#tw mentions of abandonment and adoption

[cityofevelynx]

Name: Evelyn Sanvel Age: 31 Gender & Pronouns: Cis female , she/her Place of birth: New York, New York Orientation: Bisexual

Previous occupation : Ex-Spy Skeleton: Alicante Powers : Telekinesis - the ability to use to move objects with one's mind. Zodiac : Aries Height: 5'5"

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Tw - mentions of adoption, abandonment

About Evelyn

When she came into the world, she was sent to the orphanage, her biological parents unable to care for her. She remained at the orphanage until the age of five. She was then adopted into the family Sanvel.

Though the youngest, Evelyn was always aware of her older brother’s place in the family. Growing up, she respected him deeply, viewing him more as a role model than just a sibling. Her relationship with their father, however, was far less ideal. Evelyn sensed how much pressure and responsibility her brother carried because of the family name, a weight that often seemed unbearable. Seeing this, Evelyn pushed herself to go above and beyond, determined to lighten the load in whatever ways she could. This of course didn't amount to much as her parents focused on the oldest. Leaving evelyn out of place.

She was the model student, always seated at the front, often the first to ask questions—even if it sometimes bordered on annoying. With a unique ability to grasp concepts quickly and on a deeper level than most, she developed an early interest in law enforcement, though not in the usual sense; her sights were set on the CIA or FBI.

She had the knowledge; it just needed testing. At only twenty-one, she was sharp, resourceful, and thought outside the box. After college graduation, she entered training at Langley, where she endured long, grueling nights. Her dedication paid off as she quickly rose through the ranks, eventually specializing in undercover operations. The agency had told her she was special, and that her skills were a great addition to the field.

For years, she immersed herself in countless roles, traveling to numerous places along the way. She had a talent for slipping into new identities—undercover names, fabricated backgrounds, and intricate stories were second nature to her.

A senior operative became her mentor and confidante. They shared secrets, sacrifices, and what she believed was an unbreakable trust. What she was doing in her job was for the good of the people right? She was doing what she thought was right.

During a mission, she stumbled upon shocking intel: her senior operative had been selling information to enemy forces, endangering agents’ lives—including her partner’s—just to protect himself and maintain his cover.

He then framed her for espionage, branding her a rogue agent to protect his own reputation. Stripped of her title and hunted by the very agency she served, she narrowly escaped with her life.

Forced into hiding, she adopted a new life in London, swearing to expose his betrayal and tear down the corrupt system that shielded him.

Tidbits

She worked in the medical field in London as a Nurse, and managed that lifestyle while planning her revenge.

She woke up on the ship when she realized she was on an island. She's a bit upset considering she wants to carry out her plan to dismantle the agency that betrayed her.

her powers are activated by anger, and if she focuses on the things she wants to move with her mind. it will slowly happen, she just has to keep practicing.

Personality

Having never known her real parents, she’s always felt a disconnect from the family that raised her. She learned to brush it off, acting as if it hadn’t shaped her. With a strong, no-nonsense demeanor, she’s not someone to be picked on or taken lightly. Sometimes she can come across as blunt or even intimidating, but that’s only because she’s clear about what she wants and has little patience for delays. This fierce independence, though, often makes it hard for her to form close friendships.

[masked-kitsune]

Mlp the next generation

Decided to hop on the trend a while back of making mlp fan kids, the original base and the link will be posted below along with original designs

In order of appearance we have

Cupcake Pie-Sandwich the youngest daughter of Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich

Carmela Apple- Daughter of Applejack and Rarity

Static Storm- Son of Rainbow Dash and Soarin

Comet Shard- Son of Twilight Sparkle and Prince Blueblood (was given up for adoption by Twilight an hour after being born, Blueblood doesn't know he has a son, Comet doesn't know he's royalty, is a unicorn)

Dusty Moore- Son of Fluttershy and Discord (Discord turned him into a batpony to revive him from being a still born since he and Fluttershy had been desperately trying for a child)

Star Seer Apple- Son of Applejack and Rarity and Carmela's twin (was found abandoned outside the Ponyville hospital at only an hour old, Applejack and Rarity agreed to foster him until his birth mother was found, she never was, the Apple family decided to adopt the young zebra and consider him Carmella's twin since they share a birthday)

All six ponies share a birthday, they think it's a coincidence, but in reality it's destiny

Old designs:

I'll post their cutiemarks later

Base:

https://www.deviantart.com/peach-tea-adopts/art/Mlp-Mane-Six-Group-Base-583317251

If anyone wants to give it a read here is the story they star in

https://www.wattpad.com/story/366810806?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=Masky-the-fox

[sparkiekong]

Monitoring Kasha 4/4

All of these things set upon Kasha an increasing urge to flee with Lycara. This urge was nearing a point of no return when she caught a strange scent in the wind and had seen someone meeting in secret with Meena. Kasha sat on the balcony with Lycara cooing and smiling at her.

“I don’t think you’re going to do well with Meena… but I don’t think you’ll do any better with me. I don’t know what to do little one. You’re so small and innocent. Your brothers are already trying to spar with each other while you can barely keep your head up. Maybe you’re just a normal human child?”

Lycara just cooed and smiled at her while tugging on her braids. Kasha shook her head, “I am lost, little one. I need to do something… We could go back to her; she may forgive me now that I can access my form again. She’d be a good mom, I think. Yeah, I think we’re going to go see her. I can’t let you go with Meena… I just can’t. Cat will take good care of you, she did me.” She held onto Lycara tightly while she planned their escape.

[mushroom-for-art]

Wanted to write about Mud and Rosys first meeting since these guys in my brain canon meet and are briefly a something and also Rosy canonically has babens this was always in her brain lore but with the moth squad now becoming a thing I was really intrigued by how that'd affect the original canon. Maple belongs to @cinnatwo I know they're not as present but credit where credit is due

Stormy night panic

Rain heavily thumped and rattled outside splattering against leaves and stones as the weather raged on outside, the wind howling and whipping through the trees causing creaks and haunting whistles.

Alone in a makeshift nest a distressed mew struggled for her breath, her claws scratches into the scattered leaves underneath her scraping on the cold stone as another wave of pain shot through her body.

"HNK", She whimpered loudly curling her toes, 'not here,' she thought, 'not now, please babies please just wait a few more days, I need to get to the other-' "AH-" Her thoughts interrupted by her own short pained yell as discomfort ripped through her.

Her leg throbbed in agony blood oozing from the claw marks that were left deeply inflicted upon her, she couldn't help the trembling, it hurt so much, her tail curled on itself as another pain shot through her, the stress and pain of the attack had sent her body into a panic and now she was giving birth all alone, cold and wet in a strange forest she was unfamiliar with in a nest that wasn't even hers and she hoped was abandoned. She was in too much of a state to even attempt to send out a psychic message to her friends, let alone heal herself, she could feel the warm blood uncomfortably running down her leg no doubt staining her fur. She hoped to any gods listening that nothing could smell her past the heavy rain.

She flinched at a rumble of thunder her shoulders tensing trying to pull herself small as her ears flattened in terror, she was never normally scared of thunder but right now everything was a potential threat, the rumbling could be the returning Tyranitar coming to finish the job, or a landslide that'd trap her in the cave she'd found in the side of this cliff wall. Cave wasn't the right word, it was more like a outcrop with thick vines hanging over the entrance to conceal it.

She wished the others were with her, she wished she was with them. Maple would shove her head under her own chin stubbornly and press close, wrapping her arm over her to hold her tail wrapping around them like a blanket making her feel warm and safe, Moth would lay down nearby and talk to her and tell her everything would be fine. She wiped a little at the tears falling from her eyes from the pain and from missing them she'd really wanted them to be with her for this, she didn't want to be alone.

A flash of lightning outside and Rosys body froze in sheer terror as the flash illuminated a silhouette right outside the vines.

She couldn't breathe her eyes locked forward as a snout pushed between some of the hanging plants parting them and pushing through slowly, another flash, she could make out horns and the skeletal like structure of their face as they slowly came into the outcrop. She couldn't flee in this state even if she wanted to she could've ignored the pain of her leg but all her energy was being redirected into birth leaving her trapped and defenseless as the strange being finally fully entered the space, drops of water dripping off of them as they stared at her with deep blue eyes.

Rosy tried to prickle the fur on her back, to puff up and look bigger but she couldn't, the defiant threatening hiss in her throat turning into breathless whimpers and pained cries as she hiccuped to herself, she didn't want to die here she didn't want her kits to be born just to die either. She wanted her friends.

She didn't hear them move but felt their paw touch her upper leg above her wounds, green warm energy flowed from their touch over her body, she could feel her leg tingling with energy as her wound was healed with the flecks of glittery light illuminating faintly the dark purple muddied fur of the other and the undeniable skull. Their eye shifted from watching her wound to glance at her face before they quickly averted their gaze back to her healing wound.

She watched them flinch as she whimpered again as another labor pain caused her to shake, looking at her in confusion as she trembled. They seemed to scan over her as though trying to find the source of her pain, holding their own paws anxiously as they looked at her, seeming considerably less scary than before.

They seemed to realize though what was causing such issues and she watches them step away.

"W-wait!...wait..please don't leave me…im..im scared." Rosy called out before her voice went quiet and timid. She knew she didn't know this Pokemon. She couldn't even tell what they were but she didn't want to be alone, they showed her kindness and she desperately needed support. They turned their head to regard her as they took a leaf from a vine holding it out into the rain before they came back, she noticed they didn't walk but floated.

They knelt carefully beside her holding the leaf which was now holding water from the rain like a makeshift cup to her offering her a drink. Rosy hadn't even registered her thirst around pain as they carefully held the leaf to help her drink, they left and repeated until Rosy seemed satisfied, choosing to sit, if awkwardly, near her. As the labor got worse they offered their paws out to her and she grasped onto them with one paw squeezing onto them, through the flashes of lightning still raging outside she was starting to make out what they looked like and was starting to suspect what they were.

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In hindsight Mud realized the way he approached the situation may have scared the living daylights out of the birthing mother he found in his nest and had she not already been in labor he might have unintentionally sent her into it. Of course there's probably no right way to go about coming home in the middle of a storm to find a random Pokemon, of your own kind no less, injured and giving birth in your living space so to speak.

He hadn't even intended to come to this nest of his, it was one of many and when the storm hit he was much closer to some others but, he'd felt a pull as though something was off and needed him. He figured subconsciously this other Mew must have been reaching, calling out to anyone close enough to hear, though by the state he found her in, he doubted her message got further than the forest.

She'd passed out not long after the third kitten was born and he was genuinely scared she may have passed on from exhaustion or some unseen wound draining her strength, he was thankful she was still breathing though he was still watching her like a Braviary just to be sure. He'd groomed the gunk off of the last kitten as their mother was unable to and, it was probably the correct thing to do? He wasn't sure he'd not been around others before but back home the Kangaskhan mothers would help one another so he was probably doing something right.

He'd put the last one, who was the runt with a slight kink in their tail that made his heart twinge by their siblings to nurse, his paw rested on their back gently as he felt a level of protectiveness over them before he checked on the mother. She had very lovely fur. It was curled bouncy looking and the yellow highlighting around her cheeks and ears were very charming. She seemed to be doing okay, just tired. The kittens were occupied as well having their first meals. Part of him wanted to go out searching for berries, when she awoke she'd probably be hungry but someone also needed to watch the newborns and protect the nest. The last thing he wanted was some Fearow trying to make off with one of them. He bared his teeth quietly to himself.

For now all he could do was supervise until mom woke up. He slowly took off his protective mask and quietly began to lick the moisture out of his fur. He hated being soaking wet; it made him feel unnecessarily heavy and sluggish, making sure to keep an eye on the triplets.

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Maples tail bristled as she paused mid-flight, her ears twitched to the sides flicking forward and back as her tail fluffed up to its maximum volume and the fur spiked along her spine. Something had happened, and this wasn't like the time Moth set one of his tails alight, this felt, it felt more, not necessarily worse but definitely more.

As she sped onwards to the location they'd agreed upon for their meetup she hoped to god it was just Moth being a fool and that nothing bad had actually happened to either of them, especially not Rosy.

Stretching out her psychic energy she could sense Moth, he was rather far away but slowly approaching as he always did, he was always late to these things even though she KNEW he could fly faster. She scoffed to herself as she searched with her psychic energy for Rosy.

Her signature wasn't moving, off somewhere but from what Maple could gather she was fine, if a bit tired, she assumed it meant Rosy was at the time sleeping to recover from a days flight and judging by the location of her she was in a place where the time zone would be night.

Maple sighed to herself, she must've just sensed something else, maybe a natural disaster that wasn't her problem if Groudon and Kyogure can't sort out their differences well it's Rayquaza's job to stop them isn't it? Not her fault if a few people drown or something.

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ When someone tries to imitate you or take your place 

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Pantalone 

(tw: general mentions of violence and intimacy, swf. Old ask suggested by the lovely @pandaquick, better late than never)

Your position in the Fatui is a much more personal and delicate matter. You are not just some high-rank advisor or soldier idling within the Zapolyarny Palace, nor can you be defined as another Fatuus. You are someone of a different echelon - a Harbinger’s beloved, safeguarded with the utmost honor conferred by Her Majesty the Tsaritsa. It is no secret your significant other would utilize a whole army to protect you, but what happens when someone, in their foolishness, forgets that?

✧ Pierro was the first to notice that someone tried to imitate you. An individual of high status endeavored to emulate your work and areas of expertise. Subsequently, this individual began to adopt aspects of your appearance, from hairstyle to clothing. However, the breaking point occurred when this foolish person attempted to purchase an identical jewelry brooch to the one you frequently wore. It was a similar piece, one gifted to you by Pierro.

Except that imitator missed one important clue - Pierro orders you custom-made silver adorned with deep-cut sapphires that would put the Tsaritsa’s crown into shame. A one of a kind piece.

This cheap attempt to imitate you and usurp your spot was what forced The Jester to abandon his silent observation. His gaze has long caught the envious glances directed towards you whenever you accompanied him on meetings, whenever he linked his arm with yours, whenever he generously kneeled beside you to put his coat over your shoulder and keep you warm from Snezhnaya’s cold - the same individual, always seething with resentment. Thus, it was time for the Director to silently act. 

He kept tabs on this person via a network of spies, gathering intel on their behavior and intentions. And with the most skilled spies raised from the House of the Hearth, it didn't take long to have a whole pile of evidence right on his desk. And with the simple snap of his fingers, he effortlessly orchestrated the apprehension and subsequent banishment of the culprit, sparing no unnecessary words. Hearsay will not be tolerated in the Fatui, but to see some lowly scum tarnish your reputation by cheap mimicry then it’ll be his responsibility to weed out. 

“Pierro, dearest, What's wrong? You seem so deep in thought.” - Your gentle murmur broke The Jester's train of thought. As he lay in bed, your head resting on his chest and his arm draped over you, he reminded himself that he was in the comfort of your love. He doesn't have to mull over the bloodied ordinances when he feels the warmth of your skin underneath the covers.

“Apologies, my divine. It seems my mind was drifting to troubling thoughts. But it no longer matters when you're here.” - Thus, he gently planted a kiss on your forehead and tucked the covers around your body which harbored marks of his devotion earlier that night.

✧ Il Capitano clutched the hilt of his sword in resolution. Something was wrong and he could see it. The Harbinger was in the middle of his morning spar with you, a regular training session where you and the Captain warm up as a routine. He stood in a defensive stance, his movements fluid yet measured as his sword received blow after blow from your weapon. You, on the other hand, moved like a silent tempest, your strikes precise yet frustratingly urgent.

It was unlike you to be so unsteady, noted Capitano to himself, especially when fighting. Despite the unspoken patience, an undercurrent of concealed despondency and anger laced your body language. 

“Alright, my dear, I can feel your unease. What troubles your heart?” 

You shook your head, panting as you almost faltered. You insisted on continuing the training session, but it was clear your brave facade was almost crumbling. 

“It would be foolish to continue. And I care about your well-being. Please, confide in me, my beloved.”

You tried, you really did. But before you know it, your lips pursed into a thin line and a flood of tears escaped the moment you shakily lowered your weapon. Now the Captain was on full alert, rushing towards you and gently supporting you before you could hide your tearful face in shame. With an arm around your trembling form and much persuasion - you relented and shared the source of your frustration. A newly enlisted soldier had undergone thorough training under the tutelage of Il Capitano, and their impressive advancement was unmistakably evident in their unwavering dedication. However, this individual began to devote more time to the Captain, delving into military intelligence and climbing the ranks. You genuinely felt joy for the new recruit, truly. Yet in timid humiliation, you had to confess you felt obsolete as if your power alone wasn’t enough for a harbinger of his caliber and ranks.

“Ah, my dear, you are far from weak. My time with the trainees is merely a duty, a part of my job as the 1st Harbinger. But when it comes to you, my dear, your might and wisdom are incomparable. You don’t deserve my ranks, you deserve my life laid before you.”

But whatever gentle words of affection were coming out of the Captain, your next words of truth made him halt at once. “... At least, that’s what the recruit told me when we spoke. That I'm weak.” 

“...What did you say?” 

The gentle armored hand on your shoulder now tightened in restrained anger, fury flaring within his chest. Capitano now understood: your tears, your sudden insecurity, your doubt, your silence… It wasn’t coincidental. This recruit who was so conveniently rising in the ranks made sure to aim not just for the Harbinger. Specifically, you; to sow self-doubt onto you and hinder your precious relationship. Someone was deliberately bullying you.

You looked up at Capitano’s dreadful silence, asking him what was wrong.

“It… seems, my dear, someone has crossed an unforgivable line. One that would cost them their life dearly. And I am to blame for not noticing when harm and doubt came your way. I must amend this transgression for your forgiveness.”

You blinked in response, not having time to comprehend the severity of his words; It’s hard to respond when your beloved suddenly kneels and bows like a knight on duty. In the end, Capitano ushered you to take a day off and let your mind rest easy.

The next day, Capitano returned home early but was eerily silent once more. He stayed with you the whole day, like a hawk overlooking his nest, his arms crossed but his touch gentle. Although he claimed nothing was wrong, you received news that certain recruits were gone, and any upcoming soldiers that would come into his care would receive even stricter training from now on. That day, you wondered why some Fatui soldiers feared talking to you. Not to mention the armor around Capitano’s knuckles seemed faintly red-tinted.

The Fatui organization was a constant battle of powers and ranks. But to climb the ladder and meddle with the life of The Captain was a personal offense, one that would result in quick and unapologetic bloodshed. Nevertheless, he made sure to remind his soldiers about that. 

✧ When one of the folks working under Il Dottore as a lab analyst approached you, you didn’t expect them to call you names so suddenly. You stood there, confused and apprehensive at the sudden barrage of insults from the stranger. But they explained:

“You don’t do anything when helping during research, you know! I don’t even know how The 2nd tolerates you when you’re this useless. I’ll tell you what, quit your special-treatment act, and don’t come back to the lab. The Doctor is better off with someone of his level of intellect.”

You didn’t fight or defend yourself, you didn’t even insult the assistant. Instead, you smiled simply  - “Very well, I won’t. Good luck.”

That day, you turned and left. The frustrated lab analyst was left in confusion but thought they succeeded in eliminating the only obstacle left to get closer to the elusive yet powerful Harbinger. After all, what the hell do you even do at his lab? You exchange a few words with Dottore, maybe sporadically point at what to do, and remain seated in the back, resting as if you were the Tsaritsa herself. The audacity. How come Il Dottore never kicked you out?

Well, it didn't take long for this person to find out.

The next day, naturally, Dottore couldn’t find you when he proceeded with work. You were neither at his study, nor at the lab, nor at your favorite corner of the library. It was barely noon, and receiving your warm greetings was his routine. And the Doctor always follows the agenda.

“Where are they?” 

His question was brief but pointed, and his subordinates knew exactly who he was referring to. They could sense the tension in his voice. The only individual privy to the reason for your absence smirked smugly and responded.

“Hmph. It seems they decided not to come, Lord Harbinger Dottore.”

That was their first mistake because The Doctor caught on to the haughty smirk coming from his new analyst.

“And you know so certainly how?” - he quickly gestured to a nearby Fatui servant with a flick of his wrist. “Send in servants to check in on my behalf. I wasn’t informed. If my darling is feeling tired or unwell, bring their preferred refreshment immediately, and ensure it is warm.”

However, this displeased the new lab assistant, as even while you were away, Dottore was still dotting on you as if it was his second nature to do so while he was busy with work. Thus, they cleared their throat and spoke up:

“They… barely accomplished anything in your presence, doctor. So I advised them to leave, to which they agreed. Pretty straightforward, s-sir.” 

“Oh? Did you, now” - A burning rage, like never before, flared up within Il Dottore. With clenched teeth and a rigid jaw, his voice oozed with venom. But any seasoned lackey working under Dottore knew that this was the calm before the storm. Because soon, an echo of shattering vials and slammed objects would ring out from the laboratory. And in your absence, nothing would prevent the doctor from showing a bit of despotism. 

Much later that evening, after everything was set and done, the servants informed him of your whereabouts. Il Dottore briskly made his way through the Zapolyarny Palace to find you. Spotting you tucked away in a secluded nook of the palace, he hastened over, anxious to ensure your well-being, fearing you might’ve withdrawn due to the influence of some blabbering lowlife. 

“Dear! There you are… No one has the right to speak to you like that ever. Are you alright? My dearest, why did you not tell me immediately?! I would’ve-”

Dottore’s frustrated rambles come to a halt when you place a finger on his lips to shush him. You didn’t look despaired, in fact, you looked calm - “Zandik? Did you have another tantrum in your lab while I was absent?”

The doctor gulped, remembering his place. Calming his senses, he placed his hands on your waist and ushered you closer to his arms.

“... Perhaps. But I had to. How could I be certain that no one had harmed you? Why did you comply with that impudent fool? You should’ve gone to me first.”

“Well, it was unpleasant to hear the insults, sure. But…" - you glanced apologetically and a knowing smile returned to your lips. "I knew you'd find out and deal with the issue very quickly." 

✧ You and Pantalone were an odd couple. You didn't hail from a rich background, nor were you well-versed in the art of business and finance. You were more proficient in adventuring, your travels taking you to all sorts of journeys and commissions, a polar opposite from your beloved Pantalone. This led to raised eyebrows among the aristocrats of Snezhnaya. How can the richest man of Teyvat, who lives and works in prestige, be associated with such a simple person as you? For some, this gave the impression that they had a better chance of winning him over.

Thus, once upon a night, Pantalone was invited to a luxurious soirée. Here he was, clad in his finest suit, silver rings complementing his equally expensive optics. But to the Regrator, the jewelry adorning him was the least of his concerns - because you were the most precious gem in this gala. You accompanied him, although reluctantly, feeling out of place amidst the grand assembly of extravagant guests and the languid orchestra.

“Pantalone, do we have to…? I know you said this is not a business party, but there are so many guests already lining up to talk to you.” 

“Oh do not fret, my sweet. Evening galas like these are where the real negotiation and connections entail. But I know the details bore you, so I promise we won't stick here for too long. Besides, I get to introduce you as my one and only!”

That's exactly what you were afraid of. As a company of some esteemed noble ladies adorning elegant gowns, you had difficulties matching Pantalone’s polite smile. Overwhelmed by the scrutinizing gazes of some guests, you politely excused yourself to the bathroom. Pantalone was concerned, thinking of following you, but that was exactly what the guests wanted. 

You spent a long while by the hallway alone, trying to stabilize your breathing. The muttering of guests enjoying drinks and strolling was faint, but you could hear some people nearby:

“How can the 9th be with someone like them…? Surely it’s a joke.”

“A charming, rich man like him, and he can have anyone he desires. Yet he wastes his time on a simpleton?”

“Someone was definitely in it for the Mora, maybe he hasn’t seen real class. Quick, let’s go talk to him while he is alone.”

You stood with your back to a wall, and for the first time, uncertainty crept in. With fists clenched by your side, you reprimanded yourself that you are not alone. You came here with your significant other - and he, above all else, knows that gossip has no place in your shared private life. Hence, gathering up your courage, you raise your head high and strode back into the gala.

Pantalone, unfortunately yet expectedly, was surrounded by the same foul-mouthed nobles who wished to impress him. They prattled on about his financial success, while ladies fanned their folding fans and stood too close for his comfort. While they humored him, The Regrator cast hurried glances around the gala in search of you. Where are you?

“Lord Harbinger, may we offer you more champagne? I am sure this expensive bottle is up to your taste.”

The 9th attempted to hide his frown at the woman's tone, his stomach unwilling to ingest any drink some excessively elaborate name. “No thank you, I’d rather decline. I am waiting for my dear. I promised her a dance later this evening.”

“Oh, please sir, I insist. The night is young and there is plenty more for-” 

Before the woman could continue, your voice cut through the air; calm, yet unmistakably firm. “He said no. Simple enough to understand.”  

A hush fell over the gathered guests, the weight of your words settling like a sudden gust. Only Pantalone beamed with a genuine smile. “Ah, dear! There you are,”. The Harbinger was about to step back towards you, when the same lady suddenly blocked his path, her back facing him while her tone edged with defiance.

“I beg your pardon, but I’m afraid the question is directed towards Lord Harbinger Pantalone. I am sure you wouldn't know the pleasure of tasting a 500,000 Mora champagne from Fontaine.”

You recognized the snark in her tone directed towards you, and you couldn’t deny the anxiety twisting in your gut as eyes narrowed in your direction. However, with a shake of your head, you reminded yourself who you truly are and simply said: “Sheesh, lady, you spend that much on a drink that tastes worse than sparkling water? To each their own, I presume”

Her smile vanished. The guests stared in stunned silence, but it was Pantalone’s genuine laughter that pierced the tension. The sound was rich and real—because only he knew how adept you were at humbling an overconfident aristocrat with a dose of blunt truth. That’s how Pantalone managed to push through the crowd and circle his arm back around your waist, leaving the astonished onlookers behind.

“Ah dear, you’re a savior. I apologize I dragged us into this unpleasant company…” - he confined to you apologetically as you two walked away. “You always knew how to be sincere in your honest way.”

“It’s not like I meant to pick up a fight…" - you sighed. "I simply couldn't bear the humiliation, Pantalone. I'm aware that some people give me strange looks when I'm with you. They regard me as if I'm some peasant standing next to a powerful Fatui harbinger. That I'm nothing. That's why I couldn’t just hide, I had to step up to defend myself.”

“Oh, darling… My sweet, precious darling.” - The two of you left the manor that hosted the soiree, the chill night breeze muting the faint sound of guests and replacing it with a symphony of cricket noise from the garden nearby. Pantalone's fingers intertwined with yours.

"You are not just 'nothing' - you're my everything. You did not come from riches, and neither did I. You of all people know that. Would I really hold respect for some rich fool who didn't know an ounce of hardship when Mora was all they had since birth? No, dear, I wouldn't."

With a tender hand, he rested his palm on your waist, gently guiding you along the cobblestone path as if leading you into a slow waltz by garden roses in the night.

"Besides, you should never be ashamed to seek out my help. Although I must admit... Your tone earlier - oh my. Use it on me more often, darling. I wouldn't mind." 

[fenrirswood-hq]

meet SERAPHINE "SENA" DE BELAY-CANDELLA

Hey, isn’t that SERAPHINE “SENA” DE BELAY-CANDELLA. I thought they went away for the summer? Did you hear they might be a HUMAN. What I do know for certain is that they’re 30, and they’re AGILE and RIGOROUS. They’re originally from SEVILLE, SPAIN and have been in FENRIRSWOOD for 3 MONTHS living in SUNE’S HARBOUR. I wonder if they still work in CASINOS as a PROFESSIONAL POKER PlAYER. Best if they stay safe for now.

Growing up, Seraphine was surrounded by love as the daughter of an orphaned Ukrainian woman and Ethiopian adoptee. The librarian and art history professor made certain of it, but she always felt out of place in Spain. It was a pillar of lost identity that began well before her birth with her parents; it was a branch cut from its tree, yet roots sprouted from that twig. A strong foundation had been built before her story began, founded on acceptance, losses, discoveries, traumas, acceptances, and gratitude. Her parents put in the work for her. While her father had to learn to style his own hair, he taught her how to care for hers, and while her mother had no one to turn to about menstrual care, the same could not be said about Sepphie. Still, it was plain to see that her skin color was in the minority in Spain, and she had to live with certain views placed upon her.

Ballet seemed to exemplify that difference, but at the young age of 2, she never noticed it. She was merely another ballerina princess. It started with dance classes for mamás y bebés and developed into a big part of her childhood until it wasn't. The demand grew. The pressure. Never able to wear pointe shoes or tights that matched her skin tone, she grew up feeling unaccepted by her instructor and peers, and thus, feelings of inadequacy set in. Dread. Then, it grew to have been a while since Sepphie last enjoyed doing ballet. Instead, she burrowed in the library her mother worked, reading Lovecraftian tales. Dance wasn't at the forefront anymore. All of it came to a head at age 12. The Summer Olympic Games were on, and she oohed and ahhed at the gymnasts. There's where she found love in the sport, and the switch was made. It was right around the time her parents adopted her sibling.

Right as she found her footing as an older sister and gymnast, at 16, her father took up the career opportunity to teach at a top-ranking university in the UK and moved the whole family there. Here, she started to go by Sena, and it's where her love for the performing arts bloomed once more. It felt as though she had a clean slate. Still, during the summers, they'd return to Spain to visit her ever-loving grandparents for a week or two. After finishing secondary school and earning awards for her gymnastics, she went on to get her OND, but after being scouted, she left uni to join a traveling circus as an acrobat.

The atmosphere was unparalleled. It felt almost nostalgic, and a whole new world opened up to her, one of witches and werewolves. Oh my. Hints of their existence dripped and dropped, and before she knew it, nights would be spent playing poker with her circus family in their downtime. As her skill level increased, they'd groan whenever she joined, claiming it was her luck. Though, it was all about heuristics to Sena. Eventually, she began visiting nearby casinos, wherever the circus set up shop.

Years went on, and her heart began to race for a special someone. People would say it was only a matter of time, and maybe it was. They didn't plan to take their relationship to the next level, but they weren't exactly being safe about things either. They let nature take its course, and soon, she was expecting. The birth was a complicated one. It was a complete nightmare, and one week later, she and her partner left the hospital with empty arms and a deep wound. They became a balancing act after that. Deciding to give her body and mind some rest, she left the circus, her touchstone, and went full-in on poker. Sena numbed herself, playing it cool, but when she received a call about her sibling missing in Fenrir's Wood, her cage was rattled. Without hesitation, she packed her bags and moved into a hotel, visiting the nearby hospital for any sign of them.

Played by Ari. Portrayed by Berta Yázquez.

[white-poppie]

OUR YOUTH

⎯⎯ MINI-SERIES MASTERLIST

✶ pairing: s.suguru x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: You were young, dumb and so in love. There was always this adrenaline rush when you and Suguru were together; harmony, romance and protection. Fate, you called it. Our youth ⎯ you cherished it. But every high ends doesn't it? When Suguru left; the sorcerer society and you, Shoko and Satoru. And you were left with the weight of more than what you could carry. Decisions of your youth, testament of your love.

✶ tw: sexual intercourse <not really explicit, but I'll tag it as smut> heartbreak, abandonment, !!mentions of pregnancy and abortion!!, crying (a lot of it), panic attacks, lactation, post-partum, adoption, self-loathing, su!c!dal ideation, jealousy, mentions of suguru's twisted ideals of a perfect jujutsu society, super cute baby-girl (warning because so much cuteness bad for heart)

✶ taglist (comment under this post or any part to be added)

✶ PLAYLIST

Will have an happy-ending !

ᯓ ✶ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

── Chapter 1 : Our Youth

── Chapter 2 : Moon Child

── Chapter 3 : The perfect world

(header credit : raonnni on twitter)

[bizbat]

Kill for Her - Jason Todd x Reader - 1

🕸️Spiderverse Masterlist🕸️

🐼JJK Masterlist🐼

~ Fem terms used for reader.

~ Mild smut alluded to but nothing explicit.

~ Reader's appearance is not described.

~ Parts one, two, three, and four, as well as my other works, can be found here!

~ Also please lmk how i can improve the masterlist if you do end up checking out my other works!!! (:

~ Thank you so, so much for everyone who requested more crazy jason! ILLYYYY (p.s. thank you for being so patient with this, ik it took forever omg)

~ Wc: 1.4k

~ Tw: (Very) Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics and All that Comes with it, Mentions of Having Children, Jason Todd is Not a Good Person in this, Pet Names, Nausea, Angst, Blood and Violence, Variety in Themes, Cringe maybe (lmk)

"Break up?" You think you can just "break up" with Jason Peter "I've never been in a real relationship bc I died as a teenager and I have serious deep running abandonment issues stemming from my more than troubled childhood" Todd?

Funny.

Real funny.

But yk what he doesn't think he really likes that joke and maybe you should actually never tell it again, okay? ((:

It doesn't matter what way you try to approach the subject. Kind, playing into his delusions about being a real couple? You're overthinking things, but that's fine, he loves you anyways.

Yelling, crying, screaming for him to get the fuck out of your home and go die? You're probably just being dramatic, but that's okay, you're sassy, he's sassy, match made in heaven!

The man is kookoo. He genuinely believes that you're destined to get married to each other and either have or adopt a ton of children and he's gonna be the best dad ever and you'll be a wonderful mom ever and blah blah blah blah.

And I've barely scratched the surface of all his crazy, it runs deep.

~ Drabble Starts Here. ~

He'd kill for you. Without a doubt.

He's always figured, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he might have to go back on his word to Bruce for your sake, that he might have to further stain his own soul and hands to keep yours clean, to protect you, to protect your relationship. It's not something he's too particularly worried about, to him, you might as well be the only living person on the planet anyways. Don't get him wrong, he loves his family, to the moon and back and more (don't tell them that), but if there were two people left on the planet, and one of them was you, and the other was him, he thinks the world might finally be fair. That life might finally be kind to him.

And with reasoning like that, whispered into your hair at night when he thinks you're asleep, how could you be so cruel as to break his heart? How could you when he begs, begs you not to see how evil he thinks he is at night when he's been up too late and his brain starts to tell him cruel things about himself? When he brings you a gift every time he sees you. Granted, they're stolen, and granted, he broke into your home. But they're exemplary of his devotion to you nonetheless. Or at least that's how you see it, that's how you see him.

It's true, Jason has lived a life more than deserving of pity, of kindness and support. That's part of why you feel nauseous right now, your hands, slightly clammy, nervously wring the hem of the shirt you're wearing. It's big on you, hanging down past your thighs. You can't remember if it's his or yours. Your tongue feels too big in your mouth, and your knee is bouncing so much you're sure the muscles in your calf are well defined by now.

The reason you feel so ill as you wait for him at 12:48 AM, your eyes flicking back and forth between the clock on your phone and your TV currently playing reruns, is because tonight is the end of it. The end of Jason breaking into your apartment with a spare key he had made without your knowledge, or your window when you switch your lock for the umpteenth time. The end of you waking up next to him in your bed when you know he wasn't there when you went to sleep. The end of his overly personal nicknames that allude to a relationship you've told him time and time again that you Do. Not. Have.

Tonight you're "breaking up with" Jason Todd. If you weren't on edge you might laugh at the thought. You and Jason have (at least in your adamant opinion) never agreed to date. He never asked you out, he just started, well, acting the way he acts; breaking into your home, stealing random articles of clothing that he has a particular interest in, acting like your boyfriend. But it's been months. You're tired.

"Jason!" You say, surprised at his sudden appearance. You guess you got too caught up in your thoughts. He smells like metal. You're worried about what he might've been getting up to, but that's not your main focus at the moment.

He hears your voice sing his name as he walks into your shared apartment, through the door this time. He knows how much you hate it when he comes in through the window. He's happy to see you, albeit a little surprised, you're usually asleep by this time. You must've stayed up for him, a smile rises to his lips at the thought. "Hiya doll, what're you doing up so late?" He's clearly exhausted, even though he's turning in relatively early, it now being 1:29, he's already had a long, long night. A long, painful, violent night.

All he wants right now is to lay beside you, to rest his head on your chest and hear your heartbeat. It's his second favorite sound in the world. The first being those gorgeous noises you make when he's got his head between your thighs and your fingers in his hair-

He's pulled from his thoughts at the sight of your lip tucked between your teeth, the worry on your face more than evident. His smile drops as he hangs up his signature leather jacket on the coat rack beside the door, and slowly makes his way over to you. "You okay, doll? What's wrong?" He asks you with such sincerity, like he really does care. And the worst part is you know he does.

"We . . . we need to talk, Jason." He can hear how nervous you are just by the way your voice quivers as you address him. It always makes his heart hurt when he hears that. You avert your gaze, unable to look at him at this moment. You breathe deeply, trying to calm your heart and quell the bile fighting to come out. You need to do this, and you need to do it now. "I . . ." You barely manage to warble out, clenching your jaw before bracing yourself. "I want to break up with you Jason." You say after taking a deep breath through your nose.

This is it, you did it. You can feel the saline tears rising to your waterline, but you aren't sad at all. You swallow the massive lump in your throat as you wait for his response, your hands furiously gripping your shirt, an unreadable expression on his face. He just . . . stares for a moment. He doesn't blink, he doesn't frown, he doesn't start sobbing, fall to his knees, beg you to change your mind.

He doesn't do anything. The longer his stillness goes on, the more and more your confidence deteriorates. Your shoulders drop from their tense state, your lip quivers, and your ears ring from how dead silent the room seems to be. "Jason . . ." He's barely blinking, his head slightly cocked, his hands limply dangling at his sides. "I said," You clear your throat, not favoring how weak you sound. "I said I want to break up with you. I don't want to date you anymore." You know he heard you, but you repeat yourself nonetheless.

The longer the two of you sit in silence, the harder it is to stomach it. Your hands shake as they grip your shirt, the fabric wrinkles in your tight grasp, your chest feels like all of your ribs have turned into snakes and started squeezing and constricting around your pounding heart. His eyes pierce your soul, the usually deep pits now shallow and glassy. Eventually, the second that he sees a single drop of water fall down your cheek he seems to snap out of it.

The life, the color returns to his face and eyes, as if he was just woken out of a deep trance at the mere sight of your tears. Then, perhaps most disturbingly, he laughs. A cold, icy chuckle that slides off his vocal cords and freezes the room. It sounds almost plastic, rehearsed, like he's practiced it in the mirror hundreds of times in preparation for moments like this. "That . . ." he wheezes between bouts of fake laughter. "That was really funny, babe, you almost had me there."

Jason runs a hand through his hair, disguising the act as if he's trying to gather himself when really, he's resisting the urge to grip on the strands of inky black until they rip from his scalp. He's still pretending to collect himself as he slips past your form, still standing almost perfectly still, into your room. You don't even remember the rest of the night. You don't remember what either of you said, what either of you did, all you remember is following him into the room, being coaxed into bed, and resting your swirling head on his chest as his arms wrapped so, so tightly around your shoulders.

Jason doesn't sleep well that night, even with you safely tucked into his arms. It was a joke, it was a joke, it was a joke. That's what he tells himself. Over and over in his head, bouncing off the walls of his skull; it was a joke, it was a joke, it was a joke. It must be, it has to be. His sweet Y/n, who knows what he's been through, who knows he's never had anything, and anything he has ever had was ripped from his hands, his Y/n would never be so cruel.

She'd never leave him. He couldn't let her. Not when he'd die for her, not when he'd kill for her.

[pttwice]

forever (2)

|| littleautistic!dahyun, cg!satzu ||

tw: mentions of abuse, abandonment, and violence

The first 24 hours with Dahyun were fairly easy. Since she was out on her own for so long, fighting to get even a few minutes of restless sleep in the freezing cold, she finally slept. She would wake up to inhale whatever Tzuyu made, pet the dogs for a few minutes, then fall asleep on the couch again.

Tzuyu kept to herself for the first 24 hours. She knew that Dahyun was just barely okay with Sana being near her and she didn't want to make the girl anymore uncomfortable than she already was.

When Sana blew through the front door of their home with a sleeping little girl in her arms, Tzuyu didn't know what to think. She looked at Sana, wide-eyed and extremely confused. Sana just gave her a look that Tzuyu read as 'I'll explain everything later'.

"She was just sitting underneath that big willow tree?" Tzuyu asked as she sunk back into the couch. Sana nodded, a big sigh leaving her as she ran her hand through her hair.

"I just... I can't believe she was out there. I don't even know her name." Sana looked up at her wife. She was on the verge of tears, but she was afraid that if she started crying, she'd wake the little girl up. Sana knew that she desperately needed sleep. "She was so bony."

Tzuyu reached beside her, gently squeezing Sana's hand. "That little coat she had on must have made her look bigger than she is."

Sana nodded in agreement. When she laid Dahyun down on the bed and took her coat of, she had to cover her hand with her mouth to muffle her gasp. Not only was Dahyun dangerously thin, she also had scars and faded bruises littering her body. It took everything in Sana to not breakdown and just put Dahyun in one of her t-shirts and tuck her in bed.

Dahyun looks out the back door leading into Sana and Tzuyu's yard. It's covered in a thick blanket of snow, Kaya and Butter's pawprints scattered around. She jumps a bit when she hears the floor creak in the kitchen and scoots closer to the door.

Sana's noticed in the few hours that Dahyun's actually been awake that she's sat close to the back door or the front door. She's not too sure why the little girl's decided to camp out by the doors, but she has a sinking feeling in her gut.

"Hey, Dahyun?"

Dahyun turns around slowly, wrapping her arms around her knees that she has pulled up to her chin. She's so skinny and her eyes carry a sadness that Sana's never seen in a child of her age, whatever it may be.

"Do you want to draw with me some more?" Sana kneels down by Dahyun, making sure to stay a safe distance away. Kaya hears Sana's voice and trots in from the hallway, nuzzling against Dahyun's arm.

The pups are sweet, but Sana's never seen them warm up to anyone this fast. Even when Tzuyu adopted them, they were a little skittish around her for the first few weeks.

Dahyun looks down at the crayons and paper that Sana set down. She notices that these crayons are different. They're fatter than the ones she used with Sana yesterday to draw.

Dahyun reaches her hand out, her fingers wrapping around an orange crayon. She pulls a piece of printer paper towards her and starts to color. Sana watches her for a few seconds before she starts on her own paper.

It's quiet for a few minutes. Kaya's soft snores and crayons on paper fill the cozy space by the back door. Butter stretches himself out on the couch, seemingly enjoying having it all to himself for a little while.

"Do you know how old I am, Dahyun?" Sana suddenly asks, her voice soft as she looks down at the little girl.

Dahyun shakes her head, her eyes focused on her drawing. It's filled with stick figures and a little black blob she assumes is Kaya.

Sana flips her drawing over and writes out a large 28 with a purple crayon. She holds it up, patiently waiting as Dahyun looks up at her. "Do you know what this number is?"

Dahyun looks at the shape of the numbers, thinking hard. She loves numbers and sometimes they're the only thing that keep her going when she's walking alone at night. She'll count the number of buildings she passes or the the tiles on the sidewalk.

Sana figures that Dahyun doesn't know how to count, or she just doesn't know how to count so high. She's surprised when Dahyun flips her own drawing over, writing down a large, wobbly, backwards 5 with her green crayon. She shyly turns it around for Sana to see.

"Is that how old you are?" Sana asks, her chest tightening. She forces herself to tamp down the sadness she can feel bubbling up inside of her.

Looking down at her paper again, Dahyun nods a little. “Fi-five” She thinks she's five. She likes the number and it sounds right. She doesn't really remember if she's five or not, but it's a good shape for a number.

//

Dahyun seems content just drawing. She doesn't know the last time she was able to sit and draw. Usually she's worrying about whether or not she'll be able to eat and making sure that no one sees her unless she wants to be seen.

She can hear the hushed whispers from Sana and Tzuyu in the kitchen, but she doesn't put much thought into it. Kaya hasn't left her side and she likes that. She likes how soft her fur is and she likes the feeling of her head on her legs.

In the kitchen, Tzuyu squeezes her work phone so hard that Sana's afraid she might break it. Sana keeps her hand on her wife's waist, hoping to keep her grounded and avoid an outburst. She can't hear the person Tzuyu's talking to but based on her wife's expressions, she knows it can't be good.

Tzuyu sets her head down on the kitchen counter once she hangs up the phone. She takes a deep breath in, her hands gripping the edge of the counter tightly.

"Who was that?" Sana asks, cautious to not cause any further turmoil for her wife.

"The head sergeant in the Youth Investigation unit." Tzuyu keeps her head on the kitchen counter, the cool granite helping to calm her nerves slightly. "He asked around at other Youth Investigation units and apparently she's been floating around since she was two." Tzuyu has to stop, her head suddenly spinning as she says the words out loud.

"She's not from Andong, is she?" Sana sits down when Tzuyu shakes her head. She leans her head on Tzuyu's shoulder, exhaling shakily.

"She's... she's like a little ghost," Tzuyu starts. "No one knows where she came from. She's not on file at our precinct and none within a twenty mile radius either."

"But you said they were able to find a surname for her."

Tzuyu rubs her hands over her face, stress evident as she stands up. "It doesn't help when the surname is Kim and who even knows if it's still actually connected to anyone she knows?"

Sana knows that Tzuyu's just frustrated, but she rolls her eyes at her wife when she hears Dahyun's whimper from the living room. She gets up, slowly walking in to try and find Dahyun. Kaya and Butter are both on the couch, their ears perked as they look in the direction of the TV.

"Sweetie?" Sana kneels, shuffling forward to look behind the TV. Dahyun's somehow managed to step over all the wires and wedge herself behind the entertainment center that's holding the TV. "Oh, Dahyun," Sana sighs, her heart breaking as the little girl trembles against the mess of wires on the floor.

//

By the time Sana manages to coax Dahyun from behind the entertainment system, Tzuyu's been gone for an hour. She decided to go to the precinct to try and find any information about the poor girl. She hates leaving Sana to take care of her, but based off the reaction she had, she's not exactly welcome in her home.

Sana sits with Dahyun in the guest room, a blanket underneath them and a blanket wrapped around Dahyun's shoulders. Sana pulls out the the first drawing she made and points to the house that was violently scribbled over with a black crayon.

"Do you think you can tell me a little about this?"

Sana's not sure if it's her demeanor, her experience teaching, or the fact that she's the only person who's given Dahyun positive attention in who knows how long, but she's surprised when the little girl nods. It's a hesitant and unsure nod, but she grabs a blank piece of paper from Sana's side and a few crayons.

Sana watches as Dahyun's little hands grip the fat crayons, the shapes and figures a little hard to decipher as she draws them. Sana wishes that Dahyun could talk, but she has a feeling that's not something Dahyun will do for a very long time.

Thanks to her teaching experience over the past almost 9 years, she's seen so many kids who act the same way Dahyun acts. The trauma Sana's sure Dahyun's experienced, only exacerbates what she thinks may be autism. She's caught Dahyun a few times just staring at the clock, watching the numbers slowly tick by. The only thing that would draw her attention away would be a loud noise or the sound of someone getting even remotely close to her.

Dahyun sets her crayons down and sits back, pulling her blanket tighter around herself. She likes that it's warm. She really wanted to be warm and now that she is warm, she can't really remember the last time she wasn't warm.

"Do you think you could point to the things in the picture for me, sweetheart?"

Sana's smile is very pretty. It makes Dahyun feel warm inside and it makes her feel almost... safe. She picks up her picture and points to a house similar to the one in the first picture. The house itself is still blacked out, but this time time there's a little girl, a woman, and a few men. The woman has a red 'x' drawn over her and the men have red drawn around them.

The next part of Dahyun's picture is another little girl, a couple little boys, and more men with red drawn around them. Sana's not sure how to interpret either of the things that Dahyun's shown her so far so she stays quiet. She lets Dahyun finish before she tries to ask any questions.

Again Sana's not confident that everything is in chronological order, but she does get a little more out of this picture than the first one. The first picture was drawn out of pure fear and anger. This one is still sad, but everything's a little more clear.

//

By the time Tzuyu gets back from the precinct, Dahyun's in bed. Sana put Kaya and Butter with her, knowing that they give her a bit more security. She sits in the living room, making sure that if Dahyun gets scared that she can at least make an attempt to calm her down.

Sana really wants to try to get her in the bath or a shower tomorrow, but she's got a feeling that Dahyun won't like being in the water.

"Hey, baby," Tzuyu says as she sits beside her wife. She pulls Sana out of her own head and presses a gentle kiss to her cheek. "How's she doing?"

Sana looks at the guest room door down the hall before leaning forward to pick Dahyun's drawing up off the coffee table. She sets it on Tzuyu's lap and lays back into the couch.

"This looks... scary." Tzuyu's eyebrows raise as her eyes trace over each of the drawings in Dahyun's picture. Red and black are the most heavily used colors and they seem to be in every drawing, even the one with a little white dog.

"I tried my best to piece things together," Sana says through a sigh. She leans her head against Tzuyu's shoulder and points to the first drawing that Dahyun had shown her. "I have a really bad feeling that's her mom."

Tzuyu is hesitant to agree only because she knows Sana's right. In every drawing on the picture, the little girl is the same. She's got long black hair and a frown on her face. That must be Dahyun. "Do you think her mom died?"

Sana slowly nods, a lump starting to form in her throat. She forces herself to take a deep breath so she can try to explain more of the picture. "I just can't wrap my head around this timeline," Sana whispers. "Sometimes there's these men, sometimes there's other kids, and sometimes it's just the little girl."

Tzuyu shakes her head, unsure of what to think about Dahyun's picture. She sets it down on the coffee table and rubs her eyes with the heels of her palms. "I think I may have been able to find where she came from before she came to Andong."

Sana looks at her wife with fearful eyes. She desperately wants to know more about this little girl, but she also doesn't want to be terrified for her.

"Mokpo," Tzuyu says sadly. "I don't even know how she managed to get up here. She had to have been passed around a few times, but I can't connect anything."

Sana closes her eyes and lays her head on the back of the couch. She feels like she's going to be sick the more she learns about Dahyun. "I was able to talk to child services today," Sana breathes out.

"Did they know anything?"

Sana shakes her head. "They just told me that they'll stop by so we can talk about her situation and what to do with her. I don't... I don't think she has anyone."

//

“What did the case worker say?” Tzuyu sits down beside Sana, ruffling Butter’s fur as she watches the little girl draw by the back door.

Sana lets out a small sigh and shakes her head. “Not a lot. She’s never seen her before. I talked to her for a bit though, and she said that as long as Dahyun's safe with us, then we can keep watch of her until more is found out about her.”

Sana isn’t elated at the thought of having Dahyun for longer, but she's not upset either. She just wishes that she had some more information about the girl so she could take care of her better, but she hopes that with time maybe Dahyun will open up.

“Did she get freaked out when she came in?”

Sana shakes her head, still surprised how smoothly the interaction went.

The case worker came by and despite there being a completely new person near her, Dahyun did well all things considered. She didn’t say much of anything to the case worker, but when she asked Dahyun about her pictures, the girl answered.

“Who is this, Dahyun?”

Dahyun looked at the picture with the woman, a big ‘X’ drawn over her. “Uhm… mommy.”

The case worker nodded, mentally taking a note. “Is mommy gone? Is that why there’s an ‘X’ on her?”

Dahyun’s face dropped at this. Her lip quivered and she stood up. She walked over to Kaya, who was asleep by the front door, and laid beside him, tucking herself into a ball. Dahyun didn’t remember much about her mommy and she didn’t like thinking about her because it made her really sad.

“Did you draw that all by yourself, Hyun?” Sana smiles and leans down as she looks at the odd drawing of a… duck?

Dahyun's cheeks turn pink, a warmth spreading through her at the praise and the nickname. She holds up her paper and hands it to Sana. She's still not sure about this lady and her wife, but she likes that they haven’t been mean to her yet. She also really likes that they have dogs.

“F-fish,“ Dahyun stutters out. She points to her picture and looks up at Sana for confirmation. She's not too sure what a fish really looks like, but she does remember that they live in water.

“Oh, I don’t think this is a fish, sweetheart. I think it's a duck.” Sana smiles, patient as Dahyun tilts her head in confusion. Sana picks up a blue crayon from the box and draws a fish, putting it beside the duck. “See? Fish live in the water, but ducks can be on the land.”

Dahyun stares at the picture for a few seconds. She can see the difference between the two animals now that they‘re beside each other. “Duck,” she says as she points to the duck.

Sana nods, praising her as she pets Butter. “Good job, Hyun."

Dahyun's cheeks dust with pink again as she hides her face behind her tiny hands. She leans to the side, her head gently resting against Sana's shoulder.

Sana freezes. This is the first time that Dahyun's initiated any kind of contact with her. In the two days that she and Tzuyu have had her, she's only hesitantly taken Sana‘s hand when she holds it out. Even then she’ll hold onto one or maybe two of her fingers.

Sana‘s quiet. She lets Dahyun rest her head on her arm. She hopes that this is a step in the right direction.

[delusionsidora]

— oc . . .

tw,, just a severely mentally disturbed character. s#icide and bl#od I suppose lols

name; blythe silhouette

job; it’s unknown what blythe is even there for, nevertheless, it’s a miracle they got the job in the first place considering their instability.

gender; biological gender unknown. blythe is genderfluid but notable prefers they/them pronouns

sexuality; biromantic and omnisexual (has a preference for girls)

ethnicity; african american and french

age; unknown but is of legal age and is at least a few years younger than jimmy.

birthday; march tenth, is a pisces

nicknames; blythe doesn’t have any nicknames and also prefers to be referred to by their actual name.

pet names; none. but blythe’s given the other crew members pet names, even if in secret.

height; five foot eight feet tall.

weight; ninety pounds.

build; severely underweight.

eyes; has wide, creepy grey eyes.

distinguishing features; has freckles, a streak of white hair due to poliosis, and extremely pale skin that looks as though it’s experiencing pallor mortis.

hair; just black with a single white streak. their hair is down to their shoulders and is unkept.

health; 50/100. their physical health is mostly excellent save for their instability to obtain sleep and maintain healthy eating habits, but their mental health is completely deteriorated.

energy; is either tired to the point of swaying in circles while standing still or has enough energy to cause a stroke.

mental disorders; schizophrenia and bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, post traumatic stress disorder, major depressive disorder, intermittent explosive disorder, insomnia and sociopathy.

memory; depends. their memory ranges depending on the day and their mood, and sometimes they have memories that they aren’t even sure are real.

verse; mouthwashing.

mother; had an abusive mother that they never mention. blythe obviously hates their mother.

father; father was absent until their teenage years and ended up abandoning them again. they sent him death threats, harassed and stalked him until he eventually disappeared.

relatives; they have relatives but don’t necessarily have a relationship with any of them.

the crew members,,

curly; pre-crash, curly treated blythe a lot like he treated jimmy. they had a somewhat good relationship though it was obvious that curly was becoming fearful of their deteriorating mental and emotional stability. after the crash, blythe rarely truly sees curly’s actual condition, and often hallucinates curly as he was prior to the crash. they eventually are able to see curly and what had happened to him.

blythe made drawings for curly and hung them up where he was at, and also becomes closed with curly after the crash, for some odd reason.

jimmy; blythe is the closest with jimmy out of all the other crew members and vise versa. it’s heavily implied that they’re childhood friends. blythe seems aware of how bad of a person jimmy is but doesn’t necessarily care due to being considered worse than jimmy in some ways.

jimmy often takes advantage of their mental state and convinces them that curly is fine which is why they’re so unsure of whether or not the crash happened until anya confirms it. eventually jmmy’s own codependency towards blythe causes him to isolate blythe from the other crew members completely. jimmy has negatively influenced blythe’s behavior which is why they’re a lot like him.

daisuke; blythe is seen the most sympathetic towards daiuske which is surprising considering that they’re a sociopath.

blythe views daisuke as somewhat of their younger, adoptive sibling. although emotions like empathy or sympathy for blythe are often fleeting and shallow they mostly express it towards daisuke and not really the other crew members.

swansea; swansea despises blythe. they’re like a smaller version of jimmy without getting everyone killed or assaulting anyone (at least not sexually since blythe isn’t like that). blythe never really noticed that swansea disliked them.

anya; blythe has a crush on anya. it isn’t as blatant as blythe’s crush on jimmy, but anya is at least aware of their crush and does not like blythe back. blythe often is very flirty towards anya and is very, unnervingly friendly. they get really upset when anya never reciprocates and often goes to jimmy to complain about it.

they often bug anya in a childlike manner. anya wasn’t afraid of them until after the crash, where she understood that blythe was, and always has been, unstable, destructive, and morally corrupt. afterwards anya tries to avoid blythe.

personality; blythe is immature and irresponsible. they’re prone to temper tantrums when they don’t get their way which range from childish to dangerously violent.

they’re pretty dismissive and nonchalant about anyone’s concerns. they’re impulsive and have a lack of regard for the safety of themselves and others. their view of death is unhealthy considering the fact that they don’t fear it at all and in fact lean towards it the second small things go wrong. their suicidal tendencies lessen after the crash but only because they don’t want to fail at it and not because they value life or fear death.

not only do they devalue their own life but they devalue the lives of most of the other crewmates, including curly, pre-crash and post-crash despite the fact that they do care for curly. they only really seem to care for jimmy and daisuke’s life. jimmy because they’re closest to him and daisuke for a more selfish reason, blythe feels as though caring for him gives them a chance to right their wrongs (specifically fix how little they cared for their actual family) back on earth.

most of the other crew members just view blythe as a smaller version of jimmy, just a lot less serious, more jokable and more prone to snapping than he is (surprisingly). only daisuke and jimmy view blythe as otherwise because in reality they really only share a few traits with jimmy.

blythe is very apathetic towards everyone, especially anya, after the crash. anya already avoided them before since they were a nuisance but when curly got injured their stability deteriorated completely and she understood just how dangerous blythe was. anya eventually avoided blythe out of fear. anya states to curly before the crash that there was something about blythe that was dark.

after the crash blythe is constantly hallucinating and even gives curly drawing made from their own blood. someone on the ship cleaned it up since it’s considered a biohazard though blythe was completely unaware of their actions. they act out more and isolate themselves from the other crew members. eventually almost everywhere was covered in their drawings (a lot like the drawings of serial killers or mentally disturbed children) so daisuke spoke to them about it only to be callously dismissed by blythe.

they have very morbid and dark humor and often draw things such as nooses and themselves as a corpse. curly wanted to take away their crayons before the crash…

history; work in progress

[takami-takami]

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You Keep Sawdust for Starlight. || gn!reader. comfort.

Anew. || gn!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. loss of wings and regrowth. nightmares. keigo tends to your wounds. blood description.

Like Idiots. || gn!reader. fluff. pining like idiots. keigo is a pain in the ass. the reader is worse. i had fun with this.

A Dog Unfed. || gn!reader. angst. hurt/comfort. animal abuse analogy. discussion of drugs and cravings. be warned and avoid this if you need. sorry for spoiling the subtext lol, but it needs a tw. though, i encourage you to apply this however you feel it apply. perhaps we all have a dog.

Happy Birthday. || hawks. severe angst. hurt/no comfort. very grotesque trauma reaction. emeto. blood. ptsd. i cannot stress enough to be careful and avoid this if it's triggering.

Roost and Repair. || gn!reader. comfort. anxiety (could be from anything). keigo taking care of you.

Father. || gn!reader. angst. reverse hurt/comfort. past abuse. substance use. trauma.

Pet Shop. || gn!reader. fluff. you and keigo visit a pet shelter to adopt! so cute!

I Think I Love You. || gn!reader. fluff. keigo is in denial. tooth rotting fluff.

Sanctuary. || gn!reader. comfort/fluff. stressed reader. long days and loving arms. keigo is good at massages.

Alley Cat. || gn!reader. hurt/comfort. ptsd. trauma. panic. abuse. breathing exercises. genuinely be careful.

Stray Dogs Will Crawl Home. || gn!reader. angst (with a happy ending). breakups. keigo's trauma because i can't give this man a break and he needs to heal.

Nightmares. || gn!reader. angst. reverse hurt/comfort. ptsd. trauma. self harm. nightmares. touch starved!keigo. be careful and know your limits!

Let Me Take Care of You. || gn!reader. hurt/comfort. brief unhappy childhood/life mention. keigo making you feel safe if you'd just let him :(

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And If I Want It Soft? || gn!reader. virgin!keigo. if this is the corruption they warned him about, let it be sweet and let it be you.

Like a Candle at Both Ends. || gn!reader, but they use a strap. sub!keigo. double penetration with a twist. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. dacryphilia. cum as lube. slight feminization (of keigo). slight degradation. some brattiness. face-sitting mentioned.

Fixation. || afab!reader. sub!keigo. reader uses a strap. gratuitous oral. hazy under the pulls of subspace, a needy keigo makes a show of drooling on the strap.

How To Fix the Ache. || gn!reader. virgin!keigo. masturbation. slight primal play. a sexually frustrated keigo goes home to jerk off after your dates, and he's real cute about it. he tries so hard to be a good boy.

Sweet, Sweet Indulgence. || gn!reader. sub!keigo. corrupting the sweet boy till he's addicted to edging himself <3. hand jobs. masturbation. edging. desperation. brief mention of oral.

Crybaby. || gn!reader. dom!keigo. orgasm denial. edging. subspace. dacryphilia. dumbification. some degradation. keigo being mean. chewtoy reader.

Pretty Predictable. || f!reader. dom!keigo. dumbification. degradation. keigo loves you so bad.

Best In Show. || masc petnames. dom!keigo. heavy petplay. puppy play. collaring. oral.

Baby, I'm All You Need. || f!reader. a bit toxic!keigo. he's clingy. <3. a smidge of yandere. dirty talk. abandonment issues. rough sex. degradation. mirror sex. reader is way too into it.

Accidents. || gn!reader. daddy kink. predator/prey undertones. keigo being a meanie.

Can't Help Myself. || gn!reader. rut. breeding kink. biting. keigo getting lost in the sauce and trying (failing) to be nice. he can't help himself :(

Mine, Now. || fem petnames. cuckholdry. steal your girl. hawks is a lovesick puppy and not very nice here but i think that makes him cuter.

Pretty Boy, Pretty Hands. || afab!reader. fingering. excessive hand kink. hint of dumbification.

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Just nudging myself into your inbox as a complete stranger 🌈 for Obikin prompts: things Anakin changed about Obi-Wan's life as a Padawan.

It's Sunday prompt day again 🥳

Ngl this one made me tear up a bit but I took great pleasure writing it because their relationship is so precious to me ❤️‍🩹

TW : mention of death

I'm still taking prompts btw ! I'm just slow to write because I'm busy during the week, but you can still send them to me and they will be answered eventually 🌼

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It was supposed to be just another pathetic life form Qui-Gon had picked up in the deepest corners of Tatooine. An enslaved little thing he had freed and separated from his mother on the grounds that the child had a midichlorian count even higher than Master Yoda. 

Obi-Wan was more than skeptical, and maybe a little jealous that his Master had turned his entire attention to that tiny, dirty and incredibly chatty boy who was always cold, no matter how many layers of clothes they put on him. 

He had spent a lot of time observing the kid from a safe distance, trying to understand what was so interesting about him. 

He was clearly gifted in the comprehension of the engineering and mechanics of things, able to fix everything with anything and already speaking a technical language Obi-Wan didn't even try to comprehend. Still Qui-Gon could spend hours listening to his rambling with a fond expression on his face that made the young Jedi's heart clench. 

Anakin - he refused to call him by the little nickname everyone seemed to have adopted - was trying to reach out to him every once in a while. Obi-Wan suspected the child was like a cat, always seeking attention from the most disinterested people. He probably didn't like that Qui-Gon’s padawan was still the only one to resist his charming blue eyes and angelic face. 

Obi-Wan didn't interact with him more than necessary, and when he made efforts it was generally after Qui-Gon made a face at him or scolded his attitude towards the younger one. It pissed him off. Anakin was Qui-Gon’s responsibility, not his. He had decided to set Obi-Wan’s training aside to take care of the kid, he couldn't expect his padawan to do the same. 

The few months following Anakin’s entry into their life were a troubling time for Obi-Wan. His daily meditation sessions gravitated around the control of his emotions and his acceptance about the situation. 

It was challenging to hear his Master praise a child day after day for a future that was still incredibly blurry. Anakin didn't even know how to use the Force yet. He was maybe extra-sensitive to it but Obi-Wan joined the council when they said he was too old to be trained. 

If he listened to the darkest corners of his heart he secretly wished Anakin was too old to be trained. He didn’t know how he would react to Qui-Gon taking him as his apprentice. Abandoning him. 

He was not ready yet. He still had a lot more to learn, even if his Master often told him otherwise. He was not ready to let go of the relationship they had developed for so many years, to the comfort and intimacy of it. The bond they shared had been so long and hard to create that he didn’t want to lose it. 

Qui-Gon was his only family, his friend, his teacher, the only one he could rely on in almost every situation. 

Qui-Gon was the universe he floated safely around day after day, a strong and steady pillar in his life, eternal and reassuring. 

And now Qui-Gon was gone. Killed by the filthy hand of a Sith. And his last words were for Anakin. 

The weeks after his death, Obi-Wan moves forward by the mere strength of his will and the comfort he finds in pre-established routines. He feels like a ghost, forcing himself to put one foot in front of the other while his head feels like he’s underwater. 

The child is hard to manage. He cries a lot. Obi-Wan thinks he doesn't really understand what's happening. Master Windu says he’s old enough to understand that Qui-Gon will never come back. 

Obi-Wan doesn’t know how to take care of him. He already doesn’t know how to take care of himself. He’s so caught up in his own grief that he doesn’t have the strength to feel ashamed when he lets Anakin on his own. 

It still twists his gut when he hears the little boy crawling to the bottom of his bed in the middle of the night, curling himself like a kitten on the sheets, making sure to always be far enough not to touch him. Obi-Wan lets him, but he pretends to sleep every time Anakin wakes up in sweat and tears after a nightmare. 

There’s a part of him whispering in his mind that Qui-Gon would still be alive if he hadn’t tried to save the kid. 

But Anakin clings to him no matter what. No matter how Obi-Wan ignores him or speaks to him or pushes him away. He endures all his moods with his head down, patiently waiting for the storm to pass. 

It infuriates Obi-Wan at first. He’s not proud of it but he’s sometimes mean to him, trying to push until he finds his limit. It would be easier if the child hated him. But Anakin never says anything. He might have tears in his eyes but he always comes back to him. 

It takes a while for Obi-Wan to understand that Anakin is even more lonely than he is. Where Obi-Wan has the Jedi council and a few friends across the galaxy, Anakin has no one except for Qui-Gon. And now that Qui-Gon is dead, the closest thing to him… is Obi-Wan. 

After he’d been granted the rank of Master, time flows a little bit more easily and Obi-Wan falls into a reassuring routine. 

He’s heard that time heals all wounds, and it does. It’s slow and it's not linear but he manages to keep his head above the water a little longer each day. 

Then Master Yoda approaches him, asking if he will train the boy now. Obi-Wan surprises himself by accepting after only a day of reflection. It’s Qui-Gon dying wish and it’s the only reason why he does it, he assures himself. 

Anakin learns quickly, and he’s desperate to please. Obi-Wan starts to see what his Master saw in him. 

The child is talented, and he works hard, almost always to the point of exhaustion. 

Obi-Wan tries his best teaching him about the Jedi Code, about the spectrum of the Force, about their purpose in the universe. Mostly he parrots what’d been taught to him, not really knowing where to start and where to go. He’s still lost and he realizes soon enough that having a padawan is a responsibility he wasn’t prepared for. 

In addition, they have to learn to navigate through the new bond forming between them. They don't use it yet but they’re both aware it exists in the Force. Master Yoda says it’s the beginning of all things. 

Anakin is still careful around him, he doesn’t ask for much except a little bit of attention. He still sleeps on the farthest corner of his bed but when he has nightmares, Obi-Wan allows him to scoot closer. 

Their relationship changes slowly and smoothly enough that the older Jedi doesn’t realize when Anakin started calling him ‘Master’, or when he had made a mental note of the kind of food he liked after a hard training day. 

It bothers him at first, to realize that despite what he’s telling himself, he cares about Anakin. He does. The boy did grow on him and he has to admit that he likes teaching him more often than not. 

Anakin might feel the shift because he becomes more comfortable around him, less inhibited and more like himself. Obi-Wan discovers a funny kid with interesting stories, and they start to talk more.

As they open up to each other, they get closer. Obi-Wan asks about his life on Tatooine and Anakin asks about his life at the Jedi Temple. They don’t talk about Qui-Gon, the subject still too painful, even years after. 

Anakin is thirteen and he doesn't stop growing up. Obi-Wan says he’s big enough to sleep in his own bed and Anakin says ‘okay’ but he still sneaks in in the middle of the night. He’s becoming more confident, timidity being progressively replaced by insolence when he wants his Master’s attention. He doesn’t really have friends, despite the council’s advice. He’d rather spend all of his time with Obi-Wan. 

The older Jedi wonders sometimes if that kind of dependence is healthy. He himself starts to feel the aching feeling of loss when Anakin is away from him for more than a few hours. The realization bothers him for a couple of days. What if he’s trying to find a substitute for Qui-Gon in the last thing his Master put his faith in ? He wonders if he has to open up to Master Yoda about this. But he’s never been one to open up easily, especially not about the internal turmoils of his heart. 

So he decides to take the matter into his own hands. 

Of course, Anakin doesn’t understand why he becomes so distant all of the sudden. Why he locks the door of his bedroom or why he leaves him with training groups when he never did before. 

But his Padawan is not the scared nine years old he was when they met, he has a voice and he’s not afraid to use it. 

He confronts Obi-Wan about it and when the Jedi doesn’t give him a satisfying answer, he yells about it. And then he cries about it. He says that Obi-Wan is being unfair and that he always did everything his Master ever asked and that he's being mean punishing him for something he didn’t do. 

Obi-Wan is taken aback when he understands that being away from him is a punishment for Anakin. It comforts him in his decision. 

It last two years. Two years of constant fights between them, two years of Anakin shouting the most horrible things to his face but still sleeping every night on the floor behind his door. Two years of him threatening to leave the Order but meanwhile becoming the more talented padawan of his generation. 

Two years of tension rising up between them. Until it breaks. 

One day Obi-Wan is holding onto the stubborn idea of what their relationship should be according to the Code  and the next he can’t bear to hear Anakin tell him he hates him for the thousandth time. 

He’s just so tired of what they have become. He tries to convince himself he did it for Anakin’s good but he can’t lie to himself anymore. They both suffer from the situation and it brought them nothing except a painful lack of trust and resentment. If he’s truly honest with himself, he doesn’t feel at peace when his padawan is away from him. 

A discussion with Master Yoda makes him understand how he had mistaken independence with rejection, and how his fear of losing Anakin like he had lost Qui-Gon might have been the trigger to the whole mess he’s drowning into now. He had thought that if he doesn't get attached, he doesn’t take the risk of suffering again. But he’s suffering right now, so it was all in vain, years ruined by his own insecurities. 

And he misses Anakin. So he tells him. 

Anakin being Anakin yells at him before listening. But this time Obi-Wan doesn't back up, doesn’t give up on them. He patiently faces his padawan’s anger and listens while Anakin spits his bleeding heart out of his chest and cries and yells some more. 

Then Obi-Wan pulls him into his arms and Anakin stops crying and yelling, too stunned by that foreign thing that is his Master’s affection. It the first time they’re so close and it heals something in Obi-Wan. 

It still takes two more years until they trust each other like before. Except it’s even stronger than before. Obi-Wan came to the realization that the peculiar bond they share is a strength and not a flaw. 

They’re constantly with each other, flying together, training together, fighting together, sitting through boring meetings together. They even share their personal life together. 

Anakin has a permanent place on the left side of Obi-Wan’s bed. Abandoned pieces of a half built droid are lying on Obi-Wan’s desk. There’s a toothbrush in the bathroom that Anakin left just in case. In case of what, Obi-Wan never knew. 

He doesn't really question it. He's never felt so alive with Anakin by his side. The young man is like the brother he never had. 

Time flies and Anakin doesn’t stop growing up. When he’s nineteen Obi-Wan has to raise his head to look at him in the eyes. He struggles a bit more to match his strength during training. He begins to notice the way he attracts attention while being totally oblivious about it. 

He's proud of the Jedi Anakin is becoming. Of the man he's becoming. Fiery and passionate, smart and creative. He truly thinks that if his lightsaber skills matched his wit, he could easily overpower Master Yoda in a fight. 

But he also knows that if Anakin looks  bold and confident on the outside, on the inside there’s still a huge part of him being the little boy he was on Tatooine. He's still full of insecurities, still afraid and starved for affection. He still has nightmares that Obi-Wan tries to chase away night after night. 

Their relationship is not perfect. They still fight, especially since the war against the separatists is hovering menacingly over their head. But as long as Obi-Wan can feel Anakin’s heart beating peacefully when he holds him at night, he decides it’s all worth it. 

Now that he’s facing death, Obi-Wan thinks about all that. About all the changes Anakin brought into his life. About how Anakin made him change and progress as a Jedi and as a man. About how the majority of his life had been Anakin. Anakin’s fears, Anakin’s joys, Anakin’s tears staining his clothes, Anakin’s scent on the sheets of his bed, Anakin’s hand on his shoulder after an exhausting mission, Anakin’s padawan braid tucked inside his utility belt, Anakin’s ambitions and frustrations and trust and anger and love and hatred. He wonders what he has missed. Where he has failed. 

Maybe if he had loved him more, if he had loved him earlier, better, he wouldn't have to face one of his worst nightmare right now. Loosing him to the dark side. Mourning him while he was still alive. 

Having to take the most painful decision of his entire life. Having to kill half of his soul. 

He knows he has to. He knows he can’t. Not when there’s still something of Anakin inside Vader. 

Maybe Vader is right after all. Maybe he is weak. 

He’d rather doom the entire universe than hurt the man his heart is aching for. He’d rather die than even think about killing him. 

So he does. 

And when Vader plunges his lightsaber into his heart, all he’s thinking about is Anakin’s smile, shining brighter than the Tatooine’s suns when they exchanged that promise to always care about each other, no matter what happened. 

[russellsppttemplates]

Seb and mama convincing mick to keep a puppy that they found on the street

Tw: mentions a dog getting older, supposed dog abandonment, vaccinations and deworming

"Do you think it's a good idea?", you asked your son, expecting him to give you a more elaborate answer, but, really, what was a five year old going to tell you? "Of course, mama. When papa sees her, he'll want to keep her too if we don't find her family", he said, full of hope.

When you, with Harriet safely strapped to your chest, and Sebastian took Angie for her walk in the afternoon, you came across a beautiful dog who started playing with yours. The street was quiet and there wasn't anyone around, and while the dog didn't look in distress, you could tell that she had had better days, and when you wanted to go back home, Sebastian was worried for her, "what if she doesn't know where her family is? She came some with us, right? We have a big house", he reasoned, eventually winning you over and taking her home with you.

When Mick got home, Aurora went straight upstairs to do her homework, leaving you and Sebastian to attempt your best at convincing him, "why is there another dog in our garden? Is it one of your colleagues'?", your husband asked, taking your silence as a clue to turn around and face you, placing his glass of water down on the kitchen island, seeing you and Sebastian sitting in two of the stools like you were about to have an important business meeting.

"Papa, when me, Harriet and mama went on our walk with Angie today", Sebastian began his explanation, "we found this dog! And she was all alone, she didn't have any friends, no dog friends or friends like us, no people, and we didn't want to leave her alone, and she followed us, too. Can we keep her?", he asked as if he had just asked him if he could have an extra cookie.

"There wasn't anyone around, and all of the neighbours said she wasn't theirs", you reasoned, "we're going to get her checked to see if someone is missing her, but if it all checks out, I don't see why she can't join our family", you said as Sebastian nodded in agreement with what you said.

"We'll get her checked out to see if there is a family, like ours, out there missing her, okay? Imagine if it was Angie and we didn't know where she was? You wouldn't let other family keep her, right?", Mick explained to his son, seeing him nod before he jetted off, "okay, but we'll keep her if we can, okay? Pretty please, papa! Look, she loves playing with Angie!", he pointed to the window before he headed upstairs.

"You made them that bossy", he retorted, chuckling as he kissed the side of your head, "your genetics made them that cute and impossible to say no to", you reasoned back, hugging your husband's waist as you looked at the two dogs playing with eachother, "but I stand by Seb's idea, she would be a good addition to the family. As much as it pains me to say it, Angie's getting old and she won't be around for much longer, and the kids would love having a dog", you noted.

"I know", he rubbed your back, "We'll see what the vet says about her microchip and we'll go from there. She looks well treated and fed, she's good around people and kids", he added, "yes, she was a bit dirty when we found her, or she found us, too, but we cleaned it off".

The next morning, you and Mick were able to drop the kids in school and Harriet at his mother's house, explaining the situation and taking the dog to your vet. A quick read of her microchip and a few phonecalls that sounded a little like made up stories, the vet agreed that the right course of action would be to send the golden retriever to the local dog kennel so she could be out up for adoption.

"Can we adopt her?", Mick asked immediately, surprising you a tiny bit, "we have Angie, as you know, and surprisingly they got along very well, and the kids like her too", he reasoned, squeezing your hand and looking at the vet, "well, it seems you have a new family, Hazel", she smiled.

"Thank you, handsome", you told your husband while the veterinary team checked how her vaccinations and deworming routines were so they could make sure she was in presteen health, "Sebastian is going to be pretty happy, I guess", he blushed, "we have a new member in the family, Hazel Schumacher", you said as you smiled at the new furry friend.

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Modern AU Cat Batch

Hcs for a modern AU where each batcher has their own kitty that looks remarkably like their very own cat avatar.

(TW for mentions of euthanasia and past animal neglect and abuse)

- Starting with Hunter, his cat companion is a long haired tortoiseshell they adopted off the streets. He's their first cat and ironically Hunter becomes the most attached to him despite being the most opposed to getting a pet. Because cats are a big responsibility and not to mention costly, but also he definitely doesn't get up at 6 am to feed the cat before anyone else and that's definitely not lap space he's making for it and of course it was Omega who picked out the red collar with the skull pendant. Trust me.

- Tech's furry friend is a Modern Siamese who was given to him for his birthday by shelter owner and part time antique dealer Phee. Tech jr was abandoned at the shelter for being 'too chatty' and 'having eye problems' and Phee - a long time friend of the group they met at the vet's and rightfully angry that someone would abandon a pet for traits common to the breed - decides he would feel right at home with the batchers who already have one cat. And of course, the sweet curious Siamese reminded her of someone.

- Echo's Cornish Rex was part of a cattery and was meant to be used as a 'stud'. But because he wasn't neutered he wandered off outside one day and got hit by a car. His owners paid for his surgery and prosthetics but decided they would no longer use him for breeding. And Phee being Phee instantly recognized who the poor little fellow belonged with. Echo didn't hesitate a second before accepting the little guy (who had grown thin and shy from all the stress) and helped him learn how to use his prosthetics while nursing him back to full health.

- Lulu (originally named Lucas) was a chubby British Shorthair who was injured in a fireworks accident and whose owners bailed on him once they saw his surgery bills. The batch helped Phee organize a charity campaign to cover the costs in which Wrecker was very active - talking to people, posting photos with Lulu and spreading the word. Once the sum was raised and Lulu had recovered it was time to put him up for adoption. Wrecker parted with him reluctantly - they already had three cats and a fourth one would be too much - but seeing how attached he was to Lulu the batch decided to surprise him by adopting Lulu secretly. Wrecker may or may not have cried when he saw the adoption certificate.

- One day Phee's employees bring in a tom who's been captured in the street after reports of an aggressive cat. It's a gray haired Oriental Shorthair who shows signs of having been abused by his previous owners and is extremely distrustful of humans. Normally the procedure is to contact the owners but Phee is so angry at the state of him that she quietly dechips him and throws away his collar (she's seen too many abusive owners get away with it to risk letting them know they found him). They try to rehabilitate him but with little success. There's talk of putting him down because several employees have already been badly clawed and as a last desperate resort she asks Hunter to try and socialize him in a home environment (seeing as the batch already had ample experience with abandoned/injured cats). Hunter agrees and they start by giving him a separate room, spending a little time with him each day and giving him treats to create a positive experience but despite all their efforts he remains hostile and just keeps hissing and swiping at everyone. By the end Hunter's reached the end of his rope and despite hating the thought of having to hand him over to be put down, he doesn't see how the tom could improve. That is until one day when Crosshair comes back from a prolonged business trip. He listens to Hunter's exhausted retelling of events, stays quiet for a bit and then goes into the cat's room and just... sits there for a bit. Keeping his distance, minding his own business and not paying attention to the cat at all. At first the tom treats him the same as everyone else but then the hissing becomes less frequent and he slowly starts coming out of his hiding spot. It's a slow process but one day Hunter finally enters the room to find the tom sprawled over a reading Crosshair's lap, purring contentedly while stretching out belly up. Needless to say they don't return him to the shelter and he slowly becomes part of the family. Even though he has a clear favorite.

- And finally, after weeks of Omega complaining about not having a cat copy of her own, their stray brings in an orphaned ginger kitten. For a while Hunter vehemently denies any suggestion that his cat is acting 'motherly' towards the kitten. Nobody buys it. Eventually he stops trying altogether.

(If y'all thought I wouldn't make Crosshair's part the longest, you clearly don't know me. Also I will draw all of them one day... one day.)

[alterpack-drivethru]

Hihihi! Could I get a.... uhmmm C!Sapnap headmate? Preferably who's transharmless, with 3 neopronouns on the side? No mention of s/h, I'm allergic.

I love this concept /silly

'I'm here to make a safe world with no bad people in it.."

One order of a C!Sapnap Alter Inspiration Pack, with 3 Neo-nuggets on the side. There's also a sauce choice of Transharmless! . This pack has been marked allergen free for S/H!

TW FOR: nothing!

⋆₊ ♱ name: Sap, Sapling, Riley, Avery, Aven, Angel, Panda, Vixen, Carmen, Dimity, Pixie, Pandas, Eden

⋆₊ ♱ age: Aeroage, Therianage (Age shifts from how strong the therian connection is)

⋆₊ ♱ gender: Nonbianary, Peacefulgender, Amorgender, Angelgender

⋆₊ ♱ pronouns: They/Rain/Kits/Pawself

⋆₊ ♱ source: DSMP

Not born in the Nether, was adopted by BBH. Unknown parents, but were related to the aether/angelic places

After the first or so pet war, they had immediately determined to keep things peaceful than violent, like their friends had been. May have become more recluse after this, or straight up refused to fight.

Kiniko Kingdom was more established with Sapling around, and had taken on the role of a Caretaker for Karl's Time-influenced Amnesia/Decay

⋆₊ ♱ species: Human, Foxkin + Angelkin. experiences therian-likeness to Foxes, yet holds no physical traits. Angelkin, and often is dysphoric over not having wings. Either knowing or unknowing of angelic history.

⋆₊ ♱ relationship ids: Demi-romantic, Queer, Asexual

⋆₊ ♱ cis-ids: Minecraftian, BIPOC (White asian), Harmed, Betrayed, Adopted, Therian, MADD/Maladaptive Daydreamer, Gentle, Pet lover, Traumabonded, Scarred, Abandoned

⋆₊ ♱ trans-ids: TransHarmless, TransHelpful, TransGoodbodiment, TransAngel, TransFox, Backstoryfluid, TransRealityShifter, TransTarotReader, TransWitchcraft, Plushparent, TransFlutePlayer, TransPanLingual, TransAgeRegressor, TransCFS

⋆₊ ♱ extra-ids: PermaTransHalo, Angel Lethargy Syndrome/ALS (MUD), PermaComforter, PermaGuilty

⋆₊ ♱ roles: Peacemaker, Caretaker, Protector/Defender, Soother

⋆₊ ♱ faceclaim:

[box-of-chaooos]

7 am headcannon time.

Delightful Children style

So In a post I reblogged I mentioned about how I think father came to adopt the delightful children and delightfulize them. I’ll explain a little more on that because everyone had their own ideas on it and I’d like to share mine too.

Tw for mentions of neglect abuse and manipulation, it’s father and his delightful children what did you expect?

Sector z was formed by 5 children who where abused and neglected by their parents aka adults. They where thrown into an orphanage and quickly banded together over their experiences and became inseparable beginning to form their little group. Each of them where in and out of housing and different families all their lives. One of them getting adopted leaving them panicked. The family not ready to take on their new kids issues just threw them back into the orphanage. This happened A lot to the point that they where just not shown for adoption anymore. Wronged by adults they discovered the kids next door who fought adults so they joined asap. This way they where out that retched orphanage as much as possible and never had to be apart again since they where a team. They formed sector z adopting their code name numbers and for a good while where the best operatives there, young adult fighting kids with great skills.

Benedict on his mission to find kids to delightfulize went to the orphanage deciding this would be his best bet. Still under the orphanage and having to go back there every night Benedict took a liking to them he could tell they where different from the others there. He played nice. Very nice. He was kind to them he didn’t adopt them right away instead let them come over to his big mansion house to get acquainted. He bought them toys, chocolates, cloths, comics. When they stayed the night he’d read them story’s and run them lovely hot bubble baths. He took them to the park and out for the day buying them icecream when they went to the beach and played in the sand with them. They thought they’d really found the best father ever and they trusted him all just wanting the security of a good parent figure so they trusted him very fast. Benedict adopted them officially and took them all home, he’d found out about them being knd operatives and couldn’t have asked for better. He tricked them into going into the delightfulization chamber saying it was a new invention of his. Trusting him they went in and before they knew it they where delightful children.

They know their former knd operatives but it’s all blurred and hard to remember or focus on the memory enough to fight the delightfulization so it’s far far back in their heads unable to be accessed But they remember how adults wronged them and so when one shows any weakness they quickly overpower them. Showing they are superior to adults. Their abandonment issues where full swing once delightful which is why they stay together at all times. Their issues remain and they struggle massively with them but father punishes them when they show any sort of struggle. So he abuses and neglects them in the exact same way they where before but their powerless to him and suffer it. He’s nice to them sometimes with their big birthday parties and letting them have what ever they want when they want but that’s just because he’s rich enough to throw them it all and tell the butler to get it for them. They want icecream? Father gets the Butler gets them it. He just puts them in the hands of the maids and butlers to take care of.

I like to think after operation zero however and fighting with his own father again and long long talks with Monty and forced family vacations together he eventually starts to treat them right and make amends to be a good father to them, their still forever delihhfulized and evil little menaces with a taste for chaos but he loves them all the same. Buying them toys, comforting them in meltdown and night terrors patching their scrapes and reading stories to them before bed.

Had to end on a happy note I’m not letting them suffer forever! I might make a few more bits on each of their pasts in my personal headcannons and what not but idk. What do you think on my perspective of it?