “Have the maesters checked for poison?”

“No princess… Who would want to poison a child?” Maron was distraught.

“He is not just a child, Maron. He is the prince of Dorne.” You didn’t trust the maesters not even the ones who served in your home. You much preferred the healers from Braavos and Volantis. They were skilled and unbiased. The Citadel was in Old Town, it is dominion of Hightowers.

“Have any of the Essosi healers looked at him?” You questioned.

“No… The Maesters have said that they would do more harm than good.”

“And do you trust them?”

“To trust a man is a feat I think not many have achieved.”

“Do you trust me then?”

Maron looked a bit unsure at your questioned but nodded nonetheless.

“You were my brothers wife, you have two Dornish children. We are family.”

“Then as your family I advise you not to trust those grey rats.”

Maron was stunned.

“I will send for the healers that serve me on Bloodstone. For now I would like to be alone with my son.” You said as you approached the door to Darren’s chambers. Your good brother nodded and retreated. You entered the room to find a maester and few servants. “Out. All of you.” You ordered voice ice cold.

“Your highness, if you would give me a moment. I have not finished the treatment.”

“I do not care, leave.” You ordered, the elderly man hesitated but left after offering a small bow.

Tears danced in the corners of your eyes as you looked at Darren. His sun kissed skin was now sickly pale, you could see his chest moving up and down very slowly. As if the act of breathing brought him pain. You kneeled at his bedside and took his frail hand in yours pressing it to your forehead.

“My son.” You whispered tears choking your throat “My boy… What have they done to you?”

You were not a religious person by any means. The only gods you paid respect to were the gods of Old Valyria but in that moment, you would pray to any god out there. Preform a dozen sacrifices if it meant that Darren would get better.

“Mother…” He wheezed, your eyes shot up to see Darren’s misty ones staring back at you.

“Darren!” Tears streamed down your cheeks as you embraced his laying body. “Oh my son, my sweet boy.”

“Mummy” He cried “It hurts..!”

“What hurts tell me.” You frantically moved around him. He didn’t answer only stared with tears in his eyes and a pained expression.

“Sleep..” he croaked “Night..”

“What..?” You questioned

“Rat..” he slipped off to unconsciousness.

“Darren?” You meekly asked mulling over his words. “Sleep? Night? Rat?”

Was he poisoned? But by who and with what? You spent hours next to his bedside, hoping, praying for an answer.

You slowly rose from your feet and left the chamber. A lonely guard was standing in front of the door.

“Guard this entry. No one may enter until I return.” You ordered.

“As you command princess.” He straightened his back.

You slowly made your way to the maesters wing, knocking gently.

“Maester?” You questioned “I’m sorry for intruding at such a late hour but there is a matter of grace importance I wish to discuss.”

You heard shuffling and footsteps, the door slightly opened revealing the Maester.

“Your highness, how can I be of service?” He let you in into his solar. Various books and concoctions were scattered throughout the room.

"It is about my son." you answered taking a seat, the elderly man doing the same. "If i may ask maester where are you from?"

"A peculiar question, your highness." You raised and eyebrow and ushered him "I was born and raised in Oldtown."

“A magnificent city isn’t it? Never had the pleasure to visit.” You murmured.

“Yes, magnificent indeed.”

“Hmm… tell me what happened to your prince.” You ordered, the man furrowed his eyebrows.

“A terrible thing, the prince seemed to be fine lively and brave as he usually is. Then the other day he suddenly collapsed and hasn’t woken since.” He concluded.

“Collapsed where?”

“I do not know, your highness. I have tended to him in his chambers.”

“And you didn’t think to ask where he suddenly fell?”

“At the moment no. I think it was in the gardens.”

“You think?”

“Pardon me, I was quite overwhelmed with stabilizing the princes life to ask.”

“Hmm” You nodded fixing your posture in the uncomfortable chair “What do you suspect his is?”

“Oh it is quite difficult to tell, his symptoms are fatigue, headaches.”

“You’re a maester, tell me your diagnosis as of now.” You hardened your stare at the grey rat.

“I would suspect it is perhaps a sun stroke.”

“Thank you maester, I apologize if I have been rude. I simply worry for my son.”

“It is natural for mothers to worry for their children.” He nodded, you left his chambers. Your blood boiling, he is an accomplice he has to be.

For now you had to take your son with you. You were a fool to believe he would be safe here in his home. Dorne only recently and begrudgingly joined the seven kingdoms. The other kingdoms influence was scarce, especially the crownlands. The Dornishmen valued their independence above anything, that was proven during the conquest. Perhaps they feel betrayed by your husband and son who agreed and upholded the tract made with your grandsire.

Thoughts swarmed your head as you approached your son’s door. A maid waited by the entrance tray in hand.

“Princess.” The guard acknowledged your presence slightly startling the poor girl.

“Who are you?” You questioned not recognizing the maid.

“Celia, your highness.” You noticed she did not posses the accent that most Dornish had.

“And what are you doing here?” You approached the younger girl.

“I bring tea and medicine to the prince.” She quietly answered, you could see her hands trembling.

“Calm down, child.” You said “I’ll take this off your hands.” You tried to grab the tray but the girl evaded. “No..!” She said a bit panicked.

“No?”

“I-I the kitchens instructed me to deliver this to the prince myself.”

“And whose order in the kitchen is more important than that of a princess?” You questioned.

“Yours, your highness.” She meekly answered. You took the tray from her and the guard stationed outside his door opened it for you. Before entering you leaned into the man’s ear.

“Keep an eye on her.” You whispered, the man solemnly nodded.

You placed the tray with the medicine on the table. You raised the steaming cup to your nose and took a whiff. A rather sharp and irritating smell hit your nose. This was not tea, that much you can tell. You have dabbled in herbs and medicine in your youth. Often making concoctions for your grandsire and then husband.

If this were a poison it was rare and difficult to detect. You stood in the middle of the room pondering over the events of the day. You sighed and walked over to the door.”

“Bring me the girl.” You ordered the guard, he obliged and a few moment later a knock interrupted your thoughts.

The maid from before was slightly shaking in the guards hold.

“Do not fret, Celia. Come, sit.” You invited the servant girl to the table. The cup of tea still steaming.

The girl was squirming under your gaze, her gaze was focused on her lap.

“Are you Dornish?” You questioned, she slightly shook her head.

“No.” She whispered timidly.

“Where?”

“I am from a small village east of the Honeywine river.”

“Oh? You must be scared being in an unfamiliar land.”

She simply nodded.

“Who sent you here?”

“My father is a merchant from Oldtown, we moved to Sunspear for better opportunities.”

“What a touching story, you must be parched my dear.” You smiled slightly “Drink.” You ordered moving the cup in her direction.

“That tea is for the prince, your highness.” She objected.

“The prince is unconscious. He will not mind.”

“I cannot it would be improper of me-“

“Improper? As much as refusing an order from the princess of the realm”

“N-No”

“Drink.” You now ordered the smile disappearing from your lips. The girls eyes widened, her breath became more rapid.

She tried to steady her breath as she stared at the teacup. After a moment she took it in her hand. “I am not t-thirsty, you highness. You sent her a cold stare. She obliged and pressed the cup to her rosy, slightly parted lips.

Once the liquid was to flow through her throat she slammed the cup on the table.

“I-I cannot, I’m sorry.” Tears flowed through her nervous eyes. She hiccuped pressing her head in her hands.

“What’s in the cup?” You questioned roughly grabbing the girl by her hair and making her look at your face.

“Poison.” She wailed.

“What kind?!”

“Nightshade..! I’m sorry!”

“Who gave you the order?!” You shouted at her tightening the grip on her locks.

“There w-was a man in the kitchens! He gave me the tea and told to deliver it to the prince!”

“More!” You ordered searching for answers in her eyes.

“I do not know!”

“Say or I will feed you to fire! You tried to kill my son! A boy of only three and ten! Your prince!”

“I did not mean to.” She cried and wailed stumbling over her words.

You let go of her hair.

“Guard!” You ordered, two men walked in “Bring everyone working in the kitchens out in the courtyard.”

“Princess it is night-“

“Now!”

The two scurried off and nodded.

“You will tell me who gave you the poison meant to kill my son.”

She quickly nodded, groveling on her knees.

You stared from the balcony as the guards gathered every worker from the kitchens. The girl, Celia was standing next to you.

“Show me.” You ordered. The girl nodded and scanned the crowd. Her finger pointed towards a man, tall and rather skinny. You nodded at the guards and they took the screaming and trashing man to the dungeons.

From the corner of your eye you beckoned a knight over.

“Make sure the Maester doesn’t leave his chambers.”

He bowed and left, his armor rattling with every step. You handed to girl to another knight. You will questioned the both of them in the morning. For now you needed rest.

…

You stared with disdain at the man before you, kneeling and chained.

“Name.”

“Harrold.” He answered, his confidence not wavering.

“Were you the one to poison my son? Your prince.” You calmly asked, the man shook his head and you nodded at the dungeon master. He took a step forward in his hand were heavy metal pincers. The burly man grabbed Harrold’s hand and with the pincers he grabbed his nail and pulled. The man wailed in pain.

“Will you tell the truth now?” He cried and cried.

“Y-yes!” You nodded at the dungeon master to remove another nail.

“That was for admitting that you were lying before. Now speak!”

“I received the money, order and poison from a man. I-I don’t know what he was called. He just said he serves in the red keep!”

“And the girl? Celia?”

“She’s just a servant!”

“And the man, tell me more!”

“I-I do not know!” Another nail another scream.

“Who was the man?!” You demanded.

"I don't know! He just gave me the poison!"

"No ordinary man can afford such a poison... or make one!" You nodded at the dungeon master to remove another nail.

"T-The maester!" He finally screamed out in pain.

"What of the maester!?"

"He m-made the poison! A man just gave it to me!"

“What was he wearing?”

“A-a cloak!”

“What color?!”

“G-green.” He croaked out, and it is as if time stopped.

Green

…

A fortnight passed and Darren begun waking up more and more. His strength was coming back, the color in his face and eyes as well.

You watched with fondness as he devoured a duck roasted in honey with potatoes on the side. A cup of honey milk in a cup next to him. A food taster was now present for every meal he ate.

“Mummy, are you well?” He asked.

“I should be the one to ask you that, my love.” You mused placing a spare strand of brown hair behind his ear.

“You’re pale, and you do not eat.”

“I simply am worried for you.”

“Really? You look like this every time you’re with a babe.”

His words stunned you, and then you thought. You were not missing your moon blood, not yet anyway. You felt fine, tired but you wrote of the tiredness as a result of your son’s poisoning.

“We will return home soon. Once you get strong enough.”

“I am strong enough! I want to see Aegon and Nymor and the rest of my siblings.”

“I shall think about it.”

But he was right, there was no point in keeping him in Sunspear. He would be much safer on Bloodstone.

“Your highness!” A guard burst through the doors to your son’s chamber. You frowned worried. “A dragon spotted a few leagues away from Sunspear.”

“What did the dragon look like?” You questioned.

“Golden.” The guard answered.

“Aegon...” Darren whispered hopefully. You sighed deeply palming your forehead.

“You stay here, I’ll retrieve him.” You sighed standing up and leaving his chambers. You could hear the flapping of wings and the familiar screeches of Sunfyre above the city. Vermithor bellowed glancing up at the sky.

To your surprise Aegon was not the only person riding Sunfyre.

“Nymor.” You stated a bit on edge “What are you doing here? Aegon Sunfyre is too small to saddle two people.”

The two boys jumped from the dragon and your son jumped into your arms, Aegon following.

“We heard that Darren is sick, mother. I had to see my brother.” Nymor answered a bit harshly, which was unusual for him.

“He is fine now, and you Aegon?”

“Darren is my friend.” He murmured avoiding your stern gaze.

You sighed deeply. “Very well. Come along now."

You stood in the doorway watching your sons reunite. Nymor flung himself on Darren's bed, round cheeks stained with tears. Aegon on the other hand stood next to the bed, his hands awkwardly put behind his back.

"Derran!" Nymor cried, his elder brother chuckled and caressed his curly silver locks.

"Im alright, brother." He mused "Aegon, I-... It's good so see you." He awkwardly stated.

You raised your eyebrow in surprise. They never acted like this, they were comfortable in each other's presences, often skipping lessons together or being up to no good. You had to question them about this later.

"Yes..." Aegon muttered back, slightly sheepish.

"Mummy how could you not take me with you!" Nymor complained, freeing himself from his brothers embrace.

"I did what I thought was best. What if you have fallen ill? What would I do with two sick sons." You slightly teased.

"But he wasn't sick, was he?" Aegon questioned, you sighed deeply approaching Darren's bed.

"No, he was not."

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They are NOT Hot!

Luke and Leia refuse to believe that anyone would think their parents (and Uncle Obi-wan) are hot. Can the twins come up with a plan to succeed and convince their friends that they're not?

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“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far, away…”

“...The Trade Federation was eventually blown up by none other than the Chosen One, Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker at nine years old, saving the Planet Naboo.” Terria Marayne explained to her class. Many eyes were focused on the Skywalker twins who held proud smiles, knowing how cool their dad was. 

The bell rang signifying that Prodigious Coruscanti High School was over. 

“Remember students,” the teacher called out as the kids stuffed their papers into their bags, “I want a detailed report of the Battle of Naboo, it’s due next week.”

“No doubt we’ll pass with flying colors,” Luke whispered to his twin, which Leia just snorted and shoved him out of the classroom. 

“Don’t cheat, Nerfherder.” 

“You wound me, Lei-Lei, how can I cheat on something so easy?”

The hallways were filled with students coming in and out of rooms, many stood in the hallways, talking with friends. Leia headed to her locker organizing her stuff when she heard her name being called.

“Leia!”

Turning around, Leia waved her friends over. Three girls, a green Twi’lek with green eyes, a Pantoran, and a human with blue hair and brown eyes walked over. 

“It must be so cool to have your dad in history class, huh?” asked Hali, the Pantoran. Leia shrugged.

“I mean, it is, but we grew up with those stories, with way more details, this is hardly anything.”

 Gia pulled her blue hair lightly, “if you say so, but I doubt it though...nine years old? Please, that’s impossible.”

“That’s why he’s the Chosen One, Gia, not some regular old Jedi,” a new voice joined the conversation. The green Twi’lek, Jora, scoffed.

“I don’t remember you being allowed in this conversation, We’lin.” Said girl gave them an unimpressed look.

“Honestly, I thought you guys would be more knowledgeable when it came to Anakin Skywalker, considering you’re friends with his daughter.”

Leia sighed, “That’s enough We’lin, I get why they doubt it, no reason to be so snarky, let’s go guys.” The four girls left the angered Zebrak, who scoffed and walked away.

“What’s her problem?” Jora hissed slightly.

“She’s jealous that I’m friends with you and not her, she wants to be in close proximity with someone famous,” Leia led her friends to the front door of the building,

“Hm, no reason to be so-- hey, what’s going on?” Hali muttered. Gia saw Luke and called his name.

“Luke!”

The boy turned his head and waved his hands to his sister and her friends. The small group walked to where Luke was standing. His friends gaping, their eyes unblinking. The girls were confused until they saw who captured everyone’s attention— students, teachers, and parents alike.

Anakin Skywalker.

He stood against the newest model of a LV-80 speeder, it is one of the fastest luxury speeders, only the wealthy could afford one. He wore his usual black Jedi robes, though, today, they were looking very fashionable. Anakin ran his fingers through his hair, biting his lips as his attention was drawn to the datapad in his hand.

“Oh my…” Hali’s words got caught in her throat. Luke and Leia groaned silently, rolling their eyes simultaneously. 

“The senator truly is lucky to have married him–”

“How can he look so flawlessly handsome?”

“He hardly aged, I dare say…”

“You’re right about that, Xeni.”

Luke facepalmed, he didn’t need to overhear the whispers about his father from the teachers no less.

“Bro, your dad looks so cool!” Derran commented.

“Imagine having a father as powerful as him–”

“Look at the speeder.”

“Imagine being this rich–”

“Why doesn’t he come over often, Luke?” A human girl wondered with a dazed look in her eyes.

“He’s busy…saving the galaxy and all,” Luke said, slightly put off at her facial expression.

Leia fared no better as her friends practically drooled at the sight. 

“Leiaaa, you’re so lucky, your dad looks so hot,” Gia gasped. Leia blanched. Seriously? How weird are her friends? Jora had a noticeable pink tint coloring her cheeks. Hali fanned herself, muttering words like “..amazing…lucky...wish I was older…not fair…”

“Guys, that’s my dad, stop calling him hot!” Leia told them, mortified. Her friends stared at her, breaking away from their stupor.

“And!?” They shrieked.

“He’s hot-”

“Only you would see him as mediocre–”

“We hardly get to see him in the flesh–”

“–he’s your dad and we’re your friends–”

“–let us worship him–”

“–and fantasize over him–”

“–in peace, Leia,” the girls finished off in unison.

Shaking her head Leia left her star-struck friends and made her way over to her brother.

“They are so creepy,” Luke mentioned, taking his sister’s bag for her. 

“At least your friends think Dad is cool, my friends find him hot.” Leia informed him, Luke gagged.

“Gross.”

“You’re telling me.”

The Skywalker twins pushed their way to the front of the crowd.

“Dad!” Leia yelled out.

Anakin’s head snapped up, spotting his eldest son and daughter. He gave them a grin, stashing his datapad in the speeder.

The Force rang with such admiration, jealousy, and infatuation that Luke and Leia had to hurry away from the seemingly endless crowd.

“Hey, Troublemakers, how’s school?” Anakin smiled, girls once again swooned, he took their bags, and began placing them in the back seats.

“Uh, let’s tell you on the way,” Luke hurried. Their father’s eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrow raised.

“What’s the hurry?”

“We just want to get home, see Mom, our siblings…y’know, we don’t want to be stuck here,” Leia came up with a cover quickly as Luke tried thinking of a lie. Anakin nodded and ushered them to his brand new speeder. 

Noticing the crowd, he gave them a roguish smirk and a semi salute. Chuckling once he felt emotions ringing through the force, he left the group of people standing there in surprise.

 Luke gawked as he studied the inside of the speeder.

“This speeder is so wizard, Dad!” Anakin laughed, he fired up the engine and set off towards their apartment.

“Glad you like it, son, recognize the model?”

Luke racked his brain, “is it the new LV-80? I thought it wasn’t out yet.”

Anakin nodded in approval, “True, but you know how I receive certain gifts for saving the galaxy, even though it’s been sixteen years. If I like a certain gift, then their ratings go up. It’s business,” he explained, “not to mention, I already modified it,”  Anakin handed him the manual, and Luke smiled like a little kid, reading all the latest features in the speeder.

Leia watched as towers, apartments, and other buildings zoomed by.

“What’s in your head princess?” Anakin looked back at her, before setting his attention back to the oncoming traffic.

“I was wondering, after I become a Jedi Knight, I should maybe start in politics, like Mom.”

Anakin chuckled softly, “I think that’s wonderful, you should tell your Mother about it.”

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The 500 Republica came into view. Anakin smiled, thinking of his wife.

Landing the speeder with such speed and smoothness on the veranda, Luke complimented his dad over and over again, with Anakin promising his son that they can go flying over the weekend.

“Dad, Dad!”

“Papa’s home with Luke and Leia!”

Several footsteps could be heard stomping down the stairs as the trio exited the speeder.

“Woah, is that a new speeder!?” a fourteen year old boy with brown hair and brown eyes asked. Luke had a confused look on his face.

“What do you mean, Jinn? Dad, did you just buy this?”

Anakin grinned gleefully, “that’s right, I bought it months ago but I recently just finished the modifications and decided to surprise you guys.”

He noticed his youngest daughter’s blue eyes glowed with excitement, Shiraya was told she acted like her father when it came to droids and ships.

Leia rolled her eyes and shook her head, her hands on her hips as she watched the rest of her siblings fawn over the speeder. An arm was suddenly slung over her shoulder with slight force, she let out an ‘oof’ in surprise.

“I think this one needs her screws tightened, Angel, the rest of my kids love speeders, yet this one malfunctioned,” Anakin remarked in mock seriousness, Leia raised her head to see her dad giving her a mischievous smirk. Padme, along with 3P0 and R2, walked closer to the father-daughter duo and giggled melodically. 

3P0 overheard and exclaimed, “Master Ani, I highly doubt organic beings, such as Mistress Leia, possess the ability to hold screws, much less malfunction.” R2 gave a series of beeps then rolled away to the speeder. “How rude, R2, I will have you know I studied humans for as long as I can remember, after all I–” 3P0 followed his companion giving him another lecture. Anakin sighed exasperatedly. Padme shook her head.

“Ani, may I remind you, they’re my kids as well? I would like to have one normal kid who doesn’t blow up junk everytime I look in their direction,” she crossed her arms, sending her husband an unimpressed stare.

“We do not blow junk up!” The Skywalker-machine-loving members protested. Mother and daughter looked at each other before doubling over in fits of laughter. Anakin and the children sent Leia and Padme identical pouts. 

“Leia, it seems like you’re the only one who actually took after me,” Padme teased. Jinn ran over to his mother and gave her a hug.

“What about me? I look like you!” He tried reasoning with her. She had a thoughtful look on her face, pretending to think about it. Jinn looked at her and was scandalized at the notion.

“Mommm.” Padme laughed and kissed her look-like on the cheek.

“Of course, Jinn, I never doubted it for a second.” Feeling victorious, he ran back to his siblings and chatted about new turbo thrusters their dad could install with Luke.

Anakin crossed his arms with a small smile on his face, “I swear, he’s another mama’s boy.”

“Oh no, Ani, he’s all you, you should hear him talk about lightsaber battles when you’re at the Temple,” Padme said, “He acts like you a little more each day.”

Leia nodded, silently agreeing with her. “Oh, Mom, is it okay if you can pick Luke and I up from school next week?”

Her parents gave her a confused look, “Sure, I can rearrange my schedule, but I thought you were happy when your dad came over.”

“I am, I was happy, but the thing is…”

“Our friends, especially Leia’s, were fawning over Dad, the teachers were even caught in a whirlwind over his looks,” Luke added when he came over to hug his mom. Anakin coughed and blushed as Padme turned her gaze to him.

“Is that so? Did any of them flirt with him? Or vice versa?”

Anakin gaped, “Angel, you hurt me, how could you ever think of a thing like that?”

Padme ignored him and encouraged her eldest twins to finish explaining. Anakin groaned in the background.

“We don’t want to feel such revolting emotions–” Leia started

“–coming from our classmates and teachers.” Finished Luke. 

Anakin snorted, “Tough luck, kids, your mom is the most beautiful woman in the galaxy, they will probably find her just a little bit more enticing than I am.”

“Don’t listen to him, I won’t attract attention to myself, unlike your father, of course I will come.”

Luke and Leia grinned and high-fived each other. Anakin rolled his eyes and glared non-threateningly at Padme, “I feel so loved, Angel.”

Padme laughed and kissed her husband’s pouty lips, “I only want you to myself, my love.”

“You have me, but maybe I should go, in case some teachers get the wrong idea,” Anakin smirked in a way that Padme felt Nubian butterflies in her stomach.

“Sorry, Ani, I’m afraid you’ll have to stay home on this mission, and watch the rest of your kids.” He shook his head, leaning down to capture her lips once more.

“Mhm, sounds like fun.”

Mimi’s blonde hair bounced as she skipped past her parents, “Mom, Dad, I’m hungry, can we go to Dex’s Diner?”

“Ooh, yea, can we?” Jayden’s brown eyes lit up, already thinking of the yummy Zeltros sliders. The elder Skywalkers looked at each other with amusement dancing in their eyes.

“Why not.”

~~~~~~~

“Hurry up, Leia, you still need to eat breakfast,” Luke called out, buckling his boots on, while simultaneously drinking blue milk.

“Luke, put your stinky feet down,” cried Mimi.

Leia pulled her braided hair into a ponytail and buckled on her belt. Dashing from her room, she slid into the kitchen where her five siblings were eating breakfast. Grabbing a stack of pannacakes, and pouring herself a cup of blue milk, she sat next to Shiraya who was levitating a small Nubian star fruit.

“Shira, please eat, you need to be at the Temple soon,” Padme instructed, walking by the table plucking the star fruit from the air, popping it into her mouth.

“Yes, mama,” the fourteen year old sighed. Her blue eyes danced around the room, mischievousness sparkled to life, already planning on the fun pranks she would pull at the Temple. Giggling to herself, she poured sticky honey sauce on her pannacakes, and shoved them in her mouth.

A bus horn was heard outside and the eldest twins grabbed their bags running out on the veranda.

“Bye guys!” The two yelled out.

Anakin stretched and frowned, noticing that Leia forgot her comm.

“Leia! Catch!”

Said girl turned in time to use the Force to catch her comm that was thrown to her. “Thanks, Dad!”

Finding themselves a seat, many students were in awe, seeing the Chosen One use the Force in front of their very eyes.

“Hands down, Luke,” Derran said, “your dad is the coolest.”

~~~~~~~

“Will Master Skywalker be picking you up today?” Hali asked with a slight grin. 

“Not today,” Leia shook her head.

“Pity, Anakin Skywalker is one of the finest creatures my eyes have ever seen,” We’lin commented as she strode by, not stopping for the group to retort.

“For once, I can agree with her,” Jora remarked. The female Skywalker shuddered.

“Let’s just go.”

Luke was hanging out with his friends at the front of the landing docks, eating snacks.

“–I swear, Killian Urden is the best character to play, hands down,” a human-twi’lek hybrid said.

“Orman’s right, he’s the best character that has been released,” Derran agreed.

A male togruta, Fel-qin, objected, “Please, Carlip Brush is the best.” The other boys groaned.

“He’s the worst! Luke, who do you like?” Orman turned his attention to the blonde boy. Luke chewed thoughtfully.

“While Carlip has the best combos, I have to agree with Derran and Orman, Killian’s swordplay can easily beat Carlip’s gun combos.”

Fel-qin looked betrayed, “How could you say that! Luke, you’re my best mate!” The male Skywalker shrugged and laughed as the togruta tried stealing his granos chips.

A stylish looking Nubian speed craft pulled into view, parking in front of the school.

Derran, Orman, and Fel-qin’s eyes practically bugged out of their heads. Seeing a LV-80 speeder was shocking enough, but witnessing a Nubian aircraft was just as rare.

“Holy, look at that speeder…she’s a beauty,” Fel-qin whispered, the other boys nodding.

A man dressed in the Naboo Royal Security uniform, stepped out, opening the back door. A woman dressed in purple and silver stepped out. Fixing wayward strands of hair, she scanned the premises until her eyes spotted one half of the target.

“Luke!” 

A crowd had already gathered when the aircraft arrived, their attention soon turned to the boy whose name was called out.

“Hi, Mom,” Luke waved and smiled. He turned his head to see his friends’ mouths open wide.

“That-that’s your mom!?”

“She’s so hot, Holy Sith…”

“Luke…you’ve been holding out on us.”

“If only I was older and a  Jedi, hell, if only I knew your mom, I would’ve banged her,” Derran muttered. He winced when a slap was directed toward his head and later three swift punches were delivered. 

Luke groaned and fumed silently, “guys…that’s my mother you’re talking about, stop looking at her like she’s meat,” he glared. His friends looked away abashedly for a hot second before their eyes were drawn towards the pretty Naboo senator again. 

“See you guys…” he waved uncaringly. 

“H-Hey, Luke, wait-!”

Luke made his way over to his mother, giving her a kiss on the cheek. The woman smiled, ruffling her eldest son’s hair.

“How was school?”

“It was okay, we passed on the Battle of Naboo,” he smirked, nearly identical to his father’s. Padme laughed, making the male students and teachers’ heart beat with such vigor, they knew they would do anything for her.

“That’s my son, you knew that story the minute you were born,” she gave him such a proud look, Luke felt his heart burst with love for his mom. “Where’s your sister?” Padme looked over his shoulder for any sign of the brunette teen.

He shrugged, “not sure, she’ll be out in a minute though, I can feel her Force presence coming closer.” the senator nodded and happily chatted with her son.

“What’s with the crowd?” Hali asked. Leia felt a feeling manifest in her stomach.

“Oh no.”

Making their way towards the front, what seems to be a woman, identical looking to Leia, and Luke were chatting in front of a Nubian aircraft.

“For someone nearing their fifties, she sure hasn’t aged…”

“No wonder Master Skywalker married her–”

“–I wonder if I could ever shoot my shot with–”

“Oh shut up, Bron, she married the Chosen One–”

“I’m jealous.”

“She doesn’t deserve Anakin Skywalker–”

“No wonder the Skywalker twins are so good-looking, with parents like that–!”

Gia shifted towards Leia, “I’m kinda jealous, your mom is so beautiful.” 

The brunette nodded, “she is, Dad calls her his light in the galaxy.” She would never dare say the sacred nickname her father calls her mother, only family members know it and she would like to keep it that way.

Jora, Gia, and Hali sighed in wistfulness.

“So romantic.” 

“Man, your dad is the Chosen One, a Jedi Master, an excellent pilot and is hot, your mom was a queen, she’s a senator, she’s super nice, and extremely beautiful, you guys are so lucky! You look so much like them, I’m jealous,” a human female student exclaimed, she turned to her boyfriend who raised his eyebrows at her.

Leia gaped, groaning out,“I gotta go, Luke is calling my name.”

Jora looked confused.

“How–” started Hali.

Leia tapped her temple, “Force powers remember?”

She turned around, not bothering to see them make the connection. 

“Hi, Mom, hi, Lukie.”

Padme smiled brightly and hugged her daughter, “I should find the time to do this again, I’ve missed you all terribly.”

Leia giggled. 

Padme, slightly shocked at the sight of the large crowd, she waved and gave them a demure smile.

She led her twins to the speeder where Captain Typho bowed and shut the door after they got situated. 

~~~~~~~

The eldest set of the Skywalker twins sat in Luke’s room, discussing plans.

“It’s impossible, how can they find both Dad and Mom hot?” Luke groaned and plopped himself on his bed.

“Unfortunately, Dad was right, that smug look of his when we came home too,” Leia crushed silently. Her face was scrunched as she started to think.

“You look like Mom, you know that, Lei?” 

She broke her concentration and smiled bashfully, “thanks, Lukie, hopefully I can be just as great as her one day.”

“You will, don’t worry.” Luke grinned, picking up a comic from the floor.

“Anyway, I still don’t have an idea…” Leia huffed out. 

Luke snapped his fingers and exclaimed, “ah-ha!”

Startled, Leia looked at him, “well? What is it?”

“Uncle Obi-wan, no one will think the old man is hot!” A grin broke out on Leia’s face.

“You’re a genius! That’s perfect, we’ll be at the temple tomorrow and we can ask him then.”

Identical smirks and heads nodding in unison was the only thing that worried Padme when she walked by her eldest son’s room.

“Oh dear, let’s hope nothing bad will happen.”

~~~~~~~

At the Temple, Anakin was strolling along the hallways with Obi-wan, chatting leisurely. 

“Master…what’s with everyone’s robes today? All the male species are wearing…pink,” he drawled out. Obi-wan sighed, stroking his beard.

“I have a hunch they aren’t following a fashion trend,” he said, looking pointedly at his former padawan.

A human female Jedi Knight walked by, her hair color different shades of yellow and green. She grumbled incoherently and gave a small bow to the two Jedi Masters, but she gave Master Skywalker a small glare and returned to her destination.

Anakin sputtered, “what was that about? I didn’t even color her hair!”

“Always two there are, a master and an apprentice, follow the rules, you do not, young Skywalker,” Yoda suddenly appeared, dressed in pink robes, his hair had blue and pink glitter. His glimmer stick softly hitting the ground as he walked by with Mace Windu dressed in the same pink robes, drinking tea.

“When has Master Skywalker ever followed the rules, Master Yoda?” Mace nodded at the duo and followed Yoda into another hallway.

“I’m nearing my forties, I’m a Jedi Master, and I have kids who take the title young Skywalker, and he still insists on calling me that!” Anakin slumped against the wall, running his hands through his hair.

His former master chuckled, “you are the youngest member on the council, even now, and besides, he is approaching his 900th birthday.”

Anakin snorted, “Right, Obi-wan, of course. Do you know who dyed the robes?”

Obi-wan glared at Anakin, “your offspring did this, why do you think Master Yoda said what he said?”

“Yeah, but what’s with the Rule of Two though?”

“You taught all six of your kids to terrorize the Jedi Temple,” he deadpanned, “we probably should’ve stopped you reproducing after Luke and Leia were born, now we don’t even know who has pranked us this time.”

Giggles floated down the hallway, the duo turned their heads to see Shiraya running away from a mob of Jedi Knights and Padawans. Voices were clashing and mixing together that not a thing could be heard, but they knew this time, Shiraya started the prank.

“One at a time, my fellow Jedi! I still have to continue my prank!” Shouts of objection rose louder, causing her to laugh. Shiraya jumped on a ledge, causing everyone to stop and stare. She turned around, noticing her father and uncle, giving everyone a semi-salute mimicking her dad, she fell backwards. The Jedi clamored to the ledge, but to their surprise, they couldn’t find her.

“Wh-where–”

“She needs no DNA test to prove she’s Master Skywalker’s offspring.”

“This Temple will be terrorized by the Skywalkers, just you wait.”

Obi-wan raised his eyebrow at Anakin who looked proud. The crowd dispersed, leaving the two alone once again.

“That’s my daughter, I can only compliment and approve of her action,” Anakin nodded, Obi-wan groaned.

“Uncle Obi!”

Said man turned to see his padawan with his sister.

“Hello there,”

“General Kenobi,” the twins bowed. Anakin snickered silently behind Obi-wan who had an exasperated look on his face.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

The twins nodded, Leia speaking first, “can you pick us up from school four days from now? Please.” Luke smiled brightly in agreement.

The auburn man gave Anakin an incredulous look to which he received a shrug in return.

“I would be happy to, but what brought this on?”

The twins shared a look, “we would like for you to pick us up, cause you’re family,Uncle Obi-wan,” they gave a very convincing smile causing Obi-wan to nod his head.

“Very well, if that’s alright with you of course, Anakin ?”

“Take the Troublemakers, you need more excitement, Master.”

“Anakin, you’ve given me more than enough gray hairs, I don’t need anymore from your offspring–”

Leia and Luke quietly drifted away from the famous Skywalker-Kenobi banter.

“Mission accomplished, sis,” Luke high-fived his sister.

“Finally, it’ll be impossible for anyone to find Uncle Obi hot,” Leia remarked.

Luke let out a laugh, “exactly, it’s impossible.”

~~~~~~~

“...I can’t wait to go on that mission to Hoth! It’ll be so cool,” Luke grabbed his books, shoving them into his bag.

“Literally,” Leia sipped on her Fresca Jamora smoothie, noticing her brother staring at her.

“Haha, funny.”

She gave him a grin, walking with him to the exit. Avoiding students can be a hassle, luckily for her, she was quite nimble on her feet.

“I overheard the masters talking about our Knighthood ascension, we might get knighted at eighteen like Dad.”

Luke’s face lit up, “haha yes! Finally, Jedi Knight here I come.”

“I’m going to start working on my speech towards my campaign for the Queen of Naboo. I believe I might win enough votes, but I can’t rely on my parents' fame to do it.”

“I know nothing about politics, but if you need help, just call my name.”

A look of gratitude made its way onto Leia’s face, the two embraced until Luke pinched her causing the girl to punch him.

“Nerfherder.”

“Laserbrain.”

“No good troublemaker.”

“Goody-two shoes.”

They chuckled and continued to walk out of the school where a large crowd formed.

“Oh kriffing hells,” they cursed in unison.

“First Master Skywalker, then Senator Skywalker, and now Master Kenobi!? This school will become extremely popular,” the principal exclaimed happily.

“I love his beard!”

“Can’t believe he snagged the Duchess of Mandalore–”

“I can’t believe the Duchess snagged him.”

“He’s so much hotter than his holopictures!” One girl could not contain her excitement.

“Masters Skywalker and Kenobi are the two hottest Jedi I’ve ever seen–”

“I can gladly die happily now.”

Many girls were in awe, they’ve witnessed two very good looking Jedi Masters these past few weeks. Meanwhile, the boys were chatting off making small bets about who would win.

“Anakin Skywalker no doubt.”

“–Obi-wan trained him though, surely that must mean he’s powerful enough in the force!”

“Master Skywalker is the literal Chosen One–”

“–I believe it’s Obi-wan–”

The man who caused the disturbances coughed lightly, and scanned quickly for his nephew and niece. 

This must be why the twins asked me to come pick them up, Obi-wan thought wryly, no doubt they experienced this scenario with their parents.

Holocameras were flashing quickly, girls swooned, and boys gawked. Though, there was no reaction quite priceless like the ones the Skywalker twins were sporting in this exact moment.

Impossible!

I thought for sure it would work…

Luke and Leia shared twin looks of defeat, they simultaneously put their heads in their hands. Chests were heaving as they couldn’t help but feel embarrassment and awkwardness as the school population were continuing their admiration.

“Let’s go, Luke.”

Making their way to their uncle, despite the strong feeling they felt, they couldn’t hide the happiness seeing their father’s closest friend here at their school.

“Hello young ones, I see there is a crowd that seems to be growing by the minute,” Obi-wan acknowledged the two. He bowed to the crowd and settled himself in the driver’s seat.

Wincing, the blonde and brunette gave him sympathetic glances as they strapped themselves in their seats. 

“We thought because you were old, we hoped to repel the crowd and stop their admiration,” Leia explained.

“Clearly that didn’t work, seems like Dad lied about you being extremely old, Master,” Luke tsked, already planning on scolding his father for telling them such a lie when the general public thought otherwise.

Obi-wan sighed under his breath, “Skywalkers and their insults…”

They chatted contently as the elder Kenobi carefully, much to the teens’ disappointment, drove the speeder to their home.

~~~~~~~

Feeling quite refreshed, Leia left her damp hair to dry before she styled it. Walking to the veranda, the first thing she noticed were her aunts Satine and Ahsoka and her Uncle Lux.

When did Aunt Satine and Uncle Lux arrive? She wondered.

Ahsoka looked up and smiled at Padme’s nearly identical replica. 

“Lei-Lei, how are you? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, your mother tells me that you’re planning to get into politics.”

Satine demurely sipped on her tea, “I would gladly help you, should you want my advice, though I believe you hardly need it, considering your mother is already an excellent politician.”

Padme smiled slightly under the praise and waved her eldest daughter to the couch, “come sit with me.”

Leia slowly made her way over there, watching her siblings getting into a friendly physical sparring match. Ahsoka and Lux’s children were also there laughing with Jayden and Mimi.

Jinn was sitting on Padme’s left side, causing her to sit on her mother’s right. 

“I was unaware you had arrived,” Leia commented to Satine and Lux.

“I arrived a few days ago,” Satine remarked, smiling softly at the young girl, as if she knew a secret.

Lux answered as well, chuckling quietly, “I came to Coruscant last night, when your aunt Soka invited me here.”

Nodding in understanding, the three adults including Leia engaged in a simple conversation about politics, Jinn tried to keep up as best as he could, but in the end he turned in favor of following his father out the veranda to help him bring in training sabers.

Leia entered the kitchen with Luke where they met Ashoka.

“What’s got your head in the clouds?”

Luke groaned, “These past two weeks–”

“–three weeks, actually,” Leia interrupted, biting a shurra fruit.

“–what she said, everyone at our school found Dad, Mom, and Uncle Obi-wan to be extremely attractive,” he finished off with a look of disgust, to which Ahoska just laughed out loud.

“Oh, really? Well, that’s not surprising, during the Clone Wars, they were on the HoloNet almost everyday, they were the reason why our galaxy is at peace,” she shrugged pushing away a bowl of Nubian star fruits away from her, since they were only tasteful to the people who had Naboo blood running through their veins.

“But they should be more considerate, like, we don’t want to hear everyone constantly talking about how attractive they are,” Leia whined like a young girl, “someone even said how Uncle Obi-wan’s beard was…hot,” at that word, the twins shuddered. The three exited the kitchen and reentered the veranda. 

Luke and Leia slumped in defeat, waving off their father’s concern. Claiming the problem to be out of anyone’s reach unless they knew how to make themselves less attractive, as to which Lux blinked in confusion with his wife promising him that she will explain later.

Satine laughed softly with her husband, patting his hand affectionately.

“Never lose the beard, my darling Obi, never lose it,”

Obi-wan just shook his head, he kissed her cheek and resumed his conversation with his former padawan who gagged along with his spawns he calls offspring. Padme pinched Anakin who rubbed his arm giving her a mock glare.

The two kissed lost in their own passion for a brief moment.

Luke and Leia shook their heads.

No matter what anyone in the galaxy says.

In fact. they refuse to believe it.

After all, who would believe that the Skywalker and Kenobi clans could ever be considered attractive?

Anakin Skywalker, Padme Skywalker, and Obi-wan Kenobi were not hot.

Jayden and Jinn talked with Ahsoka’s son, Corellan, and Obi-wan’s youngest son, Thelis.

Mimi talked with Ahoska’s middle child, Kerria.

Luke and Leia talked with Obi-wan’s eldest son, Zander.

The adults conversed with each other.

All the while, a brunette girl, an auburn haired girl, and a female togruta, decided that today they would become the bestest of friends. Each girl clasped on a necklace that had a single four pointed crystal star.

They would become a trio that the galaxy feared and respected. Just like the galaxy feared their parents during the Clone Wars.

Shiraya Skywalker. 

Saachi Kenobi. 

Scarlett Bonteri.

These names would then become known as the Azul Trio.

They would be known as some of the most powerful Jedi in history.

After all, how could they not be when their parents are Anakin Skywalker, Obi-wan Kenobi, and Ahsoka Tano?

[obxqveens-a]

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫 — early-twenties, kook. much like the cameron family, the butler's have a long history in kildare. emily's father is a wealthy, successful businessman who attended college with ward cameron and her mother runs various charities and is on the board at the local hospital. with wealth and popularity, emily has always had it easy and prefers it that way. she's never been told no a day in her life and has everything at her disposal, including a trail of ex and potential boyfriends. the only person whose every really given her shit is rafe cameron, ward's son. he's been in her life since infancy and they bicker like siblings. fc ; emily alyn lind 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: carl & melissa (parents). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: college student. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: partying, hanging out with friends, being the center of attention, flirting, playing the violin, watching dumb comedies, doom scrolling, making grwm videos. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: small but mighty, persistent, self serving, confidant, vivacious, intuitive, smart, bratty when she doesn't get her way, petty, defiant. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: not getting what she wants, being challenged, losing, pogues and anyone else outside of her social circle. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: pisces.

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𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 — late-teens to early twenties, pogue-kook. daisy was adopted by her parents only months after birth. her biological mother was a drug addict and her father is unknown. she has a seven year old half-sister named poppy who she is very close to. shyness and social anxiety often keeps her from having new experiences and she spends a lot of time alone by choice. very friendly with fellow pogues kie, sarah, john b, and pope even though financially daisy's somewhere between a kook and a pogue herself. she's had a secret crush on jj maybank for years, but has never had the guts to mention it. she battled bulimia throughout middle school and has been in recovery for two years. because of her bouts with depression and body dysmorphia, the road hasn't been easy. she works part time at a local hole in the wall seafood restaurant, the crab shack, and tutors rich kids during the school year. whenever a kook is failing a class - especially the athletes with a lot on the line - the guidance counselor sends them to her, so she is well known among them. it provides supplemental income that she's been saving for college. fc ; kristine froseth 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: mark & julia (adoptive parents), poppy (adoptive younger sister) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: high school student, waitress at the crab shack restaurant, & tutor. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: swimming, surfing, reading, sports, the outdoors. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: book smart, level headed, supportive, a problem solver, inherently kind, empathetic, shy. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: bullying, small talk, violence. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: virgo

𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬: werewolf, poguelandia, arranged marriage

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𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧 — early-twenties, kook. an extremely popular it girl on the island who turns heads when she enters a room. ginny's parents are both involved in local politics and the lawson's are a well known, respecting family in kildare. since middle school, ginny has been modeling and has a strong following as a social media influencer and instagram model. because of the income she's been able to make, ginny maintains a party lifestyle, showing up at every party on the island and traveling with friends. fc ; alisha boe 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: derran & stephanie (parents), one older brother. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: influencer & aspiring model. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: shopping, dj-ing, clubs, parties, hanging out with friends, laying out at the beach, creating content, organizing photoshoots. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: witty, charming, spoiled, a party animal, ambitious, fun, always distracted. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: most pogues, debbie downer's, anyone who tells her no. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: capricorn.

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𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬 — early-twenties, pogue. isabel grew up poor and was looked down on by most of the kids her age, but found a way to turn it into a positive. it motivated her to find something that she loved and make a living out of it. despite her parents wanting her to apply to ivy league schools, isabel decided to go to a four year state college and then to hair school instead. she found a job at a local salon and was able to move out on her own. her life is simple, but she's happy and doesn't need much to feel accomplished. fc ; rachel zegler 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (no preference). 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: marco & pria (parents). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: hair stylist. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: rom-coms & period dramas, coming up with new hair styles, chatting with her clients, cooking, photography, taking long walks on the beach, hiking, swimming, antique shopping, knitting, spending time with her dogs. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: easy to get along with, sweet, approachable, sensitive, strong willed, hard working, loyal, flirtatious. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: bullies, cruelty. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: cancer.

father is a fisherman, mother is a teacher, has three older sisters.

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𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 — late-teens to early-twenties, pogue. raised by a single mother with a new boyfriend every week. nothing was the same from one day to the next and there was zero stability. instead of playing with dolls, katie preferred collecting action figures, reading comic books, and playing outside with the boys. anything to be out of the house and away from the chaos. her interest in cars came from hanging around boys constantly and she learned how to work on engines in cars, boats, motorcycles, you name it. she found solace in being good at something. naturally katie got a job at a mechanic shop in the cut at sixteen, but it didn't come without problems and scrutiny. as a petite blonde that resembled a barbie, her male co-workers and customers found it hard to take her seriously... until she proved them wrong, outdoing the other employees. katie tries to keep to herself and stay out of trouble, but that rarely happens. trouble seems to follow her. fc ; josephine langford 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (male leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: goldie (mother), father unknown. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: mechanic. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: sports, surfing, video games, live music, dive bars, hiking, boating, watching football. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: independent, confident, friendly, adventurous, feisty, resourceful, a tomboy. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being talked down to, disrespect, unwanted flirting. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: aquarius

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𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 — early-twenties, pogue. millie is the oldest daughter of big john and the older sister of john b. she’s known for being a magnet for bad relationships, getting into fights with pogues and kooks, and causing trouble around the island. the local police are very familiar with her. she’s resented big john since her mother left and he wouldn’t allow her to leave with her. millie’s never missed an opportunity to push the man’s buttons. when he disappeared because of the “stupid treasure” (as she calls it) and was presumed dead, she was worried, but didn’t let it show, preferring to bury the complicated feelings deep. instead, she shut john b out and hopped from one person’s bed to the next, steering clear of the chateau and her brother’s judgment. although, she does pop up every once in a while to make home cooked meals or bring by baked goods. she also isn’t above staying at home if john b needs her. generally, millie is very reckless, hair triggered, lost, and has no idea how to take care of herself or navigate adulthood. fc ; talia ryder 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (no preference) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: john b (brother), big john (father), mother unknown. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: retail associate at the country club golf shop; sells handmade jewelry & glass bongs through her etsy store. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: getting high, laying out on the beach, rollerblading, bike riding, swimming, fishing, jogging, partying, video games, horror movies, cooking & baking, getting involved in physical fights if the situation calls for it. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: opinionated, reckless, protective of the people she loves, overly emotional, witty, resilient, loyal, adventurous, creative, artistic 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being told what to do (especially if it's big john), being disrespected, party poopers, mean drunks, routines, cops. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: scorpio.

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𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 — late-teens to early twenties, kook. a vivacious ball of energy, olivia is your typical kook princess. she's a fixture at every social event and extremely popular with more friends than she can count. she tends to fall in line with whatever everyone else in her circle are doing, but isn't a bully or mean spirited. material things have been given to her without question since birth, so getting what she wants is all that she knows. this has made it easy for her to use her looks and social status to her advantage. despite being a spoiled brat & having zero self awareness, she does have a good heart. fc ; madison beer 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (male leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: larry & donna (parents), connor (older brother), nick (older brother), & harrison (older brother). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: high school student 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: dancing, pop music, makeup tutorial & grwm videos, partying, flirting, shopping, hanging out with friends. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: whiney, an airhead, energetic, affectionate, ditzy, overly sensitive, confidant, a romantic. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: when anyone is mean or yells at her, being told no. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: pisces

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𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 — early-twenties, kook. shelby is the youngest daughter of an affluent, image obsessed family with strong ties to the kildare community. her father is a successful entrepreneur and her mother is an attorney. considered a kook because of her financial status and friend group, shelby doesn't have issues with any pogues. nine times out of ten, she's the voice of reason. in high school, she was rafe cameron's on and off (mostly on) again girlfriend and like himself, experimented with drugs, drank heavily, and was the life of every party. their relationship was toxic with lots of break ups and jealousy on both sides. things took an unexpected turn after a party senior year: the couple were in a car accident and shelby ended up in the hospital with a concussion and alcohol poisoning. when her parents found out that rafe had been driving drunk, an irreparable rift formed between the two families. shelby's parents threatened to cut her off financially for good if she didn't go to rehab, break it off with rafe, and clean up her act. with no other choice, she left for rehab after being released from the hospital, sending rafe a goodbye text. since returning to the outer banks, shelby's been trying to stay on the straight and narrow, avoiding rafe and her friend group. this hasn't proven successful and she's since relapsed multiple times, living a double life. instead of applying to colleges, she spends her days lifeguarding at the local beach and country club and partying at night, becoming a stain on her family's name. fc ; danielle campbell 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: richard & claire (parents), harper (older sister) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: lifeguard 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: swimming, surfing, tennis, golf, shopping, partying, bike riding, sailing. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: sweet, non-judgmental, defiant, rebellious, spontaneous, fiery, & passionate. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: authority figures, being controlled. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: scorpio 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬: till death do us part, bonnie & clyde 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: dossier ⋄ threads ⋄ musings ⋄ aesthetic ⋄ desires ⋄ pinterest ⋄ shelby&rafe ⋄ shelby&topper ⋄ shelby&rafe&topper ⋄ shelby&barry ⋄ shelby&rafe&lila

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𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 — early-twenties, pogue. tough as nails with a sharp tongue, dallas is the youngest daughter in a family of criminals. growing up on the cut was never difficult financially for her family only because her father and uncle's started an illegal, underground fight ring before she was born. they made good money with the business and opened a family gym to train fighters (and as a front). dallas works the front desk and keeps her head down, trying to live as normal of a life as possible. fc ; sophie thatcher 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (no preference). 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: vincent & caroline (parents), two older brothers, several uncles, nieces, & nephews. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: front desk clerk at her family's gym. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: video games, 70's punk music, parties, creative writing, poetry, kick boxing, horror movies, hanging out at skate parks. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: easy to annoy, a deep thinker, doesn't speak unless spoken to, friendly once she's comfortable around someone. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: cops. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: scorpio

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐞 '𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢' 𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 — early-twenties, pogue. desi is pope's cousin and much like himself, has always had a lot of bigger goals for herself. she sailed through school and ended up getting into a large university in north carolina. fashion design is her focus and she intends to go to fashion school after graduation. desi is very friendly, a lot of fun to be around, and makes friends wherever she goes. fc ; laura kariuki 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: pansexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: pope heyward (cousin) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: college student & works at a clothing store 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: info. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: outgoing, talkative, fun loving, positive, sweet, a good listener, creative. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: having nothing to do. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: aries

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𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥 — late-teens to early-twenties, pogue-kook. emma is the daughter of a well known pastor in kildare and has grown up in a very religious household. she doesn’t agree with everything that her parents do, but keeps quiet about the conflicting opinions and follows the rules. they’ve shielded her from most normal teenage experiences, so emma is very sheltered and wasn't able to enjoy high school to the fullest. she spends most of her time in youth group, working at the church daycare, and taking college courses online. fc ; olivia scott welch 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: don & kerry (parents), two older sisters, two younger brothers. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: works at a daycare center & runs the church youth group. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: reading, writing in her journal, jogging, sketching, being alone. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: shy, quiet, sympathetic, kind, selfless, understanding, fearful of things she's never experienced, self conscious. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: extroverts, cold weather, flying on planes. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: virgo

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𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 — mid-twenties. kook. harper is the long suffering eldest daughter of richard & claire beckett. she has always been resentful of the attention (negative or positive) her parents have given her sister, shelby, who is the black sheep of the family. harper made straight a's, excelled in academics & sports, was accepted into law school, interns at one of the largest firms in the state, and somehow still feels unloved and less than. her anger towards shelby has caused the sisters' relationship to deteriorate and they're constantly at each other's throats, fc ; victoria pedretti 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (male leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: richard & claire (parents), shelby (younger sister) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: law student 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: board games, working to achieve her goals, being right, competition, one upping everyone around her, period dramas. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: uptight, judgemental, slightly ocd when it comes to cleanliness, stand offish, egotistical, defensive, a know it all. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being challenged, liars. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: virgo

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𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐨 — late-teens, pogue. a pogue from day one, jade grew up running around the cut getting into trouble and lived to raise hell. nothing’s changed much. she spends most of her time cutting class to sell weed to mom’s at the local park or surfers on the beach. she’s become one of the most successful dealers on the island and is a permanent fixture at kook and boneyard parties, able to get along with everyone and throw punches if needed. she’s well known for getting high with pogues and riding around town in her 1970 chevy chevelle. fc ; chase sui wonders 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (female leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: daniel & ali (parents). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: high school student & weed dealer. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: video games, smoking weed, vaping, skateboarding, swimming, partying. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: a stoner, silly, passive aggressive, a trouble maker, easy going, friendly. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: the cops. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: sagittarius

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𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞 — mid-forties, pogue. val has been a pogue her entire life, living on the fringes of town. her parents never paid much attention to her and she spent her childhood at the beach, riding her bike through town, and getting in trouble with friends. nowadays she mostly keeps to herself and puts all her energy into running the crab shack, a local seafood restaurant. it's one of the only things she's ever fully committed to or been good at. in her twenties, she had a tumultuous relationship with luke maybank that quickly turned abusive. when val got pregnant, she panicked about raising a baby alone and reluctantly tried to make the relationship work. the abuse continued and her alcoholism became so severe that she left in the middle of the night, leaving a letter. a one year old jj was left behind to be raised by his father and val left town. after getting sober and staying that way for several years, she returned and worked towards opening up her own restaurant. not wanting to disrupt jj's life, she and luke agreed to not tell him who she was. fc ; amy adams 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: jj maybank (biological son) note: unless discussed prior to threads, val & luke are the only people who know that jj is her son. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: owner of the crab shack restaurant 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: arcades, the ocean, aquariums, reading about marine life, watching nature documentaries, being alone. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: rough around the edges, direct, quiet but speaks up when necessary, tough, protective, resilient, self loathing, & secretive. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: most kooks, mistreatment of animals, small children, obnoxious customers. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: capricorn

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𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 — five to nine, kook. fc ; violet mcgraw write exclusively with @soughtserenity & @obxland's rafe cameron 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: rafe cameron (father), shelby beckett-cameron (mother), ward cameron (grandfather), rose cameron (grandmother), sarah cameron (aunt), wheezie cameron (aunt) 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: anything barbie themed, board games, playing with stuffed animals, ballet, ice cream, the ocean, aquariums, hanging out with her parents and her friends. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: friendly, curious, demanding, talkative, empathetic. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: green food, spiders, sharks, scary movies. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: aries

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𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 — eight to ten, kook-pogue. poppy was adopted by the pierce family three years after her older sister, daisy. she was given up by her parents at birth, but has never been told why. aside from abandonment issues, poppy is well adjusted and very close with her parents and daisy who she's very attached too (some would say too much so). she can usually be found running around in the woods with friends or wandering off somewhere she's not supposed to be. fc ; ariana greenblatt write exclusively with @soughtserenity & @obxland's muses 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: mark & julia (adoptive parents), daisy (adoptive older sister) 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: surfing, soccer, swimming, riding horses, video games. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: chaotic, loud, obnoxious, annoying, precocious, nosey, always hungry. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being ignored, feeling abandoned, the dark, rafe cameron. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: leo

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𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨-𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 — mid to late-twenties, kook. fc ; shay mitchell write exclusively with @soughtserenity's topper thornton 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: topper thornton (husband), dante & esmeralda (parents), two older sisters, one younger brother, several nieces & nephews 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: nursing resident. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: making her patients smile, getting her nails done, shopping, reality television (love island, esp.), laying out at the beach, gossiping with her girlfriends or topper, traveling, swimming, tennis, & golf. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: high energy, sweet, indecisive, thoughtful, a romantic at heart. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: negativity. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: cancer.

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[jackhkeynes]

quiðeyar "exhaust"

quiðeyar /ˌkwi.ðiˈjar/ [ˌkwiðˈjɐː]

exhaust, tire, frazzle, (as of work) to be physically gruelling;

tax, challenge, to be difficult to accomplish

Etymology: the descendant of Old Borlish quiðeȝar "sicken, nauseate; unsettle, rattle, unnerve", derived from dialectal quið "belly, stomach, intestines". This is a borrowing from Old English cwiþ "womb; stomach". The shift in meaning from disgust or emotional disturbance towards hard work is complete by the eighteenth century (although related forms in rural dialects retain some earlier senses).

Caye l'oç flaðr derran uncos quiðeyant. /kɛˈje lɔts flaðr̩ dɛˈran ɪnˈkɔz ˌkwi.ðiˈjant/ [kɪˈʝe lɔs ˈfla.ðɐ dɪˈʀan ɪŋˈkɔz ˌkwiðˈjant] fall-ipf df=s.dt climb last sth tire-p.prsɪ That last climb was gruelling.

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Character Spotlight: Harry Kim

By Ames

This week’s character spotlight shines on the Voyager’s favorite forever-ensign, Harry Kim, who lord knows has done enough throughout the show to warrant enough promotions to rival Janeway and yet who wallows away with his single pip for the entirety. But your hosts here at A Star to Steer Her By know enough to appreciate all that the little clarinet dork does for us.

Harry’s another consistently solid character, like Chakotay, who really only gets a couple episodes to stand out in, but we love him anyway. He suffers nearly as much as O’Brien, he gets shot down fewer times than only Worf, and he’s lousy with women in ways La Forge could understand. So grab some good seats for this Harry Kim and the Kimtones concert as you scroll on below and/or listen in on this week’s podcast episode (toot over to 1:13:23). Your promotion time will surely come.

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Best moments

We’ve got to go back, Tommy! Back to the Voyager! Harry’s got the strange opportunity in “Non Sequitur” to stay in a parallel universe in which he’s not trapped in the Delta Quadrant fighting for his life every week, but he opts to correct the timeline and go back, allowing Tom to get his chance at redemption and getting his friend Danny Byrd into the correct life. Or maybe he just wanted to get away from Libby that badly.

Weird is part of the job As Chris wrote about in his Harry Kim fanfic, the ensign also has the unusual distinction of being the only character (other than baby Naomi) to technically be from a different timeline. When his Voyager is under attack by those damn Vidiians again in “Deadlock,” Kim saves the infant from imminent danger, and gets to have an identity crisis about it for the rest of his life.

There’s nothing to fear except clowns themselves Some-freaking-how, Ensign Kim is able to keep his [remote] cool throughout “The Thaw” while that psychotic clown is torturing him and trying to literally frighten him to death. Harry spends much of the episode standing up courageously against an exemplary performance from Michael McKean and his band of Cirque du Soleil performers until he’s finally rescued.

This man is my friend. Nobody touches him! We gave some great props to Paris for how much he worked with Kim to escape from the prison ship in “The Chute,” but the real hero of the episode is Kim. When Paris has been incapacitated by a nasty stab wound, Harry fends off tons of prisoners who are vying for Paris’s belongings, and he keeps his friend alive even while being driven mad by the clamp.

Go ahead, make the call Somehow, most of these moments have been “Harry stands up to the powerful figure of the week who has captured him,” and it’s no different in “The Killing Game” when he’s covertly working against his Hirogen guards without them noticing. Right in front of them, no less. Maybe we just like when quiet, unassuming Harry proves that he’s got that Voyager chutzpah.

Somebody has got to knuckle down and change history, and that somebody is you There’s something about brooding Harry in “Timeless.” Not only is it some great acting work from Garrett Wang, but we also get to see what happens when Harry pushes himself too far. Wracked by years of guilt, he finally seizes the opportunity to save the Voyager from a past mistake and break the Temporal Prime Directive – although no more than Janeway on a given Tuesday.

Hook, line, and sinker Much of Voyager is steeped in technobabble from all of the science-conscious characters, and occasionally we get to see Harry pull some scientific knowhow out of his ass. In “Dark Frontier,” the episode opens with Harry beaming a bomb onto a Borg vessel like a badass and blowing them to smithereens before they could even say “You will be assimilated.”

Infected with a disease called love We gave Janeway some flak for treating Harry like a little baby for getting busy with an alien in “The Disease,” but ya know what: we really liked him and Derran Tal together! The whole episode long, we’re led to surmise that something shady is going down with her and the Varro, but it turns out Harry is just willing to make a go of it with someone he fancies, and that’s nice.

When taken captive by a hostile force, seek out any opportunity to engage the assailant Kirk may be the king at talking machines into killing themselves, but Kim does it with such panache in “Warhead.” He’s so willing to empathize with and communicate with the homicidal warhead that I still contend this should have been a Chakotay episode. But since it’s Harry that does it, you’ve got to give him credit for convincing the missile not to kill its enemy after all.

How do you feel about going for a little walk? When Harry eludes capture by Borg in “Collective,” he uses some smarts and strategy to communicate with the Voyager from the Delta Flyer and devise a plan. Particularly cute is his use of playing cards to mark his trail through the labyrinthine Borg vessel. Sure, Mezoti finds him out and captures him, but that’s just because Mezoti is the best.

Own the day We’ll go on in the next section about some lousy relationships Kim finds himself in, but we’ve got to hand it to him: he and Lyndsay Ballard were super sweet together in “Ashes to Ashes.” Ballard is going through a pretty substantial identity crisis after returning from the dead (something Harry knows a lot about!) and Harry is there to be supportive without pressuring her.

Big Willy Energy We really couldn’t help but include this one. We also learn in “Ashes to Ashes” that Harry has moved on from the clarinet to the saxophone. Ya know, to emulate the vibes of a certain saxophone-playing president. We get a glimpse of him practicing in “Lineage” and we’ve got to admit: Harry Kim is just so cool. He should have gotten promoted for this alone!

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Worst moments

Didn’t they warn you about Ferengi at the Academy? It’d be too obvious to say that Harry Kim nearly got swindled by Quark during his very first scene in “Caretaker,” but the way he does it is the most Harry Kim moment of the whole show. Our sweet summer child, fresh from the Academy, first tries to avoid getting swindled but offends Quark in doing so, and basically swindles himself until Paris swoops in and rights the situation.

Something about it reminds me of being in the womb This is just an offhand remark from Harry, but it’s so strange that it’s sat with us all this time. Harry claims in “The Cloud” that he remembers being in the womb, and wearing his mask to bed at night reminds him of this. Not a womblike allegory, mind you. The literal memory of his existence pre-birth. You’re a weird guy, Harry. Good luck ever living this down.

This is my only chance to get home The leap of logic when Harry decides to get himself killed in “Emanations” and get resurrected right away on the Voyager is one only the most desperate man would take. There is so little reason for him to think this literally suicidal plan will work except that he’s got to hope for the best. In doing so, Harry becomes the first (but not the last) crewmember to die and come back.

I want to eliminate emotions, like Vulcans do So it’s not the worst moment for Harry to fall in love with a hologram in “Alter Ego.” Everyone else does it all the time. It’s that he’s managed to sink into the delusion so far that he determines to purge himself of emotions with Tuvok’s help. Overreact much, Harry? To him, Morena’s just a hologram girl, and he’s even more obsessed with her than Janeway is of Michael Sullivan!

I still say you should have kept some of those spots Even after the rest of the show unfolded, I’m left unsure what to make of “Favorite Son.” It’s yet another example of how Harry seems to have no clue what to do with himself when around pretty girls (more on that in a moment). The Taresians trick him so easily into joining their cultish society just by promising lots of sex with pretty ladies, and that’s all it takes. You poor naive thing.

Imagine having Tom for a father-in-law I’ve been outvoted by the other SSHB hosts who think it’s squicky for Harry from “Before and After” to marry Kes’s and Tom’s daughter Linnis (who seems like a catch!). I guess it can be considered some kind of uncomfortable grooming because he would have basically watched her grow up since she’s part Ocampan, but can we really put that on sweet, innocent Harry?

Then you wish to copulate? The other really hormonal behavior we get out of Harry is any time he’s in Seven’s company. In “Revulsion,” it’s downright uncomfortable to watch their interactions because he doesn’t know how to act around his crush, and then the writers have to sexually charge the B-plot by having Seven offer to bang him, merely to titillate the viewers and for no other good reason. Ugh.

They trusted me, and I killed them! While we do like Harry in “Timeless,” and the episode itself is a clever use of time travel, you’ve got to put some blame on Harry for causing the catastrophe he goes back to fix in the first place. And what’s worse, he does it again and still can’t save the Voyager from the slipstream accident even after years of trying to get the equation solved!

If we succeed, those charges will never have existed in the first place One more moment from the “Timeless” since it’s probably got the most Harry action in all of Voyager (and we just love his tortured-soul look). But frankly, sacrificing a whole timeline full of people going about their lives just to save your friends is selfish. And on this show, the only person who gets to do that is Janeway! Captain Braxton was right all along!

You’re looking at your new co-pilot Okay so this moment is mostly an excuse to show off the Delta Flyer uniforms from “Drive” that we love so much. But also, it’s another example of Harry being led around by his boner again! This man is so blinded whenever there’s a sexy lady in the room, and he jumps at the chance to join Irina’s race team even when it nearly gets him killed in a terrorist attack.

I believe you’re the one who’s been relieved Boy, does this episode do Harry dirty. If you were ever upset that Harry never gets promoted during the course of the show, “Nightingale” shows you why. This poor guy just doesn’t know how to lead. The moment he takes command of the Nightingale, he turns into a micromanaging asshole and the whole crew mutinies immediately. No wonder Kim is a Forever Ensign.

Maybe all those command subroutines are compromising your medical abilities Both Harry Kim and the Emergency Medical Hologram – excuse me, Emergency Command Hologram – are out of character throughout all of “Workforce.” The ECH is so desperate to show off his command skills and Harry is just as desperate to one-up him every time that their whole subplot becomes a dick-measuring contest that no one’s going to win. Ew.

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And that’s it for our saxophone solo this week. Harry’s just so cool, guys. And we’ve got more cool guys to talk about in the coming weeks, so make sure you’re following along here, keeping up with our watchthrough of Enterprise over on SoundCloud or wherever you podcast, practice some scales over on Facebook and Twitter, and never think about the fact that you’re actually from a parallel universe. Oh the identity crisis of it all!

[ooops-i-arted]

One last art for 2023, featuring Derran Kanis, my Jedi OC.

When I made her at 12, I dreamed of one day writing an EU novel for Star Wars. Now I get to write a bunch of fanfiction in the Star Wars universe and share it with y'all. So I guess I got my wish after all (without dealing with official copyright law or Lucasfilm/Disney lol). This was definitely not my most creative year but I am hoping 2024 will give me more opportunities to get back into it.

[nix-writes-mcyt]

For His Viewing Pleasure

Drabble Budbs x reader Contains: No implied relationship, angst, Yandere typical behaviour, manipulation, posessive behaviour, kidnapping. Unspecified Hybrid!reader

Read at your own discretion and remember that this is not a healthy relationship and should not be seen as one! _______________________________________

The night was dark, as always when it was allowed. Night didn't often come around with Bdubs around.

You love the night, the blanket it gives you. It allows you to show your true form, to its full extent. It's been a while since you've been able to, you don't tend to show it in the day. You don't want the attention.

You pass under the Tree of Whimsy, marveling at its beauty in the night. The bark glows under the moonlight, stars can be seen twinkling between the leaves of the canopy. It's a beautiful tree which you're grateful to see on a daily basis, and especially tonight.

You reach out a hand to touch the bark, when a weight from above causes you to fall to the ground. A net. You struggle to get out of it, you hadn't realised there was a net. You've never seen one in the tree before.

Hearing footsteps you look the best you can in that direction, two large eyes shining in the dark. "Bdubs!" You exclaim, "help me out of this will you?"

He lets out a laugh. "But I just caught you. Letting you out now defeats the point." Your heart thunders in your chest as his words sink in. This was a trap.

"See, you've figured it out all on your own. So clever and so beautiful a creature you are. A fitting gift for my King." "Gift? For the king? What do you think I am?" You struggle more with the net, ultimately becoming more tangled with it the more you try escape.

"I think you're stunning and will be a great addition to the castle. I'll make sure to look after you, don't worry." His smile scares you.

"I don't need you to look after me, I need you to let me out. Bdubs, please." He kneels in front of you, allowing you to better see the derraned look on his face.

"Nuh uh. You're mine now, you'll be displayed in the Crastle for the King, but you'll still be mine really." He throws a splash potion on the ground, it covering you. Then he pulls the net from you with a bit of work.

You want to run but you can't, body weak. He chugs a potion of his own, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you up.

It's obvious he's taken a strength potion on top of the weakness he's given you. Otherwise you could have escaped.

But you can't. You try and try all the way to the Crastle but you can't shake the feeling of your body being heavy.

He takes you in a back entrance, making sure you enter every door first just to be safe, and locking each one behind him. With each one you feel more and more mentally weighed down.

"Welcome to your new home!" He beams with excitement, showing you a decent sized bedroom, fully furnished with things you'd find in your own house. No, these are your things. These are your belongings from your house.

"I brought all the important things over here for you. And don't worry there are other rooms. That door leads to your own bathroom, that one to my bedroom, and this third door leads to where you'll be spending most of your time. Go on, take a look."  He opens the door for you, knowing you don't have the strength to open it yourself.

You walk out into the thin room, it has a high ceiling and a small raised area in the center. You walk slowly through, noticing the grand paintings on the wall. Then you see the other wall. Tinted glass.

You can barely see through it, after all it's designed so people can see in, not out. But you can see enough to know what that room is. The throne room. Directly in line with the throne is the raised area.

"That's where you stand." Bdubs says, demonstrating. You shake your head, backing back into the bedroom.

"You'll learn to love it, I know you will. A creature as stunning as you deserves to be seen." He follows you back into the other room, eyes on you as you walk over to the small barred window.

"You can't keep me locked in here, I'm not a zoo attraction." Your words are through gritted teeth, full of anger and frustration. You whip around, Bdubs immediately throwing another splash potion at you.

"Oh but I can, Y/n. And I will. You're never leaving this Crastle again. You are mine." With that he slinks through the door to his own room, the lock clicking once he's gone.

You stare long after he's gone, realising quickly there are potions being dispensed into the room right as your existing effect begins to run out.

As the room begins to light up with the rising of the sun you hide your true form. Maybe if you just don't show it he'll let you go, right? Maybe this is all a bad dream. You just hope you wake up soon.

[persephinae]

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muse list.

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫 — early-twenties, kook. much like the cameron family, the butler's have a long history in kildare. emily's father is a wealthy, successful businessman who attended college with ward cameron and her mother runs various charities and is on the board at the local hospital. with wealth and popularity, emily has always had it easy and prefers it that way. she's never been told no a day in her life and has everything at her disposal, including a trail of ex and potential boyfriends. the only person whose every really given her shit is rafe cameron, ward's son. he's been in her life since infancy and they bicker like siblings. fc ; emily alyn lind 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: carl & melissa (parents). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: college student. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: partying, hanging out with friends, being the center of attention, flirting, playing the violin, watching dumb comedies, doom scrolling, making grwm videos. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: small but mighty, persistent, self serving, confidant, vivacious, intuitive, smart, bratty when she doesn't get her way, petty, defiant. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: not getting what she wants, being challenged, losing, pogues and anyone else outside of her social circle. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: pisces.

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𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 — late-teens to early twenties, pogue-kook. daisy was adopted by her parents only months after birth. her biological mother was a drug addict and her father is unknown. she has a seven year old half-sister named poppy who she is very close to. shyness and social anxiety often keeps her from having new experiences and she spends a lot of time alone by choice. very friendly with fellow pogues kie, sarah, john b, and pope even though financially daisy's somewhere between a kook and a pogue herself. she's had a secret crush on jj maybank for years, but has never had the guts to mention it. she battled bulimia throughout middle school and has been in recovery for two years. because of her bouts with depression and body dysmorphia, the road hasn't been easy. she works part time at a local hole in the wall seafood restaurant, the crab shack, and tutors rich kids during the school year. whenever a kook is failing a class - especially the athletes with a lot on the line - the guidance counselor sends them to her, so she is well known among them. it provides supplemental income that she's been saving for college. fc ; kristine froseth 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: mark & julia (adoptive parents), poppy (adoptive younger sister) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: high school student, waitress at the crab shack restaurant, & tutor. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: swimming, surfing, reading, sports, the outdoors. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: book smart, level headed, supportive, a problem solver, inherently kind, empathetic, shy. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: bullying, small talk, violence. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: virgo

𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬: werewolf, poguelandia, arranged marriage

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𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧 — early-twenties, kook. an extremely popular it girl on the island who turns heads when she enters a room. ginny's parents are both involved in local politics and the lawson's are a well known, respecting family in kildare. since middle school, ginny has been modeling and has a strong following as a social media influencer and instagram model. because of the income she's been able to make, ginny maintains a party lifestyle, showing up at every party on the island and traveling with friends. fc ; alisha boe 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: derran & stephanie (parents), one older brother. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: influencer & aspiring model. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: shopping, dj-ing, clubs, parties, hanging out with friends, laying out at the beach, creating content, organizing photoshoots. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: witty, charming, spoiled, a party animal, ambitious, fun, always distracted. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: most pogues, debbie downer's, anyone who tells her no. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: capricorn.

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𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐚𝐬 — early-twenties, pogue. isabel grew up poor and was looked down on by most of the kids her age, but found a way to turn it into a positive. it motivated her to find something that she loved and make a living out of it. despite her parents wanting her to apply to ivy league schools, isabel decided to go to a four year state college and then to hair school instead. she found a job at a local salon and was able to move out on her own. her life is simple, but she's happy and doesn't need much to feel accomplished. fc ; rachel zegler 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (no preference). 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: marco & pria (parents). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: hair stylist. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: rom-coms & period dramas, coming up with new hair styles, chatting with her clients, cooking, photography, taking long walks on the beach, hiking, swimming, antique shopping, knitting, spending time with her dogs. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: easy to get along with, sweet, approachable, sensitive, strong willed, hard working, loyal, flirtatious. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: bullies, cruelty. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: cancer.

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𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 — late-teens to early-twenties, pogue. raised by a single mother with a new boyfriend every week. nothing was the same from one day to the next and there was zero stability. instead of playing with dolls, katie preferred collecting action figures, reading comic books, and playing outside with the boys. anything to be out of the house and away from the chaos. her interest in cars came from hanging around boys constantly and she learned how to work on engines in cars, boats, motorcycles, you name it. she found solace in being good at something. naturally katie got a job at a mechanic shop in the cut at sixteen, but it didn't come without problems and scrutiny. as a petite blonde that resembled a barbie, her male co-workers and customers found it hard to take her seriously... until she proved them wrong, outdoing the other employees. katie tries to keep to herself and stay out of trouble, but that rarely happens. trouble seems to follow her. fc ; josephine langford 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (male leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: goldie (mother), father unknown. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: mechanic. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: sports, surfing, video games, live music, dive bars, hiking, boating, watching football. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: independent, confident, friendly, adventurous, feisty, resourceful, a tomboy. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being talked down to, disrespect, unwanted flirting. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: aquarius

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𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 — early-twenties, pogue. millie is the oldest daughter of big john and the older sister of john b. she’s known for being a magnet for bad relationships, getting into fights with pogues and kooks, and causing trouble around the island. the local police are very familiar with her. she’s resented big john since her mother left and he wouldn’t allow her to leave with her. millie’s never missed an opportunity to push the man’s buttons. when he disappeared because of the “stupid treasure” (as she calls it) and was presumed dead, she was worried, but didn’t let it show, preferring to bury the complicated feelings deep. instead, she shut john b out and hopped from one person’s bed to the next, steering clear of the chateau and her brother’s judgment. although, she does pop up every once in a while to make home cooked meals or bring by baked goods. she also isn’t above staying at home if john b needs her. generally, millie is very reckless, hair triggered, lost, and has no idea how to take care of herself or navigate adulthood. fc ; talia ryder 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (no preference) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: john b (brother), big john (father), mother unknown. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: retail associate at the country club golf shop; sells handmade jewelry & glass bongs through her etsy store. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: getting high, laying out on the beach, rollerblading, bike riding, swimming, fishing, jogging, partying, video games, horror movies, cooking & baking, getting involved in physical fights if the situation calls for it. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: opinionated, reckless, protective of the people she loves, overly emotional, witty, resilient, loyal, adventurous, creative, artistic 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being told what to do (especially if it's big john), being disrespected, party poopers, mean drunks, routines, cops. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: scorpio.

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𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 — late-teens to early twenties, kook. a vivacious ball of energy, olivia is your typical kook princess. she's a fixture at every social event and extremely popular with more friends than she can count. she tends to fall in line with whatever everyone else in her circle are doing, but isn't a bully or mean spirited. material things have been given to her without question since birth, so getting what she wants is all that she knows. this has made it easy for her to use her looks and social status to her advantage. despite being a spoiled brat & having zero self awareness, she does have a good heart. fc ; madison beer 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (male leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: larry & donna (parents), connor (older brother), nick (older brother), & harrison (older brother). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: high school student 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: dancing, pop music, makeup tutorial & grwm videos, partying, flirting, shopping, hanging out with friends. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: whiney, an airhead, energetic, affectionate, ditzy, overly sensitive, confidant, a romantic. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: when anyone is mean or yells at her, being told no. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: pisces

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𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 — early-twenties, kook. shelby is the youngest daughter of an affluent, image obsessed family with strong ties to the kildare community. her father is a successful entrepreneur and her mother is an attorney. considered a kook because of her financial status and friend group, shelby doesn't have issues with any pogues. nine times out of ten, she's the voice of reason. in high school, she was rafe cameron's on and off (mostly on) again girlfriend and like himself, experimented with drugs, drank heavily, and was the life of every party. their relationship was toxic with lots of break ups and jealousy on both sides. things took an unexpected turn after a party senior year: the couple were in a car accident and shelby ended up in the hospital with a concussion and alcohol poisoning. when her parents found out that rafe had been driving drunk, an irreparable rift formed between the two families. shelby's parents threatened to cut her off financially for good if she didn't go to rehab, break it off with rafe, and clean up her act. with no other choice, she left for rehab after being released from the hospital, sending rafe a goodbye text. since returning to the outer banks, shelby's been trying to stay on the straight and narrow, avoiding rafe and her friend group. this hasn't proven successful and she's since relapsed multiple times, living a double life. instead of applying to colleges, she spends her days lifeguarding at the local beach and country club and partying at night, becoming a stain on her family's name. fc ; danielle campbell 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: richard & claire (parents), harper (older sister) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: lifeguard 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: swimming, surfing, tennis, golf, shopping, partying, bike riding, sailing. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: sweet, non-judgmental, defiant, rebellious, spontaneous, fiery, & passionate. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: authority figures, being controlled. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: scorpio

𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬: till death do us part, bonnie & clyde

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𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 — early-twenties, pogue. tough as nails with a sharp tongue, dallas is the youngest daughter in a family of criminals. growing up on the cut was never difficult financially for her family only because her father and uncle's started an illegal, underground fight ring before she was born. they made good money with the business and opened a family gym to train fighters (and as a front). dallas works the front desk and keeps her head down, trying to live as normal of a life as possible. fc ; sophie thatcher 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (no preference). 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: vincent & caroline (parents), two older brothers, several uncles, nieces, & nephews. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: front desk clerk at her family's gym. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: video games, 70's punk music, parties, creative writing, poetry, kick boxing, horror movies, hanging out at skate parks. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: easy to annoy, a deep thinker, doesn't speak unless spoken to, friendly once she's comfortable around someone. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: cops. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: scorpio

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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐞 '𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢' 𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 — early-twenties, pogue. desi is pope's cousin and much like himself, has always had a lot of bigger goals for herself. she sailed through school and ended up getting into a large university in north carolina. fashion design is her focus and she intends to go to fashion school after graduation. desi is very friendly, a lot of fun to be around, and makes friends wherever she goes. fc ; laura kariuki 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: pansexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: pope heyward (cousin) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: college student & works at a clothing store 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: info. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: outgoing, talkative, fun loving, positive, sweet, a good listener, creative. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: having nothing to do. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: aries

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𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥 — late-teens to early-twenties, pogue-kook. emma is the daughter of a well known pastor in kildare and has grown up in a very religious household. she doesn’t agree with everything that her parents do, but keeps quiet about the conflicting opinions and follows the rules. they’ve shielded her from most normal teenage experiences, so emma is very sheltered and wasn't able to enjoy high school to the fullest. she spends most of her time in youth group, working at the church daycare, and taking college courses online. fc ; olivia scott welch 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: don & kerry (parents), two older sisters, two younger brothers. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: works at a daycare center & runs the church youth group. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: reading, writing in her journal, jogging, sketching, being alone. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: shy, quiet, sympathetic, kind, selfless, understanding, fearful of things she's never experienced, self conscious. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: extroverts, cold weather, flying on planes. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: virgo

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𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐭 — mid-twenties. kook. harper is the long suffering eldest daughter of richard & claire beckett. she has always been resentful of the attention (negative or positive) her parents have given her sister, shelby, who is the black sheep of the family. harper made straight a's, excelled in academics & sports, was accepted into law school, interns at one of the largest firms in the state, and somehow still feels unloved and less than. her anger towards shelby has caused the sisters' relationship to deteriorate and they're constantly at each other's throats, fc ; victoria pedretti 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (male leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: richard & claire (parents), shelby (younger sister) 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: law student 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: board games, working to achieve her goals, being right, competition, one upping everyone around her, period dramas. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: uptight, judgemental, slightly ocd when it comes to cleanliness, stand offish, egotistical, defensive, a know it all. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being challenged, liars. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: virgo

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𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐨 — late-teens, pogue. a pogue from day one, jade grew up running around the cut getting into trouble and lived to raise hell. nothing’s changed much. she spends most of her time cutting class to sell weed to mom’s at the local park or surfers on the beach. she’s become one of the most successful dealers on the island and is a permanent fixture at kook and boneyard parties, able to get along with everyone and throw punches if needed. she’s well known for getting high with pogues and riding around town in her 1970 chevy chevelle. fc ; chase sui wonders 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: bisexual (female leaning) 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: daniel & ali (parents). 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: high school student & weed dealer. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: video games, smoking weed, vaping, skateboarding, swimming, partying. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: a stoner, silly, passive aggressive, a trouble maker, easy going, friendly. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: the cops. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: sagittarius

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𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞 — mid-forties, pogue. val has been a pogue her entire life, living on the fringes of town. her parents never paid much attention to her and she spent her childhood at the beach, riding her bike through town, and getting in trouble with friends. nowadays she mostly keeps to herself and puts all her energy into running the crab shack, a local seafood restaurant. it's one of the only things she's ever fully committed to or been good at. in her twenties, she had a tumultuous relationship with luke maybank that quickly turned abusive. when val got pregnant, she panicked about raising a baby alone and reluctantly tried to make the relationship work. the abuse continued and her alcoholism became so severe that she left in the middle of the night, leaving a letter. a one year old jj was left behind to be raised by his father and val left town. after getting sober and staying that way for several years, she returned and worked towards opening up her own restaurant. not wanting to disrupt jj's life, she and luke agreed to not tell him who she was. fc ; amy adams 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: jj maybank (biological son) note: unless discussed prior to threads, val & luke are the only people who know that jj is her son. 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: owner of the crab shack restaurant 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: arcades, the ocean, aquariums, reading about marine life, watching nature documentaries, being alone. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: rough around the edges, direct, quiet but speaks up when necessary, tough, protective, resilient, self loathing, & secretive. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: most kooks, mistreatment of animals, small children, obnoxious customers. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: capricorn

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𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 — five to nine, kook. fc ; violet mcgraw write exclusively with @soughtserenity & @obxland's rafe cameron 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: rafe cameron (father), shelby beckett-cameron (mother), ward cameron (grandfather), rose cameron (grandmother), sarah cameron (aunt), wheezie cameron (aunt) 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: anything barbie themed, board games, playing with stuffed animals, ballet, ice cream, the ocean, aquariums, hanging out with her parents and her friends. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: friendly, curious, demanding, talkative, empathetic. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: green food, spiders, sharks, scary movies. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: aries

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𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 — eight to ten, kook-pogue. poppy was adopted by the pierce family three years after her older sister, daisy. she was given up by her parents at birth, but has never been told why. aside from abandonment issues, poppy is well adjusted and very close with her parents and daisy who she's very attached too (some would say too much so). she can usually be found running around in the woods with friends or wandering off somewhere she's not supposed to be. fc ; ariana greenblatt write exclusively with @soughtserenity & @obxland's muses 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: mark & julia (adoptive parents), daisy (adoptive older sister) 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: surfing, soccer, swimming, riding horses, video games. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: chaotic, loud, obnoxious, annoying, precocious, nosey, always hungry. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: being ignored, feeling abandoned, the dark, rafe cameron. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: leo

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𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨-𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧 — mid to late-twenties, kook. fc ; shay mitchell write exclusively with @soughtserenity's topper thornton 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: heterosexual. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: topper thornton (husband), dante & esmeralda (parents), two older sisters, one younger brother, several nieces & nephews 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: nursing resident. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬: making her patients smile, getting her nails done, shopping, reality television (love island, esp.), laying out at the beach, gossiping with her girlfriends or topper, traveling, swimming, tennis, & golf. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬: high energy, sweet, indecisive, thoughtful, a romantic at heart. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: negativity. 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧: cancer.

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LotR OCs (mains are Lailuva, Helwynn, and Mahtarnis)

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How easy is it to earn their trust?

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

What animal do they fear most?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

What makes their stomach turn?

Are they easily embarrassed?

What embarrasses them?

What is their favorite number?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Why do they get up in the morning? 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

 What causes them to feel dread? 

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

 Who are they the most glad to have met? 

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

 Could they be considered lazy? 

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

How do they feel about children? 

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?