#she only rebelled when these attacks came into her personal life

[ivanttakethis]

More color theory stuff that’s been on my mind…

Mizi and Ivan are both wearing black in their first rounds:

Here, the color black represents stability and the status quo. They go along with what is laid out for them.

Round 1 and Round 3 proceed mostly as they’re expected to. Nothing out of the ordinary (for the audience, not the contestants).

Then everything goes to hell in Round 5 and Round 6 when they transition to wearing white.

The color white represents a loss of control, both internal and external.

Mizi loses control and attacks Luka during Round 5. Ivan loses control and throws his round when he likely would have won.

But the aliens also lose control of their pets. Mizi is quite literally out of their control because she was rescued by the rebels, and Ivan — the ever obedient one of the group — purposefully broke the competition’s rules to save Till.

However, you could also view this as Mizi and Ivan taking back some small amount of control over their lives and actions from the aliens.

This interpretation works with Sua as well. She took control over her life by choosing to sacrifice herself for Mizi.

Sua was the catalyst for everything that came after. Every deviation from the norm was because of what she did.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that her death, while wearing white, signaled a shift in the story and that each major shift that occurred after was instigated by a character wearing white.

Her only being depicted in white and not black says to me that she knew she was going to take back control of her life before Round 1 even started.

She was never going to play by the rules.

Unlike Mizi and Ivan, Till’s transition happens in reverse:

In Round 2, he’s is loud and rebellious while wearing white.

He goes off script, not allowing his opponent to sing, and smashes Freddy to pieces in front of everyone.

The aliens can’t lose control of Till because they never had it in the first place. He’s always fought to keep a piece of himself.

But that all changes after Round 5.

Mizi is gone. Possibly dead.

The aliens have broken him down and hollowed him out into a shell of his former self. He submits more and more, no longer wanting to fight. Having nothing to fight for.

They’ve finally tamed him.

Till is far more subdued in Round 6, from his voice to his demeanor to his outfit.

He’s wearing black. The bright red from his Round 2 outfit is also darker this time, and less prominent.

Everything about his image is dulled, like a light has been dimmed. The transition from white to black exemplifies this as well.

He’s giving into the status quo that the color black represents.

By darkening Till’s image, the aliens are suppressing who he is as a person. They’ve sucked out all of the light and life within him.

Now Till has a choice: Continue down the path the aliens have laid out for him, or follow in the footsteps of his friends?

[stolenres-if]

DEMO TBA (EDITING)

Genres: superhero, dark, fame

CW: violence, explicit language and themes, dark themes, immoral behavior and situations

After a villain almost decimated the world as you know it, you and four other people were chosen by the hands of fate to gain powerful abilities and become a member of Legion, humanity's only hope.

Because of that, you became celebrities in your own right. Red carpets, photoshoots, commercials for energy drinks and more. After a while it felt like the villain would never return and you'd be stuck being a celebrity for powers you don't even use.

Until the villain does return.

And you win.

Unfortunately, you paid the ultimate price: you died and became a martyr.

Or so...everyone thought.

Six years later, you wake up in the same spot you were in with no memory of the last near decade of your life. While only a night has gone by for you, for everyone else? A lifetime.

Everyone has moved on with their lives. The friends you considered family barely speak to each other, all of them haunted by everything that came after the fight. You have no recollection of anything…except something inside you knows your reappearance was no ordinary coincidence.

Especially when you begin to hear a voice in your head, commanding you, telling you to destroy everything in your path….

Stolen Resurrection is 18+ gritty IF that's a mixture of fame and super heroism. You are a member of the elite Legion, believed to be dead for half a decade until you wake up to a changed world six years later.

Customize your MC from personality, appearance, gender identity and their persona. Do they embrace the celebrity life or reject it? Do they love their position as someone forced to sacrifice their life for the good of the world or do they resent it?

Curate whether your MC will move on or stay stuck in the past. Choose how to approach every situation and every person from your past and present life.

Navigate a world in which you are famed for being a chosen one and choose how you approach that.

Wake up six years after people believing you dead. Deal with the aftermath of grief and loss you left in your wake.

Romance ROs with different personalities and different feelings/thoughts towards your 'resurrection' and everything else.

Character-driven narrative with an emphasis on the choices you make and the relationships you build.

Prepare and train for a villain who may or may not be using you as their puppet.

Die. And then come back to life.

THE EX FIANCÉ // THE SELLOUT: CATH HARRISON [M/F][RO]

Your ex and old Legion member, Cath has become the most prominent and beloved figure in New America. Once kind, charismatic, and a charmer, Cath is now the stoic poster child for the company that made Legion. So much so, that your old friends call them a sellout. Cal was proposing to you when everything went to hell all those years ago. When you return, you find them remarried. Cath has moved on...or have they?

THE OLD FRIEND // THE STRANGER: REA SANTOS [F][RO]

Once your closest friend and fellow Legion member, Rea has grown cold over the years, haunted by that fateful night. Even though she still has love for the team, she does her best to rebel as much as possible as revenge for the attack that took a life she can never get back. While she understands your disappearance and subsequent reappearance is not your fault, she can't help but blame you for not being around. Rea is a stranger to you now and whatever friendship you two had is successfully dead.

THE FORMER FAN // THE PRO: JAMES SATO [M][RO]

James, bright and wide-eyed, was once your biggest fan, gloating that he was going to apply to NAG Labs because of you. He also had a childish admiration for you that you found endearing at best and a nuisance at worse. Now, years later, James is somehow as old as you, has long moved on past his fan phase, and is the new head of the division that created you. Oddly enough, it feels weird without James Sato not following you around like a lost puppy. Have the roles reversed?

THE EX FLAME // THE HERMIT: NICO/NAOMI CARTER [M/F][RO]

Once the sunshine and comedic relief of the team, N has disappeared, becoming a shell of their former self. They do nothing else but stay in the bar, drinking their sorrows away. They are considered hostile and want nothing to do with the team or the Company since your death. N may have had feelings for you in the past, but you're not too sure. It's not as if you could ever pursue that years ago. Now? Well, it seems like it's all too late.

OTHER CHARACTERS

??? -- your hear them in your head. Is this the person who has trapped you all this time?

Ray Trent (m) -- your old teammate and close friend. No one speaks of Ray, and you wonder where's he gone and what he's been through that makes him such a sore topic for everyone.

Logan Kane (m) -- the new head of NAG and currently running for president of New America. The son of the now dead head that you were once close to. Logan doesn't trust you. Your reappearance has set him on edge.

Hello, if you'd like to know what happened and why this blog was deleted before. You can check here! Reblogs and everything else is appreciated! Thank you :)

[venusxxlangdon]

Of Mice & Snakes - Part 3. The Snake

pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!reader x Tom Riddle 

warnings: crossover, third-person narration, smut (threesome, dp, spitting, dirty talk), angst, character death 

words: 3k  summary: AU where Michael Langdon, Tom Riddle, and fem!reader are caught in an intricate relationship where power and lust go hand in hand. Sometimes the only way to forget is to take the memories out of your head and store them in the Pensieve.

This is the final part. 

Part 1 Part 2 Chapter's soundtrack: Ludovico Einaudi - View From the Other Side 

“He had my back long enough to stab me right into it”  The snow was falling slowly, covering the roofs and the broad shoulders of the sleeping ogres that were supposed to keep the guard with the thick layer of silver blanket. Ever since the Dark Lord took the reigns, each village had ogres and werewolves as the night watchers in case any of the rebels decided to attack.

It was a deep night, and only a few lights in the giant mansion that sprawled out for several hectares were on. They were dim but more than enough to give a soft glow to this one particular spot in the living room.  

The spot by a fireplace. 

A big emerald-green velvet armchair was right in front of it. A huge pile of parchment paper was on the left-hand side. It was impossible to understand what was written on the notes because the handwriting was small, and most parts of the sentences were crossed out - it seemed as if whoever wrote them was in an incredibly frustrated state. Or furious. In life, very often these two feelings go hand in hand. 

The flames from the fireplace cast warm light onto the walls with intricate gobelens. One of them pictured a family tree titled “The Riddle Family”. Some of the spots were burnt out indicating that certain members were excluded for reasons only a pure-blood wizard would understand and consider fair. 

But nobody knew that the entire thing was fake. Tom Riddle came from a muggle family, and all these “excluded” members were nobody but imaginary people that he put on the wall to give the impression that he cared about the purity of his blood. 

He was sitting in the armchair with his long legs crossed. Pale, aristocratic hands rested neatly on the handles. His eyes were closed, his breath even. He was used to evenings like this. After all, he did not have anyone left. Death Eaters could not be counted on. They were just mere subjects, loyal to their Lord, but their loyalty was based on fear and, in some cases, pure insanity. They could not be trusted. But who could he ever trust? The one he considered his brother (not by blood, but by how close they were) betrayed him.

Tom squeezed his fingers around the handles, making his knuckles bleed white. No matter how many years passed, he could not forgive Langdon. He did not betray just Riddle. He betrayed their master plan, almost ruined everything, and over what? A fucking bitch. Just from the thought of it alone, he felt the burning rage boiling up in his stomach and rising to his throat, making him gulp heavily. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and sighed. As he stretched one of his arms, his fingers lightly brushed the pile of notes next to him. He pulled one. 

“Maybe you will wrap your mind around it one day, Tom. She loves both of us,” the scribed letters said. The rest of the paragraph faded with time, but Riddle knew it by heart. 

Y/N never loved any of them, and if Langdon had ever believed otherwise, he was a complete fool and had no right to be his ally in the first place, Riddle thought. She was scared like a little mouse that she was. It was her plan all along: to make them fall for her and then flee when the time came. She pretended to be by their side. Luckily Riddle made her give the unbreakable vow, and that was the only thing that saved his plan in the end. The little bitch could not escape the ancient magic and paid for her dishonesty. 

But she was useful. Thanks to Y/N, Michael and Tom did manage to access her father’s archive and find clues about the location of the Elder Wand. Riddle could feel the weight of it in his pocket. It was real and it brought him the power he had always lusted after. He did not even flinch when he had to point it at his friend, brother, and ally - Michael Langdon. By that point, he had already found out that Langdon was on Y/N’s side. 

He remembered vividly the animalistic roar “Avada Kedavra!” and how the green light coming from his wand pierced through the green flame of Langdon’s wand and then went straight to Michael’s heart. The blond wizard fell dead on the cold concrete of the Glenfinnan Viaduct that Hogwarts Express used to go over every year with the students on board. 

Only one Lord could exist. 

Riddle crunched the piece of paper in his hand and threw it into the fire; the flames swallowed it immediately. He could hear the ticking of the ancient clock. He glanced at it quickly. Midnight. 

“Actio”, he commanded and immediately, a small coffee table with little glass bottles appeared in front of him. Tom sat straight in his armchair and took one of the tiny bottles in one hand. With the other hand, he dived into the folds of his gown and pulled out his wand. He closed his eyes. Let’s see what memory he could get rid of that night. Riddle pointed the tip of the want at his temple and whispered:

“Pensieve”*

A thin silver string started to appear at the end of the wand, stretching out from his head. He pulled a bit more letting it come out completely, and then he stored it right into the prepared bottle. The silver ribbon peacefully rested inside the glass. He knew what it was about. 

“Who are your Lords, darling?” he whispered in her ear while holding her by the neck as she lay atop him with her arms around his torso. Her hair was a mess, mouth hung open as she succumbed to the pleasure of two thick cocks stretching out her abused holes. Riddle was on his back, penetrating her throbbing pussy, and Langdon was behind her stretching her tight ass. He could tell Y/N was on the verge of crying from how overstimulated she felt.

“We can’t hear you”, Michael panted and reached out to her head to yank it and make her face Riddle’s smirk. She winced and looked at the man in front of her through hooded eyes. She was so full. 

“You,” she answered barely moving her spit-slick lips, and her eyes rolled back at the particular hard thrust of Michael’s hips. Tom slid his hands down her body to grab her thighs and brought her dipper onto his cock. He could feel Michael moving inside of her too. Both of their cocks were slipping in and out with a filthy, sloppy sound. 

“Good girl”, Michael’s colossal palm landed on the delicate skin of her asscheek, leaving a red print. She moaned and involuntarily, out of pure reflexes, pushed herself back onto him. “There you go,” he praised and spread her wider, admiring how her asshole was taking him. The beads of sweat were collecting on his forehead, blond locks sticking to it. 

Riddle’s hands were on her breasts that were bouncing in front of his face. He squeezed her nipples tightly eliciting another loud moan from her. He passionately attached his mouth to hers, savoring every sound she made. He kissed her hungrily, drinking in the power he had over her. They had. Y/N was their little puppet. He could feel how Michael pulled out of her just to fill her back up. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass and their low moans was bouncing off the walls of the room. 

Tom’s lips moved down her neck, stopping at the junction that connected her neck and the shoulder and giving it a harsh bite. Hard enough to leave a dark-purple mark. He wanted to claim her in every way. She already had a black snake imprinted on her arm, she had invisible strings of the vow around her wrists, and she had bite marks and hand prints all over her body. 

“C’mon let’s move her”, he commanded to Michael and the blond man moaned disapprovingly. “Sharing is caring, Langdon”.  

Michael gave her a few more thrusts to enjoy the tightness of her ass and complied. Before he moved her on her back, he proudly spread her gaping hole to see the result of his work which felt incredibly humiliating to Y/N. She whimpered when both of the men quickly flipped her over and she ended up on her back with her legs spread and Riddle between them. His eyes were black now, two abysses staring into her soul. Her head was spinning. 

“What do you think, love?” he cooed, bringing his thumb to her lips and tapping on them ordering her to open her mouth. He leaned closer. She could feel his hot breath fanning over her face and the pressure of the tip of his cock at the entrance of her wet pussy. Her eyelids flattered and her cheeks turned scarlet when Riddle let the string of his saliva land on her tongue. “Take it.” 

With that command he snapped his hips, thrusting deep inside of her, making her back arch. He was pinning her to the bed with the weight of his body and she did not have any other choice but to keep taking his big, hard cock moving ruthlessly inside her velvet walls. 

“T-T-Tom”, she whimpered spreading her legs wider. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and she extended her arms, sliding her palms down the silk sheets looking for Michael’s hand. She needed to squeeze it for support, to have something to hold onto. Langdon laced their fingers together and brought his face close to hers. 

“You look beautiful, darling”, he praised and reached his hand to her clit. His long fingers massaged firmly, sending bolts of pleasure down her spine. “Let him fuck you, be a good girl. You know you need to serve your Lords well, baby.” 

“Oh yes, such a good puppy,” Riddle muttered and closed his eyes, giving in to the pleasure of her pussy around him. So good. So tight. 

Michael’s plump lips met her parted mouth. He was kissing her lazily. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip and cupped her flushed cheeks. He brushed them with his thumbs almost lovingly. 

“Let him cum inside your pussy, baby”, he whispered, “and then I will fill your mouth, yeah?” 

As if she had a choice. She would do anything. She nodded and drew her knees to her chest allowing Riddle to go at a much deeper angle. He cussed and pushed onto her knees driving his cock in and out of her heat. His face was mere inches away from hers. He smelled like sweat and cologne. The suffocating smell of sex filled her nostrils. His hips moved at an animalistic pace, the muscles of his abdomen flexed with each thrust, and his groans indicated that he was close. 

“I’m gonna cum in her”, he panted and Y/N moaned at his words. Michael was still holding her hand, and when Riddle leaned closer and whispered, “Look at me”, all she could do was oblige. She looked at him with wide eyes feeling his cock twitching inside of her. She let out a long, low moan when after one last thrust a hot, sticky fluid spilled inside her pussy. She watched Riddle throw his head back in pure bliss, feeling his cock pulsing deep in her. She felt incredibly full. Everything was wet. When he pulled out, she winced at the stretch and from how messy it all felt. Thick drops of pearl-white cum leaked out of her folds right onto the silk sheets. 

“Keep your legs up”, Michael ordered. Y/N was in a trance. She could barely feel her legs, her heart was beating violently like a trapped bird in a cage, and her breath was still uneven. She saw Tom tiredly rolling over the other side of the bed leaving her at Langdon’s mercy. 

“Put your hands on your ass and spread your holes for me”, Langdon continued. She slowly cupped her asscheeks in her palms and very slowly parted them. It felt filthy. Her pussy quivered and pushed out another thick drop of cum. Good Lord. 

Michael reached his hand to gently tap her clit and collect some of the cum that Riddle left. He rubbed it between his long fingers and then smeared it around her tightened nipples. He grabbed his cock with his other hand and guided it into her mouth. 

“Make me cum”, his low voice sent shivers down her spine. Y/N did not have any energy in her left. She slightly turned her head, adjusting her position on the pillow to take his cock at a better angle. She parted her lips and took a deep breath. Michael did not have any patience for her to take her time and run the tip of her tongue along his head and then take it inch by inch. As soon as he felt the warmth of her mouth, he pushed his hips forward making her take it all. Y/N gasped and almost let her teeth scratch the sensitive skin. Langdon hissed and grabbed her by the hair, guiding her head. He held her in place while driving his cock in and out of her mouth. She could barely keep up with the pace, choking on the impressive length. 

“Just like that”, he approved. “Keep going.” He found particular pleasure in the noises her throat made each time he trusted into it. Her dripping saliva allowed his cock to glide easily. In and out. In and out. His eyes traveled down her body right to the spread pussy and ass that she still had on full display for him. With a low groan, Langdon pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped her red cheeks with it. The girl was panting heavily. He was holding her by her neck as he kept rubbing the tip of his cock against her lips. 

“Good girl”, he murmured and slapped her one more time. “Stick your tongue out.”

He let go of her face but she still kept it close because she knew what was coming. Obeying to his request, Y/N took her tongue out and looked up at Michael. His nostrils flared, usually perfect locks were messy, and his broad chest was covered in sweat. She knew him so well by that time already. She could tell he was close just by the way his breath hitched. She watched him jerking himself off and the wild thought of how badly she actually wanted him to cum on her enveloped her mind. 

It was something in her eyes that could not be hidden. Something always about Michael that made her look at him in “that” particular way no matter what he and Riddle kept doing to her. Something Riddle never experienced. Something he hated the most and wanted to annihilate at its origin.

For a second, Tom Riddle wanted to break the glass with the string of memory inside of it. But instead, he squeezed it tightly in his palm and put it in the chest pocket of his gown. He will find a proper storage for this particular one. 

Suddenly a creaking sound of the door opening interrupted his thoughts. He smiled. He did not even need to turn his head to know what it was. 

“You are back my love,” Riddle smiled as the snake made its way to the armchair. Its long muscular body was strong and flexible. The snake wrapped its thick body around one of the legs and rested its giant scully head on Tom’s thigh. Its pitch-black eyes stared at him blankly. “Did you have a good hunt?”

The snake blinked. Tom’s fingers were drawing a lazy pattern on its head, it felt sleek and cool under his fingertips. How fascinating was the fact that once smart enough to come up with the plan to make fools out of the two most powerful wizards, this very head was now only capable of a primitive string of thoughts! It no longer had its identity, no recollection of the family she wanted to save so badly, no memory of Michael and him and what they used to do together, and most importantly, no memory of what she made Langdon feel. She was his loyal servant. 

“That is the price you paid, Nagini”, Riddle whispered, taking the snake’s head in his palms, his palms caressing the sides of it. He loved her new name. The name he picked for her many years ago. “Just like he paid his.” 

*In Harry Potter universe the memory extraction spell is unknown 

Author's note: I’d like to thank everyone who supported Part 1 and Part 2 of this series that I wrote 4 years ago (*whistling*). I read every single comment and ask you sent me.  Michael x reader x Tom pairing found its continuation in a plethora of drabbles and one-shots I wrote back in my active days on tumblr. The longer ones are included in my masterlist and the rest you can find in the tag #Michael x Tom x reader on my blog. Enjoy!

[happyunbday2u]

So I recently saw a comic on YouTube about Husk having a daughter when he was alive so now I can’t get it out of my head and now I’d like to welcome Spade and Diamond, human names are Scott and Diane

They died some time in the late 1990’s and were born in the late 1940’s

I like to think Husk was a good father with a soft spot for kids, I am still thinking on their mother’s design but I have the backstory ready, this includes Husk being the Vietnam war.

Their life couldn’t have been more perfect if it weren’t for their dad having to leave for war and their grandmother trying to convince their mother that she could do better, but it got worse when they found her dead after being missing for weeks. (Plot twist! The Grandma killed her because if she wouldn’t leave Husk then there was only one thing left to do! JK it was a moment of sheer rage and the next thing she knew her daughter was dead in her arms, she doesn’t regret it because now she has her precious grand babies)

The only thing Husk came home to was his mother-in-law telling him to give his kids to her, she got in his head by telling him how he’d be able to care for them alone, without his wife, without their mother, so with much pain he gave them away.

They didn’t want him to do it but he told them it was for the best, they tried to hate him for it but they couldn’t, Scott was the one who ended up becoming a rebel and while his sister didn’t he got into some trouble and she had to hide him and one day someone tried to attack them and in a moment of panic she killed them forcing her to the life of crime.

Both died in a crossfire and coming to Hell they resembled their dad (and mom?), they didn’t even know he was there until they watched the new and heard about the fight with the Angels and the Hotel they’ve heard so much about, but there was no denying that they saw their dad on screen.

After seeing it they couldn’t help but go to at least SEE if he really was there. Let me tell you the amount of joy there was in that family reunion was the equal amount as seeing a family of your favorite animal, a bit shocking for everyone to find out that not only Husk was married when he was alive but had kids, but he is the type of person to randomly bring up things about their life and never bring it up again.

Both siblings like Charlie and her energy tho it is a bit much for the two, Vaggie was intimidating at first but then they began to grow a connection and BOTH sides would kill for each other.

Surprisingly they got along well with Angel Dust and they were the first to realize the love in their eyes for each other.

“Why do they make such intense eye contact?” “It’s kinda like how dad and mom did it during anniversaries…oh…” “…Oh..” “OH!”

Niffty is a bit crazy for their taste but over all they can get along with her, Diamond helps her clean.

At first they were okay with Alastor until Husk casually brought up his souls was owned by him, now they secretly hate him.

Spade is absolutely fascinated by Cherri Bomb’s bombs, and has helped her make bigger explosions and make it for farther distances.

Lucifer is basically their new grandfather who spoils them.

You guys can use these OCs if you want just make sure to not say it’s your own OC and tag me so I can see y’all beautiful art or mini fanfic or whatever you decide to do with them 😀👍🏽

Edit: i started on a draft for their mother! 1/2/3/4

[bookdragonideas]

Healers are killers.

Katara doesn't know when she learns that. Maybe she's the first to realize. But healers are killers.

They have to be sometimes. When mercy is quick and painless, instead of drawn out suffering. But all to often its more of a choice.

Sometimes it's something completely different.

Katara knows how the human body works. She's helped her Grangran since she was small, and trained with the northern healers whenever she had a spare moment. She knows what muscles connect, where injuries are often found. The different ways a bone can break, and just how far you can wander into exhaustion before collapse. And she has seen, time and time again, just how far you can push a person to the brink of death before they fall off.

Humans are surprisingly durable. Until they aren't.

No one knows this better than a healer.

A man might break every bone in his body and still live to play with his grandkids. A single splinter can end a life or rob a person of their limbs.

For Katara it's a balance. And she likes to think that she uses the balance well. Water whips that only cause curable injuries. Never drowning enough to cause serious illness. Cuts that hurt but don't bleed enough to kill. She may not be a pacifist like Aang but she avoids killing when she can.

It's in the north when she first notices a twist of this balance.

Talking with the healers in the hut about herbs and the difference between North and South. A man came in with extensive injuries. But nothing that wouldn't heal in time. Until one of the other woman gave him the wrong medication, with a lethal dose.

Katara noticed, went to say something, thinking it a simple mistake. But Master Yagoda caught her eye and warned her off with a stern look.

Later she learned why. How the man had been injured. Who had injured him. No blame was cast. No voices questioned the death. And at the burial no one cried.

She had seen before, in the Earth Kingdom. Earth healers who treated everyone after a battle. Who would give Firebenders sleeping draughts they wouldn't wake from.

But that was different. That was war. That was enemies to dangerous to keep prisoner and a gentler death than execution.

This had nothing to do with the war.

Months later Katara stood above a woman who could have been kin. A trusted teacher turned monster. She sobbed in her brother's arms and deep down she wondered. How much blame lay in the war? Had Sozin never conquered would this power remained unknown? Or would it have made itself known somehow?

Years later when she fights another who claimed this twisted power she gets her answer.

Some evils cannot be blamed on the war.

She uses Bloodbending only a handful of times in her life. Mostly in desperation or defensive. Once in shameful anger, against a man wearing armor that reminded her of her mother.

And once in the dark of a small family's house. Where a newborn baby needed blood to flow more than Katara needed to restrain herself.

No one knew. Except for Aang, who she didn't keep secrets from. And Sokka who saw more than she gave him credit for.

But she knew.

She gave the wrong medicine to a mother whose half grown children cowered in fear. The children went to live with their cousins and learned to laugh again.

She failed to clean the wound on a man whose girlfriend was bruised and broken in a different way. He survived but she gained power over him for long enough to reconsider the relationship.

She healed Ozai, when Zuko asked. But if that healing only went skin deep? Well she had been distracted by helping Mai wrangle young Izumi. And Zuko never blamed her.

The two sides of her bending twisted alongside each other. A balance.

She interrogates a man who was involved in multiple kidnappings. She knows how far to push someone before they break. And afterwards she smooths a healing hand over tarnished skin. They find the children. And the man dies of unknown causes.

Some rebels attack Sokka and Zuko during one of their visits to the Earth Kingdom. If she hunts them down to deliver killing blows? She was just trying to capture them, no one can prove otherwise.

Bloodbending keeps getting rediscovered.

Katara teaches her students that you can heal someone with their own blood if the situation is desperate.

She watches as the the world changes, as old friends and family grow old and die.

Katara knows, as her own bones begins to ache, that some secrets do not remain secret.

She teaches what she can. Twists the narrative whenever possible. And sends a significant look to her newest prodigy as she gives a cruel man the wrong medicine.

Healers are killers.

This truth is far older than the war. It's a secret built into the very concept of the word. A balance every gentle healer holds.

Healers are killers.

But they are healers before they are killers. And Katara will do her part to ensure it stays that way.

Two years before she dies Bloodbending is announced as the newest form of Waterbender healing. Zuko and Toph congratulate her. Zuko looks sad. Toph looks serious. They understand.

Healers are killers.

In the next hundred years others will learn this too. Katara only hopes that they keep it a secret, as she did. She settles into her cozy home in her rebuilt tribe. She spends the rest of her life keeping the balance between the two sides of her own bending.

Healers are killers.

Katara has always been both.

[promise-keeper-papyrus]

Rewriting Undyne's Character...

Cause she is a bit of a hot mess...

*I gave her green hair and fins to match her green heart magic.

*She is stoic and more mature, but also somewhat emotionally constipated and a workaholic.

*Her personality is kinda similar to how Undyne was with her helmet on: A professional badass, instead of a racist jerk and hotheaded bully to Frisk.

*She is married to her job as the Royal Guard Captain.

*She doesn't enjoy attacking Frisk.

*In fact, she's uncomfortable with it, if Frisk doesn't kill anyone.

*She's more honest with Papyrus and says that he CAN'T be in the Royal Guard, unless he has the guts to actually defeat/destroy his enemies.

*Papyrus believes that simply capturing a human would prove that he's worthy enough.

*Undyne's hobbies are both piano and singing.

*Undyne gives Papyrus music lessons for fun, instead of terrible cooking lessons.

*Alphys still has a crush on Undyne, but Undyne only sees Alphys as a friend... unless they reach the surface and Undyne doesn't have to be a workaholic captain anymore.

*Undyne's backstory with Asgore is that the previous human that came before Frisk killed and hurt a lot of monsters (but out of self-defense and paranoia)... Kid Undyne and other children were playing with King Asgore (cause the king loves kids) when the human came, Kid Undyne asked if the human wanted to play and the human slashed out Undyne's eye... The human and Asgore fought and Asgore won... Undyne decided to get training from Asgore himself, so she can prevent the human's cruelty from happening to herself and others again... She thought that Frisk was going to hurt Papyrus, like the previous human had hurt her.

*Undyne and most of the kingdom don't know that Chara was a human. They thought Chara was an adopted monster. Long ago, Gerson and other adult monsters had changed Chara's story when they told it to younger generations. Gerson convinced Asgore not to correct these changes, because they would've caused questions and conflictions. And some monsters might've even rebelled against the idea of a second war, if they learned Chara was a human. (This wouldn't be a super OOC thing for Asgore to do or let happen... after all, Asgore didn't stop Mettaton from moving the statue that could possibly be Asriel or a monster war hero.)

*Undyne thought that Frisk was only pretending to be friendly to trick Papyrus and the others, so Frisk can hurt them all later.

*She realizes that Frisk's compassion is genuine, when Frisk saved a monster kid's life... But she still has a job to do, even if a part of her wants to stop... When Frisk saves her from overheating, she feels guilty, humbled and a bit more willing to be Frisk's friend after some encouraging words from Papyrus.

*Undyne and Frisk both bond over music.

*After she bonded with Frisk, she apologizes, and she calls off the Royal Guards in the Hotlands.

While with canon...

See the difference?

Some bonus Rewrite Alphys:

*She went from a shy nerd to a smug and sassy nerd.

*The biggest problems with Canon Alphys' character is that she's kind of an idiot and a flip-flop. She can't decide whether she wants to be seen as the Kingdom's hero or Frisk's hero (even if she's tricking them). Also, it's crazy that Mettaton showed the whole kingdom on LIVE TV that Alphys was helping the human. She's basically being a traitor (even though it was fake, nobody knew that). Yet nobody to banging down the lab's door and trying to attack or arrest her... Or attack Mettaton or admitting on TV that he's trying to save the humans and abandon the kingdom.

*In this rewrite, she's pretending to be Frisk's ally like in canon, but unlike in canon, her plan makes a bit more sense.

*She pretends to be Frisk's ally to lower their guard down, until Frisk reaches the final battle with Mettaton, where she can blast them with a soul harvester... And Mettaton tells their plan to the monsters watching their TVs, before his first meeting with Frisk... That's why nobody is angry at Alphys.

*But then Alphys slowly grew attached to Frisk and tries to stop the plan and tries to tell Frisk the truth, but Mettaton hacks into Alphys' phone calls.

*But Mettaton wants to follow the plan through and give Frisk's soul to Asgore; Mettaton is more loyal to the kingdom in this rewrite.

*After the final battle with Mettaton, Alphys' sadness and guilt would be much more impactful, since she's sassier and bolder in this rewrite.

*After befriending Undyne, Frisk convinces Undyne and Papyrus to help Frisk get Alphys out of her guilt-filled depression.

*Everyone hangs out and talks in Waterfall, where Alphys builds a new robot that will help future humans that fall down into the kingdom, as a way to apologize to Frisk.

* Alphys later shows Frisk, Undyne and Papyrus the amalgamates, but in this rewrite Alphys doesn't leave Frisk alone to fend for themselves and Alphys gets both called out and comforted by the trio for her mistakes.

*The trio convince Alphys to let the amalgamates go and to reveal the truth to the worried families.

*Later, Frisk has a bonding session with a repaired Mettaton, who apologizes to Frisk after the session.

[ashethewitch]

Jumping on the wish rewrite trend pretty late but here I go this is gonna be long

Lets start with the backstory of Rosas

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Rosas used to be an amazing utopia with the same rules it has in the movie. Until one day, the king and queen granted one of the wrong wishes and a hoard of people came attacking it, killing the king, queen and the young princess who was about to marry prince magnifico, the only ones left were magnifico and his newborn daughter, asha

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Since then, magnifico became a control freak, he was obviously crowned king and pretended things will go back to normal but it wasn't the case.

You see, when someone gives their wish away they lose their core personality and become mindless, obeying zombies Which is not a problem if the wish gets granted The thing is... Magnifico wasn't going to do that

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The movie would start with older asha, training to be the next queen she doesn't know none of the wishes get granted yet, she lives a very isolated life. The only times she's allowed to leave the castle is with body guards or the king himself. And only on certain events One day she gets tired of this life, too scared to do anything about it, she wishes upon a star one night. Not expecting it to do anything just to let out her emotions But then...

The star came to life! In the form of a beautiful girl!

Asha and star girl talk and befriend a little during the night and in the day, star girl gives asha a tour of the kingdom Asha starts noticing the citizens aren't as happy as she thought they would be everything they want gets granted after all, right?

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And that's when star girl explains her that's not the case and that she watched asha for a long time and knew that if anyone could help her save the kingdom, it's her

So yeah the two rebel against magnifico and fall in love in the process.

I imagine magnifico ending up imprisoned just in a normal dungeon and with asha getting the say on when he’s gonna be released. She’s also the queen now (sequal potential???)

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I might make more posts about this but for now here’s my drawing of our star crossed sapphics

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[callophelia-ailingamnemonic]

Oh look, What I have so far for my Cataclysm and pre-canon Mondstadt plot points for my ATWIAWL AU!

CATACLYSM

After defeating Durin, Celestia summons Barbatos to assassinate the Khaenri’an heir, to which Barbatos very reluctantly cooperates with, that is until they get there and discover a baby Kaeya.

Seeing his smile, Barbatos cannot bring themself to kill the baby and attempts to smuggle him away from the Cataclysm, but they are discovered by Morax and the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles.

Before all of this, Dainsleif was exiled (for reasons I haven’t really decided yet) from Khaenri’ah but came back during the Cataclysm hoping to save the people, but bumps into Barbatos. Dainsleif is tense at first until Barbatos hands Kaeya over to him and tells him that he must run before the Sustainer arrives.

The Sustainer then proceeds to arrive and Barbatos buys the two time as Dainsleif and Kaeya flee into the Abyss. However, Barbatos quickly loses the fight.

An offence like this would normally lead to the offender’s execution, however, the Sustainer is unable to kill Barbatos without severe consequences (all relating to Istaroth), but leaving them to their own devices is just as equally dangerous, so instead, the Heavenly Principles seal them away.

She still tells all the other archons that they killed Barbatos to dissuade them from also rebelling.

Before they’re able to seal them away, however, Barbatos transfers their powers over to the Thousand Winds, blessing them with power rivalling that of Liyue’s adepti so that after the deed is done and the Sustainer sets out to attack Mondstadt, the Wind Wisps are able to fight her off, sending her into a deep slumber after the Cataclysm weakened her.

PRE-CANON MONDSTADT

After they were blessed by Barbatos, the Wind Wisps essentially became divine protectors of Mondstadt, similar to the Four Winds and Liyue’s adepti. They’re also able to have human forms, identifiable by their white hair and anemo-coloured tips and eyes. They mostly stay in Mondstadt but are also known to live in other nations alongside people they decide to stick to.

Before they were sealed away, Barbatos was able to remove their soul and put it into the form of a Wind Wisp not too dissimilar from the rest of the Thousand Winds. Since their identity as Venti was compromised, Barbatos decided to craft a new identity under the name of Nye and use it to secretly remain in Teyvat.

The fact that Barbatos disguised as Nye is still around is a secret only the Thousand Winds are privy to, because if Celestia were to ever hear of Nye’s true identity, they could potentially awaken prematurely, and that is the last thing anyone wants.

Because they’re around, Venti is able to heal Dvalin of Durin’s poison, but because I’m also a sucker for the gay dragons, close to the present events of the game, Durin gets reincarnated into the most reckless being in all of Teyvat. Initially, Dvalin lets him be out of a sense of guilt from killing his past self, but then Durin (whose name might not be Durin anymore) gets himself in a sticky situation and Dvalin has to appear in his human form in order to get him out of that situation. Afterwards, Dvalin decides to stick around with Durin to ensure that he doesn’t get himself almost killed again.

In his human form, Dvalin has a fake anemo vision and I can imagine him either being a bow user or a catalyst user.

I like to think that Durin would have a cryo vision. I can imagine his weapon either being a claymore or a physical catalyst like Heizou or Wriothesley.

During the Ursa the Drake crisis, the presence of the wisps are able to save Crepus’ life. I haven’t decided yet if present-day Diluc still has the same personality he had before his father died in canon, or if he’s still grumpy. Another fic that inspired me was “A Bard’s Ambition” by OG_CaleHenituse where even though Venti saved Crepus’ life, it wasn’t without people thinking he had died when he went missing which still results in Diluc’s fallout with the knights.

[ga-yuu]

I Love You, Even If You Forget Me Part 2 Kurama Story Summary

I wanted to translate this event but saw that I won't have time so I'm writing the summary because I love writing summaries and its more quicker.

Story starts with our beloved Yoshino going to the woods to pick up some medicinal herbs. Due to her bad luck, he encounters an almost dying low-level demon. The demon sees her, says something weird, breaks and disappears. At that moment, Yoshino also loses her consiciousness.

Now the story is in Kurama's POV. Kurama heard that Yoshino was found unconscious in the forest and was brought back to the Rebels' mansion. In her room, when she wakes up, Kurama approached her but Yoshino yells at him in fear when she saw his wings. Kurama was confused.

A few moments later, Kurama was looking pissed. Like super pissed. Seeing Yoshino trembling in fear made him even more furious. He grabs her by the neck and tells her to stop faking it. But Yoshino doesn't seem understand what he meant. Kurama started tracing the magic on her and understood what's happening. The reason Yoshino lost her memories was because she encountered a demon that can eat people's memories. But in this case, the demon was dying, so in its dying breath the demon casted a powerful spell on her so it can live. But it died anyways so it didn't matter. If the demon lived then killing it would have maybe led Yoshino to regain her memories. But that's not possible now.

Anyways, he looks...I mean GLARES at Yoshino as if he wants to kill her but he gets up and leaves without saying anything and Yoshino was left alone looking confused.

Later he goes to his room. A few moments later Benkei comes in to check on him. Kurama angrily asked why Benkei came to his room rather than staying with Yoshino. Apparently, after leaving Yoshino's room, Kurama went and told Benkei to check on Yoshino because he thought Yoshino would feel at ease when she's with someone like Benkei because you know, Benkei has kind personality. Benkei tells Kurama that he did have small chat with Yoshino and she told him that she doesn't remember anything about Kurama or their relationship. She also only vaguely remembers about her relationship with the other members of the Rebels. Kurama at this point could not contain his anger any more. Benkei realised what Kurama was feeling. He tells Kurama that what Kurama is feeling is not actual anger, but deep sadness. Sad because Kurama can't do anything about it. Up until now, Kurama thought that Yoshino's inevitable death would be the only thing that would separate them. But now, Kurama is sad because Yoshino doesn't have a part of him inside her heart.

Benkei tries to cheer him up by saying that as a friend he will help Kurama by fighting with him. He tells him that by fighting he can get rid of his bloodlust that's about to burst out. At that very moment, Yoshitsune enters Kurama's room and told him that he just now learned about Yoshino's situation and that he too wants to help Kurama get rid of his bloodlust by fighting because Kurama is his dear friend. Soon after that, both Yoichi and Sueharu also enters and says the same. Yoichi says that he will attack Kurama from the roof with his bow because he values his life and Sueharu says that he wouldn't fight but instead will set up a counter for lemonade. Seeing the Rebel members coming to comfort him, Kurama was feeling warm and fuzzy. Usually, he would tell them to get out and that he didn't need comfort because 'comfort' are for weaklings. But tonight he couldn't tell them to get out because he wanted that comfort desperately. They're so cute, I wish I had friends like that!

Next day, the first thing Kurama does is go to Yoshino's room. Yoshino was still distant from him but she was accepting him a little bit, which made Kurama feel at ease. Kurama was no longer feeling the bloodlust because he was able to get rid of it by fighting with his friends all night, who right now, are sleeping like dead people in their rooms.

Yoshino tries talking to Kurama to find anything about her lost memories. While talking, Kurama felt like something was off. He then realizes that he didn't see Yoshino's smile since last night. He now looks at the confused Yoshino in front of him and orders her to smile. Yoshino complains that she can't laugh just because he ordered her to, so Kurama thought of an idea. He picks her up without her permission and they fly into the sky.

Yoshino was clinging onto Kurama, but Kurama reassured her that he isn't going to drop her. Yoshino, feeling reassured, opens her eyes and sees her surroundings. Her eyes were sparkling in delight and she had a big smile on her face. Seeing that made Kurama irresistibly happy and he smiled too. When Yoshino shyly thanks him, Kurama gets turned on because he finds her cute shy face alluring. Now he wants to bang her.

They both land on a big tree branch and he made Yoshino sit on his lap. He starts to kiss her. Yoshino was, of course, confused and pushed him away. She asks why he was kissing her and Kurama told her that she is his girlfriend and its only natural for them to kiss. Yoshino looked surprised and started blushing. Then Kurama realized that maybe Benkei didn't explain their relationship to her. Kurama tells her that they are actually lovers but Yoshino was finding it hard to accept that she's dating a tyrant like Kurama. Kurama proceeds to kiss her again. During their tongue action, Kurama felt a painful sting, and he pulls away. Yoshino's face was super red and she scolds Kurama to not kiss her out of nowhere. Seeing her like that only made Kurama chuckle and he was relieved to find out that even though she lost her memories, she is still the same Yoshino.

Pouting Yoshino, then asks him to share some of their memories together, or take her to a place that is special only to them. Kurama starts to think back the places they have went together while poking and pinching Yoshino's soft cheeks. Kurama didn't know which place to say. For him, whether its a dark alley where they had sex or a hallway in the mansion where they cuddle every night, every place is special to him. Then a place comes to his mind. Kurama looks at her and tells her that there is a place in the Otherworld.

Kurama and Yoshino both fly around the demon world. Yoshino was anxious and was also feeling nauseous from the air of the Otherworld. Kurama takes her to their special place-----A small hill top under a huge cherry blossom tree. Yoshino was mesmerized by the sight. She looked around happily while catching the petals that was falling from the cherry blossom tree. Seeing her like that only made Kurama fall in love with her even more. For Kurama, Yoshino's memories were like these cherry blossoms, because they fall and never comes back.

Kurama couldn't contain his sadness anymore and pulls her closely. He tells her that, only her death could break them apart. He thought that it was the only big thing he would have to suffer, until then he promised to make her happy every moment. So in her short life, he doesn't want her to forget about him. Hearing that Yoshino's eyes widened and her voice started shaking.

Yoshino looks at him and tells him that even though she feels sad, hearing Kurama say those words made her happy. With a tearful gaze, she says she has come to adore Kurama. They start kissing again and this time Yoshino was more accepting. Kurama wanted to share his warmth that they share every night. While kissing, Yoshino started remembering small fragments of their memories together and in no time she got her memories back.

When she tearfully looked up at Kurama, he realized that she got her memories back and they hug each other tightly. Kurama was so happy that he couldn't help but actually smile. Yoshino cries and thanks Kurama for not letting her go. Kurama tells her not be sorry and instead started kissing her neck and ears and also undoing her kimono. Yoshino was like "Right here!?" but Kurama could see the anticipation in her eyes.

[lauransoverthinking]

I have so many thought about Hondo Ohnaka.

And the way I often see fandom portray him - hilarious inept friend.

And the way he portrays himself - best friend of a certain Jedi master who is always willing to help, for a price.

And the heinous acts he is able to get away with because of this Jack Sparrow like representation.

When we see him in Rebels, it is a glowing representation of him as a scoundrel.

He loves the Jedi

He and Ezra are adorable together

He misses his Jedi best friend.

When we meet him in The Clone Wars, he’s hilarious, mostly harmless, and pretty helpful

Captures Dooku, Anakin, and Obi-wan with the goal to ransom them back to the Republic. Yay, the good guys!

Takes weapons to Onderon. Yay! Overthrow the separatist oppressors

Tries to steal kyber crystals from younglings - that’s not great, but no one got hurt and he definitely thought they could just get more. No harm, no foul?

Attempts to sell a teenage girl…. *insert record scratch here*

Everyone, and I mean everyone, loves to gloss over that last part. Fans, the entirety of the rest of canon, hell even the end of that arc, love to gloss over the fact that THAT MAN TRIED TO SELL AHSOKA.

Not ransom her back to the Republic, not sell her to the separatists.

No, he captured a teenage girl and was going to sell her to someone who specifically wanted to buy a female Jedi.

He told us this!

The truth is, I have my sights set on more nefarious criminals than I, a businessman who will pay handsomely for a Jedi.

A female Jedi at that.

This is the last arc of The Clone Wars he is in.

Later, in this exact episode, he tells us he killed an entire circus troupe because he didn’t like their act!

I would hate to be forced to cut off their heads like I did to your last act.

You remember those guys.

You are a brave man to come before me again.

Where is my Jedi?

I would hate for her to miss the show

which I'm hoping will be better than last time.

We learn so much about Hondo in this episode and it all seems to be telling us the same thing - don’t forget this guy is a bad guy. Like a very bad guy.

He seems to like Anakin and Obi-wan, so they don’t get the worst of him.

Ahsoka does not have that luxury. He is going to sell her to the highest bidder. The type of scum to say they don’t just want to say they own a Jedi, they want to own a female Jedi. We all saw the Zyggeria arc. We all know what he is talking about.

And what is worse is Obi-wan doesn’t even think anything like this is a possibility! Because he and Hondo are friends or something.

Obi-wan: We shall deal with Hondo on Florrum.

Youngling: Will Ahsoka be all right?

Obi-wan: Hondo would be even more of a fool than I think he is to hurt her.

Guess what General - HE IS GOING TO SELL HER!

And he would have continued to try if Grievous hadn’t shown up to ruin his plans.

He did not see the light and change from his murdering of circus troupe and selling sentient beings ways, a bigger bad showed up and he allied himself with the person he just tried to sell because she is a Jedi and still believed his life was worth saving.

And yet this saving his own skin behavior seems to have completely wiped the stain of tried to sell a whole person off of him. Because it’s adorable how he immediately cared for Katooni and that is all people seem to remember from that arc.

No, it isn’t adorable. At all. If Katooni had been a few years older he would have looked at her and seen profits too.

If Ahsoka hadn’t been so concussed from Grievous throwing her around, she would have mentioned the whole trying to sell her thing to someone.

And that would have been the end of the Obi-wan and Hondo friendship, because of, you know, the horrible behavior.

Anyways, TLDR - Never forget that everyone’s favorite pirate with a heart of gold Hondo Ohnaka tried to sell Ahsoka and was only thwarted because Grievous came to attack him instead.

I would have loved to see Ezra tell Ahsoka about his new bestie Hondo. Kanan is over there with his hand over his face thinking ‘I don’t know how to convince him this guy shouldn’t be trusted’ and suddenly Ahsoka solves the problem for him like ‘oh I know Hondo, yeah, he tried to sell me when I was 16 because it would be *airquotes* profitable’.

[jpitha]

We need A Ride 4

Part 3 Part 2 Part 1

Sophie looked up a Chloe, who in her mind's eye was standing next to her, even taller and more imposing than in person, with a faint blue glow around her, as if she was emitting particles going faster than the speed of light. She sighed.

"I trust you Chloe. I'll do it, but after we're going to have some words about consent and explaining things."

"I look forward to it." Sophie said. For Cereni's benefit, Chloe spoke out loud. "Abyssal, are we ready to go?"

"I've got the reactors at 225% and the capacitors and batteries charged. I can link three times in quick succession, but I'll need a few to recover after that. I can get us down, but I won't be able to link to safety until we're up in orbit. Sophie, that's your time to shine."

"Got it." Sophie was getting the hang of the interface. Chloe was right, it was just like the ones she was used to, just easier to operate. She just had to think, and it would obey.

"Okay then. As the acting captain of the Abyssal Plains, and current commander of this mission..." Chloe paused for a moment to see if anyone said anything. "I authorize War Emergency Power for the duration of the mission, and should I become incapacitated I authorize you, Abyssal Plains, to complete the mission, protect the cargo and save the crew in that order."

Abyssal replied. "Acknowledged, but you do realize you don't have to do that anymore Chloe? I own myself as a private craft, I'm not technically crewed. Also, don't you mean 'complete the mission, save the crew and protect the cargo'?"

"I said what I said." Chloe replied coolly. "You'll see why when it's aboard."

"Hrmph. War Emergency Power authorized. Thing are going to get hot and noisy from here on out."

Aboard the small command deck, Cereni noticed the change immediately. The lights darkened and shutters came down over the windows, leaving only a small front facing window open. The ship's thrumming hum became a roar and the pads of her feet felt the ship vibrating.

"Oh! I nearly forgot!" Abyssal said. "I'm sorry Cereni, let me patch your headset in, you must think we're ignoring you!" Cereni heard a click in her headset and she heard Sophie mid sentence "--you have so many flares, and chaff pods. Were things really that hot when-- Oh Cereni! Hi! I probably look weird right now, but I'm okay. Abyssal and Chloe are showing me how to work my rig."

Cereni looked over at Sophie. She was sitting upright in her chair, belted securely, but her eyes were closed and her mouth wasn't moving as she spoke. The bunny ear antennas were moving gently.

"You don't look okay, but I'll take your word for it" Cereni said, unsure.

"Okay everyone, we're linking in 3, 2...now"

****

From a distance, with a powerful telescope, one could watch what happened next. The Abyssal Plains disappeared in that blinding flash of white light that accompanies the human's wormhole generators and in very short succession appeared off to the left then linked again and was in the atmosphere of Spruces.

****

The Abyssal Plain was in the atmosphere and falling.

They were a dropship though, they were doing what they were designed to do. The stubby wings and flight controls that looked useless in space came to life and helped orient the ship belly first as it screamed through the stratosphere. The speed of the decent was such that the air around them rebelled at being pushed aside so violently and was imbued with energy and became a glowing plasma.

When Abyssal was enveloped in plasma, and most vulnerable, the attack started.

"Missiles incoming!" Sophie yelled as she felt the lock. "Beginning countermeasures."

Hundreds and hundreds of white hot flares poured out of two mounts in the rear as the huge dropship rolled away. Chaff canisters popped out the top and exploded, all trying to confuse the missile's tracking radar and make the Abyssal seem both smaller and not where it really was.

Sophie began scanning for the launchers and jamming their signals.

"Those missiles were from the ground!" she yelled, surprised. "They weren't from orbit! Who is shooting at us on the ground?"

Chloe replied "It is as I had feared. Someone has landed on Spruces and captured it and is trying to keep it. I've sent a signal to our contact, they're getting things ready as fast as they can. Cereni, be ready to begin loading the moment we touch down."

The K'laxi nodded nervously, and glanced towards the door outside on the command deck where she'd be directing an unknown number of vehicles of an unknown weight into the large loading area of Abyssal.

Abyssal spoke up "Touchdown in 10 seconds. We're going to do it the old fashioned way, with rockets. It's rough, but fast. See why I told you to buckle up?"

5 seconds before the announced touchdown time Cereni heard the loudest sound she has ever heard in her life. It sounded like someone was ripping cloth, but the sound was so loud she looked down and saw her fur vibrating from the pressure waves. She clamped her hands over her ears and pressed down on them with the headset in place.

It didn't help.

Mercifully it was only for a few seconds, and with a very rough thump and double bounce they were down.

As soon as they were down, the doors opened and Cereni ran out to the balcony and was dumbstruck with what she saw.

There were at least one hundred wheeled trucks sitting about 100 meters away, all slightly different shapes and sizes and colors. On the roofs of all of them, painted quickly were numbers and scanner codes.

"Oh ancestors." She whispered. "What are we doing?"

"Saving my people" Chloe said. Cereni didn't realize she spoke out loud.

Quickly, she surveyed the vehicles. "Okay Chloe! I need.." She squinted "13, 45, 77 and 38 in first. They'll go along the back wall"

Without a word from Chloe, the 4 trucks wheeled forward and irresponsible speeds, electric motors yelling their protests.

"Next! 22, 89, 12 and.....40"

Again the trucks moved into place.

Suddenly, there was another ripping cloth screaming sound overhead as atmosphere craft shrieked overhead

"We've been found!" Sophie said. "We need to leave!"

"Not until the trucks are loaded." Chloe replied calmly. "This is why we are here."

Abyssal replied "Sophie, I've granted you access to weapons. Use the point defense arrays to keep them off us while we load."

At that, panels slid to the side on the back of Abyssal, large maser arrays, massive slug throwers and missile batteries swung into position. The thundering thumps of their firing added to the din.

"Thank you Abyssal." Chloe said. "Cereni, continue loading. We are in a rush."

Cereni turned back to the trucks outside waiting. "Okay, next: 3, 6, 80 and 15..."

Part 5

[vijayasena]

tune kya kar daala...

No one's pov..

Who know, that Niyati who came here to look after her dying grandmother which was the only family member she had..

Will gonna leave her too all alone in this world..

In the early 19s of India where the Britishers were bitching around and traumatising the Indian community the whole country was under them and they were making them suffer..

There was a fire inside Niyati to finish the British rule from India between those conservatives, those dirty talks about woman narrow minded people she still struggled for the sake of her dying mother who gave the little girl nothing but took a promise from her..

Her bloodied trembling Hands when grabbed Her daughter's tiny fingers she took a promise.

To free this nation cause it was their India.. a fire that combusted inside her mother glowed with all its strength inside Niyati.. and from those ashes ..

A rebel, A revolutionary, emerged not only for her country but for that promise too..

A promise which was made. And it will gonna be kept..

There was a fire inside Niyati..

She could do anything to full fill her mother's promise.

She never hoped for any love, any care and any attachments..

She always prayed to her mahadev and Vishnu to get her an understanding husband who would respect her and support Her.. she only had one wish..

In between those people she went to school, she studied and was more intelligent and smart then any other kid of her age ..

At the age of 7 she even started to learn English and got very fluent in it.. and Started to speak more better than the Britishers themselves.

Niyati was always that innocent, naive girl who just listened to others and obeyed her grandma's all wishes.. but secretly she wanted to attack all the governors and kill them.. but she knew she couldn't do that.. that is when her grandmother dropped the bomb, that she was getting married to none other than..

*Alluri Sita Ram Raju*

This name used to erupt butterflies inside tummy,

Ram.

This name used to make her body and mind go crazy..

She started to lose control over her mind and heart..

She never knew him, but the babai told her that it's her grandmother's wish..

And without any word, both not knowing anything about each other except their names..

He gave her the most hateful look, while tying the mangalsutra around her neck..

She had silent tears flowing from her eyes when he filled her hairline with sindoor..

She was overwhelmed by different types of emotions as she just wanted some love some care some respect..

Niyati would be lying if she Sayed that her husband wasn't handsome.. instead all the girls present in Delhi used to drool over Ram . He was so hot so handsome.. and Niyati was awestruck to see her husband's beauty..

but husband was the one who ignored her existence like she even lived in his house..

She performed all the duties of a good house wife, from performing all the house chores, cooking for him.. but never heard a word for him never knew if he ever exchanged some words with her..

The only thing Niyati wanted all her life was a good respectful supportive husband who could help her against those bastard whites..

But destiny had its own plans

Her husband was a police officer who served those English men.. he was the one fight against his own people it felt to Niyati like she was against her own husband..

She didn't knew Ram, but she hoped and knew he was a good man and he was doing all of this for a purpose she was never a person to judge anyone so quickly.. and her heart said that her husband was a good person..but her heart still never excepted that he was a traitor to his own people..

She was always used to get scared because of him, his.job was full of danger and never in the earth she wanted him to get himself any kind of trouble her breathing used to stop, and her diaphragm used to Stop expanding thinking if in between some riots, and his duty if something happened to him what she would gonna do..

Niyati still remembered when first time he came home, stumbling covered with blood from head to toe, how she was stiff at her place with tears streaming from her eyes like waterfall, seeing her husband's condition like this..

It was just after a week of their marriage..

Her mehndi clad hands were shaking, as she gasped seeing his condition he didn't said anything just took a bath, limping inside his bedroom changing in different clothes and closed his door .

How Niyati felt her breathing Knocking out seeing him all bruised blood stains on his uniform, fearing of his death, at that night she just sat near the Pooja room, near the shivalinga of her Mahadev.

Praying for the better health of her husband.. how she in the middle of the night sneaked in his room, with wet tears stained cheeks, and applied antiseptic and some turmeric to his wounds.. careful not to wake.him up.

How his aura used to make all the breath knock out of her, just by a glimpse of.him she could easily melt, her bangles clinking together as she tried her best not to make any noise..

Ofcourse being a newly married wife, seeing your husband coming home all bruised heavily any wife would get a heart attack, she wanted to fullfill her dream with Ram, she knew he hated her she knew he needed time to adjust and she did everything in her power to make him accept her.

He used to close the door of his home gym, and lash his anger out, Scream, yell, did everything to calm his raged self.. but the thing that pained Niyati that whatever she does whatever she can do will never gonna make him satisfied with her no matter what ..

She Just wanted some respect some care and happiness from a married martial life, but there was her husband who barely even take a glance at her or even talk to her..

She started to lose hope by each passing day..

She wanted him to talk to her,or atleast even ask if she is okey or not.

All he had to do was that his duty, reading journals and lots of books, writing and than eating nothing else..

She started to feel suffocating in that house.. her head used to spin alone, five rooms, with one living room kitchen the house had started to make her eat her alive..

She wanted to take care of ram, she wanted him to talk to her be the person he can share everything with.. his icy cold stares were reserved for Raima only..

Today wasn't also different..

Niyati somehow got to know by Babai, how her husband had the duty to make peace in the riot against lala lajpat rai getting bailed out she prayed to her Mahadev to keep her husband safe..

It's been 1 and half years of their marriage it's been more than 1 year, since she started to feel all of herself being filled by the feelings of her husband.. but now she needed a hope only one just one Hope to continue she was losing all hopes, she felt like darkness have slowly started to engulf her she had started to accept that he will never gonna love her or give any attention to her. but at this point she needed a ray of hope only one.hope to continue..

Animals can also stop hunting for their prey if they don't find their meal, than what can anyone say to Niyati, she was just a mere human..

The mehendi in her hands had started to fade, that she applied for Her first Teej, she fasted for him but he never showed up at that evening with teary eyes and a lump formed inside her throat she looked at her hands

as well as his name which was written in her hand, ..

Today she anxiously and with full of anxiety and stress, performed all the household work.. she even cleaned two quintal of rice, while waiting and chanting for Ram to come home safely..

The monsoon breeze, made some baby strands of her hair fall on her face.. but due to humidity she was sweating hard, her bangles clinking together as she rolled the chapati in shape, her anklets made a rhythmic noises, as she cleaned the whole house with the broom, wiped all the floor,..

Thinking of changing by the time it was evening due to tension and nervousness all the food which she made for Ram when he didn't came for lunch she put everything and didn't took a bite to herself.. taking a shower she changed into a simple Orange colour cotton saree..

Trying best not to think about something but the thoughts of Ram getting hurt were destroying her braincells.. applying some sindoor in her hairline.. and putting a small bindi between her forehead she took a deep breath..

"Hey Mahadev Ram jahan bhi ho unka dhyaan rakhiyega" she whispered to herself.. as she nervously touched her mangalsutra..

She lit the agarbatti making the whole house smell like heavenly as she did the evening aarti, black clouds had already covered the.whole sky, as strong winds started to blow..

She putted all the clothes inside the house,as the weather looked like it will gonna be rain.

Reading a book trying to focus on any word she was reading but her whole mind was on her husband she was so worried right now, anxiously playing with her mangalsutra, that had been her new habit she slowly whispered in a soft heavenly tone.

"Kaha hai.aap ram?" She whispered to herself.. suddenly the Main door getting opened made her jolt up from her thoughts as she ran towards the main door.. sighing relieved she felt like she got her breath back..

But her knees buckled up, and she felt like her heart stopped working the thing she was scared of, her lips trembled but she was not reacting her eyes were wide.

There was her husband eyes swollen and a bruised mark on his face blood coming out of lips.

His uniform dirty and muddy as he looked like he had engaged in a fight, Niyati felt like she had seen a ghost seeing her husband like this it's been a routine she felt like everything was like this always..

After the first time.since their wedding, he took a glance at her looking at her like he had seen something strange, like he remembered that he have a wife.. whom he has the responsibility to come home safely.. "Yeh aapko kya hua ?" Her voice barely above a whisper full of worry and shock.. he took a shaky breath going near the water pump, and spilled all the water filled inside the bucket over himself..

Taking a deep breath he looked at his wife, taking in her appearance, he is doing this since day 1, clad in a simple saree she looked simple yet heavenly and elegant..

He loved her appearance he fell in with her soul, but he knew his attachments will make his wife suffer too, his promise to his father his duty will not gonna let him love..

But he knew he was slowly loosing strings his veins started to pump blood like a bullet train whenever he saw her, she looked like the daughter of Vishnu himself, her lotus eyes were filled with so much warmth, care and love that Ram just started to feel and forget about all the concerns and care about the world..

Her eyes were so soothing to his soul..

Her voice was like someone had filled his ears with thousands of bottles of honey..

So divine, so soft, so caring.

He didn't know how and why he got such an understanding and.supportive and such a gorgeous woman as his wife..

He forgot all the emotions the day his family died in front of him all he had to think for was just his promise that was what keeping him alive, he dumped all the emotions inside his heart, and just started to live like a dead soul he cared about nothing but his duty.

But than seeing Niyati for the first time, he felt something inside him for the first time .. he felt like he got his breath back he couldn't believe that she was going to get married to him, he stopped feeling and care about emotions but she still never complaint about anything and always had been so supportive

Now seeing her trembling lips and tear stained cheeks glossy eyes, as her body shaked he couldn't help but could hear a noise of his whole heart breaks..

The sleeping pill that the doctor gave him started to show it's effect as he didn't had any control over his mind.. and his feet took him near his wife.

She gave him a worried and painful look, he took a deep breath and leaned towards her causing her eyes to widen and her hand to shake and tremble. But taking the towel from behind her head he took a deep breath his eyes again going emotionless and cold staring at her..

"Ram aap ko kab samajh aayega ki yeh naukri aap ke liye khatarnak hai?" Finally for the first time in more than one years she talked to him.. "mujhe nhi lagta isse tumhe koi matlab hona chahiye?" He said emotionlessly..

And as like always he slammed the door shut on her face,

Wrapping bandages on his hands ready to lash his anger out on the poor punching bag..

But more over angry at himself cause he knew he was hurting her each day everyday every second.. He hated himself for the reason of her tears..

But remembering the thing he had put in his mind he started to do what he always did..

"The less the emotions the more you get concentrated on whatever you want"

But right now he was hurting someone whom he had promised to never leave..

Again he again tried his best, he being the only one who has the courage to fight with those people and he did his best.. he did what he was told but still ..

Why would they choose some brown Indian over their white dogs? Ram was the one who didn't cared about his safety, not any white soldiers of them. He was the one to hurt his own brothers, to hurt his emotions by injuring his own people for those bastards who were ruling on his country..

He was the one who was doing this job to fullfill his baba's promise he was the only one who had the power the courage the ability to be the special officer he did everything he did his best to serve them.. but still they didn't chose him.. he still didn't got the opportunity he was waiting for.

He was tired,

Tired of living like this tired of being a facade tired of considered as a traitor by his own people.. tired of hurting his own wife?. He knew this journey was going to be alot harder than he had imagined but he had seen her..

People used to give him looks, cause he was a police officer who hurted them, who served to their enemies, he being one of them still worked for those whites.. but then he saw his wife .. she was suffering because of him.

Niyati being an activist was trying so hard to make people aware and make them active, but than being a wife of a police man who served them.. she didn't got much help because of him people were not ready to be with her or support her..

Ram and Niyati agreed on some terms and conditions that their paths are separated and they will never gonna intervene in each other's work.. he applied it in a way too serious manner.. that he even used to forget that she is also the one working..

They never talked about or shared any information about each other's work.. hell he never even talked to her this was far more away from both of them..

Sometimes he had heard people calling her names because of him, he could handle all of that being called by different names but it hurted him when she suffered with him too, but for once in a forever she never tried to say something.. and it amazed Ram everytime that how can someone be so good ? So patient? So understanding ? So supportive?..

This fire of independence, the fire of the determination to fullfill his baba's promise encouraged him provoked him to keep going..

And he wasn't going to stop anytime soon..

He knew this journey will gonna be alot harder alot deadly alot fierce..

But there are going to be a lot of emotional damage too.. many relations are going to destroyed completely, little did Ram knew that in upcoming future his and Niyati's relationship would either gonna break and destroy completely or they will gonna be enemies..

Hearing a soft knock on the he took a deep breath, sweat covering his whole body, and the locket of "OM" hanging loosely on his neck.. he wasn't ready to face the scene, as soon as he opened the door..

Niyati was standing there whole holding a plate of food in one hand and in the other hand there was a bowl filled with turmeric that she bring for Ram to apply on his bruises, she never touched him, it was one single time when he was injured badly and asleep apart from that they never even shared a handshake..

Ram eyed her, her eyes were bloodshot, her nose was red and he immediately realised she had been crying.. cause whenever she cried her nose used to become red, and knowing he was the reason behind her tears.. broke him more..

" Jin logo ko aapne maara aur arrest karwaya woh mere hi log the Ram"

Thats It, he could feel the floor shifting from his feet, it felt like he just got a jolt of 220 volts current.. those people and that protest, all of that was organised by his wife, great just great..

"Tumne apna kaam kiya aur meine apna kaam!" He said again trying to shut the door close but she held the door firmly in her hands, there was some kind of fire in her eyes which he had never seen before and it kinda scared him..

" Apne hi desh ke logo ko maarna, Jo sahi ke liye aawaz utha rahe hain unki aawaz ko daba kar jo gunahgar hai unke liye kaam karna yahi toh karte hain aap?" She asked..

Her voice so broken, so painful, so deep that Ram felt all the air getting choke out of his lungs, he felt goosebumps arising on his body, seeing the sudden change in the tone of her voice..

How badly he wanted to straight up yell about all the truth he was hiding inside him, he didn't wanted Niyati to hate him but he knew the behaviour of his will not gonna let that happen.. and sooner or later she will gonna leave him, his promise will not gonna let him leave peacefully..

"Tum yaha kyu aayi ho?" He asked blankly, clenching his jaw, trying to look unaffected by her words but she and he both knew that her words were piercing his heart..

" Aaj ka ke zamane mein log ek aurat ke peeche khade hone se jyada marna pasand karte hain aur toh aur un Britishers ko hatane ke liye kitni mehnat se meine itne saare logon ko ek saath laya tha lekin aapne ek pal mein sab kuch khatam kar diya Ram"

She sobbed taking a shaky breath not averting her gaze from him.. he knew how much she was struggling she was doing so much hardwork to fullfill her task.. and he was indirectly helping her too, their aim and their destination was same but their way of achieving it was different..

And Niyati so desperately wanted her husband to change his way of achieving their shared goal, and the cherry on top, Niyati had no idea that her husband was also doing all of that to fullfill his promise like her he had also promised to someone..

She wiped her eyes from the pallu of her saree, shaking her head, and went near him but he was just staring at her alot of emotions were dancing in his eyes and Niyati was unable to pick out any one of them..

"Unme se jinko aapne maara na ? Kuch ke bete the, kuch ke baap aur kuch ke Pati" She said putting the plate of food on the chair beside him .. " Tum yaha se chali jao" he said taking a deep breath staring at her glossy eyes..

"Bilkul yahi toh aap chahte hai mein aap ki zindagi se chali jaun waada karti hu jaldi hi chali jaungi" she whispered barely audible her bangles clinking together as she wiped her cheeks sobbing heavily, and ran outside of the.room breaking down completely her anklets making noises in that process as she got out closing the door..

But Ram just sat there with a storm building up inside his heart.. how many more.will gonna suffer because of this promise how much more he will gonna face?... Just because of these things how much more his martial life will gonna get affected?..

He just stared at the direction where Niyati was standing..

The answer is yet to be known..

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[synashburn]

SHE'S A PYROMANIAC, MANIAC—

Name: Syndra Ashburn Occupation: Burn Coordinator Age: 44 Sexuality: Lesbian Species: Witch Coven: Circle of the Phial Hometown: Cologne, Germany Relationship Status: Single Personality Traits: Jealous, immature, daring, observant, dutiful, confident, adaptable & surprising

Gretchen doesn't know her family. Not her biological family, at least. Her biological parents ditched her as soon as she was born, at least - that was the story the orphanage had given her. Syndra doesn't know the real story, she doesn't care about finding them either; if they didn't want her, she didn't want them. As a young thing, she moved around from foster family to foster family. Most of them she doesn't remember, or rather aren't worth remembering, not until she found a steady home. Born in Germany, she changed last names all the time. Schneider, Becker, Hoffmann. In the mix of changing foster parents all the damn time, Gretchen had no steady childhood. She was cruel, stole from stores, was behind in school, fought other kids her age or older just for fun. In other words, she became a young rebel. Hung out with the wrong people on the streets, all blurry memories now.

A loving family that took her in when she was twelve. They showed her the ropes of life, rewired her brain into being a good girl. For however short that lasted. She had a foster mother, a foster father and a foster sister, a real sweetheart. Wouldn't harm a fly. Over months, they decided to adopt her for real. She would be a Richter now. Gretchen Richter. She and her sister Anne got close, real close. Obsessive wise, almost. For a while, Gretchen came to know what love meant. This fairytale went on for a couple of years. She was fifteen when she experienced with fire for the first time, her first real obsession.

Happiness wasn't meant to last. The walls were thin and Gretchen could hear her foster parents argue in the kitchen. She and Anne both did. Anne tried to comfort her in the best way she could; by touching Gretchen when she clearly wasn't in a state to be touched. Gretchen lashed out with a paring knife she kept for craft projects, slicing her sister's neck. In the episode she was having, she attacked her foster parents too, leaving them wounded inside the burning house she had set aflame. No one had seen the murder scene happen. The fire had been ruled as an accident, caused by an electronic failure in the house. Gretchen got put back into the foster system. She went back to shitty families, having fire as her only comfort.

Restless fingers found out again what it was like to pickpocket, to steal from thrift stores, to play with the lighter she'd kept in her pocket at all times. The library was her place to go after school, she picked up an interest in reading. And then experimenting in her room with the door locked, with stolen vials, herbs and spices she got her hands on. Mesmerized by her own creations, she went towards the woods, for days to come, instead of school. She skipped many classes to only grow further into her obsession of creating potions and see what she could do - see how far she could go. It started small, fires set aflame in barrels in the woods, change their colors, see how long her potions would last. When her knowledge, skills and power grew, she didn't just stop at that. She started forest fires, and when that wasn't enough, her interest expanded towards empty buildings. It wasn't enough, it was never enough, her curiosity of knowledge was not satisfied, not as a sixteen year old teenager. Her life only consisted of fire, everywhere she went, the flames licked at her feet. She couldn't stop, like a craving left unsatisfied, she needed to torch the place she hated most; the orphanage she was sent back and forth to most of her life. The building smoked in the deep of the night, too many colors flamed through the roof, affected by the potion she had mastered, each living soul in the building had its own color of flames licking at their body; a masterpiece of a show, truly one of her best works at the time. Flames that lost their colors and turned back orange by the time help had come, and Gretchen had long run back home.

At 18 she left the country, changed her name to Syndra Ashburn and left the foster life behind. Syndra explored her magical ability further on her own, getting more powerful each and every year. She landed a job as a burn coordinator, which was perfect for Syndra to stay on the move, play with fire and test how much she could do surrounded by nature. She'd left her past life behind, in trade for a great new one, where she was alone. Well, not entirely. Syndra's memory is clouded. She has no memory of the wreckage she caused, of killing her own sister, setting the house aflame of her beloved foster family. But that didn't come without any consequences; for Syndra is forever accompanied by a hallucination of her own young sister. For no one else to see, but for Syndra a consequence, a reminder, a curse or blessing. A convenience when she is alone, having no one around to obsess about. When she has no one to obsess about, she sets things or beings aflame, quenching her thirst.

Five years ago she moved to Port Leiry and joined the Circle of the Phial coven, settling down for the first time in her life, Syndra is rather excited to fuck around and find out in any way she can.

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DEER IN THE HEADLIGHTS; her newest obsession. Someone who contains a lot of power and is willing to do anything for Syndra. Or not at all, all the more fun for Syndra...

SISTER, OH SISTER; Syndra has never met her biological family before, and never felt the urge to try and find them. But surely her power must come from strong familial ties, and mayhaps her sister is willing to look for her... Name and country are UTP of course

BURN BABY BURN; a victim whose family, friends or any other relations have been turned to ashes and either does or doesn't know, yet is in Syndra's life for the better or worse...

[scotianostra]

On June 12th 1625, King Charles I married the French princess Henrietta Maria.

Okay, mebbes aye, mebbes naw, in other words this is another of those posts that the dates are all over the place,, not the only post today, if you looked at my previous post about William Wallace.

Okay Charles wasn’t meant to be king and only became heir when his brother Henry died in 1612. Charles had many admirable personal qualities, but he was painfully shy and insecure. He also lacked the charisma and vision essential for leadership. His stubborn refusal to compromise over power-sharing finally ignited civil war.

His choice of bride was one of those decisions that didn’t help with his popularity, she was labelled ‘popish brat of France’ and worshippers emerging from Mass in her private chapel were attacked ‘furiously with stones and weapons'. During the Civil War, there were rumours that she ruled, and overruled, her husband. She was, according to one source, ‘the true controller of the breeches’, in other words, she wore the trousers.

Charles had originally met the French princess Henrietta Maria when he visited the French court on his journey to Spain. Marriage to her would build a strong alliance with her brother King Louis XIII of France, provide access to his powerful army, and bring a generous dowry settlement. But Henrietta Maria was also a Catholic, and for that reason the marriage was unpopular in Protestant England.

The proxy wedding took place at Notre Dame Cathedral. Henrietta Maria was accompanied by her brother, Louis XIII, and followed by their mother, the formidable Marie de’ Medici, she of the same family who made Mary Queen of Scots unwelcome and pushed her out of France, knowing that it would cause problems for Elizabeth of England, as she had a strong case to be Queen of England as well.

Any way back to the subject at hand.

Despite her marriage to King Charles I, Henrietta Maria would never be crowned queen. She remained a devout Catholic all her life, and the coronation service was a Protestant one. Instead, she watched her husband be crowned from a distance. It was another mark against the young queen, who remained unpopular for all of Charles’s reign.

There’s no doubt it was a loving marriage, when she bid him farewell at Dover in 1642, the marriage Charles was seen ‘conversing with her in sweet discourse and affectionate embraces’. Neither of them was able to ‘restrain their tears’.

As her ship sailed away, Charles rode along the shore waving his hat, until the mast disappeared from view.

Nor is there any question about Henrietta Maria’s courage. The following year, she landed back in England on the Yorkshire coast. Her party came under fire from Parliamentarian soldiers.

‘The balls were whistling upon me,’ she wrote to Charles, ‘and you may easily believe I loved not such music.’ One man was killed, ‘torn and mangled with great shot’ only 20 paces from her.”

Charles himself did not lack courage, but his was that old Divine Right of Kings . He was convinced of the rightness of his cause. ‘God will not suffer rebels to prosper,’ he told his followers during the Civil War.

Historians are split about Henrietta’s role in the Civil war, some say it was limited, others that she was a strong-willed woman who dominated her weaker-willed husband. The 20th century historian wrote that “ she sought her advice on every subject, except religion"

Let’s not feel sorry for the Stuarts plight, the Scottish doctor, Andrew Leighton was flogged, branded and mutilated by having his ears cropped, for criticising Henrietta, before being imprisoned for life, but was freed and compensated under Cromwell’s rule.

Henrietta fled again in 1644, to France, where she begged Charles to accept a Presbyterian government in England as a means of mobilising Scottish support for the re-invasion of England, but he was a stubborn bastard and dismissed the idea.

The English killed King Charles in 1649 and his death left Henrietta Maria almost destitute and in shock. She founded a convent in France and stayed there until around 1560, by 1665 she was suffering from a serious Bronchitis infection, which she blamed on the weather in London, she moved back to France, where she died four years later.

Henrietta Marie was buried at Saint Denis Basilique near Paris beside her father, King Henri IV of France.

Probably the biggest legacy of Henrietta’s life is the state of Maryland in the USA was named in her honour.

[altairtalisman]

Gracie's Bio

"You broke my brother's heart, and you expect me to not slap you?! Why, I ought to slap you twice for that cheek!"

More details on Gracie is under the cut

Name: Grace "Gracie" Duxbury

Age: 29

Height: 179 cm

Birthday: 29 Primna 1677 (Alfabr)

Orientation: Transgender Heterosexual Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Species: Human

Country of Birth: Relnivon

Likes: Her family, Ríonach (as a non-blood related sister), volunteering at orphanages, timepieces, seafood (especially salmon)

Dislikes: Fast fashion, sour food, Jackson, not following through with promises

Hobbies: Horse riding, collecting stamps, making pocket watches

Personality: Kind and does what she thinks is right, she's basically the ideal princess... save for the fact that she's not immune to gossip and is considered nosy by those who value their privacy

Style: Long and loose fitting clothing to hide frame, always has pocket watch attacked the skirt loop and wears riding boots

Status: Dead (DOD: 19 Itis 1706)

Abilities: NA

Background: Born into riches, Grace was brought up with constant reminders that everyone wanted to take advantage of her wealth, with her family being no exception. Even so, she managed to remain close to her twin brother and shared everything with each other, with Thomas being the first person she came out to about identifying as a female

When she turned 18, her family moved to West Balwirk and opened multiple gun manufacturing factories in order to secretly aid the human Balwirkians against the Unois Empire with the help of the Thirteenth Dullahan. As part of their duties as Duxburys, the twins had to socialise with the upper class while at the same time convincing them against the Unois Empire. Three months since their move to West Balwirk, she encountered Barry, a man who had the air of a noble and the mystery of a forgotten era, at a social ball. They immediately got along and though Grace knew better than to trust a man she had just met, she couldn't help but tell him almost everything. Fortunately for her, she was able to control herself and not mention that her family was secretly aiding the rebels

Barry then spent a year courting her, with Grace learning silvers of his life. During their tenth date, he let it slip that he didn't trust albinos. Surprised by his beliefs, Grace decided to confront him about it and Barry explained that the royal family's advisor was an albino dullahan who was actually the royal family's puppeteer. Upon hearing this, Grace became suspicious about his background and decided to secretly find out who he actually was. She then spent eight months doing so, turning up nothing about him nor the albino dullahan he mentioned. Grace then asked her brother if she should reach out to Finbar about it, with Thomas agreeing with her but also warning her to be careful when she asked

Grace then sought the Thirteenth Dullahan out and asked about the albino dullahan, with nim replying that the only albino dullahan that ne knew of was Cain. However, ne also admitted that no one had heard from him nor had any news about him and as such, ne assumed that Cain had either passed without anyone knowing or he was living a quiet life somewhere not in the Unois Empire. Not knowing what to do with the new information, she decided to confront Barry about Cain and armed herself in case he decided to attack her

She didn't expect him to be horrified that she knew about Cain's name, and promptly begged her to walk away from whatever she was planning to do as he firmly believed that Cain was dangerous. Grace, fed up with all the secrets, demanded Barry to reveal who he really was. He then reluctantly admitted that he was actually Bartholomew Ainsworth and was disowned for expressing that his family's rule was tyrannical. He also explained that as the former heir to the throne, he was still wealthy even after he was cut off but he also had a job as a dockworker. He then admitted that he had heard whispers that the Duxburys were helping the rebels and had initially gotten close to Grace so that he could dissuade her otherwise, and even then he was hoping that the rumours were untrue as he was worried for Grace

Grace confirmed that the rumours were true and her family won't stop supporting the rebels. She then asked Barry to support them as he was also opposed to his family's rule, something which he was reluctant to do so as he knew how cruel his family was, and that Cain's cruelty was bound to be much worse than his family's. Grace, not wanting to risk Barry leaking her family's involvement with the rebels, informed him that their relationship would end the moment Barry decided that he would not support the Duxburys actively and that she would spare no effort to make his life miserable. Barry, who was sincerely in love with Grace, decided to side with her but made it known that he would only do so monetarily which Grace was fine with. Grace then wanted to inform Finbar about Cain, but Barry convinced her not to as he didn't know what would happen to the Thirteenth Dullahan as well as the rebels if Cain had gotten wind of nim

On 29 Durna 1700, they were officially married and Barry took on the Duxbury surname to further hide his identity. He then quietly supported the rebels by supplying money to them through anonymous donations and occasionally supplied money to his in-laws' gun manufacturing businesses. However, things started to take a turn for the worse when Jackson stole one of the two meteorite necklaces in the Duxburys possession shortly after Grace's 24th birthday. Not only that, Finbar and the Murphys were killed on 15 Tierna that same year which made Barry afraid that Cain had finally discovered the rebel movement in West Balwirk

Even so, Thomas decided to get the Duxburys back on track by learning how to make jewellery, quickly discovering that he had a talent in doing so. With the help of his father's business acumen, his mother's remaining connections with the upper class, Grace's profession as a clockmaker, and Barry's wealth, the Duxburys were able to come back from the brink and live in modest comfort. During this time, Grace started volunteering at Balwirk's only orphanage as she felt that Finbar's death would lead to more rebel children being orphaned. This allowed her to work closely with Ríonach, who was usually left alone to handle the orphanage

In Primna 1703, Grace had a chance encounter with Jackson, who was on his way back from a social event. She decided to confront him over breaking Thomas' heart and also ruining her family, something that he shrugged off and said to not take it personally. She continued and demanded for him to give back the meteorite necklace, with Jackson initially refusing as he wasn't going to give something to Grace without a price, especially something that the Duxbury valued immensely. Furious, she attempted to hit him but failed to do so as Jackson proved to be more agile. He then quoted a price to Grace, something which she knew would cost the Duxburys deeply even with her husband's finances. Jackson then explained that the high price was assurance that he would treat it as if the Duxburys didn't exist to him as well as keep her gender identity a secret, which thoroughly disgusted her as she never once thought that Thomas loved someone who was that morally bankrupt. Jackson insisted for her to not take it personally and that he was actually quite fond of Thomas, with Grace not believing him the slightest

Grace then agreed to pay him in exchange for the necklace, cutting off all ties with the Duxburys which included not using their family name for his loans, and keeping her gender identity a secret from everyone else. After agreeing upon a fixed date, time and location, they parted ways and Grace immediately went to Barry and asked to borrow 65 percent of the amount she needed to pay Jackson with. Barry agreed, though expressed worry that she was getting caught up in dangerous affairs once more which she waved off. On 26 Primna 1703, she bought the necklace back from Jackson and ensured that he agreed to the rest of the deal by getting him to sign a formal document

Necklace obtained, she had planned on revealing that she had gotten it back to her family on her birthday and promptly went to the orphanage to help Ríonach. There, she saw the girl busying herself much more than usual, which Grace realised that something was truly bothering Ríonach. Grace then asked her what she would like to do, planning to do something related to that in order to cheer the girl up. She was devastated upon hearing Ríonach reply that all she wanted was her parents and it didn't matter what she liked, and didn't know how to console her as she had failed to convince the Thirteenth Dullahan about Cain which led to her parents' deaths. Knowing that she would get scolded by her parents the moment they learnt about her using the family's hard-earnt money to buy something that they would never know nor receive, she decided to gift the necklace to Ríonach and insisted that she kept it for it was not only her family's heirloom but also a good luck charm for them, and she wanted good luck to follow the girl

When Grace went home, she was indeed confronted by her parents about the finances. Thomas intervened by saying that he used it to secretly fund the rebels, which took the blame off her. Privately, he asked her about the finances to which she replied that she bought the family peace and hoped that they would adhere to the agreement. Thomas expressed that he would prefer to be in the loop to her decisions so that he could cover for her better in the future, something which Grace promised under the belief that Jackson would uphold his end of the deal

On 1 Itis 1706, Barry left the Duxbury Manor for a business meeting, not knowing that Cain had sent assassins to kill him. Grace thought nothing of it even when he hadn't been back in three weeks as she knew that travel takes a while in the empire and it could easily take Barry weeks to settle his meetings if the other parties had strong opinions about the business plans, which was what Thomas was experiencing then in Nantrax. On 19 Itis that same year, a group comprising of five humans showed up at her doorstep and claimed to be from the RPS. When she asked why were they not in uniform and why there were so many of them, they explained that they were actually off-duty and on their way out for lunch but were informed that they had to deliver a few packages at the last minute, with the Duxburys being their final recipient

Grace's parents then invited them inside for some refreshments after overhearing the explanation they gave to Grace, something which immediately set alarm bells off in her head as she suspected that something was off with the explanation but couldn't pin point what nor why. While the group was invited into the dining room, Grace decided to remain near the door to open the package. She was horrified to see Barry chopped up into parts when she opened the package, and instantly deduced that the group wasn't who they claimed to be which was confirmed by screaming coming from the dining room. Grace then tried to escape the manor but was blocked by a sixth human who claimed that they needed to pay up in Jackson's stead, which prompted her to retreat back into the manor and witness her father dead in the living room and a trail of blood up the staircase

Wanting to check in on her mother, she went up the stairs only to be confronted with two of the loansharks repeatedly stabbing her mother's limp body. With four loansharks running up the stairs and two charging downwards, she got up on the banister and swung herself in a circle so that she was out of the way when the loansharks collided with each other. Upon landing back on the stairs, she quickly rushed to her room but was fatally shot by one of them. Even so, she managed to drag herself to her bedroom and hoped that the loansharks assumed that she was dead. She was relieved when she heard the entrance door slam shut minutes later, but knew that death was about to claim her as she saw Trigis watching her with concern from the furthest corner in her bedroom

She then proceeded to ask Trigis if her brother would return soon, not expecting a reply. She was surprised when it replied that her brother was outside the manor, and Grace begged her to give her some time with her brother before she followed Trigis with wherever it would bring her, with it replying that it wasn't up to it to decide that but her soul's connection would surely last long enough for a few words with Thomas. Thomas then barged into the bedroom, tears in his eyes as he cradled Grace's body in his arms. Grace then informed Thomas that due to their previous friendship with Jackson, they had made numerous enemies and they had targets on their backs. She decided to omit that Jackson had went back on his deal with her, not wanting Thomas to hate Jackson even more than he already was

With her dying breath, she told him to help out at Balwirk's sole orphanage whenever he could, with her brother's promises fading away as Trigis approached her with its lantern swaying gently along...

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Hear me out, a list of my tbosas headcanons because I wanna share even if im the only person stämning the characters lol. A mix of hc based on movie and books

- Bobbin and Tanner had a double reason to hate the Capitol. Bobbin lost his hand and Tanner lost his eye during the Dark Days, with the help of Capitol's weapons. The same explosion of Capitol's bomb that injured Bobbin killed his parents.

- Lil and Spruce were twins, born December 28th. Lil was born first and she was the more stubborn and outgoing of them. She could talk for hours uninterrupted unlike her rather withdrawn brother. Both loved animals. If there were memes in Panem, Spruce loved them. When they were teenagers, they both had a crush on the same guy which ended in a few fights lol (this guy later supported the capitol during the rebellion so the crush disappeared). Lil cared about her health and constantly scolded Spruce for smoking, but he never gave up, just kept rolling his eyes.

- Lil and Arlo were supposed to get married like four months after his execution, on her birthday

- Lil and Arlo met during the Dark Days. She helped take care of the wounded rebels when one of them, hallucinating, started attacking nurses with his pocket knife, mistaking them for Capitol soldiers. Spruce was around and went to stop the man from harming Lil and got stabbed, hence the scar. As he was being transported for a surgery room Lil stumbled upon injured Arlo and it was ✨love at the first sight✨. As soon as she made sure her brother was fine she left him on his own because she's gonna have him forever but if she doesn't talk to Arlo now, then never

- it was Billy Taupe who was behind the mine attacks, not Arlo. Billy Taupe had beef with mine bosses, as he came to work drunk and got punished for it. He used Mayfair to get a scapegoat. The reason Arlo was chosen is that he was responsible for the death of Mayor Lipp's second daughter, whom he accidentally shot during the rebellion while aiming for someone else. Since then the mayor has been trying to get rid of him, but not openly, he didn't want to seem petty. So a perfect occasion arose. The reason why Arlo did not protest during his hanging is that he was basically threatened into it. They used Lil to force him into submission, threatening with harming her if he dared do something. Spruce gave her the nickname of BACKSLILDER

- the reason why Lil was so scared during her execution was not only because she loved life and she didn't want to die. she WAS AFRAID TO DIE. During her times as a nurse she saw so much suffering before people passed away, in all manners but peaceful, that she developed a frantic fear of death.