#i'll be your joan of arc ; family

[lovcdrivc]

CORRINE JACKSON the wheel of fortune : corrine jackson ; everything avenging angel : it rains in hell and angels could be bad ; music no i will never be the faithless one ; headcanons my hand is on her wing ; aesthetics fire in my lungs can't bite the devil on my tongue ; visage just know that if you hide it doesn't go away ; fashion show me what i can't see when the spark in my eyes is gone ; interests my life was a storm since I was born ; memes i've been writing out a list of demands ; wanted i'll be your joan of arc ; family you took my heart and you took my pride away ; starters she attacks me like a leo ; interactions

VERSES under construction

CONNECTIONS under construction

[novankenn]

Joan & Jean... Double Trouble

(Sequel to "Innocent Angel... Not a Chance!" and "Joan Arc and the BunnyGirls...")

It had been two days since the last "sleepover" and with Joan absent from Beacon to visit family... Weiss and Pyrrha were getting a desperately needed break. Even though the pair of young women still moved about Beacon with slight limps.

Weiss: I can't believe she can go that long?

Pyrrha: I know... I know... I seriously think you're right.

Weiss: Right about?

Pyrrha: Her wearing us out and breaking us... if Joan goes past cuddles for a long week-end... I don't think I would survive.

Weiss: Like I would? Just be happy she's only one girl...

Pyrrha: A girl we both want to be with.

Weiss: And have been with...

Their scrolls both chimed in a unique way, giving an instant indication of who was messaging them.

Pyrrha: Joan?

Weiss: I thought she'd be gone for another day or two?

Deciding to just use one scroll, Weiss pulled out hers and activated the messaging application.

Joan(Jaune): Hey, just letting you know I'm back. I missed you so much, even if it was only for a couple of days... ❤️💕❤️

Joan(Jaune): So because I missed you so much... I asked for a favor from Aunt Glynda... ❤️💕❤️

Weiss: Wait Joan and Professor Goodwitch are related?

Pyrrha: Well there is a sort of family resemblance... maybe on his mother's side?

Joan(Jaune): So I've a surprise for you my love bunnies... ❤️💕❤️

Pyrrha: She does like those Heart Emojis doesn't she?

Weiss: It suits her... but I wonder what the surprise is?

Joan(Jaune): So if you come to classroom 412B I'll give you your surprise... love you... don't keep us waiting... ❤️💕❤️

Weiss: Us?

Pyrrha: Typo?

Weiss: Probably. So should we? Because we are still... recovering from our last rendezvous...

Pyrrha: We are... but this is Joan... and you know we can't stop.

Weiss just nodded her agreement and the pair moved off, still with slight limps towards the indicated classroom. They found it, obviously on the fourth floor hence the 4XX number, but also towards the rear of the school. Perfectly set for a solid amount of privacy. Pushing open the door, Weiss steps inside with Pyrrha following close behind.

Joan(Jaune): You made it! I was so worried!

Pyrrha/Weiss: Joan?

Joan(Jaune): Oh introductions! Pyrrha. Weiss. This is my twin sister Jean. She's been raving about meeting you ever since I showed her the bunny suit pics!

Pyrrha/Weiss: YOU SHOWED THOSE TO SOMEONE?!? WHY????

Jean: They are adorable! Are you sure they're up for this?

Pyrrha/Weiss: Huh? Up for...

Joan(Jaune): Of course my sweet bunnies are up for this... how else can I prove they are just perfect for me but by sharing them with you!

Pyrrha/Weiss: Say what now?

Jean: Shall we get started?

Joan(Jaune): Of course...

Weiss: Is it bad that I'm scared... but...

Pyrrha: You want to stay? No... no it's not.

Pyrrha reaches behind herself and locks the door.

[thethistlegirl]

Character Playlists Masterpost

So I have a thing whenever I get into a new fandom about finding songs that match the characters. I have...a few different current ones, as might be rather evident, so I'm going to make a list of songs I associate with the characters! If I've made an edit already associated with that song I'll link it to the song title. And this is going to get YouTube playlists made specifically for each one (Right now they're all jumbled in one big playlist called 'Write Things Heather', yes I am passive aggressive to myself in playlist naming) that I'll link to the character name!

Bill Cage (Edge of Tomorrow):

How Far We’ve Come - Matchbox Twenty

I Melt With You - Modern English

Must Have Done Something Right - Relient K

Joan of Arc - Arcade Fire

Love Don’t Die - The Fray

Sugar You - Oh Honey

The Proof of Your Love - For King and Country

Star Sky - Two Steps from Hell

Spin - Lifehouse

Meet Me on the Battlefield - SVRCINA

Ethan Hunt (Mission Impossible):

Touch - Sleeping at Last

Let Her Go - Passenger

Renegades - X Ambassadors

On Top of the World - Imagine Dragons

Carry On - Fun

Flares - The Script

Eight - Sleeping at Last

Back in Black - AC/DC

Jack Reacher:

Mercury - Sleeping at Last

Take it Easy - The Eagles

Bless the Broken Road - Rascal Flatts

Desperado - The Eagles - Fic: All Your Highs and Lows

Heart Like a Truck - Lainey Wilson

Ramble On - Led Zeppelin

Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

Life is a Highway - Rascal Flatts

Here I Go Again - Whitesnake

Heads Carolina, Tails California - Jo Dee Messina

Still the Same - Bob Seger

May I Miss You - Family of the Year

Hit the Road Jack - Ray Charles

Wait in the Truck - Hardy

Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day - Fic: My Shallow Heart's the Only Thing That's Beating

Devil's Backbone - The Civil Wars

Broken - Lifehouse

Hero - Family of the Year

Oh What a Life - American Authors

Jack Harper:

Nine - Sleeping at Last

Earth - Sleeping at Last

Pluto - Sleeping at Last

You Wouldn’t Like Me - Sleeping at Last

Rocketman - Elton John

(Why all my Jack Harper songs are Sleeping at Last I have no idea other than that the whole band's sound just basically has Oblivion vibes-edit: now it's just most of them)

(Edit 2, I got sucked into DC Titans and have feelings about Hank so have another playlist...)

Hawk & Dove:

Shadows of the Night - Pat Benetar

Kids in America - Kim Wilde

Brighter Days - Blessing Offor

Battlefield - Jordin Sparks

21 Guns - Green Day

And if you want a feel for what my playlist for Top Gun and Maverick would be, go check out @nade2308 's gifsets because the song vibes are ALWAYS spot on!

note: @malewifebillcage I blame you entirely for how many times I listen to a song and go "oh no it's Bill and Rita"

[ynhart]

Hello fellow sister in Christ! I have a story and question for you.

On the day that I was baptized and received into the Catholic Church, the confirmation saint that I chose was Saint Rose of Lima. The reason I chose her was because I thought her name was pretty and I wanted her name as my confirmation name. Afterwards, I felt like I regretted my choice because I felt like she just didn't "fit" my circumstances. I started to wish that I had chosen Saint Kateri Tekakwitha or Saint Joan of Arc to be my confirmation saint... But then, I started to reflect on my decision to choose Saint Rose of Lima and I came to the realization that God probably had me pick her specifically for a reason. Not just for the name, but because she dealt with family problems as well.

She was also a very kind and caring soul who ended up joining a Third Order after not being allowed to join a convent. I'm someone who has wanted to join the religious life myself, but in all honesty, I'd probably need to join a Third Order as my option due to certain health conditions I live with. And as for being kind and caring, those are qualities I hope to embody to the best of my ability as a social worker. So, in the end, I think I made the correct decision of choosing Saint Rose of Lima as my confirmation saint.

With all of that being said, my question to you is: Who is your confirmation saint, and why did you choose him or her?

Sincerely,

@ramen-chan-27 (Asking on anon since this is my sideblog)

Hi! Thanks for sharing your story <33 I actually didn't know much about St. Rose of Lima so thanks for letting me know! I'll definitely read more about her. All I can say is that all vocations are wonderful and I'm glad you were able to find which one's best for you :D

About my confirmation saints, I don't have one actually. I don't think we have that tradition of choosing a patron saint for our baptism/confirmation.

But if I were to choose one it would be St. Michael Archangel. As you know, my name is Micaela, which is like the female version of Michael, and I have this vague memory, from when I was little, of my parents teaching me about him and saying that we have the same name. I love that our names mean "who is like God?" it's awesome lol. So I like to think that he's my patron Saint!

And another friend Saint I have is St. Josemaría Escriva de Balaguer! He's a modern Saint so he kind of feels very close to us and can relate deeply to his emphasis on sanctifying through our jobs and ordinary lives.

How beautiful and different are all the saints, right?

[jaggededges123]

for the character ask game: you know I had to pick Silas! 4, 14, and 21!

our favorite little mayo meow meow 😌💖

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

okay so the truest version in my heart is one of my own unpublished novels but there would be no frame of reference, just know that it's really good, also scifi, and puts silas in a position of power over colum so severe that he could kill him which is important to me 👍 and it would give colum a collar, which would be cool (to me). it wouldn't be explicitly a religious thing but i could fix this by making it a religious obligation to their family, specifically, which would be doubly cool to me. also colum would have had to go through an incredibly painful several years of injections and physical training which has a severe risk of brain damage, so that also feels like a good fit for the two of them.

my second answer, the real one, is uh,, i think silas would make an amazing and hilarious ace attorney character. i wish i were kidding, but i think that is my final answer.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

idk if this one means "what i think he would wear" or "what i want to see him in" so i'll answer it for both. to me, in a modern au, silas octakiseron would wear khakis and collared shirts, i'm so fucking sorry ajkdfjsadklfjsalfs i know, i'm crying too. he'd wear proper suits for church and formal occasions, well tailored but modest too, very traditionally cut. i want to see him in frills and lace, however. these are very different things, alack and alas.

in canon, i'd say silas is pretty "Joan of Arc" in my brain, for some inexplicable reason.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

oh the religiously-flavored brain twisties are my favorite part for sure. anyone who's known me for a while knows that mental gymnastics are like, KING for me lol. but there are lots of other things i like about silas too; i grew up very religious (in the xtian way) so there's a lot to him that i fortunately or unfortunately relate to. something i don't like (i do like it but it drags me into so many extra words that i never fucking plan for lol) is that he's always picking fights for no goddamn reason, judgmental little bitch that he is.

[novankenn]

(Artwork created/owned by @pilot-boi, No rights Claimed/Implied by the author of this story)

The TA -- Joan(Jaune) Arc

Joan(Jaune) stood in Beacon's courtyard, totally not overwhelmed by the number of students. Her mother had decided Joan(Jaune) needed to get some real world experiences so after discussing (threatening) her sister Glynda Goodwitch, Joan(Jaune) found herself assigned to work as a TA for her aunt and some of the other professors.

Joan(Jaune) was thinking it was a mistake, and she should sneak off and go hang with Saphron and Terra in Argus. Like seriously! Everyone! Literally everyone was walking around with weapons! There were swords, spears, knives, guns of every type, even a scythe! That's a farming tool! Next she'll see someone with a shovel or a rake!

"Of course I would." Joan(Jaune) deadpanned as two students just walked past her with those exact lawn and garden tools balanced on against their shoulders.

An explosion behind her caused Joan(Jaune) to shriek and jump backwards. Causing her to bounce off someone.

"Watch it dude!" came the gruff voice, as the young man just kept walking. Joan(Jaune) sighed. Looking around again for her Auntie, she noticed the girl with a red cap, still laying in a small crater. Seeing no one offering a hand, Joan(Jaune) did the right thing and walked over.

"Welcome to Beacon." the capped girl muttered.

"Need a hand?" Joan(Jaune) asked, while offering her hand to assist.

"Thanks?" the girl replied. Once she was once again vertical, she looked at Joan(Jaune) with her silver eyes. "I'm Ruby Rose."

"Joan(Jaune) Arc." and instantly she growled, as Ruby was giggling at her name. Joan(Jaune) knew exactly why, and was waiting for the question to be asked for the millionth time.

"Joan? Isn't that girl's name?"

"Yes, it is, and before you say anything else... I am a girl." Joan(Jaune) was annoyed, while all her sisters hit the jackpot with in the family gene pool, Joan(Jaune) seemed to have drawn the short straw. What truly baffled her was how NO ONE could tell she was a girl just from the sound of her voice!

"Really?" Ruby tilted her head and squinted, before nodding. "Yep, sorry about that. I see it now."

Joan(Jaune) just deadpanned. She should have gone to Argus. Terra could have gotten her an internship at the CCT.

"Do you want to see my baby?" Ruby beamed as she pulled some weird boxy contraption from under her cap.

"Is that a weapon of some kind?" Joan(Jaune) asked taking a step back.

"Yep!"

"Maybe later?"

"Aw. Phooey."

"Sorry, but I'll take a rain check." Joan(Jaune) offered, "It's just I need to find my Aunt. I'm working here with her for a term."

"Working? You mean you're not a huntsm... huntress-in-training?"

"No."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Huh." Ruby started to fidget. "Um..."

"Yes?"

"Do you know where the auditorium is? I was supposed to head there until I ran into that meanie... which wouldn't have happened if my stupid boob-zilla sister hadn't run off!"

"Sure." Joan(Jaune) smiled warmly. Ruby seemed like a nice person, so why not give her a helping hand. It's not like she's some weapon obsessed gothic loli. Paused and gave Ruby a once over and then shrugged. "Already said I will, can't back out now."

"Did you say something?"

"Just talking to myself."

"Oh. Do you do that often?" Ruby froze, and started to stammer, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I'm not judging< I swear!"

"Ruby... it's okay. It's okay."

"You not just saying that are you? I mean I would totally understand if you were, considering..."

"RUBY!" Joan(Jaune) shouted to get the red caped gothic loli to focus. "You didn't do anything to be so worked up about. Okay?"

"Okay, I..."

"No."

"No?"

"Do not say I guess." Joan(Jaune) sighed. "There is no middle ground here. You are either okay or your not. So are you okay?"

"Yes!"

"Good, now let's get to the auditorium."

(A/N - I have no idea what it is... but I see these pictures/drawings... and just have a NEED to write something for them. I think I have issues. None of the above is cannon to what ever AU this image is associated with.)

Have you ever drawn rule 63 Jaune?

Not sure, but here she is

Honestly in my style she looks almost exactly the same as normal lol

[reareaotaku]

Masterlist I

Updated: September 13, 2023 [Completed] !Masterlist II Here!

Bnha

A Beautiful Tail Dead Man Running Pt1, Pt2, Pt3 What It's Like To Be A Dad Hate Kind of Love Yandere Shoto Todoroki Headcanons Trying to Breakup [Deku, Bakugou, Shoto] Man-Eating Bird Male! Toga

Voltron

I Don't Hate You

Swat Kats

A Pretty Kat Chance Furlong Headcanons

SVTFOE

A Sick Love

Sailor Moon

Escape The Squad

Kim Possible

Maybe We Need A Break

Hansel & Gretel

A Look into the Dark Fairy Tales Pt1, Pt2, Pt3

Lego Ninjago

The Green/Gold Ninja

Scooby Doo

Yandere Daphne Blake Yandere Scooby Doo

Own Characters

Are You The Villain Harry the Lawyer Priest Son Yandere Loser

Thunder Cats

You're a Prince? Fuck-

Charlie Brown

What an Annoyance Aged Up! Schroeder [Peanuts] Headcanons

Monster High

Yandere! Porter "Paintergeist" Geiss Headcanons Yandere! Cleo De Nile

Euphoria

Yandere! Nate Jacobs

Red Shoes & The Seven Dwarfs

Yandere! Prince Merlin Headcanons

Ben 10

Keep My Girlfriend's Name Out Of Your Mouth

Invincible

Yandere! Mark Grayson [Invincible] Headcanons

Big Mouth/Human Resources

Yandere! Pete Headcanons Loving You So [Connie]

Skip Beat

Yandere! Ren Tsuruga Headcanons

Lolirock

Yandere! Lolirock Headcanons

Metal Family

I'm Not a Stalker!

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Yandere Aang Headcanons

Miraculous Ladybug

Chloe x Reader x Mari

Percy Jackson

Yandere! Percy Jackson Headcanons

Twilight

Yandere! Edward Cullen Headcanons Yandere! Jacob Black Headcanons

Free! Swim Club

Yandere! Haruka Nanase Headcanons Yandere! Nagisa Hazuki Headcanons Makoto Tachibana Headcanons

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Yandere Sabrina Headcanons

Assassination Classroom

Yandere Karma Headcanons

My Life As A Teenage Robot

My Neighbor was a Robot

Phineas and Ferb

Ferb Fletcher Headcanons

The Originals/Vampire Diaries

Yandere! Klaus Mikaelson Headcanons Yandere Klaus Courting Yandere Elijah Mikaelson Headcanons Yandere! Damon Salvatore Headcanons

Shadows of Rose

My Only Friend [Drabble]

Welcome Home [COMPLETE/FINISHED]

You are Mine [Drabble] [Wally] Lovey Dovey Darling [Wally]

Bob's Burgers

Being a Belcher Calvin Fischoeder Headcanons

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley

Futurama

Yandere! Philip J Fry

Megamind

Yandere Metro Man

There's Someone in your House

Yandere! Zach Sandford Headcanons Sneaking Off with Zach

Barbie

Why Don't You Love Me? Yandere Ken! Headcanons I Love You Like a Doll [NSFW] Pleasurable Sin [NSFW] Red Faced Loser I'll Never Stop Loving You Don't Run from my Love

Clone High

Yandere! Joan of Arc Headcanons JFK Headcanons

Sabrina the Teenage Witch [1996]

Harvey Kinkle Headcanons

Corpse Bride

Yandere! Victor Van Dort Headcanons

Fairytales

Yandere! Male Cinderella Yandere! Peter Pan

Merlin BBC

Yandere! Merlin Headcanons

ICarly

Childhood Crush [Fred Headcanons]

IT

Ben Denbrough Headcanons Fear and Anxiety [Eddie]

Scream

Yandere! Billy Loomis Headcanons Call Me, Baby [Yandere! Billy Loomis] Lively Party Bloody Hands

SVU

Detective Chester Lake Headcanons Dr. George Huang Headcanons Rafael Barba Headcanons Sonny Carisi Headcanons

[howlingday]

I a got Arc spirits ask for you...hopefully it's a good idea.

Mordred before being captured....wounded, beaten, carrying a broken blade with a gem in the hilt. In his last moments before capture grips the gem citing his regrets, grievances, his message to future arcs and lastly....the vow he took to be a blade for those forgetten by the light to hunt those lurk in shadows.....before finally using the last of his strength to throw it the gem shining red as it seemingly disappears into the air.

I decided to go a bit dark with this one, so, uh... fair warning.

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Jaune: Hey, Dad?

Papa Arc: Hm?

Jaune: I was looking through the archives, and I noticed something. The Arc family dates back the warriors of our family from you to great-great-grandpa, but I can't find anything after except the first Arc. Did we lose it?

Papa Arc: (Sighs) I think you're old enough. Come, it's time you learned about the Arcs. All of the Arcs.

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"Mordred!" Joan called out. "Get over here right now!" No answer. "I'm going to count to three!" Still no answer. She took a deep breath. "UN! DE-"

A young Mordred Arc arrived at the doorstep before she could finish. He grumbled and dug his toe into the ground, refusing to meet her gaze.

"The Winchester girl and her mother were just here." Joan leaned down. "Were you throwing rocks at people again."

" 'S not my fault." Mordred grumbled. "If people were stronger, I wouldn't have to tough 'em up."

"Oh, you think you're stronger?" Joan grabbed his ear, making the boy wince in pain. "I'll show ya real strength, and I'll make sure you learn this time!"

Mordred Arc was, in the eyes of many, a bad child. He was rude, and violent, and killed and ate small animals like a savage instead of returning home. Mordred Arc was the first and only son of the Arc family.

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Papa Arc: Your great-great-great-grandpa is purposefully locked away in the archives. He was... not a hero.

Jaune: What do you mean?

Papa Arc: He fought his own family and tormented innocents when he was younger, and fought for no one but himself on the battlefield.

Jaune: He... does sound awful.

Papa Arc: The first Arc denied him Crocea Mors, because he was deemed unworthy to weild it.

Jaune: Really? Then what did he use?

Papa Arc: (Opens secret door, Enters small room)

Jaune: (Follows, Mouth agape at the rusted toothed-cleaver hung on the wall)

Papa Arc: Sanguis Mors. The Cleaver of Nightmares. The weapon used by Mordred Arc to slaughter innocents.

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Mordred stood in his home, staring at Sanguis Mors as it hung on the wall. He reached out and dragged his hands across the blade, smiling at the memories. The tyrants he cut. The murderers he bled. The beating of his heart in his ears as his Battle Lust took over.

Then came the less pleasant memories. His friends staring at him with terror. The innocent civilians who witnessed his actions and called him a monster. The chilling voice of his mother as she chastised him one last time.

"You are no Arc. You are an untamed and unruly beast. You are unfit to weild Crocea Mors."

A knock at his door awoke him from his stupor, and his daughter from her nap. He walked past the door to the bedroom to find his daughter being soothed by his love, who cooed and shushed the child.

"I have her." Morgan said. "See who's at the door."

Mordred nodded. In all his travels, he fought many men. He killed monsters more. He lay with... a number of women, who were drunk enough to accept him. But no one held him the way Morgana Fey held him.

Their first meeting was like a fairy tale. Hero fights monster, hero kills monster, damsel is rescued, damsel smacks hero for killing her game, hero offers to cook, damsel and hero become friends, damsel proves she's tough than the hero, hero instantly falls for the damsel. His mother was against the sudden union, but she relented after meeting her soon-to-be daughter-in-law.

Mordred opened the door and found a lanky, but lean man, covered in sweat as his snake tail waved anxiously. His hair was disheveled despite how much he slicked it down to his neck, and on his collar, his pendant of a snake circling a garden bounced against his chest.

"Yon?" Mordred asked. "I thought you were in Menagerie."

"Mordred, please!" Yon gasped, swallowing air as it entered. "Please, help me! They've captured my family in Mistral. They intend to kill my children if I do not submit."

"Who, Yon?" Mordred asked, feeling anxious himself. "Who would imprison your family?"

"A tyrant." Yon replied. "He calls himself the King of Rats! Please, Mordred," he fell to his knees, tears hitting the ground at Mordred's feet, "please, save my family!"

Mordred looked inside, where his wife entered from the bedroom. Her belly was swollen with her second child, and her breast was feeding her first. She looked helpless, so defenseless, until he looked in her eyes, which were all but those. With a nod, Mordred reached on his other side and pulled free Sanguis Mors.

Mordred reached a hand out to Yon, who looked up with tears. "Show me this 'King of Rats'."

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Papa Arc: He abandoned his unborn son, who would one day grow up to become your own great-great-grandfather, to serve his own selfish cause.

Jaune: (Looking over the document) Who was his friend? This "Yon"?

Papa Arc: Yon the Butcher. He betrayed his own people to open a trade-line with Mistral. When his people called for help from the pirates who raided their trade lines, he turned his back on them. But when Mistral came for his head, he abandoned his family to recruit Mordred.

Jaune: Not exactly the best friend.

Papa Arc: No, and where he found a beast, he awoke a demon.

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"Over here!"

Mordred climbed the hill to meet with Yon, who stood by with a grin. He looked back to the path his Battle Lust had taken him. The bodies cut open or cleaved apart by Sanguis Mors. He smiled. It was fewer bodies this time.

"Just beyond the wall." Yon said with a grin. "Climb over it, and you'll be closer saving my family!"

"Save your thanks for after they're safe, my friend." Mordred replied. "I'll let you know when the gate is open, and it's safe to enter."

"Of course, my friend."

Mordred buried his blade into the old stone of the fortress, pulling himself higher with his other hand in empty brick holes close by.

As he climbed, a thought occured to him. The men he fought were few in number, especially for someone who is referred to as "the king of rats". And how quickly he and his friend had reunited after the battle with no enemy reinforcements was also concerning. Even the climb was easy! As he swung over the wall, he feared he was dropping into...

"Spears! Up!"

An ambush! Mordred looked around, finding himself surrounded by dozens, if not a hundred soldiers, armed with an array of weapons. Spears, swords, axes, clubs, bows- everything meant to harm him was there, all surrounding a smug figure wearing a golden crown.

"Ah, the hero of the day!" The king smiled. "Mordred Arc, the Slayer of Men. My father spoke highly of your strength, but more so true of your wit." He looked to the side. Mordred followed his gaze to the gate, where he saw Yon wave at them. The king waved in return. "Such a good man. A pity a beast like yourself couldn't resist the temptation of tasting blood, but what else is to be expected of the monster who killed my brother?!"

Mordred felt a pain in his heart as he watched Yon leave. He was a close friend; the only friend he had left from his days of battle, and he had betrayed him. Sanguis Mors dipped low to the ground.

"Now the people are free once again! The king of rats shall take his throne as the Hero of Mistral!"

Mordred huffed once. Then again. Then his huff became laughs. An eager soldier stabbed him with his spear, right in Mordred's abdomen. Mordred took the spear by the wooden shaft and crushed it in his palm, bellowing a loud laugh. His eyes flashed silver.

"So you've caught me, hero? Then you should be ready to pay the price to do it!"

Mordred lept into battle, ready to put his blades to the dogs who conspired in Yon's betrayal. Sanguis Mors found purchase in a vanguard's shield, before Mordred launched himself over the battalion, and right to the king.

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Jaune: So it was a trap from the start. (Starting on the fourth pile) What happened to great-great-grandpa?

Papa Arc: He was forced to flee with his mother and sisters. Seen to Mordred betrayed, Yon escaped and warned a local mercenary battalion to raze the village to the ground, using the same gold to pay for the unjust assault.

Jaune: But... why?

Papa Arc: I couldn't say. Perhaps he feared the consequence and sought to buy time in Mordred's grief. Perhaps he sought to salt Mordred's wounds for some betrayal from before. In whatever case, for whatever reason, he should have known that a devil like Mordred weeps for no one.

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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Mordred wailed as he held his mother in his arms, her ashened skin flaking from his palms. She had died a heroes death, killing many others before taking her own life in a decision to burn as many bastards as she could before her passing. A column of burning wood collapsed, striking Mordred from above and knocking him unconcious.

He awoke later with a cough as he heard the howls of demons themselves. The damned mercenaries remained to laugh at the burning village, revelling in their revolting "entertainment" of murder, theft, and rape.

Tears fell from his eyes as he thought of his wife. His daughter. His unborn child. His mother.

"Looks like that hag that killed the old boss is properly buried now, eh?" One of them laughed.

"Hey, now, that's dangerous!" One of the others mockingly warned. "Here, let me help you put out that fire!"

New laughter erupted as cold liquid crawled closer to Mordred, his burning body's open wounds screaming from the sudden invasion of filth. These bastards- These animals did not deserve to breathe! Let alone breathe of his mother!

Wood creaked and snapped as Mordred pushed himself from the ground, surprising the cretins standing closest to him. With a quick swipe of his hands, his knuckles cracked against the faces of the pissing men, catching the attention of all the others. Scanning the horde, he found their leader sitting atop a heap of goods, surrounded by the defiled corpses of the villagers he once knew.

"Who the hell are you?!" It barked.

Mordred didn't answer. He couldn't stand to. He stepped closer, his eyes blazing. Any man who attacked was disposed of without much effort. Soon, he was standing before the king of filth, terror in his eyes. And with a blink, he was no more.

He turned to the others, now running in terror. Mordred returned to the house, remembering their faces, and dug out Sanguis Mors. He could still see their silhouettes in the night.

Mordred had heard of a new class of warrior. Those who dedicated themselves to the defense and protection of those who could not do so themselves. Before this day, he never considered them. But tonight?

Tonight, he would hunt men.

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Jaune: ...What? That's it? Is that all?

Papa Arc: That is all that is on record, Jaune. So, tell me, Jaune. What are your thoughts on the Arcs darkest history? On the monster who taints our family name.

Jaune: I think... you're too hard on him.

Papa Arc: Excuse me?

Jaune: I think you were too hard on him. True, he was a schoolyard bully, but he grew out of it by the time he had his firstborn child.

Papa Arc: How can you be so sure?

Jaune: There's nothing written between then and when he was recruited. He must have lived a quiet life if there's nothing between his youth and when he was recruited years later.

Papa Arc: By Yon the Butcher.

Jaune: Who was his friend. I'm sure he saw Yon as a good man, and was heartbroken by his betrayal.

Papa Arc: ...Are you telling me Mordred Arc, the black sheep of our family, the demon who slaughtered dozens, if not hundreds of warriors, including his own allies, is not evil?

Jaune: Evil is subjective, Dad, and looking back on it, I think it might have been a semblance. Some of the records say he "had a red glow about him" when his bloodlust started. In the right context, he could have been a great hero.

Papa Arc: (Nods) You pass.

Jaune: Huh?

Papa Arc: There is one final piece that I have hidden from you. It is in regards to Mordred's fate before he passed. (Walks to a drawer) Tell me, son. How familiar are you with Echo Dust?

Jaune: Well, Weiss told me it's what scrolls are built around. Something about talking into it, and an echo returning.

Papa Arc: Yes, and I have the last Echo Dust used by Mordred Arc. (Pulls out Echo Dust) It was found by your great-grandfather when he returned to the village. We have kept it ever since. And now, I believe you are ready. (Taps the Echo Dust)

---------------------------------------------------

Mordred panted as he runs across the plains. The pelting rain showered over him, soaking him to the bone. Coming to the cress of the hill, he dropped to the ground into the destroyed village village below. Running through the shattered remains of the hamlet, he hides around a corner, steadying his breath.

A black shadow looms by, and he stops breathing. The monster, with skin paler than the moon, eyes redder than hot iron, and a soul blacker than any Grimm before, passed by him in it's slow stalk through the town.

As it searched inside a house, far outside of Mordred's view, and he quietly moved away, moving closer to the town's entrance, away from the beast. Ahead, he saw another Grimm, much smaller than his predator, serving as a guard. Rather than risking his being spotted, he ducked into a house, through a crack in the walls.

Surrounded, with no escape, Mordred pulled out the glowing, white stone. He found it amongst the mercenary's loot, long ago. The irony of using it in this same vilagge made him sick with rage, but he swallowed it down. And with a gulp, he began.

"My name... is Mordred Arc." He glances up, watching a Grimm patrol outside. "And this... is my end. I have made many enemies, and mistakes many more. I have let my lust for battle blind me to my companions and to the love I put in danger. If you are a man of most ghoulish intentions, then know that I am hunted by a creature far more foul. But, if you are the more finer warrior, more worthy to be called an Arc than I, then know that I trust you to do the right thing. In the past, they have called me Mordred the Black, or Mordred the Tainted, and much, much worse, but know that I did what I did because I believe the worst crimes deserve the worst punishment. And if this is an Arc who listens, then know this..."

The door screams as it is ripped from it's hinges. The devil that hunts him, the monster most foul who has been stalking him, was now mere feet away. Though her gait and stride were woman, her heart was evil of the most ill design. It smiled and cooed like a mother playing with her child. "There you are."

"...This is my end."

Mordred dropped the stone, and charged one last time.

[macybeckham7]

Confetti

part two

‘Why are you so nervous?’ Trent laughs as he could sense how nervous YN was in the passenger seat. ‘They’ll be so excited to see you’ he says.

As he pulls up infront of the Alexander Arnold’s household, the curtain moves and by the time they climb out and YN has a bouquet of flowers they were all running through the door.

‘Hello beautiful girl!’ Dianne beams, and pulling you into a tight hug. Her hands holding your face as she beams at you. Michael telling his wife to stop hogging you and hugging you.

You fell in love with the whole family, you absolutely adored them. So when you broke up with Trent, you weren’t just missing a boy you adored but also a safety blanket that the family provided.

‘How are you feeling about the tour?’ Michael asks.

‘Nervous’ you giggle. ‘We haven’t toured since 2020’ you explain.

Trent reaches for your hand. ‘It’ll be like riding a bike, you don’t forget how to do it’

‘And if you forget a move, just look to the first row for Marcel, he knows all the dances’ Tyler mocks, pulling a goofy face at the youngest brother.

The table erupt in laughter as Marcel looks down at his plate of food.

‘Does this mean you two have found each other again?’ Dianne asks as she packs you both off with leftovers.

You look over at Trent. You haven’t really spoke about it. You have been living with each other the past month, you have been going to Liverpool matches. Despite trying to keep in low-key you always kept getting spotted. Trent even came to a few Little Mix meetings. He came to the whole Madame Tussaud’s fitting and was so gassed about it all. Neither of you have brought up the topic of ‘what are we’ just enjoying being around each other.

‘Thank you for dinner’ you smile. You wave everyone goodbye as Trent backs out. ‘Told you they’ll be happy to see you, nothing could go as bad as the actual first meeting’ he says sticking his tongue out.

You let out a groan and hide your face in your hands at that awkward situation.

….

‘I’ll stand in for her’ Jordan runs over to the three girls who was just about to go from the top. He holds his water bottle as a microphone, and as soon as the music starts he puts on his best YN.

‘This is a shout out to my ex’ he sings. Heard he in love with some other chick’ he gives off a little scoff, entertaining everyone. ‘Yeah, yeah, that hurt me, I'll admit. Forget that boy, I'm over it’

You walk into the studio and watches as he dances around with Jade.

‘More sass’ Perrie laughs, and shows him how you do the move with him coping.

‘I hate you all’ you mock which makes everyone laugh. ‘Jords you can take my spot if you really wanna, I’ll be in Rizzle Kicks and give the fans what they want with a comeback’ you smile.

Later on you were all in the studio with the band to do the rock version of Women Like Me. You all losing your minds at how good it sounds, you all showing off your vocals and rocking out to the guitar. You all jump around in a huddle with excitement.

‘We good to put that in the set list then?’ Leigh asks with us nodding. The pressure of putting all the bangers into list and also adding fan favourites too. Leigh and Jade have been trying to fight to get Joan Of Arc in there but it hasn’t been successful yet.

‘I can’t have them three songs together because I won’t be able to get through them’ Jade says as we try to find the best arrangement.

After a while, everyone was happy with the set list. YN reached out for the phone, you let out a giggle reading a text from Trent which got the attention from Leigh.

‘What is going on with you and lover boy?’ she asks with a smirk.

They have all been a fan of Trent. They always saying he was your nicest ex.

‘Nothing’

Perrie scoffs. ‘That’s not what Alex has been saying’. Thought Trent would play in coy. ‘Trent has been going into training with loads of hickeys’

Jade and Leigh both squeal. ‘You little minx’ They pounce making them lay over you.

‘I don’t want to be next to your room, I remember how loud the two of you can be’ Perrie mocks with Jade mimicking your moans, with the three of them bursting in tears of laughter.

…..

Last night you and Perrie went to Anfield to support the boys, you being complete hooligans celebrating the goals and shouting at the ref, chanting with the fans, and just going through the rollercoaster with them. After the game you all went to the pitch and was having a little kickabout. The video of you and Perrie rugby tackling each other and scoring and doing different celebrations. You and Trent playing with Axel and just being the maniacs everyone knew you were.

‘I have missed you in my jersey’ Trent smirks as you give him a little spin. He gave it to you after the game after he scored and did a dance which was the last thing you told him to do the next time he scored (before you broke up). You laughing when you saw him and telling him that you couldn’t believe it that he remembered.

…..

You were just staring at your phone as you watched the 12 digit number light up the screen. You had deleted the number but you had memorised the number by heart, but you didn’t have the courage to accepting it and listening to what they had to say. You had just come out of a meeting about your future after Little Mix. You were on the way home to start packing for tour life, which was definitely going to be different from the last. You would come off the stage, get on the tour bus back to the hotel and then hit the tour. Dance on the dance floors, your aching feet was no longer achey. We have already decided a movie and desserts was the best way to do it now.

You climb onto the tour bus, hugging all the Since September boys, happy to see them all again. You adored them on Little Mix: The Search and you couldn’t wait for them to support you and the girls. You sat beside Jade who was in a Fifa game with one of the boys. You start jamming out on the guitar as you travel up the Motorway on the way to Belfast.

‘Can you remember your first tour?’ Jacob asks.

The girls look at each other all nodding and giggling.

‘When we wore our names on our shirts’ Leigh laughs.

‘And we had done this campaign with a hair dye company and we all had really bad hair styles’ Perrie laughs with Jade sassing back ‘Talk for yourself’.

[honorhearted]

Already, Ben could see the proverbial wheels turning in Anthony's head, so he assured the man, "We're only stationed a couple hours from Philadelphia by horseback. My courier was able to ride over there and establish the meeting -- he can be charming whenever he so wishes."

"And how do you plan on getting her out?"

Gently nudging his heels into his horse, Artillery's flanks, Ben encouraged her to move while replying, "By coin, of course. During my trips, I've discerned that the majority of these men are driven by greed. They'll let me visit a prisoner and turn a blind eye, should I flash the right amount. Breaking her out will be another story, but I have my ways. Just trust me if you can."

--

At first, William didn't wish to return her gaze. Worthless, worthless, worthless, how could he have gotten this so wrong? But once Francesca's tone grew firmer in her conviction, he lifted his watery eyes to her and straightened.

You are a man fully grown now, Will, he could hear his mother admonishing. You must learn to stand up for yourself. I won't always be around.

"If I manage to leave this place, I want you to come with me. I shall find you work somewhere else - Good, honourable work."

He sniffed, doubt swimming within his large dark eyes. "You would do that?" he asked, his voice soft. "I can't go too far...m-my ma and brothers need help. I couldn't just leave them behind..."

"And... and if I do not, then you must leave here and go back to your family. Promise me that."

Shoulders hunching, William flinched at the thought of Francesca hanging -- of her dying for doing the right thing. "You're like a regular ol' Joan of Arc," he mumbled, quickly swiping his sleeve across his eyes. "They thought she was crazy and wicked too." Straightening with an exhale, he tilted his chin back and softly agreed, "Okay. I'll...I-I'll go home. But I have faith that God'll let you go home as well, Miss. You're too special for the noose."

--

A couple hours later, with Anthony off distracting Winthrop (and with any luck, not losing his temper), Ben found himself approaching Francesca's cell. He was not wrong in his assumptions. The moment he'd flashed ten guineas at the head guard, the doors and gates had flung open, and he'd been escorted back through the halls.

"Not sure whatcha wanna look at 'er for," the man said, "but I suppose that's between you and God, eh?"

Ben said nothing in reply. And once the door opened and he was admitted inside, he blinked at the sight of a young boy standing guard outside of Francesca's cell. It had been clear that they'd been speaking before his arrival, because a wide-eyed, guilt-stricken look was currently emblazoned across the boy's face, and Francesca was standing close to the door.

"Thank you, sir," Ben said to the guard. "I wish for some privacy, if you please."

Glancing at the boy keeping watch, the man shrugged, then coolly agreed, "As you wish," before closing the door behind him with a sluggish creak.

After waiting for the sound of his footsteps to fade, Ben was quick to rush forward. "Mrs. Stirling," he hissed, "your brother and I are in town, and he's with Winthrop negotiating a ransom right as we speak."

The boy's eyes lit up. "You're gonna get her out of here?"

Ben glanced down at the young guard, narrowing his eyes skeptically. "Are you a friend of Mrs. Stirling's?"

"Sure, I'd like to think so," the boy chirped. "The name's William, sir, and if you're trying to help Mrs. Stirling, I'd like to help too."

Hope finally bled into Ben's features and he nodded, looking between the boy and Francesca. "All right," he agreed, "we could use you, William. Are you able to get the keys to her cell?"

"Oh, sure!" Eyes lighting up, the boy patted his own pocket. "We've all got a set, sir, just in case of emergencies."

Ben nearly laughed. Surely, it wasn't going to be this easy? "Good," he said. "Good. Then I need for you to stand at the door and keep watch. Give me your keys, and I'll do all the rest."

A potential ransom - Yes, of course he remembered. Still, Anthony was impressed that such a meeting had been set up already, if a little rattled by it. His entire lifestyle depended on diplomacy, meeting after meeting set up with varying men of business, and yet he had never once been asked to feign politeness with a man who he already detested more than the devil himself.

With a simple nod in response to Ben's question, Anthony joined him in saddling a horse, a fierce determination creased between his brows. "And how do you plan on getting her out?"

--

Francesca had never wanted him to cry, the sound of his whimpering voice striking her painfully through the chest as she resisted the surge of protectiveness that had overtaken her -- He was so much like Gregory, so young and full of the need to do right by his family. All she wanted to do was shield him from the horrors of the world, take the weapon from his hands and send him home to his mother.

"Look at me, William," she encouraged, her gaze soft and beseeching as she met his own. If he reminded her so much of her brother, then she did not mind being a sister to him. "Look at me. You are not a bad person, is that clear? You didn't know."

Swallowing the painful lump that had formed in her throat, Francesca hesitated before speaking again, unsure if such words would hurt more than heal -- But what else could she offer him? "If I manage to leave this place, I want you to come with me. I shall find you work somewhere else - Good, honourable work." Pause. "And... and if I do not, then you must leave here and go back to your family. Promise me that."

[tmema]

3 4 5 8 19 26 27 . for iamé or reza? :3c lmk if you’d like me to choose someone else! you can also do your most recent nameless oc bc i’m also invested in them tok or you can do your final girl oc whichever is more fun for you MUAH hi jo 😜❣️❣️

Since I haven't revisited any of other other OCs as recently I'm gonna go with Character A from the most recent posts... she still doesn't have a name but I'll figure out something for her eventually <3 Also looking forward to properly revisiting Iamé, Reza, and getting to the final girl OC in the future. Someday. Eventually. You may have to remind me in the future, every time I try to get back to them something comes up lmao <3

3. What does your oc’s voice sound like? (Or, if you have one, what’s their voiceclaim?) Can they sing, whistle, or roll their rs? Do they have any speech impediments or notable dialects/accents?

I've never thought of having a voiceclaim for a character before!!!! I'll have to look into that sometime. I know for a fact that her voice is a bit lower than The Hero's from The First Narrative (one of their many differences). She can whistle; she can kind of roll her r's. Her accent is a bit different than many from The First Narrative because she's from a different region, so her words always sound a bit 'odd' to The Hero and others, but it's something everyone gets used to as time goes on until it doesn't seem out of place at all. As for singing... I think, for her, singing is reserved for very specific occasions. Whether that's cultural, familial or personal, I haven't decided yet, but her opinion on singing is that it's reserved for lullabies (especially for children or the ill), funerals, or... meditative moments, I suppose.

4. Is your oc good at keeping secrets?

Yes. During The First Narrative, one of her roles was being keeper of The Hero's secrets. The Hero's struggles, deeds, moments of weakness, ugliness, et cetera... not everything The Hero did was seemingly just or moral, even if it was done for the sake of bringing The Conflict to its conclusion, and the responsibility of keeping that from the public, as well as the other characters in The First Narrative, fell to Character A as their agent, their "best friend" (if you could call it that), their confidant, etc. Her role was to support The Hero, even when they certainly weren't acting the part.

I think what adds to Character A's resentment of The Hero is that, once The First Narrative ends, Character A is still expected to keep those secrets. The Conflict is over; The Hero's role in the previous narrative cannot be changed no matter what people find out about them afterwards; even if they were to experience some sort of consequence for their actions after the fact, it's not like The First Narrative (or the Second) will revoke their status as The Hero. In essence, The Hero has virtually nothing to worry about, but Character A is still experiencing expectations from the previous narrative.

Everyone seems to get to move on but her. Another thing she can't stand. Another thing to resent.

5. What kind of clothes is your oc most comfortable wearing?

Not sure if I have specific answer for this yet but I can tell you what she's not comfortable wearing. For one, she's not comfortable in armor. Whether it's a full suit of armor or specific pieces, she finds them cumbersome. They offer her protection, yes, but they impede her ability to move. And, before The First Narrative, her role was, essentially, a hunter. She prefers leather, cloth, furs - simple yet sturdy clothing that will not limit her range of motion or give her away to anything, or anyone, that may be in her vicinity. This has, of course, resulted in a couple of injuries. The Hero once made her wear ceremonial armor during An Obligatory Banquet To Ensure The Hero's Political Allies towards the middle of The First Narrative, and Character A hated every second of it.

When I was reading about Joan of Arc, I remember a passage specifically mentioning that Joan slept in her armor, and was surprised that it bruised her the next day. I think this applies to A as well.

8. What’s it like inside your oc’s mind? (Literally, or metaphorically.)

Hmmm... that's a very good question. I think, for Character A, it depends entirely on the situation.

When I think of Character A's mind, I think of it looking something like this. She thinks of herself as a relatively simple, straightforward person. She already knew herself and was mostly aware of both her capabilities and her limitations by the time she joined The Hero during The First Narrative. But things get a little more... varied, once The First Narrative ends. She finds that she is not content with post-Narrative life, even less so with the relationships that were formed during The First Narrative. It goes unsaid that she should be content. Why shouldn't she be? She has security; there are no major threats to her well being. But thing is, Character A has become trapped in a suffocating environment that she is not suited to at all. She longs for rolling hills, the sight of the flatlands, returning home, or somewhere like home, where a simpler, straight-forward, and undemanding existence awaits her.

A lot of inner conflict comes with her resentment, her unvoiced feelings, her frustration, her undisclosed and unfulfilled desires, and, eventually, what awaits her in The Second Narrative, which include but are not limited to 1) being forced into a central role 2) encountering romance, 3) coming across a situation that is not as straightforward as 'two sides warring.' What those specifically are, yet, I haven't decided. But it's gonna be fun!

19. How would an enemy describe this oc?

The enemies she had during The First Narrative would describe her as cunning, perceptive, and resourceful. She may not be the wisest person, the most experienced combatant, etc., but she did succeed where her role in The First Narrative is concerned. She served as a pillar of support for The Hero; she did the few things The Hero could not bring themselves to do; she killed and maimed her fair share of enemies, especially in the final battle of The Conflict; she is competent and self-aware, especially when compared to The Hero at certain times. She's just supposed a huntress who came down from the hills to aid The Hero in her quest to defeat The Villain, nothing more, but she's also a consistent thorn in their side.

As a former enemy, Character B can attest to all of this. And more. But that's for later <3

26. How does your oc handle anger?

She likes to think she was able to handle her anger well before she met The Hero. She likes to think that, in the past, she could have just talked about what was making her angry, addressed it, done what was necessary to exorcise it. But The Hero and The First Narrative changes how she deals with her anger considerably. The thing is, as The Hero's Agent, their Supporter, Their "Best Friend" (even though it feels very one-side), the unsaid rule is that Character A is not allowed to be angry. At least, not at The Hero. There's plenty to be mad at in The First Narrative - the tasks, the trials, dealing with the political side of a conflict, those who are competent, those who care more about what the outcome will do for them rather than seeking the outcome because it will be for the greater good, The Villain, The Villain's Supporters, Cronies, and Henchmen... but, the truth is, there are very few things that make A as angry as The Hero does.

The Hero is not, per se, a bad person. But she is flawed, and the person who gets to deal with and try to navigate around those flaws, or try and figure out a way to use them to The Hero's advantage? That's Character A. And The Hero has much to learn on their journey before they ever enter the final stage of The Conflict and defeat The Villain. Character A must teach them the basics of self-defense. Character A must teach them to walk softly rather than stop. Character A must endure complaints, minor tantrums, and self-pitying as The Hero struggles behind the scenes with their role and their tasks and expectations. Character A must be the one to save them, to protect them at all costs, because they are The Hero and, while she may be expendable to The Narrative, The Hero is not. Character A must do what The Hero does not have the stomach to do. Character A must be the one to talk them out of their own doubts. Character A grows to loath all of this. Bit by bit, until the very end, when she doesn't think she can stand it anymore. She's only seconds away from losing all control and letting loose in The Hero's face before The Narrative oh so conveniently shields The Hero from this. And then Character A is never given a chance to properly address these feelings, she's never given the opportunity to have a serious, proper conversation with The Hero once The Conflict concludes. And she is shuffled aside, forgotten in some cases, presumed for in others, which just makes her resentment fester. Being forced into The Second Narrative is just about the breaking point.

By the time she and B fall into their roles in The Second Narrative, she has a very poor grip on her temper. But the thing about B is that he is not The Hero. He was not one of The Hero's supporters. He was not on The Hero's side. And, worst of all, A thinks, he isn't blind. He's not stupid.

There's a point, rather early on in The Second Narrative, where A's anger rears her ugly head. It's happened before, and she usually just swallows the bitter back down after a moment, but B, surprisingly enough, eventually gets her to crack open. He asks her something, I'm not sure what - why are you so angry? what happened to make you so bitter? something along those lines - and he does it with the intention of having her spill her guts. Because he may not be The Hero, or even a hero, but... he is less selfish than The Hero, if that makes sense. And he asks, not because A will be more useful if he understands her more or because her anger annoys him, but because he sees her as more than a role, a former supporter of The Hero. She's a person. Incidentally, she's the person he's stuck with. The person he will, very soon, have the option of leaving, and choose to remain with anyway.

I don't have it in stone yet, but I know she just. Goes off. She stops in her tracks and it's like cracking open an egg because it all spills out of her. It's not what B was expected, and it doesn't exactly cure her of her anger, but... it's a start.

27. How does your oc handle fear?

Many people assume Character A is not fearful, but the truth is that she is scared a lot of the time. She had to hide that when she became The Hero's Confidant. It was her role to make sure The Hero was not scared, so she had to discard and push down her own. She's always had... trouble, admitting she's scared. Dealing with her fear. Mostly because she doesn't have any other way of dealing with it other than waiting for it to go away.

When she enters into The Second Narrative, there's only so many times she can push it down and pretend it isn't there. What she and B are dealing with in This Narrative is vastly different from that of The First Narrative. The rules have changed; the roles aren't the same; what was supposed to be straightforward has now turned into something much worse, much more confusing. And frightening.

I haven't really figured out how it manifests or changes within the story, but I know that her fear feels much smaller than her anger in comparison. But, when she finally starts tending to her anger, A is going to be faced with just how big her fear is. The source of it, the state of it, how it affects her. It's gonna be fun :)

[novankenn]

Tenuous Partnership (13)

Meer moments after Peach left Glynda's accommodations, Glynda returned to Jaune's room and retrieved her scroll. She took a minute to adjust Jaune's blankets, and then to press her lips against his forehead in a loving kiss. Standing back up to her full height, she left, once again ignoring the ruined door.

Upon her return to the living room, she dropped into her favored armchair, and began to swipe through her contacts. Finding the one she was searching for, she tapped it, and waited for the other end of the call to be answered.

"Glyn?" came a voice, and then the image of a beautiful blond woman who bore s striking resemblance to Glynda herself.

"Jas."

"Is something wrong? Is Jaune okay?" Jasmine Arc Jaune's mother asked, after taking one look at Glynda's tired face.

"There has been... some developments."

"Developments? What do you mean?"

"Jaune is expressing additional traits."

"What do you mean? He was at Beacon these last four years so he could express in safety!" Jasmine snapped. "What the fuck is happening there?"

"I took Jaune out for some training. We were ambushed and Jaune used Petrification." Glynda reported.

"That can't be right. He used Paralyze. He's too young, that shouldn't be possible until he reaches his thirties."

"Well I saw it happen, and then I inspected his eyes myself." Glynda informed her sister. "The indicators are there, but what is more he still holds the indicators for Paralyze as well."

"That's not possible..."

"Apparently it is."

"There's more, isn't there?" Jasmine asked, her vibrant blue eyes narrowing. "I can see it on your face."

"He's been exposed to human blood, without my prior knowledge, and I think it triggered another trait expression..."

"WHAT!?! HOW COULD..."

"I DIDN'T KNOW!" Glynda snapped back. "We were both in torpor and Peter, I mean Professor Port brought us a specialized meal I developed to assist me out of that state... but he had the kitchen staff add his own blood to the formula."

"How could you be..."

"I understand you're anger, but I would NEVER have allowed it if I had prior knowledge!"

"I'm... I'm... sorry." Jasmine offered a weak smile on her face. "This is... it's just..."

"I know, and I agree." Glynda responded.

"You said another trait?"

"He's expressed fangs, and if Doctor Peach is correct... he may have a venomous bite now."

"By the gods. What else can happen to my baby?"

"By the gods is right." Glynda echoed.

"Is he okay? Is he safe?"

"He's in my apartment, and Peach gave him injections of a sedative and a pain-killer so he could rest."

"And is he?" Jasmine asked.

"Yes." Glynda answered, "I checked on him prior to calling you."

"What are we going to do? I mean he was at Beacon to come to grips with his powers, and he's gaining more? Glyn... I..."

"I'm at a loss about this whole situation as well, Jas." Glynda responded. "But know he's safe. He'll always be safe with me around."

"Thank you for that Glyn."

"So, Peach has a request that she wants me to pass on to you."

"Request?"

"She would like some blood samples from you, Saphron, Jeanne and Joan."

"Why?"

"To compare them to Jaune's blood. She thinks there might be a mutagenic quality to his blood..."

"Damn Arc genes." Jasmine grumbled.

"My thoughts exactly."

"I'll see about getting some samples." Jasmine informed her sister. "How are you holding up through all... this?"

"It would be nice if there was another pair of hands here. Classes are going to be starting up soon, and my time will be limited."

"Do you have room for one of my girls to stay with you?"

"I do." Glynda replied.

"Then I'll asked Saphron if she can spend sometime at Beacon to help you."

"Having Saphron here would be very helpful. Do you think she will? I know she is basically still a newly wed."

"For Jaune she will, and Terra will understand. For a human, and an only child she is rather accommodating and pro-family first."

"Then, I'll speak to the Headmaster and get everything for her stay arranged."

"I'll let her know. She's been wanting to visit her baby brother for awhile now... considering he wasn't able to be at the wedding."

"Jas, one more thing and I feel this one will really upset Jaune."

"You're planning to remove him from the Huntsman curriculum."

"Of course you could read my thoughts." Glynda tiredly chuckled.

"You know I can't do that." Jas also chuckled, "Though I can read my sister's facial expressions."

"So you'll support my choice if he contacts you?"

"Yes. But is there any particular reason as to why?"

"His further expressions, and the fact Peter will have an acolyte that is from what he's said is a little... too eager."

"Limit the chance for them to interact? Good plan." Jasmine agreed. "When Jaune calls I'll echo your concerns."

"I hate doing this to him. His heart was set on attending classes."

"It can't be helped, and he'll understand." Jasmine offered, "Besides there is always next year."

"True."

"So that's everything?"

"Yes."

"Okay, keep a good eye on my baby, sis. I'll get those samples collected and get hold of Saphron. She'll probably call you shortly after we hang up with each other."

Shooting each other smiled and the mouthed words "Love You" the call ended. Glynda set her scroll aside, taking a chance to close her eyes and plan her next steps. She would need to speak with the Headmaster and Peter about what has happened. Not to mention she'll need to get Jaune a face mask to cover his mouth. She very much doubted his new fangs were a trait he'd be able to hide, like he can with his serpents.

/==/

Additional Chapters can be found by following this link; Utter & Complete Insanity (2)

[tokyonymph]

dear diary: a veronica sawyer (heathers) playlist

"are we going to prom or to hell?"

a playlist for veronica sawyer from heathers, based on her character arc in the film/musical. featuring 80s rock, alternative, and indie pop.

[listen on spotify]

the full tracklist and selected lyrics are below the cut:

i. veronica sawyer - summer camp

i lost all my friends / who are these people? / there's nothing for me here

ii. beautifully unconventional - wolf alice

you’re a walking contradiction / cute with such conviction / but dark as the devil who walks / and as loyal as a stalker who stalks

iii. tall, dark handsome stranger - heart

i had a tall dark handsome stranger / i’ve had the devil in disguise

iv. rip her to shreds - blondie

yeah, she's so dull, come on / rip her to shreds

v. cherry bomb - the runaways

your dead-end dreams don't make you smile / i'll give you somethin' to live for

vi. jennifer’s body - hole

he said, "i'm your lover, i'm your friend, i'm pure,” and he hits me again / with a bullet, number one / kill the family, save the son, himself

vii. kids with guns - gorillaz

now they're turning us into monsters / turning us into fire

viii. savages - marina

were we born to abuse, shoot a gun and run / or has something deep inside of us come undone?

ix. Female robbery - the neighbourhood

praying to whatever is in heaven, please send me a felon / and don't let the police know / anything, anything / don't tell them anything / anything, please

x. animal - sir chloe

make me behave like an animal

xi. secret (2020 version) - the pierces

why when we do our darkest deeds do we tell? / they burn in our brains, become a living hell

xii. criminal - fiona apple

what i need is a good defense / 'cause i’m feelin' like a criminal / and i need to be redeemed / to the one i've sinned against / because he's all i ever knew of love

xiii. i hate myself for loving you - joan jett & the blackhearts

i hate myself for loving you / can't break free from the things that you do

xiv. revenge - patti smith

ah, but now the tables have turned, my move / i believe i'll be taking my revenge / sweet revenge

xv. you’re no good - linda ronstadt

feeling better now that we're through / feeling better cause i'm over you / i learned my lesson, it left a scar / now i see how you really are

[heliosthegriffin]

There are many facets to may being that even I have forgotten. Lol. Yeah, I read it in high-school? I think, that was like ten years ago though, so it's fuzzy. Ah, don't worry, real-life first, I understand, things are getting crazy in my own life too.

I've also been side-tracked by trying to work on other stories, and Gothic, a great but so freaking flawed game. Still, need to work on this one.

Anyway, I think that while incorporating dying will flames could be nutty, it would utterly destabilize the power-balance, pushing Jaune and the gang too close to the Magic Girls, who to be honest, only real weakness is a lack of skill and wisdom. Not to say, it won't happen, just not for a while.

If I were to do it, (I don't know a dwarf made them!) it'd be like a form of ancient smithing technique created by ancients to mimic the lantern ring, with the only ones left that to create them are the Altan family and their subordinate family, called the Skyfire Rings.

That by drawing upon strong emotions, it can be used to focus and amplify Aura to higher levels. Even if you're not trained in Aura.

Because, in the distance past, these Rings almost let certain fighters go toe to toe with Magic Users. They didn't like that, so they went scorched earth. Leaving pretty much just the Atlans, the only ones smart enough not to step-up to wizards for no reasons, alive but with a generational trauma due to the sheer destruction levied against the Skyfire Ring clans.

Creating a bit of tension between Jaune and Arslan's family, she wants a strong husband and she'll give him a ring, but only if he gives her one. Jaune's too busy for romance, and frankly, Arslan scares him.

Emerald with a Mist ring? No. Just no. That's just Vol 9 Neo, but worse. Still, I could flub it, that the Rings also amplify certain qualities too, like semblance or focus, due to them being powered by amplified emotions. So, Jaune could attain a state of super-clarity while wearing one in combat, while Sun on the other hand would start creating perfect clones due to him be able to divide his adhd among them.

Huh, strangely enough, Sun having ADHD make me want to write him as a shouen protag, with Nep having the thankless task of being his handler. At least till he meets Ren, which uh spoilers, his MOOOD KINDRED!

Ok, fine. No golden bear. The image is ruined! Lol. Uh, back to workshopping Jaune's business identity, how about ... Shining Darkness! Uh, I'll get back on that.

The line about not need power is great. Jaune will definately have some tough battles against the Generals to come, and he has darkness in his heart that will be temp him. Which makes it all the more shocking that he refuses it!

Poor Papa Arc. I'm putting it in! Also, except the gynoids sooner, rather than later.

On the Gynoids. I think I'll just go with the series I'm familar with like Sekerei/Heaven's Lost Property/maybe some fate, but the first one will be Penny, both full and pocket-sized! As she's a broad-cast unit. So, well start from there and outward.

Your right about there being a ton of characters, sigh, so, I think I'll keep BLGA as like a one arc only thing, or make them the only inverted characters.

If I'm do a R63 spell, it'll just be for the boys to enter an idol competition, only for them to change back at the last moment, causing their pretty, expensive costume to be shredded, leaving the four boys in the buff on stage, where they quietly excuse themselves. Leaving many confused men and some women, questioning their sexuality and if that awakened something in them.

Also, if the girls try to Grope Joan, the innocent angel, they will activate her flight instincts, you don't want to activate the flight instinct of a flightless bird.

Yeah, that's about what I had planned with the Arena arc, but with kind of a Dark Eldar theme, with a bit of mind-breakage, and light, uh, does the name Pelinal Whitestrake mean anything? If so, about a pinky's worth of Pelinal Whitstraking elves.

Dungeon diving, don't worry, Jaune will have a high Int-Character on his side for help with that soon enough, though she won't be of much use in fight. Though, him going full muscle-head mode is likely, if he gets angry enough, poor Ren and Neptune.

There will be a slight city-builder aspect with all of Jaune's investments, but nothing to really qualify.

--- Tangent for another story ---

I'm saving that for another fic, where Jaune's a new soldier, who accidents his way to becoming a lord by saving the prince of Vale, Oscar.

Where he is given a piece of useless wild land by the King of Vale, Ozma, so as to technically reward him, while also not upsetting any of the powerful lord, while also pushing him away from the capital to keep him from gaining prestige, and technically protect him by keep him away from other power-hungry nobles eager to abuse his connection with Oscar.

I mean who would be jealous of a upstart commoner turned lord if they were given a territory to lord over called the Unwanted Lands, with such lovely locals as the Slaughter Fields, the Tormented Woods, the Dead River, and of course, the lovely town of Lordless.

Jaune, by virtue of actually caring about people, turns out to be a good lord. So far, he's best feudal lord they've had so far, managing to survive a week!

Only problem is the Orcs, the bandits, the dragon in the mountains, nobody paying taxes to him, the near total lack of infrastructure, a settlers who don't recognize his authority and claiming the land isn't even part of the kingdom, the wizard who wants to study his vital essence, the farmers trying to pair him up with their daughter, and of course, Jaune having zero experience in being a leader.

Good news, though, Jaune is determined to not fail, bad news for everyone else, that mean's he's getting creative.

---end of tangent---

Wish granting macguffin? That sounds like a whole-ass arc. We'll workshop it.

On the topic of the Animus potion, doing the whole going through ancestor lives. I got something in mind, though much more traumatic for Jaune involving him being basically stuck in a mental ground-hogs day loop.

Jaune training with a High Elf Swordmaster* (*HES) reminds me of that scene in the second book of Eragon where he was training with the elves, and kept getting schooled, at least until he turned into a half-elf.

Yeah I've read it, it's just been like 11 years. I liked Percy Jackson and the Spooks Apprentice more (At least until book 6, after book 10 though, it fell off hard for me, don't even get me started on the last book, I couldn't even finish the sequel books), plus Demonata and the Vampires Apprentice. Highly recommend them.

Still Jaune experiencing multiple mortal wounds, that could be interesting, but by the time that he would meet *HES, Jaune would just find it mildly interesting. Which would probably freak out the *HES, as what existence has this mortal lived to acquire such a pain-tolerance? Then the shirts come off, and the *HES instantly traces and diagnosis every single injury Jaune ever had with a glance, and becomes excited for the first time in eons at the chance to train a warrior of this caliber.

Which means, he holds nothing back, as Jaune has the full expectation of the *HES to match his training. Making him take death-blow after death blow, the *HES smiling like he was having the time of his immortal life.

Which is utterly horrifying to the outside audience, as other High Elves watch one of the greatest fighters ever completely let loose, they wonder what the mortal did to anger him?! Has he gone insane, as he lets loose moves that even other masters would fail to read on a immature mortal. Imagine their surprise though, when Jaune actually parry's a single attack.

Though, watching him get torn to pieces over and over, while having his skills ruthlessly criticize and flaws that you'd need a microscope to know even existed, ironed out, made more than a few other High Elves uncomfortable. That's also without even getting into the Girls and the rest of the Boy walked in to see Jaune's head get cut off, and his headless body too keep fighting.

After a brief scuffle, where the HES* cut through any spell that were flung his way, there was a very strong demand for Jaune to get another teacher, by force. HES* wasn't giving his new apprentice up, though. So, HES* simple had a barrier created to keep them out, while he trained Jaune.

Leviathan Ax for Jaune? Hm, maybe. If Jaune gets magic, it'll have to be a type of pact magic, where he makes a deal with something, Neo, it's going to be Neo, that help supplement his fighting style. As in Neo is the source of the magic, but Jaune can call on her power to activate certain abilities, kind of like a blessing, I suppose.

Something like a Duat Locker from the Kane Chronicles is probably that will deal with his storage issue. Or, maybe, a cape that acts as a bag of holding? Hold up new magic item.

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Cloak of Emptiness and Holding

Acts as a bag of holding holding up to a 1000lbs at a time, that can be used to switch weapons and armor with an action.

Hides the presence of the wear by muffling their presence, giving them advantage on stealth checks by hiding any life-signs from the wearer.

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It'd be funny though, having Jaune be late to every fight due to him having to carry everything by hand, at that point just get a squire dude.

Oh with, Neptune's Poppin! He will know nothing but suffering! I'm kind of leaning towards artificer now, but with the hat granting wizard levels.

So far on the power-armor, It's undecided but I think Winter is only one who'll be wearing it now, due to her being a super-solider. So, kinda of halo? I'm not too familiar with the franchise, I just know Warthogs Run is kick ass.

I'm thinking light, flexible, easily able to maneuver in midair with propulsion, strength enhanced meant, AI-assited aiming and caluclations, loaded with weapons. So kind of iron-man?

Up for change.

Another Magical Girl Discusion thread?

I summon thous, writers of the apocalypse.

@noneatnonedotcom @lonesilverw0lf @lar-mx

I couldn't find the old thread, and it was getting pretty long, so I made a new one.

So, what should Jaune do with his money? He's got capital from the Xiongs, but it's dirty money, how would he use it? Anonymous donation? Investing in local business? Help start a local militia?

Also, now that he's gotten his +3 platemail and a ring of luck (Which is just a bonus to AC), what should be his next gear that he should get that would be appropriate?

Also, what would you'll think about Jaune finding a dwarf smith to maintain his gear? He's probably save one and it's owes him a life-debt. It'd be a fun contrast if the girls got elf servants somehow.

[coe-lilium]

What are some biographies/general books you would recommend about Joan of Arc/Jeanne D'Arc? Thank you for your time and I hope you have a great day.

Hi! :D Delighted to help! 

Despite them being rather dated (1960ish-1990ish) and at the risk of sounding like a broken record anytime someone ask me this I'll happily say "each and every thing by Regine Pernoud", without reservation. 

Pernoud wrote no less than ten books on Jeanne, from your "standard" general biography to little volumes focused on her faith&spirituality, the siege of Orleans or on the vis-a-vis with Pierre Cauchon.

The main books of hers I'd suggest are these three (I don't know what languages you know so I kept the list strictly to english):

Joan of Arc: Her story, this is your “standard yet excellent biography” option

Joan of Arc: by herself and her witnesses

The retrial of JoA. The evidence for her vindication, which analyses the titular retrial

Quoting an old post of mine about the last two books of this list: 

While others focus on a single moment or aspect of her life both of those cover her adventure from start to finish and more importantly report the transcripts of both her trials, so we read her words, or her friends and family and enemies directly.  

With all the… inevitable fuss going around her figure I think going straight for the protagonists words is the best we can do (plus, this way you get all the everyday-life, domestic stuff and anecdotes that make them fell alive and close to us. I -for one- absolutely expected her to have been a tomboy/rebel before I read this and remember being blow away by the reality that emerged. I expected a heroine cliché and met a woman).

I’ll quote a bit of “by herself” final commentary of the author: 

It has often being regretted that Joan, a girl full of life and sap, should be known to us only and paradoxically in lawyer’s jargon. We confess that we do not share this regret. In a case which is so very out of the ordinary […] is it well that the documents which are our sources should be as strictly factual as possible […] No historian could possibly have the same measure of confidence in a chronicle - in which the facts are invariably seen through the deforming prism of the author’s ideas, temperament and point of view - as he can have in a sworn affidavit”.        

Both books have introductions/clarifications in their chapters along with the transcripts, notes to clarify the political climate or this or that other person’s biography and their role and both address some controversies, like the one about Jeanne’s “actually noble” origins. 

Pernoud can get a bit polemical when doing this, especially with the “she was a puppet” or the the “she was crazy/delusional” groups, but not in a smug way, more in a “let’s see if this make sense based on the documents”.

[end quote]

I also read and liked the short book on her spirituality, although to my knowledge it was never translated in english. In the -unlikely, I realize- case you knew italian and were interested, I could send the pdf your way.

Another good book is Franco Cardini's Giovanna d'Arco. La vergine guerriera, which has at least one chapter entirely focused on the various scientific hypothesis/theories/explanations of her visions. The problem with this one is that I can't find out if it was ever translated, sorry!

My last suggestion isn’t a book but a website: 

https://www.jeanne-darc.info/, which tries to collect and offer as much as free, documented historical information on her as possible. Aside from campaigns and trials, it’s got pages for her sword, the banner, her armor and clothes, with photos of plausible reproductions, addressing of controversies, debunks etc etc. It can’t work as a full alternative to a biography/monograph written by an historian but it’s very well done. 

[help-i-need-a-cool-username]

So for AAW this year i decided to explore some QPRs since ive never done that before (does that even qualify for AAW?). So without further ado (i'll try to keep it quick) these are the relationships that give me the strongest QPR vibes theres no particular order just a attempted color gradient

1. Joan Watson and Sherlock Holmes (Elementary)

Ive talked about these two before for AAW 2019(?) so ill touch on them briefly (and i'll put the link in the notes). Disclaimer: This is a show that i watched in bits and pieces, almost primarily from reruns. The longterm focus of this show is clearly these two's relationship. In the beginning they were stuck together, and then they chose to be together but they still had issues, at one point they stop talking to each other (like legit didnt talk one of them moved away and they didnt stay in contact), were together with issues again, and then they were primarily okay, and at one point left/fled the country together even though only one of them had to. Throughout the show there are these spoken moments that really tell the depth of their relationship, from either them or other characters. Off the top of my head theres "you named a species of bee after me," "i think shes the person you love most in this world," "i consider you to be a exceptional person. So i make a exceptional effort to accommodate you," "this is your home," "i'll stay. Of course i'll stay," and that line in the picture. They dont seem to struggle that much when it comes to describing their relationship and believe "partners" sums it up best. They live together, see each other as the most important/favorite person in their lives, and are raising a child together.

2. Aziraphale and Crowley (Good Omens)

Im not sure these two count, being not human and all. In the show and in the fandom (and i assume the book) people, and they themselves, struggle to understand their relationship and on top of that they arent supposed to be on good terms with each other (one is a angel and one is a demon). Are they friends? Enemies? Boyfriends? Best friends? Crowley at one point comes to the conclusion that never having Aziraphale in his life again is worse than the end of the world. One of the definitions for a QPR is "undefinable relationship," which fits nicely here.

3. Mako Mori and Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim)

Disclaimer: i havent seen this movie since it was in theaters and therefore dont remember much. If i had know what a QPR was when i saw this movie it would have made so much more sense. One of the background themes is strong relationships (you cant power the robots without it) which includes familial, platonic, and romantic. These two were left ambiguous, all the shots were framed in that typical "they're gonna end up together by the end" way only for nothing to confirm it at the end. It was wonderful. You follow two different gendered strangers who become super important to each other and share all their darkest secrets and memories and give each other soft looks to not end up dating at the end. Wether or not you see it as a QPR its a movie that doesnt erase m/f friendship and thats just fantastic.

[sorry guys its 2am now these paragraphs are gonna be a little shorter]

4. Carol Danvers and Monica Rambeau (Captain Marvel)

Before Carol disappeared it was clear she was living with Maria, her best friend, and helping her raise Monica, Maria's daughter, from a young age. Its clear her "death" greatly effected them.

5. Maka Albarn and Soul Eater Evans (Soul Eater)

I recently rewatched this show and their relationship on the surface seems like Two Kids Who Are Opposites And Dont Like Each Other Are Forced To Do Group Project type relationship but its actually so much deeper. They're roommates and best friends and each think the other one is the greatest person they know. They both have arcs centered around protecting the other. Soul states on multiple occasions that he's not into Maka, and Maka compares their partnership to her parents' marriage but never actually expects or acts like Soul is her boyfriend. Its clear they're gonna stay together for a long time coming.

6. Clint Barton and Kate Bishop (Marvel Comics)

Okay so i could say so much on this but let me start this off with a big Disclaimer: i have not read these comics, all of my knowledge comes from fan works (like the entirety of ao3 and tumblr) and wiki pages. These two. THESE TWO. Ahhh i dont even know what to say because i dont know if this is a thing where fanon versions are entirely OOC. These guys have something like a 12 year age difference, so from the outside their relationship seems weird. People (real or fictional idr) keep trying to slot them into familial roles (big brother and little sister, uncle and niece, dad and daughter) but the truth is they're friends and partners. Ya its a little weird with their age difference but if they were both 10 years older most people wouldn't even notice the age difference. Clint makes it clear to us just how much he loves Kate. She's super important to him. Just looking for pics for this post i saw so many panels displaying how close they are. Idk if its canon or not but fanfic really gave the impression Kate basically lives part time at his place. These two give me vibes that they have the kind of closeness where they could cuddle on the couch together and it wouldnt be weird. And i mean full horizontal doing a balancing act in order to get them both to stay on the couch between the backrest and the edge so they could nap. Like if one of them was married their spouse wouldnt be surprised to wake up in the morning and find them both eating breakfast in their PJs. Like these two would kiss on the mouth but it wouldnt be romantic at all just a way to express emotion. They just give me this vibe thats led to so many headcanons and idek if its canon