#oc: haldan

[maythray]

its okay guys its not her blood. Smiles :D

[noneedtoamputate]

Blind Dates 2024: Patsy Harangody

Pasty is the secretary you wish had, but she's not going to put up with your foolishness - even if you were the most beloved Marine officer in the PTO.

A shout out to @shoshiwrites for being an absolute peach and for beta reading my fic. All remaining errors are entirely my own. And thanks to @mercurygray for being my Andy Haldane sounding board and for creating and running the @blind-dates-fest for all of us to enjoy.

Fandom: The Pacific (AU, postwar)

September 1947

Chicago, Illinois

He didn’t interrupt while she finished typing a memo. That was the first thing Patsy Harangody noticed about Andy Haldane, before she even got a proper look at him. Most of the coaches at the University of Chicago simply walked up to her desk and started talking, even if she was in the middle of work. At the very least, they faked a cough to get her attention, as if she couldn’t see them out of the corner of her eye. But Andy Haldane pretended to be interested in a photograph on the wall until he saw her pull the sheet of paper out of the typewriter.

“Welcome to Chicago, Coach Haldane,” she said after he introduced himself. She could tell by his accent he wasn’t just new to the university but the city as well. “Please take a seat until Mr. Carlson is ready to meet with you.” She gestured to a nearby chair. “Coffee?” she asked as he sat down. 

“No, thank you,” and he trailed off as he looked at her finger. “No thank you, Miss Harangody.” The nameplate on her desk simply read Patricia Harangody, not giving away her marital status. While she addressed visitors with their titles - coach or mister, sometimes dean or professor - rarely did anyone return the respect. Just Patricia. Just Patsy. Just a secretary.

She opened a drawer and took out a file, pretending to look over its contents. Instead, she watched him continue his recon exercise. She saw him look at the photos on her desk, one of her family on the steps of their apartment and the one with Ginny and Abigail and Flo when they had leave and took the train down from Washington to Virginia Beach. He took in the sorry plant struggling to stay alive despite her best efforts and the sociology textbook she bought last week, storing these pieces of information away, in case they could help him later. He looked up at the clock on the wall behind her and compared its time with his wristwatch, frowning ever so slightly at Mr. Carlson’s lack of punctuality.

“Any words of advice before I go in there?” She looked up from her reading and saw him smiling at her. 

As the newest assistant football coach, it was now his job to meet with Don Carlson, the assistant athletic director, twice weekly - on Mondays to report on the game just played over the weekend, and on Thursdays to preview the game ahead  The assignment always fell to the newest coach, just as her position fell to the newest secretary, as it was common knowledge that Don Carlson was the stupidest man employed by the University of Chicago. 

Patsy could only guess what he had heard about her boss, and while she certainly had strong opinions, she wasn’t about to share them with a stranger, no matter how polite he was and how nice a smile he had. If she shared anything negative about Don Carlson and it got back to him, it would be her job on the line, not Andy Haldane’s. 

“Coach Haldane, please understand how important discretion is to being a successful secretary. While I haven’t seen your resume, I’m confident you have the education and work experience befitting a University of Chicago football coach. I have no doubt the meeting will go just fine.”

She caught him off guard for a moment, but he nodded, a sign of respect for what she refused to say.

Seconds later, Mr. Carlson came bumbling out of his office. “Coach Haldane, Don Carlson,” he said as he shook the younger man’s hand.” He turned to his secretary. “Patsy, why didn’t you tell me Coach Haldane was waiting?”

Patsy looked at the new coach, and she tilted her head to the side ever so slightly and rolled her eyes. 

I didn’t tell him you were waiting because he specifically told me not to interrupt him. He said he wanted to show you who was in charge here.

No actual words were exchanged, but he seemed to understand. 

“A pleasure meeting you, MIss Harangody,” he said before he walked into the office. 

When he walked out forty-five minutes later, he gave her a look.

What the hell was that? he silently asked her.

She shrugged her shoulders and looked down so she didn’t start laughing. He shook his head and walked out of the office, still in a daze.

The next morning, Patsy saw Coach Haldane on her walk from the train station to the athletic department office. 

“Miss Harangody,” he called out. “Do you have a minute?”

“Not really. I took a later train than usual this morning.” He nodded, understanding but seemingly disappointed at the same time. “You’re welcome to join me,” she added, and he smiled as they walked side by side.

Patsy loved this time of year, when you could almost smell the leaves change colors in the brisk morning air and motivated students gathered around the Gothic-style buildings, talking about classes and classmates. 

“It makes you almost forget we’re in Chicago,” he said. 

“What does?” she asked. 

“The trees and the buildings. The parks and the lake.” He waved his hand in the direction of the water. 

It was like he just read her thoughts. She felt unsettled and intrigued in equal measure.

“Were you in intelligence during the war?” she asked. 

He laughed. “Hardly. And my lack of intelligence is why I wanted to talk with you.” He put his hands in his jacket pockets. “I put you in an awkward position yesterday. I shouldn’t have asked you to divulge anything about your supervisor. It was disrespectful and unprofessional of me. I hope you’ll accept my apology.”

“Of course, Coach Haldane. I’m sure it’s difficult being in a new place. I don’t begrudge you trying to get an advantage, but I’m glad you understand my situation,” she said.

“Thank you,” he said. He pulled out an envelope from his pocket. “These are for you. Two tickets to the game on Saturday. It’s one of the perks of the job, and you’re the only person I know here who isn’t part of the team.”

“I’m not sure about my weekend plans …” she trailed off. She didn’t care for football, but it felt rude admitting that to a football coach.

“Take them, just in case,” he said.

She grabbed the envelope. “Alright. Just in case.”

“Miss Harangody.” He looked at her a moment longer than necessary and walked on.

She walked into her building and saw Lorraine, her friend and a fellow secretary, in line for the elevator.

“Hiya, Pats,” Lorraine greeted her. “How’s things?”

She thought of the envelope in her purse, his patience before walking up to her desk and his apology when he knew he was in the wrong. Even if she didn’t like football, there were always the trees and the tailgate parties and the coach on the sideline who she knew would be scanning the crowd for the secretary who accepted his tickets. 

“I know it’s only Tuesday, but what are you doing on Saturday?” Patsy asked. “Two tickets to the football game just fell into my lap.”

[cody-helix02]

Sooo I finally got around to watching the rest of the Pacific...well actually I just watched ep 4,5,6, and 7.....I stopped after cause I was fuckin done with the world iykyk 😒😩 I also needed to draw something cute to heal my broken soul so have Muffin protectin his new Dads Ackack and Hillbilly lol 🤣😌✌️

[cainhart]

My brief theories on hybrid psychology, biology, lifespan, historical connections to our world, and the possibility of other hybrids in the DMC world aside from the loser twins and Nero.

In Devil May Cry, being a hybrid is not exactly seen as a freak of nature but rather as something disgraceful on the demons' side. The reason for this is quite simple: humans are considered "food" for demons. Human blood is both literally and spiritually a fuel, an essential substance that feeds the demons. The fact that a demon has "disgraced" itself to the point of mating with "food" is a big deal among demons. A lot of Devil May Cry media comment on this—it's even directly said of Sparda that he "turned into a lustful monkey," because, in their eyes, humans are lustful monkeys. Worse, humans die very quickly; they're weak and fragile. You can imagine how much worse it is for demons, where power is everything.

As for humans, there is no canon information about their perspective that I know of. My theory is that some of the "demigods" and mythological figures mentioned in the history of the world are hybrids who were born on Earth before the separation of the two worlds, but that's a topic for another day. As far as we know, the hybrids that are on Earth right now are Dante, Vergil, Nero, and (probably) Matier.

What confuses me more is biology. Humans and demons are different species, even though they were once "one." And even devils differ from each other by looks, too. While Mundus looks like a human man, particularly Zeus, Sparda looks like a bug. Agrosax has both a female and a male body. But it looks like they can alter their looks and DNA enough to have a human-like body by using their demonic magic. And they can have hybrids, hybridity works strangely in humans and animals too.

In Homo sapiens-Neanderthal hybrids, only the female was fertile.

In the animal kingdom, female hybrids are usually fertile unless there is a direct biological problem.

This is a Mule. A hybrid born from a female horse and a male donkey. Female Mule can only breed with male horses. Male Mule are infertile.

This is a Hinny, born from a female donkey and a male horse. Both male and female ones are infertile.

Liger's are both thought to be unfertile, but like Mule's, female Liger's can breed with male lions, creating Liliger. Tigon females are fertile, but males are not. A female Tigon and a male tiger had bred and created Titigon.

The reason for this is Haldane's Rule. When I tried to apply it to demon-human hybrids, I came up with something quite funny: Vergil shouldn't have been able to have a child. The Sparda twins are supposed to be infertile. But if we replace this with demon fuckery, we get at least the following result:

Male hybrid: Can breed with human females. Cannot breed with demon females. Cannot breed with Hybrid females.

Female hybrid: Cannot breed with human males. Can breed with demon males. Cannot breed with Hybrid males. A sad day for people with Vergil/hybrid!Nero's mother OCs because hybrids are unable to breed and produce offspring. Probably. Their partial infertility isn’t the strange part—that’s expected. Hybrids are known to have accelerated healing, incredible strength, agility, speed—the list goes on. These are part of their demonic heritage. But the truly fascinating aspect is how it plays into their biology. The human body can't display even half the strength of hybrids unless adrenaline is involved. If humans could perform such actions, our muscles would tear, our bones would break, and our blood vessels would rupture. Not to mention the risk of brain hemorrhage, blood coming out of the eyes and ears, or even heart attacks. The reason hybrids don’t suffer from these conditions might be due to their superior healing abilities, but even that explanation only scratches the surface. It’s directly related to the fact that they are hybrids.

The reason why Dante and Vergil can fall or jump from great heights (with Vergil literally falling into hell and only fainting, and Dante jumping off a cliff in DMC4) and continue on as if nothing happened is perhaps due to the high ratio of collagen, protein, and hydroxyapatite in their bones. This trait likely begins developing in the womb, as their bodies produce an abundance of osteoblasts. However, it would be nearly impossible for human women to survive such pregnancies. The human body would struggle to provide the immense amount of nutrition a half-demon child requires, leading to either a miscarriage or the mother dying from malnutrition and exhaustion. This could explain why hybrids are so rare.

How Eva carried TWO hybrid babies remains a mystery, but Sparda was likely-no, surely highly active during and after the pregnancy. Otherwise, Eva would not have survived, since there are six hours between Vergil and Dante’s births.

I believe that if a hybrid woman ever became pregnant by a human male or a hybrid male, her pregnancy would be shorter. Since hybrids are not fully human, their bodies function in a way that's almost like Homo sapiens 2.0. Their growth factors would be insane: -Growth hormone would be highly elevated. -their IGF1 would be mutated, leading to significantly increased cell growth and development -mutated CDKs would regulate the cell cycle to promote faster cell division and growth. -placental efficiency would be enhanced, with Vascular Endothelial Growth Factor doubling the blood flow and nutrition supply. The cyncytin genes would also be more active. Anyway, you get the picture. Hybrid women could grow and pack a whole ass baby in about 4 months and call it a day. This process may be even faster in Devil Trigger form, but Hybrids can't hold their DT long enough. What bugs my mind is whether female hybrids would have periods. I think so? But the duration and intensity would likely differ from human women. One day I will write in-depth about female and male hybrid anatomy but for now, this is enough.

Another thing is, assuming hybrids are not easily cut or pierced by mundane weapons, their skin must produce high levels of keratin. Keratin is a protein that gives nails their hardness and forms the outer layer of the skin (epidermis). The calcification—the storage of calcium salts in the skin—must be high. At the same time, neither Dante, Nero, nor Vergil have any scars, acne scars, blackheads, or blemishes. Their skin heals perfectly, restoring itself to its original state. The white blood cells of hybrids must be working like crazy lol. To put it crudely, when they get a cut—or any wound, for that matter the white cells ring alarm bells and rush to close the wound. Blood clotting (hemostasis) begins, then cytokines are released and after that the bleeding stops, what follows is tissue formation (Proliferation). This happens in such a short time that it is hard to believe. At the same time, as I mentioned above, the high collagen and keratin ratios of hybrids also prevent scars. It's really strange.

Another thing is that hybrids have a highly developed sense of smell, hearing and sight. In DMC5, Dante could smell Urizen from quite a distance. And demons, even hybrids, have their own scent. According to Dante, it's not a nice smell. That's my guess, too. I think the sons of Sparda are fire-based demons, considering their devil trigger form (I don't know what to think of Nero because his DT form is very vague and very humanoid. But he still can be a fire-based demon, considering Sparda, Agrosax, and Berial are prolly fire-based demons but none look alike). Therefore, the smell of all three could be like burnt flesh or a sooty, weird grotesque smell which I like the idea of. This is probably the smell of their demon blood mixing with their human blood. The hybrids smell must differ from each other based on their type. We've seen demons from the four elements throughout the series, but I think there could be more concept-based demons, like ‘darkness’ because nobody knows where to put these demons, so they just call them darkness or void… things like that. Even though we humans are the same species, we can give ourselves different names to feel special, so it's not surprising.

Hybrids also have the ability to sense energy. This is something we humans possess as well since we live in an energy field and are always in touch with it, we can feel the energies around us. It’s the same for hybrids, but their ability to transfer and sense energy is far beyond what we can ever achieve. It’s canon that demonic energies can bring a hybrid’s demon side to the surface, calling and provoking it. In Deadly Fortune, when Yamato is fixed/healed by Nero, Dante feels a sudden and all-too-familiar demonic energy that unintentionally triggers his demonic side for a moment. This is Yamato’s call. Dante’s demon side is provoked by her and, inevitably, by Vergil’s energy because I wholeheartedly believe Yamato contains a part of Vergil’s soul. They are inbound.

Not much is known about how long hybrids live, but they do age, as we’ve seen with Dante and Matier. Interestingly, Matier lived long enough to meet Sparda. I think hybrids outlive humans, and an average lifespan of 300 years, like Tieflings. I’ll delve into the biological factors of this separately another time.

In the Devil May Cry anime, there’s an episode about a devil’s sincere love for a human. This kinda confirmed my belief that there MUST be other hybrids besides shit twins, Nero and Matier. People in love sometimes have sex, and if they want to, children are born as a result. However, based on what I mentioned earlier, I’m not sure how healthy the pregnancy would be.

The character themes are the best source for understanding the inner conflict a hybrid experiences. Their demon and human souls and blood clash with each other, fighting to see which will come out as the victor. This is evident even with Nero, which is interesting because he’s only about 15% demon, having a hybrid dad and a human mom. It’s weird because, physically, demon blood is dominant, but according to the lore, the human soul is superior. Nero has so little demon blood that he nearly lacks the demonic smell (Dante in Deadly Fortune and Malphas in Devil May Cry 5 comments about this). He’s more human than the twins—a very domestic boy. His psyche should be stronger than the twins. 

Dante's theme songs, however, are understandable, he is a half-breed, a perfect balance of two opposite sides. We see that these demonic urges are directed toward other demons, but I’m curious about whether hybrids have any violent urges toward humans. They are half-demon, after all. Demons are the predators of humans—Sparda himself ate humans before he awoke to justice. We humans even have cannibalistic urges, thanks to female genome transaction, our time cannibalizing each other has scorched into our brains.  Human blood is not just tasty to demons yet hybrids are not berserkers or lesser demons with zero intelligence. They have a brain and a human heart; I don’t see them openly fantasizing about mauling or eating people. But I’m pretty sure the smell of human blood would be appealing to them. It might be like smelling a barbecue and thinking, “Damn, that smells good.” But maybe it wouldn’t be enticing enough to make them attack or eat people. You wouldn't want to eat an alive cow while it stands there cowly, eating grass. You may even interact with it in a nonaggressive way. That’s how I think hybrids would act towards humans if they were in control. Yeah, IF. Returning to Sparda Kin’s theme songs, the inner conflict of a hybrid makes sense with what I’ve said earlier. When you lose control and your demonic side takes over, you essentially leave part of your human consciousness in the hands of an apex predator. In such moments, you could harm those you love or innocent people, or commit worse acts. In the Bible, Nephilim are said to eat humans. This is, of course, a biased point of view, assuming that Abrahamic religions derive their sources from ancient records. But these Nephilim (hybrids) are not all the same; they are all different from each other and this is proven by science, human hybrids and animal hybrids are always different. It is also said that Nephilim are immortal, but there is no explicit mention that they are truly immortal; they simply die. However, the existence of man-eating Nephilim might suggest that some hybrids would indeed have a desire to eat humans. By the way, Nephilim are directly related to our world and the DMC hybrid concept—giants. Hybrids result from the mating of Annunaki people left on Earth with humans.

And don't even get me started on the creepy similarity between the Annunaki legend and Sparda and Mundus. :l

Well, uhh, that's all. I didn't touch on everything I wanted to touch on, but this post would be too long if I let myself go. Have a good day!

[georgieluz]

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generation kill → nate fick!!!! walt hasser, doc bryan, brad colbert

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

Moodboards and Edits

Top Gun

Jake Seresin

Romantic date

Adventures

Loved you 3 summers

Natasha Trace

Summer Vacation

Dance the night away

Bob Floyd

Surfing the waves

You look beautiful

Down this road

Tom Kazanksy

I think I love you

Band of Brothers

D-Day 79th Anniversary

D-Day

Band of Brothers Appreciation Week 2023

Training and Scenery

Dick Winters

Lucky Strikes

Found Family

Heartbreaking scene

Post War

Emotions

Dick Winters and Andrew Haldane

Winnix

What would I do without you

Gone, Gone, Gone

My Friend Lew

#bobcollabs

Come Away With Me

Winter Wonderland

Lie With Me

Band of Brothers x Taylor Swift songs

All Too Well

Superman

Bad Blood

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New Romantics

Illicit Affairs

Epiphany

Out of the Woods

Wildest Dreams

Timeless

Style

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Paper Rings

The Great War

Last Kiss

Enchanted

Slut!

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Stick Season

Lewis Nixon

Whiskey On You

Young Love and Old Money

Lewis and Josie

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Most People Are Good

I Wanna Be Yours

Heart to Heart

Renée Lemaire

The Angel of Bastogne

Bull Randleman

You’re The Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine

Chuck Grant

Sunsets

Easy Company

Keep the Home Fires Burning

Heaven Knows

1917

Wayfaring Stranger

The Pacific

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Chemtrails

Merriell 'Snafu' Shelton

Gasoline

Generation Kill

Nate Fick x OC

Stay Frosty

Masters Of The Air

Flying High

Went Down Swinging

Die First

Gale Cleven

Gale and Hope

Beneath the Blue Sky

I Can’t Wait to Marry You

Knock ‘em Down

Look How Far We’ve Come

The Things That I Lost Here

[mercurygray]

@aloraundomiel asked me to do something for Vivian and Andy for @hbowardaily's The Pacific Week, and I'm sorry to report that this is late. This could be for Day 1 (Home) or Day 6 (OCs), but regardless, I hope it makes someone smile.

--

The house on Edgewood Road wasn't anything special.

Neatly cut grass, a few flowers near the front door. A house just like all the others on the street, a quiet neighborhood on something of a hill, descending into town. A bit of a walk, from the bus station - he'd warned her to wear flat shoes, for the hill. But the night was pleasant and the bugs weren't out yet. The sun hadn't quite gone down yet and she could hear the sounds of the neighborhood through the windows, children and husbands being called in to supper from streets and backyards and garages.

This was it. This was the place he called home.

She'd worried the whole bus ride from her parent's house in Haverhill about what they'd think, what she'd worn and what had been said about her before. Was her dress too smart, or not smart enough? Did his father approve of women who had jobs? What would his mother think of a woman who worked in a hospital?

She worried a lot, these days. She'd never done that… before. (There were a lot of befores now. Before the Philippines. Before the war. Before the camp. Before the liberation.) Her grip tightened around her purse and the box of chocolates inside, the gift she was bringing for dinner. It wasn't as bad, when she was at work and busy and her hands were occupied, but when life slowed down…Her doctor said that was natural, after having to think so much for so long. Your mind doesn't know how to stop calculating like that.

She remained in the street, contemplating the door. It wasn't too late now, to turn back or go home. He's the youngest - the special one. They lost him once - they won't want to lose him again.

And then another voice - deeper and softer. Andy's voice. Who says they'd be losing him?

"Oh, she's here!" The screen door to the porch opened and a young woman appeared on the stoop - dark hair and an apron over a maternity dress. "I hope you haven't been waiting long! The boys were washing up and no one was watching the door. I'm Janet."

"Vivian." My sister's the talkative one, he'd warned, once, in his quiet way, and she knew now what he meant. Only a few years older but always in charge.

"Here, let's go inside, dinner's nearly ready. Is this dress new? It suits you so well."

How long had it been since she'd been to a man's house to meet his parents? The last time it had probably been a boy's house, to be fair - dating during nursing school and her early deployments was easy and free, officer's clubs and dance halls and restaurants with little talk about parents or bringing you home to meet his mother, since his mother was usually a few thousand miles away. It was one thing for her parents to have met him - that was customary and usual, a boy coming by to pick up his date and a father setting the rules. But this was ...different. "Your parents are so kind to have me," Vivian offered, letting Janet take her coat and get it into the hall closet. "These are for after dinner."

Two men appeared in the front room, the slightly balding father and his slightly taller son, both in shirtsleeves and ties, their coats resting on chairbacks somewhere. "She's not brought us chocolates, has she?" Sydney Haldane asked, his Scottish brogue unmistakable. "Andrew, did you tell her we'd need to be bribed?"

"Didn't tell her a thing, Dad." She could see at a moment that Andy was his father's son, a little broader at the shoulder and with a full head of hair but stamped from the same press. (Andrew! No one called him Andrew. No one but them, anyway. That was what home was for, wasn't it - for the people who knew your name and called you by it.)

"A pleasure to meet you at last, Miss Arsenault," the elder Haldane said, holding out a hand. "Andrew tells us your father works for Ayer."

A steady job at the mill - the best bona fide there was, in a town like this. You'll know a man by who will employ him - or who won't. Vivian nodded, shaking hands as confidently as she could. At last? How much has he talked about me?

"Andrew, you never said she was pretty!" Mrs. Haldane appeared from the kitchen - short and matronly, the kind of woman they put in advertisements to sell housewifery as a general virtue. "I'd have thought you an angel, seeing you in a hospital."

"I'm no angel, Mrs. Haldane. Just a woman doing her job."

"But you are, my dear," Margaret Haldane assured her, her hand soft on Vivian's wrist. "You gave us our son back, and kept him safe."

"I definitely said she was pretty," Andy put in, correcting the omission before it came back to bite him, his hand light on Vivian's waist. "At least once." "Just once, Andrew?" Vivian asked pointedly, and across the room Janet grinned.

"Oh, you'll fit right in," she said with a grin, and Vivian felt a weight lift that she hadn't realized she'd been carrying, a thought that she was no longer a stranger here, and perhaps never had been, that this could be home for her, too, where they knew her name and how she belonged to it.

[bowdre]

The Pacific OC

i. Basics

•Name•

Kassandra Bloom Ellwood

•Nickname•

Kassidy

•Age•

In 1942> 21

•Birthday•

October 5th, 1921

•Gender•

Female

•Sexuality•

Straight

•Zodiac•

Libra

•Height•

5'6"

•Occupation•

Medic (Nurse) Marine Corps

ii.Relationship Status

Marries Lew Juergens in 1946.

Kassidy met Lew during their training days. She was instantly attracted to him, but decided to keep things strictly professional between them when he too started showing interest. After the Battle of Guadalcanal, and seeing all the death and gore that would surround her for the rest of her time in the war, Kassidy decided to confess her feelings to Chuckler. He responded by instantly pulling her into a kiss, lifting her off the ground and shouting to the rest of the Company; "Kassidy's my future wife, boys!"

iii. Appearance

•Hair colour•

Brunette but has red undertones in the sun

•Hair length•

Shoulder blades

•Eye colour•

Blue/green

•Skin tone•

Pale

iv. Personality

•Good traits•

Hard-working, humble, courageous, dependable, charitable

•Bad traits•

Rebellious, short-temper

•Strengths•

Logical

•Weaknesses•

Perfectionist

•Likes•

Astrology, tennis, hot chocolate

•Dislikes•

Extreme heat/cold, kamikaze planes + pilots, the ocean (after the war)

•Habits•

Asking a lot of questions

•Talents/skills•

Strategic planning

v. Relationships

•Mother•

Aoife Ellwood

•Father•

Brendan Ellwood

•Siblings•

Rosabelle Ellwood (1918)

•Lover(s)•

Lew (Chuckler) Juergens

•Friends•

Sidney Phillips, Wilbur 'Runner' Conley, John Basilone, Manuel 'Manny' Rodriguez, J.P Morgan, Bill Leyden, Merriell 'Snafu' Shelton, Eugene Sledge, Andrew 'Ack Ack' Haldane

•Close friends•

Romus Valton 'R.V' Burgin, Robert 'Lucky' 'Peaches' Leckie

vi. Backstory

Kassidy and her siblings were practiced raised by their grandparents. Their mother and father were either working or across the sea in Ireland. Despite this, Kassidy was close with her mother, constantly writing letters back and forth. When she was thirteen, Kassidy moved and lived in Ireland for nearly five years until returning to the USA in '39. Kassidy's parents believed she and her sister be safer in the States when WW2 broke out, despite Ireland being a neutral country.

When Kassidy had even a minute of free time, she found herself on a makeshift tennis court. It was her father that taught her how to play, and when she enlisted herself into the Marine Corps as a nurse, she taught her Company the art of the game.

She trained and fought with H Company until being transferred to K Company. This was done on the orders by Andrew Haldane after Lew went missing. Andrew thought the change in companions would do the girl some good until they hopefully found Chuckler. This was when Kassidy became close friends with R.V.

[kindsummer]

fear of water comment becoz guest is still disabled - when you said upsetting i didnt think you meant upsetting upsetting 🥲 loved the spooky atmosphere and the myth element!!! and the 'whatever is between captain and lieutenant' yeah. What the fuck did they have going on. Absolutely loved this so creepy and tense and the pin on the ground.... fuck u for breaking my heart..... (cant wait to see what u write next!!!)

ao3 is really, truly cockblocking guest commentary icb it. the cruelty of it all (although rip whoever got spammed with negative guest comments).

listen, i warned, I WARNED Y'ALL DID I NOT!!! when sam and i plot shit gets dark real fast sometimes and her immediate suggestion was that andy died. i'm the one who made it cool and spooky ooky with the mythical vibes. i think the worst part of it is the 50 years later with the kid finding the dog tags that eddie wanted to find and just throwing them away like they meant nothing!!!! literally sobbed my eyes out writing the last half.

seriously burgie we're all wondering what captain haldane and lieutenant jones have got going on...............i don't think even THEY know tbqh. love that for them, not in this context tho.

i'm glad u are excited because my next move is to start writing the justified!speirton au that you asked for! i've basically plotted it, but i've got to rewatch s2 to get the vibes down again since i plotted a bit too long ago now for me to jump into writing. aside from that, i've got a couple of other one-shots in the works aside from the mota/oc fic im halfway through, one is about mister robert leckie and his survivor's guilt (and you thought THIS fic was tragic...), one is a sequel to the only smut fic i've ever posted on ao3...iykyk, and the third is a gene roe centric fic involving a murder mystery and sad but strong sibling dynamics. stay tuned !!!

[noneedtoamputate]

I think Andy and Patsy would borrow a friend's cabin in Michigan and spend long weekends on the lake.

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

ocs bio

tagged by: @noonvvraith​​​ a while back fjksdf but tysm ambie!!! 💟✨ tagging: @sentinelapologist​ @a-muirehen​​​​, @dittsamvere​​​​, @galerion​​​​, @elluvians​​​​, @rosewaterhag​​​​ & @monoshikis​​​​ (feel free to ignore/no pressure as always).  I have no self restraint but I also really wanted to make myself write about them ALL so here are all the swtor kids I have worked on so far rip but we’ll start with the obvious favourite and the rest are under the cut (& i replaced ‘nationality’ with ‘species’ for convenience).

archeron;

The Basics Full Name: Archeron Thrax Codename or Nickname: Wrath, Commander. Birth Date: 7th Day of the 7th Month, 3666 BBY. Birth Place: Ziost. Species: Human. Organisation/Group: Eternal Alliance / Sith Empire. Former Affiliates: -- Family + Friends Father: Admiral Thrax. Mother: Darth Maltra.† Siblings: Antios (brother). Other Relatives: Valnora (sister-in-law). Spouses: Lana Beniko. Children: n/a.  Description Height: 6′2″ Weight: 81 kg. Hair Colour: Black. Eye Colour: Yellow/Orange (Sith). Skin colour: Light. Any Scars: Burn scar on the left side of his face, he has a noticeable stab wound scar, on his stomach from his duel with Arcann on Asylum.  Any Tattoos: n/a. Any Piercings: n/a. Other Notable Features: n/a. Random Facts: He prefers living mounts to speeders and has a particular fondness for varactyls. He is, very fond of playing Dejarik. As a very young child, he found a k’lor’slug egg which eventually hatched, and he tried to keep it as a pet. It became his first kill. 

antios;

The Basics Full Name: Antios Thrax Codename or Nickname: Cipher Nine.  Birth Date: 7th day of the 1st month, 3669 BBY. Birth Place: Ziost. Species: Human. Organisation/Group: Eternal Alliance / Sith Empire. Former Affiliates: -- Family + Friends Father(s): Admiral Thrax, Darth Sanctus Mother: Darth Maltra.† Siblings: Archeron Thrax. Other Relatives: Lana Beniko (sister-in-law), Darth Versaar †(grandfather-in-law). Spouses: Valnora. Children: n/a. Description Height: 6′0″ Weight: 75 kg. Hair Colour  Black. Eye Colour: Grey. Skin colour: Light. Any Scars: Prominent facial scar caused by a lightsaber.   Any Tattoos: n/a. Any Piercings: n/a. Other Notable Features: Cybernetic implants on his face, he also has cybernetic spinal implants, visible on his back.  Random Facts: He is somewhat proficient with a blade/lightsaber as his mother initially put him through sith training when he was a young child, unaware (or in denial) of his force blindness. He is also prone to getting mild to severe headaches, even after the castellan restraints were removed. 

valnora;

The Basics Full Name: Valnora Thrax (née Atrus). Codename or Nickname: Val. Birth Date: 5th day of the 5th month, 3667 BBY. Birth Place: Ziost.  Species: Human. Organisation/Group:  Eternal Alliance / Sith Empire. Former Affiliates: -- Family + Friends Father: Unknown. Mother: Clivia Atrus † Siblings: Vandoran Atrus.† (?) (younger brother). Other Relatives: Darth Versaar †(Grandfather), Archeron (brother-in-law), Lana Beniko (sister-in-law), Admiral Thrax (father-in-law), Darth Sanctus (father-in-law).  Spouses: Antios. Children: n/a Description Height: 5′7″ Weight: 56 kg.  Hair Colour: Black.  Eye Colour: Yellow/Orange(Sith). Skin colour: Light. Any Scars: Various minor battle scars, notable scar on shoulder sustained during a duel with a jedi knight. Any Tattoos:  n/a. Any Piercings: Ears pierced. Other Notable Features: n/a. Random Facts: Valnora was Haldan’s fifth companion, she was with Operations Group One on Belsavis & was after assigned by Darth Tormen & her master (Darth Rictus) to aid him with eliminating Jun Seros and the High Chancellor. She was also a Dread Executioner, part of the taskforce under Lord Hargrev on Oricon. Mako is her favourite member of the crew. 

tharzus;

The Basics Full Name: Tharzus Kallig Codename or Nickname: Lord Kallig, Darth Nox. Birth Date: 12th day of the 3rd month, 3671 BBY. Birth Place: Dromund Kaas. Species: Pureblood Sith. Organisation/Group: Sith Empire. Former Affiliates: -- Family + Friends Father: Zarath. Mother: Asura. Siblings: n/a. Other Relatives: Kallig (ancestor). Spouses: n/a. Children: n/a. Description Height: 6′4″ Weight: 101 kg. Hair Colour: Black. Eye Colour: Yellow-Gold. skin colour: Red. Any Scars: Facial scars, prominent welts on his back, most likely caused by a whip.  Any Tattoos: n/a. Any Piercings: Silver facial piercings/jewellery.  Other Notable Features: n/a. Random Facts: While still a slave, he worked in his master’s gardens, and developed an affinity for plants. He still practices horticulture as a hobby, and has a fondness for & cultivates poisonous plants. He names them.

haldan;

The Basics Full Name: Haldan Lok Codename or Nickname: Grand Champion. Birth Date: 4th day of the 8th month, 3665 BBY. Birth Place: Imperial Space (on a starship). Species: Human. Organisation/Group: Mandalorians, Eternal Alliance, Sith Empire. Former Affiliates: -- Family + Friends Father: Oden.† Mother: Mira.† Siblings: n/a. Other Relatives: Clan Lok. Spouse Significant Other: Gault Rennow. Children: n/a.  Description Height: 5′9″ Weight: 70 kg. Hair Colour: Blonde.   Eye Colour: Green. Skin colour: Tan. Any Scars: Facial scarring from blaster fire.  Any Tattoos: Prominent facial tattoo. Arm sleeve tattoo of composed of various elements, including a  krayt dragon and Clan Lok’s symbol.  Any Piercings: n/a. Other Notable Features: n/a. Random Facts: He reads a lot of poetry, and his most closely guarded secret is that he also writes a lot of poetry. He has trouble sleeping anywhere other than a starship and has recordings of ship engines/ambience to help him sleep at night when he’s not on a ship.

sedraan;

The Basics Full Name: Sedraan Codename or Nickname: Barsen'thor. Birth Date: 4th day of the 5th month, 3671 BBY. Birth Place: Republic Space (on a starship). Species: Cathar. Organisation/Group: Eternal Alliance, Sith Empire (through the alliance). Former Affiliates: Jedi Order, Galactic Republic, Rift Alliance. Family + Friends Father: Ardo.† Mother: Rihal. Siblings: Rena, Sen, Jari (younger sisters). Other Relatives: Senya Tirall (Mother-in-law). Spouses: Arcann. Children: n/a. Description Height: 6′2″ Weight: 75 kg.  Hair Colour: Black.  Eye Colour: Green. Skin Fur colour: White with black stripes. Any Scars: n/a. Any Tattoos: n/a. Any Piercings: n/a. Other Notable Features: n/a. Random Facts: Sedraan had only vague memories of his family, having been taken into the Jedi Order when he was very young. After he left the Republic to join the Alliance’s fight against Zakuul, he eventually tracked them down and reunited with them. 

janos;

The Basics Full Name: Janos Reslyr Codename or Nickname: The Voidhound. Birth Date: 9th day of the 10th month, 3664 BBY Birth Place: Ryloth.  Species: Twi’lek. Organisation/Group: himself, Eternal Alliance. Former Affiliates: Galactic Republic (briefly). Family + Friends Father: Erado Rix (adoptive father). Mother: n/a. Siblings: n/a. Other Relatives: Satele Shan (mother-in-law) (unfortunately), Jace Malcom (father-in-law)  (less unfortunately). Spouses: Theron Shan. Children: n/a. Description Height: 5′8″ Weight: 65 kg. Hair Colour: n/a.   Eye Colour: Green. Skin colour: Red with black lekku markings. Any Scars: n/a. Any Tattoos: ‘Theron’ tattooed on his left shoulder. Any Piercings: n/a. Other Notable Features: n/a. Random Facts: Ever since he was a child, he has had recurring nightmares involving blurrgs and is thus deathly afraid of them. He never knew his biological parents, and was raised by a pirate, the only family he’d known.  

[arofili]

three houses of the edain ➴ house of haleth ➴ headcanon disclaimer

          Haldad was the son of Halthor the Hunter, and a chieftain of the Haladin. He was not the lord of all his people, but led the largest group of them in the region of Thargelion. Haldad was a strong and brave man, but his focus was less on warfare and more on providing for his people through a pastoral lifestyle. He bore his husband Danhar identical twin children, Haleth and Haldar: the elder a girl, and the younger a man like himself who expressed his true gender as he came of age.           The Haladin lived in relative peace for many years, until one day a swarm of orcs descended upon their settlement without warning. Danhar was one of the first to fall in this assault, and the loss of his husband drove Haldad to act decisively so he might prevent further deaths. This attack came at a time of feasting and gathering for the Haladin, and nearly all their tribes had gathered at the convergence of the rivers of Gelion and Ascar for a festival. Haldad rallied his people, and even those who did not claim him as their chief obeyed his commands.           The battle was fierce and soon turned ill, forcing Haldad into a retreat. At the suggestion of his daughter Haleth, Haldad built a defensive stockade across the rivers just south of the dwarf-ford of Sarn Athrad, where the Haladin endured a bitter siege. At last, their supplies exhausted and no relief in sight, Haldad led a sortie against the attacking orcs, desiring to die in battle rather than starvation. Here he fell, and when his son Haldar rushed out into the field to recover his father’s body, he was slain in turn.           But Haldad’s death would not be in vain, for Haleth his heir remained. She was a woman of great heart and strength, keeping her people alive for seven days, though some gave into despair and cast themselves into the rivers to drown. On the seventh day, Haleth prepared for her own last stand against the orcs as they breached the stockade’s defenses, but just as the Haladin were about to be overwhelmed, a music of trumpets was heard from the north.           At last aid had arrived, unlooked for: Caranthir the Dark, the elven-lord of Thargelion to whom the Haladin paid no tribute, had come riding into battle. He and his warriors slaughtered the remaining orcs, rescuing the surviving Haladin from certain death. Then at last Caranthir saw the valour of Men and extended to Haleth an offer of allegiance and recompense for her fallen kin, if they would but follow him to his estates in the north.           But to Haleth this seemed far too little, far too late. She was proud, unwilling to be guided or ruled, and rejected him, declaring that she would lead her people west as had the other Houses of Men. Offended by her bluntness and yet impressed by her strength of will, Caranthir began a correspondence with Haleth that would lead to further dealings between them.           Haleth led her people to Estolad, the once-great encampment of Men where now only a fraction of Marach’s House dwelt. Here she was proclaimed Chieftain of all the Haladin, and from thence forth they were known also as the House of Haleth in her honor. She took no spouse in all her days, instead raising her young nephew Haldan as her heir, for both his fathers had perished in the battle.           Soon Haleth desired to move further westward, and though most of her people were uneager to leave their new lands they were devoted to their Chieftain and followed her across the rivers of Celon and Aros and into the perilous lands between the Mountains of Terror and the Girdle of Melian. They were unaided by the elves, and despite suffering hardship and loss along the dreadful path Haleth urged her people forward by the strength of her will, until they crossed the Brithiach into the woods of Talath Dirnen.           Some of the Haladin bitterly regretted this journey, but there was no returning by the path they came. Those who could not bear Haleth’s pride left for other lands, some wandering as far as Nargothrond; but those who loved Haleth and remained loyal to her followed her to the Forest of Brethil between the rivers Teiglin and Sirion. In later days many of her scattered folk would return, but the House of Haleth was ever the most disparate of the Edain.           Brethil was in the dominion of King Thingol of Doriath, though it was not within the Girdle of Melian, and unlike Caranthir he was not content to let the Haladin dwell in his realm without leave. But Finrod Felagund, who loved Men, interceded on Haleth’s behalf and obtained the grace of Thingol his kinsman for her, should she and her people defend the Crossing of Teiglin against the orcs. At this condition Haleth laughed bitterly, for she hated orcs more than any other mortal, desiring revenge against those who had devoured her father and brother.           Haleth lived a long and storied life, a proud Chieftain and formidable warrior to the last. She perished in a skirmish against orcs on the banks of the Teiglin at the age of seventy-nine, and the Haladin raised a green mound over her body in the heights of the forest: Tûr Haretha, the Ladybarrow; and it was said at times that a tall shadow would rest flowers on her grave, disappearing like an elf if any mortal dared approach its mourning.

[floralfloyd]

One-shots and Imagines Requests

Below is a list of all the people I write for but I’m always willing to give anything a try if you don’t see your favorite person on there. As for plots, I’m open to anything and will write any kind of plot idea minus smut. 

Band of Brothers

Floyd Talbert

George Luz

Dick Winters

Joe Liebgott

Babe Heffron

Lewis Nixon

Chuck Grant

Harry Welsh

Bill Guarnere

Ronald Spiers

Donald Malarkey

Carwood Lipton

 The Pacific

Robert Leckie

Bill ‘Hoosier’ Smith – willing to do Jacob Pitts too

Eugene Sledge

Sidney Philips

Andrew ‘Ack  Ack’ Haldane

Bohemian Rhapsody Cast 

Gwilym Lee - all characters including Brian May

Queen

Brian May 

John Deacon

Pink Floyd

David Gilmour 

Rick Wright

Nick Mason

[rosiebrie]

Random galra kiddo doodles from the past month. Y'know. I should actually go fuckin learn how to draw one of these days.

[georgieluz]

Hey

do you write any fan fictions? If so do you think you could give us a little overview of what you’re currently working on? No pressure.

hello! thanks for the ask, i do indeed write fic! ofc i can give you an overview of what i'm working on atm :) i tried to not make this too long as it's just an overview, but feel free to ask me to expand on any of these! i do actually wanna talk more about my fic but i just never know if people wanna read posts about it or just wait until i upload the fic itself. do people want extracts? information about aus? character stuff? idk??? lemme know if you wanna know more, i'm chucking in a read more too bc it got a bit long

a hbo war f1 au. [working title: you're crashing, but you're no wave]. okay, so this is probably the biggest scale thing i'm working on atm. it's multi-chaptered and atm i've been writing it in an almost serialised format, since it's got quite a few narrative strands and numerous characters from both band of brothers and the pacific. i probably would have included some gen kill characters too, but i hadn't watched the show when i was planning and starting to write this, and i don't wanna add too much more into it, so i've stopped myself. i've written a lot for this one and i'm considering posting a few chapters soon. if you wanna know about any character's role in this one feel free to send me another ask because i'd love to talk about them more!! some are drivers (we've got rookies, seasoned drivers, eight-time world champions, the lot!!), some are behind the pit wall in management and engineering roles, some are retired drivers, etc etc. but yeah, it's andy haldane's final season before he plans to retire and let's just say the racing world has decided it's going to be the most chaotic yet! i'll drop some clues about what it entails: snafu and liebgott scrapping their way into weekly dnfs until one of them is kicked from the team. rookie driver eugene sledge having to deal with the consequences. webster somehow making it into his dream team with his dream teammate, yet, his focus remains on beating one person and one person alone. eddie jones is the very successful (and very hot) team principal of andy's rival team. hoosier is there being his usual self. leckie is the f1 journo who somehow knows everything about everyone and boy, the fans love it. we also have the much-loved fan favourite george luz and his race day engineer carwood lipton! retired-world-champion-now-team-principal dick winters and his ex-teammate boyfriend lewis nixon! and i also have a fair few OCs for this au, they aren't written romantically with any of the boys though, but i love them a lot! i might do a post about them later.

next up, is my k-company space pirates au! [working title: one way trigger (step inside the sun)] ok so it probably won't sound very piratey right now, but stick with me, ok? this is actually the one i'm enjoying writing the most right now. i've drafted all the chapters (6-8 depending on whether i cut this one incident or not) and i've written a lot for this too, so i'll probably be posting this one first. very basic synopsis: eddie jones is an expert in data retrieval. eddie jones is also on the run, and a very, very wanted man. maybe the most wanted fugitive in the galaxy. through an unfortunate twist of fate, romus burgin has been dragged along for the ride. andy haldane was a highly respected intergalactic officer, a captain loved by his men and the authorities above them alike. he also risked it all to aid in their escape. now, he's harbouring them both on his grandfather's old and battered ship, picking up a small ragtag team along the way. whilst they're trying to lay low, a distress call, with a code embedded into the message, is sent directly to the ship. one of the team recognises the code and realises it could only have come from one other person in the whole universe, someone asking for his help, someone he could never say no to. it's the worst time, possibly ever, for them to go on a rescue mission but somehow that's what they're doing.

then we have, an early 2000s battle of the bands au. this is mostly band of brothers, but a few people from one company in the pacific does have a role in the narrative, i'll leave that as a surprise though. basically, george luz enters his newly formed garage band into the campus annual battle of the bands competition, certain that they have a decent enough chance at winning. his bandmates disagree. especially after they see who they're up against. this is actually my other favourite to write at the moment! maybe even more so than the k-company space pirates one. it's a chaptered fic, but i'm trying to keep it contained and not super super long. i'm hoping to keep it at around 6-8 chapters max, but i have a bad habit of not sticking to my drafts, so we'll see. but yeah, i'm having a lot of fun with this and feel free to ask me about who the band members are and other roles that other characters will have!

call it fate, call it karma. aka, my 'eddie jones made it home from the war, but andy haldane did not' oneshot. i'm almost finished writing it, i just have a fair bit of editing to finish up.

the ballroom extravaganza. my winnix spy au! the intelligence officer to secret agent pipeline is too real and lew must suffer the consequences, i'm afraid! i've got this drafted and partially written as a two-shot but it's begging to be expanded on, so i've got it waiting in limbo right now, whilst i decide what i'm gonna do. someone make the decision for me please?

i have two male OCs that i've written for liebgott and nixon, if you wanna know more about them then i'm happy to talk about them and introduce them, but i'm not sure how much people would wanna know so i'll wait.

i have another OC based off a friend that i'm almost finished writing a thing for, i just have to change some things to fit the overall series better.

i also have a silly little thing that i wrote up bc i got depressed and hyperfixated on the tv show bondi rescue for the last two weeks resulting in me basically planning a whole bondi rescue lifeguard au for the pacific boys. i have no idea if anyone other than me would be into that so it'll probably stay in my scrivener files lmao

then i just have some vague gen kill things partially planned but they need a lot more work before they see the light of day lmao. but yes, they're all fucking bradnate. apart from the one bradnatemike thing that my brain begged me to consider, which i promptly gave in to right away.

anyway, sorry i know that was supposed to be an overview but it turned into a very long overview. oops.

[sanerontheinside]

A perfect balance of things, title prompt

@aidava, @skyywalkerfen, @kettish, @meggory84what if: Qui-Gon Jinn, after seeing his second Padawan Fall on Telos, makes it his mission to dismantle Offworld Corp and all of its operations. In the process, he comes to Bandomeer to negotiate a deal and a plan that will eventually force Offworld to leave and give the Meerians control over their revitalised world. Meanwhile, Master Haldane Juo of the AgCorps and various other persons lend an ear to Jinn’s troubles, and help him find a place on Bandomeer. Eventually, Master Haldane convinces Jinn to stay and watch over AgCorps efforts, effectively installing Master Jinn as the Watcher over the Bandomeer System. More or less against Qui-Gon’s will, this influence and responsibility creeps out to cover a vast part of the Meerian Sector over the years, as well. 

Offworld remains a thorn in his side, however, constantly skirting the terms of the agreement and insisting that they are doing nothing illegally while calmly murdering hundreds of slaves in their mines. A decade later Master Jinn is strapped for time and spread thin across the system, doing his level best to bring Offworld to justice, and happens back to Bandomeer just in time to learn of a certain missing Jedi Initiate… 

Part 1 under cut, more pending… 

He feels… nice. Warm and hazy, and dry for once. His head hurts, but not so much as to be unbearable. Obi-Wan could almost believe he’s back in the Temple’s Halls of Healing, but for the fact that the ward had never felt like this. It’s peaceful, yes. But the air is cool and fresh on his face, and it smells like rain and green things.

Obi-Wan lets himself float free on quiet Force ripples, slow and soft, revels in the humid breeze, in the quiet patter of the rain.

He doesn’t remember much about how he got here. He remembers the mine, Guerra the Phindian. He remembers being thrown from the mining platform, to find the Guerra really had meant to help him, though at that point it had been entirely unclear how they’d ever get back to land from the outpost in the middle of the ocean. They were both exhausted beyond belief already—after weeks of hard labour with little food, swimming miles of choppy, cold grey ocean water was as much a death sentence as being thrown from the platform.

More surprising, though, was the arrival of a tall Jedi Master. He’d had taken them both back to the mainland. Guerra had bailed at the first sign of trouble, unsurprisingly, but even Obi-Wan couldn’t blame the Phindian. He, too, would have preferred to avoid du Crion’s particular brand of trouble. Being locked in a mine with a sabotaged ventilation system, slowly suffocating noxious gases—and set to explode for good measure—none of that had fit into Obi-Wan’s understanding of AgriCorps workdays. At least he’d remembered about the ionite.

Then there was that Jedi. The man who’d given Obi-Wan an utterly horrified look when he offered to open the door with the slave collar. He’d forced the door, disabled the bomb with Obi-Wan’s assistance, then wrapped Obi-Wan in his thick robe and carried him out of the mines.

And to think, standing on the edge of that platform only hours before, Obi-Wan hadn’t thought that anyone would come looking for him.

“What sort of Master would I be, if I lost track of my young ones, hm?” a soft, deep voice asks him.

Obi-Wan shifts, finding his limbs heavy. He turns his head, and finds the tall Jedi Master peering over his datapad at Obi-Wan with a glimmer in his eye.

Amusement curls warm and playful in the Force currents around Obi-Wan, and he begins to wonder if he’s totally lost his mind, along with his mobility. Wouldn’t be unlike anyone else, he thinks to himself, in answer to the man’s mirthful (if obviously rhetorical) question.

The tall Jedi sobers quickly. “Then that is your first lesson, young one,” he said gently, and not at all unkindly. “I’m not merely ‘anyone else’.”

There is a fractional hesitation in which Obi-Wan’s sluggish brain manages to wonder who it is that he’s talking to. Then, the answer: “I am Qui-Gon Jinn.”

Right. The Jedi Master overseeing this outpost. Or was it this whole sector?

The moment hangs in silence between them, heavy with some sort of meaning Obi-Wan can’t fathom. “Shields,” he says, or tries to. It comes out as not much more than a dry and reedy rasp.

The Master only smiles. “It’s all right, little Padawan, you’re on some very good drugs.”

Obi-Wan frowns back at him. What would he be doing on Bandomeer if he were someone’s Padawan? “M’not a Padawan.” Not little, he wants to add. Not because he isn’t, though. It’s just the principle of the thing.

Qui-Gon’s smile hovers between troubled and helplessly charmed. That’s nice, that he finds Obi-Wan charming. At least there’s someone on this rock who doesn’t seem to dislike him, or doesn’t care about him at all.

Well, that is definitely a troubled look on the Master’s face now. Obi-Wan shrinks back a little guiltily, realising yet again belatedly that his shields are alarmingly low, perhaps even nonexistent.

Qui-Gon shakes his head. “Hush now, don’t fret about that. Tell me, Little One, what happened to your Master?”

Obi-Wan curls into himself tighter. “They didn’t want me at the Temple, so they sent me here.” A washed out Initiate whom nobody wanted. That’s all he is, in the end. Might even have died in that mine, were it not for Master Jinn keeping watch for all his little ducklings.

“You’re not thirteen yet,” Jinn says softly, and there’s something broken in his voice, and endlessly gentle.

Obi-Wan finally realises, then, that the nice feeling lulling him back to sleep is the Master’s hand in his hair, carding gentle fingers through it and scratching lightly at his scalp. He can’t help but reflexively arch into it. “No,” he says, though it isn’t much more than a pleased little whimper.

Master Jinn sighs. “Sleep, Obi-Wan.”

Qui-Gon Jinn barely remembers arriving on Bandomeer. He remembers very little of what happened after Telos, actually. The only thing that matters in any tangible, significant way is that he’d failed his Padawan, and Xan—Xan, his beautiful, clever, mischievous imp of a Padawan, had turned into something wild and desperate and Dark.

Qui-Gon still thinks about the years of training clamouring in his ears in that moment—the moment his Padawan took Crion’s broken ring from the flames and pressed the searing-hot metal to his cheek. His training, from crèche tales to galactic history to archived scripts and treatises on philosophy, all of it demanded the Fallen be killed. But it was Xan standing in front of him, with desperate rage and sheer desolation in his eyes.

Qui-Gon could never kill his Padawan. He does not know how anyone could ask it of a Master. Perhaps the broken look in Xanatos’s eyes, too, had begged for it, he now thinks. A cold shudder creeps down his spine at the very idea, but…

It doesn’t absolve him, and it never will. In his dreams and on his worst nights, Qui-Gon faces a Dark and twisted thing that bears the likeness of his Padawan but is not him—is even less like him than the Xanatos he faced on Telos that day—and still, he cannot bring himself to kill it. But the memory of the look in those brilliant night-blue eyes, it whispers to Qui-Gon now of something else. As though Xanatos found himself in the role of an unwilling observer, unable to regain control.

Coercion. Control.

Impossible. Qui-Gon sensed no other Force presence on Telos, knew of no one who could be capable of pushing past Xan’s shields and tearing away his control.

Or is it just improbable?

Qui-Gon has come close, several times, to the uncharitable thought that Master Yoda had knowingly sent Xanatos to Telos to Fall. He always cuts it off quickly. That isn’t fair, Qui-Gon tells himself. Master Yoda had only ever mentioned a potential; there was the possibility that Xanatos might Fall, but never a certainty. Yet the Grandmaster had known, and he’d been fairly certain that the potential had something to do with Telos…

How could it be that there was no way to prevent Xanatos from suffering such a fate? Qui-Gon still asks himself that question time and again, desperately struggling to wrap his head around it. If Yoda was so concerned over Xan’s attachment to Telos, he should never have sent the boy into the hands of a father Xan would never impress. A man who would only express his—empty, unsatisfying—approval for his son so long as he could use him.

Use him, Crion did. He used Xan’s brilliance, his diplomatic training, Xan’s carefully cultivated political and corporate connections, and even the shadier, criminal sort. In his lowest, darkest moments, Qui-Gon had never hated his Padawan. But he’d indulged in the feeling more than once when it came to Crion, never with greater satisfaction than when he’d discovered that Crion had exploited Xan’s ability to bend minds.

It’s easier to say it now, with the wisdom of years past. Qui-Gon hadn’t known the full extent of Xan’s need to impress Crion, to show his father that he was worthy of the name. He’d been fully aware of what sort of person Crion was, though, and had put a great deal of effort into keeping him away from his Padawan. In retrospect, Qui-Gon had catastrophically underestimated his Padawan’s attachment—not to his father, but to the idea of him. Surely that could have been dealt with, at least mitigated, before sending the boy to his Trials?

Ten years ago, Qui-Gon would have blamed himself for not thinking of it. Now, he watches over a sleeping Initiate in a quiet ward in the Ag center, and wonders yet again at his Grandmaster’s choices.

When Obi-Wan wakes again, he wakes to a cool sea-salt breeze. It’s bewildering. He wonders where he is on the mining platform that there would be a refreshing breeze, where someone could sleep wrapped in softness and warmth, rather than a body-chilling, razor-sharp wind and wet spray. It’s too quiet, none of the pained curses he’d been hearing for days, none of the noises of the machinery far below.

Then Obi-Wan opens his eyes to bright morning light, brighter than anything on the platform, and remembers. He’s in a med ward, and the Twi’lek eyeing him speculatively is the head Healer for Bandomeer’s AgCorps techs and specialists. Her eyes are golden, her skin is ochre-red and freckled, and her smile is sharp and gap-toothed. “Oh good, you’re awake.”

Obi-Wan swallows, or tries to, only to discover that his throat is dry as dust. This discovery sets off a horrible wracking coughing fit and leaves him with an aching head, ribs, and a startled, worried Healer.

It’s another day before he’s allowed to leave, and disappointingly, he sleeps through most of it. Giza wakes him for meals—or attempts at them, anyway. Once or twice Obi-Wan thinks he can sense Master Jinn, but it’s hard to tell. His control is next to nonexistent, and the Master’s presence is a gentle calm on the fringes of Obi-Wan’s awareness. It’s the sort of serenity Obi-Wan can only dream of ever attaining, and he craves it, stretches for it like one of the plants he was supposed to be tending to here.

So when he’s finally free to leave the Healer’s care, when Obi-Wan seeks out Qui-Gon Jinn, it’s not only that he has no quarters, no direction, nor any assigned role on Bandomeer. It’s also a craving for the sort of peace he remembers feeling in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, woven together with the unqualified acceptance he’s only ever felt from Jinn.

When Obi-Wan asks, Giza tells him that he’ll most likely find the Master in the greenhouse gardens, so that is where he goes.

The greenhouse gardens are beautiful. Most of them house carefully tended tuber plants, species with edible roots and fruits, and some sprawling vines—foodstuffs for the facility, and what had originally served as the progenitor plants for Bandomeer’s revitalised crop. The feel of the place rushes at him as he enters, so full of green and vibrantly bright that Obi-Wan almost can’t breathe; and then he can’t breathe it in enough.

Qui-Gon is further in the gardens, in one of the most distant sections. When Obi-Wan finally makes it there, his muscles are trembling with exhaustion. He finds himself surrounded by tea plants, the smell of them rich and pleasant. The object of Obi-Wan’s search is sitting in their midst, sunk into the Force around him. Qui-Gon all but glows with it, so much so that Obi-Wan stops, afraid to disturb his peace.

“Don’t be shy,” Qui-Gon says softly. “Come closer, Little One.”

Obi-Wan starts. Qui-Gon hadn’t even opened his eyes. He stares, but Qui-Gon still doesn’t move, so he inches forward. When the Master doesn’t react, he steels himself and comes yet closer.

It isn’t until he’s standing right in front of the kneeling Master that Qui-Gon opens his eyes, and smiles at him. “Hello,” he says, very softly, and Obi-Wan’s stomach does something funny. “Meditate with me?”

Really, what else is there to do. “Thank you, Master.”

Qui-Gon smiles at him and says nothing. Which is just as well, Obi-Wan thinks, chafing just the slightest bit at the fact that Master Jinn still calls him “little”.

Then again, the man is very tall. Obi-Wan finds that he cannot sustain his irritation, and tries to assure himself that almost everyone is shorter than Master Jinn, and that’s really all there is to it.

He must be moving too slowly for the Master’s liking, for Jinn reaches for him with one large, warm hand that wraps around his arm and dwarfs it in that single gesture. A gentle nudge turns Obi-Wan around before Jinn tugs him down. Obi-Wan automatically folds his legs under him, nearly collapses in place, and yet Qui-Gon supports him and folds his arms and his robe protectively around Obi-Wan.

It’s so comforting, so gentle that it’s almost painful, and the last of Obi-Wan’s reserves crumple away at the touch. His head aches, and he is tired, and he would give everything to just give up and let someone else decide his fate for a while. Sure, the last time he’d done that, Obi-Wan had ended up on Bandomeer. But here, wrapped in the presence of this giant of a Jedi, he feels safe enough to choose to do so. Obi-Wan matches his breathing to the rhythm of the chest he’s folded up against, and lets himself sink into the flow of the Force.