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call-sign-shark · 1 year ago

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Bird of A Feather || Peaky Blinders x OCs

A short story for the wonderful @evita-shelby inspired by her moodboard gift Bird of A Feather.

Words: less than 1k

TW: Tommy and Heaven together (this is real warning for any HYE reader😂), allusions to drugs, overdose and sex. Ethical slur because of the show. Also this is not proof read, we die like men.

Notes: Reference to this chapter of HYE.

None of this was supposed to happen.

It was what Heaven thought when she watched her own reflection in the mirror of the ridiculously expensive suite's bathroom Mr. Shelby had booked for their stay in Boston. As she reflected on her new life, her slender fingers nervously tried to untangle the long gold and diamond earring chain Tommy had gifted her prior the trip. The vortex of her raging thoughts was so wild that she didn't hear the door opening, nor the husky and charming voice that called her name. Her body suddenly jerked when she felt one strong yet warm hand resting on her shoulder — She turned around in one vivid movement, the angelic complexions of her face only relaxing when they met with familiar turquoise eyes.

"Are you ready?" Tommy asked, one of his brow slightly arched as his piercing and ice-cold iris carefully observed the white-haired woman's features.

"Almost, but I can't seem to get rid out of this damn knot."

"Let me check." Three words again, said with the same collected tone whose deep and sultry voice sent shivers down her spine. Without wasting more saliva, Tommy brought his hands to the jewel and started to untangle it. "Don't you like it?" He broke the silence, "You always wear gold, but diamonds make a delightful echo to your crystal eyes." The thought of Tommy noticing such trivial details about her still felt odd considering how profound their mutual hatred had been for years. But Lizzie taking the kids had given them a little push.

"I do." She reassured, offering him a faint smile. They were so close that she could feel the heat radiating off him, as well as the elegant fragrances of his cologne tingling her nostrils.

"So why do you look so unhappy, ay?" He finally succeed in rearranging her earring, his calloused fingers gently grazing her reddened earlobe before finding rest on one of her cold cheeks. Tenderly. Lovingly.

"I'm just a bit anxious. I always hated big gatherings, let alone when the whole crowd is made of political figures, rich heirs and nobs." The way her lips pouted and her expression turned into a childish one as she pressed her face harder against his comforting palm snatched an amused snort from him, and yet… Tommy understood — her wild soul belonged to the forest and mountains no matter the expensive jewels and finest, seductive dresses. Heaven was not cut for this hypocritical world. The gangster leaned over her dainty frame and brought his face closer until their fiery breathe mixed and their nose touched.

“Think of them as your stupid little preys, just like you did in the forest. You might be on their territory but you are the predator here, and they should be the ones quivering with fear. Not you.” He pronounced this in intoxicating whispers that manage to lull her anxiety — or maybe it was because she was focusing on how his breath had quickened now that their mouths were so close. Batting her eyelashes, the white witch slowly nodded: they would be the real menace of the whole ballroom. Tommy drowned himself in the frost desert of her eyes for a bit, his thumb slightly pulling her fleshy lower lip down, “And if it is not enough, remember that I’ll stay by your side and keep you out of sorrow.” As he concluded, his placid face split in a wide and fierce grin that showcased his teeth. A genuine Tommy Shelby’s smile, scarcer than the rarest gem.

“And I’ll keep you out of it too.” She replied, mirroring his smile but with a more moderate one.

“That’s it, Devil.” He affectionately called the petite witch before his sweet liquored lips crashed against hers, the whisky taste blinding all her other senses and making the world outside fade to black. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, surges of electricity cursing through her body as the infamous gangster deepened the embrace. Amidst the chaos they had left behind in Birmingham they stood, his free hand pressing on her lower back to pull her closer until his strong chest flattened her small breast and every of their curves fit snugly altogether. After all that separated them, Tommy had finally won: his brother’s beloved angel belonged to him and only him… Conquered and with her wings pinned, Heaven forgot how wrong it felt and gave in, her tongue shyly waltzing with her old enemy’s. With that wicked brother-in-law she wished to see dead not that long ago. When their mouth parted and Heaven tried to break the embrace to go back dolling herself up, Tommy grabbed her wrist firmly, pupils dilated with pride and lust.

“No. Kiss me again.” His husky voice ordered.

The whole party was probably the most boring one she had ever attended and to make her evening worst, Americans proved that their awful tastes also encompassed alcohol. Not the smallest bottle of red wine had been put on tables, only dry and bitter champagne they were proud to show off as if it was the pinnacle of the French culture. Heaven winced after the first sip and immediately put the glass back where she had taken it, hoping no one had notice her bad manners — she definitely wasn’t one of them, and navigating among the upper-class crowd was not as easy as Tommy made it look. Her mind started to form the words “Arthur would never…” but soon her heart tightened in her chest and she forced herself to chase away the thought of her beloved former husband. “Arthur is not here anymore.” Tommy’s voice echoed in her head. In truth, the lanky gangster had stopped being there the moment he relapsed in drug again, trading cocaine for opium. It had been too much and, loyal to her principles, Heaven left. Never ever she would have imagined that Arthur would be found months later in the Chinese quarters with a syringe in his arm, devoid of life. And while she was spitefully musing over and over again on these cursed memories, two vicious pair of eyes stared at her.

“She looks like she’s about to murder everyone here.” A bewitching feminine voice resounded, catching the attention of the tall American man standing next to her, “I like that.” Eva added, bringing the fine crystal of her glass to her blood-red lips to sip the fancy cocktail she had ordered. At her words, Jack’s mouth curled in a shark-like smile, the scar on his upper lip stretching as he did.

“And she’s hot.” He said, the couple giving each other a conspiratorial glance, “That’s what you were about to say, weren’t you, Goddess?” His manly hand discreetly slipped from her lower back to her ass, grabbing one of her cheeks firmly. Eva snort in reply, side-eying her cheeky husband before focusing her attention on the delicate but wild angel that was impatiently waiting for Tommy to come back from his smoke outside. Lost in her contemplation for a short while, the Mexican witch wondered how such a seraph-looking creature could wear a stare that cold. How could she radiate off something that… Unsettling? Anxiety-inducing? Threatening? She couldn’t even find the right word.

“Feeling sinful, Daddy?” The Mexican beauty, sublimed by an overtly expensive red dress, cooed with a sultry tone that would have turned the meanest man to a brainless drooling dog.

“With you? Always, Goddess.” He winked at her before leaning for a kiss on her temple but a few seconds later the two future presidential couple saw their new associate coming back to the ballroom and heading straight to the lonely white-haired brat, “So you were right, she’s Thomas Shelby’s sweetheart. The Gypsie bastard got himself a fucking pretty pussy.”

“A witch.” Eva corrected, her tone stricter as she pronounced the word, “And he’s rather handsome too. Both are highly fuckable.” She mused, her dark eyes never leaving the newlyweds.

“Well, let me introduce you to them then! After all, we’re in business together now.” Jack suggested, burying his nose in his wife’s long dark hair to relish on her enchanting perfume. Fuck — if they weren’t that busy he would have ruined her cunt in another room right now.

“Excellent idea, Jack. Introduce me to them.” Eva emphasizes on the word, finally looking at the tall American with the flames of sin dancing in her evil eyes. It was all it took for Jack to understand his wife’s intentions… And they were in total harmony with his. “I hope we could officialize our partnership with them in a more intimate and fun way than just a handshake.” As possessive as they were together — as possessive as the English and French mirror facing them — Eva foresaw their agreement about her perverse suggestion, but the truth was there was no need to be a clairvoyant witch for guessing right.

The four of them were all sinners.

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biggerbetterbat · 2 months ago

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WITH YOU II | [21] A BRAND-NEW BEGINNING

Daryl Dixon x oc!Charlie

Summary: The aftermath of the lineup. Everything and everyone the group knew, is now shattered. It’s the beginning of a new era. Charlie meets someone from her past, and her world is upside down once again.

Words: 3.651

Warnings: death, violence, language

Song: Tom Odell - Another Love

A/N: I’m extremely excited to share this Act with you. This part of the story I had planned for the longest time, and now I can finally show it to you.

Enjoy!

The first rays of dawn pierced through the trees, casting an eerie light on the horrific scene. The forest was still, the air thick with a silence that felt unnatural, as though the world itself was holding its breath. Charlie knelt on the cold, hard ground, her knees aching from the pressure, but her mind barely registered the discomfort. Her eyes were glued to the earth in front of her, unwilling to take in the full scope of the carnage around her.

Mom, dad, Finn, Will, Luke, Pete, Amy, Jim, Jacquie, Otis, Sophia, Dale, Shane, Patricia, Jimmy, Lori, T-Dog, Oscar, Axel, Merle, Andrea, Zach, Patrick, Hershel, Mika, Lizzie, Bob, Beth, Tyreese, Noah, Deanna, Denise, Abraham, Glenn.

Her gaze flickered briefly to what remained of Glenn, and she felt something inside her break. Abraham's bold, defiant words still echoed in her ears—the last remnants of his unbreakable spirit. A sob threatened to rise in her throat, but she swallowed it down, too terrified and exhausted to cry. Her body felt like it was betraying her, but the fear had drained all the energy from her bones.

The distant rumble of an engine echoed through the still forest, sending a shiver down her spine. She turned slowly, her body numb as she watched the familiar silhouette of the RV appear from between the trees. Her heart sank like a stone. Negan was back.

Rick stumbled out of the RV, pushed roughly by Negan. His face was pale, his eyes hollow—he looked like a man who had been to hell and back. Negan followed him, swinging Lucille over his shoulder with a smirk that twisted Charlie's stomach.

"Miss me?" Negan called out, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. His eyes swept over the group like a predator surveying its prey, the gleam of satisfaction sickening. "This trip was about the way you looked at me. I wanted you to understand," Negan said to Rick, shaking his head. "But you're still looking at me the same damn way... like I shit in your scrambled eggs. That's not gonna work. Should I give you another chance?"

Rick's broken voice answered, "Yeah... Ye-Yes."

Negan's grin widened as he gestured with Lucille. "All right. And here it is... the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads."

Charlie dropped her gaze to the blood-soaked earth beneath her knees. The cold barrel of a gun pressed against the back of her head, the metal biting into her skin. The sensation should have terrified her, but all she felt was a numb, hollow coldness. Glenn was dead. Abraham was dead. What more could they do to her?

But she regretted asking herself that question the moment she heard Negan's next command.

"Kid... Right here."

Her heart seized in her chest as she looked up, her gaze locking on Carl. He was kneeling just a few feet away, his face set in grim defiance. Charlie's heart ached as she watched him—Carl, who had grown up too fast in this unforgiving world. He didn't flinch as Negan's gaze settled on him, but Charlie could feel the fear that must have been coursing through him.

Negan wrapped his belt around Carl's left arm, pulling it tight, and her stomach churned. She wanted to scream, to leap forward, but the gun pressed against her head was a sharp reminder of what could happen if she moved.

"Get down on the ground, kid, next to Daddy."

Carl complied without hesitation, lying beside Rick. Charlie's heart shattered at the sight. Even with the pain and fear etched into his young features, boy still tried to stay strong. His silent bravery only made the situation more unbearable.

"Rick, I want to take your axe..." Negan said, pulling the words out slowly, like they were a sick joke.

"No, please..." Charlie whispered, barely audible, her voice trembling. The gun pressed harder against her head.

"Cut your son's left arm off. Right on that line," Negan continued with cold detachment. "Now, I know. I get it. You need to process it. But I'm gonna need you to do it, or else all these people are gonna die. Then Carl dies. And the people at home. And then you... eventually."

"You don't have to do this," Michonne spoke up, her voice tight with barely contained emotion. She was saying what Charlie wanted to scream, but fear kept her frozen.

"You understand!" he mocked, pointing at Michonne. "She understands! They understand! Yeah. I'm not sure Rick does."

Charlie watched as Rick crumbled, tears falling freely from his eyes, his entire body shaking. Her own tears threatened to fall, but she clenched her jaw, forcing them back. She couldn't break—not now. But as Negan continued to toy with them, as Rick knelt over Carl, axe in hand, Charlie felt herself reaching her limit.

"Rick!" Negan barked. "Not making a decision is a big decision!"

The tension in the air was unbearable, suffocating. Charlie couldn't stand it anymore. Her heart was tearing in two, and before she realized what she was doing, she cried out, "Rick, do something!"

"Woah!" Negan called and pointed at her with Lucille. "Do I need to remind you what happens if you don't comply?"

Charlie's breath caught in her throat as she looked up, her eyes locking with Negan's for the first time. It was as if electricity ran down her body. His gaze was sharp, almost predatory, but there was something else there too—a terrifying glint of amusement, as if he relished every ounce of pain and fear radiating from the group.

Among everything, he was a leader. Under his gaze she felt exposed, vulnerable, her fear laid bare in front of him. The intensity of his gaze made her feel small, like a prey caught in the crosshairs of a hunter.

Her eyes flickered downward, unable to bear the weight of Negan's gaze any longer. The sight of Glenn and Abraham's lifeless bodies twisted her stomach, the fresh blood still staining the earth like a gruesome reminder of the horror they had just endured. She felt a cold wave of nausea wash over her, but more than that, an overwhelming sense of sorrow for Carl. The boy had been through so much already, and now he was being forced to face this unimaginable cruelty.

Her heart clenched in fear. Carl didn't deserve this. He was just a kid, thrust into a world of violence and death, and now he was being pushed to the breaking point. She could see the strain in his face, the way his jaw tightened and his eyes hardened, trying to be brave for everyone. But beneath it all, she could sense the fear, the uncertainty.

"Good," Negan said, a sinister grin spreading across his face. "Now, are you gonna make me count? Okay! I am counting!"

Tears streamed down Charlie's face, the dirt and blood beneath her knees. Rick, once a symbol of unshakable strength, was now broken beside her, his own tears mingling with the grime on his face. Her heart shattered at the sight of him—this man, their leader, now utterly defeated and ready to comply with the unthinkable. As Rick steeled himself for what Negan had ordered, the man's voice cut through the air once again, dripping with twisted authority.

"Rick, you answer to me," Negan's voice was casual but commanding, a tone that sent chills down her spine. "You provide for me. You belong to me. Right?"

Rick, trembling, nodded.

"Speak when you're spoken to!"

"Provide for you. Right," his voice cracked, barely a whisper.

Negan smiled, satisfied with the broken man in front of him. "We did this... together. Even the dead guys on the ground!" His gaze flicked to Glenn and Abraham's lifeless bodies. "Hell, they get the spirit award from me. Today was a productive damn day!"

As he stood tall, his words seemed to hang in the air like a death sentence. "Things have changed, and I hope, for all of your sake, that you get it now." Turning to Dwight, he ordered, "Ah, Dwight... load him up."

Charlie's heart pounded as she saw Dwight roughly seize Daryl, dragging him towards the truck. Fear surged through her, nearly paralyzing, but instinct took over. She couldn't stand by. She couldn't lose someone else. Tears blurred her vision as she watched, her chest tightening with panic.

"No!" Charlie screamed, her voice raw. "Leave him alone! Leave him alone!"

Her voice was drowned out by the chaos, a futile plea in the storm of despair. But then, Negan's voice broke through the tumult like a crack of thunder.

"Stop!" Negan's bellow halted everyone in their tracks. His frustration was palpable, his face contorted in rage. "How many people have to die for you to understand the rules?" He groaned, rubbing his eyes like this whole massacre was an inconvenience. Then, opening his eyes, he pointed Lucille directly at Charlie.

Her blood turned to ice.

"I've changed my mind," Negan declared, his voice chillingly calm now. His dark eyes locked onto hers, a twisted grin curling his lips. "Her."

Charlie's breath caught in her throat as Dwight released Daryl and turned his predatory gaze toward her. She stumbled backward, her heart pounding with renewed terror. "No!" she screamed, her voice breaking as she tried to fight the inevitable. "Let me go!"

Her body thrashed in desperation, but Dwight's grip was unrelenting. She felt the strength drain from her limbs as she fought against him, her mind spinning with fear and helplessness. The world around her faded into the background, the voices of her friends desperate but distant.

"No," she heard Andy's weak voice. "No. No! NO!" he screamed and probably tried to reach her, because then came the sound of ruffled clothes and his groans.

Negan's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as he knelt beside Rick, almost conversational. "I like her. I like her a lot. She's mine now."

He leaned closer to Rick, his voice dripping with menace. "But you still want to try something? Not today, not tomorrow...." He smiled darkly. "Not today, not tomorrow, I'll cut pieces off of—"

"Charlie..." Rick's whisper barely escaped his lips.

"And I really don't want to hurt such a pretty girl. But you push me, and I'll bring her right to you... and make you do it for me."

Charlie's world shattered around her as she felt the cold grip of fate tighten. There was no escaping it now. There was no plan or person that would miraculously come and save them. Save her. Negan had claimed her, and the nightmare had only just begun.

Negan patted Rick on the back, as if they were old friends, and once again stood up.

"Welcome to a brand-new beginning, you sorry shits!"

The journey to the Sanctuary felt like a descent into darkness, every jolt of the van a reminder of how far she was from the life she once knew. The life she just created for herself. Charlie sat in the back, alone with her thoughts and the traumatizing memories of the night before. Tears threatened to spill again, but fear kept her silent. Any sound, any weakness, could cost her dearly. The van rattled along the desolate roads, each mile a bitter reminder of her helplessness.

When the vehicle finally screeched to a halt, Charlie's heart began to race. The doors swung open, and she squinted against the sudden burst of sunlight. Her pulse quickened as she stepped out onto the dusty ground of the Sanctuary, uncertainty gnawing at her insides.

"We're home," Dwight said with a detached finality.

Every instinct screamed at her to fight, to rebel, but fear gripped her too tightly. Her body was exhausted from kneeling for so long and drained from emotions she experienced. And wrong move meant death. It wasn't Shane or the Governor, Negan and his people were the force you can't beat alone. She had to be careful.

As she glanced around, the sight of the Sanctuary sent a shiver through her. The walls loomed high and oppressive, casting long shadows over everything in sight. This was no community, no safe haven—it was a fortress of despair, built on brutality.

Her breath caught as she turned her back to building, to the sound of moaning. She almost gasped and took a step closer in that direction.

The cries of the living mingled with the grotesque groans of the dead, a sickening dance of terror. Alive people were trying to fight the dead, eventually getting bitten and turning into monsters. Charlie felt her stomach lurch as the horrifying realization hit her.

"Impressive, right?" Dwight's voice was cold, as though this macabre spectacle were just another form of entertainment. "He likes a bit of fun."

A wave of anger surged through Charlie, her fists clenching at her sides. How could anyone find amusement in such horror? But before she could respond, a familiar voice cut through the chaos.

"What do we have here?"

Charlie froze. The voice—so familiar it sent a chill down her spine—made her heart stop. For a fleeting moment, she dared to hope, dared to imagine the impossible. She was too far from Atlanta, and it had been so long since the outbreak. Her brothers couldn't have survived this long... could they? But the sound of that voice was undeniable, even if her mind screamed that it had to be a trick of her trauma-soaked imagination.

She turned slowly, her movements hesitant, anticipation swirling in her chest. And then her breath caught in her throat.

It wasn't a stranger standing before her.

His face was worn, marked by years of hardship, his eyes darkened by the things he had seen. He seemed taller now, more muscular than she remembered, his body hardened by survival. His once-short blonde hair had grown wild and unruly, and a scruffy beard framed his strong jaw. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips, his focus entirely on lighting it.

Tears welled in Charlie's eyes. She took an instinctive step forward, her body moving before her mind could catch up. But she stopped, as if afraid her hope would shatter if she moved too fast.

The man looked up. His eyes widened in disbelief, the cigarette nearly slipping from his lips. His gaze locked on her face, scanning it as though trying to analyze the image before him. For a moment, time stood still. There were no words, no explanations—just shock, disbelief, and something deeper that flickered in both their eyes.

Then, without a word, he moved toward her, and Charlie fell into his arms. His embrace was strong, protective, and in that moment, the world around them ceased to exist. Charlie buried her face in his shoulder, she closed her eyes feeling grounded. In the chaos of this day, after months of uncertainty and unknown, she finally held something she knew.

For a long time, they stood in silence, holding on as if letting go would break the fragile reality of their reunion. The noise of the Sanctuary faded into the background, leaving only the warmth of the embrace.

Charlie didn't want to let go. She feared that if she did, he might disappear, and she would wake up to find that this had all been a cruel dream. She couldn't bear the thought of losing him again. Not William. Not her brother. Not after all she had endured.

The air was thick with silence, interrupted only by the soft drip of water echoing through the dim, damp chamber. Charlie sat huddled in the corner, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, desperate to hold onto what little warmth she could find. Her mind raced, consumed with thoughts of her friends, her family, and the life she feared she had lost forever.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, spilling a narrow shaft of light into the dark cell. Charlie's heart leaped into her throat. She blinked rapidly, her eyes struggling to adjust to the sudden brightness. A figure stepped inside, and recognition hit her like a wave.

"I thought you were dead," he gasped, falling to his knees in front of her, his face pale with disbelief.

"I thought the same thing," Charlie whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought to keep them at bay. "What happened, William? What happened to our family? Are they... are they still alive?"

William's face darkened, his shoulders sagging under the weight of painful memories. "Mom didn't make it. She was bitten, almost at the start. We were left on our own."

Charlie felt a sob rising in her throat, but she decided to swallow it.

"And the boys? What happened to them? Where are they?" Her voice cracked, her words urgent, but his silence spoke volumes. She grabbed his shoulders, shaking him. "Will, tell me."

His eyes darted away. "Things got complicated. We didn't know what to do... or where you were. If you even were alive."

"But what about our brothers? Where are they now?"

"I don't know," William muttered, the admission heavy with guilt.

Hot tears stung Charlie's eyes, her chest tightening with grief. She saw the toll it had taken on William, the haunted look in his eyes, the way he seemed haunted by the memories. But before she could press him further, he offered a sliver of hope.

"But Dad's here."

Charlie's breath hitched. "Dad's here?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

"He's working on something now," William nodded, his expression softening. "He knows you're here, and he'll come as soon as he can, I promise."

Relief washed over her, but unease quickly followed. William reached out, brushing the tears from her cheeks with a tenderness that only made her heart ache more. Yet the moment of comfort was short-lived.

"I tried to get them to let you out," William said, his voice low. "But Negan... Negan said you have to stay here for a while."

"Why? What does he want?"

"Negan takes care of us, Charlie. He protects us. The Sanctuary is our home now."

"Our home?" Charlie's anger flared. "Are you out of your mind? Negan murdered my friends!"

William's face twisted in disbelief as if placed all the missing puzzles together. "Wait... you were with those people?"

"Yes, and they saved my life. Many times. I wouldn't be sitting here if not them," she spat, her voice laced with fury. "What's with that look, Will? Do you really think they're the bad guys?"

"They killed my friends," he shot back, his voice hard, but there was an edge of uncertainty.

"Friends?" Charlie scoffed. "You mean the same people who terrorize communities, who leave innocent survivors to die?"

The words hung in the air like a guillotine. For the first time, they weren't just siblings—they were enemies, standing on opposite sides of an impossible divide. The weight of their unspoken conflict pressed down on them, the shared bond of family shattered by the brutal reality of their new world.

"You were there," he said firmly rather than asking. "In the outpost. You were there."

Before Charlie could say anything, a man appeared in the doorway, his expression grim. "William," he said quietly. "Negan's orders. We're leaving."

William straightened, his posture shifting with a newfound sense of purpose. Charlie noticed the way the man looked to him, not just as a fellow survivor, but as someone in a position of authority. Her stomach sank. This was what Paula had warned her about. The truth hit her with a crushing sense of betrayal—William was important here. Negan trusted him.

"Where are you going?" Charlie demanded, her voice trembling with disbelief.

"We're heading to Alexandria," William replied, his tone casual, as though he just said he was going shopping.

"Alexandria?" she gasped, her heart pounding. Charlie's blood ran cold. "William, please... do something for me."

He paused, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "What is it?"

"Check on Rosita and Sasha," she said, her voice pleading. "One of the men Negan killed was close to them. And if you see a boy with an eye patch, tell him I'm okay."

William nodded slowly, though his expression remained guarded.

"And find out what happened to Maggie," she whispered urgently, gripping his arm. "Please, Will. I need to know."

His face hardened, his emotions warring behind his eyes. He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. "Negan told me to give you this."

He tossed a stack of photos onto the ground, and Charlie's heart dropped as she recognized the bloody, mutilated bodies of her friends. A wave of nausea surged through her as she stared at the grotesque images, her grief quickly turning into a white-hot rage.

Tears blurred her vision, but this time they weren't from sorrow. They were from the sheer, consuming fury burning inside her. Her breaths became shallow and panicked, her chest tightening as the weight of everything—her captivity, her loss, her brother's betrayal—crashed down on her all at once. She pressed her hands to her chest, as if trying to stop herself from shattering completely.

And one thought didn't want to leave her mind.

If William was someone important here, her father must have been just as important. And if Clay Reed was in position of power next to a sadist killer, she was in bigger troubles.

Suddenly Negan became less evil.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon series #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl the walking dead #daryl twd #daryl x reader

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imaginefan · 1 year ago

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The New Baby *Part 4*

All Platonic Relationship Characters involved or mentions are - Asher (OC), Jayleen (OC), Hope Mikaelson, Jodie Saltzman, Lizzie Saltzman, Klaus Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce, Damon Salvatore and Jeremy Gilbert.

Word Count: 1015

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Original Request

*Part 3*

No one had expected your death and everyone was hit hard, you had been protecting the twins, Katherine had come to Mystic Falls to visit your grave cry. She hadn’t expected to see anyone but ended up running into Damon who was placing flowers on your grave, they spoke for a while and finally agreed that she was allowed to see the twins considering they needed all the family that they could get. For the first couple of months they didn’t hear anything from Klaus either, he chose to mourn your death on his own only reappearing when the twins or specifically when Asher was in danger as the first born, however much like any other danger it passed.

The twins themselves had always struggled with your death. They were still young when you died, only three, Jay had taken a quieter approach to her grieving receding into herself, she didn’t speak to anyone apart from Asher, who took a more aggressive and angry approach to grieving. For a long time they were on their own only because they chose to be, Jay was the first to let Damon back in Asher following suit, then Stefan and finally Kathrine and Klaus. Jeremy was there but after a few years he found someone else, someone that he wanted to settle down with.

It took about 10 years before the twins had friends of their own age, with the supernatural school finally in place, they attended with Hope, Lizzie and Jo. They seemed to be getting on well unfortunately on the 13th anniversary of your passing Jeremy decided that he was going to tell them both something.

“I needed to talk to both of you.” Jeremy said as he looked at them, they were both sitting on the beds in the room that they shared as they waited for him to tell them what he needed to. “What?” Asher asked, he was far less forgiving of Jeremy, feeling abandoned by his father, all of his grandparents coming to the rescue. “It’s about Jessica.” Jeremy said. “Honestly I don’t want to talk about your new girlfriend.” Asher said as he leant back against the headboard of the bed. “Fiancée.” He corrected. “Excuse me?” Asher asked. “Fiancée.” Jeremy repeated. “So what do you expect me to call her mum and play happy family every holiday?” Asher asked. “Not gonna happen.” “Do you want to hear why we’re getting married?” Jeremy asked. “Because you love her or something?” Asher asked, putting air quotes around the word ‘love’. “I do love her but there’s another reason.” Jeremy answered. “She's pregnant.” “Oh so you’ll marry her but you wouldn’t marry mum?” Asher asked. “Asher, that was different.” Jeremy argued, Asher sat up, his feet falling to the floor as he stood. “Honestly I could care less that you are having a baby or getting married, I don’t want anything to do with it so if you don’t mind will you kindly leave me the fuck alone.” Asher said before disappearing from the room. “You couldn’t have picked a better day for this?” Jay asked. “You know what this day means to him and yet you would tell him that you are moving on and you expect him to do the same.” “That’s not-” “No it’s not what you meant but that’s what he heard.” Jay sighed before standing up and walking out of the room to find her brother.

Asher found himself at your grave as he always did on the anniversary of your death, he’s cry, tell you everything that he had achieve that year and even brought Hope Lizzie and Jo to see you one year, they had all asked to come pretending that they were there for Jay but they had come for him to, he knew that but he couldn’t bring himself to thank them. “Do you know what he said to me today?” Asher asked, the silence that answered him was no unfamiliar “he said that he’s getting married and she’s pregnant, I think he was hoping that we would be happy for him but I was just angry because somehow after everything he still manage to come out on top, like he did every other time, you looked after us when we were younger and he was able to do whatever he wanted, he only ever looked after us when he wanted to and he’s the one that gets to move on while rest of us are still hurting.” Asher wanted to be able to see a picture of you without feeling angry or like he wanted to cry. “You know with all of the friends that I’ve made I shouldn’t feel this way, I don’t feel as lonely as I was before but you're still not here and I can’t bring you back, no one can.” “Your right no one can bring her back so we have to live for her.” Jay said as she sat in front of him. “Mum wanted us to live so the best thing that we can do for her past bringing her back is living the way that she wanted and showing her everything that we can become.” “What if we don’t do what she wanted?” He asked. “I think we have, you know, making friends that would do anything for us and we would do anything for, you know I think that if we never did anything for the rest of our lives she’d be proud as long as we were happy.” Jay explained as her eyes moved over to the girls that you’d say were your closest friends each of them taking a seat so that you were making a semi circle around the grave. “We’ll stick together no matter what.” Hope said “you can rely on us.” “We promise.” Josie said. “Always.” Lizzie added. “Thanks guys.” Asher said softly and while he knew that it was still going to be a long time before he was okay, he had the perfect people around him to make sure that it happened in and out of the school.

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through the hourglass 276. brb x oc

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As Beatrice lay in the dark room, the pounding in her head seemed unrelenting. It was as if a relentless drumbeat was playing in her skull, and she longed for some respite. The cozy cocoon of her blankets provided some comfort, but the pain was persistent.

Downstairs, the voices of her brothers and Rooster were a distant hum. Beatrice tried to listen in but found it difficult to concentrate. She strained her ears, wondering if their conversation would shed light on how Rooster's day at the base had gone. It was one of the small pleasures she looked forward to, hearing about his day and how everyone was too.

She heard Michael's booming laughter and imagined him regaling Rooster with one of his outlandish stories. Michael's voice was always a force of nature, capable of filling any room with mirth and energy.

Leonardo's voice, on the other hand, was mellower and more measured. Beatrice knew he was the one who often offered advice and a calming influence to the group. She appreciated how he could balance out Michael's over-the-top enthusiasm.

Guillermo had a deep, resonant voice that carried wisdom and authority even when he wasn’t planning to. She often joked that his voice vibrated the walls every time.

Despite the warmth coming from downstairs, Beatrice couldn't shake her migraine. She'd tried to rest and hoped that the pain would subside, but it remained stubborn. The darkness of the room was her only solace, shielding her eyes from the piercing light that often exacerbated her condition.

She covers her head with the blanket, the fabric muffling the voices downstairs and making it hard for her to understand - even more - what was being said. She does however, feel footsteps walking past her bedroom to Nicole’s nursery then go back to their door. A gentle creak as it opened and a voice, a voice she adored, spoke, “Baby?’ Rooster calls, “You alright?”

With a soft sigh, Beatrice slowly pushed the blanket away from her face. The relief from the darkness was immediate, and the throbbing in her head seemed to lessen just a tiny bit. She blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the soft light filtering through the curtains. Then, she whispered, "I'm here, Roos. Just a little headache."

The doorknob turned, and Rooster entered the room. His face lit up with concern as he approached the bed. "Baby, your brothers said you’ve been resting here for a while. Are you sure you're okay?"

She offered a reassuring smile, though her eyes still held traces of discomfort. "I'm sure, Roos. It's just a minor headache, probably from the long day. I’m okay.”

Rooster bent down to press a gentle kiss on her forehead before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "You are kinda warm, you had any meds?"

"I took something earlier, Roos, but it hasn't really kicked in yet. I'll be fine, though."

Rooster leaned closer, brushing a lock of hair away from her face with his fingers. "I hate seeing you in pain, Bea. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

She placed her hand on his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Your presence is already making me feel better, Roos. Just being with you helps ease the discomfort."

Rooster's lips curled into a gentle smile as he continued to caress her hair. "I'm glad I could provide some comfort, baby. You know, I don't like it when you're not feeling your best. I wish I could take your pain away."

Beatrice's eyes locked onto Rooster's, her cheeks turning red and her cheek pressed tighter to his hand "I know you do, Roos, and I appreciate it more than words can express. But it’s okay."

Rooster leaned in to place a soft kiss on her lips. When he pulled away, he spoke in a hushed, caring tone. "You sure you don’t need anything?"

She sighs softly, falling back on the bed, “I’m sure…I think I might just nap a little bit more…I dunno if I can go to the Hard Deck tonight.” she mutters, feeling a bit disappointed when she said that, playing with her hands on the blanket, “Can you…call Penny and let her know?”

He nods, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and then smiling at her face, “Even sick you are beautiful. That’s not fair.” he says, then brings her hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles, “Your brothers took good care of you,hm?”

She nestled into the bed a bit more comfortably, feeling the soft fabric of the blanket against her skin. "Thank you, Roos. And yes, my brothers have been looking out for me. They're the best." she pauses, “When they don’t go all overprotective over me.”

Rooster chuckled softly, his eyes filled with affection. "I'm glad they're here to take care of you, Bea. You're so precious to me, and knowing that you're in good hands eases my mind."

“How romantic,LC.” she whispers, fluttering her eyes, “Are they still here?”

“Yeah.”

“Mkay…” her eyes fall shut but she forces them open again, “Are you…how was…your day? Was it good?”

"It was a typical day on the base, baby. I had my usual meetings, pre-deployment preparations, and flight exercises. Nothing out of the ordinary, really." he didn’t feel like sharing that he and Mark talked.

Not now.

“Kay…” she whispers, letting her eyes fall shut, “I’m going…to sleep a bit more,alright?” and she doesn’t wait for him to reply, she just allows her body to relax and her breathing to go completely even.

Rooster observed her as she drifted into slumber, he couldn't help but feel a touch of helplessness seeing her in pain, but he knew that being there for her, even if it meant just keeping her company, was the best he could do. He gently placed a tender kiss on her forehead and whispered softly, "Rest well, gorgeous."

After some time, he carefully extricated himself from the bed, being sure not to wake Beatrice. He rose to his feet and tucked her in a bit more, ensuring she was comfortable. He gazed at his sleeping wife, smiled and then walked out of the room.

His brothers in law were still downstairs and Michael had Nicole on his shoulders - the toddler nomming his hair and he didn’t care one bit - “Hey,” he says, ‘How’s she?”

Rooster pursed his lips and walked up to Michael, gently picking Nicole from his head and letting her hug his neck, “She’s tired, sleeping again. This migraine really hit her hard…she didn’t, you know, throw up or anything,right?”

Guillermo shook his head, “No, she mainly slept and had lunch, then went back to sleep.’ he crosses his arms over his huge chest, “She needs to rest and heal.”

Rooster held Nicole close, his daughter's small body wrapped in his arms. He pressed a soft kiss to her tiny hand, smiling at the way she just touched his face. "Thanks, guys," he said to his brothers-in-law, "She's still in pain, and I hate seeing her like this. But she's resting now, and I'm glad for that. Just hoping she gets better soon."

Leonardo added, "Don't worry, Rooster. She'll bounce back in no time."

He smiled then glanced at the clock on the wall. "I need to run out and grab some more pain relief medication for Bea. She's running low."

Guillermo nodded, understanding the urgency. "You go ahead, Roos. We'll watch over Nicole and make sure Beatrice gets some peace and quiet." he nods, “Don’t worry.”

“Thanks guys,I,” he looks down at his uniform, ‘I should change first,I just got back from the base after all.” he frowns, thinking that he should just go to the laundry room and get stuff there instead of going back to their bedroom so he wouldn’t wake Beatrice up.

The grocery store wasn’t packed, which was shocking considering this was the middle of the week and the Halloween decorations were already out. “Jesus,it’s july.” he mutters to himself, pushing the shopping cart forward as he wandered about the aisles.

Beatrice’s meds were the first thing he got and now he was finding something to pamper her with. Maybe some flowers, some candy. He checks the packets for a little while then puts it back, “Cherry flavored stuff, I need cherry flavored stuff.”

As he strolled along the shelves, his mind was focused on finding the perfect treats for his wife. Cherry-flavored sweets were her favorite, and he was determined to indulge her. His eyes scanned the various candies, searching for the perfect cherry-flavored delights.

A few minutes of scrutinizing the options, Rooster finally settled on a mix of cherry-flavored candies. There were cherry-flavored hard candies, chewy gummies, and even some cherry-flavored chocolates. He couldn't wait to see the smile on Beatrice's face when he surprised her with the sweet treats.

With the candies safely in his cart, Rooster decided to move on to the next item on his list: flowers. He knew that Beatrice loved fresh flowers, and he wanted to pick out a beautiful bouquet for her. The floral section of the store beckoned to him, a vibrant splash of colors and fragrances.

Rooster perused the selection of flowers, carefully considering which ones would brighten up their home and make Beatrice's day even more special. He spotted a lovely arrangement of red and pink roses, their petals velvety and inviting. It seemed like a perfect choice – romantic and beautiful, just like his wife.

As he picked up the bouquet of roses and held it in his hands, Rooster couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. He imagined Beatrice's delight when she saw the beautiful flowers and the cherry-flavored candies.

“Those are lovely flowers.”

He stares at nothing when he hears the voice, then he inhales for courage, “...Miranda.” he strains his smile, turning to look at her. “...hi…”

Miranda’s cart was full, almost exploding with things and she smirked at him, ‘Those are for Beatrice,” she gave him no time to reply, “Oh I always thought she’d be more of a lily type of girl, interesting that you chose roses.”

Was she going to always be this passive aggressive???

Rooster had to gather his composure quickly. Her presence never failed to put him on edge, but he knew he needed to keep a polite facade, especially since they were having a conversation in public.

He cleared his throat, offering a strained smile. "Yes, these are for Beatrice. She loves roses." Rooster didn't want to delve into the specifics of Beatrice's flower preferences with Miranda, nor did he feel the need to justify his choice.

Miranda raised an eyebrow, her expression giving nothing away. "Roses it is, then. I suppose everyone has their own taste when it comes to flowers."

Rooster felt a surge of irritation at her thinly veiled condescension, but he managed to maintain his politeness. "Yeeeep. "

Miranda glanced at the assortment of cherry-flavored candies in his cart. "I see you're also indulging Beatrice's sweet tooth."

Rooster decided to take the high road, not wanting to engage in any passive-aggressive exchange with Miranda. "Of course, it's a little treat to make her day special."

Miranda seemed to be enjoying the interaction, her tone light and teasing. "Well, it's essential to keep the spark alive in a relationship, isn't it?"

Rooster maintained his polite demeanor, although it was clear he was growing tired of the conversation. "Absolutely.”

Miranda tilted her head, looking thoughtful. "Speaking of romance, how are you and Beatrice enjoying your time together before your deployment?"

Rooster's irritation flared up. He wasn't comfortable discussing the intimate details of his relationship with Miranda, and he didn't appreciate her prying into his personal life. Still, he kept his tone even. "We're savoring every moment together, making the most of our time before I leave."

Miranda seemed pleased with herself, her eyes glittering with a hint of satisfaction. "That's wonderful. Oh I know I have such a hard time when Mark leaves, oh,” she shakes her head, “It’s so hard sometimes.” but something in her words felt…so off. So off.

"Deployments can be tough," he agreed, keeping his response general. "But they're also part of the job."

Miranda nodded, her expression seemingly empathetic. "Yes, it's a necessary sacrifice isn't it?"

‘...yes.”

“Oh, by the way,” she flicks her hand, ‘If Beatrice feels lonely these days when you are gone, do tell her to come over. I’d love some company.”

Doubtful.

Rooster couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Miranda's offer. It felt odd to him that she was being so friendly and seemingly understanding. After their previous encounters, this sudden change in tone was difficult to trust. "I'll keep that in mind."

Miranda smiled sweetly, her tone continuing to radiate artificial warmth. "Of course, anything to help a friend in need."

The whole conversation was becoming more uncomfortable by the second. Rooster found himself itching to change the subject, to move away from this unsettling exchange. And his lips raised up in a way that could only be translated as ‘cringe’ "Well, I uh…appreciate your concern, Miranda. We're just taking it one day at a time."

Miranda nodded, her gaze lingering on Rooster. "That's the best way to go about it, Bradley. I hope you both enjoy your time together." With that, she turned and continued down the aisle.

Rooster watched her for a moment, his irritation simmering just beneath the surface. He wasn't sure what had prompted Miranda's sudden shift in behavior, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

And to meet her here? When he was shopping?

Also, why was she so bothered if he was buying his wife cherry flavored candy? That’s not her problem, “Fuckin’ weird woman.” he mutters to himself, watching her place even more stuff in her cart from a distance.

Rooster pushed his cart down the aisle, his focus returning to the task at hand – finding the items on their shopping list. He had a wife to pamper and he still wasn’t done.

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I think it's so funny this chapter comes out on Mother's day (México) -Danny Words: 2,407 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Call Your Mom' -by Noah Kahan ft. Lizzy McAlpine

LI: I’m Currently Having the Worst Time of My Life, Thanks for Asking!

One thing about demigods is they will expose their trauma to the room. And if Ara's dad was her monster under the bed, Jason's mother was his Roman Empire (pun intended). All he ever did was based on the one lie she'd told him when he was a toddler.

"So pleased to meet you, son of Jupiter," Antinous smiles. "Listen to your mother. You have many grievances against the gods. Why not join us? I gather these serving girls are your friends? We will spare them. You wish to have your mother remain in the world? We can do that. You wish to be a king—"

"No. No, I don't belong with you." Jason replies in a dazzled state.

"Are you so sure, my fellow praetor?" The son of Janus asks. "Even if you defeat the giants and Gaia, would you return home like Odysseus did? Where is your home now? With the Greeks? With the Romans? No one will accept you. And, if you get back, who's to say you won't find ruins like this?"

"That's a lie," Ara steps in.

Jason raises a hand to stop her and replies to the other boy. "You were a legion officer—A leader of Rome."

"So were you. Loyalties change."

"You think I belong with this crowd? A bunch of dead losers waiting for a free handout from Gaia, whining that the world owes them something?"

The crowd closes around him. Piper uses charmspeak. "Beware! Every man in this palace is your enemy. Each one will stab you in the back at the first chance!"

"Dearest, be sensible," Jason's mother insists. "Give up your quest. Your Argo II could never make the trip to Athens. Even if it did, there's the matter of the Athena Parthenos."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't feign ignorance, my dearest. Gaia knows about your friend Reyna and Nico the son of Hades and the satyr Hedge. To kill them, the Earth Mother has sent her most dangerous son—the hunter who never rests. But you don't have to die."

Jason looks at the girls, then back at his mother. "What do you want? What brought you here?"

"I want life! Youth! Beauty!" The woman leans in looking crazy. "Your father could have made me immortal. He could have taken me to Olympus, but he abandoned me. You can set things right, Jason. You are my proud warrior!"

"You're a mania," his voice quivers. "A spirit of insanity. That's what you've been reduced to."

"I am all that remains. Embrace me, son. I am all you have left."

"No!" Jason steps back. "My loyalties haven't changed. My family has just expanded. I'm a child of Greece and Rome. I'm no child of yours." He makes the claw sign over his chest and his mother vanishes.

"Well, then," Antinous sighs. "I suppose we'll just kill you."

Ara tosses the platter she's holding at some ghouls, expands her shield, and draws out Almighty. Her friends join her and pull out their weapons. Watching Jason fight when angry, is one of Ara's favorite things. He throws amazing one-liners, like the one he uses when he pierces Antinous through the chest: "Enjoy the Fields of Punishment."

Jason and Ara run through their opponents fast and mercilessly, with clear progress in their teamwork after eight months of knowing each other. The boy summons lightning while Ara keeps changing her weapon to different things, Annabeth jabs and beheads, and Piper tosses food at the spirits while shouting stuff using charmspeak.

Jason lowers his sword only a second and Michael Varus stabs him with rage before Piper kills him. Ara drops Almighty in shock. Piper tries to pull out the sword but Ara shouts at her in a commanding voice. "Don't! That'll make him bleed out faster!"

"But—"

"Gods..." Annabeth gets to them, pale and shaky. "Oh, gods."

"Thanks," Jason sinks to his knees. "I was afraid it might be bad."

"Piper, press around the wound—Annabeth, get help."

"You're going to be fine," Piper tells the boy. "Girls, ambrosia!"

Ara draws her Octopi from under her cloak and hands it to Piper. "Don't do anything yet, hang on—"

"Imperial gold," Annabeth stammers. "It's deadly to demigods. It's only a matter of time before—"

"The Argo!" Ara urges her. "Send them a message!"

"Iris messages won't work—"

"Leo is watching, you don't need those!"

"Morse code," Piper pulls out a tiny mirror from Ara's Octopi and hands it to Annabeth. "Here."

Ara grabs her sister's head and kisses the top of it. "Clever!"

Annabeth goes away and Ara tries to ignore how Jason's looking as she kneels before him. "How many times I've saved your ass, Jay-G?"

"Don't call me that," Jason grunts. "And the answer is too many."

"You have no survival instincts man, I keep telling you," Ara rips his shirt open and sees the tip of the sword protruding from his abdomen. Fear starts to seep through. "He's not coughing blood so no organs were touched... maybe. This will hurt, blondie." She looks at Piper. "Pull it out."

Piper pretends she'll count to three, and pulls it at one. Jason crumbles swearing like he's never done before.

"We gotta stop the bleeding," Ara stops him from squirming too much.

The girls rip parts of their dresses and press them against both sides of his wound. Ara sings her heart out, and now Piper knows the healing tune, so Ara hears her singing voice for the first time, which is much nicer than hers and therefore more effective.

"Keep singing!" Ara makes her old mixture of ambrosia and nectar, but there's no time to wait, so she pours it raw over the wounds. "Hang in there, Jason, don't fall asleep."

The boy barely reacts, which is not a good sign. Piper rolls him over and pours the rest at the other end of the wound. Ara tries to keep him awake and cradles his face. "You know, for a moment I feared my dad would show up but I guess he prefers to stay dead. At least your mother kind of loved you!" She jokes, but her voice falters.

Jason shakes his head. "It wasn't a part of her I could save. Don't count your blessings, Birdy, your dad might be waiting for you in Athens."

"And I'm sure you'd like to meet him so you can personally kick his ass, so keep your eyes open!" Ara searches through her Octopi bag, smearing blood on it, and pulls out bandages to keep the pieces of fabric in place. "Annabeth!" She calls anxiously.

Jason sits up groggily. "Maybe I could fly ..."

"Don't move!" Ara says sharply. "Gee, you get hit on the head multiple times and—"

"Shut up!" Jason scowls. "Gods, kind of wish I had died so you would drop the joke already..." It's the first time the boy snaps in such a way, so he must be in a lot of pain. Pain is good, it means his body is still responsive.

Ara laughs despite how frightened she is and Jason matches her grin. "Yeah, at least it wasn't a head injury this time, huh? I stayed conscious the entire fight..."

"You defeated, like, two hundred enemies," Piper kisses his temple, keeping pressure on his wound. "You were scary amazing."

"You guys helped."

"You're welcome," Ara nods solemnly. "If you're lucky this will make Leo stop switching your camp shirts with Hazel's."

"I knew it! I should anoint Nico as my new best friend..." Jason winces. "Oh gods—Reyna, Nico, and Coach Hedge, they're in danger. We need to warn them."

"We'll take care of it when we get back to the ship," Piper eases him. "Your job right now is to relax. Besides, those three are a tough group. They'll be fine."

"Fuck!" Ara exclaims. Jason's injury has dark smoke coming out of it. "The stupid lullaby isn't working!"

"Ara," Piper says in a careful tone. "You need to stay calm."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," she holds Jason's hand, trying to absorb something, but nothing comes out. "Look at me, tough guy," she snaps her fingers, but Jason's dilated pupils hardly focus on her face and she swallows a cry. "Jason, please, don't do this to me..."

"Annabeth's coming back," Piper announces.

The girl walks up to them dragging her foot. Jason looks at her with half-lidded eyes, he's getting weaker. "Are you hurt?"

"It's fine. Just the old break from the Roman caverns. Sometimes when I'm stressed... That's not important. I signalled Leo. Frank's going to change form, fly up here and carry you back to the ship. I need to make a litter to keep you stable."

Annabeth and Ara work together, the younger girl passes the materials while Annabeth weaves. "How are you doing that?" Jason asks in awe.

"Learned it during my quest under Rome," Annabeth mumbles completely focused on the task. "I'd never had a reason to try weaving before, but it's handy for certain things, like getting away from spiders..."

Ara turns Almighty into a rectangular shield (the one Leo made is circular and wouldn't support Jason's body properly) and places it above the harness made with pieces of cloth and leather straps. Ara stands on it and pulls.

"Sturdy enough," she steps out.

"Wait," Jason stops them. "A bed—There was a special bed in this palace."

Ara frowns. "So what?"

"The marriage bed was sacred. If there was any place you could talk to Juno... Juno!"

Ara only cares about getting him out, but then in the distance, an olive tree spurts out into view. "Great, we definitely should waste our time talking..." She groans.

"My heroes," Juno greets them.

"Hera," Piper mutters.

"Juno."

"Whatever," Annabeth scowls. "What are you doing here, Your Bovine Majesty?"

"Annabeth Chase. As charming as ever."

"Yeah, well, I just got back from Tartarus, so my manners are a little rusty, especially towards goddesses who wiped my boyfriend's memory, made him disappear for months and then—"

"Honestly, child. Are we going to rehash this again?"

"Aren't you supposed to be suffering from split-personality disorder? I mean—more so than usual?"

"Whoa," Jason tries to sit up and fails. "Juno, we need your help. We—" he makes a guttural noise and falls back.

"First things first," Piper says firmly. "Jason is hurt. Heal him!"

"Some things even the gods cannot heal," the goddess raises a brow. "This wound touches your soul as well as your body. You must fight it, Jason Grace... you must survive."

"Yeah, thanks... I'm trying," he pants.

"That was super helpful," Ara remarks. "But if you could please just give us more intel..."

"I am grateful that you called upon me. I have spent weeks in a state of pain and confusion... my Greek and Roman natures warring against each other. Worse, I've been forced to hide from Jupiter, who searches for me in his misguided wrath, believing that I caused this war with Gaia."

"Gee, why would he think that?" Annabeth taunts her.

"Fortunately, this place is sacred to me," the goddess ignores her. "By clearing away those ghosts, you have purified it and given me a moment of clarity. I will be able to speak with you—if only briefly."

"Why is it sacred...? Oh. The marriage bed!" Piper exclaims.

"Marriage bed? I don't see any—"

"The bed of Penelope and Odysseus. One of its bedposts was a living olive tree, so it could never be moved."

"Who cares?" Ara exclaims impatiently. "Lady Juno, please!"

"Sail around the Peloponnese. As you suspect, that is the only possible route. On your way, seek out the goddess of victory in Olympia. She is out of control. Unless you can subdue her, the rift between Greek and Roman can never be healed."

"You mean Nike?" Annabeth frowns. "How is she out of control?"

"Explaining would take too long. I must flee before Jupiter finds me. Once I leave, I will not be able to help you again."

"What else should we know?" Jason asks hoarsely.

"As you heard, the giants have gathered in Athens. Few gods will be able to help you on your journey, but I am not the only Olympian who is out of favor with Jupiter. The twins have also incurred his wrath."

"Artemis and Apollo? Why?"

"If you reach the island of Delos, they might be prepared to help you. They are desperate enough to try anything to make amends. Go now. Perhaps we will meet again in Athens, if you succeed. If you do not..."

Juno vanishes and Jason faints.

Ara takes her friend straight to the sickbay and does her best to bring him back, she gets more blood on her clothes but in the end, the dark smoke diminishes. Jason is sleeping now, but he looks dead and ironically that makes her want to kill something.

Piper says she'll call the others for a meeting, but Ara suspects she just wants a moment alone to cry the stress out and pick herself up. Ara should've kept an eye on Michael Varus.

Someone knocks on the door and when she turns she spots Leo staring at her with worry. "Is that..."

"It's his." Her eyes brim with tears and Leo approaches her quickly. Ara releases all of that pent-up anxiety, burying her face in his curls as he wraps his arms around her waist. "I couldn't absorb his pain, he's dying..."

Leo hushes her. "He's with us, he'll be okay."

She tries to keep him away when he tries to hug her tighter. "I'm covered in blood—"

"That's okay," the boy keeps her in place. "We can wash up later."

Her grip is weak. "Juno said something about Apollo, maybe we can—"

"Shut up," Leo stares at her as if searching for something. Ara waits in confusion. The boy strokes her cheek, outlining the dry blood on her skin. "What are you feeling?"

The girl blinks. "What?"

"Eros said you needed to reconnect with your emotions, right? So before you go back to being a General, talk about your feelings," he raises his brows. "So?"

Ara blushes at his sweet gesture. "I'm scared and remorseful, but I'll have to push through it, I can't change the past."

"You sure you don't wanna call your dad?" He tries to joke. "We can make a short stop at the next gas station and give him a call."

Ara pouts and sniffs. "Man, don't even... if I think about home I'll be sobbing like a baby for another hour."

Leo looks at her not knowing what to do to help her, then sighs. "My guy Jason... always gets the worst deal, huh?" He makes a face. "I'll have to fix the showerheads."

The girl senses his awkwardness and smiles softly, leaning into his touch. "Do you know how much I love you?"

He visibly relaxes and grins. "Can't hurt if you say it again, can it?"

"I love you," she kisses his forehead. "A lot."

"Love ya' too, doll... But you reek like a butcher, go get a shower."

Next Chapter –>

Taglist.

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#twoidiots writing #pjo fanfic #leo valdez fanfic #doo #leo valdez x oc #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians

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explosiveglitterqueen · 3 months ago

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TWST Ocs Sprites!!!

Not gonna lie I’ve been trying to post this for a few days now, fingers crossed. I’ve been experimenting with ibis paint x on my phone and I’ve been having fun so far. I wanted to get back into oc content so I thought this was a great start. As always I’m always happy to take questions in the ask box 😊

Lizette “Lizzy” Luna

Dorm: Heartslabyul

Year: Sophmore

Race: Human

Club: Pop Music

Best Subject: Summoning

Korálli Bombora

Dorm: Octavinelle

Year: Junior

Race: Fae

Club: Science

Best Subject: Art

Kaiser Sinclair (side note, it may look like a nose dot but it’s really her Medusa piercing)

Dorm: Ignihyde

Year: Junior

Race: Human?

Club: Track and Field

Best Subject: Animal Linguistics

Florence Schoenheit

Dorm: Diasomnia

Year: Freshman

Race: Human

Club: Mountain Lovers

Best Subject: Music

Elspeth Lunarcroth

Dorm: Diasomnia

Year: Sophmore

Race: half flora fae-half fox beastman

Club: Board Game

Best Subject: P.E.

#twisted wonderland #ibispaintx #sprite edit #iPhone #twst oc #twst sprites #disney twst #oc content

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dynastymuses · 1 year ago

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now you're just a page torn from the story I'm building

selective, mutuals only indie rp blog. i am over 25, so anyone under 21, i prefer not to interact with

all I gave you is gone tumbled like it was stone

canon divergant pirate based colin bridgerton @pirtecolin edits blog @dynastymusesedits resources such as gifhunts, psds, and templates blog: @dynastymusesresources II rules II what i do II

thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake

as such all muses are over 18 (some have been aged up)

thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made

i am very open to crossovers, as well as oc’s, but plotting must be done. if i am not following you, please do not send me in character memes. i am mutual only!

thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up

fandoms include: bridgerton, various period drama, star wars, lord of the rings/rings of power, wheel of time, shadow&bone/gisha verse.

It all fell down, it all fell down, it all fell down

all of my characters as of now (🍊 is high muse) (🌊muses i want plots for) (🧁new muses) starter calls open starters

Bridgerton Verse

anthony bridgerton 🍊

benedict bridgerton 🌊

colin bridgerton🍊

daphne bridgerton🌊

francesca bridgerton🌊

gregory bridgerton🍊

penelope featherington🍊🌊

philip crane🍊🌊

michael stirling🍊

brimsley🌊🧁

sophie baek🌊

kate sharma🍊

gareth st.clair🍊

prince freidrich hohenzollern🍊🌊

king george freidrick 🍊

lady agatha danbury🌊🧁

queen charlotte of mecklenburg-strelitz 🍊🌊🧁

felicity featherington🌊🧁

posy reiling🌊🧁

lucy abernathy 🧁

viloet bridgerton-ledger

shadow&bone/grishaverse

alina starkov 🍊🌊

kaz brekker🍊🌊

inej ghafa🌊

nina zenik🌊

wylan van eck🌊

genya safin🌊🧁

nikolai lanstov🌊

tolya yul bataar🌊🧁

matthais helvar🌊

lord of the rings/rings of power

galadriel🍊

elrond🌊🧁

bronwyn🌊🧁

aragorn🌊🧁

samwise gamgee🌊🧁

wheel of time

rand al’thor🍊🌊

lan mandragoran🍊🌊

siuan sanche🍊

egwene al'vere🍊

elayne trakand🍊

Star Wars

luke skywalker🍊🌊

qui gon jinn🌊

obi wan kenobi🍊🌊

padme amidala🍊🌊

finn🌊

poe dameron🌊🧁

han solo🌊

Rey of Jakku 🌊🧁

osha 🧁

mae

master sol🧁

the musketeers

d’artagnan 🍊

athos

aramis

queen anne of austria🌊

Sanditon

charlotte heywood (sanditon)🌊

lord babington (sanditon)🌊

young stringer (sandtiton)🌊

Marvel

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Tandy bowen

Karolina Dean 🍊

Marcos Diaz 🍊

Esme Frost 🍊

John Proudstar🌊

Hank McCoy 🌊🧁

Chase Stein 🍊

Scott Summers 🍊

Charles Xavier🌊

Jennifer Walters

Sersi 🍊

wade wilson

DCEU

Barry Allen 🍊

Beth Chapel🌊

Barbara Gordon 🍊

Dick Grayson🍊

Mary Hamliton 🍊

Virgil Hawkins 🍊

Pamela "Poisin Ivy" Isley 🍊

Kate Kane🌊

Clark Kent (dceu) 🍊

clark kent (smallville based) 🍊

jenny kord🌊🧁

Selina Kyle 🍊

Dinah Lance 🍊

Gar Logan🍊

M'gann M'orroz 🍊

Tommy Merlyn🌊

Sophie Moore🌊

Yolanda Montez

James Olsen 🍊

Anissa Pierce🌊

milagro reyes🌊🧁

Donna Troy 🍊🧁

Bruce Wayne🍊

Courtney whitmore 🌊

Jinx🌊

Komand'r🌊

hank hall/hawk 🧁

dawn granger/dove 🧁

oliver queen(non arrowverse)

ollie queen (smallville)

garth (titans/dceu)

TVD Verse

Marcel Gerald 🍊

Elena Gilbert 🍊

Jeremy Gilbert🌊

Tyler Lockwood🌊

Elijah Mikealson 🍊

Hope Mikealson🌊

Lizzie Saltzman 🍊🌊

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane 🍊🌊

Clary Fray 🍊🌊

Simon Lewis🌊🧁

Alec Lightwood🌊

Fate:The Winx Saga

Terra Harvey🌊

Bloom Peters 🍊🌊

Beatrix 🌊🧁

Flora🌊

Musa🌊

Riven🌊

Sky🌊

Stella🌊

Narnia

Edmund Pevensie 🍊🌊

Lucy Pevensie🍊🌊

Peter Pevensie🌊🧁

Jill Pole🌊

Eustance Clarence Scrubb🌊

the umbrella acaddemy

Deigo Hargreeves🌊

Five Hargreeves 🍊🌊

Klaus Hargreeves 🌊

Sloane Hargreeves 🍊🌊

Lila Pitts🌊

one tree hill

Julian Baker

Jake Jagelski

Nathan Scott 🍊

Clay Evans

Degrassi

Sav Bhandari 🌊

Fiona Coyne🌊

Clare Edwards 🍊🌊

Jake Martin🌊

Drew Torres🌊

Wednesday/Addams Family

Wednesday Addams🌊

Enid Sinclair

what we do in the shadows

colin robinson 🌊🧁

Guillermo de la Cruz🌊🧁

nadja of antipaxos🌊🧁

laszlo cravensworth 🌊🧁

nandor the relentless 🌊 🧁

the boys/gen v

hughie campbell🌊🧁

annie january / starlight 🌊🧁

billy butcher🌊🧁

kimiko miyashiro🌊🧁

queen maeve🌊🧁

other period drama muses

francis valois (reign with some historical influences) 🍊

Sebastian de poitiers (reign)

tom jones (tom jones 2023)🌊

henry tudor (7th) (the white queen/the white princess/the spainsh princess with some historical influences) 🍊

richard plantagent (the white queen with some historical influences)🍊

elizabeth woodville (the white queen/the white princess with some historical influences)

elizabeth of yorke (the white queen/the white princess with some historical influences)

anne shirley cuthbert (anne with an e)

marie antoinette( marie antoinette (itv/pbs 2023) with some historical influences) 🍊

(king) louis bourbon (16th) ( marie antoinette (itv/pbs 2023) with some historical influences) 🍊

captain henry ossroy (mr malcom’s list)🌊

selina dalton (mr malcom’s list)🌊

dido elizabeth belle (belle 2013)🌊🧁

john Davinier (belle 2013)

camlia dunne (daisy jones&the six) 🌊🧁

tim laughlin (fellow travelers) 🌊🧁

jane bennet (pride and prejudice) 🧁

elizabeth bennet (pride and prejudice) 🧁

emma woodhouse (emma) 🧁

nan st.george (the buccaneers)

Other Scifi/Fantasy

lucy carlyle-lockwood&Co🌊

Anthony Lockwood-Lockwood&Co🌊

Wendy Darling-Peter Pan/Disney 🍊🌊

Elinor Fairmont-First Kill🌊🧁

Juliette Fairmont-First Kill🌊

Kat Harvey-Casper🌊

Harvey Kinkle-Sabrina The Teenage Witch/Archie comics🌊

Wyatt Logan-Timeless🌊

Arthur Pendragon-Merlin🌊

Scott mccall-teen wolf 🌊

marnie piper (halloweentown)

percy jackson (percy jackson & the Olympians)

Luna briggs (wolf pack)

Blake navarro (wolf pack)

prince eric (the little mermaid)

fiyero tigelaar (wicked)

OUAT/Fairytales

david nolan/prince charming-once upon a time 🌊🧁

graham humbert/the huntsman-once upon a time 🌊🧁

mary margret blanchard/snow white-once upon a time 🌊🧁

Rapunzel (various media)🌊🧁

other medias

Alexander Clearmond Diaz-red, white, & royal🌊

Lacey Porter-Twisted🌊

Henry Stuart Fox -red, white, & royal🌊

Glimmer-She Ra🌊

comedy

Haley Dunphy (modern family)🌊🧁

Alex Dunphy (modern family) 🌊🧁

Janine Teagues-Abbott Elementary🌊

Clare Devlin-Derry Girls🌊

Gregory Eddie-Abbott Elementary🌊

Jim Halpert-The Office🌊

Ben Wyatt-Parks and Recreation 🌊

chidi anagonye (the good place)🌊🧁

eleanor shellstrop (the good place)🌊🧁

janet (the good place)🌊🧁

original characters

elisabeth barlowe 🍊🌊🧁

jacquetta covington 🍊🌊🧁

maxwell danbury 🍊🌊🧁

dylan lyons 🍊🌊🧁

#&&pinned post #&&do not interact #&&do not like

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latteedrawz · 2 years ago

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Everyone... Meet Azure the Blue Sheep from Tumbletown! :D My ESMP 2 oc!!!

Azure is a 24 year old sheep hybrid who currently lives in Tumbletown!

They have a rather friendly and trustable personality, and she is the perfect person to rant to about your worries. Not to mention how loyal he is! Azure can keep secrets to themselves without gossiping to everyone [that's such a skill considering how I am.. anyways...].

All positive personality traits come with some negative ones, and one of those is obliviousness. Half of the time, Azure isn't even sure what is going on.

They go with the flow, trying not to look stupid. Did I mention they often mirror how people act?

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Character Information

Full name: Azure Lane.

Nicknames: Azure the blue sheep / blue sheep, Azure Lane of Animalia/Tumbletown, sidekick, creeper magnet [nickname given by Jimmy while Azure accidentally exploded a part of his base].

Gender and Pronouns: Gendervoid + Uses any/all pronouns [including neopronouns].

Sexuality and Romantic orientation: Lesbian + Cupioromantic.

Nationality: British.

Species: [Blue] sheep and human hybrid.

Appearance: Long puffy hair braided into 2 pigtails, almost as soft as wool - coloured dark blue [Natural? Dyed? Who knows!], yellow eyes with sheep-like dark brown pupils, explosion scars on their arms they had gotten while working at the gunpowder farm, sheep ears and sheep horns, hooves, stolen outfit from Jimmy recoloured to yellow, gunpowder EVERYWHERE - on their shirt.. hands... pants... bandana.... face....., and gold earrings/piercings on ears.

Backstory: Azure grew up in Animalia until the age of 20. Then they decided to start travelling across empires until they found their favourite one. Eventually he found Tumbletown and decided to live there from now on, taking the job of 'gunpowder farm worker'.

Relationships:

Positive - Jimmy SolidarityGaming [boss/closest friend], GoodTimesWithScar [positive since Scar comforted Jimmy about his feelings], Katherine Elizabeth, Tumbletown citizens [almost friends with everyone], Animalia citizens.

Neutral - Old Sheriff/Martyn [hasn't met them yet so no actual opinion, has heard Jimmy talk about him however], Mythical J. Sausage [doesn't know how to feel about him + no actual opinion], Scott Smajor, LDShadowLady/Lizzie [met them a few times while living in Animalia].

Negative - FWhip [suspicious of FWhip, doesn't trust him to be around Jimmy], Joel SmallishBeans [same as Fwhip, but trusts Joel more than Fwhip since Jimmy and Joel are now friends].

Strangers / Hasn't met or seen them - GeminiTay, Shelby/Shubble, Hermes, Oli/Orionsound, Falsesymmetry, Joey Graceffa, Evil Sausage, Hermitcraft + Tiny Tom [has heard of them, never got to meet them].

They're best friends, your honour.

(I didn't want to draw a shirtless Jimmy again so I just gave him a random vest 😭)

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rickie-the-storyteller · 1 year ago

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Get to Know My OC!

Remember when I did that interview for Elise, and I mentioned that I would do it for other characters as well? And then I did that poll for you guys to choose who should get an interview next?

It may not look like I remembered that, since it's been ages... but I do. And I'm going to finally be making good on that promise.

Well, the bonus option got the most votes, so today I'll be sharing an OC interview for a brand new character that I've never really mentioned before.

Meet Mackenna Sahara, the main character for my "Five Seconds Flat" series! I think I have at least mentioned this series before... it's the one inspired by the Lizzy McAlpine album.

She's a lot of fun. To give you a basic idea of what I'm trying to go for with her, she's like a mix of Stephanie and Elise from Steph's Crew. A smart and stellar student, but also very confident and feisty. But she's her own character as well - she has plenty of things that make her unique.

The door creaks open, and in walks 19-year-old Mackenna Sahara. She's an intriguing character with a poised posture, and an air of confidence mixed with a touch of mystique. She swiftly saunters into the room, her eyes shifting around the room (and not quite looking at me) as she slowly takes in her surroundings with a slightly raised eyebrow. She hasn't seemed to notice my presence yet...

Her striking appearance matches her personality - long, shiny, sleek jet-black hair cascading down her back, piercing dark eyes that seem to analyse everything, and a small, mischievous smile that hints at her quick wit. She stands at about 5'8", which only adds to her commanding presence.

She doesn't acknowledge me at all until I greet her, and when she does, she extends a hand. As we shake hands, I notice that her grip is rather firm, almost challenging.

1) Are you named after anyone?

Mack: Oh, darling... I'm far too unique to be named after someone else. Can you imagine me being named after anyone else? Preposterous! (laughs) I'm just playing with you! I have no clue where my name comes from. That being said, I like it quite a lot. I think it's cool, you know? It certainly sounds unique. I like to think that my name was carefully selected by my parents to match the brilliance and that enigmatic vibe that I inherently give off.

2) When was the last time you cried?

Mack: Cried? Me? (laughs) I like, never cry. Ever. Unless you count crying tears of boredom. That's me during every assembly I have at school, pretty much. (laughs again) Hmm. But if we're talking about legitimate crying, well, let me think. Oh, yes, it was last week! When I saw the price of a mega hot designer handbag. (sighs) I had my eye on it for months. My wallet cried for mercy and I had to join in.

Me: What?

Mack: What? Crying's contagious!

3) Do you have kids?

Mack: Oh, dear God, no! I'll leave the parenting to those brave enough to handle it. Leave me out of that narrative, please and thank you!

4) Do you use sarcasm?

Mack: (rolls her eyes) Dude, sarcasm is like a second language to me. I sprinkle it into conversations like confetti. It probably isn't necessary all the time, but I like it... it keeps things interesting. Like, if I didn't do it, every conversation I have would be as dull as a monotonous PowerPoint presentation. Or a school assembly.

5) What's the first thing you notice about people?

Mack: Oh, where do I begin? I notice quite a lot about people I meet in a short span of time. Ok, so I suppose the first thing I notice is their fashion sense. If they can't put together a decent outfit, it's like a red flag of incompetence. I don't mean to come off as overly superficial...

Me: Oh, no. You don't sound it at all...

Mack: But I personally believe that the way that you dress and the way you present yourself and carry yourself says a LOT about you as a person! I hate to say it, but I DO judge people based on their appearance. In fact, I believe that pretty much everybody does, whether they acknowledge it or not. But I think that's kind of what I notice first, in a nutshell. The way a person carries themselves. I mean, from outfits, I then move on to their posture, their body language, and the way they talk. I can tell a lot about a person from their demeanor. And, of course, their ability to keep up with my wit. If they can't match my level of banter, well, it's quite disappointing. And when I'm disappointed, I don't bother with that person any longer. They're dead to me. Which... now that I'm saying it aloud, could probably explain why I've been single for so damn long! (laughs) My standards are way too high.

6) What's your eye color?

Mack: Brown. Really dark brown... so dark that they almost look black. But I'm not going to say black, because I don't know whether that's even possible. I really like my eyes! The shape, the colour... everything. Plus, people often say that they're pretty.

7) Any special talents?

Mack: Special talents? Oh, I don't know... I'm kind of funny sometimes? People sometimes tell me that my repertoire of snarky comebacks could put any stand-up comedian to shame, so... Stand-up looks hard, though. Other than that, I can paint! And draw. I'm a pretty solid artist.

8) Scary movies or happy endings?

Mack: Happy ending, I guess. I mean, both options sound stupid - I like being surprised by an ending. But I don't do scary movies. I have no desire to subject myself to unnecessary terror and jump scares. I much prefer a delightful romantic comedy with a predictable yet satisfying happy ending. Life is already filled with enough drama; I don't need to add ghosts and monsters into the mix.

9) Where were you born?

Mack: I was born on planet Krypton. (pauses) Joking. I was born in Wales, but I moved to London when I was two.

10) What are your hobbies?

Mack: You mean, aside from gracing the world with my presence? (laughs) Kidding, don't worry. Um... I already mentioned art, didn't I? Well, speaking of art, I also tend to dabble in the art of people-watching. There's nothing quite like observing the little absurdities and idiosyncrasies of everyday human behaviour. And, of course, reading. Fuels my insatiable thirst for knowledge and provides me with a vast arsenal of interesting crap to say in a conversation. Oh, and I also enjoy the occasional game of chess. Not that I'm any good, but still.

11) Do you have any pets?

Mack: Not at the moment, no. But perhaps one day, I'll stumble upon a feline or canine companion that I can stroke and snuggle and play around with.

12) What sports do you play/have played?

Mack: Sports? (laughs) Oh, dear, that's amusing. The closest I've come to playing a sport is watching Wimbledon on television while sipping an iced tea. I don't do sports!

13) How tall are you?

Mack: I stand tall and mighty at 5'8". It's that perfect height for intimidating those who dare challenge me.

Me: People challenge you?

Mack: Well, no. But I think I'm just one of those people that just takes up space, both physically and metaphorically. May as well embrace it.

14) Favorite subject in school?

Mack: Oh, school! I'm good at pretty much everything, but if I had to choose a favourite subject, it would be English Literature. The opportunity to dissect and criticize the works of renowned authors is just pure bliss for my judgmental soul.

15) Dream job?

Mack: My dream job, you ask? I'm not sure. I have a lot of dreams. I dream of being an actress. I dream of being an artist. I dream of being a businesswoman, or an entrepreneur of some kind... I even dream of being a teacher.

Me: Really? How interesting!

Mack: Yeah... I don't know, though. I lean more towards businesswoman most of the time, but it changes all the time.

Me: Well, I'm sure you'll figure yourself out eventually.

Mack: Me too. And no matter what I'll choose, I know I'm going to be good at it.

Me: I'm sure you will... anyway, we should wrap up now. This has been a delightfully entertaining interview. Thank you very much, Mack!

Mack: The pleasure was all yours, I'm sure. (laugh) I'm only joking! But seriously, thank you for having me. Later!

END OF INTERVIEW.

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Let's make this a tag game!

Gently tagging these people to do this for a character of their own:

@mysticstarlightduck, @clairelsonao3, @silverslipstream, @winterandwords, @exquisitecrow, @gummybugg, @jay-avian

#rickie-the-storyteller #writerblr #writing #original characters #get to know my oc #oc interview

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dreamtydraw · 2 years ago

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please talk to us about your ocs 💕💗💕💗💕

I am currently praying this post dosen't get eatean by tumblr because this is the third time i'm writting it ╭( ๐_๐)╮

First of all i want to thanks you guys for genuinly asking because i really didn't tought it would interest ppl as i am never sure, so once again, thanks you for asking ♡

Euhm euhm....

☆SYMBOLISM OF MY OUR LIFE MC☆

Nda : english is not my first language so i excuse myself in advance for possible typos.

Second nda : because this post is already long enough, Valentin is getting a separated post about her design.

Before starting the analysis there are informations that needs to be given first! When creating my mc I only had a summary of the game: for example, didn't know who Lizzie would be but chose my me to look similar to her by accident, making them looks even more like siblings.

Cerise name was chosen because I wanted her to have a name/appearance fruit inspired, choosing the French translation of Cherry as her name and a mandarine based design. Her last name ( fourth ) comes from the fact that every time I replayed the game I updated her last name to make it easier to differentiated my saves, the fourth run being my favorite. She doesn't have any specific ethnicity and her color palette was chosen to fit in the summer aesthetic, but also an autumn palette aesthetic.

The autumn colors are more present during stressful periods (end of high school, start of step 4) mainly because of the start of adulthood and leaving sunset bird.

Patterns usually associated with Cerise are fruits patern, dots, and ribbons. Cerise also has a very visible scar on her face (the backstory of the scar here) this scar is in the middle of her forehead, it's massive and one of the first features of her you can see, this is im portant for her character.

Now last important info before going on analysis step by step : Cerise was written as a nonverbal autistic child, this and other little details of mannerisms make her a very closeted person. Her character evolve with time, but through the shaping of it, her looks change too.

In step 1 Cerise only had her scar for a year now. She's scared of interacting with people and her prominent feature drowns too much attention into her, so she does what every 8 year old kid think is best; hide it.

Cerise's face is always covered with her hair. It's messy and nonpractical but showing her bareface is too much for her, the idea of people looking at her is just too scary for her.

She usually wears shift dresses because the loose fabric is comfortable and feels right.

She also wear platform sandal, she likes to feel tall and be the same height as her big sister.

The dominant color of her childhood clothes is green, white, and blue. Those color are chosen because little cerise likes her town, she likes the sky, the hill and the ocean.

As time passed by, Cerise now having a friend ( no siloh did not pass the friendship test, Cove is her first friend ), she feels less self conscious about her face. As she grew up she felt less scared and gained bit of self confidence.

But growing up means, Cerise entered middle school, and here started her complicated relathionship with school. Between the terrible stress of work being very hard for her and everyone not being little kid anymore, many thing changed and so did she.

In step 2, influenced by all the people around her, Cerise wants to look pretty and tries to put more effort into her appearance. As she never cut her hair they are very long so she starts by that: trying different hairstyles, her most common one is the side braid ponytail. She's still scared but she's not a kid anymore, Cerise is now able to go out her face not covered.

Now older she was allowed get her ears pierced and so she did.

Growing up she chose yellow as her favorite color because "it has a positive vibe" but secretly it was also because it reminded her of her sister.

Her wardrobe was filled with pretty clothe, ribbons, pretty cutted shirt and flowers patern. Although she intended to wear pretty clothes the types stayed the same : practical shorts and shirt.

She tries to be more feminine with little details like nail polish, hair accessories to look nice.

At the age of 13 years old, Cerise started having a noticeable chest and she hated it. Every clothes she felt too revealing was never wore again, everything that brang attention to her body was hided: tank top got banned from her wardrobe.

Fun fact : she ended up getting a sport shirt because it reminded her of Derek

Middle school is a period of self reflexion, and questioning herself that what she did. Moving to high school her anxiety didn't left but self confidence started to rise now that she felt pretty trough the help of accessories . She felt comfortable in her appearance but still worried of people's opinion, still unsure of what to feel about her body.

Summer 2016 or like they named it... The year of the incident... After 18 years of keeping her extremely long hair, Cerise's cut her hair short to try a new look. Out of highschool, she was worried and lost about herself and her possible future, this new hairstyle marked the start of a new search of self. ( cove discovered it when he came back from his mom and was quite in shock )

This last vacation of her tern year's was bittersweet and she spent it terrified of what the future may hold. Not a kid but not an adult, everything was scary and it reflected into her color scheme who gained more dull and earthy tones.

Her love for accessories grew with her and she started wearing rings, chockers but mainly a lot of bracelet, lot of which she shared with other.

Her love for yellow shifted to green, she tried to feel more adult to feel less scared about the future

Her discomfort with showing skin got mixed with her liking of wearing layered clothes. Her wardrobe got filled with long skirts and overalls dresses.

Her habit of wearing nail polish stayed but instead of the funky color she settled for the same dark green.

Fun facts : she traded one of her rings with one of Baxter's.

She has as multiple friendship bracelet handmade that she shares with Cove.

At the end of Summer, Cerise still scared of what the futur could bring, took the scariest but best decision of her life : moving out of Sunset bird.

Cerise took a year gap after high school and went traveling abroad. She did it to face her biggest fears and focus on herself. It was the decision that shifted her life like she needed. The experience helped her a lot and she grew up to become who she always dreamed of to be. She was not scared of people anymore, she found who she wanted to be and was happy with herself. She went back to appreciate what she used to like : bright color, feminine and comfy clothes, accessories, the ocean, the hills, her home town. Her scar didn't meant anything to her anymore, she liked who she was regardless of exterior opinion.

Inspired by internet fashion, Cerise developed an interest for cottage core and many other soft aesthetic .

She has 3 piercing each ear but often wear just two set of earrings.

She went back into liking yellow as one of her favorite color, but kept green along side of it.

She still wear green nail polish .

Her favorites clothes are long summer dresses.

She feels comfortable to show some skin after a long time of self hatred, now embracing any type of clothes regardless of if it's brings attention to her.

She dosen't wear her accessories as much as she used to but still hold an important love toward it.

Cerise became Cerise and accepted her likes and dislikes to become the best version of herself when it comes to her appearance.

END OF THE POST

If you read that much i thanks you for it ! Hope you'll have a nice day and here, a little Cerise to end this post

#doodle #my oc #original character #Olba #our life beginnings & always #Our life mc #dreamty's ramble #character design

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touchedbydestiny · 1 year ago

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Unprompted positivity: I don't rp with Nadia, but I love reading your threads with @malka-lisitsa and @baby-royalty especially. You play this big emotionally complex woman without reducing her in any way. I've seen a few Nadias around and they seem to focus on all the wrong things - Nadia is a grown ass woman who has an entire lifetime under her belt. She has her own motivations and loyalties that she has to navigate while also getting a chance to know her mother (and her oc half sister). She's older than Katherine in more ways than one and it's so interesting to see how that plays out in your interactions.

Anyways, I was thinking about her today and wanted to share how much I enjoy having you on my dash

coming online and seeing some unexpected positivity in my inbox is really a great thing to witness 🥰

first of all, let me know if you're ever interested in writing with my nadia. ♥

i don't remember when i made my first nadia blog on here (i deleted the first one but i find posts under the tag in the tumble search dated back to 2014) because i pretty much fell in love with nadia since she was introduced (and tvd s5 introduced many great side-characters). i remember that many people were angry/disappointed that katherine's daughter was introduced and that she was physically older and not innocent/cute whatever. it's actually a shame that many people change her fc and switch it to someone younger with softer features. i, however, think it's awesome that nadia is the way she is. she's a badass, independent woman who certainly doesn't have to hide behind the name / her connection to 'katherine pierce' to get what she wants. she is her own woman. she's sneaky and can be manipulative and will manhandle the shit out of you to reach her goals. she freakin stole from an original vampire just to get closer to her goal. it's interesting to see how she developed independently into a person similar to katherine pierce without even meeting her for the majority of a lifetime (the genes are strong xD). and apart from being a vampire, she's also incredibly crafty. one of the only vampires shown to know how to handle a gun. extensive knowledge of traveler magic. not afraid to evade an immortal who was after her own goal. but at the same time, she also has a soft heart, especially when it comes to her mother. and although she also used matt, i like to think that she did care about him (hence why matt also cared about her and made sure she got a decent burial).

nadia feels regarding her oc half-sister (@baby-royalty) a lot of jealousy which she cannot entirely shake because nadia sees that she and katherine have a mother-daugther connection that nadia will never have with katherine. somehow lizzy and nadia remind me of barbenheimer. do you know these edits that were made with one pink and one dark side? lizzy is the pink side and nadia is the dark side. 😅

also major thanks to @malka-lisitsa for being interested in writing with my nadia. not every katherine is automatically looking for a nadia / wanting a nadia for interactions. we had and have many interesting threads, banters, and more that also helped me develop nadia even more. ♥

#positivity #answered ooc #saved #❖ break the fourth wall | ooc

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dynastymusesarch · 1 year ago

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now you're just a page torn from the story I'm building

selective, mutuals only indie rp blog. i am over 25, so anyone under 21, i prefer not to interact with

all I gave you is gone tumbled like it was stone

canon divergant pirate based colin bridgerton @pirtecolin edits blog @dynastymusesedits resources such as gifhunts, psds, and templates blog: @dynastymusesresources

thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake

as such all muses are over 18 (some have been aged up)

thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made

i am very open to crossovers, as well as oc’s, but plotting must be done. if i am not following you, please do not send me in character memes. i am mutual only!

thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up

fandoms include: bridgerton, various period drama, star wars, lord of the rings/rings of power, wheel of time, shadow&bone/gisha verse.

It all fell down, it all fell down, it all fell down

all of my characters as of now (🍊 is high muse) (🌊muses i want plots for) (🧁new muses) starter calls

Bridgerton Verse

anthony bridgerton 🍊

benedict bridgerton 🌊

colin bridgerton🍊

daphne bridgerton🌊

francesca bridgerton🌊

gregory bridgerton🍊

penelope featherington🍊🌊

philip crane🍊🌊

michael sterling🍊

brimsley🌊🧁

sophie beckett🌊

kate sharma🍊

gareth st.clair🍊

prince freidrich hohenzollern🍊🌊

king george freidrick 🍊

lady agatha danbury🌊🧁

queen charlotte of mecklenburg-strelitz 🍊🌊🧁

felicity featherington🌊🧁

posy reiling🌊🧁

shadow&bone/grishaverse

alina starkov 🍊🌊

kaz brekker🍊🌊

inej ghafa🌊

nina zenik🌊

wylan van eck🌊

genya safin🌊🧁

nikolai lanstov🌊

tolya yul bataar🌊🧁

matthais helvar🌊

lord of the rings/rings of power

galadriel🍊

elrond🌊🧁

bronwyn🌊🧁

aragorn🌊🧁

samwise gamgee🌊🧁

wheel of time

rand al’thor🍊🌊

lan mandragoran🍊🌊

siuan sanche🍊

egwene al'vere🍊

elayne trakand🍊

Star Wars

luke skywalker🍊🌊

qui gon jinn🌊

obi wan kenobi🍊🌊

padme amidala🍊🌊

finn🌊

poe dameron🌊🧁

han solo🌊

the musketeers

d’artagnan 🍊

athos

aramis

queen anne of austria🌊

Marvel

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Tandy bowen

Karolina Dean 🍊

Marcos Diaz 🍊

Esme Frost 🍊

John Proudstar🌊

Chase Stein 🍊

Scott Summers 🍊

Charles Xavier🌊

Jennifer Walters

Sersi 🍊

DCEU

Barry Allen 🍊

Beth Chapel🌊

Barbara Gordon 🍊

Dick Grayson🍊

Mary Hamliton 🍊

Virgil Hawkins 🍊

Pamela "Poisin Ivy" Isley 🍊

Kate Kane🌊

Clark Kent 🍊

jenny kord🌊🧁

Selina Kyle 🍊

Dinah Lance 🍊

Gar Logan🍊

M'gann M'orroz 🍊

Tommy Merlyn🌊

Sophie Moore🌊

Yolanda Montez

James Olsen 🍊

Anissa Pierce🌊

milagro reyes🌊🧁

Donna Troy 🍊🧁

Bruce Wayne🍊

Courtney whitmore 🌊

Jinx🌊

Komand'r🌊

TVD Verse

Marcel Gerald 🍊

Elena Gilbert 🍊

Jeremy Gilbert🌊

Tyler Lockwood🌊

Elijah Mikealson 🍊

Hope Mikealson🌊

Lizzie Saltzman 🍊🌊

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane 🍊🌊

Clary Fray 🍊🌊

Simon Lewis🌊🧁

Alec Lightwood🌊

Fate:The Winx Saga

Terra Harvey🌊

Bloom Peters 🍊🌊

Flora🌊

Musa🌊

Riven🌊

Sky🌊

Stella🌊

Narnia

Edmund Pevensie 🍊🌊

Lucy Pevensie🍊🌊

Peter Pevensie🌊🧁

Jill Pole🌊

Eustance Clarence Scrubb🌊

the umbrella acaddemy

Deigo Hargreeves🌊

Five Hargreeves 🍊🌊

Klaus Hargreeves 🌊

Sloane Hargreeves 🍊🌊

Lila Pitts🌊

one tree hill

Julian Baker

Jake Jagelski

Nathan Scott 🍊

Clay Evans

Degrassi

Sav Bhandari 🌊

Fiona Coyne🌊

Clare Edwards 🍊🌊

Jake Martin🌊

Drew Torres🌊

Wednesday/Addams Family

Wednesday Addams🌊

Enid Sinclair

what we do in the shadows

colin robinson 🌊🧁

Guillermo de la Cruz🌊🧁

nadja of antipaxos🌊🧁

lazslo cravensworth 🌊🧁

nandor the relentless 🌊 🧁

the boys/gen v

hughie campbell🌊🧁

annie january / starlight 🌊��

other period drama muses

francis valois (reign with some historical influences) 🍊

Sebastian de poitiers (reign)

charlotte heywood (sanditon)🌊

lord babington (sanditon)🌊

young stringer (sandtiton)🌊

tom jones (tom jones 2023)🌊

henry tudor (7th) (the white queen/the white princess/the spainsh princess with some historical influences) 🍊

richard plantagent (the white queen with some historical influences)🍊

elizabeth woodville (the white queen/the white princess with some historical influences)

anne shirley cuthbert (anne with an e)

marie antoinette( marie antoinette (itv/pbs 2023) with some historical influences) 🍊

(king) louis bourbon (16th) ( marie antoinette (itv/pbs 2023) with some historical influences) 🍊

captain henry ossroy (mr malcom’s list)🌊

selina dalton (mr malcom’s list)🌊

dido elizabeth belle (belle 2013)🌊🧁

camlia dunne (daisy jones&the six) 🌊🧁

tim laughlin (fellow travelers) 🌊🧁

Other Scifi/Fantasy

Lucy Caryle- Lockwood&Co🌊

Anthony Lockwood-Lockwood&Co🌊

Wendy Darling-Peter Pan/Disney 🍊🌊

Elinor Fairmont-First Kill🌊🧁

Juliette Fairmont-First Kill🌊

Kat Harvey-Casper🌊

Harvey Kinkle-Sabrina The Teenage Witch/Archie comics🌊

Wyatt Logan-Timeless🌊

Arthur Pendragon-Merlin🌊

Scott mccall-teen wolf 🌊

david nolan/prince charming-once upon a time 🌊🧁

graham humbert/the huntsman-once upon a time 🌊🧁

mary margret blanchard/snow white-once upon a time 🌊🧁

other medias

Alexander Clearmond Diaz-red, white, & royal🌊

Clare Devlin-Derry Girls🌊

Gregory Eddie-Abbott Elementary🌊

Jim Halpert-The Office🌊

Ben Wyatt-Parks and Recreation 🌊

Lacey Porter-Twisted🌊

Janine Teagues-Abbott Elementary🌊

Henry Stuart Fox -red, white, & royal🌊

Glimmer-She Ra🌊

Rapunzel (various media)🌊🧁

Haley Dunphy (modern family)🌊🧁

Alex Dunphy (modern family) 🌊🧁

original characters

elisabeth barlowe 🍊🌊🧁

jacquetta covington 🍊🌊🧁

maxwell danbury 🍊🌊🧁

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bratshaws · 1 year ago

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through the hourglass 308. brb x oc

a/n: ooooohhh (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Beatrice was sitting by the large bay window on her aunt’s house as she looked over the immense and colorful garden. Both the twins and Nicole were with her since Bea’s parents were busy talking to Martha.

Bea chewed her lower lip anxiously, then furrowed her brows…how would she explain to her aunt that she’s been feeling like Mark and Miranda were just trying to…sabotage? Them? In some way. Rooster hasn’t complained in the last call about Mark and Miranda was very quiet after her giant skeleton fell because of the rain.

She huffs, checking on Nicole who was sitting next to her, holding a giant and soft book in her hands while her siblings were sleeping on bassinets - Victorian styled, her aunt had a lot of old stuff there - close by.

Nicole, engrossed in the colorful illustrations of her oversized book, looked up at Beatrice with wide, curious eyes. "Mama?" she asked, her small voice cutting through the silence.

Beatrice offered her daughter a gentle smile, ruffling her hair affectionately. The little furrow of her brows just like Rooster made her heart warm up "Hey, sweetie. Just thinking about some grown-up stuff. How about you? Enjoying your book?"

Nicole giggled enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up. “Orse!!" and she points to the picture of a horse on her page. The innocence in Nicole's expression momentarily eased Beatrice's concerns.

The twins, oblivious to their surroundings, peacefully slumbered in their bassinets. Beatrice took a deep breath, summoning the courage to discuss her worries with her aunt first and foremost. She checked to see if they were done talking and met her aunt Martha’s gaze from a distance.

Martha looked up from the table where a spread of tea and pastries had been laid out. Her eyes, wise and piercing, met Beatrice's with a knowing glint. "Ah, Beatrice, my dear. Excuse me,” she tells Bea’s parents, “But me and Bea should speak.”

Fuck.

She’s such a good witch.

Beatrice inhaled for courage,still seated by the window the scent of freshly brewed tea mingling with the aroma of the pastries. Her parents, deep in conversation, didn’t stop Martha when she walked away.

Aunt Martha poured a cup of tea for Beatrice, her hands moving with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, carrying it over to Bea. "Careful now,” she says once she’s close enough, “It’s warm.”

Beatrice took the offered teacup, the warmth seeping through her fingers. She gave her aunt a grateful smile before taking a careful sip, letting the soothing blend of herbs and warmth envelop her senses. Aunt Martha settled into the chair opposite her, sitting between the twins and Bea."Now, my dear Beatrice," Martha began, her voice a soft murmur that seemed to carry a weight of centuries. "What's on your mind?"

Beatrice looked to her aunt with her eyes above the brim,green irises meeting green irises. "It's... I don’t know…um.l..how to begin.”

Aunt Martha leaned back in her chair, a serene smile playing on her lips. "Begin wherever your heart guides you, Beatrice. The winds of fate whisper to those who listen."

She blinked, then sighed,"It's about... Mark and Miranda. They are our new neighbors."

Martha's gaze deepened as she crossed her legs by the knee under her long flowy dress. "Ah, the threads of fate entangled in the dance of mortals. Mark and Miranda... they are but players in a grander tapestry. What troubles you, my dear?"

Beatrice hesitated, her mind racing to find the right words. "I don't trust them, Aunt Martha. It's like they have a hidden agenda, and I can't shake the feeling that it's affecting Rooster and me."

“How,so,Beatrice?”

Beatrice glanced out of the window, "It's just... their actions, the way they talk. It's like they're trying to undermine us in some way. Like…they want to be better than us."

Martha sipped her tea, one that Bea had to do a double take because where did that come from???. "The winds carry whispers of unease, my dear. Trust your instincts, for they are often attuned to the unseen currents of the world. "

Beatrice frowned, a knot tightening in her stomach. "Do you... do you sense something, Aunt Martha? Some kind of … I don't know, ill intent?"

Martha's eyes gleamed pleasantly, her fingers lightly tapping on the armrest of her chair and then she let out a soft, melodic chuckle. "Ah, Beatrice, my dear. The currents of the unseen are vast and complex. I sense ripples, whispers, and echoes. But to discern their true nature requires a deeper understanding, an unraveling of the threads that weave through the fabric of existence."

Beatrice furrowed her brows, confusion evident in her expression. "Aunt Martha, I don't need riddles. I need answers. Do you sense danger from Mark and Miranda?" she frowns, “I…the kids,Rooster, if any of them try anything I–” she closes her eyes and inhales again, “...no one hurts my family. No one hurts Rooster.” and considering the times someone tried to, she immediately reacted…well.

She was very serious about that.

Aunt Martha's gaze deepened, "Danger, my dear, is a shadow that dances at the edges of perception. The threads of fate weave a tapestry, and within it, there are moments of darkness and moments of light."

Beatrice's frustration grew, her worry for her family fueling her impatience. "Aunt Martha, please. I need to know if we're in danger. Rooster, the kids—"

Martha raised a hand, her touch gentle but firm, as if soothing the storm within Beatrice. "Patience, Beatrice. The tapestry unfolds, and as it does, the threads reveal their secrets.But danger, as you understand it, is not a straightforward path."

The brunette sighed, her shoulders slumping. She took another sip of her tea, the warmth providing a momentary comfort. "I just want to protect my family. I need to know if Mark and Miranda pose a threat."

Aunt Martha leaned forward, her eyes locking onto Beatrice's with an intensity. "Mark and Miranda are but players in the cosmic play. I sense a tension, a clash of energies. But harm is a subjective concept, my dear. It's not always physical. Sometimes, the deepest wounds are the ones unseen."

"What do you mean, unseen wounds? "

Martha's lips curved into a thoughtful smile. "Mark and Miranda may influence, but how you navigate those currents is within your grasp."

"So, you're saying I need to be vigilant, that their influence might affect us in ways we don't immediately see." she frowns then parts her lips, “When…we had a double date with them at Oda, you know that fancy japanese restaurant? They…acted like we were less… and I got really mad at Miranda with how she spoke to me and I shut her up.”

Aunt Martha chuckled, her laughter weaving through the air like a gentle breeze. "Miranda's words may sting, but they are mere echoes in the vast tapestry of your being."

Beatrice could swear she could see lights around her aunt.

Mystical and all that.

Beatrice nodded, absorbing her aunt's words, eyes dropping to Nicole who was still leaning against her and to the sleeping twins. "I just... I don't want them to harm us. Rooster, the kids, our life. We've worked so hard to build something good." she sighs "I just wish I had a clearer understanding of what we're dealing with."

Martha leaned back, her gaze fixed on a distant point as if she could see beyond the walls of the room. "The answers you seek may not be found in the present, my dear. Be patient.”

“I’m trying,auntie.” she says, “...Rooster is miles away, on a mission that’s already being messy and he has to stay with Mark so…I have a reason to be worried…”

"Rooster is a strong soul, Beatrice. His path is entwined with yours in ways that go beyond the horizon of this moment. Trust in the bond you share, and it will guide you through the veiled shadows."

Beatrice nodded, finding solace in her aunt's words. "I just hope he comes back safe…”

Martha's smile remained, “He will…he as you to come back to,doesn’t he?”

Rooster looked down at his reports one last time before he rubbed his eyes, blinking when he noticed McAllister standing there “Oh. McAllister, you–have you been there long?”

McAllister grinned, shaking his head. "Not long, sir. Just wanted to catch you before the briefing."

Rooster leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. "Well, you caught me in the middle of staring at these reports like they hold the secrets of the universe."

McAllister chuckled, glancing at the reports. "Anything I can help with, sir?"

Rooster sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Not unless you can magically make these reports less mind-numbing. But I appreciate the offer, McAllister."

The younger pilot pulled up a chair, sitting across from Rooster. "You seem a bit... tense, sir. Everything alright?"

Rooster studied McAllister's earnest expression, a brief moment of contemplation passing over him. "Just the usual post-mission stress, McAllister. You'll get used to it."

"You've been doing this a long time, sir. Does it ever get easier?"

“...McAllister,are you calling me old?”

“W-What? No sir!II-I’d never I–”

Rooster chuckled at McAllister's stammered response, waving his hand. "Relax, McAllister. I was just messing with you. And to answer your question, no, it doesn't get easier. You just learn to carry the weight differently."

McAllister visibly relaxed, a small smile appearing on his face. "Right. I guess it's all part of the job, huh?"

Rooster nodded, his gaze shifting to the reports once more. "Exactly. Now, what can I help you with, McAllister? Besides making jokes about my age."

“Well,I was wondering if…there’s anything I can help with before the briefing sir?”he pauses “E-Everyone saw how intense it was but-”

Rooster observed McAllister's genuine concern,the weight of the mission still lingering in his mind. "You're right, McAllister. It was intense out there. But you handled yourself well. Your instincts are sharp."

McAllister's eyes brightened at the praise, and he nodded appreciatively. "Thank you, sir. But I still have a lot to learn. E-Even after my promotion which..I-I don’t think I ever thanked you for it,sir."

Rooster leaned back in his chair, smiling like…well,a proud older brother. "You earned that promotion, McAllister. I don't hand those out lightly. Your performance speaks for itself."

"I won't let you down, sir. I promise."

Rooster nodded approvingly. "I believe you, McAllister. Now, about your offer to help—"

McAllister leaned in, eager to be of assistance. "Anything, sir. Flight logs, mission summaries, whatever you need."

The LT smiled, appreciating the young pilot's enthusiasm as he looked down at the papers. "Alright, let's go through the flight logs together. I want your perspective on the maneuvers. You might catch something I missed."

“...yes!Yes,um,yes sir I can do that.”

Rooster and McAllister delved into the flight logs, analyzing the detailed records of their maneuvers and decisions during the intense dogfight. The hum of the air conditioner provided a steady background noise as they worked, the room bathed in the soft glow of fluorescent lights.

They reviewed the data, McAllister occasionally asked questions or offered his insights. Rooster, in turn, shared his own experiences and reasoning behind certain decisions. The atmosphere shifted from a strict superior-subordinate dynamic to a more collaborative exchange of ideas.

McAllister, ever eager to learn, absorbed the information like a sponge. Rooster couldn't help but admire the young pilot's dedication and hunger for improvement. It reminded him of his own early days in the cockpit, the thrill of learning, and the pursuit of excellence.

And to him, honestly, the obsession of it.

He wanted McAllister and the others to learn, not lose themselves on it

"You see, McAllister, it's not just about executing maneuvers. It's about understanding the why behind each move," Rooster explained,. "Every decision we make up there has consequences. It's a delicate balance between offense, defense, and anticipating the enemy's moves."

McAllister nodded, his eyes focused on the flight log. "I get it, sir. It's like a chess game, but at Mach 2."

Rooster chuckled, a very amused hah!’ leaving his throat. "Exactly. And you have to stay one step ahead. Anticipate the opponent's next move before they even know what it is."

“Like we did back then.”

Rooster leaned back in his chair, still looking as proud as ever. "Exactly, McAllister. That's the key. It's not just about being skilled; it's about being strategic, being a step ahead in every aspect."

McAllister absorbed the wisdom, eyes moving to his hands,nodding slowly. "I'll keep that in mind, sir. It's an honor to learn from someone with your experience."

“Again,old?”

“No sir!You are…um…i-in your…forties?”

There was a pause and Rooster blinked at him, “I’m thirty-nine.”

“Well-!!”

“Let's get back to the logs." he says while looking down then back at the door, shut and hiding the outside from them. He propped his hand on his chin,pursing his lips, “McAllister.”

“Sir?”

“I’m going to ask you something and I want you to answer me as honestly as you can…” he says and the younger pilot’s attention is on him, completely, “Has Mark talked to you or the other recruits again? Or is he keeping to himself?”

McAllister furrowed his brows, a hint of confusion on his face. "Mark? Well, sir, he's always been a bit... standoffish, you know? I haven't really seen him talking to the other recruits much. But, I mean, I don't think he's causing any trouble or anything."

Rooster leaned back, studying McAllister's expression. The young pilot's response was genuine, yet there was a lingering uncertainty in his eyes. "What about you, McAllister? Has he approached you, tried to get close in any way?"

McAllister hesitated for a moment, as if carefully choosing his words. "Well, sir, he did talk to me once or twice. Nothing major, just casual stuff about the missions, you know? But... there's something about him, sir. Can't quite put my finger on it."

Rooster's expression tightened."Right. If anything feels off, I want you to report it immediately. We can't afford any loose ends, especially with the recent breach."

The younger pilot nodded earnestly. "I understand, sir. I'll keep an eye out."

He leaned forward, his voice low and measured. "I need you to understand, McAllister, that the safety and integrity of this squadron are my top priorities. If you see or hear anything suspicious, you come to me. Understood? Not only from Mark."

McAllister met Rooster's gaze,nodding a bit surprised . "Understood, sir. I've got your back, and I'll do whatever it takes to ensure the squadron's safety."

Rooster nodded, a silent acknowledgment of McAllister's dedication. "Good. Now, let's finish reviewing these logs. The briefing will be starting soon, and we need to be prepared."

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