#their twin sons and grandchildren refused to comment'

[conradrasputin]

[sleepingdeath-light]

May I ask Hollyberry x husband!male!reader? Like male reader is the husband of the Ancient Hero Hollyberry, he heard the terrible news about his wife was defeated by Dark Enchantress Cookie during the Dark Flour War and also he is miserable during the Princess Contest because he doesn’t want to replace his granddaughter with another princess. But then in ep 12, he sees a familiar cookie that enter the palace and finally recognize his wife.

Reuniting Headcanons | Hollyberry Cookie

thank you for requesting!

reader is assumed as male

the last time you saw your wife felt like just yesterday and decades ago at the same time — shortly after your grandchildren were born

grandchildren that were now young adults… well, at least one of your granddaughters was with her twin having gone missing decades prior when they were infants

a granddaughter that took after your wife so strongly that it almost felt like she’d never left — until she too took on a love for adventure and decided to explore the world beyond your kingdom with her dear knight by her side

a granddaughter that your daughter in law was actively trying to replace through some ridiculous competition that your son refused to stop — and you absolutely hated it

you may have slightly understood if your son and his wife were growing ill or your dear princess had abdicated or (heaven forbid) passed away — but the girl was very much so alive and well and back home!

there was no need for all of this farce when she was back for good; and you’d made those thoughts perfectly clear to anyone in earshot (much to the chagrin of the competitors and your remaining family)

but with your wishes vetoed all you could hope to do was watch on from the sidelines, proud, as that young woman who bore your wife’s confidence and resilience smashed the competition with her trademark grace

truly there was no one more worthy of taking on the responsibilities of your kingdom

but, of course, that victory is short lived when your dear wife’s pseudo-rival shows up and (quite literally) crashes the party

and in the aftermath of that brief battle you are left face-to-face with the love of your life for the first time in what felt like forever

she hasn’t aged a day; still as beautiful since the day you lost her — and you tell her as much

and in all of her wonderful bravado she pulls you into a hug and kisses you in a way only she can — greeting you and apologising for leaving you for so long

she winks and cheekily comments on how she knew the kingdom was left in her husband’s more than capable hands — hence why she was comfortable staying away — and she couldn’t have thought of anyone better to protect your people and your family

and, for those minutes spent in her arms, everything in the world is right again and you feel completely and utterly at home — in love and crushed with how much you missed her and how grateful you were to have her back

the only thing that could make this moment better, you’d comment quietly between you, is if our dear granddaughter found her way home

and, of course, your beloved wife would mournfully agree

[tcuptearex]

George RR Martin loves this kind of poetic irony and the Lannisters are often on the receiving end of it. All Tywin wanted to as to have this grand family legacy no one would dare mock or laugh at that would stand the rest of time. But he was a blight to his family and on all of Westeros.

He was literally thwarted at every turn.

His wife died, aka the only human being he ever seemed to actually like and we don’t even know what that relationship was like

He got Tyrion out of the deal who on top of giving Joanna the hard birth that killed her, came out a dwarf and a shame to Tywin. Tyrion drinks and uses sex workers frequently and openly. And who he’d never accept leaving the legacy of casterly rock to.

Cersei and Jaime who thwart his legacy for power at every turn. Jaime who refuses to be his heir and impregnates his queenly sister. Cersei who despite being queen, sacrificed her security and safety for revenge on Robert and bodily autonomy (even if she goes about it in an icky way) by not only not having ANY of the kings children out of an affair of adultery but with her twin brother. lol. No one does petty ass revenge like Cersei, honestly.

Not only are tywins grandchildren not royalty but do not gain Tywin the right to anything other than what he already had which is like the main reason people married they’re daughters off. To marry them to get shit you wanted and because your grandkids would one day own it lol.

He did this by marrying Sansa ( while not his daughter, but a vulnerable hostage his family had control over) to Tyrion so one day his family would own winterfell. And since Sansa has relations in the vale and riverlands he may have one day tried to use her to get those too. And then Tyrion doesn’t consummate the marriage and Sansa escapes out from under their noses.

Then he’s almost rid of the son he hates and his shame in a legal way no one would have questioned. And then said hated son kills him while he’s on a toilet with a crossbow with his hated son’s kind-of-girlfriend dead in his bed. Like what an undignified and humiliating way to die.

And on top of it, his corpse smells especially bad and people keep commenting on it at his funeral. And if George is trying to say “ yeah, he stinks. He sucks. He stunk up the whole country with his pride and his bullshit”

When I was reading it felt like the Lannisters were winning most of the time but narratively they were the best joke of the series. They’re my faves for so many reasons I can’t even describe was a disaster they truly are.

forever fascinated by the way tywin absolutely DESTROYED his own house all by himself. Forever fascinated with how he abused his children for years, transforming the pride of his house into the very tools of its destruction. It's not even just Tyrion that he obviously traumatized for life, he created monsters out of all of them,Jaime and Cersei included. Jaime is supposed to inherit but he has nothing of a lord. Cersei is most like Tywin but she is a woman and he has discarded her her whole life for it. He seems to hate her for being like him but born a woman. It's no wonder George makes Jaime a knight of the King's guard ; nobody could possibly come after Tywin's reign of terror. No one has the same cruelty and even though, he's traumatized his children, his HEIRS into holding onto him. He made himself into the house Lannister, nothing comes after him. He rebuild the house while planting the roots of its destruction at the same time.

[akimagies]

late night phone calls: Matt Simmons

Matt Simmons x female!Reader (Rossi’s daughter)

WORD COUNT: 2,136

WARNINGS: tw: mentions of Scratch

SUMMERY: Based off of 13x01, and how I see the events of it happening between Matt Simmons, and his fiancé Y/N Rossi that night

A/N: so just a little heads up: yes, this character’s father is the david rossi AND the communications liaison for the team. no, i do not have her mother being married or even divorced to david. she (and her twin brother) are byproducts of a one night stand between their parents, and the two had shared custody of them. ((i am thinking of making this a series, so if you like this please comment or message me saying i should continue this))

Late night phone calls during the night were never the best to happen, especially because it wasn’t from either of the two people sleeping in the bed together. Y/N Rossi had recently just started her maternity leave, and the short hours of sleep had just started since there was a newborn baby in the home. It seemed like the little baby girl in the house could wake up to a pin dropping on the floor. It also didn’t help that their three-year-old son liked to wake them up early in the morning as well. So, when Matt and Y/N heard one of their phone’s ringing, the two immediately shot up from their positions on their bed, and leaned over to the nightstand to see which one of them was getting the call. When Y/N looked at her screen though, it showed nothing but some Facebook and Instagram notifications.

“Simmons here.” Was what Y/N heard from the other side of the bed. She was thankful that it wasn’t her own phone call. With the baby still trying to get a sleeping schedule, the poor woman was exhausted.

“Hey-hey! Penelope calm down, repeat what you said but slower.” Matt repeated as all he heard on the other line was just gibberish. Penelope finally calmed down on the other side of the line what was going on. Scratch was back and six team members, including his future father-in-law, signals were all offline. Matt was the one member that wasn’t on the BAU to know about all the current information on Scratch. They choose him since he would be someone that wouldn’t be with the team incase Scratch attacked, and Penelope would be able to call to help with the case and actually know what was happening. “Alright, I’ll be at the office as fast as I can.” Matt said as he swung his legs over his side of the bed and started to head for the closet to put some actual cloth on, instead of the boxers he was wearing.

With the lights and the movement that happening, Y/N sat up from the bed and looked over at her fiancé. “What’s going on? Why are you getting dressed?” She asked as she sat up in bed, turning her lamp on as she looked over at Matt getting dressed.

“Garcia called me; she needs me to come in to help her.” Matt told her as he looked over at her as he threw one of his shirts on before grabbing a button up to put on over the shirt.

“Well, I guess that means I should get up and start getting dressed too. Pen’s probably going to be ringing me soon. I could call my mom up and just drop off Alexander and Lacie with her.” She said rubbing her eyes as she slowly started to sit up, but Matt hurried over to her and pushed her shoulder’s back down towards the bed.

“Nope, Penelope strictly said that you were not to be called onto the case Y/N. You just had a baby. You need some sleep, and since the IRT disbanded, I’ve been dying for a case.” Matt said as he leaned down to place a kiss on top of her forehead. “I will be back as soon as I can, alright?”

“Alright.” Y/N said smiling as she looked up at Matt and smiled up at him. “I love you, and be careful, please.” She said as she squeezed his hand tightly.

“I always am, aren’t I?” he asked her smiling before placing a quick kiss onto her lips before he walked out of the bedroom door and hurried down the steps, knowing that the team really need his help. He was glad that he didn’t tell Y/N, knowing if he did, it would have worried her even more then she was already.

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It didn’t take long for Y/N to fall back asleep, except this time, it was her phone that woke her up. “Hello?” She asked as she answered the phone.

“Is this Miss Rossi?” the female voice on the other side of the line asked.

“Yes, this is she, can I ask who this is?” Y/N asked a she soon stood up from the bed and started to walk over to the closet.

“This is Nurse Hugh’s over at D.C General Hospital. Your father, David Rossi, was brought in tonight with the rest of his team. Since you are his emergency contact, we decided to notify you. He is though refusing medical treatment for right now, so we would really appreciate it if you could come down at this hour and speak some sense into him.” The nurse asked her over the phone.

Of-course her father was refusing treatment, it didn’t shock her at all. “Yes, I will be down as soon as I can.” She said to the woman over the phone, before hanging up and hurrying to throw on some cloths that looked appropriate, all before hurrying and throwing a diaper bag together for little Lacie, and pack some snacks and things to entertain Alexander. She knew that she would have to bring her son and the little baby with her now, to try and convince her father to actually get medical treatment.

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It only took a short time to drive to the hospital, and soon enough, she was walking in with Alexander holding her right hand and walking, while she had Lacie in her stroller. “What the hell are you doing here? Your supposed to be on maternity leave, not working a case?” Luke asked once he saw the woman walking in with her baby to the hospital where all the team members. He soon grabbed the stroller out of her hands and started to walk with her while pushing the stroller.

“I’m not coming to work the case Luke, I’m my dad’s emergency contact. So, they called me to say he was denying medical treatment.” She said before following Luke to the room where her father was staying in. Once inside, she saw her father laying on the hospital bed, with a bandage taped around the hair line on his forehead. “Now, why the hell are you denying medical treatment?” Y/N asked her father as she watched Luke place the baby stroller off to the side for her.

“I said, I would accept medical treatment once Luke and Spence went to my office and opened my desk to grab those Cubs season tickets that I’ve been promising him.” Rossi said, giving his daughter a pointed look, as to stay just go with it.

“Alright, well can you two head off then? I would really appreciate it if my father was actually checked out by the doctors.” She told the two men standing in front of her before watching them walk out of the room.

“Grandpa, up.” Alexander said as he put up his arms while standing on the side of his bed. The two were very close, maybe it was the fact that her father insisted on Sunday dinners with the family now.

Y/N walked over to the side of the bed and put her hands under Alexander’s arms and picked him up to sit on the edge of the bed, as she pushed some of the strands of hair out of his face. “You didn’t call your brother or mother about this all did you?” Rossi asked his daughter, hoping that she wouldn’t have called either.

“Mom, no. She would have been glad that you were in here and said you deserved it. It may have been decades since everything, but mom keeps grudges. Nicholas on the other hand I did call.?” She said as she soon saw her father about to start lecturing her on calling her twin brother this late at night. “I called him just to let him know what’s going on, besides he’s not even asleep yet. He’s off in California working on a case.” She told her father. It wasn’t a surprise that THE David Rossi, who started the BAU, would have twins that would both be working as Special Agents. While Y/N now worked for the BAU with her father, she at first worked before with the IRT, where she met her fiancé. While, her twin brother Nicholas worked for NCIS.

“Well, I’m glad. I only one worry child for tonight.” Rossi told his daughter smiling. Soon enough, the doctors were allowed to come in and check Rossi for the injuries he might have sustained in the car accident.

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It only took a few hours, but the team had been able to catch Scratch before he could do any more harm to anyone. It might have been wrong to say, but Matt felt amazing right now. He had been missing the thrill of being out there in the field, working on taking down an unsub. Yet, all he wanted to do now after taking down Scratch, was take his family home. Which is why he was standing in the open door, looking into Rossi’s hospital room to see Y/N and Alexander both curled up on the tiny couch with one another, while Lacie was asleep in her stroller. “I told her that she needed her rest.” Matt said sighing as he walked into the room.

“And you really thought she would listen? I raised her; I know she has selective hearing.” Rossi told Matt smiling as he chuckled shaking his head. “Take them home, you all need your rest. Their keeping me over night just to make sure nothing is wrong with me. Then you all can come be my ride home since my car isn’t here.” Rossi told Matt smiling.

“I’ll just leave Y/N’s keys here for you, then you can just drive home and we’ll all come over later in the day for dinner.” Matt said smiling before walking over to where Y/N was sleeping, and shaking her shoulder gently. “Hey, time to go home and get some sleep there.” Matt spoke quietly, trying not to wake up Alex in her arms.

Y/N nodded her head before sitting up from the bed slowly before getting up and passing over slowly before looking over at her father. “Are you sure you are okay for us to leave you for the night?” She asked her father as she soon started to wheel Lacie around the room.

“Yes, I am perfectly fine. You two get some sleep, and make sure my grandchildren are up and ready to eat some of grandpa Rossi’s food tomorrow.” Rossi told his daughter smiling.

“Well Alexander is the only one that can eat your food, as for Lacie, I can’t promise she’s going to be up. She likes to take multiple naps throughout the day.” Y/N said smiling as she walked over to her dad and kiss his forehead. “Love ya dad.” She said smiling.

“Love you too sunshine.” Rossi said smiling as he watched the couple soon walk out of the room.

“Alright, let’s go home and get these kids to bed.” Matt said smiling as the two of them soon walked out to his black SUV that was parked near the front of the hospital.

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It seemed as if sleep was just not for the two parents tonight once they got back home. Alex had woken up right when the car stopped, so Matt had gone to go read the young boy a book. While that was happening, Lacie had decided to wake up as well, though she was waking up because she was hungry. So, Y/N had heated up a bottle for the little girl. By the time that the two children had back fallen asleep, it was near 3 in the morning.

The two parents soon laid back down in their bed after the event full night. Y/N placed her head on Matt’s chest and soon asked, “We can do this right?”

“Do what?”

“Be two working FBI agents, while also being parents of two kids?”

“Of-course we can.”

“A-are you sure?”

Matt soon moved up a little to look down at her. “Of-course we can, we are two badass parents that can handle everything that’s thrown at us.” He told her smiling.

Y/N soon let out a yawn. “Your right we are two badass parents.” She said smiling

“And now these two badass parents need their sleep.”

“Oh, you are correct about that. I love you.” She said as she let her eyes flutter shut.

“I love you too.” Matt whispered to her before pressing a kiss into her hair, and letting his eyes shut as well.

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Can u do a dad Tom holland x mom black reader where they have a 2 year old son ( Elijah ) and a 1 month old daughter (Ellie ) and his fans are being mean because your baby girl is darker than her big brother and Tom tells them to stop on a livestream but they don’t and he takes a break because he more frustrated than reader is . And the next day y/n go to Toms parents house and y’all talk about it and y/n sobs ending in fluff

YOU WONT BELIEVE THE SWEAT I HAVE DRIPPED FOR THIS ASK, I DID DO A LITTLE OVERBOARD, NICE ASK, NICE COCK 👍🏽 OH AND I MADE A MISTAKE ABOUT THE NEXT DAY THING, I WAS CAUGHT UP IN THE MOMENT

warnings: I DONT KNOWWW, NO SMUT BUT SËX REFRENCES- FLUFF? AND CHILDRENN NOT PROOF READ BITCHES

T.H| TITTIESSSS

Tom smiled as he posted the picture, cuddling into his small daughter as you took care of your son. You both weren’t really doing anything just binge watching Soul Eater because you refused to watch love island.

“I don’t get this show, it’s terrible” “your terrible” you chuckled at him, noticing that Ellie was slowly starting to tear up. “I think someone’s hungry yeah? Come here Ellie” you cooed, Tom picking up the small child and placing her into your arms while he took Elijah, whos currently side tracked from TV, you pulled down your, Toms, oversized shirt to feed Ellie. Smiling as she sucked the soul out of you.

“You know-“ “we can’t have sex” “but Ellie gets to get your nipples and I don’t?” “Do you want her to starve?” “No I want to have sex” he clarified, rolling your eyes you placed some of her hair behind her ear.

Toms phone started to ding and he furrowed his eyebrows, he opened his phone and read the comments “it’s the girl being darker then the boy for me” “why is Ellie darker then Elijah?” “she’s a cheater- I told you Tom” and some trying to defend “y/n is literally darker then Tom, what did you expect? I’m so sorry this is happening” “did y’all really have to put the baby in this? We all know y/n doesn’t play about her kids”

“What’s wrong Tom?” You say, now playing with Eli’s hair. Tom only frowned at you “I’m tired of people thinking that they know most, at this point it’s really annoying” “what’s wrong Thomas?” You asked, more sternly as you pulled lee away, but she starts to cry some so you put her back.

“Nothing love, you hungry though?” He asked, trying not to make you feel anyway at the moment. “No I want you to tell me what’s wrong and right now Thomas, forreal” you made eye contact with him, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not telling you y/n” he simply says, getting up forgetting his phone and walking into the kitchen.

“I have to find out myself then!” You yell, taking his phone and scrolling through your guessing comments?. You aren’t the one to scroll through his phone at any cost because you trust him entirely, but he’s pissed and you need to find out why.

Patting lees diaper you sequenced you’re eyes to read the comments, zendaya saying “they are both so cute! Where have y’all been be seen I need to come over, like right now”, Jacob B commenting “look at lil man!” And others but as you continued to scroll down you found the negative ones.

Just reading them so fast as your blood line ran cold, you didn’t notice that Tom was coming back. “Y/n stop” he says, putting the glass of water down and reaching over Eli to take the phone but you snatched it back. “Is this what they think of me? Of my kids?” You say weakly, showing him the phone as your eyes started to water.

“Don’t listen to them, we brought Eli and Lee for ourself, not for them. Let’s just take a-“ his heart dropped as tears silently trailed down your cheeks, still reading the comments. “You are only making it worse, give me the phone Y/n” “no” “give me, the phone” he said madly, not at you but at others. He reached all the way over, watching out for the kids and taking the phone without a fight.

You detached lee and fixed yourself, lifting your knee and placing her on the pad of your thigh wiping your tears and you took her small hands.

Tom only through his phone on the nightstand and turned off the TV “what are you doing?” You ask him, “let’s take a nap yeah? I’ll when we wake up I’ll do a live or something to communicate with them” he took off his shirt and sat on the bed, sighing as you only seen the back of his head, he ran his hands through his hair, not letting them, his so called ‘fans’ get to him.

Tom laid down and threw the blankets over him, turning off the light and making it as dark as possible although it was only about 1 in the evening. “I don’t think I can go to sleep” you say as he turns in your direction, “then try darling, I really don’t want us to be stressed out love” he gave a smile, playing the the loose curls in Eli’s hair while looking at you.

“Yeah okay” you nod, Tom taking lee again while you took Eli. Eli smiled as he gave you a slimy kiss “ew!” You smiled, you let out a sniffle and Eli frowned at it, kissing your nose. You giggled and wiped it off, noticing an arm around your waist trying to pull you closer you came closer, Toms hand going down to yours and putting his fingers in between yours as you did the same and gave a squeeze. “I love you, y/n” he mumbles, his thumb brushing your knuckle. “I love you too”

“Ready?” He asked, you sitting next to him and the babies are sleep, you nod, “ready”. He started the live, about two minutes in everyone started to join. He took your hand and smiled down at you, returning it you kiss his cheek. Sooner or later he had about 6-9k and he cleared his throat,” I’m pretty sure you’ve all seen the comments and I’d like to ask all of you to stop” he simply asked, the comment bar flooded of hurtful words, they weren’t gonna stop anytime soon. “Lee is a child she doesn’t deserve to be treated this way, you not only hurting her your hurting my wife, MY wife” he pointed to his chest “you also hurting me, y/n doesn’t do SHIT-“ he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, rubbing his back.

“She doesn’t do shit but tries to show you how happy we are, for all of you saying that she’s cheating she isn’t, she’s been with me, do you see her skin?” He asked, looking at you and kissing your cheek “she has color, I don’t of course Ellie is going to be darker then her brother, they aren’t fucking twins!” He yells. He gets tired of it and pins one of the comments “maybe you should stick to your color and this wouldn’t of had to happen, you shouldn’t even be here”. “That’s the shit nobody should say, don’t talk to my wife like that you fuckin-“ “that’s it Thomas you asked, calm down” you whispered, his face red as his jaw is clenched, he bites his lip as he apologizes “I’m sorry, but please I just- I’ve worked so hard and found love, I found a wife. It makes me mad that you can’t accept that-that I can’t be happy without one paparazzi and news about me, I want a break and I want a family, and now that I have one none of you support me- or most” he refused to cry infront of them but is was heart clattering. “I-bye” he simply says, grabbing his phone and ending the live.

“You did your best-“ you get cut off by his phone ringing. His mom was calling, he instantly answered “yeah mom- yeah” he sighed “alright we’ll be over”. “They want us to come over” he stood up and took your hand, pulling you up with him he gave you a peck on the lips. “I love you Thomas” you wrap your arms around him. “I love you to, and I’m not going anywhere”

You and Thomas walked to the door with one car seat each in your hands, he knocked on the door and was instantly met with Sam “hey! Give them here-“ “wait give me lee!” Harry said, running up and taking the car seat from your hand making you laugh, Sam took the other and they both walked off to the kitchen with distant talks like “please be my taste tester” “I wanna take photos with you!”

Tom put the keys in your back pocket, walking in he called for his mom and she told them both to come to the livingroom. As you both walked dom sat up and gave you a hug while Nikki gave Thomas a hug. “I’m so sorry about those twats, your children are so beautiful” he rubbed your back slowly.

“Thank you” you whispered, hugging him back tightly. He let you go and rubbed your arms as he gave you a sweet smile, soon treading and Nikki gave you a hug “I love you and your children, we both support you so much and want you to know we are here for you, come sit” she stops hugging you and takes your hand, pulling you to the couch.

Tea was on the white coffee table and you and Tom sat on the mint grey couch, the couch you don’t touch if you live there. “It’s just-“ you sighed, Tom rubbing your back as you fought the tears. “I love your son so much and to think that I would ever hurt him-or you guys in anyway is just so hurtful, and having the pressure of everyone going against me and our child- comparing them as if they can stick up for themselves” you cried, you didn’t fight it. They are your family now, and forever will be. Tom didn’t like seeing you cry at all, it almost makes him cry, seeing you weep and vulnerable isn’t well for him because when he met you you were a strong, independent woman, and you still are but it hurts him too much.

“Yeah” dom nods, passing you a tissue and Tom takes it, pulling your face to him and patting under your eyes. “But they don’t matter, we are your family and we know from our hearts and our mind that you didn’t do anything wrong” Nikki weakly smiles, seeing you cry really is heart breaking, you just gave birth a month ago and depression is so severe. “We love you y/n, your child is our grandchildren no doubt” dom smiles, reaching over and holding your hand gently. “I love you, you are so important to me, our children are so important to me, just all of us in general are so important to me, so important that I’d quit anything for you, for my children, it’s us, a household, a family” Thomas pulls you close.

Eli saying “yum! YAY! More!” In the background with Sam making you laugh, he ends up running to you with a spoon filled with pasta. “Taste! Yummy!” He smiles at you, his baby face and small teeth “hurry mommy!” You smile and open your mouth Eli feeding it to you and you hum in satisfaction. “It is yummy, who made it?” You asked, “I did! I helped sam” Sam walked up to the livingroom, leaning on the wall. “I’m coming!” Harry yells, airplaning lee into the livingroom “pshhhhh” Harry does sound effects, lee laughing making you all smile. Eli jumps in your lap and looks at your face “why are you crying mommy?” You let out a chuckle “because I love all of you” “love you to mommy” he hugs you, Harry handing lee to you and hugging her back, Tom joining as Sam walks closer and sits next to you, resting his head on your shoulder and soon everyone is group hugging. “Umm- your squeezing me!” Eli whispers, everyone laughing as you all just take in the whole thing, happy that this is your new family, other then your other precious family also.

[secret-rendezvous1d]

Blogmas: maybe something on Darcy being sad at Christmas as they’re trying for a baby and they’re surrounded by all her nieces and nephews

Hello, hi!

Welcome to Blogmas 2020.

Many more blurbs, many more chats and a lot more festivities to come; my inbox will be open all through December this year for blurb prompts for Blogmas so don’t feel afraid to pop in a prompt to get written for tis year; all I can say is that if you’re asking for a lengthy prompt, I’m not the right person right now, haha.

I’m welcoming absolutely anything for this year; any AU, any characters, any ideas.

Reblog, like, comment and share your thoughts with me. Please let me know what you think because feedback is always appreciated on here; much more appreciated now given that I’ve not written a lot in a long while. Please let me know what you think.

Enjoy!

* TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF MISCARRIAGE, INFERTILITY, DRUG AND ALCOHOL ABUSE.*

By 8pm on Christmas day evening, in the Styles’ household, everyone was usually parched and falling asleep almost anywhere they could find a space to stretch out.

This year, the living room had been taken by the children and the grandchildren and neither Harry or YN minded as they sat at the kitchen table and finished up the cleaning and packing away of leftovers that their four kids would tuck into or save for trips back home. Their eldest and her husband taking space on the sofa with their two children cuddled up on their laps with full bellies of ice-cream and strawberry jelly, watching the Christmas television; their only son and his wife sitting in the living room alcove, by the window, with their children asleep as their feet and cuddled under blankets and dressed in their new pyjamas; their twins, one sitting on the sofa with her husband as they spoke amongst themselves and one squeezed into an armchair with their new baby tucked up on her father’s chest. Everyone full of a good turkey dinner that Harry had been adamant on making that year, with some of the adults all wine-drunk and the children all tuckered out from playing with their new toys and enjoying the chance of staying up late. It was something the two of them had thought about when they were single and growing up, something they spoke about when they were two years deep into their relationship and it was something they dreamed of seeing when they celebrated their first Christmas as parents.

“I could do this till I’m ninety, you know?”

YN looked up at him and he smiled, the stubble on his face grey and patchy, lips darkened by the red wine he’d disguised in the mug in front of him.

“Yeah,” she found her eyes drifting to the sitting room, her heart aching with love and adoration, “it’s a good feeling.”

Harry stretched his arm over the tabletop and squeezed her hand, “we did good, baby. We did so good.”

*

“You’ve been quiet tonight,” Sam whispered, pressing a kiss to his wife’s cheek as he sat down on the sofa beside her, “it’s Christmas, come have a sneaky turkey sandwich with me in the kitchen. Your mum’s left some in the fridge for us.”

“M’not really hungry,” Darcy responded, lifting her eyes from the wine glass in her hand, looking at him to give him a reassuring smile before looking back to the rim of her glass. The usual burn from, what would have been, red wine being replaced with the tingle of fizzy apple because she’d been on a health cleanse since the beginning of December, “you can go and make one though. I’m sure Mum can make you the gravy to soak the bread in.”

Darcy and Sam had been huge lovers of the whole “chuck it together and it’ll make anything” attitude and Christmas gave them a chance to show that off. Bubble and Squeak was their Boxing Day lunch, the leftover turkey went into a packed sandwich full of the leftover vegetables and potatoes for their dinner and the ‘forgotten’ pack of Pigs in Blankets went into the oven because they weren’t really ‘forgotten’ - they were being saved for a day when they were really, really fancied as a snack in between meals - because Christmas was the time to pig out on anything they wanted and not feel guilty about it.

“I know you, Darce,” Sam nudged his elbow into her arm, “I’ll make one and it’ll look so good that you’ll end up stealing half of it to see what it tastes like.”

“I won’t. I’m honestly not hungry,” she informed him.

The tone of her voice felt… off.

Sam could tell something was bothering her… that it had only just started to bother her because she’d been on an excitable high all day. There was no cheeky sarcasm that she used on him from time to time when he said something that irritated her, there was no sweet remarks when he said something that warmed her heart because it was a cute little something he’d picked up on, there was no smile that accompanied her words and she seemed so hidden away.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she turned her head to look at him and gave him a warm smile, “I promise, it’s nothing.”

“Don’t promise me that when I can tell by your face that you’re not happy,” he admitted, reaching over to set his red wine down on the coffee table, “talk to me. Tell me. I won’t be able to sleep if I know I haven’t done my husbandly duty of looking after you.”

Darcy gave him ‘the look’ and he cheekily smiled in response.

“I know you want to tell me. Is it because you think I’ve had too much to drink? Because, I’ll tell you now, this is my third of the day. If your dad cracked the beer out, I’d be a goner. Slouched over the kitchen table, needing a bucket, because the crate would be gone,” Sam laughed, “I stuck to my word. No being hungover on Boxing Day.”

“I just-” Darcy sighed heavily, “I look at everyone here and feel so sad that we’re not there yet. We were supposed to be parents right now, with our new baby, having my dad dote on me like mad because he thinks I can’t do anything because I’m tired and having trouble sleeping.”

Her eyes went from Persephone and Jack to Alfie and Ellie to Rose and her newborn baby and she couldn’t help but feel the constant beating of her heart, feeling herself getting worked up but trying to hard not to show any emotion because she’d constantly promised people that she was fine with the year she had; a miscarriage after a miscarriage, being told she was infertile and unable to carry her own children, finding out that the cost of IVF was something they weren’t close to affording and losing herself to misery that took her usual bubbly self away and left a shell behind.

Deep down, she knew she wasn’t fine but she wasn’t ready for the conversations that came soon after that.

“I was supposed to bring our baby into the world a few weeks ago, for my nieces and nephews to play with today, to buy presents for and to open presents for them, to cuddle and enjoy our first Christmas. We were supposed to dress them in cute elf outfits and my sisters were supposed to be aunts again, my brother was supposed to be an uncle again, my parents were supposed to be grandparents again. Your parents were going to be grandparents,” her eyes felt like they were burning and she refused to look back towards her eldest sister, feeling Persephone's eyes looking at her with worry from the sofa she was snuggled into. Her body already perked up and pushed from Jack’s arms,“this was supposed to be our first family Christmas.”

“I know,” Sam hummed, “I know. And we’ll get there. It’ll happen.”

“I’m not under the impression it’s happening soon,” she laughed sarcastically and rolled her eyes, “I’m just not made out to be a mum. All the troublesome things I did as a teenager are coming back to bite me on the arse.”

It wasn’t her fault; no way was it her fault.

Sam knew that blaming herself made things better because placing guilt on someone made it more ‘understandable’ but, in truth, it wasn’t anyone’s fault. No matter how many times she blamed her teenage self for participating in recreational drug use or for the alcohol intake on a Friday night at a house party or for the constant sex and one-night stands with those she felt attracted to when she was drunk, that wasn’t the reasoning behind her infertility but she wasn’t ready to confirm that.

“Shut up,” Persephone retorted, sitting up in her seat and looking at her youngest sister, “that’s a load of rubbish and you know it.”

“I’m not just saying this because you’re my sister or anything. I’d say it to any of my female friends. You deserve the world and more. If things aren’t happening right now then that doesn’t mean it won’t ever happen to you,” Persephone said, reaching her arm over and squeezing Darcy’s hand, “you’re a fantastic aunt, the best godmother to be little man, and you’ll be such a fabulous mother when the time comes. I know so. I grew up with you.”

“Don’t.”

“No, I will. Because I know the feeling of not having what you so desperately want. Granted, it’s a different situation but I’ve been there. The pit where you think nothing good will happen.”

“You’re going to get what you want, I know so, Darce. Trust me.”

“You should listen to her,” Sam smiled.

“Yeah, you should. I’m the big sister, I know everything about you lot.”

[grim-on-the-darkside]

The Latest Information on Lucas’s Sequel Trilogy he wrote in 2011. Also some information from  Star Wars Archives: Episodes I-III: 1999–2005, author Paul Duncan interviewed George Lucas his ideas of a Sequel Trilogy.

Firstly, some of the things Pablo Hidalgo has stated about Lucas’s sequel trilogy that he has access to and spoke to Lucas directly about.

We know Lucas never considered the EU canon or a part of his Star Wars universe so it is not surprising his Sequel Trilogy was of his own creation.

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"Fast forward to 2012, when we hear George is looking to make SW movies again, I though I thought 'I wonder what next Mon Calamari's gonna be. And it turns out, the Mon Calamari this time was huge swaths of the EU. There was no Jacen, no Jaina. No new Jedi Order. Chewie lived. Not surprising, but there it was."

~ Pablo Hidalgo, 2016               

https://ibb.co/nmjWcBM

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[Regarding Lucas Sequel Trilogy Treatments he wrote in 2011 and sold to Disney]

Comment - "What are you talking about? J.J. threw out His story treatments and he [George Lucas] has no imput at all anymore."

Pablo Hidalgo Response - "Not entirely true. But the treatments as they were pretty much disregarded the EU, which was to be expected.”

~ 2018

https://ibb.co/Dz7qhTB

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Commentor - 'Thank You for the clarification, might I ask if you ever recieved any direction that George Lucas with the number of children the Solos had as depicted in the EU?'

Pablo Hidalgo - "All I meant is his starting point for this Trilogy didn't have Jacen, Jaina, and/or Anakin."

Commentor - 'Was there Ben Skywalker?'

Pablo Hidalgo - "There was not."

https://ibb.co/JH2Y8tg

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Question -  "My question is, *what did George's treatments for 7 look like? I would love to see if they fit the EU."

Answer [Pablo Hidalgo]- "They did not. For instance, there was no Jaina, Jacen, or Anakin."  ~ 2017                                                                       

https://ibb.co/N7HKCsF

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Pablo Hidalgo - "Jacen and Jaina never existed in George's storytelling, even in treatment form."

Comment Response - "And about Mara Jade?"

Pablo Hidalgo - "No. George never thought of Mara as being part of his universe either."

~ 2016 https://ibb.co/YLHk6Ft

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From Star Wars Insider

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"There was no Ben Skywalker in George's Universe. He came from the NJO team." ~ Pablo Hidalgo 2016

https://ibb.co/HDtXh6D

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"Question from Today, but I thought this was pretty well known. George Lucas never considered Jacen, Jaina, or Mara Jade as part of his universe."

~ Pablo Hidalgo May 2016 https://ibb.co/VDX2qvY

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"But anyway Luke in exile predates TLJ by a long time and came from someone who can very happily and rightly supersede anyone's feedback :)"

~ Pablo Hidalgo https://ibb.co/sKZnWKk

[Luke was in something of a self imposed exile on an Island in Lucas Sequel Trilogy which is something that Disney ripped off from Lucas’s Sequel Trilogy. Pablo is referring to Lucas in this quote.]

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"Luke was training a new generation of Jedi, it all went wrong because of 1 boy, and he's the 'Jedi killer' - that's the source.”

~ Pablo Hidalgo, 2016 https://ibb.co/JjYtGtf

[The source being George Lucas sequel trilogy treatments he made in 2011 and ended up selling to Disney later. Something else Disney ripped off from Lucas’s Sequel trilogy.] ..

Pablo Hidalgo -   "George's starting point for 7 had no Jaina, Jacen, Anakin and Chewie never died. So yeah."

[Reply] - "Could we please send this to every EU purist we know?"

[Other replyer] "They wont care."

[First Replyer] "They will after what Hidalgo just said after this."

[Pablo Hidalgo] - "No, they won't. You can't correct the internet.The info's out there. They've made up their minds."

https://ibb.co/mXGX0Qn

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Pablo Hidalgo - "But there was no sequel trilogy at that time."

Commenter 1 -

'Also, Lucas' Treatment of EP VII did not have the twins born in the Thrawn Trilogy'.

Pablo Hidalgo - "It didn't have twins."

Commenter 2 -

'You're referring to the treatment Lucas sold Disney in 2012. I guess plans changed.'

Pablo Hidalgo - "Or were defined. Jacen and Jaina were never part of George's story. They were Tim's [Zahn] invention."

~ Pablo Hidalgo Q&A

https://ibb.co/VQ5Zrr0

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Here’s what George said about them during an interview with James Cameron for his The Story of Science Fiction project.

“Back in the day, I used to say ultimately what this means is we’re just cars, vehicles, for the Whills to travel around in…. We’re vessels for them. And the conduit is the midi-chlorians. The midi-chlorians are the ones that communicate with the Whills. The Whills, in a general sense, they are the Force.

All the way back to — with the Jedi and the Force and everything — the whole concept of how things happen was laid out completely from [the beginning] to the end. But I never got to finish. I never got to tell people about it.

If I’d held onto the company I could have done it, and then it would have been done. Of course, a lot of the fans would have hated it, just like they did Phantom Menace and everything, but at least the whole story from beginning to end would be told.”

~ George Lucas

https://www.indiewire.com/2018/06/george-lucas-episode-vii-episode-ix-1201974276/

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As part of the book Star Wars Archives: Episodes I-III: 1999–2005, author Paul Duncan interviewed George Lucas. During this interview, George talked more about his plans for the sequel trilogy.

Paul Duncan: What about the stormtroopers? They look robotic, but they’re not.

George Lucas: How do you know what they are?

Paul Duncan: Did you have a different idea of what they were?

George Lucas: Yeah, they started out as clones. Once all the clones were killed, the Empire picked up recruits, like militia. They fought, but they weren’t very good at what they did.

Paul Duncan: That’s why they kept missing.

George Lucas: That’s why they kept missing. Then after the Rebels won, there were no more stormtroopers in my version of the third trilogy.

I had planned for the first trilogy to be about the father, the second trilogy to be about the son, and the third trilogy to be about the daughter and the grandchildren. [There was only one, Ben Solo, another Disney rip off.]

Episode VII, VIII, and IX would take ideas from what happened after the Iraq War. “Okay, you fought the war, you killed everybody, now what are you going to do?” Rebuilding afterwards is harder than starting a rebellion or fighting the war. When you win the war and you disband the opposing army, what do they do? The stormtroopers would be like Saddam Hussein’s Ba’athist fighters that joined ISIS and kept on fighting. The stormtroopers refuse to give up when the Republic win.

They want to be stormtroopers forever, so they go to a far corner of the galaxy, start their own country and their own rebellion.

There’s a power vacuum so gangsters, like the Hutts, are taking advantage of the situation, and there is chaos. The key person is Darth Maul, who had been resurrected in The Clone Wars cartoons — he brings all the gangs together.

Paul Duncan: Was Darth Maul the main villain?

George Lucas: Yeah, but he’s very old, and we have two versions of him. One is with a set of cybernetic legs like a spider, and then later on he has metal legs and he was a little bit bigger, more of a superhero. We did all this in the animated series, he was in a bunch of episodes.

Darth Maul trained a girl, Darth Talon [The only thing from the EU in Lucas’s Trilogy, but it wasn’t even really her, just had the same look and name, completely different background. She wasn’t even born yet at that time frame in the comics]., who was in the comic books as his apprentice. She was the new Darth Vader, and most of the action was with her. So these were the two main villains of the trilogy. Maul eventually becomes the godfather of crime in the universe because, as the Empire falls, he takes over.

The movies are about how Leia — I mean, who else is going to be the leader? — is trying to build the Republic. They still have the apparatus of the Republic but they have to get it under control from the gangsters. That was the main story.

It starts out a few years after Return of the Jedi and we establish pretty quickly that there’s this underworld, there are these offshoot stormtroopers who started their own planets, and that Luke is trying to restart the Jedi. He puts the word out, so out of 100,000 Jedi, maybe 50 or 100 are left. The Jedi have to grow again from scratch, so Luke has to find two- and three-year-olds, and train them. It’ll be 20 years before you have a new generation of Jedi.

By the end of the trilogy Luke would have rebuilt much of the Jedi, and we would have the renewal of the New Republic, with Leia, Senator Organa, becoming the Supreme Chancellor in charge of everything. So she ended up being the Chosen One.”

George also expanded on Midi-chlorians:

“This is the cosmology. The Force is the energy, the fuel, and without it everything would fall apart. The Force is a metaphor for God, and God is essentially unknowable. But behind it is another metaphor, which fits so well into the movie that I couldn’t resist it.

Midi-chlorians are the equivalent of mitochondria in living organisms and photosynthesis in plants — I simply combined them for easier consumption by the viewer. Mitochondria create the chemical energy that turns one cell into two cells.

I like to think that there is a unified reality to life and that it exists everywhere in the universe and that it controls things, but you can also control it. That’s why I split it into the Personal Force and the Cosmic Force. The Personal Force is the energy field created by our cells interacting and doing things while we are alive. When we die, we lose our persona and our energy is assimilated into the Cosmic Force.

If we have enough Midi-chlorians in our body, we can have a certain amount of control over our Personal Force and learn how to use it, like the Buddhist practive of being able to walk on hot coals.”

And the Whills:

“The Whills are a microscopic, single-celled lifeform like amoeba, fungi, and bacteria. There’s something like 100,000 times more Whills than there are Midi-chlorians, and there are about 10,000 times more Midi-chlorians than there are human cells.

The only microscopic entities that can go into the human cells are the Midi-chlorians. They are born in the cells. The Midi-chlorians provide the energy for human cells to split and create life. The Whills are single-celled animals that feed on the Force. The more of the Force there is, the better off they are. So they have a very intense symbiotic relationship with the Midi-chlorians and the Midi-chlorians effectively work for the Whills.

It is estimated that we have 100 trillion microbes in our body and we are made up of about 90% bacteria and 10% human cells. So who is in service to whom? I know this is the kind of thing that fans just go berserk over because they say, “We want it to be mysterious and magical”, and “You’re just doing science.” Well, this isn’t science.

This is just as mythological as anything else in Star Wars. It sounds more scientific, but it’s a fiction.

It’s saying there is a big symbiotic relationship to create life, and to create the Force, but if you look at all the life-forms in the universe, most of them are one-celled organisms. I think of one-celled organisms as an advanced form of life because they’ve been able to travel through the universe. They have their own spaceships — those meteorites that we get every once in a while. They’ve been living on those things for thousands of years, they’ve been frozen, unfrozen, and can survive almost anything.

The one-celled organisms have to have a balance. You have to have good ones and bad ones otherwise it would extinguish life. And if they go out of balance, the dark side takes over.”

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Obviously there is the older information that’s already been out there, I just wanted to share some of the newer information that has come to light. I’m sure in time we will learn more.

[harryissuchalittleshit]

Percy and Audrey with their grandchildren:

Lucas Fredrick Jordan:

The first grandson!

He’s smart and funny and loves his Grandad Percy sooo much

Percy just loves his grandchildren, he cries every time he holds one of his grandkids for the first time

Lucas was born at the beach house (the birth from One Night)

As he gets older, he becomes more confident and sure of himself

He loves to spend time with his Grandad Percy though, especially at the joke shop

When he gets sorted into Gryffindor, Percy is so proud of him!!

They write each other every other week through Lucas’ Hogwarts career, Percy is very proud when he’s made prefect and later Head Boy

When he graduates he gets a job at the joke shop and comes up with a lot of great ideas for the business

Willafred “Willow” Lucille Jacobs:

The first granddaughter!

If Lucas is attached to Percy, then Willa loves her Nana Audrey

They are kindred spirits

Audrey teaches Willa how to sew just as she taught Molly and Lucy

She goes to everyone of her Little League Quidditch games and actually starts to like the game (as long as her grandchildren are playing)

Willa and Lucas get put together often and it was a big thing when Lucas went to Hogwarts first

But then Willa goes and is sorted into Hufflepuff like her nana and her parents and is soooo happy

She and Audrey send different design patterns back and forth and Willa will create clothes for her friends

She does get into a bit of trouble when she’s older, but it’s how she meets her future husband Dannie Bones!

Audrey is the first person that Willa tells about her boyfriend and she’s the first person to find out he proposed

Willa gets pregnant in her last few weeks of school and finds out the day of her wedding

She names her daughter after Audrey, Riona Audrey

Charlotte “Charlie” Caralynn Jacobs:

She’s sooo shy

But she opens up when she’s alone with someone

She always finds Percy, climbs into his lap, and will refuse to leave

Percy refuses to give her up!!

She reminds him so much of Audrey, she’s stubborn, she’s funny, and she always goes unnoticed except to a well trained eye

She’s an amazing flyer and Percy gives her to confidence to try out for Little League Quidditch

She’s an amazing Seeker, even if she’s taller than most, but she has long arms and thin fingers

When she goes to school and gets sorted into Hufflepuff, no one is surprised

She gets on the house team her second year and Percy is soooo proud of her

When she becomes captain her fourth year, Percy reminds her keep her head up and make sure to be heard

She gets signed on to the Magpies as a reserve, but then gets her shot during the second game of the season

And she wins it!!

The line up gets moved around while the main seeker is in recovery and she takes over for the next few games

And when she gets benched again, the Harpies offer her a starting position, which is unheard of

She takes it, and within two years is captain and married to one of the beaters

Lee Percival Jordan:

He’s a character

He’s fascinated by pictures and the Prophet and any publication

Percy and Audrey get him his first camera and the first time he develops a moving picture he nearly cries

He likes to just document the little things in life

A lot of his photos are just of the family having tea or playing in the shops or riding on brooms

Percy takes him to his first Quidditch game and one of his photos gets used on the stadium banners for the next year

And he was only four

He doesn’t like flying himself, but Quidditch is so cool and his dad likes it and his Grandad Percy likes it and so does his Grandpa Lee

(He also loves it whenever anyone points out he was named after both of his grandfathers)

He becomes a Ravenclaw at school like his parents, but he’s the Quidditch commentator like his dad and grandpa and makes prefect and Head Boy like his grandad

He graduates and starts writing books about the evolution of Quidditch and how it’s played

When he’s older he writes a book about his childhood and includes lots of those early pictures of the family

Penelope “Penny” Audrey Jacobs:

She is very sensitive

When Artie and Molly have the twins, she’s shipped off to Percy and Audrey’s a lot more

Audrey teaches her to knit and sew like she does with ALL of her grandchildren

But she also teaches her how to cook

All of the recipes that her mother and the grandmothers in the town she grew up get passed down to Penny

She is just soooo hard working and determined, a cut, a burn, nothing slows her down

When she goes to Hogwarts, not even her schoolwork slows her down

She graduates and goes to the Ministry??? And no one understands why

Until five years to the day, she quits and opens a restaurant of her own

Five years she spent trying out her food on her coworkers and saving her gold to put a down payment down on a building

She brings the food she loves and grew up cooking with Audrey to the world

She names her resturant Rey’s after Audrey

Michelle Molly Jordan:

She’s the baby of her family and the only girl

She is sooo spoiled by both of her grandparents

She’s a lot like Lucy, so very smart and very emotional and very loving

While her older brothers are very close to Percy, she is very close to Audrey

She likes to knit and sew with her and finds a lot of joy in working with her hands

By the time she’s ten, she’s helping design and make clothes for Lucy and Molly’s shop

She gets sooo homesick her first year of school and feels so isolated

Audrey writes her every week, but it doesn’t help very much, so Percy takes over, and they start to get really close

She makes sure to spend a lot of time at their house over the summer and she comes to realize that it’s the life she wants

When she’s sixteen, she falls in love

She gets pregnant halfway through her sixth year, but doesn’t let it slow her down

She has her son and gets married and leaves Hogwarts, but she studies and works hard at home and comes back to sit her NEWTs

She gets seven O’s just to prove it to herself and goes into business for herself as a tailor

And she gets the life she wants

Francine “Fran” Isabelle Jacobs:

One half of the twins!

She and Gwen love to dance and entertain

They aren’t the best flyers like their siblings, but they’re still great on a broom

Fran is the louder of the pair and often follows around Percy everywhere he goes

She loves to visit him at the shop and be in the middle of all the chaos

He does make her sit down and listen and learn about what he does for the shop

It’s boring to Fran, until she’s about 15/16 and having a bad day and she can just disappear into the numbers

When she goes to school, everything is so exciting and wild and she’s having so much fun!! But even with her twin sister and favorite cousin Michelle, she’s still lonely and misses home

Writing to her grandparents makes her feel better because she doesn’t think she can tell her parents how she feels

The summer before her seventh year she spends a summer working the register at the joke shop and flirts heavily with her co-worker, in a plan that Percy may have had a hand in

She goes to work at the joke shop after graduating and helps with the books, especially around inventory

And the boy she was flirting with? He becomes her husband a few years after graduating

Gwendolyn “Gwen” Bailey Jacobs:

She’s the second half of the twins

She’s the quieter of the pair, usually following behind her sister

She adores Audrey and makes a point to be by her side anytime she can

Percy and Audrey make the point to treat them as different people at all times, they are not a matching set

They make a point to go to all of their recitals

Gwen really loves knitting with Audrey and it becomes the time where she gets to speak and always be listened too

On Saturdays Audrey always comes around to take Gwen to craft shows

When she’s about 15/16, she starts setting up her own booth and selling the things she makes, most of it is just baby clothes that she had made for Willa and Dannie that they didn’t need

She goes to work at Molly and Lucy’s shop when she graduates, but her Saturdays are for craft shows with Audrey

When she gets married a few years later, Audrey makes her a giant knitted blanket for their bed and Gwen is so happy

Rachel “Ray” Dominique Jacobs:

The last girl!

She is sooo mean to her older sisters it’s a bit funny

She just carries a lot of anger around, and it would be more funny if she could properly manage it

She gets into fights with all the boys at her primary and can throw a punch that can knock anyone out

She just hates being the last girl and not quite feeling as if she’s part of the family

But you know where none of this matters?? At Nana Audrey and Grandad Percy’s house!

She’s often sent over by herself and given the opportunity to be the little kid she wants to be

She becomes so carefree and happy

She’s an amazing keeper and is at home on her broom and in the air

She gets on the Quidditch team right away at Hogwarts (with Charlie as her captain it was going to happen)

Being on a team makes her relax and feel a lot better and as if she’s a part of something

But nothing makes her feel better than carefree afternoons with her grandparents

When she graduates she gets signed on to play for the Falcons and she is ruthless

Her coach is rude and mean, but she’s the only girl on their team and she doesn’t back down from a fight

He bad mouths her in front of the press and she punches him out and it sends the message

Her old coach gets fired and they bring in someone new and she falls head over heels, they both do

But the only opinion she cares about is her grandparents and they approve of him 100%

Ignatius “Iggy/Gee” George Jacobs:

The baby boy!!

He’s seventeen months younger than Rachel, but it doesn’t matter

He is so happy-go-lucky and adorable and weird

He follows after his older sisters and cousins, but nothing is better than being shipped off to his grandparents by himself

Afternoons playing chess and listening to his grandad read?? Yes!!

Afternoons kitting and sewing with his Nana Audrey?? Yes!!

Afternoons in the kitchen cooking with both of his grandparents, or more so Percy watching from his perch on the kitchen counter and Audrey doing the real work??? Yes!!!!

He just enjoys spending time with them, sitting down and having a cup of tea, or knitting in the living room, or listening to a game on the radio, it’s everything he can ask for

Audrey and Percy’s next door neighbors have a daughter just a few days younger than Iggy and they become quick friends

When Iggy goes to Hogwarts, he writes his grandparents and to his “friend” next door

It’s really cute

When he’s older, about 16 he spends the whole summer with his grandparents and he starts dating the girl next door

It’s really hard not to tell her about magic, as that is his whole life and everything that he has always known

The next summer, he’s seventeen and he bites the snitch and just shows her his world

He starts with the little things, mostly the pictures around his grandparents house and all the other little quirky things that he loves and knows

Leaving her behind to finish school is the hardest thing he’s ever done, but he stills writes her every week

They both graduate and go to working at their respective governments, he works in the Muggle liaison offices and she ends up working as a secretary to the Prime Ministry

They name their first son after Percy, Adam Percival, and their first daughter after Audrey, Audrey Elizabeth

[more-quiverfull-sims]

Controversial Local Celebrity Ingrid Gorman Dies Aged 72

Elsa Bjergsen, Senior Reporter

The Windenburg Times-Gazette

Few names in Windenburg are more recognizable than that of Ingrid Katlyn Gorman, local mega Mom of seventeen. Gorman was heavily associated with the  Newcrest First Baptist Church, which is headed by right-wing Pastor Jacob Fleming. Gorman’s tenth child, daughter Patience Grace, married the Flemings’ son Jon Edwards when Patience was eighteen. Ingrid’s second child, Josiah Thomas, later married the Flemings’ oldest daughter, Laura. Josiah and Laura are currently expecting their second son after three years of marriage. Meanwhile, Patience Grace is 24 and recently announced that she is pregnant with her fifth child. She will turn 25 shortly before her due date, and celebrate 7 years of marriage around the same time. 

The Gorman family around the time Ingrid married. Ingrid’s brother Thaddeus became pastor at their father’s church after Luther’s death, but a rift over modesty rules led to Ingrid joining the Newcrest First Baptist Church.

A family photo of Ingrid as a child.

Ingrid Katlynn Snyder was born in Mount Korembi, where her father, Luther, had planted an offshoot of the Windenburg-based Bible Baptist Church. Ingrid was the oldest of ten children, though she married when her mother, Katlyn, was still pregnant with #9. Ingrid married Stetson Gorman on her twentieth birthday. Stetson ran a small woodworking business and taught at the school attached to her father’s church, Bible Baptist Academy. She gave birth to their first soon, Ezekiel, nine months later. 

Like her parents before her, Ingrid was an extremely devout Christian who eschewed birth control, homeschooled her children, and gave birth to her last child at 44. She expected her children to enter supervised courtships rather than date, which meant they could not hold hands with their spouses before engagements or kiss before their wedding day. Including Patience Fleming’s current pregnancy, Ingrid has 33 grandchildren already, and will likely have well over 100 by the time her youngest child, Miracle Joy, stops having children. 

Ingrid was buried beside her husband in a family plot in Evangelist Christian Cemetery in Willow Creek.

Many doctors interviewed for this piece opined that Ingrid’s large number of pregnancies--which also included two miscarriages. 

“My sister was lied to about the effects that pregnancies can have on the body throughout her whole life, mostly by her own family,” commented her brother Nathaniel, who broke away from their family to attend college and become a physician. He is now retired. “But even when the effects started to catch up with her during her last few pregnancies, she refused to consider stopping. I hope she can find peace and that her children won’t feel pressured to take the same path she did.”

Ingrid was pregnant with her 16th child when her daughter-in-law, Emily Anne, was pregnant with Ingrid’s first grandchild.

Ingrid and Stetson Gorman’s vow renewal, which took place shortly before Stetson passed away.

It seems that Gorman’s children are split on whether their mother is a role model worth emulating. Ingrid’s seventh and eighth children, twins Evangeline and Camden, have both spoken out against their family in recent years. Evangeline--who has two children and recently graduated with a masters in piano performance from the University of Britechester--has left her parents’ church, and Camden eloped to marry a woman who does not share his parents’ views.

But Patience Grace--along with her other siblings--wants to continue her mother’s legacy.

“She was the greatest woman I’d ever known,” Patience told me between tears during an interview. “She was Godly until the end.” 

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VICTOR YAXLEY is TWENTY-FOUR YEARS OLD and a SOCIALITE amongst THE SACRED TWENTY-EIGHT in LONDON. He looks remarkably like NAT WOLFF and considers himself NEUTRAL. He is currently TAKEN.

→ OVERVIEW:

The youngest of the infamous Yaxley twins, Victor Yaxley could be described as an outlandish character for those who had not met his sister ELEANOR. Born into a very wealthy family a few moments after his older sister, Victor followed Eleanor into the world and would spend his life doing the exact same thing thereafter. The only son of ELIJAH YAXLEY and ISMENA FLINT, Victor would have had an easy life if he had been an only child. The Yaxley family were fabulously wealthy, with influential ties to the Ministry through his uncle CORBAN. It was tradition that the eldest son, would take over the helm of the Yaxley family after the passing of Victor’s grandfather, but Victor’s father had always been more concerned with the stage than with balls and advantageous unions, prompting his grandmother ZARIAH YAXLEY to pressure his father into settling down and eventually marrying his mother. A larger than life man, Elijah had worked in the theatre since graduating Hogwarts, which Victor’s grandmother had always despised. A traditional woman, Zariah fiddled in the lives of her sons as she would later come to fiddle in the lives of her grandchildren. Before his marriage, Elijah had lived a life of chaos, chasing chorus girls and putting on lavish productions at the playhouse which made their family cringe. Victor had always gotten the impression from his father that marrying into the Flint family had broken his creative spirit in some way. 

After Victor and Eleanor were born, Elijah had tried to maintain his life at the theatre and Victor’s very early years were littered with memories of sitting in the front row watching his father leap around on stage pledging his undying love for actresses who wore glittering costumes Elijah had helped design. The theatre was Elijah’s passion and Victor’s mother, Ismena’s passion had been his father Elijah. Despite being raised to always think of how you were perceived by others, Ismena did her best to ignore the constant whispers as she clapped for her husband and told her children how proud she was of their father. It was when Victor and Eleanor began to grow old enough to hear the whispers themselves his mother urged Elijah to give up the stage. When it came to drawing up marriage contracts both Ismena and Zariah knew families like the Blacks and the Malfoys married their children to Pure-Bloods entering society, not the children of an actor and playwright. Despite no longer working for the theatre, the Yaxley family could not outrun Elijah’s passion. The people he’d worked with were replaced with his children and Victor’s sister became the star of the show. Eleanor, like their father, demanded attention and whilst Ismena and Zariah tried to rear Victor to one day be the head of the family, as it seemed his sister was destined for a life like her father, Eleanor didn’t quite seem to get the message and treated him like her personal assistant rather than a brother. 

As she stood in the family parlour during her one woman shoes, Victor was reduced to making costumes and dressing her in them or ushering their family in to watch her sing. His sister was the only thing that eased his father’s departure from the theatre, but even Victor could see Eleanor wasn’t enough to make him happy. No one ever commented on it, but Victor would watch it all unfold silently. His mother would often tell him to stand up to his sister and demand her respect but Victor found it difficult to take advice from a woman who had allowed her husband to treat her so terribly. It was frustrating feeling to know that in their family Victor and his mother would only ever be supporting characters though he resided not to argue with his parents or sister about it. In Victor’s opinion, Eleanor was only capable of loving herself. She was a dead ringer for their father who had never taken an interest in anyone who couldn’t give him something he wanted. As he listened to his family he made a silent promise to himself to not end up like them. Unhappy and thrown together into a situation of convenience that would never manifest true happiness. He had hoped Hogwarts would be the start of finding that happiness he so desperately desired. Although Victor was much quieter than his sister and overlooked because of that, he had all the grandeur and showmanship of his father. 

Out of his school robes, Victor only wore expensive, hand tailored clothing and often had a hand in the process of designing all of the garments he wore. It was his love for his appearance and an ability to withstand being around very strong personalities that attracted the attention of NARCISSA BLACK. Sorted into Slytherin alongside her, Narcissa was everything his sister could never be but what Victor’s mother and grandmother hoped strict schooling would turn her into. Narcissa was image conscious and constructed a friendship group of beautiful people like him and his sister. VIOLET BULSTRODE and PERSEPHONE WILKES were perfect till they opened their mouths and REGULUS BLACK and RABASTAN LESTRANGE were handsome, stoic and quiet which seemed to be how Narcissa preferred her company. Although Victor was fond of her, the constant noise from the people that surrounded her and close proximity to his sister drew him to become friends drew him to become friends with WILLIAM GOYLE and ALECTO and AMYCUS CARROW, fellow Slytherins who floated on the edge of his original group of friends. The new group allowed Victor to explore a side of himself he’d never been brave enough to look at. Alecto and Amycus were trouble maker twins with a relationship which made him envious. Amycus let Alecto take the lead but was always there to catch her when she fell or jump aboard a plan she had to make the lives of those she hated miserable. 

He wondered if he and Eleanor could have been that way if he’d been more comfortable giving her the limelight or if she’d have been happy to share it. At first his friendship with the twins and William was to help boost his ego but then it became about something else entirely. Amycus Carrow was feared by all who knew him, but Victor saw something else. He was always seen as a monster, but Victor told himself it was mostly for show. The love he had for Alecto seemed too pure for him to be completely evil and although Victor projected a very firm and cold stance to the outside world, he allowed Amycus to see a softer side to him he believed they both shared. Victor found beauty and meaning in every owl he received from him and each glance and kiss exchanged after parties in dark corridors filled Victor with the promise of something more. Even when Amycus and his family were disgraced due to his father’s gambling, Victor was still willing to marry him and offer him every happiness. The Yaxley family refused to hear of it. As they lectured him on appearance and the importance of strong ties, his father sat oddly quiet. Elijah had never been much of a father but with their family reputation in the balance, Victor had thought he would say something, but he wouldn’t. Unbeknownst to Victor, his mother and sister, his father would have been a hypocrite. More than the love of the stage had prevented him from being a proper father and husband, leaving him with little a leg to stand on. 

CHRISTINE MAY was a Muggle actress and ¼ veela who had worked opposite his father for many years. Their professional chemistry had carried off screen and due to his stupidity or perhaps out of love, three children had been born. ADAIRIA LINWOOD and LAUREL LINWOOD were born before he’d married Ismena and had been swept under the carpet by Zariah. MAREN LINWOOD was born after Victor and Eleanor and had been a closely guarded secret his grandmother and father had tried their best to keep. A year their junior, Maren had been a favourite target of Victor and Eleanor’s at school to bully. A Muggle-Born witch, they’d known her from choir and despised her talent and prettiness, none the wiser her talent ran in their veins too. Knowing that if their birth was made public it would ruin the family, Victor’s grandmother had done her best to steer the family away from drama and draw up good contracts for the rest of the family to wither the storm should it come. As such she had thrown the twins at anyone she deemed worthy and sent numerous owls to RITA SKEETER to push her endeavours and make them seem more eligible to other families. Sick of her interfering, Victor hatched a plan to keep his grandmother at bay and plan his path to happiness. Scheming with former schoolmate Persephone Wilkes, the pair have been plotting a scandal sure to keep their annoying relatives at bay and cause the right kind of stir on the Sacred Twenty-Eight social scene.

ADDITONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Pure-Blood

Pronouns → He/Him

Identification → Cis Male

Sexuality  → Homosexual & Demisexual 

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education →  Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Slytherin)

Societies → N/A

Family → Elijah Yaxley (father), Ismena Yaxley (mother), Victor Yaxley (brother), Adaria Linwood (unknown half-sister), Laurel Linwood (unknown half-sister/adversary), Maren Linwood (unknown half-sister/adversary), Corban Yaxley (uncle), Dionysus Flint (uncle), Lotte Flint (aunt), Decius Flint (cousin), Rosalie Flint(cousin), Eelis Burke (uncle), Kratista Burke (aunt) Caius Burke (cousin), Lyra Burke (cousin)

Connections  → Amycus Carrow (close friend/object of affection), Alecto Carrow (close friend), William Goyle (close friend), Narcissa Black (close friend), Persephone Wilkes (friend/faux girlfriend), Violet Bulstrode (friend), Rabastan Lestrange (friend), Regulus Black (friend)

Future Information → N/A

VICTOR YAXLEY IS A LEVEL 3 WIZARD.

[chaoticspacefam]

Character Traits Meme: The Ahaszaai Twins

I was tagged by @stratosara​ (thank you!) I shall tag (no pressure, as always, feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like it!) @pauletta-00​ , @commander-kulan​ , @mercurypilgrim​ , @a-muirehen​ and anybody else who feels like doing it!

We’ll start with the Ahaszaai twins (of course, they are my favourites), but I’ll probably do this for a couple others and throw it in the queue too, cause this one is fuuuunn :D

Bold for currently applies, italics for formerly or sometimes applies, strike for never applies (AFAIK, that’s what I’m using anyways XDD)

MANDATORY REMINDER THAT MY FICVERSE IS CANON DIVERGENT BECAUSE THERE’S ALWAYS GONNA BE SOMEONE COMING TO COMMENT “ThAt’S NoT CaNOn!” I KNOW! THAT’S THE POINT XD

SAARAI

[WEALTH ]

$ Financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

[Could technically count as “wealthy” but since most of what they make goes right back into the Alliance I’m gonna call it moderate. When she fled to Rishi with Ty, though, they had very little, she was able to make enough doing odd jobs knocking pirates around etc. for them to get by, but it was a little rough.]

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / transient / slave / unsure 

[If Valkorion hadn’t killed most of their family and she’d stayed as the heir to the Sith throne, she would’ve been considered upper class. She’s not sure what to call herself while she and Ty were on Rishi and once she becomes Empress of the Eternal Alliance she’s technically upper class again, but Saarai doesn’t like to consider herself “above” the other Alliance members and prefers to see them as equals with different viewpoints so she’s not going to label herself as “upper” class]

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

[Technically finished training at the Sith Academy, but because she didn’t stay for long after becoming a Lord it doesn’t count. She has plenty of knowledge of the Force though and is always learning new things when she can (though she’s not the smartest, she tries!) so she gets by.]

✖ Criminal Record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / classified

[Doesn’t have one, because she ran before it could be traced back to her. If her sister hadn’t taken the fall for her, though, she would’ve suffered the same fate (or worse), for murdering one of Arkous’ apprentices.]

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: has a child or children / has no biological children / wants children / has adopted children

[Has a son, Ty. In an ideal world where there was nothing stopping her, she’d want more kids because she loves them. But trust issues and being one of the main figureheads of the Alliance means she doesn’t really have time to be on maternity leave to raise a baby. So she makes do with helping teach the youngsters and/or babysitting her nieces, nephews and grandchildren instead :3]

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

[Saarai only has one sibling, her twin sister Ni’kasi, and they are very close, so close that they have a Force bond, in fact!]

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable  

[Father was killed when she was a very young child, she only has vague memories of him. Was raised by her mother for most of her life, till things (which she still blames herself for) caught up to them and her mother was killed too. Though they don’t reunite officially till Iokath, the twins are adopted by their uncle Vowrawn and his husband Abaron after their mother dies.]

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

[Saarai is careful and guarded (but polite, unless you give her reason not to be) with strangers, but with those she is familiar with she is very vocal and extroverted.]

♦ dis-organised / organised / in between

♦ closed-minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

[Only gets anxious in specific situations, otherwise is generally pretty calm.]

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

[cautious in certain very specific situations, but when it comes to the battlefield and protecting her loved ones or allies Saarai is very reckless. She operates under the principal of “if they’re hurting me then they’re not hurting you and I can take more beatings than you can”, much to Lana and Koth’s dismay XD]

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / unempathetic / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

[Since the trauma in her past, Saarai had to learn the hard lesson that she can’t assume someone isn’t going to try and hurt her, so she tries to be more critical of people, but her first attempt is always to see the good in someone.]

♦ traditional / modern / in between

[Holds more to the old old Sith traditions she learnt from her mother (and the few memories she has of her father), than Valkorion’s Empire’s traditions. Is relatively open-minded about adapting and changing her views, within reason.]

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured  / in between

[Has a generally dignified air most of the time. But on the battlefield or when she gets really angry, she’s fucking feral. She has teeth that can crack bones and she will use them on you if she has to.]

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / other*

[*Polycurious, and strongly woman-leaning, does end up in a closed poly relationship with Lana and Koth mid-way through KOTFE.]

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable / naive and clueless

[Had to work through some stuff after her trauma, but has managed to work through (most of) it now through the years and is all for it.]

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable / naive and/or inexperienced

[Saarai is one of the sappiest romantics you have ever met. If she loves you, she’s not afraid to show it in any way possible: cuddles, kisses, dinner dates, stay-at-home-and-watch-movies dates, random flowers, anything you can possibly think of, if it makes you smile, she’ll do it.]

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

[Absolutely knows what she’s doing (and can certainly give you a good time ;)), but isn’t particularly adventurous.]

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[After her bad experiences with Ty’s father, she’s not comfortable with any sort of intimate contact with men, not even Koth (and she trusts him more than anything - they have it all worked out between the three of them though and everyone’s happy with the way things are). Sticks almost exclusively to women, would probably be okay with fem-presenting people of other genders, but masc-presenting people would worry her.]

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[Heavily female-leaning, but not adamantly against a romantic relationship with a man...it will just take her longer to trust and feel comfortable with them, but as long as they respect the boundaries she sets out (thank you, Koth!), she’s fine!]

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none  

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[Do not let her near a computer or explosives, for your own safety, please. Even she will warn you as such and refuse to touch it. She’s not good with them LOL Saarai can do very simple things like plug something into a navcomputer, or scroll through files on a datapad/in an archive but that’s about the limit of what her abilities allow.]

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

[Social drinker, but never over the top.]

☁ Smoking: trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

✿ Other Narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

[Assuming this refers to kolto and whatever else they put in the medpacs etc. Then yes. Sometimes if she gets hurt and Lana or her sister isn’t around to fix it for her.]

☻ Indulgent Food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

♣ Gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

NI’KASI

[WEALTH ]

$ Financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

[Formerly a slave with nothing to her name, but since rising the ranks of the Dark Council has made quite a name for herself, even after leaving the Empire to join up with her sister in the Alliance.]

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged

[During her time as a slave she was deliberately kept sickly/weak to stop her from fighting back properly or trying to escape, but once she was re-entered into the Korriban Academy and started training she gradually re-built her muscle tone. She’s still less bulky than her sister because of this, but she’s got decent enough muscle by mid-way through her canon storyline.]

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / transient / slave / unsure

[Like Saarai, would have stayed upper if Valkorion hadn’t happened. Spent almost half a decade in slavery, but gradually worked her way up again to make it back to upper class.]

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

[As a Dark Council member (and eventually Alliance Council Member), Ni’kasi is very much one of the leading authorities in her field. That doesn’t mean she’s stopped studying though, not in the slightest. She’s always looking through the archives to expand her knowledge base so she can use it to help her family and allies.]

✖ Criminal Record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / classified

[Was on the books for Tsâhis (Ty’s father)’s murder, though this was wiped after she became high ranked enough within the Empire as she’d earned that much. What no one but their family knows, however, is that though she confessed to the murder, Ni’kasi wasn’t the one who did it. She simply said she was so she could protect her sister and ensure that she could get her nephew, Ty, out of harm’s way (otherwise Ty would’ve had nobody to raise him).]

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: has a child or children / has no biological children / wants children / has adopted children

[I haven’t named them yet (or gotten that far in their part of the story), but she has at least two with Andronikos, maybe a third later on down the line. I haven’t made my mind up yet.]

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

[Her only sibling is her twin sister, Saarai. They’re very close and even share a Force bond. There’s nothing in the universe Ni’kasi wouldn’t do for her sister. If Saarai says “jump”, she asks “how high?”.]

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable  

[Father was killed when she was a very young child, unlike Saarai, Ni’kasi has very few memories of him. Was raised by her mother for most of her life, till things caught up to them and her mother was killed too. Ni’kasi reunites with their uncle Vowrawn and Abaron much earlier, and they adopt the twins as their own since their mother’s passing.]

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ dis-organised / organised / in between

♦ closed-minded / open-minded / in between

[Ni’kasi, too, sticks more to the old old Sith ideals taught by her mother, but is far more openly critical of Jedi views. She won’t completely throw them aside but it will take a lot of convincing to get her to come around.]

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

[Mostly agreeable...but is still not fond of Jedi. Where necessary, she will tolerate them, but she makes it clear that she can’t wait for it to be over when that happens.]

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

[This woman has a back up-back up plan for the back up plan for the back up plan. She thinks through everything before she makes a decision or follows through an action and very rarely reacts on impulse.]

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

[Usually a leader and quite bossily so. Except where her sister is involved; she will follow her sister anywhere and listen to any order Saarai gives her, no matter what, because Saarai’s the boss.]

♦ empathetic / unempathetic / in between

[Comes off as unempathetic, but is in fact simply very literal/logical and has a bit of resting bitch face XD.]

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured  / in between

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable / naive and clueless

[She’s a Sith, it’s like...one of the most important “rules” they teach XD.]

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable / naive and/or inexperienced

[”Repulsed” is  a strong word, I’d more call it “hesitant”. Ni’kasi is demiromantic, so she needs to know a person well enough before she can actually fall in love with them. When she does, though, and she accepts that that’s what it is, she’s alright with it and comes to enjoy little romantic gestures here and there. Though she and Andronikos are certainly more private about their affections, she prefers it that way (:]

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

[Relatively experienced and open to try new things, within reason. Won’t do anything too crazy.]

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[Kas is demiromantic, strongly leaning towards men because that’s who she prefers in bed.]

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[Good on the battlefield, as long as she’s not close-range, her footwork is sloppy and she’s incredibly clumsy, despite being the less bulky between her and her twin, Kas is the one that trips over her own feet while duelling.] 

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

[Kas is a lightweight, she can’t hold her liqueour well and gets drunk very easily so she prefers not to drink if it can be helped, but is occasionally persuaded to have a glass or two by Andronikos or some of her other companions.]

☁ Smoking: trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

✿ Other Narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

☻ Indulgent Food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

[Didn’t get much of it as a slave, Andronikos likes to surprise her with nice things like chocolate on occasion because her face always lights up when he does (:]

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

[Not often, due to coming out of slavery, she understands the value of money and is somewhat picky about what she spends it on, but isn’t above picking up something nice if she knows she can afford to spend on it.]

♣ Gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

[emmaekay]

Kotonari - Chapter I, part two

AN: I am seriously sorry for the cliffhanger that I left 1-1 on. It was as much as I had the time to actually edit and stuff. Here is the conclusion of Chapter One - Birth, which I will now warn you, ends on another cliffhanger. I think I have a problem.

Again, Kotonari is a sequel to Keiyaku, and if you don’t read Keiyaku first, you’re gonna have a bad time. Here’s the Keiyaku Master Post with all the chapters for your catching up needs.

Chapter One – Birth – Part Two

Beri wrapped the babies up once more in snug and careful bundles of the softest cloth. Twins, yes, but no such twins had ever looked so different in all her years of caring for Saiyans, royal houses and more. 

The little Prince was fey and fair – his hair was the lightest lilac, his eyes were the same soft aubergine that Beri had witnessed in Bulma’s eyes during the strange ordeal that had been the antefasting battle. He was just 18 inches long, but his body was sturdy and he weighed a respectable 7.15 pounds. A stout little boy, with a voracious appetite and a boisterous voice – crying, cooing, even once growling – with soft lilac hair falling down around his ears & eyes in velveteen swirls. Despite the delicate coloring he’d inherited from his mother, it was clear that the boy got all his temperament from Vegeta.

The little Princess was just the opposite – nearly as dark as her father, and a quiet babe. The little princess would be taller, Beri thought, as she was already an impressive 24 inches long. She weighed about the same as her brother, but didn’t look nearly as rolly poly as the boy. Her hair was most properly Saiyan – a shock of black hair, rising up from her head in a distinct, sharp point.

The little prince and princess were beautiful – healthy, calm, sleeping bundles in their little bassinette in Beri’s room. Beri called them by their titles, and Daiku called them whelp or cub or princeling or little Saiyans. They both still believed that their mother should, and would, give them their proper names… soon, surely.

Beri clenched her fists at her sides after she laid the babies down once more after their halfnight feeding. She blamed herself for the way things were – what had she been thinking, leaving the estate with Bulma so close to birth? Why had she gone out after running that bath? She should have stayed right by Bulma’s side, right by the Prince’s side.

The Prince. Poor Vegeta. When Beri had burst through the door, she had thought that another miracle, like the one at the antefasting battle, was happening and she had wanted to make sure Vegeta wasn’t missing it. Instead, she’d walked in to a scene of such horror – the bathtub a bloody pool, Vegeta’s face drawn in terror, Bulma’s fair skin an ashen grey with her ki low like the last ember of a long cold fire.

She’d just run from the house, flying from the estate and up to the castle. She’d risked immediate execution when she burst through the tall glass window of the Queen’s private chamber, sending a spray of glass shards in every direction and finding her Queen’s hand around her throat. “Your son –“ Beri had choked out, and the Queen released her. “Your son and the Princess and the babies! Please, they need doctors and –“

Queen Pea threw Beri toward the chamber door. “Then get them!” And she flew out the smashed window herself toward her son’s estate. She refused to think, to entertain the fear’s nipping at the edge of her mind, to allow herself to wonder what could have sent that dressing woman into such a panic. Queen Pea stomped down her emotions, her questions, and she put a foot straight through the roof of the bathing chamber, sending stone and eaves crumbling to bits.

Pea had been Queen of all Saiyans for thirty four years  - she had fought at her husband’s side against the Cold empire, she had lead troops in bloody, horrific battles. She had seen limbs severed, entrails spilled, Saiyan men and women that she loved torn to pieces and their bodies worn by Cold soldiers as badges of honor. Pea had seen horrors. Pea had seen blood. 

And for the first time in her reign, she was grateful for these trials, because they prevented her from collapsing to the floor in tears and grief now. Bulma was in a pool of bloody water, laying like a corpse astride Vegeta’s legs, and she was nearly dead. Her son was frozen, clutching the two babes to his chest, tears streaming down his face in rivers that Queen Pea had thought long dry. She alighted next to the tub and gave her son a hard slap across the back of his wet head.

“How long will you sit there, Vegeta?”

Vegeta turned his face up to his mother’s, eyes wide and unblinking. “Mother, I – she just screamed and I ran in – I wanted to get you, I wanted to get a doctor but she just screamed and cried and th-“

“Vegeta.”

He stopped.

“She isn’t dead yet. Will you let her die?”

Vegeta snapped out of his shock and jumped out of the tub then, scooping Bulma’s cold and naked form out along with him. Her face pressed against the babies as they began to slide out of their little nest under Vegeta’s suit.

“Vegeta, the children!”

He tossed Bulma to his mother, a morbid hot potato, as he caught the little ones before they slid out of his suit entirely. He had never felt so clumsy, so ill-equipped, so stupid. He followed his mother silently out of the bathing chamber and into the bedroom he shared with Bulma. He watched, a thousand miles away, as his mother laid Bulma’s body onto the plush mattresss, dumbly pressing his children to his chest.

“Vegeta, bring something warm and cover her body.”

He moved robotically to a pile of clothing Bulma had tossed over a couch in their room. His mother gently stepped next to him and attempted to take one of the twins, to free his arms a bit. He found himself growling, snarling at his own mother as his grip on the child intensified. His ki began to flare out around him – he was losing control.

“Vegeta, let me help you,” his mother attempted to reason with him. To calm him. He crossed his arms over the children tucked once more securely into his suit, power radiating from him in waves as he continued to snarl wildly.

Then, suddenly, he stopped and fell to his knees – eyes hollow and closing. Queen Pea dropped with him, cushioning the impact for her grandchildren and removing them from their father’s desperate grasp. She looked up and into the eyes of her King and husband, still lowering his arm from the impact his elbow had made with the base of her son’s skull.

“Take them,” she said, standing fluidly and handing both the babes to their grandfather. “Your son was on the verge of losing himself, Vegeta.”

“My son? No, that’s your son. He inherited his wild, emotional side from you.” The King bounced the little royals in his arms. “Your father’s a madman, isn’t he, little warriors?”

“Tch.” Queen Pea rolled her eyes and pulled a few articles of clothing from the couch before heading over to the bed to bundle Bulma up against her nudity and the now drafty house. She dressed the girl’s unconscious form before piling the blankets over her. “The doctor?”

“Beri is rousing every doctor, nurse, medic, doula, serving woman and mother in Asket awake as we speak. I’m sure a host is inbound now.” The answer came from Daiku, standing unexpectedly in the doorway. “I felt her fear, and found her frantic, but she explained the situation... so here I am.”

“Daiku.” The King raised a brow in greeting. “What services does an arena warrior offer the crown at their medical need?”

“Not a medical one, sire, but one of honor. I came to collect Vegeta, who will be a nuisance at best and a liability at worst, as the doctors attempt to heal his woman.”

“He’s…” the King faltered.

“…resting.” Pea finished, “and even if he were not, he wouldn’t leave with you, Champion.”

“I propose a mission to distract him, and to heal her. The doctor that your highness the Queen sent for, the one with knowledge of the Saiyan Gemini who refuses pod travel? I propose that I take Vegeta to find, collect and return with the man. He and I are strong, fast flyers and can have the doctor back here within the day. His last transmission came from the city of Caarte, which is a week’s journey by foot.” Daiku glanced at the blue haired fair form on the bed. “I do not think we have a week.”

“Astute.” The King commented.

“And, I fear, correct.” The Queen admitted. “As it is, life supporting measures will have to be undertaken, and I doubt my body can sustain them for a week.”

“Your body?” The King bristled, “Absolutely not, Pea. I forbid it.”

“Oh, you do, do you? Fool.” The Queen’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing in anger. “Who else will I entrust my precious Princess-daughter to? Who else has the ki to sustain two lives? Who else has the knowledge? Shut your mouth and never again presume to forbid me anything.” The Queen spat, hackles raised and claws out. 

Daiku looked away nervously – no one liked to watch a married couple fight, but nothing could possibly be worse than watching your King and Queen in a marital spat over the dying body of your Princess as your Prince is passed out on the ground. “Shall I… take Vegeta and leave?”

The King sighed. “Yes, take him and make for Caarte. Best he should come to in the air and already on his mission.”

“And when he awakes, what should I tell him of the Princess Bulma’s condition?”

Queen Pea sat on the bed next to Bulma and took her hand. She breathed deeply, wrapping her own power in glowing bands around the sleeper’s form until she glowed faintly with the golden tint of the Queen’s ki. As power wrapped around them both, the Queen’s hair changed from raven black to finest gold, eyes changing from darkest ebony to brightest sky. There was no exertion, no uncouth exhibition of power – just her dignified sigh, her steady breathing, and a golden light that filled the room.

“Tell him,” the King began, “that his mother is using her secret power as the legendary Super Saiyan to link her ki and her lifeforce to Bulma’s – as life support until a healer can be found.”

Daiku’s eyes were wide, nearly falling out of his head in awe.

“Y-yes, my King.” Daiku bent and hauled the Prince up over one shoulder.

“And Daiku?” the Queen called, as the man made to leave the room. He paused, looking back over his shoulder at the radiant, golden Queen. “Perhaps this discovery you’ve made can be treated as need-to-know information?”

“I’ve made no discovery, my Queen.” Daiku said. “I will return with the doctor as quickly as possible.”

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And so, when Beri returned to the estate, the King handed her the babes and bade her take them home with her to look after until their mother awakened or their father arrived home, whichever happened first. And although Daiku had arrived home with the little green doctor a week ago, Vegeta was not with him and Bulma was still not awake.

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part 2 of this post inspired by this post by @zendayacolemann​. Just a bunch of my random headcanons of if Little Women took place in the ATLA universe

Meg would definitely also be a healer in addition to being a waterbender. She’d learn this skill early on, and I can definitely see her healing her little sisters’ skinned knees and paper cuts like the good big sister she is. Meg’s never tried bloodbending, and she refuses to.

Marmee can bend lightning, but Jo cannot. I think of this similarly to how Iroh teaches Zuko about lightning. Marmee can bend lightning, and Jo desperately wants to be able to too, but can’t. But, Marmee does teach her lightning redirection, which she can do. 

I wanted to dive more into Beth and her training; As far as that goes, I think it’s pretty in character for her to train mainly at home instead of at the air temples. I think Father March probably grew up traveling and in and around the Air Temples, but knowing how shy Beth is and how she wouldn’t want to leave her home and her sisters, they adopted a modified training regime for her (She isn’t the first airbender of the March clan do this), in which she’d visit the temples often with her father so she could get her cultural experience, but still do most of her training at home. Otherwise, she totally adheres to airbender tradition. Beth wakes up early to meditate, she’s vegetarian (unlike the rest of her sisters), wears her airbender robes, has a glider, studies airbender history... etc..

Amy would definitely be a metalbender, but not a lavabender. I said in my last post that none of the girls get any “formal” training, but only training from family members, and this is true, but Amy’s training is definitely closest to a formal education. Her Aunt March would definitely also be a metalbender as well, and she’d learn metalbending from her and the earthbending master in Ba Sing Se. Based on Bolin’s bending style in LOK, I think it’s pretty canon that lavabending is a weird subset of earthbending that requires a lot more flexibility and legwork than typical earthbending does, and I think Bolin can lavabend because of his unconventional upbringing and adaptability, something that Amy doesn’t have. Thus, Amy’s a metalbender, but not a lavabender.

I think Marmee grew up in the Fire Nation but often traveled to the Northern Water Tribe to visit her mother’s family, I think Marmee would have at least one sibling who was a waterbender. She meets Father March on one of her trips to the Northern Water Tribe, and they immediately take a liking to each other. It’s probably when they are teens, and before Father March gets his tattoos, but as soon as he finishes his training, he immediately finds her. The two get married, and move to the United Republic where most of the March Clan live. 

I already mentioned that John, Meg’s husband, is a Fire Nation non-bender citizen. I like to think that their twins, Daisy and Demi are a waterbender and firebender respectively. However, their youngest daughter Josie is the first non-bender in the March family for many many generations. Naturally, she makes up for it with her hand to hand combat and sword skills, which are easily better than all of her cousins

Jo and Friedrich adopt Friedrich’s orphaned nephews, Franz and Emil, who are of course airbenders like Friedrich, and have two more sons, Rob and Ted, who are an airbender and firebender respectively. After having three sons that were airbenders, I think Jo probably felt a little like Pema in LOK Season 1 and was really hoping her last son would be a firebender like her, and she was so excited that he was (Just like his namesake, his uncle Laurie!)

 Bess, Amy and Laurie’s daughter, is an earthbender like her mother. She’s definitely a rambunctious girl (kind of a handful for her parents) and a favorite niece of her Aunt Jo. 

Jo and Friedrich would probably split their time in between Republic City and the Air Temples. Jo teaches firebending in Republic City, and while she’s traveling in the air temples, she writes about her traveling experiences and trains Ted while her other sons train with Friedrich and the Monks. With Friedrich’s flying bison, Hooper, they are less than a day’s trip to Marmee and Father March, so they also visit there often. Marmee and Father March also often visit Jo and Friedrich in Republic City often, as they like to dote on their grandchildren and help train them as well. 

Meg and John definitely make their home in the United Republic very near to Marmee and Father March.

Amy and Laurie move into Mr. Laurence’s mansion after he dies.

One of my other headcanons was that since there’s such a strong bender line in the March family, it’s traditional for people to bet on the kind of bender the March children will be when they’re born. Everybody thought Meg would be a firebender like her mom, but they were wrong! Marmee bet firebender again for Jo, and Father March bet airbender. Marmee could just sense the fire quality in Jo. For Beth, Father March guess airbender again and Marmee went with waterbender. Both thought they were wrong for a while until Beth showed signs of airbending. Lastly, for Amy, Marmee bet earthbender and Father March bet firebender. Aunt March obviously bet earthbender every time, and was delighted when she got it right with Amy.

As far as Jo’s character development goes, I think part of her internal conflict comes from how she’s a bit of an out of control firebender at a young age. She’s constantly being told by everyone to tone down her firebending and that it’s very unbecoming of her to be careless and brash, and Jo just feels really stifled by all of the comments. Her big character arc comes when she learns to control her firebending and embrace fire as life, and not as destruction as she’s so often told. 

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Life comes to us fast, one moment we're breathing our first breaths, taking our first steps and then the next moment we're falling in love, witnessing the birth of our first children and grandchildren, our very own buildinrgs rise and flourish, it all happens so fast. Death is a bit different, it comes in tiny incriments, creeping up on us like slinking shadows in the night before seizing us suddenly, oh so suddenly and choking the life out of us. That's how she finds him, craddled in between the jealous and joyous embrace of life and death who are both fighting for his life, for his soul.

"Sir! Sir! Stay with me!" She said as she kneeled beside him, she stayed with him on the dark, glass invested ground of the alley and even as they took him in the ambulance. When he looks back on it, he thinks it's a cruel prank, not the cruelest, but cruel enough. After all she was a nice girl but he was a very, very old God and had fallen on hard times and lack of followers.

So when the cops show up asking how he ended up with his body riddled with gunshot wounds, he refuses to speak with them, asks to speak with a lawyer with a smile on his face, and as his oldest father, the sky God, would have it, she was a lawyer, she stepped silently into the room handing them a business card. The cops, vultures as he likes to call them, back off commenting that they'll be back later. They sit in companionable silence for a moment, she wants him to speak and he lets the silence sink in a bit longer before finally speaking.

"I don't have any money to pay you."

"Pro-bono then." She said and he smirks, it hurts to do so in this weak form. He admits causing trouble on earth is so much easier than it used to be but much, much more dangerous. "Don't move so much. You're hurt, you shouldn't even be awake. It's only been a week."

"Come to finish the job?"

"Hardly."

"And what is your name, I don't believe I ever got it."

"You first."

"Ah, but names have power my beautiful lady lawyer."

"I'm just a lawyer, no need to throw lady in front of it."

"Ah, yes." He said, "So what are you still doing here? You said it's been a week."

"I thought someone would come by, a friend, family maybe."

"Not many of those types floating by these days." He said and sat up slowly, grunting as this human form protested. "That's all? No other reason."

"You're a boy." She said quickly catching the way he batted his eyelashes, painfully slow.

"I am much older than I look." He said.

"As adorable as that notion is, no, if you need help with anything else, let me know." She said and stood up leaving a business card on the desk and headed out the door. She would have left, gone home, went on about her life, making many first experiences with her doting fiance and child but then that man had stormed in. He was a tall, fair skinned, muscular man with red hair, and a scar spreading cross the bridge of his nose. He pushed her out of the way, forcing her out of the room with a rough one armed shove and slamming the door behind him.

"What the fuck did you do!" She heard the man shouting as a nurse helped her up off the floor, they both looked to the door and then to each other and silently agreed to approach it, taking cautious twin steps towards the door. "I'm going to rip off that goddamn head of yours and beat some fucking sense into it!"

"But Tiger, we have guests!" He said as they opened the door, the man known only as Tiger had kicked in the window and was hanging the young man from it, his arms and legs dangling in the breeze as he held him up only by his throat, his fingers clenching around it. Tiger yanked his body inside, like a worthless ragdoll and tossed him onto his spot on the bed where the man was already laughing.

"Next time they won't be here to save you." He left, this time they made way for the man as he pushed through, not sure what he would do if either of them said anything. He paused in the doorway, "Oh, and Anansi."

"Yeah?"

"Find it or I'll find you and I won't be so nice." He said and left the room and the hospital.

"Anansi?" She said as she rushed over to him, the nurse rushed over to make sure he was alright. Helping him lie and stretch out his limbs with minimal pain, the girl was no fool but the nurse was too shaken up to see that all his pain was exaggerated, but the look in his eyes. He thought it was funny, she remembered the way the man had guffawed when Tiger threw him. When the nurse left she stood at the foot of the bed, her arms folded across her chest, it was the same look she gave her son when he had misbehaved. "So how long have you been faking your injuries?"

"Long before you were born."

"No time for the riddles, I want the truth. What the hell did that man want and what the hell is wrong with you?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, your kind never do." He said, his words meaning to cut deeper than they had. She had wore thick skin her entire life and only wanted the truth out of this stranger she had helped.

"Try me."

"Tiger's an old friend, and there's a bit of a war going on right now. We needed, well, I guess you would call it money. The plan was to give them the thing, get the money and steal the thing back later."

"And the thing?"

"Doesn't matter." Anansi said and she heard every bone in his body crack in unison as he stood up, he swung the long locs out of his face. The hospital gown swaying as the wind blew in an unforgivable, cold, Chicago breeze.

"I'm a lawyer, your lawyer, you still have to have your day in court."

"You're not getting it? Are you?" He said staring at her as if her genuine honesty and need to help was laughable, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I sold his soul, and he wants me to find it. And I have no idea where it is or who has it."

"Soul? I've heard a lot of bullshit, and I mean a lot, as a lawyer, but this tops the cake." He said and stared at her for a moment, remaining silent, smirking as he walked to the window.

"I have a soul to find."

"You're not serious. If you don't back your ass away that window..." She said and rushed over to the window but he already had one foot propped up on the ledge.

"My ass and I are out of here, you are welcome to kiss it if you feel so inclined." He said, she reached out grabbing a hold on his gown. "You really thought I'd jump?"

"Are you crazy? Do you have some type of death wish!" She said as he backed away from the ledge.

"No, and no, not really. I do need your help, Tiger will tear me to shreds if I don't retrieve that briefcase."

"I'm not sure the police will just let us walk out of here."

"Fine, we'll fly." Anansi said, there's something amazing about breaking a human's perception of what their minds and body's are capabe of. He looped one of his invisible arms around her waist and clutched her to his chest and slung them out of the window. She doesn't have time to scream, doesn't have time to protest or push away from him which would probably end in her death. They're soaring through the sky, sliding from one invisible web to the next, in through windows and out front doors until they reach the ground. When he looks back into her eyes she's astounded, amazed but most definitely in denial, they always are.

"How did you do that?"

"We've got a long way to go with you, Ms. Lawyer Lady." He said and sat released her and then stared around. "Now pardon me where did you find my body?"

"It's been a week do you think that that briefcase is still there?" She asked.

"No, I don't Ms--"

"Don't call me that."

"Then what do I call you, partner?"

"Justice." She said and he laughed.

"Oh? You're not joking."

"I found you across town where I should have left you." She said and folded her arms across her chest and began to walk.

"C'mon, you have to admit. It's a little funny!" He called out and chased after her.