#oc: Nyla

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I LOVE YOU MIYEON!!!! i love you kitty i love you sun haven !!! 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

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shading + layer mask test

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Incorrect Quotes Tag Game

Thank you to @blind-the-winds for tagging me in this! I probably spent waaay too much tapping through the generator and laughing than I should've but hey, it's the weekend😎🙌

I used this generator and popped my MCs plus a few side characters for these quotes😁

Issie: Edwin, can I ask you a question?

Edwin: Sure, anything.

Issie: Why don't you go back to your own house and leave us alone?

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Nyla: We either die free, or die trying!

Xander: Are those the only choices?

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Nyla: How do tall people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you?

Xander: Nyla, it's four o'clock in the morning.

Nyla: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

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Nyla: I’m not so sure you’re stakeout material.

Xander: I’m a chronic insomniac, I was born for this.

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(Sorry for the swearing y'all, but this one was too good to pass up!)

Nyla: I think it's time to start fucking some shit up.

Xander: Oh no.

Nyla: More like "oh yes!"

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Xander: You’re not jealous, are you?

Nyla: No!

Xander: Good, ‘cause I consider my fake relationship with you a lot more meaningful.

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Nyla: I have an idea.

Xander: A good idea?

Nyla: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

....Like I said, I had a little too much fun doing this😅

No pressure tagging: @thatwritergirlsblog, @violetcancerian, @kaiwewi, and anyone else who'd like to participate!

[leaky-pen]

Princess and Nyla appreciation post

Because apparently im on an OC kick rn. I mean i always am, i just don't share them with y'all.

Princess is the shorter pink bunny and Nyla is the taller blonde cat.

They are a band in my OC unverse which means they are not all important to the plot, but the MC (lunith) would consider them her favorite so that's something? Anyway, i love them so much and their dynamic.

Nyla:

Nyla is a cat shifter on the tall side who loves singing but doesn't always care for how much moving around goes into their dance routines. (The purple outfit is her main one, the black and white one is just another one)

Name: Nyla

Age:  26

Pronouns: She/Her or They/Them

Hair: Blonde, but she bleaches it to a lighter shade than it actually is

Eyes: Broski i literally cannot remember what they actually are. i think purple or blue? I draw them differently a lot

Lives: ??? Who knows where but she shares a house w Princess

Profession: Celebrity/Member of Equilibrium

Personality: The more reserved of her and Princess, doesn’t usually speak unless spoken to, soft spoken, polite, but is very passionate about certain subjects and is way more open when hanging out with Princess. Is a very chill person. Likes to tease Princess and has a sarcastic side, which most people don’t expect at first. Loses almost all of her shyness when along with Princess. Doesn't get mad easily but when she does it's war.

Likes: Sweet food, meat heavy dishes, singing, black and white clothes

Dislikes: Veggies, exercise, the color green,

Story Significance: Not actually part of the story. But the band she and Princess are in are one of Lunith’s favorites.

Relationships: Very close to Princess and they would trust each other with their life.

Race/Species: Shifter, black cat

Princess:

Princess is a hare shifter who can't sit still. She loves moving around and talks a mile per minute. She is very energetic and outspoken, often getting way too loud for polite company when excited. (The dress is her normal outfit)

Name: Princess(She had it legally changed, only Nyla knows her birth name)

Age: 26(But still older than Nyla by 5 months)

Pronouns: She/Her

Hair: Dark Brown, but dyes it pretty often to varying colors.The pink and blonde are most common

Eyes: ???? I think brown

Lives: ??? Place doesn’t matter but she shares it with Nyla

Profession: Celebrity/Member of Equilibrium 

Personality: The more outgoing of the two, she is loud, energetic, and hyper. Very animated in her movements and her speaking tone is very loud. She can be a bit aggressive at times and is pretty stubborn.

Likes: Singing, dancing, working out, cooking,

Dislikes: Anything too sweet, working on slow peaceful songs, people who can't keep up with her

Story Significance: Not important to the story, but she and Nyla are part of a band in universe and are VERY well known. Lunith is a pretty big fan of them.

Relationships: Nyla and her are VERY close, has some younger and older siblings she gets along well with.

Race: Shifter, Hare

In conclusion, they are best friends your honor. My friend like to compare them to Off The Hook but i've literally never played Splatoon 2. But from what i've seen from the fandom it seems to be pretty accurate?

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More meme-ery. Ft. Some OCS.

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Team Trickery Age Charts!

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Pov You meet a playful fae and they offer you some fruit

[whumpbug]

HELLO!!! IT IS HERE!!! SCARAB CREW INTRO FIC!!!

i'm sorry it took so long guys i've been in a bit of a funk these last few days BUT i really wanted to post this!! i have much more planned for them but i am trying to pace myself because i've been struggling a little bit!

this also counts for early whumperless whump event day 23: well, that doesn't taste right @whumperless-whump-event (allergic reaction / anaphylaxis)

word count: 2507

see this post for info on the scarabs crew!

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In hindsight, Hari probably should have told the team his allergies to start.

There just wasn’t a convenient time for him to do it. It felt weird.

He already felt their judging eyes on him because he was human. Humans weren’t necessarily looked down upon, but it was quite the common consensus that they had more biological flaws than most other races.

This was, of course, made worse by Hari’s precarious condition. 

Introducing himself as the human missing a leg with a blood circulation disorder, an inflammatory lung disease, and food allergies was not something Hari imagined would get him much in the way of respect.

So, he stayed quiet.

After all the introductions and mission briefings came and went, everyone retreated to their respective rooms to settle in. A message over the intercom told Hari that Nyla, the pilot, was going to start making dinner.

He supposed now could be a good time to mention it. He remembered how to get to the kitchen, and Nyla should be in there cooking already, but Hari had just taken off his prosthesis. He didn’t feel like going through the trouble.

Besides, what were the chances that, out of all the things in the galaxy, Nyla made something Hari couldn’t eat.

An hour came and went before Nyla’s chipper voice came over the intercom once again.

“Food’s ready, everyone! Come on down to the kitchen!”

Hari perked up. Now that he thought of it, he was hungry. He hadn’t eaten anything more than protein bars and yogurt cups since the initial launch. An actual meal sounded wonderful.

He grabbed his crutches and began making his way to the kitchen. 

As he walked through the halls of The Scarab, he couldn’t help but feel a bit astonished. Just a few days ago, he was on his home planet, Earth. Then, he was shipped off to Asto’is. Now, here he was, floating in space with a group of strangers towards countless unexplored territories and potentially dangerous star systems.

What a story he was going to have to tell.

He arrived at the kitchen and quickly saw he was the last to do so.

Captain Nieven Alaric, the Asto’isian, was sitting at the head of the table, typing away on his detpad. A cigarette was held loosely in his free hand, and he brought it up to his lips with a deep inhale. His brow was furrowed, like he was trying to figure something out. 

Zel, the Huelxcan, was sitting towards the middle of the table, but her entire body was tensed up. She looked terribly awkward, like she’d rather be anywhere but there. Her gaze remained trained at a spot on the table, but upon Hari’s entry, she lifted her head. Hari met her eyes on accident and flashed a small smile, and he could have sworn she snarled at him.

Vinny, the Z’edin, was sitting opposite to Zel, but they looked significantly less uncomfortable. On the contrary, their knees were pulled up to their chest with their own detpad balancing on top. A peek over their shoulder told Hari that they were reading.. a scientific article? On biochemistry? For fun? That was perhaps scarier than the Huelxcan staring daggers at him from across the table.

And finally, indicated by the soft humming from the kitchen, Hari caught a glimpse of Nyla plating the final dish with her back turned to him.

Hari hadn’t seen many Haryen in his time. The race preferred not to make too much contact with the other PAGE territories, so seeing one out in the open felt odd.

Still, Hari didn’t need to know much about the race to know their signature trait—large crimson wings on their back with a span almost longer than their full height. Hari also didn’t need to know much about the race to know that this particular Haryen’s wings were not paradigmatic of her people’s.

Nyla’s wings were small and curled tight against her body. The muscles in them looked atrophied and shriveled, and even the way they moved with her body seemed off.

Nyla didn’t offer much of an explanation. She simply stated that she was born differently and left it at that. She didn’t owe anyone an explanation anyway; Hari figured. Still, it was not something someone saw every day.

Hari finally took a seat beside Vinny and rested his crutches against the edge of the metal table. Vinny’s gaze flitted to him before coming back to their detpad.

Hari risked another glance at their screen, and saw that not only were they finished with the first article, but they had moved on to another longer one. Hari had to ask.

“What’cha reading about?”

Vinny’s ears flicked at his voice. “Botany.”

“Botany?”

“Mhm. The first planet on the course is a forest planet, so I wanted to brush up.”

“I see—”

“Do you know much about botany? You’re the medic, after all. Figured you’ve at least taken some life science classes, but I don’t know how much time the curriculum would have spent on botany specifically.”

“Well, I was in highschool when—”

“I guess if it was a general biology class, the content would be broader, so you probably spent a little bit on each subsection. Still, I think botany is underappreciated. There’s so much to learn about a planet based on what kind of flora thrives in it.”

“I agree—”

“Plus, it can tell you so much about culture! Your planet, for example, has such a diverse ecosystem with so many different biomes. The different ways your people use the plants in each area is fascinating!”

“Thank you?”

“Not to mention—”

“Dinner is ready!” Nyla chirped, padding into the room with plates precariously balanced on her arms. Hari silently sighed in relief.

Nieven set down his detpad immediately and stood up to take two of the plates from Nyla.

“Thank you very much for making dinner, Nylath... Nylathrania.”

The syllables sounded clumsy on the Captain’s lips and a slight flush creeped up his cheeks at his fumbling.

“Oh please, just call me Nyla. Nylathrania is a hard one, even back on Harye.”

Nieven cleared his throat. “Very well. Thank you, Nyla.”

“It’s my pleasure! What better way to welcome you all onto my ship than good food?” She smiled and set a plate in front of each person at the table before taking her own seat next to Zel.

Hari smiled right back at her and, he figured he could try probing about the ingredients. Subtly, of course. “Yes, thank you, Nyla. This looks good! What is it?”

“Oh! I wanted to start with something pretty universally liked. It’s noodles with a darzel nut sauce, wozoik leaves, and some poultry from Earth! It’s pretty simple. I didn’t want to try anything too wild on the first night.”

Vinny, finally, lifted their head from their detpad and faced Nyla. “You took the meat out of mine, right?”

“Mhm!”

Vinny’s tail swayed slightly and a slight smile overtook their face. “Thank you, Nyla.”

Hari suddenly felt very stupid. If the kid could let Nyla know about their dietary preferences, why couldn’t Hari? 

Still, it was fine. Nothing she said was on his allergy list. He’d just let her know after this meal and everything would be fine.

Nyla picked up her fork. “Well, dig in everyone!”

And with that, they did.

Zel sniffed the food experimentally and swirled a forkful of noodles onto the prongs of the utensil before lifting it to her mouth. The usual scowl on her face lessened greatly and she turned to Nyla.

“You made this?” She said softly.

“...I did. Why? Is something wrong with it?” Nyla almost looked sheepish.

Zel said nothing. She simply turned her face back down to her plate and began scarfing down the noodles.

Vinny was following suit, tail swaying freely as they forked mouthful after mouthful into their mouth.

Nieven was a bit more polite. He ate slowly, and in small bites, but the enjoyment of the food was written all over his face in the way his eyes shone.

Alright, now, Hari needed to try it.

He scooped some of the noodles onto his fork, took a bite and—wow. If this was the kind of food he’d be eating for the next few years, he had no complaints.

The nutty flavor of the sauce was light and fresh, enhanced further by the aromatic greens. The chicken was juicy and flavorful, and the noodles were cooked to perfection. Hari’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head. 

Nyla swallowed a mouthful of food and tapped her finger idly on the table. “So... How is everyone feeling about the trip so far?”

Vinny perked their head up. “So far it’s been interesting. Your ship is really cool. I can’t believe you fly it yourself.”

“I do! She’s my pride and joy.” She turned to Hari. “You’re somewhat of an aerospace engineer, right? What kind of ships have you worked on?”

Hari startled at his name and glanced up. 

“Me? I’ve worked on a few. I worked mostly on airplanes, though.”

“Oh? So a bit different, then?”

Hari nodded and opened his mouth to respond, but found that his tongue didn’t move the way he intended it to. It felt tingly, like it was swollen in his mouth. He furrowed his brows.

“Sorry. I just— My throat feels weird.” He swallowed convulsively. 

Nyla tilted her head and leaned forward to get a better look at him. Zel followed suit, sharing a glance with Nieven.

“Are you okay?” Nyla asked.

“I’m fine... I’m...” Hari swallowed again as an abrupt wave of nausea had him clamping his mouth shut.

Nieven suddenly turned his gaze to meet Hari. “Hari? Are you sure? You’re quite... flushed.”

Hari nodded and scratched at the side of his neck. Stars, when did it get so itchy?

And then it occurred to him. The way he was feeling—the way it felt like his throat was swelling and the way his skin felt too hot for his body—stars, he was allergic to the damn food.

Of all the foods in the galaxy! This delicious meal was one his body decided was a threat! He would have groaned if he could.

Instead, he let out a vaguely choked whine and clawed at his throat, desperately pulling at his collar to get some air. Hives were starting to break out along his arms and shoulders rapidly, and the heat was searing.

Everyone was staring at him now. Even Vinny, who had set their detpad on the table, was in a hurry to get a proper look at Hari. 

“Hari?” Vinny questioned. 

They stood and leaned over, scrutinizing his face. They looked like they were racking their brain for something. Hari truly hoped they were as smart as they came across, because he wasn’t sure he had the faculties to explain what he needed. With their knowledge on Earth and biology, they were probably Hari’s best bet.

They suddenly jolted with thought. “Anaphylaxis! Allergic reaction! That’s what's going on, isn’t it? Your symptoms match!”

Bingo. Hari nodded frantically, pulling in a wheezing breath. Shit, it really was getting difficult to breathe. He needed to do something—and fast.

“Allergic?! Why didn’t you say something earlier!” Nyla shrieked, practically leaping over the table to reach Hari. “What do we do?! You’re the medic!”

Hari wanted to tell her to relax and that it would probably be fine once he got his epi-pen, but he could quite literally feel his airways shrinking and he figured that might not be true for long.

Vinny tapped away on their detpad before whipping their head back up. “We have to give you epinephrine, don’t we? Where the hell are we going to get that?!”

Hari vaguely gestured to the bedrooms, hoping someone would get the hint. He had a small bright red first-aid kit in his luggage, left out in the open. Never had he ever been so grateful for his disorganized unpacking.

“On it,” Nieven muttered, racing toward the hall. Hari tugged at his collar once again, wheezing desperately. It felt like his head was going to explode now. He was sure he was quite the sorry sight with how red he felt his face getting. Not a very good first impression.

Finally, the captain came sprinting back with the little red pouch. He all but threw it onto the table and ripped it open, before realizing he had no idea what he was even looking for.

“Epi..pen..” Hari managed to rasp out, doubling over when another awful wave of nausea overtook him. 

Vinny watched Nieven frantically search for a few more moments before grumbling and lunging over to snatch the pouch from him. They procured the item immediately and began to read over it.

“It’s a needle?”

Hari nodded, wondering why that mattered. He didn’t care if someone had to cut his other damn leg off to get the epinephrine in him—he just wanted to breathe.

Vinny uncapped the needle and hesitantly crouched beside Hari. They were moving at far too leisurely a pace. Hari shot a weak glare.

He would have done it himself, if he could. It’s just that his hands were numb. He could barely lift his arm, let alone have the dexterity to administer it properly. Maybe he should start having his epi-pen with him for every meal. Stars, his head was spinning.

“I can’t do it!” Vinny cried, suddenly pulling away.

“For fuck’s sake—” Zel plucked the pen from their hands, skimmed the directions, and plunged the needle directly into Hari’s right leg with no hesitation.

Hari had never been so grateful in his life.

In just a few moments, Hari felt his breath starting to come easier. He slumped back against his chair and gulped down sweet, sweet oxygen.

No one said anything for a beat. And then, Nyla smacked the back of Hari’s head.

“You idiot! If you’re allergic to something you need to tell me! What was your plan if we didn’t get the epi-pen in time?! I would have been responsible for manslaughter!”

Hari blinked. “I didn’t know I’d be allergic to it.”

Vinny stepped in and crossed their arms. “But you have existing allergies, yes? I could have done some research on how similar the food was to your allergens. Darzel nuts, for example, are remarkably chemically similar to peanuts.”

Oh. That explains it, then. Hari felt a blush creep up on his cheeks. He said nothing.

Nyla let out a soft hmph and pointed a finger at Hari. “After we clean up here and I make you something else to eat, you’re going to sit down with me and make a list of your allergies. All of them. This won’t happen again.”

Hari could tell she meant to be vaguely reassuring, but with the way she said it, it sounded like a threat. He gulped and nodded.

Vinny let out a soft laugh that doubled as a sigh of relief. “Welcome to the expedition, I suppose.”

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[thatwolfnamednyla]

I've fallen in love with N from Pokemon after playing Black for the first time last summer and the lack of N fanfiction is so devastating 😭

Especially when you remove any N/Hilda or N/Hilbert fanfics. Cause they're teenagers and N is an adult. And like, I want to give the benefit of doubt to a lot of fanfic writers that maybe they just want a character in the place of the protagonist and they don't actually ship N with a teen and are using Hilbert/Hilda as shorthand for a generic character, especially if they specify that the protags are meant to be aged up, but I don't know. It still makes me feel iffy.

I feel like more people should just...make an original character to ship with N. Just make an original character and say that the character is taking the place of the protagonist. That would make things so much easier and less uncomfortable.

But most people don't do that and I am starving for N content AAAAAAA

if anyone has any recommendations, whether it includes romance or not (completely fine with platonic interactions, especially if it's platonic N and Hilda/Hilbert because they should be friends and N should have a healthy support system and people who care about him and learn how to have fun and live life not being in a cult!!!!), please share!!!

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— meet my mc's. (for @infamous-if)

You're going to be a superstar, no matter what it takes.

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Chapter one of this odd AU

Ishone did not agree with her lady’s methods but who was she to disagree with the Lady of the World Eaters. She seemed fairly close with the Crimson witch that had appeared before them, they spoke a strange tongue which she could not understand but it was very evident that her Lady was very distraught about the current situation. Gentle cooing noises could be heard from the small bundle in her lady's arms as she surrendered the bundle into the crimson witches arms. Tears flowed freely from her Lady’s face as she said her farewells to the tiny babe that hadn't a clue that this would most likely be the last time they would see each other, she hadn't even seen her father who had deemed it too painful to even look upon her. They could only hope that she’d have a better life in the care of this woman, but for now she’d remained hidden. Safe.

Tears flowed down Nyla’s face as she silently walked down the halls of the Conqueror with her child that was barely two months old, 2 months was the time she was allotted to spend with her child, The Emperor had ordered a meeting with Angron on Terra. It made Angron apprehensive, as if his ‘father’ suspected something. He ordered Nyla to get rid of the child, those words alone pained the both of them. She had only just named their child and yet here she was being forced to dispose of her, her pained cries echoed throughout the Conqueror. Yet her cries fell on deaf ears, as she paced around the child’s nursery, Thought after thought trying to figure out how to insure her daughter safety when a thought comes to mind, a very old memory resurfaces and she hastens to her chambers. As she arrives at her chambers, she clambered underneath her bed trying to reach a very old box that had been gifted to her in her teenage years. It was gifted to her by her grandmother who instructed her to only open it in the most dire of circumstances. She felt this was dire enough, and opened the dusty velvet box.

Inside contained only a peculiar piece of parchment with some words written in an Ancient Terran Language, “Pomôž mi” Nyla read aloud, she had no idea what it meant but her grandmother had taught it to her in the instance she’d need to use the box.

The crackle of shattering glass could be heard as a woman walked through a portal right inside her chambers aboard the Conqueror. Nyla stared in awe at the women in front of her. How had this woman done it? Nevermind how she had done it, how had she evaded detection both by her husband and his legion of soldiers? “You called?” the woman said softly with an accent that reminded her of Kharn.”y-yes please my daughter…” Nyla trailed off, was she really about to give her daughter to a woman who somehow appeared to her in the middle of the warp. Did she really have a choice? “I am a trusted friend of your family. You can tell me whatever you need.” The lady said gently consoling her.

Just as Nyla was going to plead to this woman for her to take her daughter to safety, Ishone, her handmaiden, walked through the door “ My Lady the Lord Primarch ordered me to check up on you…” she trailed off as she looked at this crimson witch that seemed to be from her outlook seducing her into giving away her child. Just as Ishone is about to run away to alert the Lord Primarch and the Astartes about what she witnessed, Nyla scrambles up from her knees and hurriedly pulls Ishone into the room. “Please I beg of you, Do not alert anyone. She can see Gwenni into a new life! A better one… with better parents..” Nyla sobbed and pleaded with Ishone. Nyla did not do this without a heavy heart but this felt like her only choice as she was not leaving her daughter on some random imperial planet and she definitely wasn't letting her so called “brothers” dispose of her. Ishone reluctantly stayed swayed by the desperation in Nyla’s voice. “What do you need of me, my lady?” Ishone said, resolving to stay by her lady’s side in her darkest hour. “Give me the courage to do what I must.” Nyla sniffled “Please bring Gwenni here Ishone.” Nyla ordered before turning back to the Crimson lady, “What is your name? What is your connection with my family?” She inquired, wondering about the history of the women in her family.

“My name is Wanda Maximoff,I met your grandmother as a 20 year old coming into her powers, it was an accident of course but nonetheless it took me a bit to figure out how to get back home again and in the meantime your grandmother gave me shelter in a strange universe i knew nothing about. She taught me the dangers of your universe, and I helped make your settlement a little safer. As soon as I was able to master my power that had gotten me to this universe and go back to my home universe I promised her if she ever needed any help just to call for me and I would return immediately.” Wanda explained, leaving out the detail of what her powers were as she knew the people of this universe distrusted chaos magic, With good reason to. “Your daughter Gwenni? May I perhaps ask why you need to hide her?” Wanda asked cautiously, being careful to not upset Nyla anymore than she already is.

Nyla nodded as she gathered her thoughts before speaking “My husband… he is a primarch, a sort of prince you could say to the emperor of mankind. Although he more so views his sons as tools rather than sons so anything that humanizes his sons too much is deemed a distraction, it was a miracle that our marriage was even allowed in the first place. We both knew though that a child would be seen as a distraction and maybe even an affront to him. My husband recently had gotten an order to return to Terra for a meeting and we both fear that he’ll find Gwenni and take her away or worse…” she trailed off. “Which is why my husband demanded I dispose of her but I couldn't just leave her on some Hive world so she could live a life of struggle and hardship, where she may not even make it to her first name day… so please I beg of you, take my daughter..”

Wanda nodded grimly, from her brief time here during her 20’s she could see that the imperium was no place to raise a child. “If that is what you need then I shall fulfill your request.” Just as they finish talking, Ishone comes back with Gwenni.” Here you go my lady.” She gently places a cooing Gwenni in her arms all wrapped up in a scrap of her father’s cloak. It was obvious Angron was acutely feeling the loss of his daughter as well. Despite not wanting to look upon her for fear of heartbreak, Heartbreak had found him nevertheless. The scrap of fabric had Nyla breaking into tears once more as she realized Angron had finally recognized Gwenni as his. She quickly ran over to her jewelry box and pulled out her only necklace and gave it to Wanda “ Please let her know we loved her very much and that as much i wanted us to be a family, it just simply wasn't meant to be” She kissed her baby’s soft forehead for the last time, tears spilling on Gwenni’s forehead and rolling down. “May we see each other in another life my little dragonfly…” Nyla reluctantly handed Gwenni to Wanda and watched as they both disappeared into a portal that vanished as soon as it came.

[pseudogirlie]

fuck it double post

[ishizylonnn]

More oc stuff hahahahaahahahahahaua (they’re not dating btw Nyla has a gf😛😛😛😛)

[adrianasunderworld]

💕White Ash Institute Uniform R Cards💕

Welcome to the Pink Void

Students in order: Phillipa Claret, Juno Aureum, Nyla Drake, Marina Adelaide, Lily Cub, Isabelle Rosa, Trixie McEntire, Aster Richport

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Group Selfie🌟

More Team Trickery!

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The Rookie: Echoes of the Past - Chapter Three

Synopsis: From oldest rookie to T.O., John Nolan takes on training the newest rookie, Officer Ellie Moore. In her first 6 months on the force, an unresolved case catches up to her, putting her survival to the ultimate test. A tale of mentorship, resilience, and facing one's demons head-on.

Read Chapter One & Chapter Two! Check out the Spotify Playlist - The Rookie: Echoes of the Past.

         “I want answers and I want them now.”

Ellie's gaze remained fixed on the passing scenery beyond the passenger window, her demeanor revealing no sign that she had registered Nolan's words.

"Officer Moore," John began, his voice cutting through the uneasy silence.

"I heard you the first time," she responded, her tone hushed but firm. "I'm in shock, not comatose."

"May I remind you of the gravity of what just unfolded in front of our fellow officers, including Bailey and myself."

"Yes, and I'll provide you with the answers you're seeking. Just... give me a moment," Ellie's voice quavered, her struggle to contain her emotions evident.

Nolan picked up on the tremor in her voice, his mind recalling Bailey's earlier caution. "I'm sorry. Take all the time you need."

A heavy sigh escaped Ellie's lips. "I've spent so many years burying this. How much have you looked into my personnel file?"

"It seems not nearly deep enough."

"Those children—Laura and Patrick's kids—they will never experience a normal life again. Destined to be placed with another family member, probably an aunt. Laura, if she avoids arrest, will secure her settlement. What she sees as her blood money," Ellie paused, struggling to rein in her anger. "And my younger brother and I? We were those children."

She turned to face Nolan, tears tracing a path down her cheeks. "At the age of thirteen, I witnessed my father's suicide. My parents' marriage was a constant battleground, marred by infidelity on my father's part. My stepmother harbored a deep resentment toward him, a desire for his demise without incurring the consequences of a murder charge. She believed that regardless of how he died, she'd receive the life insurance payout. It turned out that no one had clarified to her that suicide nullifies such claims," a tearful, ironic chuckle escaped her.

"I'm so sorry," Nolan murmured, his voice subdued, his own shock palpable.

"My stepmother harbored an intense hatred for us. I did my best to shield my brother from the worst of it – endured the beatings, absorbed the verbal onslaught. I arranged for my brother to live with our father's sister, all in the hope that he might escape that toxic environment. And yet, despite my efforts, he spiraled into a life of drug dealing and addiction. He's currently incarcerated in an Ohio prison, convicted of possession and murder."

"Ellie, you cannot bear the weight of his choices. You understand this, don't you?"

"Do I, though? Could I have altered the course he took by continuing to shield him? I stayed behind, and look where I am now. I sent him away, and it feels like I've shattered his life," Ellie wiped her tear-streaked face. "I have to accept that."

"No, you don't. It never was and never will be your responsibility," John's voice was resolute. "Where is your stepmother these days?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe still in Ohio? Hopefully rotting in hell. I left when I graduated."

A brief silence enveloped them.

"I ended up being the confidential informant in my brother's case," Ellie revealed, her words weighed down by a mix of emotions. "I, uh, was approached by a narcotics team back in Ohio. They connected me to my brother and sought my assistance in taking him down. It wasn't a path I wanted to tread, but considering the decision I'd made to become a police officer, well, I felt compelled. So, I met up with my brother. To my astonishment, he had become a leader of a gang. They were involved in drug trafficking and even carried out contract killings.”

"Let me take a guess – things didn't exactly unfold as planned?"

"You've got it. I was wired up, and everything seemed to proceed without a hitch. Turns out, I miscalculated, and they saw right through my cover. Their contracted victim was neutralized, and I took a hit myself – though the bulletproof vest came through, but not without a few broken ribs and nose, courtesy of the other members," she shrugged nonchalantly, a wistful irony in her tone. "In the end, I turned on my own brother and his crew. They were apprehended. Some have served their time and been released, while the rest remain behind bars."

"So, that's the sum of my fucked up history. If only I could have buried it all deep down, maybe Patrick wouldn't be dead. He might never have had the chance to pull that trigger."

"What transpired in that house is not your weight to bear, Ellie. I assure you, if it hadn't been today, it would have happened another. Laura was driven by a purpose, and she executed it. Now, our focus is to ensure Patrick faces the justice he deserves," Nolan affirmed, his arm resting comfortingly on Ellie's shoulder.

"Please, don't let this revelation alter your perception of me. I've kept this locked away, and I mean absolutely no one knows. Usually, it doesn't weigh on me this heavily, but lately, with the sleepless nights and the anniversary of it all... I couldn't take time off to cope, given my rookie status. I apologize for being preoccupied and for not..."

Ellie paused, collecting her thoughts. "I promise it won't become a recurring issue. You won't be let down, I swear."

"I understand. Ellie, it's alright. Thank you for sharing this with me."

A nod from Ellie, and she suggested, "Maybe we should return to the station and get our reports in order for this case."

John agreed, his tone steady. "7-Adam-15, show us returning to the station.”

“7-Adam-15 copy.”

Aaron and Lucy had returned to the station, immersing themselves in the files pertaining to Victor Martin and Anton Yelkavich, looking for any clues that might help their case.

"Sureno 13, renowned for drug cartel involvements and murder-for-hire operations. Though it seems the emphasis has been more on narcotics than actual killings," Aaron commented as he perused the documents before him.

“Not now, anyways. It's turned into a bit of a free-for-all since Yelkavich's demise," Lucy chimed in, her eyes focused on Anton's profile. "According to this, Ellie made the arrest. Pulled him over for speeding, then discovered drugs in the backseat, somewhat concealed. Once he realized she had seen the stash, he brandished a gun at her and Nolan."

"...and let me guess, once he realized he was caught, he tried to strike a deal. Offering up the ringleader and other gang members in exchange for his own freedom."

"Bingo. It would be wise to touch base with Moore and Nolan on this. They might be able to provide insights that the file doesn't have."

"I'm on board with that," Aaron nodded in agreement. "I'll give Ellie a call and see if they're available for a chat."

"No need for that," Lopez interjected as he entered the bullpen. "By the way, any clue about who's in with Grey?"

"Officer Hernandez. She mentioned having some bodycam footage to discuss with him," Aaron replied with a casual shrug.

"Hey, everyone," Nolan greeted, walking in alongside Ellie. "Ah, I see Officer Hernandez is already here. I'll head to Grey's office," he glanced at Ellie, a hint of concern in his eyes. "You should dive into the report. Time is of the essence, especially if Laura follows through on her threat."

Ellie nodded, watching Nolan's departure toward Grey's office.

"Hey, are you alright? What happened?" Lucy inquired, her tone laced with genuine worry for her friend.

"I, uh, had a confrontation with the victim's wife. Apparently, she's got connections in high places, and I just earned a spot on her hit list. Officer Hernandez kindly offered her bodycam footage as potential evidence for my defense, just in case things escalate," Ellie explained, taking a seat with a file before her and commencing her report.

"What the heck happened? What was the altercation about?"

“Murder by suicide. The couple had a prenuptial agreement that stipulated she'd receive nothing in the event of a divorce. But here's the kicker: there's a clause that grants her everything if he were to pass away. Money, assets, the whole deal. She managed to deceive him into believing she was not only seeking a divorce but also sole custody of their two children. And with her influential connections, he felt trapped, convinced he had no way out. The thought of losing his kids drove him to the point where he took his own life," Ellie explained, her voice holding a mix of sadness and frustration. "It was instant. Laura, his wife, or now, widower, approached me while I was outside their residence, alone. She started confessing, revealing all the details. I thought my bodycam was recording, but it seems it somehow got turned off in the midst of trying to de-escalate the situation. So, I'm facing two major strikes against me now. At this juncture, Nolan might decide to blue-page me and suspend me."

"Nolan won't make that call. If he was planning to, you'd be gathering your things already," Lopez assured her, radiating confidence.

"She's got a point," Aaron chimed in, his agreement unwavering.

"Thank you both, but even if Nolan doesn't, I can already see Grey considering it. We'll have to wait and see," Ellie concluded, her tone tinged with uncertainty.

While Ellie diligently composed her report, the remaining trio exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of how to proceed. They recognized the urgency of discussing the case with both Ellie and Nolan, yet they realized Ellie had to complete her report before they could delve into the matter.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lucy observed John emerging from Sergeant Grey's office. Swiftly, she exited the room and approached him.

“Please tell me you guys aren't planning to cut Ellie from the program."

"Ellie is not being cut," Nolan assured, his attention fixed on his rookie stationed in the bullpen. "I'm guessing she confided in you about what transpired?"

"Yeah, she seems to think either you or Grey might decide to pull her."

"Rest assured, we're not doing that. It could've gone worse, and Grey will definitely have a talk with her, but she's staying put."

“Good. On another note, I need to discuss something with you."

Nolan cringed. "Why does that sound bad?"

"It's regarding the case we got earlier today. It has connections to both you and Ellie."

"How so?"

"Ellie's name is on the arrest record. Does the name Anton Yelkavich ring any bells?"

Nolan took a moment to ponder. "He was pulled over for speeding, had drugs in the car, pulled a gun on us, and then offered to cooperate by giving up his gang's leader and other members, right?"

"That's the one," Lucy confirmed.

"And?"

"Anton Yelkavich was murdered. Our alarm call turned into a homicide. We need to sit down with you and Ellie to discuss the details of the arrest and everything that followed."

"Of course. Can we do this after Ellie finishes her report? I just need to get everything squared away with Grey before Laura carries out her threats."

"Absolutely. In fact, let's sit down and chat while Ellie wraps up. I'll inform the rest of the team. Meet me at Lopez's desk," Lucy suggested, leading the way toward the bullpen.

Nolan gave a nod and made his way to the detective's area, positioning himself to await Lucy's arrival.

"Hey everyone, I'm going to have a chat with Nolan about the case while Ellie wraps up her report."

"I'll come with you," Angela promptly responded, turning to Aaron. "You good to hold the fort here?"

"We'll manage just fine, go ahead."

"Ellie, give us a shout when you're done with the report. No pressure, take your time," Angela assured.

"Thanks, Angela."

"No worries."

Angela and Lucy approached her desk, where they found Nolan engaged in studying a picture of Jack.

"He's growing so fast."

"You can say that again," Angela replied with an affectionate smile. "Lucy told you about the case?"

"Just that you guys had some questions," Nolan answered, his attention shifting between the two. "How can we assist?"

"Could you share if anything unusual occurred during your traffic stop and subsequent arrest of Yelkavich?"

"Not much beyond him pulling a gun on us. Ellie managed to disarm and cuff him quickly," Nolan replied, pondering if there was anything noteworthy he might be overlooking. "By the time we got back to the station for booking, he was already offering intel on his gang."

"That brings us to Sureno 13. The gang's leader is Victor Martin," Lopez chimed in, projecting Martin's mugshot onto the screen. "He had previous convictions, drug-related offenses. Served time in Ohio for a deal before possibly moving here."

Nolan felt the blood drain from his face.

"Hey, are you alright?" Lucy inquired, her hand gently resting on Nolan's shoulder. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Nolan turned his gaze to the bullpen, where Ellie was immersed in her report detailing their recent encounter.

"Nolan?"

He looked back at Lucy. "I think our case just got a lot more personal. Which facility was Martin incarcerated in?"

"Uh, it says London Correctional. What's going on?" Angela inquired, her concern evident. "Fill me in."

Nolan sighed, grappling with his thoughts. "This isn't my story to share. Excuse me for a moment, I need to talk to my rookie," he declared, rising from Lopez's chair and making his way toward the bustling bullpen.

"Moore," his voice carried a firm urgency as he called out. "We need to talk."

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