#thane insp

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Thane lying on the floor during an hour long call with customer service; ink and pencil on paper 2022

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Hi everyone I found a new prompt/dialogue generator and i am obsessed with how in character the results are. Finally the chaotic Renegade Archangels we all deserve.

Really in love with this one: Jadè: the lone TikTok kid surrounded by a bunch of Vine adults.

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🧥 Adair, Ewan. Carina. Jadè. Thane

🧥 If someone your OC cared about was found wearing their favorite jacket whilst asleep, how would your OC react? Would they find the scene adorable/cute? Would they feel annoyed that their s/o is wearing their clothes?

Adair would think its adorable. Might take a picture to send to whoever it was when they wake up, and doesn't mention much about the jacket. Probably assumes that they're gonna keep it and expects to never wear it again. Is genuinely surprised if/when the jacket is returned.

Ewan. Brain is going straight to pining Ewan finding Avanda in one of his jackets/flannels tbh. Stands in front of the couch blushing for a little bit, very flustered. Asks one of his brothers why she's here in the first place and when met with a shrug and "she had a migraine, I told her she could sleep it off up here." he just stays flustered and it's adorable. When she wakes up and apologizes she offers the jacket back and is met with a scowl and a gruff "kee-k-keep it."

90% chance that she leant them the jacket in the first place, and is the one who told them to go to sleep. 10/10 will put on whatever background noise she knows they need to sleep and will be spending their nap making enough of their favorite snack for them to share when they wake up.

Jadè acts like its a big deal and like shes annoyed but secretly loves it. Keeps track of which of her friends like which jackets the best and then keeps them on hand to "grumpily" offer when they get cold.

Thane Curls up next to them and goes to sleep too. May or may not steal an article of their clothing. Platonic cuddles with the bros ensue. No one is safe. All are stuffed animals now.

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2 for Jalev Thane Jimmy Ewan

Do they have any unusual collections or items in their home?

Jalev collects books, and will gravitate towards some that "just look cool". They have one really pretty one thats called "The Journal of the Plague Year" and its about medieval plagues. Youd be surprised how many whacky and weird books are actually really pretty.

Thane collects little bones. Skulls and things he finds on hikes. Very desert boy kind of aesthetic.

Jimmy probably collects sea shells, but like Jalev's thats not all that strange.

Ewan collects nuts and bolts and screws. No idea why. He keeps them in a big mason jar. He literally just picks them up off the ground. He likes to carry the not so pokey ones in his pocket like weird fidget toys. If Castor were to bring him some from the shop, he'd probably just sit on the floor and play with it for like an hour.

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Archangel Crew <3

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Looking For Knives

Bad Things Happen Bingo Square Filled: knife to the throat. 1,218 words. Original fiction, Renegade Archangels (could be au or canon tbh) I'm not entirely happy with it, but it's the fist thing I've gotten to write in a long time so that's a win! The first aid in here is....sketchy to say the least. Please do not treat it as acurate, I did very little research, very late at night!!! Please read the trigger warnings, I did go a little farther than I usually take this sort of thing. All ocs make it out alive. :) Trigger warnings: Knife to the throat, throat slashed (windpipe cut only), bad first aid probably, beatings, tortured for information, mentions of blood.

Caelum shivered on the floor of his cell, curling in on himself and twisting uncomfortably against the cuffs on his wrists. He coughed, curling up even tighter as his broken ribs screamed in protest. It had been three days since he and Thane had been captured on the mission. On the first day, they’d pulled Thane down from the chains and had raised a fist--

And Caelum had instantly begged that they take him instead. That they beat him over his friend, his brother. There had only been a moment of hesitation, and then they’d dragged Thane back to his chains, screaming for them to stop, his words ignored as Caelum was pulled down in his place.

And the first day, he had taken the beating in relative silence. He’d cracked a few jokes, made one or two snide remarks, maybe. But overall, he hadn’t spoken. He’d assumed that when they were done, They’d take him back across the cell to his chains and string him up next to Thane again. But that hadn’t been the case. Instead, they had dragged him into the next cell over, and continued the tourture. 

He’d been able to hear them asking Thane questions as the night wore on. They’d beat him, leave him to faint from the pain, only to return with even more brutal attacks. 

Some time late in the day on the second day, he had broken. After spending the last two days strung up between the two walls and abused, he had finally cracked and let out a small wail. That had of course only spurred them on. By the end of the night, he was sobbing. Choked wails that were met by the sounds of them pressing  Thane for information, interrogating him with the promise that once he gave up the information that they were demanding, Caelum’s torment would end. Caelum had begged in between gasps and wails for Thane to hold his tongue. To his credit, Thane had held up. Thane had not said a word.

    Caelum coughed again, whimpering as his whole body lit up with pain. He blinked a few times, his view clouded by tears. His ears rang, but as he came to, he became aware of Thane crying out in pain from the next cell over.

    “Where is the Base?” The man who’d been in charge of Caelum’s beatings screamed, “Where? Where are your pitiful little friends?”

    Thane made no reply, only a small sob.

    “Thane…” Caelum tried to pull himself up,only to collapse with an agonized moan as his head smashed into the floor once again. He cried out and writhed on the floor, sobbing as he shifted. The door to his cell was flung open and he winced. Their captor grabbed the back of his shirt, dragging him towards the door.

    Caelum whimpered, scrambling to try and get his feet under him as he was thrown to the floor again. He was kicked, and he didn’t even try to bite back the sounds of pain this time. He could hear Thane begging for them to stop, begging for mercy as he was kicked again and again.

    “WHERE IS THE BASE?”

    “STOP!”

    Caelum’s back arched and he sobbed, feeling tears trace through the blood and grime on his face, burning his throat. His attacker stopped suddenly, grabbing a fistfull of his hair and heaving him up into a kneel. Caelum blinked hard, whimpering as he felt the blade press against his neck, a thin line of blood tracing it’s way down to his chest.

    “Please,” he whimpered, twisting against the man’s grip and causing the strain on his hair to increase, “please, no…”

    “Quiet!” The man snapped, pushing the knife harder into his throat. “Last chance, boy. You give up your base, or he goes.”

    “Thane, don’t-”

    “I said ‘quiet.’” Caelum whimpered again as the grip on his hair shifted, exposing his neck even more. 

    The room was silent. Thane was breathing heavily, weighing his options as Caelum’s heartbeat thundered in his ears. 

    “Tick Tock.” The knife pressed harder against his throat and he let out another quiet sob. 

    “Don’t--”

    There was a crash in the halway, and the grip on his hair momentarily loosened, just enough for him to let out a small breath. Whatever relife he had, however, faded quickly as he felt the knife flick across his skin quickly.

    “NO!” Thane screamed, “NO, CAELUM, NO!”

    Caelum’s hands flew up to his throat and he coughed, gasping for breath. He crumpled to the ground, curled up and terrified. The interrogator moved to kick him, but the door flew open and a shot sounded, dropping him to the floor. Nyar and Avanda stormed into the room, guns at the ready, with Ewan close behind them. 

    Thane begged loudly as they searched the room for any other threats, “Caelum, help Caelum, please, please Av, save him…”

    Thane’s screams echoed around him as Caelum gripped his throat, sobs seeping out of him as he gasped for air. 

    Avanda rushed to his side, grabbing his face. “Hey buddy, hey-I’ve got you. Think I can see your neck?”

    “H-he-help…” He gasped, “Hel-p me, A-vi…”

    “I’m going to, I just need to see what I’m working with here….” She gently pulled his hands away from his neck, nodding. “Ok, I’m going to cover the wound and I need you to follow my instructions carefully, ok?” 

Caelum forced himself to give her a small nod, trying to calm himself down a little.

Avanda’s hand clamped down over the wound, sealing it as much as she could. “Ok, take a deep breath for me?”

Caelum obeyed, wincing and crying out. “It hurts--”

“I know. One more?”

Caelum took in another breath, his hands gripping Avanda’s wrists as he stared up at her. 

She smiled at him a little, “You’re going to be ok, Caelum. You got lucky, best case scenario here.” She looked up at Ewan now. “Just his windpipe, I think he’s going to be ok. We need to get him to the hospital, no time for the base. Moving him is going to be the hardest part; I need to keep this wound airtight.” 

    Ewan nodded once, slinging his gun over his shoulder. “Alright, lad, let’s go slow.” He stepped behind him, lifting Caelum’s shoulders and helping him sit up. 

    “Wait there for a second.” Avanda ordered. “Feeling ok?” 

    Caelum closed his eyes again and took a few breaths, as deep as he could manage. He finally agreed, and Ewan helped him to stand slowly, Avanda’s hands still pressed tightly to his throat. Ewan draped Caelum’s arm over his shoulder, and nodded to Nyar. 

    The small group headed back out of the building, Cealum wincing in the early morning light. Ewan helped him and Avanda into the car, then ushered Thane in behind them before climbing into the driver’s seat as Nyar got into the shotgun seat.

    “It’s going to be ok, Caelum.” Avanda repeated. “It’s ok.”

    Caelum’s eyes slid shut, his breathing evening out as he squeezed Avanda’s wrist a little. “Thank you.” He whispered.

    “Hey, anytime. You’re my dumbass big-brother. It’s my job to watch out for you.” She teased.

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Ok. Spoiler time. Sorta. Bc its being revoked.

Tw character death.

I'd originally planned for Thane to die. One of the younger members of the crew. He found a woman who he fell in love with, they had a son, made Avanda his Godmother, and all was as well as it could be. Thane had successfully reuinted his kingdom and was leading his empire to help aid the Revolution. But then he was going to die. While Avanda was by his side, so badly wounded that she couldn't save her brother. And she would be the one to tell his widow that her son would grow up without a father, just as Hamish had been the one to give Mary the very same news.

Parallels. Tragic. Heartbreaking. "No one walks away from a war without losing someone"

Yeah. I'm not doing that. This crew has lost enough. They have hurt enough. I am not going to tear them away from one another. They deserve a happy ending, and I promise I'm going to do my best to give them that bc God do I need it.

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Some practice with the new style