#who's still in contact with dad and half-siblings of course

[exandrianineorzea]

For Selru (whom I answered the poll as): Living and In Contact. His parents and siblings all live in Old Sharlayan,and he sends moogle post FREQUENTLY. Like oh god so frequently. He's constantly writing letters home to his family and eagerly looking forward to letters from home since he got sent out on a secret Gleaner mission and Minfilia got in contact with his team lead and got his contract transferred over like he was switching sports teams. (He never even realized his contract got transferred though since it took time (he STILL Sends samples to his old boss) and he got booted from the gleaner guild without his knowledge when he did the whole raid on the Ultima weapon and literally *no one* told him cause everyone went ".... that's a stupid decision" and ignored it. Boy got back to Old Sharlayan and only then found out he hadn't been part of the guild for years. His biodad and non-bio mom are both gleaners, they coulda told him, but literally everyone gathers together to read his letters (including his friends from the gleaners guild) and decided to not tell him because he's still actively gleaning and doing shit like... Turning research on Nym from Archeology to Anthropology, helping various research groups like NOAH. But that's beside the point.) The whole reason the post moogle recognizes him at sight before he helps him out is cause of how many letters he writes and receives from family members. He loves his family and they love him back, and are super proud of him.

Feel free to elaborate in notes, reblogs, etc!

For the purposes of this poll, "family of origin" means any family who raised them at any point in childhood, including adoptive family.

[the-tubort]

IM GONNA GO INSANE CONSPIRACY THEORY RIGHT NOW OVER GAVV CAUSE IM SO SICK OF SEEING SHOUMA IS THE WOLF GRANUTE THEORIES!!!

Anyways

There is just no logical reason for why Shouma would be the Granute given how vague the timeline is and how Shouma was clearly NOT ever given the ability to explore the human OR Granute world. It has been explicitly stated multiple times by both Shouma and even Dente that him and his mother were stuck in his father's mansion with little to no contact to other people. His siblings barely interacted with him and it was even done to try and protect them from his siblings. Now where does this all set up?

For one thing, I am convinced at this point Shouma's dad dying was absolutely planned and done by Lango and co. All the sudden his dad just up and dies out of the blue and Shouma and his mom are almost immediately killed afterwards it seems. How in the WORLD would Shouma's dad die of some natural cause if Dente, someone who is EXPLICITLY older than him, is still casually alive. Which would also give another reason why Shoumas dad was pushing for experimentation and for Shouma to get stronger. He knew his children hated him and resented how he did things and wanted change and sought it through killing him. Which then leads me to believe that Nylev has had a long running interest in experimentation and wanted to learn from Dente as well, but was denied for one reason or another and he and Suga were, and most likely still are, connected through that interest and worked together in the past.

If anything, it seems that Suga was the one who went and kidnapped Hanto's mother. This action must've also been something that was not supposed to be done or was deemed wrong for some reason and then seems to signal to Shoumas dad that something was brewing and then punished Suga by having him lose HIS Gavv and use it to give Shouma his.

This would explain why:

1. Suga has such an extensive knowledge of Granute biology, society, and even why the kidnappings are happening, despite claiming to not ever have contact with a Granute before

2. Why Suga also does not have a Gavv when Hanto forcibly pulled up his shirt

3. Why Suga even knew how human disguises work and what can and cannot be hidden

4. How Suga also received both a Granute organ to shove into Hanto and received footage of Hanto fighting

Also if you look closely during episode 5, there's an Agent that stalks Hanto and Shioya with orange eyes which is Nylev's color. Why in the WORLD would Nylev be spying on them and then also force a Part Timer to not only Press Shioya, but also kill him? It's so that Suga can continue his research and provide it back to Stomach Inc.

Not only that, but Hanto told Suga during their first meeting that he lost his mother to a Granute and he seems to perk up at the information and gets curious about it. Of course he's a researcher and is naturally curious, but he seems almost to ready to learn more. It almost seems after this, Suga immediately knows that Hanto is one bad day away from becoming his willing test subject and then tells Nylev that in order to go forward.

Also Nylev receives the other half to Shioya and ponders what their great inventors next big idea is after mentioning the Press system and human disguises. Who would've been able to provide all that information on the human world if not Suga, a Granute who now lacks a Gavv and lives in that world completely blended in with no one really questioning him.

The only vague evidence that Shouma was the one who killed Hanto's mom is that he reacted to it, and Dente said he MIGHT have missing memories, but it's not confirmed as of yet and it wouldn't make sense for that to even happen. By all means they considered the initial experiment a failure which seems to be because Shouma did not immediately get stronger, show a Granute form, and couldn't create his own minions like everyone else could. He wasn't even born with a Gavv as well, so I just dont see how just cause Dente put one on Shouma that suddenly he was able to go berserk enough as a child to go and kill someone especially given that in the flashback in episode 13, Shiita and Jeebh are about the same heigh as Shouma in their Granute forms and imply that they do get taller at an age rate.

I just fail to see how there is even a single world where Shouma ends up being the actual Granute to kill Hanto's mom. If anything this is just a side effect of receiving the Gavv of another person as it is was an invasive procedure on both him and Suga.

Further evidence of something going on with Suga is that he appears TWICE in the same shot in the OP. Why would he be in that same shot twice and in such vastly different areas if not to hint to him being a two faced liar AND having a part of himself being separate from him? I'm going to talk about it more in the OP discussion post, but the opening is filled with too much intentional and purposeful shots that there is no way that it's just coincidence.

All this say that no I don't think shouma would ever be the granute to kill hantos mom and I think most everything that is happening in Gavv has been a much longer running scheme

[hymnsofheresy]

saw your instagram post on grief 💔. it’s been a couple years now, but i’ve been in the midst of a grief wave over my father. he was always absent from my life, in a way where he just “never got around to” maintaining contact with me (although i’m told he talked about me every day). he was only 61 when he very abruptly passed away after falling on his head. and no matter what anyone else says to me, it feels like my fault i’ll never have a father for not reaching out when i could have. sometimes it feels like the grief and skin crawling regret will tear me apart, and like the only reason i believe in God right now is because i have to believe that my father could be my Dad in the hereafter, because the idea that i lost my chance to have a father *forever* is unbearable to me.

sorry for dumping all that on ya. could you please pray for me and my family? i also feel sorry for my two half-siblings who got to have him as a father, and are still grieving him too.

Of course. You will be in my prayers 🩷

[twinklingcrow]

I like the headcanons of Yuga, Himiko, and Neito being cousins. First cousins specifically. And, specifically, that their moms are all sisters.

With Mamayama being the oldest, Neito’s mom being the middle child, and Himiko’s mom being the youngest. Which is funny because between Yuga, Himiko, and Neito, Yuga is the youngest and Himiko’s the oldest (well, until the war of course).

In this headcanon, Monoma is actually the maiden name of Mamayama, Neito’s mom, and Himiko’s mom.

This actually ties into my headcanon for Neito’s family and why Neito’s last name is still Monoma. In which Neito was an accident baby and his mom doesn’t remember who his bio dad is because Neito was convinced via a ✨one-night stand✨. Also, in this headcanon, Neito has a step-dad, a step-sister, and a half-brother. Neito’s mom and his step-dad got married 5 years prior to canon.

They married because Neito’s mom found herself pregnant with Neito’s half-brother and she felt that she couldn’t deal with being a single-parent again. Neito’s step-sister was around 15 months old when the pair got married. Neito’s has an okay relationship with his step-father, but he absolutely adores his siblings, whenever he talks about them he just says “sister” and “brother” instead of “step-sister” and “half-brother”. Also, his half-brother is quirkless :]. Don’t ask me what his step-sister’s quirk is because I haven’t figured it out yet.

Also, Mamayama and Himiko’s mom have a really strained relationship and they fully went no contact a little bit after Himiko snapped and attacked her classmate.

Okay, so I have more Thoughts™️ and technically I guess at some point this stops being a headcanon and more of a canon-compliant AU because there are headcanons I have for Yuga’s relationship with AFO, Tomura, and Kurogiri that is affected by the Yuga-Neito-Himiko cousin headcanon. But I don’t want this post to be a mile long, so I’m gonna leave this here.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Burn Bright White - Chapter Four.

Previous Chapters - One Two Three

Tag list - In the comments. DM to be added/removed

Words - 2,762

Warnings - 18+ content, minors DNI! Also, while I have tried to remain as true to how Niklas is in reality as I can, I have to have a little creative freedom of my own with him in this. If you don’t like it, simply scroll on by. Bitching isn’t tolerated here. At all. Remember, it’s fiction, not a documentary ;) It’s also worth mentioning that while Taissa has qualities of being quite charming at times, she is not, by any means, a good person.

Weed, ganja, chronic, herb, puff, whatever you wanted to call it. Taissa rarely smoked it, but when needs must. Truly, she needed a little mental steadying, her drive home perilous, her body still wracked with trembles. That, and a rapidly trickling deposit of cum wetting her inner thighs, too.  

She almost hated him a little bit for being such a good fuck.  

It was she who was meant to hook him, she the one remaining in control. However, now all she could do was resign herself to the fact that she knew, understood well, that there wouldn’t be a day to pass where she wouldn’t crave that man to his very bones. Five minutes and he’d turned her into a shuddering wreck. Five. Fucking. Minutes.  

“That fucking man!” she fumed, throwing her legs up on the sofa and shuffling down, resting the ashtray upon her stomach as she drew fiercely on the blunt in her hand. It hit her then, that she’d also left without payment for the drugs she’d dropped off, Taissa groaning, wiping a hand down her face with a sigh. That fucking man.  

He had no business literally being capable of fucking her brains out. In five minutes. Five fucking minutes!! 

A little internal composure was reined back, though, realising she’d left him there utterly breathless upon the floor. She did, after all, always give as good as she got. Who was to say that he wasn’t just as enchanted by her prowess now, too? Still, the balance felt off to her, and she was a sizeable wedge of money down. There was only one thing to do. 

‘Send me Kvarforth’s number.’ 

A few seconds passed before Miika replied. ‘Whyyyyy?’ 

‘None of your concern, just do it. I need to speak to him.’ 

‘Ohhhh, has Tai got a crush?’ 

Her lip curled instantly, knowing of course her brother was enjoying this greatly, his usual taunting of her. ‘Number. Now. I have business with him.’ 

“Does this business involve his cock?” he asked, after she’d begrudgingly answered his call.  

No, she’d had that already. “Miika, just text me the number.” 

“Why are you being evasive? What is this business?” 

She couldn’t reveal it, save being further harangued by her sibling. Nor could she admit that, for the time being at least, Niklas had scored his drugs on tick rather than paying for them immediately. Very few people dared owed either of them money, Taissa especially. He ferocity there was well known. “Send me the number, or I tell dad you once dated a black girl.” 

Leevi Aho was, at his heart, a hardened racist, a terrible trait that had fortunately bypassed his very unprejudiced children completely. They’d tried many times to update his thinking to little avail. Miika didn’t care who you were as long as you weren’t annoying, and Taissa – much like the man whose number she was attempting to procure – looked down upon anyone other than a chosen few with the same distain, regardless of race.  

“For fucks sake, no,” he groaned. Not that he really cared, but he could do without being berated for a good half an hour by his father and his white pride nonsense. It was a shame, because for all his criminality and penchant for narrow-mindedness, Leevi was a very amiable man with those he liked. “You wouldn’t, Tai.” 

Oh, she would. “Try me. I want that number, and I want it now, Miika.”  

Hanging up, it took a total of twenty seconds for the contact to ping into her messages, Taissa saving it under the name of ‘that fucking man’ before typing out a message. 

‘You still owe me for the delivery. Meet me at Goldie’s at six tomorrow, they have a good bourbon selection. I’ll let you buy me one if you’re not late.’ 

Hell, the least she could do was get a drink out of him, pissed off that she was. How dare he be that fucking good a fuck. Yes, despite the weed softening her edges, she was still annoyed that he’d gotten a hook into her.  

Niklas was in the middle of trying to feed Katze when his phone beeped, the meowing feline weaving his ankles in her impatience for the bowl to be offered.  

“If you break my fucking neck, I cannot feed you,” he spoke, placing it down for her once she’d cleared his feet. “I wouldn’t recommend eating me if I expired either. I probably wouldn’t taste too great.” 

Pulling his phone from his back pocket, he saw a number he didn’t recognise, opening the message. He grinned, returning it, leaving her waiting a little while. He had every intention of meeting her the following evening, but he wouldn’t show himself to jump at the chance. An hour later, and he finally replied.  

‘Six-thirty, and yes. I might. Depends, though.’ 

Ten minutes passed, Taissa busy preparing herself an early dinner. ‘On what?’ 

‘On whether I can follow that bourbon down your throat with my cock.’ 

Yes, he was about as subtle as a hand grenade, but he didn’t believe in coyness.  

She had to smile a little at such bluntness, very much liking that about him. ‘If you’re lucky.’ Oh, the glory she could hold at meeting up with him, dangling the promise of another dalliance with her, only to snatch it away and leave him burning on the memory of what had happened between them instead.  

‘I always am. See you at six-thirty.’  

With those plans made, she was in no real rush to move herself off her huge, comfortable white sofa, deciding to lounge around before she’d begin her night making drops to her customers as soon as the calls began coming in. That, of course, meant switching her work phone on first. 5pm and she’d do it, wanting time to herself first.  

With little else to do, she decided to indulge in a little more research about the man who she’d be seeing the following evening, deciding to look at a few interviews on YouTube. Very quickly, she saw a definite pattern begin to emerge. 

While Niklas was by no means tame in nature, he definitely had a duality. High and drunk, and he was a loud, obnoxious nightmare, but somehow still quite entertaining. Less so, or completely sober, and he was very engaging, intelligent and well-spoken.  

There was a candidness to him that some might find unnerving, but she could easily spot when he was embellishing from when he wasn’t, very much enjoying trying to provoke a reaction. Most of the time, though, he wasn’t, and that was perhaps the most unnerving thing about him. His life had been dark, and he carried it with him.  

They were very similar there. 

Also, he might’ve professed to have an extreme adversity to people, but he certainly liked being the centre of attention. Hell, he wouldn’t have been a vocalist if he didn’t, although she did sense there to be exhilaration and apathy in equal measures while watching him on stage.  

In her twenty-eight years, she had become extremely apt at reading people, even being able to pick up on when others were doing the exact same thing. Niklas definitely read people quickly and adjusted himself to suit, Taissa also noticing his very low threshold for either bullshit or boredom. 

Again, they were very similar there. 

Laughing to herself at the discomfort of one particular interviewer, who had sadly gone in woefully unprepared to deal with a drunken Niklas, his mundane mediocrity being met by – at least she thought – quite comedic hostility. Then again, she did have a darker sense of humour, and making people feel uncomfortable always had been a source of entertainment for her.  

And yet again, they were very similar there. 

Something else pertinent she noticed about him, after switching interviews to one he’d participated in just the previous year, was his view on relationships. He seemed to have no problem falling in love and being with a woman, but always, it would be sabotaged by his own misdeeds for the sake of lyrical fodder. He needed, it seemed, to live what he wrote.  

He also spoke of manipulating women to fall in love with him, Taissa feeling her mouth curl sinisterly. Oh, the thrill to be the one who manipulated somebody like him to fall head over heels for her, and then simply leave him behind. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d done it either, but god, the prize of knowing she could more than likely exert such over a man like Niklas. It was too tempting a thrill to pass up.  

Also, it meant she got to fuck him some more, too. That certainly wouldn’t be a bad thing. He was, as she’d recently learned, very good with his cock.  

It offset the feeling of knowing she was craving him all over again, and after only just about recovering from the sexual decimation she’d received, too. She could have her cake and eat it, as it were. Sex that good was almost impossible to pass up, should it be on offer to her again.  

And of course, it would be.  

Rising from the sofa eventually, she slipped on her shoes, her feet much more comfortable in the black Nike sneakers she chose, her attire casual in leggings, an oversized t shirt and hoodie, picking up her keys, phone and stash. She was running with one of hers and Miika’s underlings that night, going to fetch Henrik before her seven-hour hustle began.  

Pills, speed, mind-bending weed and what she had left in blow were all delivered promptly to waiting customers, Taissa keeping her eye out for the only worry she faced while working. Since she made a habit of changing her car regularly, though, it made it harder for the police to keep tabs on her transportation. Still, it didn’t mean she proceeded in her endeavours without caution.  

By 2am, she was out of everything, dropping Henrik home and happily returning to hers to crawl into bed and sleep for many hours. Awaking at a very late 10am, she threw herself out of bed and into gym clothes, using the facilities luckily on hand there in her apartment complex.  

While working up a very decent sweat on the treadmill, she couldn’t help but smile to herself through the thigh-burning torture she endured. It likely wouldn’t be the only cardiovascular workout she’d be getting that day, looking forward to the one that’d involve a certain tall dude with a lot of tattoos.  

Until then, she went to collect her new supply ready for work to resume the following day, took a long bath, not needing to worry about timing her getting ready to head out and meet Niklas. The reason beyond the plentiful bourbon choice at the bar she’d suggested was entirely out of convenience for her; Goldie’s was a two-minute walk from her apartment. 

Turning the corner at 6:29pm, she saw him sitting at a table outside, her stomach flipping pleasantly at the memory of the afternoon before.  

“Why did you tell me to meet you here?” he began, looking mildly vexed as she sat down opposite him, having a glass of bourbon slid across the table while he lit a cigarette. “This place is bullshit, the vast choice of that stuff aside.”  

“Because it’s two minutes from my apartment.” Her revelation did nothing to remove the unimpressed expression, Taissa clicking her fingers and holding her hand out. “I believe I’m owed.” 

He took the money from his pocket and handed it over. “For making me meet you here, I’m the one who is now owed. You’d better swallow.”  

“If you’re going to do a job, you do it right or not at all.”  

He might have been stewing in a bad mood, mostly from being stared at by half the vastly different patrons in the bar who’d viewed him as some kind of oddity, but he couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “I’ll be the judge of that.”  

She was just about to deliver an equally smart mouthed retort when her eye was caught by somebody on approach, a certain someone who froze as soon as he saw her. Rule number one with Taissa Aho; never be foolish enough to owe her money. 

“Wait here.”  

She was out of her seat and running in chase down the street after the man in a flash, Niklas turning to look over his shoulder, impressed at her speed and ability to run in high heels if nothing else. Never being one for obeying the will of others, he sank his drink and got up, walking in the direction they’d ran.  

He saw her catch the guy, dragging him between two buildings, keeping his pace casual as he drew on his cigarette, entering the narrow alley to witness a sight his eyes fixated upon keenly. There was the man who had unsuccessfully fled, pinned to the wall by his throat, Taissa punching him repeatedly in the face with a knuckle duster donned hand, looking beyond irate. 

“Where’s my fucking money, Eino?” 

“I’ll get it, I’ll get it for you soon, just give me a couple of days! Fuck!” 

“Wrong answer,” she hissed, her fist meeting his cheekbone again, the skin splitting. God, the dick twitch that gave her audience, Niklas leaning against the wall and spectating keenly. He much preferred it to the bar. “I want all of it. Now.”  

“I haven’t got it, Taissa! Fuck, let me go and I’ll make a call, get it here for you!” 

Her laughter was a dark bark of disbelief, her fist connecting with his face a couple more times. “Liar. Give me my fucking money.” 

“I... but...” he spoke, turning his head to view Niklas, standing there grinning. “What the fuck are you looking at?” 

His eyebrows rose, lifting his chin with a sniff. “You, getting your face split open.” Drawing on his cigarette, he continued to watch the scene unfold, more than impressed at the way Taissa handled things. He missed a good fight. Being on probation sucked. 

Oh, now he knew her name, too. She could now be known as something other than the hot blonde with a beautiful cunt and an acerbic temperament. “I’d give her the money if I were you.”  

Taissa jerked her head in his direction, her fist once again cracking Eino’s face, this time shattering a couple of teeth. “What he said. Money, Eino. Now.”  

With his mouth, eye and cheek pouring with blood, Eino went into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and shuffling through to grab the required notes. Taissa tutted, pulling the full wedge out. “No, no. All of that will be fine. The rest I will take as interest. Now, if I were you, I’d lose my number. If I ever see you again, the other half of your face gets broken. Understand?” 

“Yes.” 

“Good.” One more punch for good measure had him knocked into a daze, Taissa releasing him to fall down into a heap, turning to walk back to Niklas. “I thought I told you to wait...” 

That was as far as she got before he grasped her face in his hands and pressed his mouth to hers, her display of undiluted aggression acting more than favourably upon him. In short, he was so turned on, he was surprised he could even stand up.  

The kiss was a lot less animalistic than the last time, but fuck, if it didn’t smoulder with exactly the same level of heat. “I think that’s the sexiest thing I’ve witnessed in a while.” 

Slipping the knuckle duster from her fingers, she pocketed it, flexing her hand a few times. “Just wait until you see how sexy I look with your cock in my mouth.” 

He barely could. “Hmm, yeah,” he breathed, kissing her again. “I think I might like you. As much as I can like someone, that is. Because I don’t. I do not like people at all.” 

The corner of her mouth tugged upward; her face full of triumph. “I know.” Another kiss was shared, her tongue rolling pleasantly with his, his arms tightening around her. Oh, wow. He was hard. An interesting response to her giving somebody a beating, if nothing else. “At least one man in this alleyway knows what’s good for him.”  

Never let it be said that Niklas didn’t know a good thing when he saw it. Except truly, she wasn’t. Taissa was just as bad as him. Maybe worse. And that was exactly why he liked her. 

[eye-of-yelough]

i’ve been WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!!

hello hi yes please the ask emojis for the trio of cunts (lovingly):

👪 (family), 🌙 (moon), ❇️ (sparkle) ANDDD 💧(droplet)!!!

HIII THANKIE.

yet another readmore

FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

Jacqueline - that good ole trailer park life, with strict, conservative parents who she couldn’t wait to get away from. no siblings which just made it all the more annoying, being the centre of their attention. she made their lives hell as well, of course. the constant acting out, stealing from them and others. oh and the time she tried to poison her dad by pouring way too many painkillers into his coffee. so yeah. not on good terms. i imagine they would’ve been contacted when she went to prison the first time and they visited her, but she would’ve removed them from the list immediately after. just wanted to let em know she was alive and tell them to their faces she didn’t regret a thing and would next see them in hell :)

Turner - just-about-surviving lower middle class, same small rundown town as Jacqueline. uhh i’ve mentioned he’s mixed race and, since it’s apparently important: black mom, white dad. not that he spent much time with either of them, with them both being addicts with full time jobs. he has some half-siblings from his father’s previous relationship but only sees them a few times a year. other than that, very lonely. he often resented how… lax? they were when they were around, not really pushing him and seemingly happy to just let him waste away. lots of mutual misunderstanding. they were very insecure parents who thought they’d been blessed with such a good kid and he couldn’t possibly be theirs, so they figured to just let him get on with it as much as possible so their failure doesn’t rub off on him. that lack of attention led him to being preyed on by jacqueline. i mentioned they had money saved that he stole when they ran away together? they lost the house not long later. he’s never been able to track them down again. they’re probably dead.

Skin - the Guerrero fam belongs to @stabknives so hi bestie sorry if i get anything wrong. biiiiiig fucking crime family. lots of people constantly coming and going. eldest son of multiple siblings and grew up watching dad constantly abusing and raping his mom and also some servants. he hated the whole environment and couldn’t really figure out why. guy who refuses to admit to himself he just hates the idea of one day being a leader so viscerally it makes him want to bite things. he wants action and domination, of course, but he wants it smaller scale, up close and personal. he much prefers the idea of being, say, the companies most feared torturer. he wants whips and chains and screams and blood, not pencil pushing in a suit and meeting correspondence in his big office he inherited from daddy or whatever. but back on track. despite fucking off, he definitely has the most contact with this family out of the main three, because there are just so many of them. regular spiteful phonecalls from dad. crosses paths with monroe every few years. hey bro how’s america treating you? terrible, and you? oh, i’m miserable! see ya!

MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Jacqueline - literally just wants to sparkle on. #have fun and be herself. she knows what she is, and while she’s smart enough not to shout it from the rooftops she still wishes she could hurt and ruin people and writhe in taboo consequence free. in a nutshell: freedom.

Turner - he loves being a father. he hates his daughter. he hates being a single father to jacqueline’s rapespawn. i guess his wish is to turn back time and never let himself get preyed on by jacqueline in the first place. he wishes he hadn’t been so weak. he wishes he hadn’t been too afraid to appear weak to get help. he could’ve had a normal life. obviously, this is impossible. so he just doesn’t think about it <3

Skin - for some reason this is really hard to answer for him. i think he’s often too wrapped up in the moment to think that far ahead, and when he wants something he goes after it. i guess it goes back to interpersonal stuff with him. he wants someone in his life who knows him well enough to know when it’s okay or not okay to put their hand on his shoulder. little things like that. ideally romantic but it doesn’t have to be. it doesn’t. ignore the biting.

SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

Jacqueline - materialistic? yes. sentimental? no. not for things, anyway WAIT nevermind. shitty drawing toddler lola did of the three of them. it was in her jacket pocket when she was incarcerated and it was still in there when she get her clothes back. both times because fuck you i can do what i want i don’t care if it’s not realistic.

Skin - materialistic AND sentimental yes yes.! however. for him it’s like. there are too many things, he can’t pick just one they’re all equal and with each new one they collectively lose their meaning. yknow. he has emotional attachment to his car, his weapons, taxidermied animals, his poison collection, the thigh high heeled boots a drag queen let him keep after they fucked (because she thought he might kill her if she said no) and yes they fit him and yes he slays in them.

Turner - um. he views his daughter as a prized possession. and simultaneously a cursed possession.

also Skin very absentmindedly gave him a scorpion in amber keyring one day in. idk. 2001 maybe. before anything had happened between them. to which he immediately replied “are you the scorpion? :) awww you’re giving yourself to me in a pretty little cage! how cute >:} i’ll treasure you forever.” which of course makes Skin immediately want to kill them both. funnily enough he was mostly joking when he said that, but Skins reaction led to uh. escalation. he really does treasure it forever. never leaves his key set, which never leaves his person. freak <3

[scornedserendipity]

6. The Magic Emporium (Winchester x Younger siblings oc)

yeet so I finally found a face claim for Jamie but you can image her however you want. This is just pretty close to how i see her. but enjoy this chapter. lots is revealed lol. let me know what ya think (yes ik this is actually riley from hellrasier, ignore that lol)

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Sam and Dean were gone for a while, they decided just to get a motel room so they didn’t have to plan around visiting hours to see Jamie, not that she minded. She liked being separated from her brothers sometimes. It made her feel like more of an individual than just a Winchester.

Of course, she loved her family and would die for them in a heartbeat but she still enjoyed her own time and secrets. Sam and Dean raised her as far back as she could remember. Dean was more of a parent than her actual Dad ever was. She always knew she was grateful that Sam and Dean wanted her, likely more than Dad ever did. They could have easily left her to be someone else’s problem instead. 

“Don’t worry Jamie. Just because you are our half-sister by blood doesn’t make you any less our sister. You are a Winchester and always will be, we will always be your annoying older brothers.” 

Sam had said that to her many years ago when she was first starting school and got bullied for not looking like her brothers, just because of her curly hair and tan skin. Kids were cruel but not everyone can chop heads off as a source of anger management. 

Jamie sighed as she sipped on her apple juice. She had been staring at her new laptop for hours. She told Sam and Dean that she was going to try and find some more information on Dad’s notes and see if there was anything behind them. Which she did for a short period. Finding a few footnotes and built a reading list of lore that she could correlate to what her Dad was talking about but after a while, she had gone through every piece of paper and it made even less sense to her.

“Okay, so we have angels and demons. Celestial beings that can predate mankind, beings that are a corrupted version of mankind. Different monsters that are only seen in certain parts of America coordinates to multiple locations, and a whole lot of nothing.” She sighed. She couldn’t help but stare at the paperwork. All this time and nothing about her mother, nothing about the woman who brought her into this godforsaken world. Just more monsters.

She sighed and picked up her phone. She scrolled through her contacts till she got to Dean. She dialed and it rang a couple of times.

“Hey, what’s up?” Dean’s voice came from the other side. 

“The sky.” Jamie joked. “Any luck on the hunt?” She asked. 

“No, we’ve been looking everywhere and asking just about every Jake, Kyle, and Crystal we see every question we can but nothing.” 

“Well, I may have found something in Dad’s notes. I found a couple of sets of coordinates and some information on more of our kind of weird. The first set was the road in Jericho where we faced the woman in white, the next place is in Colorado.” Jamie said as she pulled up her digital map where she marked all the coordinates. 

“I’ve charted them down but without Dad’s journal, I can’t connect them to anything. It’s all bits and pieces.”

“You did all of that in two days?” Dean asked. There was a pause, she could hear him talking to someone else, probably Sam. “Hang on, I’m going to put you on speaker,” Dean said. There was a beep

“Hey June Bug,” Sam said from the other side. It never failed to make her feel better to hear her brother’s voice. 

“Hey, how are you holding up?” Jamie asked. She peeked out her window when she saw someone coming by. The door knob never turned so she continued.

“We’re okay, just doing our jobs,” Dean interjected with a scoff.

“So am I went through Dad’s notes and found coordinates, but I need his journal to fact-check.” She summarized. 

“Oh okay, well, we are just about done here, we were heading your way anyway,” Sam said. 

“Okay. Can you try to get me checked out of here? I feel fine. I even walked around.” Jamie pleaded.

Her brothers scoffed and the line cut off. Jamie threw her hands up in frustration. She hated hospitals. Just like the rest of her family. It was a Winchester curse to have bad experiences with hospitals.

She was already wary of them as a child when her brother had confessed hospitals creep him out. Sam didn’t like them too much because of the smell. It was all to comfort her as she waited for her flu shot, but the real reason she didn’t like them was because the only time she ever got her father to pick her up from school. 

Her stomach had been bugging her all week. her brothers knew it, her teachers knew it, and even her Dad knew it, but she always refused the doctors, until the Friday of that week when she couldn’t take it anymore and went to the school nurse. The phone call to her father was terrifying but when the lady explained all of her symptoms and that it could be an infection, he rushed over. 

Her Dad was more gentle with her, she always knew it, but he also wanted her to tough it out. At the time it had been a while since her Dad had spoken so gently to her, but was apologetic without even saying it, but the stomach ache wasn’t the reason Jamie hated hospitals. It was that day, at 9 years old, she learned that wraiths love hospitals.

She ended up just having a gnarly stomach infection but it wasn’t anything serious.

Her brothers didn’t believe her till her Dad told them to put their shoes on and follow him. They knew not to question their father and subsequently Jamie. She remembered sticking her tongue out at them as they marched outside with their father leading the way.

“Hey, June Bug.” Dean’s voice broke Jamie’s train of thought. He took off his jacket and hung it on the back of his chair, kicking his feet up onto her bed and sighing. Sam rolled his eyes and took the other side.

“Did you talk to the doctors?” She asked, scratching her brow.

“We did. They said they want to run some tests and make sure you don’t need any more in-house treatment before they discharge you.” Sam said with a smile. 

“Nice!” Jamie fist-pumped the air. She was still sore but she wasn’t going to get any more limber sitting in bed. Especially when they might have another case.

“So what did you find in Dad’s stuff?” Dean asked.

“Well, it’s a lot and it’s a lot of nothing at the same time…if that makes sense,” Jamie said, raising her eyebrows and picking up a stack of the papers. So there are only a few coordinates for Colorado, Wisconsin, and Pennsilveiya.” 

Sam grabbed the journal from the duffle bag he carried in, flipping through the pages until he found what he was looking for.

“Right here. it said Blackwater, Manitoc, Catasauqua.” Sam said, pointing at the page in the book that listed the sites. 

“Looks about right. What are we going to do?” Jamie asked. The younger siblings looked at their older brother. he thought for a moment. 

“Well, the only way too Dad, is to follow him and hope we catch up. We can stick around for another day or two, see if we can find out anything else about Jess’s death and then we hit the road.”

It sounded easy, but things never were.

When her brothers left it was just her again. Jamie stared at her new laptop, she wondered if she would even find anything. It started with simple name and location searches. Research on psychics and what they did. She found a website that told all the secrets of fake psychics and magicians, a page dedicated to some kind of weird mind-reading role-play.

“Hmm, maybe if I narrow down the search to Texas?” She asked herself, aimlessly scratching at her neck.

-time break-

“Finally, fresh air!” Jamie said as she walked out of the hospital. The doctors cleared her to leave and she was out faster than a worm in a pickle. 

“Calm down, we still have to get back to the motel,” Sam said as he watched his sister. 

“yeah, yeah whatever. Say that after you spend a week in bed.” Jamie said, stretching her arms. Sam and Dean watched for any kind of wince or limp in their sister as she stretched.

“Guys, I am fine! One little tumble isn’t enough to keep me down! Relax a little.” She joked. “I want to do some shopping before we go. I need a few things.” She said approaching her brothers. They were still outside the hospital but when she stopped they did. A terrible habit they had. 

“Why?” Dean asked. Jamie could tell he was still upset about the money, but there was nothing she could do about that. The majority of it was made after they dropped her off at Bobby’s.

“Well, I need a laptop bag and I’m in California! I want to get a pin from every state for the bag.” She said, which was mostly true but she figured she would have more time to do what she wanted before they went to Colorado.

“I don’t see the problem. We can drop you off downtown, that’s a good shopping area.” Sam said, shrugging. 

“Whatever,” Dean said, walking past them and to the car. 

“He’s mad at me isn’t he Sammy?” Jamie asked as they followed shortly behind Dean. 

“No, he isn’t mad. Don’t worry.” Sam said. Jamie sighed. The drove was silent, just Black Sabbath 

“We will be back in a couple of hours. We have one more place to check out.” Dean said, looking up at his baby sister.

“Okay, is there anything you guys need?” She asked, leaning down to look at both of them. Sam and Dean looked at each other, she always knew that life on the road wasn’t easy and packing light was always rule number one.

“Toothpaste.” Dean huffed.

“Toothpaste, okay. Anything you need Sam, never mind, I’ll just get you the basics.” Jamie said. She had completely forgotten his apartment burned down. He probably didn’t have anything but the clothes he packed. 

Sam nodded, he was still very upset and was trying to stay strong. 

“We’ll be back at 7. So we can avoid traffic.” Dean said, taking a quick look at this watch. Jamie nodded and stepped away from the curb. Dean saluted and pulled off the curb. Jamie watched them for a moment before turning to the mall. 

“Alrighty Jamie. Here’s to a 4-hour adventure.” She said to herself. All she had was her backpack, 800 dollars, and high hopes. As Jamie walked she made a mental checklist. 

‘toothpaste, deodorant, toothbrush, comb, shampoo, conditioner, body spray.’ All things she had to buy but not the reason she wanted to have some alone time. She was on a hunt.

“Okay, let me get their stuff first so I don’t forget. Gotta find somewhere with pie before 6:45.” Jamie continued to mutter to herself as she walked down the street. Looking for a store that wasn’t her entire budget for a cardigan.

She found a small grocery outlet and grabbed a hand basket, most of it was pretty cheap, it was just a few things here and there. She handed the cashier thirty dollars and looked around, seeing some candy and lottery tickets. Nothing she could concern herself with right now. She still needed her alibi receipt. 

Jamie thanked the clerk and left, looking around again. There were lots of outlets, lots to choose from, where she got the bag didn’t matter, so long as it would fit her laptop without letting anything slip out. 

Having to run for your life is usually part of the job. 

She found herself in a small boutique, it had a very barnyard aesthetic, star hats, and flannel. Flannel was okay, it kept you warm but she preferred something a little less, lumberjack. She browsed for a moment, walking around the shopping area once and assessing where the cameras were. There wasn’t a sensor on the door so in theory, she could walk out with just about anything she wanted. 

“Do you have laptop bags or pins?” She asked the woman at the desk. It was just the two of them.

“We have pins but for bags we mostly sell purses.” The woman answered not looking up from her newspaper. The front page was the fire that killed one and demolished an old apartment building. 

Jamie looked away and walked out. There wasn’t anything there that matched her style. Plus expensive things are more likely to be stolen if you live on the road.

She found a California Bear pin she liked, only five bucks. She purchased it and kept her receipt.

While she was in the hospital, she was doing more research than just scouring through her Dad’s notes. She had her own hunt to worry about as much as she wanted to find their Dad and whatever killed Jess, she had to focus on herself now.

Sure, her Dad being missing and possibly dead should be a top priority, and it is but she just needed some information. Luckily there was a psychic that worked nearby, only a few blocks due east. 

When she was researching, she couldn’t help but use her new laptop to search for her Mom, she had done it before with little results and this time was an even less fruitful search. Her next guess was that another psychic knew her and she was sure this one did. 

Histor De la Croix. A 50-year-old fortune teller, mind reader, and magic practitioner. Who was based out of Texas the year Jamie was born. How she got so lucky to find him in the same town her brother was in was nothing short of a miracle.

“I hope he knows something about her, even a picture would help.” She muttered to herself and she read the shop names. She had mapped it all out while in the hospital.

Did Jamie know why she was looking for her mother? Yes and No. Her family was her family and she didn’t consider her mother's family, she would be okay if her Mother still wanted nothing to do with her, at least that’s how her father and Dean made it seem, but at the same time, she couldn’t ignore the facts.

She had some kind of power and it was making things worse. Waking up in fields, feeling like she didn’t know who she was, losing time, all things that happened once she turned 17 and Sam left. She never told her brothers, they barely talked. Bobby knew he was the one who found her in the junkyard at six am. 

It wasn’t just a few weird occurrences. She never liked violence and only killed when she had to, she has only killed a handful of monsters but it never stopped making her sad. They have to eat just like she does. When she killed her very first vampire, she was 12. It was out of necessity since Sam had refused to go again. When she faced him, and swung her machete like her father taught her, she felt the fear he felt. The way his body reacted to the swing of death she delivered. How she felt it for several minutes after his head had rolled to her Father’s feet. 

Despite the experience, it was one of the few times her father had patted her on the back with a smile.

“Good job, June Bug. Let’s not wait around next time though.” 

The way Dean bragged to Sam about her when they got home, claiming he knew she was always the better hunter, even Dad had piped in when Sam started digging back at Dean.

“Boys. Watch TV or sleep, Jamie still has homework to finish since someone chickened out.”

Jamie stopped in front of a small shop, barely decorated with blacked-out windows. It sat alone on the corner of the block. minimally decorated compared to the other magic shops she had seen online. 

“The Magic Emporium.” She said to herself. It was the right place, but it didn’t look to be occupied. Compared to the rest of the shops, this one looked abandoned.

She tried to open the door but it was locked. Closed. Jamie tried to peek into the windows but the shades were too dark. She sighed and went around the back of the shop, looking around in case anyone saw her or her brothers managed to tail her. 

There was a small window that wasn’t covered, about two feet by two feet in size. She could easily fit through it if she left her backpack. She grabbed her pocket knife and carefully slid the lock out of place, using the gap between the sill and the seal. It took a few tries but she managed to move it enough to open the window. 

“Here goes a misdemeanor.” She muttered to herself as she peered her head in. There wasn’t anything blocking the window. She went in feet first, holding her backpack in one hand as she entered the building, shutting the window behind her. 

She took a moment to listen for any sound. The lights were off but the window provided just enough for her to see the silo of small statues and large plants. Jamie walked around for a moment, heading towards the door she had seen earlier, doing her best to make as little noise as possible.

Jamie was about to flip some kind of switch when she heard the familiar sound of a gun cocking. She froze in her place, in the dark.

“Who a’e ya?” A male voice asked from behind her.

“Uhm, nobody.” She said, turning around with her hands up. She moved slowly, just like her father had told her. She didn’t bring any weapons except for her pocket knife, but what good was a knife in a gunfight, in the dark?

“What a’e ya doi 'n in my shop?”

“I’m here for Histor De la Croix and I’m a student. Are you him?” She said. A partial truth but she couldn’t help but want to avoid an unnecessary risk. A man is less likely to shoot an innocent with no name, versus a burglar with a name he may not like. If he truly knew her Mom, there is a chance he knows her Dad.

“Well if nob’dy askin why would I be tell’n?” The man shuffled to the side, not taking his eyes off Jamie, he flipped the light switch on and the space illuminated. Jamie looked around the statues, shaman masks, paintings, and framed documents scattered on the walls. Copious amounts of plants and miscellaneous supplies. Histor was a lanky man, looked like one gust of wind would knock him over. Dark, messy hair and ungroomed facial hair.

Jamie had no choice at this point. If he wanted to shoot her he would have done it already. Called the police and said someone had broken in, what’s an old man’s word to a dead girl? She had to gamble that the truth would set her free this time. It was her last chance.

“My name is Jamie Winchester. I’m a hunter and I need your help.” She said, hands still in the air. She watched the man like a hawk. He stepped closer, rifle still aimed right at Jamie.

“Why should I help a hun’er?” He asked suspiciously.

“Because I am also the daughter of Frida, did you know her?” Histor’s expression changed when he heard Frida’s name. He slowly lowered the gun, furrowing his brows as if to look at her face. Jamie could tell he was getting overwhelmed just at the mention of her mother’s name. 

“You are the baby arem’t ya? That ole’ hun’ers bastard” The man asked, he was still holding the gun but it was lowered enough for Jamie to lower her hands as well.

“If you mean, John Winchester, then yes. I need your help, I just need information.” Jamie said, taking a step. Histor sighed and looked Jamie up and down. He wasn’t impressed.

“She warned me this would hap���pn s’mes day. Come on with me child.” The man beckoned as he walked deeper into the building. Jamie couldn’t help but be taken aback by his sudden calmness.

“What kind of magic practitioner are you?” Jamie asked as she took a few steps forward. The hallway Histor was heading towards seemed menacing, deeper than it should be. Like it almost wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Spells and material magic. I study magic that can be car’id in objects. But cha mama, she was in a diff’ernt league. She was magic all on ‘er own.” Histor explained as they walked, not even bothering to look back at Jamie as she watched the walls around her. They weren’t moving, but they weren’t solitary either. She felt like she was about to enter a room that was the love child of a fun house and a house of mirrors but as Histor spoke about her Mom, the feelings of unease and fear drifted away as she latched onto whatever positive emotion she was feeling from Histor.

“Uhm yeah, so I’m looking for her and I was wondering if you knew anything else about her?” Jamie said as they walked. They seemed to be going much deeper than the building allowed.

“You won’t fin’ her I can tell you that. The night she left you she only did it for you’s and those pesky hun’er boys safe.” He said with an irritated tone. “All yous woulda been mince if she hadn’t. I havn’t the faintest how she had a soft spot fo’ dem boys.”

“For real, they are douche bags. But you said she was trying to keep me safe? Safe from what?” Jamie asked.

“Ya mama was one of the last of an ancient bloodline. Do you know wha’ a Witness is?” Histor asked. They entered an even smaller room, just a table and a few chairs with a chest of drawers and a TV stacked on some boxes. 

“A witness? Like at a crime scene?” Jamie asked. Histor took a seat in the rolling chair and got comfortable. 

“No, more in the biblical sense. A witness is a mem’er of a powe’ful bloodline datin’ back to the time of Jesus and the disciples.” Histor said. “Come sit. We have much to talk about.” Histor waved at her. Jamie grabbed one of the chairs and sat on the other side of the table.

“Is that why I have Empathy?” Jamie asked. For a moment Histor seemed to pause before speaking up.

“Yes, being a witness does have its perks. Let me guess, it seems like you can pick up just about any skill like you’ve master’ed it?” Jamie considered for a moment. To think about being good at everything made her feel vain. For a moment she looked back on all the new things she had tried and how they were never as difficult as people made them out to be. Reluctantly she nodded. Histor scoffed.

“Just like ya mama, ya is. ya get visions of the to be o’e the al’eady been?” Jamie nodded. “It will just get wo’se ya see. Ya will get strong but that’s not the only thing. Throughout hist’ry, there have always been two witnesses. When one dies, the next ones powe’s awaken. A continuous, cosmic cycle. Your powe’s will grow as your mind does because of ya soul.” Histor explained. 

“Wait, so what I’m a reincarnation?” Jamie asked.

“No clue. But, when ya born, Frida and the second witness, a fool they called Marshall. They was in a bad way when you came along ya see. So the night ya born Frida placed a spell over ya. Protection from the witness’s eyes. So he couldn’t find ya.”

“Wait so, is he going to come after me?” Jamie asked. 

“Yes. It is a fate very few are destined for. You are a protector of sorts.” Histor was staring at her intently. How her eyes shifted and her expression changed ever so slightly as he spoke. “The man, Marshal came and asked me about ya, he was convinced yous were his blood.”

“Wait, my dad might not be my dad?” Jamie asked. This was the moment her world started rocking. John might not be her dad, then Sam and Dean aren’t her brothers… she was reeling. “Am I? of his blood?” She gulped. Her hands were starting to sweat.

“Oh, baby child, no yous is ya Daddy’s. There is no question about that. Ya, mama would neva lie about something as se’rious as family..”

“What was Marshal?” She asked. 

“He and Frida used to be thick as thieves till he was corrupted by a bunch of old dark magic. Frida managed to get away from him, ya came along and she had to do something. That’s why she made that spell of hers. She told me when ya pow’rs full awaken one of em would be dead but she couldn’t take the risk that it wouldn’t be him. So she cast the spell that night in Texas. She said it would suppress your soul’s power so he couldn’t find ya.”

They sat in silence for a moment. Jamie was absorbing all the information, she felt like she had just been tossed into a grain mill and her brain was being milled to mush.

“ya think i’m ly’in to ya dont ya child.” histor said, leaning back with some kind of smirking smile on his face.

“I’ve heard a lot of crazy and this takes the cake but no, Histor. I know you aren’t lying to me.” Jamie said, blowing air out of her cheeks. “I can feel it. I always say Lady Luck has a crush on me, but now I don’t even know what to think.” She shrugged.

“It’s like turmoil isn’t it. In ya heart. It’s the call of the witness. The way Frida explained ‘er powers. It was like being connected to eve’ythin’. But she knew she had a greater purpouse, she met Marshal and learned even more. Her abilites grew and grew and I bet yous will too but listen to me now child. This is as true as the sky is blue. I may be an old fart but you broke into my home looking for answers. you think that’s just chance?”

Jamie considered it for a moment. She felt no malice or deceit from Histor, he had no reason to lie to her at this point. Either of them could have made a move. Jamie sighed. She definitely couldn’t tell her brothers about this, if her Dad knew this whole time was he ever going to tell her?

“You said my abilities will grow? How are we talkin?” Jamie asked. If it was real, she had to take it seriously. It’s her only lead after all. She had to treat it just like she did the Shapeshifter, leaving no stone unturned. She would interview every psychic, medium, or shaman that was in Texas at the time whether they were dead or alive if she had to.

“Yes, they will. What they will be I have not the faintest of clues. Ya Mama could move objects and people with her mind sometimes, compelling them to tell her the truth. I know that as your powe’s grow, the spell she cast will try to fight them and there will be negative side effects until the spell is eventually broken.” Histor explained. He turned around in his chair and opened one of the trunks. 

“Negative effects like… sleepwalking?” Jamie asked, leaning forward and trying to see what he was doing. 

“No clue, ya might get sick, might experience prophetic nightmares, explode, might explode people around you. Ya might just flat-out drop dead. The spells Frida used were ‘er own. This is all I have left of ‘er.” Histor said as he placed a metal box on the table. he undid the latches and opened it. “I knew ya mama since we was youngins. She was always talented and very grown up for her age, but when she turned 18 things started to change. She had nightmares and would often completely forget where she was. It may be the same for ya. Frida neva explained er’thing to me, but by the time we par’ted ways, she was as strong as a demon.”

Jamie was on the edge of her seat. This was the closest she had ever been and she had no idea where she could go from here. What could it be? A letter, a photo, some kind of book, or a clue? What exactly was Frida getting at? Histor said she knew Jamie would come looking for him in search of her. How much does he know?

Millions of questions ran through Jamie’s head like a high school mile as she watched Histor. Everything felt like a dream, she tried to take in every detail she could, not miss a single thing the man had said. 

Histor reached into the box and pulled out a small gem, strung on twine. He looked at it deeply before placing it on the table.

“I know how this all must seem to ya but ya mama was only doin’ what was best for ya given ya’lls situation. She left me this and told me to “give it to my gal when she finds you.” and I ain’t seen ‘er since. You are the only gal who has come to see me since 1999.” he confessed. 

“I am in way over my head…” She muttered, reaching for the gem. “I need two more favors and I will pay and be on my way, Histor,” Jamie said, pulling out the bills she kept in her pocket. Histor was shocked for a moment but when he saw the amount he couldn’t help but accept. 

“Ya Frida child, I give ya the discount.” Histor winked and nodded for her to continue.

“The spell. How do I break it?”

“I haven’t the foggiest. I do know a spell that could undo any spell. It’s not easy though and you could die. When spells like the ones ya mama cast are broken, often they take somethin’ to remember ya by.” 

Histor was watching Jamie intently the entire time. He knew this day would come because Frida told him. He stared at Jamie and she stared back. She had the same thick curls and tan skin Frida had, even her freckles matched. He felt like he was staring at a time machine.

“Ya look just like ya mama ya know that?” Histor said. Jamie looked up, surprised and then sad.

“Really?” She asked as she fiddled with the gemstone. It was probably a jade if she had to guess but now it was so much more than just a jade, or just a pendant. She put it around her neck.

“I was in love with her since we was babes. I could never forget her face.” Histor stood up and walked to the other side of the room. Jamie watched as he shuffled through old files. 

“You were in love with my Mom? What was she like?” Jamie asked from her seat.

“Oh, she was like a breath of fresh air and a burning fire at the same time. Ya Daddy didn’t get to know er too well before he beat it but she was one of a kind, and loved ya very much. Thats why she did what she did.” Histor said, pausing from his tasks and looking up, as if reflecting on a momemory.

“Here, I drew this the year ya mama vanished. This is ya mama.” He said, bringing over a piece of parchment. It was a drawing of a woman. Jamie was shocked at how much she looked like the photo, just a younger version. 

“That’s my Mom?” She asked. She cautsiouly took the photo in her hand, hoping she would experience some kind of vision but nothing happened. Her mother was a pretty woman, A strong jaw line and nose, deep eyes and dark, unruly curls. In the photo she looked about thirty. 

Histor reclaimed his seat on the other side of the table.

“Her Daddy was a black guy from over the train tracks, her mama was immigrant hunter who moved to America to live a normal life. When ya mama’s powers came along and her parents found out, they kicked her to the curb and she stayed with my family for a long time. Then she met Marshal and he told her about this ‘great purpose’ she served in a Holy War. A load of bullshit if you ask me but that’s how it happened. After she met Marshal we talked less and less. He tried to indoctrinate her but it was a whole mess when ya Daddy came along and accused him of being some kinda witch. Not to far of the reservation if ya ask me.” 

Jamie nodded as she stared at the photo. She was learning things even her father didn’t know. She actually had no idea how her parents met or how long they knew each other. 

“Life is weird.” She muttered, shrugging her shoulders. 

“Say that you won’t go looking for ya mama.” Jamie looked up with furrowed brows. Her sadness quickly turned into anger when she heard his words. “Lis’en to me, Jamie Winchester. If ya go looking for ya mama, Marshal will come looking for ya and that man is fa’ more powe’ful. I will help ya break the spell but if somethin goes wrong don’t blame me.”

“Histor. I can’t even begin to thank you for everything you’ve shared with me. I’ve spent half my life searching for her. For answers. If someone wants to come after me, they can try, if they try to stop me, I will kill them first.” She said, her gaze was hard and bore into Histor’s soul like a drill. 

Histor’s gaze remained steadfast. Beady blue eyes were hidden behind a heavy brow and messy hair. he wore a heavy frown but he never looked away from Jamie.

“Very well. I warn’d ya. To break the spell you need to be in the same place it was created. Likely in that house in Texas. You will need Ague Root, the ash of a Holy Object like a cross that has been dipped in Holy Water, and the caster’s DNA.”

Jamie nodded as she listened. Writing everything down on of of her receipts. 

“After you have all ya ingredients. On the night of a full moon, you must be in the exact location the spell was casted to reverse it. Grind and mix all your ingredients, and chat the following.” Histor instructed, motioning for her to pass the paper and pen. As he wrote he continued to explain the spell. 

“When you cast this spell, there is no way of knowing it will work. There may be more consequence than gain when you do this, nothing may happen.” He explained. 

“You just told me if I don’t break this spell I might drop dead, I can deal with the consequences later. I refuse to leave my brothers alone in this world but I will be careful. Thank you Histor.” Jamie said as he passed the paper back. She stuffed it into her pocket and got up. She stood by his side and crouched, looking up at the old man with tears in her eyes.

“It’s a possibility. Unless you’ve already started experiencing the side effects?’ Histor questioned. Jamie nodded, she didn’t want to admit it but deep down she knew he had been telling the truth and what’s been happening to her for the past year was because of her mother.

“I can never truly repay you for your help today. You have given me things that my family has tried to keep away from me for years. Here is my number, if you ever need help, call me, for anything” She said, giving him a quick peck and the cheek and standing up. Holding a smaller piece of paper to him. 

Histor smiled at her and accepted the paper. “I think I have one more thing that might help ya.” Histor stood up again. Jamie was worried he’d lose his footing but he managed just fine. “When ya mama came and saw me that night, she left me with more than just that pendant. I don’t think she wanted me to give to ya, but I’ve never been good at following rules.” He chuckled, walking to the same chest he grabbed the picture from. he pulled out a small book-sized box.

“Here, I got no clue what that is. She said to protect it with my life though. It’s probably safer in your hands than mine.” Jamie accepted the box. She looked at it, there were some runes on it but nothing that looked too serious.

“To get out, just walk straight and pass through the front door this time. It’s illusion magic ya mama woulda seen it” he said with a scoff. Jamie shrugged and waved before making her way out.

“You did it, Jamie.” She muttered to herself as she passed right through the front door, coming out onto the street. Jamie looked back at the box that she stashed under her arm, using her free hand she wiped the tears that peaked from her eyes.

“Maybe I’m psycing myself out but if I touch this and get a vision I’m going to look very weird just falling on my ass.” She muttered to herself before placing the box in her backpack, making sure to put it at the bottom, under everything else she had bought. A shoplifting trick she learned in high school. 

She her hand through her hair and sighed as her fingers got caught in the naps of her curls. 

“Dammit. I thought I was doing pretty good keeping it untangled.” She muttered to herself before making her way down the road.

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a/n there it is. honestly i am way to lazy to make these look nice like the other authors so enjoy the bare minimum for presentation lol. let me know what ya though and thank u for all the likes. it feeds me.

[howhow326]

Half Tamaranean Alya Au

(Just a silly idea I had after seeing aus with half Kryptonian Marinette)

So after Alya's parents had Nora they went on a year's long relationship break (no divorce, but definitely considering it) and they were both seeing other people during this time so no hard feelings.

Then one day Marlena (Alya's mom) met this really mysterious guy at a bar who was saying stuff like "I'm the king of an alien planet that's being invaded" but Marlena was too drunk out of her mind to process that and the next day she thought it was a fever dream lol

Marlena eventually gets back together with Otis and gets pregnant... a bit faster than normal. Marlena still thinks it's Otis child until Alya is born with flaming red hair and emerald green eyes. She thinks it might ruin her marriage, but Otis assures her that Alya is his daughter now and nothing will come between them anymore (needed to shoehorn in my supportive husband agenda)

Alya's parents still think she's human until Alya's 4th birthday where she starts flying and shooting fire from her hands. Yeah. She almost burns their house down. Marlena also realizes that her OnS partner was real and actually an alien prince.

The expirence freaks Alya out and she voluntarily swears off using her powers. She eventually starts dying her hair brown and wearing hazel contacts to seem more normal. Of course, this breaks her parents hearts because screw fantasy parents that do the Frozen shitw.

Deep down, Alya does wish to learn how to use her powers and become a superhero. She starts doing tons of research on superheros all around the globe (superman is her favorite) and starts a superhero blog. Her parents and siblings encourage this side of Alya, but they never push her to use her powers until she feels she is ready.

The Cesaire's move to France where Alya becomes best friends with Marinette. Marinette is the first person outside of Alya's family that she trusts with her super secret. Oh, I guess Alya also tells knock-knees, I mean Nino, her secret to when he boyfriend traps I mean dates Alya. Marinette's not a half alien in this au but the idea of the two of them being half aliens and then finding each other is so slay

Alya eventually does a DNA test with the hope that her alien dad *might* have taken one... and she gets a match. STARFIRE FROM THE TEEN TITANS IS HER HALF SISTER!!! (Stars dad is a cheating ass slut). The two immediately hook up and it's just a nice day. Alya gets to reconnect with her Tamaranean heritage and Starfire goes from having one sister that hates her to 4 sisters that love her! And parents that won't sell her into slavery!!

Anyway, Raven tells Nino that she will give him a fate worst than death if he doesn't treat Alya like the queen she is.

[bittersweetblasphemy]

hey sorry you're sick bud. what's your oc with the most tragic backstory? vs an oc with a relatively chill past?

the most tragic? woof that's a tough one. and i'm gonna use it as an opportunity to infodump about a lot of OCs lol

most of my characters have at least some level of trauma. i mean just going through my works (and not touching reader characters):

your First Mate in LLTQ comes from a species known for stealing people away to use as brood queens and where said Queens are usually not consenting, then was sent off to perpetuate that same cycle completely alone for the first time in his life. one has to wonder what he went through to decide your consent actually mattered to him.

Hulo was once a human man whose literal humanity was slowly stripped from his soul and eaten over the course of decades

David's no-contact with his family. mom was neglectful from the beginning and cares more about his half-siblings than him. step-dad is some ex-military jackoff who thinks he's a loser who will never amount to anything. doesn't have many memories of his bio dad who just up and left when he was three

Brizeth and Colovan i won't say much about bc i'm actually going to talk about this in the next chapter for B&D. what i will say is that their childhood was fucked up but also a completely normal childhood for demons like them, so is it really that tragic? 🤔 (and bc im sure people's minds are going there, no, there is no CSA involved despite them being concubi)

Adrian is a fallen angel whose anger got his wings ripped off

Hector watched his first love die

Malak is the bastard child of a palace concubine who very conveniently isn't around anymore so you do the math

Tuq left his herd to live completely on his own due to rampant transphobia

Sasha got his scars from attempted murder via arson by homophobic wannabe monster hunters who were hoping to kill him and Theodore

Viktor's big sister, who he looked up to, was killed by a werewolf hunter

the imps in QR paint a pretty clear picture of the hell (literally and figuratively) they'd lived through before being taken in by Horace

where do i even start with Arro? [1][2][3][4]

but ultimately if i had to pick, i think i'd pick Gage. they were kidnapped and sold into forced sex work where all of their memories of their prior life were completely wiped, effectively factory reset, and they frequently deal with trauma by just erasing memories they can't handle. this includes deleting any knowledge of entire people and friendships because they were either killed or committed suicide, and Gage would rather forget than deal with the pain of missing them.

and while they may not have those direct traumatic memories haunting them, they're perfectly aware of the gaps in their memory and what they mean, which just strikes me as particularly sad.

Chill backstories? I mean,

Willow had a normal childhood and learned her love of gardening from her mom and dad, who she has a good relationship with

Marius came from a decently well off family and just liked having sex enough to make a profession of it

Ahlex grew up in a world with UBI, Universal Healthcare, and where there's always plenty of food and fresh water to go around, so despite being raised by his single disabled mother, he had a pretty easy time growing up

Marble and Button were childhood friends that fell in love as they got older

ignoring the tragedy that led to his current position as Malak's guard, Bic had a great childhood and was being mentored to be a clan storyteller, which is a very highly respected position in goblin clan hierarchy

Nina lived a comfortable life with her mother and father, who taught her the art of monster hunting and also impressed upon her the importance of the honor code she still lives by.

anyone else who i haven't listed either has their chill backstories at least alluded to in their fic (like Melia), or i just haven't given them a backstory yet

[notthemonthbutmarch]

Kaveh and Navia Half-Siblings Headcanon

I'm still half way through Act 2 of the Fonatine Quests but I wanted to give this headcanon some thought, so this will include some spoilers but if it falls through then oops. I'll blame it on not having the quest done and such.

So, what we know about Kaveh's family is his mother moved to Fontaine after the death of Kaveh's father, came back to Sumeru to tell Kaveh about the job offer she accepted, and hasn't really been heard from again. We also know that Kaveh's dad died when Kaveh was still young, and while it was probably a couple years after the incident, Kaveh seemed to have become an Akademiya student soon after.

Navia's family situation is that Navia was mostly raised by her father because her mother had issues during the pregnancy and didn't make it. Furthermore, Navia has been trying to solve the case of the disappearing girls because that was the case her father lost his life in.

Both have mothers that aren't accountable and fathers that are confirmed dead (Navia's mother is also confirmed dead but I'll get into that).

From how I see it, Kaveh is still significantly older than Navia, no matter what time he enters the Akademiya, but parts of canon point to young. Since Navia was targeted by the Sinthe people to be one of the missing girls, that— to me— makes her sound like she's in her twenties. Meanwhile I can see Kaveh well into his thirties, or at the very least at the age of thirty.

With this gap in them being born, I don't think it would be to far of a stretch to assume that if Kaveh and Navia had the same mother, then neither of them would know. Kaveh lost contact and Navia didn't get to meet her.

I don't have much proof, but then again this is a headcanon and not a theory, so all of the previous evidence is more framework.

Narratively, I see Kaveh encouraging his dad to enter the Interdarshan Championship around the age range of 7-10, and joined as an Akademiya student around 15-17. During Kaveh's time at the Akadmiya, his mother moved to Fontaine where she was sight seeing and trying to heal, and got caught up as a target for the Sinthe dealer people. She managed to escape being a victim because she wasn't from Fontaine— like how Paimon saved Navia by drinking the Primordial Sea Water for her— and went looking for help by the Sinthe's greatest enemy, the Spina di Rosula.

There, she met Callas and the two started working as partners. Kaveh's mother also gave herself a fake alias, Clementine, to have an easier way of helping the investigation as well as hopefully keeping them from looking into her past, finding her son, and kidnapping him all the way from Sumeru in order to get revenge on her. After all, while the Sinthe cartel seems to be a Fontaine centric organization, the characters in the quest don't know what they're capable of, so I wouldn't put it past her to fear that they'd go looking for Kaveh. It also explains why Kaveh's mother left for Fontaine, came back to tell Kaveh about a "job opportunity," and disappear back to Fontaine again.

With Kaveh fully removed from the equation and her trying not to think about her previous, now dead, husband, she starts falling for Callas— who reciprocates her feelings. They fall in love over the course of their joint investigation, but all the stresses are wearing her down. The guilt over getting a new husband after not completely mourning the first one, the horrible possibility that Kaveh could still be involved in this somehow, and the many other girls that have been victims of a crime she— by no fault of her own— survived puts heavy stress on her body, and by the time she's pregnant with Navia she's in no shape to actually carry to term.

But just like Callas hiding his illness from Navia, her mother hid her condition from Callas, gave birth to Navia, and died.

From there, everything plays out the same. Kaveh graduates the Akademiya with no sense of a home, builds the Palace of Alcazarzaray, falls into debt, and ends up living with Alhaitham. Navia grows up under the care of her father and as they clash head Callas investigates the Missing Girls case, gets to far in than he expected to be, and ends up having to die in a duel with Clorinde while also threatening then cartel with information to completely protect Navia should she chose to live a normal life. Neither has any idea of their half sibling and it will possibly remain that way forever.

[samsblades]

Since Ur in Ur dad Sam era and I'm in my tlou era I bring you = Late seasons Sam Winchester who gets a young kid shoved into his hands after his parents are killed by monsters (the kid has no other relatives and refuses to go to a foster home) only to find out that this kid was chosen to be the next demon king/lord just like he was. So he decides to defend the kid with his life because it'd be over his dead body if the same thing that happened to him happened again to a kid that's barely an adult.

Sam tries to shield the kid from the hunting life but demons and other monsters are just drawn to the kid so he has to push his morals away to shove a revolver in the hands of what is barely a teenager (I'm thinking 14.). He tries his best. He really does. Trying to understand the kid- make sure that they don't feel alone and that he's there for him. But it's so stressful because Sam has a bunch of other shit in his life too. There's Dean and Cas and Crowley and Rowena- God the latter just cannot keep their hands off the kid! Trying to teach them witchcraft or trying to kill them because they pose a threat if Lucifer were to get out again.

Having the kid get treated as a demon spawn by the other hunters only to have Sam, all tough and experienced, to come up from behind and ask if there is any problems.

Sam is not the best parent- God, he knows he is and definitely not to a teenager that was suddenly dropped into his lap.

It's like they do everything just to annoy him. Shoving the revolver in the back of their pants. He grimaces, "Don't do that. What're you trying to do? Shoot your ass off?" He mutters and tugs it out. Sam does the exact same thing- he just doesn't trust the kid enough to be sure they remembered to put the safety lock on.

The kid, although doesn't act like it, wants to be close to Sam. He's really all that they have. They do what they can to get closer. They're bad at it. Puns can only get you so far.

Maybe at some point lucifer tries to contact the kid- promising them their family back. Their old life. What they dream of at night. What they reminisce. They could have it all back. The laughter at the dinner table. The smell of their mother's robe and the brush of their dads beard. It's tempting- of course it is. The devil is promising their family back. But Sam peaks through the illusion. His laughter. The tug of his smile and the faint glint in his eye when he's proud or amused by something. The tone he uses when he's disappointed but not upset. The scent of books and cedar on him. The feel of his hand brushing through their hair when they're sick and he's trying to get them to fall asleep.

Tempting. The offer is most certainly tempting. The kid is just confused as to why the devil is offering something he already has.

BROOOO THIS IS INSANE😭😭😭 sigh currently refusing to watch season two because i’m too emotionally unstable for that still BUT i can’t wait to pirate that shit later (remember to be aware that the gameplay of tlou 2 is inspired in part by the israeli occupation of palestine and ensuing conflict and genocide, but presents a centrist view of the occupation. nom personally choosing to pirate season two because of this.)

ANYWAY IM OBSESSED WITH THIS AND I AM SO SERIOUS WHEN I SAY THAG I THINK ABOUT THIS CONCEPT VERY OFTEN!! usually slightly different though with surprise half sibling!reader. anyway i love this version of it, its too good :,) THE ANGSTTTT ig im just loving the dad sam angst these days. him doing everything to keep his kid out of harms way and away from the hunting world but never being able to fully do so. :(((

THE DIRECT JOEL QUOTE IM SOBBING and i love the way i can hear sam saying it to this poor dumbass kid but in such a different way than joel did :,)

BUT THE ENDINGGGG😭😭😭 the kid really does think life is okay with sam :,) and im crying because sam is forever convinced he’ll never be enough. sobbing or whatever

[cryptidsurveys]

Wednesday, December 18th, 2024.

Are both of your blood parents still in your life? They are now. I was estranged from my mom for around ten years, but we got back in touch during the summer of 2023 and things have been going fairly well between us since then. I thought I might either have to or prefer to break contact with her following the family drama instigated by my sibling back in September - which didn't directly involve me, but put me in a very difficult position - but things…uh…worked out. I guess you could say.

Were you tired when you woke up this morning? Tired and a bit headachy, but I felt better once I got going.

Have you ever made out on a couch? Yeah.

What does your last text say? Random gibberish from my dad - a response to me letting him know I was on my way home on Tuesday night. We've gotten into the habit of just sending random key swipes.

Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? Mind ur own fvcking business!

When’s the next time you’ll be drinking? I'm not sure, but probably not until next summer. The animal shelter puts on a fundraising event that involves beer tasting, so I might have a few sample drinks.

Captain Morgan or Smirnoff? Neither.

What are you doing on Halloween? I was at the animal shelter in the morning, put up a few decorations once I got home, then handed out candy to trick-or-treaters in the evening.

Have you ever been drunk at school or work? No.

Have you lost friends in the past years? How many "past years" are we talking about here? I've definitely lost friends over the course of my life, but if we're talking about the past few years, then my friend group of ONE (Ollie) has remained intact.

Have you finished school yet? I never really finished school. I dropped out and got my GED, then made it through a couple of rocky semesters of community college before calling quits on that as well.

Do you know anyone who still doesn’t have a smartphone? No.

Have you ever been on a cruise? I haven't. I might consider something like an Alaskan cruise (to see the glaciers, icebergs, etc), but the whole idea of a cruise isn't particularly appealing.

What is your favorite kind of fruit juice? Cranberry.

Have you worn a necklace today? Yes.

Have you ever had an x-ray? I've had x-rays of my teeth and chest, as well as a DEXA scan (to check for osteopenia / osteoporosis due to my eating disorder).

Do your parents smoke cigarettes? They used to smoke, but not anymore.

Did you leave the house today? If so, where did you go? Yeah. I went grocery shopping this morning. Picked up some goodies for the cats at the shelter as well as some snacks and coffee for the workers. I recently found out just how much walking the dog people do on a regular basis and the little granny in me came out. Oh, you poor dears, are you hungry? Have you eaten? You must be famished! Lol, I already bring snacks and things I've baked on occasion, but now it feels even more important. No wonder they give off very similar vibes to long distance backpackers…they practically ARE.

Do you know how to whistle? I do.

Have you eaten cake today? No.

Have you ever tried Turkish coffee? I haven't.

Do you know anyone who was born overseas? People online.

What was the last hot thing you ate for breakfast? Oatmeal with peanut butter, half of a banana, a piece of snickerdoodle chocolate, pecans, and some Christmas sprinkles.

Do you have to go to school or work tomorrow? No.

Have you been to the movies lately? What movie did you see anyways? I saw Wicked with my mom on the day before Thanksgiving.

Have you ever used a muscle stimulator before? Did it hurt? No.

Have you ever owned a pet bird? What was this bird’s name? I haven't.

Have you ever seen the really old movie, The Birds? Did it scare you? I think I might have seen it…but no, I don't remember being scared by it at all.

Have you ever done anything dangerous enough to have risked your life? Mostly self-destructive behaviors. But really, even relatively normal activities like driving or backpacking or taking the stairs right as a cat darts underfoot could end me just as easily if something went seriously wrong. Just being alive is a risk to my life, lmao.

Do you ever watch MTV? What shows do you normally watch on there? I watched it when I was younger. Mainly reality TV shows.

Do you consider yourself egotistic? Do people call you egotistic? No and no.

Do you get embarrassed when your parents talk about when you were a baby? Not at all.

Do you have any children? If so, how old are these children? I don't.

How many times a day do you brush your teeth? Is that enough in your world? Twice a day. I probably should start brushing them after eating certain types of foods - don't want anything stuck in my toof cracks. :B

Do you get horny a lot? No.

What gives you anxiety? What indeed. I'd love to tear that thing out at the root and be done with it.

[eclipsecrowned]

little future discord thread things i love for my t*vs

every time miruna is remembered as a hero who died trying to defeat the evil she created valas and ast*rion (her actual killers) make anxious eye contact unintentionally. somehow no one catches on to that glaring red flag.

sybelle as hell's belle: a glow up presented by following the man she loves into literal hell to help his bestie and to study with her idol who is in love with said bestie.

g*le establishing a wizard tower in hell to have a place to organize his thoughts and research into helltech... and also a place for his lady love to rest her weary head and have a shelter against the war that wages around them.

the fact he defends this tower from z*riel's minions by just flashing the orb and threatening to take out at least three levels of bataar.

the z*riel heist to try and fix k*rlach, which fails in what it set out to do, but a series of nat 20s does allow the party to fight and negotiate their beloved hellion out of a devil's service.

the unnerving realization that druids in their elven twilight years are aurelia's half-siblings, and that their mother measures her age in millennia, not centuries.

the fact hel's dad keeps stalking the party trying to recruit them for the brewing war with cyric only to keep just missing them. after every one-shot or mini campaign there is a guaranteed 'post credits' scene of loki rolling up hours to weeks too late to speak with the party.

ast*rion desperately trying to get his partner to realize the hot druid is trying to get with her. he wants this polycule so bad.

hel and h*lsin both becoming champions of their respective gods during the second campaign.

aurelia finally getting h*lsin to do owlbear from the top rope in a boss battle and deriving more serotonin in that moment than she did when her son hatched.

whole party conspiring to get valheart back together after they decided to 'take a break' at the end of the game proper. no one meddled in this romance the first time around and look what happened. you're both miserable.

dilf era valas and his abiding love for his son verun. he may not be blood but he is his daddy.

dilf valas also being slightly intimidated as his son's clear genius begins to manifest, because his four year old understands the concept of avante garde in his art and is expressing it.

insufferable sorcerer valas going into business with insufferable wizard r*lan. everyone loses.

sendings from verun at beautiful h*llowleaf farm with his friends buttons and us <3

sendings from xan at beautiful roseburn grove confused by fleshy material plane beasts <3

hel and aurelia conspiring on a devil's trap that will blow m*zora sky high if she shows up at the wybelle wedding. of course she does. and she goes flying.

the fact every other adult had serious misgivings about the 20 and 24 year old making it in the long term, only for wybelle to be the one that everyone is going to for relationship advice ten years later.

whole party appealing to logic in hel that 'your love and redemption stance did nothing to g*rtash, tell us in ten words or less it will work on other members of the church of b*ne.' guess what she still tries.

just the fact the final campaign is miruna revived and intent on scaling the throne of bh**l and the party having to deal with that however they're dealing with it --

[justsomeonewow]

((I also add trigger warning here⚠️⚠️))

When I was two I accidentally broke dad's favorite vase, he got aggressive and locked me in a basement and left me there for two weeks without food or water and when I had three years he...he did not nice to me...sorry, can't bring myself to say it...but on the next day mom took me to a cult, they took half of my blood but they said that "I'm not compatible with Satan" so it gave everyone of my town liberty to do whatever they wanted which happened, at 5 mom started getting more aggressive like hitting my wrist with a ruler, doing lobotomy in me, insulting me every time I ate more than she considered and hitting me, my dad was worse, he started selling me for man for either slavery or... y'know? And my sister she...she lessened her actions but it didn't mean she stopped and the others didn't help either, I was the town's punching bad, soon when I was 7 I had my first pregnancy which my dad didn't approved, he took me to get a abortion but soon a family moved there, I made a friend with the older daughter! Her name was Ana Pietra, she was very nice and unlike the others she treated me well! She even stopped her stepfather for doing anything with me...well, when I was 13 I found out my mom was cheating on my dad with other men and he...killed her...Lizbeth was very dismissive about that...but the cycle of getting pregnant and forced to abort kept on till I was 15, it was when he forced me to marry a man who cared for nothing but my appearance, he was a misogynist, he would hit me whenever I did something he didn't liked, I kept contact with Ana Pietra though! But...one day her house caught on fire and her entire family even her little siblings sadly died...she started acting differently after that incident...she started becoming more rude and cruel but she was still my friend! I admit I grew a certain dependence for her and Lizbeth who started "taking care of me" but dad didn't changed...starve, hit, sell, burn and cut me were his favorite "punishments" and he started trying to force me to go to the same Satanic cult he and my mom were in alongside my husband, after losing more than 30 pregnancies my dad abandoned me and my sister and Ana Pietra started leaving me aside so it was just me and Lizbeth which made me emotionally, psychologically and physically dependent of her that was until we ended up stuck in a game, Lizbeth treated me worse to "tough me up" in the same of "tough love", of course I followed her...Ana Pietra said I got Stockholm Syndrome...that was until I met Ayuda! She makes me happy! She protected me and made me realize that I was being abused without realizing it, I love her with all my heart and soul

((I can already feel Ayuda is pissed with Hoppy's entire family❤️))

*holds Ayudas hands while looking into her eyes, making her think he's gonna say something sweet and smiles sweetly* you don't deserve hoppy. And i hope one day she starts treating you like your mom did. The way you deserve.

I- *pulls hands away slowly and just stands there reliving childhood memories while body shakes*

(( you broke her..... @hophopscotch ))

[wingardiumiku]

dancing in the moonlight | pjo snippet

percy jackson × sabrina garcia (daughter of hecate!oc)

summary : it has been a long journey, a tiring battle. acquaintances were made, friends were lost and and sabrina somehow has gray hair now. boy did she need this party and also a little closure.

Masterlist

The music was blaring, the light shining magnificently off the golden tidbits in the building. Sabrina wouldn't lie, after three consecutive summers filled with quests, then jumping back to being a normal teenager, endless hours spent rushing through homework (and cursing her godly lineage because a brain hardwired for ancient greek certainly didn’t help), she deserved a little unwinding.

The room was filled with godlings and she got the chance to meet some of her half siblings, the immortal ones. The meeting with Zeus and the Olympians was nerve-wracking to say the least. And no, it didn't help one bit that her mama was staring her down like a hawk, all the while Sabrina couldn't move, didn't dare to, and only fidgeted with her dirt-covered attire, one hand linked with Percy's.

Speaking of Percy. . .

She was sure if she came up with a thousand words to describe him, they would still fall short. Sabrina had crossed paths with him during her first year at Yancy Academy. Of course, she was fresh meat around the block, yet to be fitted into some stereotypical bunch. That was when Chiron had contacted her, notifying her about Grover shifting to her school to keep tabs on a demigod.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he was defeating a Minotaur, being claimed by Poseidon and confirmed to be the only child of Big Three, getting accused of stealing Zeus' lighting bolt, going on a quest to acquire it and miraculously surviving. Oh, did she mention the part where she was dragged along for a free ride?

Spending three years together tended to do things to people. Through Medusa's garden, through the Sea of Monsters and through holding the literal sky on their back, they had stuck together. And demigod or not, she was but a teenager with plenty of moodswings and wilding hormones. Just her luck, crushing on the guy with the most baggage.

And if falling for the greek counterpart of Harry Potter wasn't enough, Percy also gave new meaning to the word 'oblivious'. But he was adorable so she supposed she could let that little detail pass.

If she could find him, that is.

Making her way through the chattering crowd, Sabrina made a beeline for the daughter of Athena in the far corner of the room who was talking animatedly with few who reciprocated her interest in the hall's architecture.

Sabrina tapped the girl's shoulder, covering her ears to shield them from a song Apollo had composed and given bgm to all in the matter of two minutes. "Where's Percy!"

Annabeth scrunched her brows, red in the face from talking too fast. "I saw him with his dad like an hour ago! Look outside!"

At the mention of the Sea god, Sabrina pursed her lips. Talking to her mother was more than enough, especially with the interrogation she had to endure: 'Are you sure you are alright?' 'Have you taken some nectar and ambrosia? Here, this potions works wonders on sprains', 'I need to have a nice chat with Atlas', 'What is your relationship with Poseidon's kid?', 'Aren't you a bit too young to indulge in such relationships?'

Yeah, one encounter with an immortal was more than enough.

Sabrina tiptoed towards the exit of the palace, trying her best to avoid any and every conversation.

"Percy?" Her voice had dropped to barely a whisper as she peeked into the dark hallway, a startling contrast to the lively celebration inside.

Even deserted and bathed in shadows, the gold managed to shine through, just like every other part of Mt. Olympus. She wondered how much she would earn if she nicked a tiny peice from the ceiling and sold it back home.

Worn out high tops clacking against the shimmering marble floor, her eyes followed the moon as she peered into what was possibly the most well kept garden she had ever seen.

Finding a familiar figure at the end of the path, Sabrina managed a small smile. Percy was standing by a clear pond, staring blankly at the koi fish playing tag.

She slipped outside, sneaking up behind him as her arms circled his shoulder. "Boo!"

"What the Hades!" His hands came to rest on the underside of her thighs, steadying them from toppling into the water. A chuckle was ripped from him, "Don't do that. You'll end up sending someone to the afterlife in a second."

Sabrina hummed quietly, relishing in the chirping of crickets mixed with steady ripples drawn on the surface of the pond, their faces reflected in it as though it was a massive mirror.

With a dry gulp, Percy started, "I was thinking—"

"Don't hurt yourself."

"As I was saying, before I was very rudely interrupted", he glared.

If it was up to her, Sabrina could spend an entire lifetime staring at his green, green eyes.

"What if Luke isn't really the bad guy?"

His words snapped her out of her stupor and she scowled hard. "What makes you say that?"

His thumbs twiddling, Percy clutched the hem of his shirt, a clear sign of hesitancy. "I don't know. It's just. . ."

A pregnant silence reigned over the two. "I didn't ask for any of this to happen."

Sabrina jumped down from her perch on his back, tugging at his hand to make him sit beside her on the concrete that encircled the small body of water.

"Dont you think it's a little unfair how the gods get to sit here and enjoy a feast, sleep around and whatever while their children have to fight their battles for them?"

Percy's eyes looked anywhere else but her as he took in a shaky breath. "Being a demigod, the one supposed to save Olympus. . .I don't think I'm cut out for it. It's not me, it can’t be me."

It was quiet for a long time as she observed the subtle shade of red around the waterline of his eyes.

She could fathom what he meant, to some extent. They didn't get a say while being thrusted into a life with danger in every step of the way. Some let it get to their head and some didn't live to see a year past the acknowledgement of their status.

"You're right", she muttered finally, playing with his fingers. "It's not fair; never been and never will be. But what Luke is doing, that's just blowing it humongously out of proportion."

"But it's okay for people to die in vain when our parents can easily fight this war on their own? Why did Bianca have to die? What will Nico say when we get back to camp without his sister, huh? She was his only family left!" Percy snapped before his voice broke. "I gave him my word."

Sabrina flinched but her gaze softened as he sulked beside her, reaching out to pat his back. "It isn't okay. But what can we do? At the end of the day, we're just kids."

Percy rolled his eyes. "And that makes it so much better."

She let out a laugh. "Nope. It just goes to show that we can't do everything on our own."

Sabrina continued, unfurling her legs from where she sat crisscross, dipping them in the pond. "Percy, its true that we can't bring Bianca back but we can give Nico a family. Or a spot in whatever royally messed up dysfunctional group we are."

Percy glanced at her, finding her crystal blue eyes directed to the fish who came by to say hello. They didn't appreciate her making their home a pedicure spot but he thought better than to tell her that, lest she threatened to turn him into a stingray again.

Under the undisturbed rays of the moon, her crimson tresses seemed to glow. Come to think of it, she always had that certain aura around her—one that was willing to listen without judging hastily, always sharing her honest opinion but in a way that made insults sound like compliments.

People said it was easy to talk to her. He couldn't understand how. All he felt was his heart performing somersaults whenever she was near.

Heat rushed to his face as he remembered the day he had accidentally spoken out loud, questioning if she was an angel. Grover had nudged him with his elbow, the satyr wriggling his brows while Annabeth gave him one of her infamous smirks.

Faced with Sabrina's teasing smile, Percy had vehemently claimed that it was a joke. But as he sat wondering the same thing now, the butterflies that lived in his stomach went feral.

Sabrina blinked when Percy stood up suddenly, a hand outstretched towards her. She took it gingerly, without a question.

"What's on your mind?" She said when he laced their fingers together.

Relieving a breath he didn't know he was holding, Percy shut his eyes momentarily. Opening them again, he found himself staring at endless pools of ultramarine. Oh, right. It was her fault that he searched for that exact shade of blue in everything.

"Westover Hall", he managed meekly, "We were interrupted. I think I owe you a dance."

A smile curled on her lips. Giggles fell from her mouth at his attempt of managing them into a slowdancing stance. "Alright, merman. Just don't get cold feet, okay?"

One of the melodies playing inside, muffled but still decipherable, floated in the air.

 I found a love, for me

Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Her hands came up to his waist, his breath hitching when she stepped closer to him. In his too bold of an attempt, he had disregard the fact that he had two left feet.

Noticing his dilemma, Sabrina chuckled. "Relax. Nobody's watching. I won't judge, I promise."

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

Their first meeting, a simple exchange of pleasantries in the dean's office was stuck on replay in his head.

Her coming to check up on him when he had cooped himself in his cabin—too spacious and vacant a place—after the eventful Capture the Flag, something she wasn't obligated to do, her blasting Matt Sloan on his butt after obliterating a Laistrygonian, willingly taking half of the weight of the sky onto herself to spare him the agony, those were memories he wanted to cherish forever.

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

Despite her calm facade, the previously minuscule nagging voice inside her head had morphed into hollering cheers.

It was a sight for sore eyes—two teens fumbling in the dark, neither having a clue what the correct steps were supposed to be but they danced still, to a faded serenade.

And it was fine. As long as they were accompanied by each other's presence, the random comments made that kept them laughing through the whole thing, it didn't matter if they were flawed.

To fall in love with the other's imperfections was a lesson they were glad to have learned.

I will not give you up this time

But darling, just kiss me slow

She wasn't sure how it happened. In the spur of the moment, she had lifted her head from the crook on his neck, yanking him down by the front of his shirt.

The moment she pressed her lips to his, she knew epiphany. Growing up reading cheesy romance novels to pass time, cheating the sequence to skip to the 'first kiss' scenes, always envisioning what it'd feel, Sabrina could now surely say, it was euphoric.

No, there weren't fireworks magically exploding in the sky but the warmth that spread through her was immeasurable. Like downing a whole mug of hot cocoa on a cold December night.

Her heart was working overtime, senses clouded with the scent of ocean waves and a hint of peppermint, to the point he was all she could think about.

Your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you're holding mine

It was short, a fleeting moment of bliss that left remnants of it behind as it went. His ears were burning and his legs felt like jelly. Percy thought Sabrina was blushing too.

"I—"

"Wow. . ." Whatever she was going to say was cut off by his awestruck exclamation.

Percy felt goosebumps shoot up his spine. He was sure he was shortcircuiting right then and there. With his heart hammering inside his chest, he flashed a lopsided grin.

"Can I- Can I hug you, please?"

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark

With you between my arms

Two demigods who didn't know any better, at a place that was more than likely out of bounds, content with just being in each other's embrace. These little things, Sabrina was starting to understand, were the reason they fought so hard for.

Sure, tackling troubles that no normal kid should, fighting monsters from myths and facing loss everyday wasn't a choice they made for themselves. But it was either they could keep complaining or make the most of the time they had together.

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favourite song

"Annabeth! What are you doing outside with a camera? They're serving—"

"Shh!"

". . .Is that. . .Seaweed Brain and Scarlet Witch?"

"Yeah. Took them long enough. I thought I would die without seeing Percina happen."

When you said you looked a mess

I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it

Darling, you look perfect tonight

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osaatsu / miyacest drabble - Reincarnation AU

They aren't twins in this life. It's rare, but it happens. Usually at the very least they're siblings, but Atsumu is an only child now.

He tries to remember, but all of his lives have blurred together over the years.

He thinks maybe this is the first time they aren't related, but he can't say for sure.

It feels like he spends the first 18 years of his life waiting. Waiting for Osamu. Peering into eyes of strangers and hoping for that spark of recognition.

It's torture, only having half a soul, but finally on his 18th birthday he finally finds his other half again.

Osamu.

In this life Osamu is the dad of someone in Atsumu's year at high school. It's obvious he's only here for the ceremony, Atsumu has never seen him before.

It scares Atsumu to think that in this life they may have never met if not for some graduation ceremony he had even considered skipping. His own parents weren't even there.

As Atsumu sat, waiting for the ceremony to end, he had looked around and made eye contact by chance.

The man his gaze had landed on was at least 20 years older than him, and, feeling Atsumu's eyes on him, he had turned.

Initially, Atsumu hadn't thought much beyond that he was a little handsome, but the moment they made eye contact, Atsumu had known.

He could feel that thrum of recognition. The burning heat that scorched through him as Osamu, in another body, another life, gazed at every part of him and clearly wanted him just as much as he ever did.

Written on each other's bones, on each other's souls.

They were fated to find each other again and again.

Atsumu found him after the ceremony, tucked away behind one of the school buildings. Osamu looked stricken when Atsumu rounded the corner and threw himself into Osamu's space immeditaly.

"I thought--" Osamu began, but couldn't seem to find the words to finish it.

He clutched Atsumu to him instead, his body different yet utterly familiar as they breathed together.

"Samu?" Atsumu whispered.

He had felt tears on his neck and Osamu just laughed.

"I haven't heard that name in a while," Osamu sighed, but finally pulled back just enough to look Atsumu in the eye.

Of course, neither of them were called Atsumu or Osamu in this life, but they always knew. Always, who they were.

"You're so young," Osamu accused.

They were still close enough for their noses to brush and Atsumu grinned and ignored the jibe.

"Say my name now," he commanded, and Osamu barked a laugh.

"Demanding in every life, huh, Tsumu?"

And everything clicked into place once again.

At the end of their lives they would part once more, but they would find each other again.

Atsumu and Osamu. Forever.