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My Hero Academia OC - Terumi🖤🍔🫀

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{CW: mentions of abuse and human experimentation}

Basic Info

Name: Terumi Sunada

Nicknames/Aliases: Subject T-39, various false names

Age: 21-22

Birthday: May 29th

Sexuality: Demisexual

Height: 5’ (152 cm)

Weight: 198 lbs. (54 kg)

Hair Color: Coral

Eye Color: Cerise

Skin Color: Pale

Looks: Petite, wide hips, large and expressive eyes, short chewed-up nails, bags under eyes, always seen wearing bandages on her wrists and neck and her old hospital band with her identification number

Occupation: Villain, pickpocket (former)

Relationships

Parent(s): Dr. Daisuke Sunada (father), Dr. Mio Sunada (mother)

Sibling(s): N/A

Relative(s): N/A

Friend(s): Mistress, Himiko Toga, Twice, Spinner, Big Sis Magne, Mr. Compress, Dabi, Tomura Shigaraki, Kurogiri

Other(s): Her enemies are Pro-Heroes and researchers who experiment on Quirks, and she has romantic interest in Tomura Shigaraki

Pet(s): N/A

Hero/Villain Details

Villain Name: Terumi

Costume: Black elbow-length top with silver lining, black and pink coat with silver-studded spikes, black leather jeans, pink platform boots

Motivations: She wants to seek revenge on the Hero society after she suffered years of torturous experiments for her healing Quirk to be used to benefit the Pro-Heroes

Quirk: Self-healing, psychokinesis

Abilities: She is able to heal her own wounds and injuries, although how long her injuries take to heal depends on the time frame and severity of the injury; she does have the ability to heal others, but it takes a lot of energy out of her. She inherited a small percentage of her grandmother’s psychokinetic Quirk and can move people and objects with her mind; the mass of the object or person will differ in how much of her power she is able to use.

Moves: She lacks control of her Quirk and doesn't have a set move, however she is known to be a wild card and can be one of the most unpredictable villains given how powerful when her psychokinesis comes into use in a fight.

Weaknesses: She cannot use both of her Quirks at the same time, she has to use one or the other. Overuse of her healing will cause her to become extremely fatigued. Despite how powerful her psychokinesis is, it can take a toll on her and give her intense migraines and nosebleeds, so she only uses this Quirk in extreme situations in battle when absolutely necessary, however she can be reckless when it comes to protecting her comrades.

Other Abilities: She can regrow her limbs if they are amputated, but this takes weeks or months for her to fully heal. She is skilled in hand-to-hand combat and martial arts, and is one of the stealthiest villains and can get by almost unnoticed.

Statistics

Power: 4/5

Speed: 4.5/5

Technique: 3/5

Intelligence: 2/5

Cooperativeness: 1/5

Extra

Likes: The ocean, painting, being outside, music, the League of Villains, Shigaraki, candy, fast food, corgis, manga, strawberry chocolate, bugs and spiders, girl time with Big Sis and Toga and Mistress, makeup, plushies

Dislikes: Small dark spaces, her parents, needles, doctor's offices, quiet rooms, thunderstorms, vegetables, romance books, pop music, shrimp, the smell of coffee, the hero society, her hair being long

Habits: She's developed an obsession with wearing bandages and a fear of getting hurt, stress eats and mostly prefers to eat unhealthy foods, overthinks too easily, she chew her fingernails and chips off nail polish (if she wears any) with her teeth, she doesn’t brush her teeth

Fears: Being taken back to the laboratory she escaped, her father putting her in “time out”, needles, hospitals, being restrained, small confined spaces, the dark, losing her new family

Backstory

Terumi is a member of the League of Villains and an escaped subject of Quirk experimentation. She was born in Tokyo, Japan to two award-winning scientists—her grandmother had the same psychokinetic abilities as her (it had skipped a generation and her mother did not inherit it), however her father had the ability to heal minor injuries, but Terumi’s healing abilities were shown to be much more enhanced in healing more serious injuries on her own body.

Her family was a part of a team of scientists funded by the Japanese government to better understand Quirks in hopes to help bio-engineer abilities that could be beneficial in aiding Pro-Heroes and making a better hero society. On a holiday trip to the beach, Terumi had injured herself after falling off a pile of rocks, breaking her ankle. Her panicked father was about to take her to a doctor until he saw, before his eyes, she was able to heal her injury in just a matter of minutes, and got up as though nothing happened. Daisuke was in awe at how advanced her healing abilities were compared to his own, and he rushed to his wife telling her that their daughter was far more special than they thought, and there could be so much more to her than beyond their wildest dreams. They used this opportunity to make Terumi a subject of their experiments to better understand her Quirk in hopes that she can use her healing abilities to aid any Pro-Heroes who are injured on duty or civilians that were caught up in any villain attacks.

The last time she was on the outside was after she left school, and her parents had told her she was going to be going away for a little while. She was under the impression that they were going away to a vacation home to be together as a family, and was in awe when she saw the building near the ocean that would end up becoming a prison for many years. She was no longer allowed to attend school and was confined to live within the facility in a small room decorated much like a little girl’s room that was constantly under surveillance. She was to be accompanied at all times and never to be left alone when she left her room, and she was never to go outside the lab, only seeing the outside world through a small window with a view of the ocean. The experiment was kept classified amongst the public, knowing the lab would receive controversy for involving a child in their experiment and the extreme lengths they were willing to go to make their break-through. Daisuke and Mio coaxed Terumi to go through with the experiments. They started off small from pricking her finger to drawing small samples of blood to watch how fast she could heal herself, but over time the experiments grew more intense and the injuries got more severe to see how her healing could go, such as amputating parts of her body and if or seeing how long it would take for them to grow back. Even though she was able to heal herself every time, she remembered all of the pain very clearly.

Mio hated seeing her daughter be forced to endure the experiments, and she only allowed it to happen so Daisuke could successfully figure out how to use her Quirk to heal others. Terumi pleaded and begged her parents to stop these experiments and to let her go home, and instead they would encourage her to keep going with the belief that she was doing something good to help others, only her emotional comfort and bribing her with stuffed animals and her favorite foods. Her parents continued to treat her like a little girl even when she reached adulthood. When she became a teenager, Terumi began to act out more aggressively and fight back, resulting in her killing one of the interns in a blind rage by using her Psychokinesis to smash his body against the wall, breaking every bone in her body and her skull. Daisuke feared that Terumi would lash out, and so he started putting her in “time out,” restraining her in a dark and quiet room in pure silence where she could see only pitch-black. She couldn’t move, hear, or see anything, and there were times she didn’t know how long she was in there for. This caused Terumi to behave and continue to endure the experiments, believing once they made a breakthrough, she could finally go home.

After her frontal lobe was severely damaged and had nearly killed her, Terumi finally snapped. On her eighteenth birthday, her mother was getting ready to bring her out of her room to conduct yet another experiment and bring her a small cake in celebration of her birthday. Just as they were preparing to leave the room, Terumi used her psychokinesis to break Mio’s neck, twisting her head to a one-eighty degree angle and killing her instantly. She then used her abilities to damage the surveillance cameras and went on a bloody rampage. The first time she was able to go outside in the thunderstorm. Daisuke ran to try to stop her from escaping, not wanting to lose her when he was so close to his break-through. Terumi, tired of being in pain and being a guinea pig against her will, jumped off the ledge into the sea. She survived the initial fall and washed up to shore on the very same beach where her healing Quirk was discovered, finally free after twelve torturous years.

Even though she was finally free, she lived in constant fear that her father would find her and bring her back to the lab. She spent years wandering the streets of Japan, stealing clothes and food and sleeping in abandoned buildings. She chopped off her hair and developed an obsession with putting bandages on even for minor cuts and bruises; she kept her hospital band on as she was too scared to take it off, but she kept it hidden with long sleeves. She kept herself blended into society so she wouldn’t be found and spent her life wandering around Japan until she made her way into Musutafu where she became a pickpocket to find easy targets, which tourists were her favorites. One night, she made the worst mistake in trying to steal from what she thought was an abandoned building only to discover it was the secret hideout of the League of Villains. The villains were split on what to do with her, but it was settled that they would keep her there for the sake of having someone who can heal them and be so unpredictable. She especially formed an unlikely friendship with the leader of the League, Tomura Shigaraki. As they got closer, she worked up the courage to tell him about her past and the pain she went through for twelve years of her life. He then made a quick decision for him and Kurogiri to hunt down Daisuke with and kill him with his Decay Quirk, finally freeing Terumi from the fear of her being brought back to the lab. Since then, Terumi’s trust in Shigaraki strengthened and she became a loyal member of the League of Villains and is determined to seek revenge against society for being the sole reason that she was subjected to these cruel experiments and failing to save her when she needed the most help.

Trivia

-Her voice: Japanese- Yu Shimamura (Annie Leonhart, Attack on Titan); English- Anne Yatco (Nobara Kugisaki, Jujutsu Kaisen)

-She is a Gemini.

-From the past trauma she's had to endure, she has developed PTSD, intense anxiety, and OCD. She tends to act a lot younger than her age given that she has had her childhood taken away from her.

-Fast food is her comfort food that she was often bribed with if the experiments were successful. After escaping and wandering the streets, she ate six cheeseburgers in one sitting.

-She has a corgi plushie that she keeps as her own friend.

-Shigaraki was scared to touch her in fear that his Quirk would hurt her. Fortunately for him, her body is able to heal so he doesn't have to worry about this.

-She refuses to sleep when it’s dark or purely quiet, and has to have some sort of white noise so she can sleep peacefully. If that white noise is turned off, it will immediately wake her and she will not be able to sleep

-She's had nightmares about her frontal lobe being removed and being trapped in the dark.

-There were some Pro-Heroes who were aware of the experiments going on, but they did not know the extent of what she was being subjected to.

-Her story is inspired by Eri in a scenario as to what if someone never rescued her, and there are elements about her loosely inspired by Scarlet Witch from the MCU and Eleven from Stranger Things.

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imagowrites · 3 days ago

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Sylvia

Part 2 out of 5 of Æternus.

148k, Snape x fem!OC, Sirius x fem!OC, Teen And Up Audiences, Snape POV, Post-Canon/Canon Divergence, Found Family.

NOTE: it doesn't make sense if you haven't read Omegas.

TW: Explicit violence.

A Quiet Life

The years following the Second Wizarding War were ones of quiet renewal. Everyone, from the owner of the smallest shop in Diagon Alley to the British Minister for Magic, worked to rebuild a harmonious, peaceful Wizarding Community, a world where the deeds of Lord Voldemort would forever be remembered as a warning, never as an inspiration. Everywhere, on every street, in every home, office and classroom, there was an air of gentle, comforting serenity. Everywhere except in Severus Snape's office, in the dungeon of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There was plenty of silence within those four walls, but the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor quickly learned, at his own expense, to distinguish that quiet atmosphere from the peace that pervaded the rest of the castle. That apparent calm concealed something else entirely.

In the seven years leading up to Voldemort's defeat, Omegas had become so accustomed to surviving as a nomad that she seemed to have completely forgotten how to live in a civilised society. With almost a year to go before Hogwarts reopened, Severus initially tried to persuade her to leave the school.

"Why?" she asked, bending over a cauldron containing a milky liquid that Severus didn't bother to identify.

"Generally, professors don't stay at Hogwarts when there are no classes."

"Why?" she repeated, now adding what looked very much like human hair to the mixture.

"Because professors have no reason to stay at Hogwarts when there are no classes," he explained.

He was careful not to let his tone suggest how stupid he thought it was to underline that obviousness, for she had picked up a small silver dagger and was now staring at him with a frown, her head tilted slightly to one side.

"Where do they go?" she asked, without the slightest hint of irony.

Severus looked around in confusion. "Home," he said simply.

Omegas stopped looking at him, turned and stuck the tip of the dagger into one of her fingertips before dipping the bleeding finger into the whitish fluid. "I don't have one," she observed.

He approached the cauldron and watched in fascination as a dark red spiral formed in the milky-white mixture.

"I do."

She raised her head again and looked at him with a pair of half-closed violet eyes, still holding the silver dagger in one hand. "Are you asking me to come to your house?"

It was only then that Severus realised that he had just proposed to a woman he had known for only a few months, with whom he had a relationship that had yet to be given a title or precise definition, armed with a knife and engaged in something decidedly shady, to move in with him. He swallowed and continued to stare at her without saying a word until he was distracted by something even more bizarre than the situation he had found himself in: the contents of the cauldron had begun to scream. Omegas turned sharply, pulled out her finger and stared at the now pale pink liquid. She put the dagger down and reached out to him.

"Lend me your wand?" she asked, raising her voice to be heard over the screams.

He pulled it from under his cloak and handed it to her.

"What the hell is that?"

"Silencio," she cast, pointing the wand at the cauldron.

The screams stopped. She waved it again and the cauldron and all the ingredients around it disappeared. She slung her bag over her shoulder, gave him one of her indecipherable smiles and handed the wand back to him.

"Fine by me," she said. She walked past him to the office door. "Shall we go?"

Severus was not prepared for her to accept immediately. He had suspected that Omegas would enter his home sooner or later, but he hadn't expected it to happen so abruptly, without warning, from one day to the next. His apartment in Spinner's End had been unoccupied for months, and even in its better days it couldn't be described as a welcoming place. It was small, dark, the neighbourhood wasn't exactly respectable, and since he'd last seen it, at least a couple of spider colonies seemed to have decided to take up residence among the many bookshelves that filled his living room. As they crossed the threshold, Severus glanced at Omegas, and a vivid memory of the last time he had seen her in a house resurfaced in his mind. It had been with Jay in a flat on the fifth floor of a bright building in a quiet street on the outskirts of Liverpool. He had seen her sitting on a soft couch, surrounded by white walls and large windows, high ceilings and immaculate floors. He watched from a distance as she took the first step into the dark room. Omegas placed her velvet bag on the only armchair in the middle of the living room and walked slowly towards the walls covered with dusty bookshelves. She stretched out one arm and ran her fingers along the spines of all the books on the shelves. Then she stopped and stared motionless at the top corner of one shelf. A moment later, her hand darted quickly to a nearby spider web and caught what, from its size, would have been more accurately described as a tarantula than a mere spider. She walked over to her bag, pulled out a glass jar, and a moment later she was removing all eight legs of the large spider, one by one, and placing them in the jar. Job done, she looked at the result of her work with some satisfaction, placed the jar back in her bag, turned to Severus and gave him one of her most genuine smiles.

"I like this place," she declared.

From the scene he had just witnessed, Severus might have been disgusted and vaguely intimidated if he hadn't been so busy being happy.

For the first few days, Omegas didn't live in the apartment as if it were a home; she lived in it as if it were a cave. She would crouch in the smallest, darkest corner of the living room with a book in her hand, only coming out to eat, sleep or change books. Severus barely noticed she was there and decided to treat her behaviour as perfectly normal. He did so partly because he felt it was her way of settling in and partly because, frankly, he had no idea how to behave either. As time went on, Omegas began to come out of her corner. One evening, when Severus returned home, he lit the fireplace with a wave of his wand and conjured an armchair identical to his own in front of the other. She rose from the floor, without taking her eyes from the book she was reading, and sat across from him, as she had done hundreds of times in his quarters, without saying a word. Slowly she began to comment on what she read in some of her books when she found it particularly interesting.

One day, while he was preparing dinner and she was sitting in the armchair in her usual silence, Omegas suddenly chuckled.

"Fascinating, Severus. It says there's no antidote to the Draught of Living Death. This book must have been written before the Wiggenweld Potion was invented," she said, examining the cover for a publication date.

Severus, who hadn't heard her voice in at least two weeks, jumped, nearly spilling the contents of the pot he was handling. From that moment on, Omegas began to speak occasionally, usually to correct something in the volumes that she found inaccurate.

"It says here to use Re'em Blood for the Exstimulo Potion, but believe me, if you add urine, the effect is almost the same, but the taste is much sweeter," she explained one icy Monday afternoon.

Severus looked at her in bewilderment. For a moment he considered asking her 'How do you know that?', but he was so pleased with her newfound sharing that he simply got up from the armchair, went to the kitchen table, quickly cleared it away and said, "Prove it," with an air of forced scepticism.

It was a winning move. Omegas began to take her cauldrons out of her bag, then her ingredients, then her clothes, and when she appeared one Sunday afternoon with a large stack of books and began to arrange them on his bookshelves, he was certain that those had just become their bookshelves.

From then on, life proceeded with such naturalness and simplicity that Severus had grown accustomed to it before he realised it. Whenever he found himself in a potentially embarrassing situation and feared that it would make him uncomfortable, she would do or say something so bizarre and vaguely disturbing that the feeling would disappear. On Christmas Eve morning, when Omegas got up and joined him in the living room, she found him hidden behind the pages of a crumpled newspaper. He had always hated Christmas. He had put his heart and soul into making sure that no one dared to wish him a Merry Christmas or buy him a present. Generally, he spent those two days at Hogwarts, locked in his quarters, except for the traditional feast, as far away as possible from anyone who might remind him of what was happening outside those four walls. The thought that Omegas' presence and their distance from the school might somehow interfere with his solitary habit had caused him to wake up with a feeling of anxiety and annoyance that had only grown as the morning wore on.

"Good morning," she said, sitting down in front of him.

"Good morning," he replied, lifting the newspaper to cover every inch of his face.

When, a few minutes later, he dared to peek in her direction, he found her looking at him curiously, and immediately went back behind his newspaper.

"Ah, of course," she said, leaning back in her chair. "It's Christmas, isn't it?"

Severus pointed at the date on the front page. "Not yet."

"Mm..." she replied.

She pulled a wand from her dress pocket, waved it and, in one swift movement, barred the window, locked the door and sealed the fireplace. Severus looked up from the newspaper, glanced around and saw her disappear behind the book she had put aside the night before. Then he noticed the wand she was holding.

"Where did you get that?"

"Vietnam," she replied.

He frowned. "When were you in Vietnam?"

"Last night," she said, turning a page.

Severus blinked, put down the newspaper and leaned forward in his chair.

"Is it..." he began, intrigued and vaguely intimidated, "is it made of—"

"Oh, yes," Omegas interrupted, now hiding a big satisfied smile behind her book.

He watched her in silence, his lips parted, without saying a word until she calmly put the book down and looked him in the eye.

"Would you like to try it?" she asked, knowing exactly what his answer would be.

Severus nodded and spent the next few hours having the best Christmas Eve of his life.

A new phase of their cohabitation began, just as quiet, but very different from the tranquillity of the previous days. Omegas was absolutely incapable of standing still. She conducted research and experiments of dubious legality and more than questionable morality. She would fixate on something, work on it for a while, then get bored and move on to the next thing. The first obsession was the arch of the Death Chamber, which remained in the living room for months, with its disturbing mystical aura. Severus found ghosts floating around the house, entering the artefact and emerging with disgusted grimaces, swearing they would never set foot in it again and loudly cursing Omegas.

"They won't tell me what's in there, Severus," she complained as the ghost of a middle-aged witch disappeared through the door, looking as if she wanted to slam it behind her. "This would be a lot easier if I knew how to cast the spell on the Weasley lenses."

She flopped down in the armchair with crossed arms and an annoyed look on her face, and remained silent for a few minutes.

"You know what I could do?" she said then. She leaned forward, swirling the brownish liquid in her glass, and Severus knew he wasn't going to like the next sentence. "I could perform another of those rituals, perhaps on a larger animal. Technically, it would be a corpse, wouldn't it? It could enter."

The next morning, the arch had disappeared from the living room and had mysteriously reappeared on the doorstep of the Department of Mysteries.

Not much more than a month had passed before Severus, returning from a few errands in Diagon Alley, entered his home to find a scene even more bizarre than any he had witnessed before. Omegas had conjured a low table, strikingly similar to the one in his Hogwarts quarters, and was offering a drink to someone sitting in his armchair. Severus blinked, and just as he was about to express the anger that had consumed him at the thought of her inviting a stranger without telling him, and that stranger sitting in his seat, drinking whisky with her as if it were nothing, he realised that the man was not a stranger at all. It was Gellert Grindelwald. He stood frozen, staring at him for several minutes as she smiled and handed him a glass filled to the brim. The man, motionless, his brown eyes fixed on her, showed no sign of wanting to take it.

"Is that a Boggart?" he asked, barely hiding his unease with an impassive tone.

"Merlin, I hope so," she replied, chuckling merrily.

Severus approached, snatching the glass from her hands with some irritation and placing it on the table.

"Why is there a Boggart in my armchair?" he asked, hoping that for once the dangerously oily tone that had always worked on everyone else would work on her. He wasn't lucky.

"Fascinating creatures, Boggarts. Don't you think?" she said.

She stood, clasped her hands behind her back and walked slowly around Severus.

"No one has ever bothered to study them properly. Too horrible for anyone to want to keep one in their office and do a bit of research," she continued, stopping a hand's breadth from his nose. "We don't know what they really look like, whether they do what they do consciously or on impulse, whether it's a form of attack or a defensive strategy, whether they're capable of communicating..."

Severus ran his eyes over Grindelwald's face, still motionless in his armchair, staring straight ahead. It was tempting. He had never managed to delve into the Boggart matter; when he had tried, he had been staring at Lord Voldemort's face and had decided to put that curiosity aside. But now Voldemort was dead and he had a woman in his house who was perfectly capable of sitting down and having a drink with her greatest fear.

When he looked back at Omegas, she was preening conspicuously, well aware that the temptation had struck, and he wasn't quite sure, as was often the case, whether he wanted to kiss her or slap her. In any case, he did neither. Instead, he reached for the table, grabbed the glass and nonchalantly raised it to his lips.

"Put it in your chair," he ordered.

That Boggart stayed there for quite a while. Severus told himself it wasn't that bad for an obsession after all; at least it was harmless. He was even somewhat relieved, at least until one of the first warm days of the year when Omegas decided to fall asleep curled up in the armchair and the Boggart, seeing him enter the room and recognising him as the only conscious person around, attacked him. Severus grabbed his wand and prepared to cast a Riddikulus spell, not wanting to deal with Voldemort's ugly, snake-like face at that moment. But instead of transforming into him, the Boggart collapsed to the ground, forcing him to look at the lifeless body of Omegas lying on the cold floor of his house. He hesitated for just a moment and it was enough for her to wake up and see the scene. There was a tense and rather awkward silence that neither of them could break for at least five minutes.

"Oh," she said. "Well, it's kind of romantic."

Severus knew for a fact that the urge to slap her had overtaken everything else. He turned to her with a face contorted with anger and slowly pointed a finger at her double, still lying on the floor.

"Make. That. Thing. Disappear."

She swallowed audibly, and the next day there was no trace of Boggarts.

After that episode, Omegas confined herself to experiments and research involving cauldrons and, at most, ingredients of dubious provenance. One August morning, still far too hot for Severus' liking, the routine of her working at the usual large wooden table, now placed against the living room wall, and him reading in the armchair, pretending not to hear the ominous noises coming from her cauldron, was brutally interrupted by the doorbell. Severus' eyes snapped to hers, and she returned his gaze with an equally worried expression.

"Do you... do you want me to..." she began, gesturing vaguely towards the bedroom.

He stared at her, eyes wide, in silence, until the doorbell rang again.

"I can... I can go if—" she tried, only to be interrupted by a third ring, longer and more insistent than the previous two.

Severus stood impatiently, glancing at Omegas one last time, his eyes telling her to stay where she was. He reached the door, opened it and found himself facing Draco, pale and long-haired.

"Sir," Draco said, somewhat intimidated by the other's angry expression. "Am I intruding?"

He looked up and down at Draco several times, sternly, and only when he felt that he had frightened him enough to ensure that such a display of disrespect would not happen again, did he gesture for him to enter. Draco took a few steps into the house and, as expected, froze in front of the long wooden table and the woman working behind it.

"Omegas?"

She looked up, gave him a polite smile and resumed chopping a root. "Draco."

The boy turned, looked at Severus, then turned back. He did it at least five times in all before he found his words.

"Have you been here all this time?" he asked, surprised and genuinely confused.

"No, no," she replied. "Only since the middle of November."

"Ah," he said. "And where were you before that? I wanted to thank you, you know, for—"

"At Hogwarts. In his quarters," she said, nodding at Severus.

Draco fell silent. It took him a while to find the strength to turn around and look the Professor in the eye. Severus hid his embarrassment perfectly behind a blank expression and gestured briskly towards one of the armchairs.

"Have a seat."

The boy hesitantly approached Omegas' armchair and sat down.

"Something to drink?" the Professor asked, reaching for a nearby cupboard.

Draco looked around in confusion. "It's ten in the morning, sir."

Severus glanced at the glass in his hand, then at the clock across the room. He had spent so much time locked in that dark room, eating when he was hungry, drinking when he was thirsty, sleeping when he was tired, that he had completely forgotten that normal people out there had schedules and conventions. He put down the glass and sat down in his armchair.

"Why are you here?"

The boy settled into his seat, and Severus could clearly read a note of embarrassment in his sharp features.

"Well, sir, you see..." he began, looking stubbornly elsewhere. "I have... decided to sell Malfoy Manor."

The Professor frowned at him. "And?"

"Well, you know..." Draco continued, now drumming his fingers on the armrest. "I've been told that, technically, before I can sell it, I have to inform the closest member of my family, as they would have priority over other buyers if they wanted to—"

"And?" he repeated impatiently.

The boy lifted his head and fixed his blue eyes on him.

"You are my godfather, sir," he said.

Severus remained silent for quite some time. It had been a long time since he had been part of any family, and hearing himself referred to as the 'closest member' brought back a number of emotions he wasn't sure he wanted to face. He locked eyes with Draco in silence until they were both forced to turn towards the wooden table to their left. Something had roared. Omegas quickly pointed her wand at her bag and whispered "Silencio." Then, slightly embarrassed, she gave them both a crooked smile.

"Pretend I'm not here," she muttered, and went back to her work.

Severus looked back at Draco and continued to do so until it became too difficult and he had to look away.

"I don't want Malfoy Manor," he stated.

"Good," the other said, getting up from the chair.

"But I don't think you should sell it," he added.

The boy, who had already taken the first step towards the door, stopped and looked at him again.

"I can't live there," he said in a whisper. "I've tried. I can't—"

"Then don't live there," Severus replied, taking measured steps towards him. "You don't have to. You can own it without—"

"I'm not sure I want to, sir."

Severus scowled at him. The boy had never dared to interrupt him since he'd known him, over eighteen years ago. He took a few more steps towards him and watched as he went pale and bowed his head uneasily. Severus felt guilty. More determined than ever not to show it, he searched for a way to change the subject.

"Where are you staying now?" he asked, taking great care not to sound worried.

Draco lifted his head, looking even more embarrassed than before. "Well, I was in St Mungo's for a while, sir, after the war," He explained. "When they released me, I tried to go back home, but..." He stopped and swallowed hard. It took him a few moments to find his words. "Sirius took me in for a while."

The Professor frowned. "Black?" he asked, not bothering to hide the wave of nausea that the pronunciation of that name had just caused him.

The boy nodded. "Yes, sir. He took Harry in as well. Black house is big."

Severus looked away, a big, eloquent grimace of disgust on his face.

"Anyway, I had to leave," Draco went on. "Ron and Hermione are always there, and the Weasley girl, ever since she came of age, has been sneaking into the house."

He looked at the boy from under his eyebrows, his eyes narrowed, wondering why Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger deserved the privilege of being called by name and why that did not extend to Ginny. Eventually he decided that he was not interested enough in the answer to that question to waste his time and energy.

"Where did you go then?" he asked.

Draco walked back to the armchair and sat down with his arms and legs crossed and an annoyed frown on his face.

"Nowhere. I tried to go home, I told you, but I couldn't..."

He stopped again, choking back what looked very much like a whimper.

"I wanted to sell Malfoy Manor and find another place," he explained. "A different place. A place far away. A place like..." He looked around. "Yes, like this."

Severus frowned again. For a moment he suspected the boy was asking to stay there and became irritated; then he understood the implication behind his 'like this'. He didn't mean 'like this house'. A 'different' place, a 'distant' one. Draco was tired of living in the Wizarding World. He wanted to find a place where he wasn't constantly reminded of his lost family. By 'like this' he meant a Muggle place.

He looked at Omegas at the other end of the room. She must have understood. She too had wanted to escape the Magical Society in the past. Indeed, when he met her violet eyes, they were more understanding than ever. She nodded slowly, reached for her bag and pointed her wand at it. Something small and sparkling came out, and she caught it in the air. She approached the armchair Draco was sitting in, bent down in front of him and handed him a set of keys.

He took it and looked from her to the object a few times, confused. "What are these?"

"They're keys."

Draco narrowed his eyes, even more confused. "I can see that."

"Good," she said. She stood up and turned her back on him.

The boy looked to Severus for help, but he honestly had no idea what had just happened.

"What do they open?" he finally asked, turning back to the woman in front of him.

She turned and gave him the sly and slightly impressed grin she reserved for those who asked the right question.

"A flat," she replied. "On the fifth floor of a building on the outskirts of Liverpool. It's far, but you can Apparate back if you like."

She gave him a genuine smile, taking great care not to look Severus in the eye.

"Sorry, you..." the boy murmured. "Are you lending me a... a house?"

"Oh, no, not at all," she said, giving him another broad smile. "I'm giving it to you."

Draco and Severus stared at her, stunned.

"Why?" the boy asked in a whisper.

She shrugged. "You need it, I don't," she replied briskly.

Draco opened his mouth to object, but Severus caught his eye and signalled him not to.

"I mean... thank you?" he finally said.

"You're welcome," she replied.

She went back behind her desk and didn't move or speak again until Draco had left.

As he did so, Severus slowly approached her, his two deepest and most ingrained instincts fighting each other. The first, which generally prevailed, was the desire to ignore any kind of intimate and potentially painful conversation he happened to be engaging in. The second was the renewed curiosity that had refused to leave him for over a year. On that August morning, having successfully avoided anything remotely related to Jay's story since discovering it, curiosity won out.

"Why?" he asked her.

Omegas looked up at him for a moment. She gave him a smile, one of those sincere and slightly melancholy ones; then she bowed her head back over her cauldron. "Because he needs it. I don't."

Severus approached the table even more cautiously. "You kept it for eight years," he noted.

"Eleven," she corrected him.

He shot her a penetrating look, to which she returned with a furtive, embarrassed glance.

"Why?" he repeated.

"Why I kept it, or why I decided to give it away?"

"Both."

Omegas opened a cylindrical container, pulled out what Severus identified as hairs from something he preferred not to delve into, and added them to the bluish liquid she was working on.

"I felt at home in that place for a while," she explained, taking great care to sound as if her words were of little significance. "I kept it because I thought it would never happen again." She picked up a long, thick nail and began to sharpen it; then she raised her head and fixed her violet eyes on him. "I gave it away because I was wrong."

And she bowed her head again, showing complete nonchalance and pretending not to notice that the man in front of her had completely lost the ability to speak.

"Anyway, we'll be back at Hogwarts in a few days, won't we? Why would I need a house?"

They looked at each other again, and continued to do so until a small clawed hand peeked out of Omegas' bag. She gave it a furtive look, grabbed a nearby sharp knife, jabbed at it and it was forced to retreat back into the bag.

Severus opened his mouth to speak and closed it almost immediately, unsure of what to do. "What—"

"Don't ask me questions you don't want the answers to, Severus."

He tried to reprimand her with a stern look, but it was far less effective than he had hoped. He turned and walked back to his armchair, hiding behind his book a genuine smile that showed no signs of fading for the rest of the day.

A few days later, the time came to return to Hogwarts. Omegas spent the entire night before their departure rereading her textbooks as if she were preparing for an exam. It took Severus a while to understand what was going on in the mind of the woman he had lived with for almost a year, for he had never seen her express such emotion, not even on the brink of the final battle against Lord Voldemort.

The next morning, as he watched her in front of the mirror, trying on a dress, changing her mind, trying on another, changing her mind again, and then pulling out a third, Severus scrutinised her closely.

"Do you think this colour is appropriate?" she asked, smoothing the folds of an indigo dress.

"Appropriate for what?"

"For a professor."

Severus frowned. "What kind of question is that?"

She didn't answer. She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her dress unnecessarily, with an expression somewhere between suffering and fear. Only then did Severus understand. He approached her with measured steps, forcing himself to look at his own reflection, which showed an inquisitive look and a vaguely malicious grin.

"Are you nervous?" he asked her.

Omegas turned and looked at him with guilty eyes. "Yes," she admitted, lowering her head to hide her face.

Severus resisted the urge to burst out laughing. "Why?"

She huffed, walked briskly away from him and flopped down on the bed with a bounce.

"You know why," she said, crossing her arms and looking away. "I have to talk to a class. A whole class! I'm not... I'm not good at managing people. How am I supposed to manage a class?"

Severus didn't know much about relationships, but he was fairly sure that this was a situation where he should be understanding and say something that would make her feel better. He approached her very slowly. He really tried, with all his might, to say some words of encouragement, but all he could manage was, "They're not people. They're just kids."

Omegas lifted her head sharply and looked him in the eyes, stunned as he silently realised what he had just said.

"That may be the most disturbing thing you've ever said to me, Severus," she remarked. She gave him a grimace that implied, 'and that's saying something...'

She stood up, looked at herself in the mirror again, and when she turned back to him, she did so with a newfound sly smile.

"Thank you," she said.

Severus gave her a sincere smile that he had no control over and nodded his head in something that vaguely resembled a bow.

As they walked side by side through the doors of Hogwarts, then sat together at the High Table for the Sorting Ceremony, then chatted happily before the Start-of-Term Feast, Severus spent most of the time wondering when things would start to go wrong. The idea that the extraordinary life he had been granted over the past year could remain unchanged forever was simply too good to be true.

Keep reading here.

#snape #severus snape #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #harry potter #snapedom #snape fanfiction #snape x oc #sirius x oc #fics #snape pov #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #sylvia

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exist101 · 2 years ago

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SOME OBLIGATORY SHITPOSTS ABOUT MY POP OCS BECAUSE I NEED TO SHOW YOU THESE GREMLINS

#laugh #laugh at my shitty humor #poptropica #dr jupiter #zeus #poptropica ocs #my ocs #silver rider #small wolf #blue fire #dizzy spinner #phantom

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strangeduckpaper · 3 years ago

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Teen Titans Lineup (Edited)

A culmination of a DC Reboot Titans Lineup that was always brewing in my head for an original universe: Earth 136.

Edit: OK, I thought about some changes, so second go at this

Edit 2: OK, a few more changes.

Founders

Dick Grayson-Robin/Nightwing

Kaldur’ahm-Aqualad/Aquaman

Wally West-Kid Flash/Flash

Artemis Crock-Arrowette/Tigress

Donna Troy-Fury/Darkstar

Later Additions

Conner Kent-Superboy/Valor(YJ TV Superboy)

Lilith Clay-Omen

New Teen Titans Recruits

Koriand’r-Starfire

Victor Stone-Cyborg

Garfield Logan-Beast Boy

Rae Roth-Raven

Tara Markova-Terra

Kole Andrews-Crystal Spinner

Joey Wilson-Jericho/Ravager

Titans Academy 1st Class

M’gann M’orzz-Miss Martian

Jason Todd-Stray/Red Claw(Jason Todd adopted by Selina Kyle, doesn’t die)

Roy Harper-Speedy/Arsenal

Lara In Ze-Supergirl/Power Girl

Karen Beecher-Bumblebee/Atom

Malcolm Duncan-Guardian/Herald

Tula-Aquagirl/Ocean Master

Raquel Ervin-Rocket/Icon

Eddie Bloomberg-Kid Devil/Red Devil

2nd Class

Cassandra Wayne-Batgirl/Huntress/Batman

Connor Hawke-Speedy/Green Arrow

Ryan Choi-Micro/Atom

Anissa Pierce-Thunder

Freddy Freeman-King Marvel/Thunder

Cisco Ramon-Vibe

Sinfi Reynard-Mirage

Grant Pratt Emerson-Damage

3rd Class

Stephanie Brown-Robin/Green Lantern

Cassie Sandsmark-Fury/Wonder Woman

Thaddeus Thawne-Inertia

Jor L II/Jordan Kent-Superboy/Superb(Comics Superboy, but instead of a clone they’re Kara’s younger sibling)

Bart Allen-Impulse

Courtney Whitmore-Stargirl

La’gaan-Lagoon

Cisse King Jones-Arrowette

Anita Fite-Empress

Khalid Hassir-Spellcaster/Dr Fate

Billy Batson-Cpt Marvel/Thunder

Later Additions as ‘Young Justice’

Tim Drake-Birdwatch/Blue Beetle

Slobo

Ray Terrill-Ray

Eugene Choi-Dr Marvel

Kiran Singh-Solstice

Greta Hayes-Secret

Lori Zechlin-Black Alice

4th Class

Virgil Hawkins-Static

Richard Foley-Gear

Kit-Kid Eternity

Mia Dearden-Speedy

Natasha Irons-Arclight/Steel

Traci Thurston-Lady 13

Mae Kent-Matrix/Supergirl

Lorena Marquez-Aquagirl/Woman

Luke O’brien-Offspring

Jaime Reyes-Silver Scarab

5th Class

Duke Thomas-Spoiler/Signal

Ace West-Kid Flash

Emiko Queen-Red Arrow

Jackson Hyde-Aqualad

Shenice Vale-SheBang

Olive Silverlock-Paleflame

Jennifer Pierce-Lightning

Pedro Peña-mr Marvel

Eduardo Dorado Jr-El Dorado

Arlington Jones-Kid Croc(OC)

6th Class

Damian Wayne-Robin/Redbird/Nightwing

Jon Kent-Superboy

Colin Wilkes-Abuse

Darla Dudley-Miss Marvel

Maya Ducard-Nobody

Keli Quintela-Teen Lantern

7th Class

Yara Flor-Fury/Wonder Woman

James Derek Flynn-Sideways

Don Allen-Twister

Nora Allen-XS

Nell Little-Batgirl/Batwing/Flamebird

Ernest Jonathan-Morphic(OC)

Thomas Kallor-Starkid

8th Class

Maps Mizoguchi-Sparrow/Blackbird/Blackbat

Cullen Row-Thrush/Bluebird/BlueJay

Cynthia Lance-Sin/White Canary

Suren Darga-Dragonstaff

Xiomara Rojas-Crush

Djinn

Billy Wu-Roundhouse

Milagro Reyes-Green Lantern

Jess Allen-Kid Flash

Adriana Curry-Aqualass

9th Class

Jamie Sutton-Tornado Champion(Red Tornado’s 2nd Child, Traya’s younger brother)

Maxine Baker-Beast Girl

Lar Gand-Mon El

Maxima(New 52 Maxima)

Jason Free-Escapist

Zan-Rago

Jayna-Fera

JJ Diggle-Silver Tiger

Koryak-Tempest

Jace Fox-Lark

Danny Chase-Phantasm

Amy Allen-Bombshell

Unclassified as of yet

Bobbie Barnes-Wonder Boy/Asclepsius

Additionally, there were some Sidekicks & teen heroes before the official founding

Kate Kane-Batgirl/Batwoman

Kara Zor L-Supergirl/Flamebird/Superwoman

Nubia-Wondergirl/Wonder Woman

Barbara Gordon-Oracle

Will Harper-Red Arrow-(Based off the the YJ version, but not a clone, instead Roy’s older brother)

Ted Kord-Blue Beetle2/Operator

Garth of Shayeris-Aqualad/Tempest

#dc #DC comics #Teen Titans AU #Teen Titans #DC AU #E136 #Earth-136 #DC Reboot #Long Post #E136 Teams

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crystaldragonette · 2 years ago

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ANYONE AND EVERYONE

JUST SEND AN ASK!♡♡♡

Imma do short stories, all you have to do is pick characters from this list, then pick an emoji and/or theme word. I'll type it up! Trying to get rid of writer's block.

RULES

NO NSFW

NO GORE

VOLTRON

NO HORROR

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

Wayne Munson

Dustin Henderson

Nancy Wheeler

Mike Wheeler

Ted Wheeler

Karen Wheeler

Holly Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Erica Sinclair

Sue Sinclair

Charles Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Susan Mayfield

Neil Hargrove

Billy Hargrove

Jim Hopper

Eleven/Jane

Joyce Byers

Jonathan Byers

Will Byers

Keith

Tommy Hagan

Carol

Chrissy Cunningham

Gareth

Jeff

Grant (unnamed freak)

Benny

Brenner

Sam Owens

Steve's Mother (I've named her Patricia)

Steve's Father (I've named him Richard)

Lance

Altean Lance

Hunk

Pidge (Katie Holt)

Matt Holt

Sam Holt

Colleen Holt

Shiro

Kuro

Kuron

Sven

Slav ( First dimension, Crazy)

Slav (Second dimension, Crazy but actually does field work)

Keith

Galra Keith

Princess Allura

Coran

King Alfor

Emperor Zarkon

Haggar

Kova (Haggar's alien cat)

Lotor

Sendak

Acxa

Ezor

Narti

Zethrid

Kolivan

Blaytz

Thace

Ulaz

Trigel

Gyrgan

Keith's Father

Space Mice

Space Caterpillar

Laika (Yupper, Basically a really really big alien that acts like a dog)

Commander Iverson

Sal

Rax

Shay

Plaxum

Ryner

Rover (small pyramid flying Galra robot that Pidge reprogrammed to help her)

Beezer (Robot)

Rolo

Nyma

Throk

Anok

Xiavon (an bird reptilian alien OC that is basically a father figure and was a prisoner with Lance in a story I wrote)

Curtis

Adam

DANNY PHANTOM

Danny Phantom

Samantha "Sam" Manson

Tucker Foley

"Jazz" Fenton

Jack and Madeline "Maddie" Fenton

Box Ghost

Dark Danny

Desiree

Ember McLain

Fright Knight

Ghost Writer

Johnny 13 & Shadow

Kitty

Pariah Dark

Skulker

Nicolai Technus

Vlad Masters / Vlad Plasmius

Walker

Valerie Gray

Clockwork

Danielle "Dani" Phantom

Cujo

Wulf

GRAVITY FALLS

Dipper Pines

Mabel Pines

Grunkle Stan

Jesus Alzamirano "Soos" Ramirez

Wendy Corduroy

Stanford Filbrick "Ford" Pines

Waddles

Candy Chiu

Grenda Grendinator

Fiddleford Hadron "Old Man" McGucket

Sheriff Blubs

Deputy Durland

Bill Cipher

Gideon Charles Gleeful / "Li'l Gideon"

Pacifica Elise Northwest

Robert Stacey "Robbie" Valentino

OBEY ME

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Simeon

Luke

POKEMON

Trainer Red

Trainer Blue

Trainer Green

Trainer Ethan/Gold

Rival Silver

Train Lyra

POKÉMON LEGENDS ARCEUS

Akari

Rei

Volo

Adaman

Irida

Ingo

POKÉMON SWORD & SHIELD

Piers

Leon

Raihan

Marnie

Peony

Victor

Gloria

Of course most of the pokémon as well

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Nezu

Recovery Girl

Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko Shimura

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Himiko Toga

Jin Bubaigawara/ Twice

Spinner

Mr. Compress

Magne

Kurogiri

All for One

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

Toshinori Yagi/All Might

Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic

Nemuri Kayama/Midnight

Snipe

Yuga Aoyama

Mina Ashido

Tsuyu Asui

Tenya Iida

Ochaco Uraraka

Mashirao Ojiro

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Koji Koda

Rikido Sato

Mezo Shoji

Kyoka Jiro

Hanta Sero

Fumikage Tokoyami

Shoto Todoroki

Toru Hagakure

Katsuki Bakugo

Izuku Midoriya

Minoru Mineta

Momo Yaoyorozu

Itsuka Kendo

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Neito Monoma

Mirio Togata

Nejire Hado

Tamaki Amajiki

Hitoshi Shinso

Mei Hatsume

Emi Fukukado/ Mrs. Joke

Yo Shindo

Inasa Yoarashi

Camie Utsushimi

Enji Todoroki/ Endeavor

Keigo Takami/Hawks

Kugo Sakamata/ Gang Orca

Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fat Gum

Kai Chisaki/ Overhaul

Hari Kurono/ Chrono/ Chronostasis

Naomasa Tsukauchi

Eri

Oboro Shirakumo/ Loud Cloud

Masura Bakugou

Mitsuki Bakugou

Inko Midoriya

Hisashi Midoriya

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG

Marinette

Adrien

Nino

Alya

Luka

Juleka

Rose

Lila

Ivan

Cloe

Sabrina

Nathaniel

Marc

Jagged Stone

Penny

Lê Chiến Kim

Alix

Max

Kagami

Mylène

Felix (but like original concept for Chat Felix, not canon gremlin Felix)

ANIMAL CROSSING

Redd

Tom

Timmy

Tommy

ZELDA

OOT Link

Malon

OOT Zelda

BOTW Link

BOTW Zelda

Sidon

Yunobo

Riju

Teba

Kass

Beetle

Urbosa

Mipha

Revali

Daruk

LINKED UNIVERSE

Time

Twilight

Sky

Warriors

Wind

Legend

Four

Wild

Hyrule

INVADER ZIM

Zim

Gir

Dib

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Character Profile ❅ Astor Caulfield

But the AU one. Also yes, I just took a bunch of pics in one set, shhh, am lazy atm.

BASICS ---

Name: Astor Monroe Caulfield

Age: 28 years (By approximately Heavensward)

Nameday: 17th sun of the 3rd Umbral Moon

Race: Midlander Hyur

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Martial Status: Single, though still mourning

OC Tags: ch: astor caulfield, vs: dragonsong (the first being his overall character tag, the second being specifically for our lovingly dubbed heretic au x,D, which this sheet is for!)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ---

Hair: Dark brown, usually pulled back into a single, neat braid, though occasionally simply done up in a ponytail. When free, full length hangs roughly about his mid-shoulders down his back. He somehow manages to keep it relatively neat, despite the relatively frequent travel - part of why it’s usually tied up.

Eyes: A pale crystal blue, almost gray if you catch him in the right (or wrong) lighting.

Height: 5 fulms, 10 ilms.

Build: Average, with broad shoulders.

Distinguishing Marks: Little physically that isn’t covered by general physical descriptions. The stark contrast of his dark hair and pale eyes is usually enough to stick to people, if they’re trying, and the way his hair is always braided back.

Common Accessories: Generally carries a full deck of arcanima, regardless of current job. Generally wears a relatively simple band with a small design of blue gems set into it resembling ice or crystal. A simple leather necklace with an aged, once silver (at least in color, if not partially in material) charm usually worn freely over robes and other clothing - an inheritance from his mother.

PERSONAL ---

Profession: Scion of the Seventh Dawn, he supposes, if you’d want to be technical. Generally speaking, just an adventuring companion to the Warrior of Light. Previously, a high-ranking member of Iceheart’s band, and something of an unofficial keeper of their knowledge.

Main Job: Astrologian and, later, Summoner, learned in the course of helping the Scions and Warriors of Light combat the persistent primal threat.

Hobbies: Gardening, a light and quiet enthusiast for drawing (he keeps a small journal of sketches of various landmarks and such from his adventures that he also keeps little scribbles of notes in, don’t perceive him, especially if he didn’t tell you). Let him hear of animals in need of rescue or adoption at your own risk because he’ll probably at least really consider taking them on himself. Occasionally indulges in a little fortune telling with his deck. Not that he’d admit it. And not that he’d do it for just anyone. Usually for his own peace (or opposite) of mind.

Languages: Possessed of the Echo, but native to the Eorzean Common Tongue, both spoken and written.

Residence: He hasn’t really felt settled anywhere since he left Tailfeather and Anyx Trine behind, but likely has a small retreat of a residence either somewhere in Gridania or Revenant’s Toll, so as not to be too far from Scion operations when necessary.

Birthplace: Tailfeather, the Dravanian Forelands. A little north of it, technically. But it’s the closest town, and that’ll do.

Religion: Though not exactly practicing, had offered his beliefs to the Twelve, and selected patron in Nymeia, the Spinner, though adventures since would have made him question a fair bit of things.

Fears: Disinclined to be totally alone, abandoned. Wildfires. Being manipulated and used as a tool or weapon, particularly against the few he does cherish. Not being fast enough to save someone else he loves - and, worse, not being able to do a damn thing even if he was there.

RELATIONSHIPS ---

Spouse: Ysayle. No, he’s never quite recovered, even by Shadowbringers, though he has learned to live with it, to carry his grief and move forward, instead of being held back.

Children: None, currently. Though he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.

Parents: A father he didn’t know too well, lost to bandits on the roads when he was sixteen, and his mother, Gaia, lost when he was eighteen to illness.

Siblings: None

Other Relatives: None by blood, though the Scions are something of a found family, with time. He has also endeared himself to several of the dravanian residents of Anyx Trine, and got no small amount of delight in working with the younglings.

Pets: A hunting hawk named Zephira he nursed back to health from a broken wing.

TRAITS ---

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted

Disorganized / In Between / Organized

Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded

Calm / In Between / Anxious

Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable

Cautious / In Between / Reckless

Patient / In Between / Impatient

Outspoken / In Between / Reserved

Leader / In Between / Follower

Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic

Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic

Traditional / In Between / Modern

Hard-working / In Between / Lazy

Cultured / In Between / Uncultured

Loyal / In Between / Disloyal

Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

HABITS ---

Smoking: Never

Drugs: Never

Alcohol: Occasionally, and only lightly. Usually socially.

ABOUT ---

Born and raised in the Dravanian Wilds to a humble hunter and trader and healer who had spent some time studying in New Sharlayan before she had left, Astor would see little of his father in his youth, though he’d know him to be a decent and loyal man. He was closest with his mother - almost insparable, they were just as much friends and as family. From her, he soaked up as much of her knowledge as she could share, eagerly taking after her in learning healing arts from conjury to the art of the astrologians. The young boy was particularly entranced with the art of drawing magic from the heavens and their representative cards. Together, him and his mother ran a small clinic from their home just north of Tailfeather, occasionally traveling into town to trade and work with the hunters there.

On one of his hunting and trading trips, his father was killed by bandits and thieves when he was sixteen, leaving just him and his mother with little closure on the who of the deed - not that it mattered. Knowing wouldn’t bring him home, and they still had lives to lead for themselves, and patients to tend to, so they carried on. Sadly, one might have said it was the first strike of tragedy, as his mother feel ill no more than two years later, and, despite his best efforts both physical and magical, her condition refused to improve until she passed shortly after his eighteenth nameday. Though the boy struggled to grieve the loss of his closest friend, he persisted their work in the clinic for two more years before the Calamity struck and changed everything as all had known it.

In the cold and snows that followed, Astor met Ysayle, and the pair of dreamers quickly grew close. Astor packed up to follow her where her dreams would lead them - into revolution, change for a better future, and an end to a war that had mired so many lives for far too long.

Over time, he became one of her most trusted comrades, filling a role akin to a second-in-command, often tending to their forces himself in the wake of skirmishes and conflict with Ishgardian forces and otherwise. When finally the Scions and the Warriors of Light entered the fray, it was with wariness and caution he met these would-be heroes. His trust would not be so easy to earn; he would not risk all they had worked for thus far - beloved, just hero of the realm or just some overzealous knights filled with lies and duty. Though, if Ysayle deemed them worthy of trust and cooperation... he would concede, for now. But he’d be keeping a very close eye on them.

Ysayle’s eventual death struck him hard and shook him to the core. He was quick to withdraw from their new would-be companions in his struggle to process the loss, though he ultimately agreed to see the battles through to the end - their vision, their dreams, could not end here. As Ishgard entered a period of reform and unrest in the wake of Thordan’s defeat and demise, Astor withdrew further to Anyx Trine, preferring to spend his time with the dragons - the better to perhaps find his own footing in the new unstable ground the nation tread upon.

Eventually, the mage would re-approach the Scions and Warriors of Light and ask, if they would permit it, something of a second try... He... had not exactly been warm with them before then, but... they had helped, when it wasn’t their fight, really... And Ysayle had believed in them. Trusted them. And this was all real... it was really happening... And he couldn’t stay.

He needed a new purpose, a new direction. One he could, perhaps, call more of his own. He would join them in their battles and adventures, if they would be amicable to it... For those they had lost. For those they could yet save.

#character profile #ffxiv ocs #ch: astor caulfield #vs: dragonsong #my ocs #posting this at middle of night o clock but here take it no editing we die like fools #that way it doesn't waste away in my drafts or brain or smth #he's actually a good boy brent he just has a lot of grief to work through #wants to be ur friend okay

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teaespensonawards · 5 years ago

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2020 T.E.A. WINNERS!

Congratulations, T.E.A. winners!!

We would like to thank everyone who participated in the T.E.A.s this year! We’d also like to thank every single creator in the Rumbelle fandom. Y’all are the ones who actually make these awards possible by continuing to create the most amazing fan works so prolifically. You’ve all made this T.E.A. season awesome.

Now that we’ve accomplished those Very Important thanks, click on through for this year’s winners!

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FLUFF

Family Irish Twins, by @killingkueen

Comfort Belle notices she's going gray, by @lotus0kid

Fix-It It All Ends Well, by @worryinglyinnocent

Reunion The Awakening, by @joylee56

Best Child Fic Irish Twins, by @killingkueen

SMUT

Kink The Party, by @worryinglyinnocent

Romance Neverland, by @emospritelet

Comedy Eat Your Words, by @killingkueen

Threesome Sidereal Time, by @mrs-stiltskin

Best First Time The Rose and the Dagger, by @sarashouldbestudying

Best Afterlife Smut The Heart of a Hero, by @mrs-stiltskin

PWP Seeing Red, by @killingkueen

BDSM The Dungeon, by @worryinglyinnocent

ANGST

Why? The Long Road, by @thestraggletag

Death We'll Have to Muddle Through Somehow, by @thatravenclawbitch

Oops All I Want for Christmas, by @timelordthirteen

Hurts So Good Twisted Fate, by @emospritelet

ROMANCE

Best Date (Overall) Of Comic Books and Sushi, by @worryinglyinnocent

Best Hamburger Date Best Laid Plans, by @0ceanofdarkness

Best Courtship More Precious Than Silver, by @bad-faery

Best First Meeting Best Failed Date Ever, by @barpurplewrites

Best Bathing Scene Ceasefire, by @thatravenclawbitch

GENERAL AWARDS

Best One-Shot A Tradition to Remember, by @prissyhalliwell

Best Drabble I Won't Be Home for Christmas, by @thatravenclawbitch

Best Post-Ep Fic It All Ends Well, by @worryinglyinnocent

Best Comedy Fic The Whole Point of Magic..., by @worryinglyinnocent

Best Movie AU A New Life, by @djlouat

Best Book AU The Library Beneath the Clocktower, by @eirian-houpe

Best TV AU Penny for Your Thoughts, by @nothingeverlost

Best AU Inspired By Other Media I Must Be Warmer Now, by @ifishouldvanish

Best Historical AU The Demon Earl's Deal, by @b-does-the-write-thing

Best AU Little Miss, by @nothingeverlost

Best AU!OUAT A Sharp and Glorious Thorn, by @thatravenclawbitch

Best Series Ceasefire series, by @thatravenclawbitch

Best Novel Length Fic How Do You Sleep?, by @ifishouldvanish

Best Holiday Fic Murder at the Moonlight Inn, by @maplesyrupao3

Best Remix Twisted Fate, by @emospritelet

Best Crossover Fic Something Quite Wonderful, by @spottytonguedog

Best Dark Castle The Sounding Sea, by @mareyshelley

Best Storybrooke Flying High, by @ryik-the-writer

Best Travel A Blind Love, by @lotus0kid

Best Missing Years Fic True Love, by @djlouat

Best Argument (Angst) The Casualties of War, by @thatravenclawbitch

SPECIAL CATEGORIES

Best Golden Lace I Must Be Warmer Now, by @ifishouldvanish

Best Woven Lace Opening Lines, by @emospritelet

Best Woven Beauty Killing Time, by @timelordthirteen

Best Background Swanfire 9 to 5, by @phoenixfeatherquill

Best Afterlife Fic The Heart of a Hero, by @mrs-stiltskin

Best Crack!Fic Pop!, by @barpurplewrites

Best Drama Opening Lines, by @emospritelet

Best Supernatural How Soon Is Now?, by @nerdrumple

Best Sci-Fi Hatched, by @maplesyrupao3

Best Horror In Dreams of Him, by @mareyshelley

Best Creature AU The Deal, by @thestraggletag

Best Unexpected Twist The Image of Her, by @mareyshelley

Best Bobby Squared Love in the Highlands, by @worryinglyinnocent

Best Trope Battles and Skirmishes, by @thatravenclawbitch

Best Meta 25 Fucking Stupid Writing Choices OUAT Made, by @celticheartedfangirl

EVENTS

Rumbelle Secret Santa Year Walk, by @nerdrumple

Rumbelle Christmas in July The Deal, by @thestraggletag

Monthly Rumbelle (Non-smut) Love in the Highlands, by @worryinglyinnocent

Monthly Rumbelle (Smut) Behind the Mask, by @worryinglyinnocent

Rumbelle Monsterfuckers Ball Nephila, by @kelyon

Rumbelle Big Bang Fine Print, by @prissyhalliwell

CHARACTER AWARDS

Best Belle Human Nature, by @thestraggletag

Best Dark One!Belle The Plus One, by @joylee56

Best AU Belle Honourable Members, by @emospritelet

Best Lacey Command Me to Be Well, by @magnoliatattoo

Best Detective Weaver En Pointe, by @thatravenclawbitch

Best Dark One Soul Deep, by @barpurplewrites

Best Mr. Gold Blind Faith, by @maplesyrupao3

Best AU!Gold/Rumple Neverland, by @emospritelet

Best Spinner!Rumple The Plus One, by @joylee56

Best Woobie!Rumple Human Nature, by @thestraggletag

Best Wish!Rumple Under Dark Skies, by @mareyshelley

Best Baelfire/Neal Flying High, by @ryik-the-writer

Best Gideon Put Me In, Coach, by @mariequitecontrarie

Best OC Rumbelle Child Jenny, from Accidental Magic, by @woodelf68

ART

Best Fan Art Rumbelle Family Seasonal Doodle, by @cocoadrops

Best Cover Art Take Me Away, by @nropay

Best Graphic Art (GIFs) 365 Days of Rumbelle, by @timelordthirteen

Best Graphic Art (Still Images) Touch Him So Help Me, by @jenitosam

Best AU in Art Mer!Rumple with a Mer!Belle, by @foxmurphy

Best Fluff Art Rumbelle with Baby Gideon, by @cocoadrops

Best Angsty Art Hold Me, by @virgidearie

Best Smutty Art Steamy, by @virgidearie

Best Comic/Graphic Novel Because of course he kept her bones, by @staypee

Best Dark One Form Glitch!Rumple, by @nropay

Best Use of Color Take Me Away illustrations, by @nropay

Best Video Someone You Loved, by @desperatemurph

Best Artist @cocoadrops

Best New Artist @paradigmparadoxical

Best Overalls

Best Author @emospritelet

Best New Author @kelyon

Best Rumbelle Fic More Precious Than Silver, by @bad-faery

Best Anyelle Fic Honourable Members, by @emospritelet

Best Anyem Fic I'm So Done With This, My Love, by @thatravenclawbitch

Rumbelle Fandom Lifetime Achievement Award

Each year, the Rumbelle Fandom Lifetime Achievement Award goes to a person who has done something spectacular in the fandom. Either by making people feel welcome, organizing events, or simply embodying the Rumbelle fandom as a whole. This year, the Lifetime Achievement Award goes to…

@emospritelet

Aaaand last, but definitely not least...

Newbie Spotlight

@suchwriting @purgatory-of-assbutts @shadowedoracle @kelyon @eirian-houpe @peacehopeandrats @ryoko1027 @theonceoverthinker @paradigmparadoxical @xiolaperry @tia-artstuff

Welcome, new Rumbellers, to our delightfully and spectacularly filthy little corner of the fandom! :D

#The Espenson Awards #Rumbelle #Rumbelle fic #Rumbelle art #Rumplestiltskin #Belle French #Anyelle #Anyem

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miriossunshine · 4 years ago

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Siren bb is just gonna lure Shiggy, and boom! No more plotting to kill All Might. Also, they top both pro heroes despite being a housewife change my mind- Pro hero/villain matchup. Nonbinary bisexual, 5'7. Bright blue eyes, silver undercut. It's silver hours. Massive scar on right hand, crescent moon tattoo on the hip. They're an assassin who goes after pro heroes, but because they cosplay a lot, they wear Assassin's Creed style clothing. Another muscle one with a b s ~ Owl Anon

AHA i love that for them- and OOOO i think this oc would look good with spinner especially cuz of the cosplaying and they’d probably geek out over stain together BSNSMSMSM \(//∇//)\ for pro hero they’d look 💕amazing💕 w edgeshot >:3

#spinner bnha matchup #edgeshot matchup #mha matchup #bnha matchup #mod honey #owl anon

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firstaidspray · 5 years ago

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Some random facts about Marina Jay Vasquez (aka my cringiest oc)

- Marina wears an expensive looking wedding ring with a huge diamond on the o ring of her choker. In a street race, her opponent was going to use the money he would win to pay for the ring, an engagement ring for his girlfriend, so Marina bet that if he lost, she would get to keep the ring and he'd go home with nothing. Needless to say, she won, and the guy's girlfriend dumped him. Not just for losing the ring, but for driving a mustang.

- Marina owns at least three shirts with some variation of "I'll take you to Gapplebee's" on them

- She is such a fucking mall goth, I mean yeah she works at a mall but she dresses the part and listens to the music. Favorite bands are Deftones, Static X, Slipknot, and Kittie.

- When she first met Spinner she was into him because of his hair, because it reminds her of Wayne Static (lead singer of Static X)

- Not only did she take the diamond ring from her opponent in racing, she claims the keychains of anybody she beats in a race. She has a pretty nice collection.

- Oh, I shouldve mentioned this first. Her car is a Dodge Demon, black with silver stripes. For fun she also has a fluffy steering wheel cover.

- The first "date" she went with Spinner was at his house. They literally just played Resident Evil 6 and ate cheetos, but it was still one of the most memorable days of her life.

- Marina cuts and dyes her own hair- it has been every color imaginable but since she was 16 its consistently stayed aqua. It became a part of her, I guess. Its naturally dark brown, though.

#marina jay vasquez #my ocs

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usaac-official · 6 years ago

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Airworthy P-51 Mustangs, 2019, Part 2

Part 1

P-51D, Excalibur, 45-11540, Peter Turek

Overall silver finish, blue nose, D-Day invasion stripes under fuselage and wings, black-and-white checkered rudder, PE-R fuselage code, Excalibur nose art on port side. The aircraft has had an uneventful civilian life, only undergoing a single rebuild after a major crash in 1966. It is currently based in the Czech Republic.

P-51D, Nooky Booky IV, 44-74427, JCB Aviation

Overall silver finish, olive-drab upper nose, red-and-yellow checkered nose, extensive kill markings on port side, G4-C fuselage code. The aircraft served with the RCAF until 1959 when it entered civilian hands; it suffered two major incidents while owned by North American Rockwell Corp. in the late 1960s, the latter caused by exploding oxygen bottles. It was shipped to France in 1998 and passed through several owners there since.

P-51D, Moonbeam McSwine, 44-73656, Warbird Heritage Foundation

Overall silver finish, blue nose and rudder, extensive kill markings on port side, HO-W fuselage code, Moonbeam McSwine nose art on port side. The aircraft served with both the Colorado and Minnesota ANGs postwar before entering civilian hands and being rebuilt by Cavalier Aircraft for service with the Fuerza Aérea Salvadoreña in 1968. By 1974 it had returned to the US and joined the air racing circuit; it flew in USAF Heritage Flights at airshows frequently through the 2000s, before being shipped to France in 2012 and returning stateside after a 2018 sale.

P-51D, See Me Later, 44-72773, Meier Motors

Overall silver finish, red nose, white rudder, D-Day invasion stripes under fuselage and wings, Grim Reaper nose art on port side, WD-U fuselage code. The aircraft served with the Texas ANG postwar until 1958 when it entered service with the Nicaraguan Air Force. After passing through several civilian owners in the US it traveled to the UK where it remained until 2007; it then traveled to Germany under the livery of Lucky Lady VII. The current livery was applied in 2016 after another German sale.

P-51D, Jay Hawk Jalopy, 44-72811, Stefan Bungarten

Overall gray finish, black-and-yellow checkered nose, yellow rudder, D-Day invasion stripes under fuselage, LH-C fuselage code, Jay Hawk Jalopy nose art on port side. The aircraft served briefly with the New Jersey ANG postwar before being purchased and used on a Hollywood film set; the wingless fuselage was discovered and restored in 1980 with parts from an ex-Israeli P-51. It flew under the livery of Huntress III for eventually being sold overseas in 2007.

P-51D, Dream Girl, 44-73871, Max Alpha Aviation

Overall silver finish, black upper nose, post-war national insignia, TF-871 fuselage code, Dream Girl nose art. The aircraft originally served with the RCAF until 1956 before heading to Israel for several years; Cavalier Aircraft owned it for much of the 1970s. It was fully restored as a TF-51D by Chino in 1991 and ownership has been passed every few years since then. The current German owners acquired the aircraft in 2007.

P-51D, Shangri-La, 44-72934, Humberto Lobo

Overall silver finish, red propeller spinner and rudder, red-and-white checkered nose, VF-T fuselage code, Shangri-La art on both sides of the nose. There is very little information on the aircraft until 1991, when it was restored by Pioneer Aero Service; it passed through several owners in rapid succession before eventually being sold to the current owner in 1996. It is rarely seen in the US.

P-51D, Damn Yankee, 44-74425, Tom van de Meullen

Overall silver finish, yellow propeller spinner and rudder, red-and-blue checkered nose, D-Day invasion stripes on fuselage and wings, OC-G fuselage code. The aircraft served with the RCAF until 1958 before passing into civilian hands. It changed owners every few years until 1994, when it traveled to the Netherlands and its current owner.

P-51D, Trusty Rusty, 44-74923, Early Birds Foundation

Overall silver finish, yellow rudder, yellow-and-red checkered nose, C5-W fuselage code, D-Day invasion stripes under fuselage. The aircraft served with the Air National Guard until 1957 when it passed into civilian ownership; it served with the Salvadoran Air Force from 1969 to 1974 and returned to the US. It flew on the race circuit through the 1980s as Miss Ashley before being sold to the current owners in the Netherlands for a complete restoration in 1995.

P-51D, Dove of Peace, 44-13016, Robert Broek

Overall silver finish, yellow rudder, yellow-and-black checkered nose, LH-X fuselage code, late-war national insignia. The aircraft served with the RAAF until 1948 and remained in Australia until 1982 when it returned to the US for restoration. It passed through several owners before making its way to New Zealand in 2004; as of 2014 it had been listed for sale by Platinum Fighter Sales, but the new owner is not listed.

P-51D, Rudolph, 44-74829, Strikemaster Ltd

Overall silver finish, black upper nose, red propeller spinner, RCAF roundel and fin flash, black-and-red checkered bars flanking roundel. The aircraft served with the RCAF until 1959, when it entered the US civilian market. It was used to rebuild another P-51 in 1979 and was finally restored to airworthiness in 1984 before being shipped to New Zealand where it has remained since.

Cavalier F-51D, It’s About Time, 44-10753*, Biletma Co.

Overall silver finish, black upper nose, red propeller spinner, red-and-black lighting bolt design running length of fuselage, late-war national insignia, black 405 on tail, taller vertical stabilizer than usual. The aircraft was a rebuild by Cavalier in the 1960s and served with the Salvadoran Air Force until 1974 when it returned to the US. It was sold to a Swedish owner in 2006. While it is listed as 44-10753 this is not the original serial number, which has been lost to rebuilds.

P-51D, Ferocious Frankie, 44-73149, MSO Air & Space Museum

Overall silver finish, yellow nose, olive-drab upper fuselage, D-Day invasion stripes on wings and lower fuselage, B7-H fuselage code, kill markings on cockpit rim, Ferocious Frankie nose art on port side. The aircraft served with the RCAF until 1957 and flew the racing circuit briefly postwar before being sent overseas to Duxford in 1980. It was sold to a Turkish air museum in late 2017.

P-51D, Tall in the Saddle, 44-72035, Hangar 11 Collection

Overall silver finish, red propeller spinner and tail, blue band around nose, late-war national insignia, A3-3 fuselage code. The aircraft served briefly with the 364th Fighter Group in Italy before returning to the US and serving with the Oklahoma ANG until 1957. It reappeared in Colombia in 1981 and in 1988 was restored as Jumpin Jacques by a French owner, the livery it flew in until 2016.

P-51D, Miss Helen, 44-72216, Robert Tyrrell

Overall silver finish, blue nose and tail, late-war national insignia, HO-M fuselage code, kill markings on cockpit rim. The aircraft served with the 352nd Fighter Group from Jan 1945 in the current livery; postwar it served with the Swedish Air Force from 1948-1953, when it was sold to the Israeli Air Force. It was recovered from an Israeli playground in 1976 and slowly restored at Duxford through the 1980s. It appeared in Memphis Belle as Miss L in an olive-drab paint scheme.

Two parts down, approximately nine more to go.

#usaac #usaaf #P-51 #Mustang #warbirds #aviation history #airworthiness guide #long post

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elesianne · 6 years ago

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A Silmarillion fanfic, chapter 1 of 2

Sequel to Eagerness and Unrest (Tumblr link, AO3 link)

Summary: The Noldor settle in Mithrim, Alasselië the seamstress among them. After many years they welcome back their king, though he is much changed, and more changes follow once he recovers.

This fic revolves around the experiences of both Alasselië and Maedhros as they come to grips with the changes in their lives, but there is no romance between them.

Genre: General; Rating: Teenage audiences and up; Warning for mentions of torture and trauma; Word count: ~2,400

Some keywords: the Noldor, First Age, family, some angst, trauma, aftermath of torture, canon compliant (because the OCs live between the cracks of canon)

A/N: I've decided to post more of Alasselië's story even though it is not as well written, in my opinion, as my more recent fics – I wrote most of this two years ago.

This will make more sense if you read Eagerness and Unrest first (links above). The names in this are unfortunately confusing anyway. The narrative switches from Quenya names to Sindarin names as the characters change their names.

(AO3 link)

Chapter I // 'Then the brothers of Maedhros – fortified a great camp in Hithlum'

After the initial battles are over and the people who followed Fëanáro and now follow his sons have made up camp by the shore of Lake Mithrim, Alasselië settles into living in this new land and gradually finds her own place in it. It turns out that her place is helping her father as he creates organisation from among chaos, and it is also spinning, weaving and needlework as always, though these are in Hithlum different than they were in Aman.

She becomes her father's assistant almost by accident, as Quildalacon is becoming overwhelmed by all that needs to be done. It is no little task to establish a new household in a new settlement that is in the beginning only a sea of tents, with their people in disorder, grieved and worried by the capture of their new leader, Nelyafinwë, so soon after the death of Fëanáro.

So there is plenty of work for her alongside her father, and she takes on responsibility for organising and overseeing many of the tasks that fall to female servants. And together with others she works to figure out how to keep them all warm in the cold climate as their supplies dwindle. As soon as they get new supplies of wool from the grey elves who inhabited this land before the Noldor, there is more spinning and weaving to do than there are skilled pairs of hands.

What needlework there is is very different from what Alasselië is accustomed to. In Aman, she designed and created ceremonial robes and extravagant dresses for festivals. Her greatest talents lay in making those elegant garments of luxurious materials and embroidering them with vivid, complicated patterns. But taught by her mother practically since she was an infant, she is competent in all manner of work involving thread of any kind, and here in the great camp in the cold, rainy north there is more need for other craft than fine clothes. So now she sews hardy, practical garments and mends them when they rip and become tattered. They waste nothing in that early time of sparse resources.

As time goes by their situation stabilises in all ways, many tents becoming simple buildings, and austerity gradually gives way to a pale shadow of their former splendour. Alasselië is delighted to get opportunities for fine work again. Her heart has missed making beautiful things, and she puts all her skill and passion into the new fine clothes that are commissioned from her by Canafinwë and his brothers who want to make sure that they still look like princes though they are exiles in a cold land surrounded by mists and mountains of shadow.

Otherwise she avoids the sons of Fëanáro as much as she can, for they are of course the worst affected by their brother's terrible fate, and their fiery spirits are apt to burst into flames at any moment. Canafinwë tries to keep his brothers in check, but several of them challenge his decisions and chafe against his leadership constantly. Their disagreement about what should be done about Nelyafinwë is the main cause of contention.

Just as Canafinwë attempts to stop his brothers from doing anything rash and stupid, Alasselië and her father work to keep Hendunáron from going to pieces.

Like some of Fëanáro's sons, Alasselië's brother who was a close friend to Nelyafinwë thinks that something should be done to save him – that this impunity of their foe cannot be allowed to stand, that Nelyafinwë should not be left to agony; that even if there is nothing else to be done, their king's body should be recovered. But Hendunáron does not rebel against Canafinwë, the leader whom Nelyafinwë appointed before going to parley with Moringotto.

As years go by, all at the Fëanorian camp indeed think that Nelyafinwë must be dead by now. After all, the alternative is too terrible to think of.

During this time of waiting Alasselië together with the other Noldor learns Sindarin, the language of the grey-elves. Like others she and her brother choose new Sindarin names for themselves. Hendunáron translates his name as Baralindir which has very much the same meaning, a man who has fire in his eyes. Their father Quildalacon takes a longer time getting accustomed to the fact that Sindarin is their principal language now, but eventually he chooses Dinalagos as his new name.

Alasselië's own name which means 'thread of joy' seems like mockery on some days, yet it is the name her mother gave her, and she would keep it if she had no other reason than that.

So she names herself Merelaineth in Sindarin, 'joyous spinner'. It is the closest equivalent that she can construct with her still very imperfect Sindarin that also sounds pleasant to her ear. And she is now called Meren for short as she was Alassë before, and that feels like a comfort.

Years after everyone on the southern shore of the lake has given up hope of ever seeing their king again, alive or dead, one day Findekáno – Fingon, now – stumbles to the Fëanorian camp, exhausted and dirty, carrying Nelyafinwë.

Those who see them first think that Nelyafinwë is dead, for the maimed, blood-stained and emaciated figure in Fingon's arms looks more like a corpse than a living, breathing person. But as Fingon makes his way through the camp, amidst the throng of people who silently gather to watch and make way in amazement and respect, the ravaged figure in his arms rouses and moans in pain.

The crowd exclaims as their grief turns into pity and horror. Fingon just readjusts Nelyafinwë's position in his arms, mutters something to him, and keeps going. Many men come forward and offer to take his burden from him, or help him, at least, for Fingon himself looks like one who has been through torment. But he shakes his head and carries on tenaciously, even when three of Nelyafinwë's brothers run in, having been alerted that their cousin has brought their brother back.

Merelaineth is at work inside the building where Fëanor's sons keep their headquarters, and she doesn't know of Nelyafinwë's return until she sees him carried in and rushed through the great hall to a bedroom, his brothers yelling for a healer. One is quickly found, and Meren and others go to look for more.

For it is clear that the skills of every healer at the Fëanorian camp will be needed if Nelyafinwë is to be brought back to some semblance of health. All who saw him are horrified at the state of him, all the vicious scars and the bone-thin figure and the bleeding stump where his right hand used to be. They know, though, that they cannot even begin to imagine what he must have gone through during the many, many years he was Morgoth's prisoner.

It is a miracle that he is alive at all, and some whisper that must a be a mercy from the Valar, a sign that they have not turned their back on the Noldor after all. All wish to help him, to do whatever little they can to help their king recover. Dinalagos and Meren do their part by holding counsel with the cooks, organising first weak and then nutritious broths to be sent to Nelyafinwë as often as he can get it down, and later, when he is a little better, making sure that whatever is served to him is already cut up to bite-sized pieces that can be eaten with one hand only.

Baralindir is overjoyed that Nelyafinwë is alive, though he has not seen him yet as for months only healers and his brothers are admitted to his room; but Merelaineth one day overhears Curufin speaking to Celegorm as she is stacking linen in a cupboard and the two sons of Fëanor walk past it without noticing her.

'It would have been better if he had died there', says Curufin, and Celegorm makes a noise of assent. Meren's heart aches for her king.

It takes many, many weeks before Nelyafinwë's brothers stop being grave when they go to see him and graver when they come back, and months pass before he leaves his room and comes among his people. When he does, he is very quiet, and greatly changed in appearance. His right arm is in a sling, his blazing hair is shorn short and there are half-healed scars as well as old ones on all parts of him that are visible. Meren thinks that there must be countless more under his clothes.

Soon after Nelyafinwë has recovered enough to start taking on his duties and reassuming leadership, Maglor comes to Meren and asks her to make Nelyafinwë some new clothes: 'For he has nothing at the moment that fits.'

She says that she will be happy to sew the clothes, and enquires cautiously after measurements. it would be easier to make clothes for Nelyafinwë for the first time in a long time, if she had his current measurements.

As she half expected, Maglor says, awkwardly though he is usually silver-tongued and smooth, that measurements aren't available.

Meren nods quickly, understanding that Nelyafinwë would not want the disturbance , and says that it's quite all right, she's made clothes without measurements before and the results should be acceptable. She promises to get started right away and have the first garments ready soon.

Maglor thanks her more courteously than he needs to – this is her job, after all.

That night when Nelyafinwë makes his daily appearance among the people of his household after dinner, Alasselië studies him with her trained seamstress' eye, taking care to not dwell on his injuries and concentrating instead on his size and proportions. Still thin and unwell-looking, he is nevertheless an impressive figure, and standing straighter every day.

She starts by making (with some assistance so that the garments are finished soon) one complete, simple outfit: an undershirt, a tunic and breeches and a robe that can be worn over them.

Of her own initiative, she also makes a cloak that is wider than usual. She has noticed Nelyafinwë covering his maimed side with his cloak when he can. As an especially wide cloak for a very tall man, it is the largest cloak she has ever made.

When she finishes the first set of clothes one afternoon she decides to take them to Nelyafinwë's room himself, as he usually is out at this time of the day and doesn't keep so tightly to isolation any more anyway. Balancing the pile of garments on one arm, she knocks on the door of his room and announces herself and her business, and is surprised when Nelyafinwë's voice bids her to let herself in.

As she steps in he gets up from the desk where he has apparently been writing. His left hand – only hand – is covered in ink spots, proof that he is still clumsy at writing with it. He looks at her like he's still wondering what she's doing there, though not impolitely.

'I am sorry to disturb you, my lord, I expected you would be out. I have brought the new clothes that were requested.' She looks around and then goes to lay them out on a big chest beside the bed. Nelyafinwë comes to look at the clothes and touches briefly the big fur-lined cloak, neatly folded.

'Did my brother ask for this too? He didn't mention.'

'No, my lord. It was my addition. Days are cold here.' She decides not to mention the extra width. He will make use of it if he wishes.

'Yes, they are, aren't they? Colder even than in Formenos. You were there, weren't you?' He is looking at her, frowning . 'I'm sorry, I cannot recall your name. You're Hendunáron's sister, and your father is now my seneschal, but your name escapes me at the moment. Many things do', and he smiles a little crooked smile that brings the scars on his face into stark relief. It seems that marks left by Morgoth's torment do not heal well even on an elf born in the Blessed Realm.

'I was Alasselië in Aman, and now I am called Merelaineth.'

'Ah, of course', he says, running his hand through his hair that is now just long enough for it. 'It is no matter that I can't remember names, since everyone took on a new one while I... was gone. I will have to think of one for myself too, and work on learning the language.'

'It is fortunately not very difficult', Meren offers. 'Or so most of us have found.'

'That is good to hear.' He turns to look at the clothes on the chest. 'Thank you for the clothes, Merelaineth, and for the cloak especially. It seems you have the same gift for noticing what needs to be done as your father does.'

'Thank you, my lord. I have been working together with him here in Mithrim, in addition to the needlework.'

'And very important work it is, part of keeping order here. Order right now is essential', he says, the good leader that he is proving to be now that he is recovering and reassuming his responsibilities. Meren knows that ever since he rose from his sickbed, he has been doing his part in keeping order both by leading his own people and by pursuing reconciliation with Fingolfin's.

Meren thanks him for his kind words and briefly debates with herself whether she should offer to wait while he tries the clothes on for size, as those she sews for usually do – but can he even dress himself? Should she offer to do it for him? It wouldn't be the first time she has dressed a man, as a professional seamstress, but she is fairly certain that he doesn't want to be dressed by someone who is a virtual stranger and a woman besides. Maglor, sensitive to the emotions and moods of others, hadn't wanted her to even take Nelyafinwë's measurements.

So Meren just tells him to send the clothes back to her if they are the wrong size, and she will make alterations. She also promises to make more for him as soon as she can, and she curtsies, and she goes.

A/N: The next chapter will be posted soon. It will feature narrative from Maedhros' POV.

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