I have many Ellie timelines.

Some main themes are canon divergence from the second game. In almost all I came back to Dina (or never left at all) and lived with her and JJ.

Additionally, in the time when I returned to Jackson, I was in a very bad state. Physically broken and almost dead.

I have some timelines where Joel wasn't killed at all.

Jesse was my best friend. Regardless of what happened, I appreciated him and was close to him no matter what.

The trajectory of canon was very similar, but many of the details were vastly different.

Patience (my Gallifreyan wife) and I were married for a long, long time together. She had short blonde hair, a roundish face, and green-brown eyes.

We had thirteen children together. Our eldest was a son, Susan's father. He had a virtue name like his mother, but Susan chose hers because she was fond of humans (like me). A genderfluid second child, genderfluid even within regenerations which was less common for Time Lords. They had two names as far as I know. A daughter, long light hair like Pat's. She had a title for her chosen name. I don't remember our other ten children yet.

I fell in love with Sarah Jane, and leaving her behind hurt. I knew I couldn't have her keep traveling with me. I considered going back for her numerous times, but the idea finally died in the Time War. I was not going to expose her to who I was at that point.

Leaving Rose in Bad Wolf Bay I realized she was lying to me about being pregnant. It couldn’t have been more than 4 months for her since our separation, and so she could’ve hidden it from me.

The second time I left her there, she told me our son’s name was Corin. I specifically said “good name, brilliant name” as I stuttered over my words.

What River told me in the library to get me to trust her was the name of one of my children.

Donna was my very best friend. I had many "best friends" in my life, but she would always be the number one from then on.

As 11, I looked different than Matt Smith. My appearance was closer to 10's, somewhere halfway between them.

Amelia Pond traveled with me. I got back in 5 months, not 5 minutes. Her family was gone — I decided I would be her family, now. I came to regret that decision later.

River’s history was different than canon. She was half-human I believe — her other half may have been from beyond that universe.

River had some way to change her appearance. She wasn't a Time Lord, but her species aged differently. She had been Amelia's best friend, but I hadn't met her as a child, only an adult.

River's and my relationship took a lot longer to develop than canon. My ability to get feelings for her was severely hurt by my lack of trust.

Oswin, the woman-turned-dalek from the asylum of the daleks, came and traveled with me. She and I became very close, particularly once I helped her get a body to transfer herself into. It looked human, and she felt human, so it was much better than having to walk around dalek.

Oswin and I had something of a romantic attachment, but we were both nervous to actually pursue anything with one another.

Oswin and Amelia had a very close familial bond — Amelia sometimes called her mum.

Oswin was killed by another dalek for being "impure." Amelia wasn't with us at the time, but I held her corpse. I don't know how I survived.

I met Bill after Gallifrey's return, and after dealing with the Master. We traveled together for a very short time comparatively speaking before she was made a Cyberman.

The reveal of the Timeless Child and everything that happened around it was different — I did have part of my history hidden from me, but not because I was a mystical being from another reality.

I struggled immensely with my feelings for Yaz. Both of us were hesitant, and I had lost so much. I thought that ignoring my feelings for her would somehow protect her from getting hurt.

My dæmon was named Mercy. We decided to change it to Merciful when I regenerated into Ten. Still usually called them Mercy.

Mercy's form as the Ninth Doctor was a maned wolf, and as the Tenth a giant otter. Twelfth was an american mink, and Thirteenth was an asian small-clawed otter.

At one point I had a monkey dæmon. I don't remember which regeneration it was.

It drove unit and other human organizations crazy because normally people can't hide their dæmons. On the other hand, I would often become a completely different person with a new dæmon. It was hard to track me.

When we were in the alternate earth, Mickey and Rose's dæmons described it as disorienting, kind of like trying to see through cloudy water. It took a while for them to adjust, and Rose's dæmon didn't fully adjust until they were trapped there.

When I went through the metacrisis with Donna, the metacrisis Doctor and Donna shared Donna's dæmon at first. Incredibly weird, didn't make a whole lot of sense.

I am both the Time Lord Doctor and the metacrisis Doctor from this timeline.

When the walls of the realities came down, the metacrisis Doctor formed his own dæmon in the parallel reality. They shared many of the memories of Donna's dæmon, but was their own personality and individuality.

As the metacrisis Doctor, I chose my name to be John. I became John Tyler when Rose and I got married.

We had a son, Corin, and a daughter, Mia.

My dæmon as John eventually settled as a marten, and she picked out the name Clemency. I was more aligned with masculinity and being a man than the Doctor ever was.

Dæmons were a pretty common connection to dust in the universe. Most humanoid races had dæmons, and ones that didn't had other ways of connecting to dust.

Gallifreyans could feel Dust. Not see it, but smell it and feel it.

Time Lords were the first species with dæmons. We were unique in that "settling" was more like choosing a favorite outfit. Something you have a lot, but eventually move on from. Our souls settled first when we realized who we were. Then when we regenerated, each time we had to find a new self. Because regenerating makes you a new person in a lot of ways, your dæmon changed too.

When you started to regenerate, your dæmon would fade away, and the invisible dust would re-coalesce into your dæmon again once your body had healed.

Just like Time Lords themselves, our dæmons kept memories, but often would have changes in personality after regeneration.

A Time Lord's dæmon's true name was usually a secret, reserved only for those you were closest to.

On the other hand, no other race had the same kind of repeated metamorphosis built in so most of them just settled the once. We found it very strange, but we got used to it. I thought it was amazing.

One of the reasons Time Lords invented the technology of putting large spaces inside small spaces was time lords with big dæmons. It was much easier to travel with your dæmon if you could fit them in your coat that's got big ol' pockets.

First step of the process to create a Cyberman was cutting away the dæmon. Their brains would still be intact and capable of being transplanted into a cybersuit, but it rendered most of the emotional dampening irrelevant. Without a dæmon you did not have a proper connection to dust and without physical connection as well it was hard to retain what would be recognizable as humanity.

Daleks bred out their connection to dust. They literally couldn't feel the flow of the universe, which allowed them to hate everything. When a Dalek was connected with a human or any other being, they would be connected to Dust for the first time in their life.

Different universes had different Dust flow. Dæmons in the wrong universe often had trouble interacting with others. Time Lords' dæmons were the exception to this rule, as they were adapted very well to…adapting.

During the fight with the Daleks, Rose absorbed the TARDIS but it ended differently.

Instead, she did something to herself, interfacing with the TARDIS and making herself not quite human anymore, but not quite Time Lord either. It saved her, and the TARDIS took its heart back and it took away her powers. Rose and the TARDIS were forever bonded.

She collapsed, and I took her back to 2005. For some reason I thought it was necessary for her to see Jackie.

Afterwards, she told me she could do one thing for me with the power she had left. She let it go into me, and it made it so all my future regenerations would just restore my body as it was. I didn't need to change who I was anymore. I don't think she knew what she was doing, not consciously.

We traveled together more again. Actually had that time together for as long as we needed.

Eventually I started teaching her about Time Lord history and culture in more depth. It came up as we traveled, and she kept asking more and more about it. Sharing it helped me move on from everything that happened.

Eventually we stopped visiting Jackie and Mickey. Rose felt bad, but it wasn't fair for us to. It hurt both Rose and her family immensely, but she was teasing them by being there; she wasn't human anymore.

We got married during the love festival on some moon. It was far off, but it was the same time, technically speaking, as Rose’s modern day on Earth.

It's possible we had a child together — unsure.

The battle of Kaer Morhen ended horrendously badly.

Geralt and Yennefer were killed in the conflict. I don't know how many others fell.

I was already disheartened and weak, when I was surrounded by the hunt and they killed Vesemir in front of me.

Something in me snapped, and I screamed. But I kept screaming, and not even Avallac'h could stop me. I screamed and vaporized the wild hunt around me.

Eredin didn't escape my magic; he bled from the ears and collapsed from my pure rage. The rest of the Hunt either left or was killed.

The rest of the fighters at the battle followed Keira Metz through a portal. I don't know who among them survived or didn't.

I screamed until my voice gave out and I tasted blood. Then I cried as I buried my parents.

I swore to never return to the world that took my family from me. As I promised, I began to travel using my powers.

Something changed me. I don't know what it was, but it stopped me from aging. As I traveled between realms, I never aged a day.

I never stayed in any particular place more than a decade, and I observed my vow to never return to my home world. It would be too painful, and nothing I truly cared for waited for me there. Vesemir, Geralt, and Yennefer were all taken from me and I was abandoned.

I tried not to let myself form attachments for fear of losing them again.

I was autistic.

I was a trans woman.

I struggled with physical touch, even with people I loved. I couldn't really deal with extended periods of physical contact with anyone.

My time passage went differently than canon. It was canon for a while, but after Raphaella joining the crew it changed:

The events of HNOC happened, and then the Ignominious Demise of Dr. Pilchard. Then, Out happened and I left. Aurora threw a fit, and the crew came to find me.

I returned to the crew, and then we went to the events of UDAD, and Ashes gave Aurora the gift of the chance to rebody herself. She got a body again, and we were together. We returned to the events of TBI with a complete crew.

When Aurora was rebodied, I gave up my comfort for a while to give her the touch she needed. It was about a week where I did any physical contact she needed while getting used to her body again.

I loved to infodump! My biggest special interests were mechanics and romance novels. I loved to spend hours talking at aurora.

I didn't talk much in general, but I talked a lot whenever I infodumped.

My biggest comfort objects were pieces of machinery and my jacket. I had my jacket weighed down in places.

I was easily overwhelmed in public spaces. I had shutdowns and meltdowns if too overwhelmed, and latched onto other members of the Mechs when in public places.

Mix of canons. Main sources are Batman: the Animated Series and the Poison Ivy: Cycle of Life and Death comics.

The best point of reference for my physical appearance is a combination of Stjepan Šejić's work on Ivy as well as the PI:CLD comics.

I could control the chlorophyll levels in my skin, so I could change how green I was. It gave me more energy when I had more, but it also made me much more noticeable.

Harley and I were together for a good while on and off. Part of the reason we were "off" was because Harley had a lot of issues with a savior complex, and the both of us were dealing with the trauma of our lives.

I decided I didn't want to be alone, I wanted a family. It was a big step for me to even imagine that for myself, given my past with my parents. I spent months genetically engineering plant and human DNA to create my sporelings.

My research was stolen. While my first sporelings were still incubating, I tracked down the people who killed my mentor and stole my research.

Soon after, my sporelings were born. I named them Rose and Hazel, after the tone of their skin when they were first born.

I found a sporeling partially artificially grown and hiding. I killed all the scientists. Her name was Thorn, and I took her as my own.

Raising the three of them proved to be a bit more intensive than I had expected, and Harley eventually came around.

She adored the babies, and we talked. We got married and finally settled down together.

Our marriage was an enormous event. Everyone Harley knew was there, and then some. Batman ran security to keep the Joker out.

I took part of an apartment building and surrounded it in plants. With that, I constructed an underground plant bunker for us to live in. The five of us moved down there to be a family.

We didn't stay in the plant bunker forever — it was mostly to sate my paranoia and to help me deal with all that came with it. Eventually we moved somewhere not so hidden.

Rose, Hazel, and Thorn grew up…amazingly.

Rose was a chatterbox and a social creature. She could talk to plants from her birth, and she did so often.

Hazel was nervous and inward as a child but grew out of it as she got older. She became a huge personality and very much a humorous soul. She was always good at controlling plants.

Thorn was a quiet and introspective soul. She was also exceptionally passionate, and took after many of my passions, specifically towards the environment and protecting our family.

We later had another daughter, Lucy. Harley carried her.

Lucy was a joyous child. She loved toy trucks and ballerinas and she was sweet. She was doted on by her entire family.

Lucy had red hair like mine, Harley's eyes, and was pale. When she was little we feared she'd developed my childhood skin condition, but luckily enough she had not. She was the baby of the family.

Thorn took on part of the responsibility of caring for her sisters, though we never asked her to.

We had Bud and Lou for their entire lives, and they were deeply loved.

I was eighteen, and Barbara was seventeen. I was a senior in high school and she was a junior.

We were definitely flirtatious and such, but we didn't get committed or anything.

I got into really dangerous stuff. I stole money from my parents to fund my ecoterrorism, and I got in with dangerous people to destroy the places I visited.

Barbara and I always called each other Red, because we both had naturally red hair. Mine was darker and more actually reddish, while hers was more light and orange.

I got Barbara into it with me, and kept her in the dark for the most part. She figured out what was going on around when I got in too deep.

The mercenary I'd hired tracked me down, and the ensuing conflict resulted in the accident at Chlorogene that doused me in experimental plant DNA and chemicals. I was transformed into Poison Ivy.

I tried to convince Barb to come with me, but she was reluctant. I kissed her before I left, telling her to think about it. I didn't know it, but she contacted Batman about my plans.

Again, I didn't know it for a while, but she became Batgirl to fight me. she stopped my plans.

Years later, I got the psychiatric help I needed. I never got "cured" of my powers, but I found more constructive outlets.

I actually took up art as one. I also became a caretaker at a private Gotham greenhouse. (It was possibly owned by WayneCorp.)

I tried to reconnect with Barbara. She didn't trust me for a long time, but she was open as long as I was rehabilitating.

I confessed my feelings for her hadn't changed, and I wanted to know if she felt the same. She said that she wasn't ready to commit to anything.

It took years, but when her feelings rekindled we got together.

Even after my rehabilitation I preferred the name Ivy. It felt more like something I'd chosen.

Barbara still called me Red sometimes, and I liked to joke about complementary colors. She thought it was cheesy, but I liked making her laugh.

Magic was a little different than in the movies — spirits of the elements were reborn in people of the Northuldra, and those people would have magical abilities based on their spirits.

Mother was a reborn air spirit, which is how she saved father.

Anna was supernaturally strong, which none of us questioned until we returned to the enchanted forest.

The fifth spirit was born for the first time in me, and I presume when I died it was reborn in someone new.

Anna and Kristoff broke up during the events of Frozen 2. They remained friends, but realized that they weren't right for one another romantically.

Honeymaren was a reborn fire spirit, and so had fire powers and a fiery personality.

Honeymaren and I got together a while after the events of me becoming the fifth spirit.

Anna got married to a princess of another kingdom, and they ruled Arendelle together.

Honeymaren and I got married in the traditional Northuldra way. It took a while for me to truly be comfortable with myself, but after that our romance bloomed quickly.

Kristoff and Ryder ended up sharing a bedroll after a while. Kristoff was the informal communique between the Northuldra and Arendelle, as he traveled between the two.

As time went on, I was less and less comfortable inside buildings and castle walls. Eventually, all I wanted was to be in the open air. I still visited occasionally for my sister.

Derek, Tandred, and I used to go down to a bakery in the trade district of Boralus. The baker there always gave us free treats.

I loved to sing, and I used to sing for my brothers.

I had a romantic relationship with Sylvanas before the third war. I used to teleport to Quel'thalas and we would fool around.

After the invasion of Quel'thalas, I mourned for Sylvanas as I heard of her death.

I was a lesbian, but I struggled with feelings for Arthas during our time as friends. Until the third war, I thought that eventually I would be married to him.

The Third War gave me PTSD from all the horrible things I saw. We didn't have a word for it, but people knew I was sometimes unstable emotionally.

I also suffered from what we would know in this world as depression.

During the battle for the world tree, I developed very strong romantic feelings for Tyrande.

After the destruction of Theramore, my mental state worsened to the point where I had panic attacks regularly, sometimes daily or multiple times a day.

Tyrande and I fostered some kind of relationship, particularly after the Fourth War and the destruction of Teldrassil. I offered shelter for many night elves in Boralus after my appointment as Lord Admiral.

I maintained close friendships with members of the Kirin Tor even after I left.

I never purged Dalaran, and the Silver Covenant was very different.

My name was Jayagosa, and I was one of the most powerful of the Blue Dragonflight.

I preferred my mortal name, Jaina Proudmoore, as it made me feel closer to the denizens of the world.

My last name was taken as I was close friends with the Proudmoore family, and they welcomed me to the human world.

Normally I made my appearance of a pale high elf with white hair, but over time I adapted the appearance with my developments.

When the humans were driven from Theramore, I took it over and made it a haven for all who needed safe harbor, particularly far away and in foreign lands.

I bore runes on my body slowly inscribed there over time with magic. This was part of what gave me my immense power, as I wrote spells and enchantments into my draconic body.

I was approached romantically by Kalecgos more than once, but i had no interest in him or men as a whole.

I visited the night elves often. I felt a kinship with their people and liked to confer with High Priestess Tyrande Whisperwind.

I eventually learned to both make myself look completely human to blend in, as well as maintain wings in my most comfortable elven form. I kept this form for years, sometimes not transforming into a dragon for months at a time.

When theramore was destroyed, I sacked a nearby orc city until I was talked down by Thrall, an old friend. He promised to help me rebuild, when his task was done. He died before he completed whatever this task was.

I had a romantic relationship with Tyrande, and the two of us planned to raise a child together. We had an egg, but it was left behind in the bombing of Theramore. I returned with Thrall, and he brought me to my weak wyrmling.

I took my child to Tyrande for healing. we cared for her, and eventually I named her Marigosa. She grew to be a strong dragon, and her humanoid form was that of a half-night elf half-high elf and called herself Marina Proudmoore.

Mari learned much magic from me and learned about the Kaldorei priesthood from Tyrande. We did our best to teach her all we knew.

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My dæmon was named Gwynbleidd. She preferred the form of a white wolf, though she never fully settled.

Witchers had an additional trial in this universe known as the Trial of the Roads. Witchers would distance themself and mostly separate from their dæmon. A witcher then went through extensive training over weeks to function alongside their dæmons over long distances for even weeks at a time. It was part of being dulled to pain.

Witchers' dæmons often never properly settled. They were encouraged to remain in the forms that reflected their witcher's school — Gwyn took on a white wolf form.

Dæmons and people could usually communicate mentally, but not to the extent they could with words. Feelings, vague sentences, but nothing specific.

When traveling alone with Gwyn, we often didn't speak for days at a time. Neither of us were very talkative, though Gwyn was quicker to snark and I was quicker to the point.

Yennefer had a large dark morph peregrine falcon named Tzivah, and Ciri had an owl named Zireael, though neither of their dæmons permanently settled.

When I would leave Ciri to go do work, or protect us, or scout, Gwyn would stay behind protecting her. Often, if I went out during the night, Gwyn would curl around Ciri like a mother with her pup.

When Yennefer and I broke our destiny bond, we sat quietly on the edge of the ship. Eventually, Tzivah approached me and I put my hand on her. Gwyn approached Yen, and Yen pet her for a little while. We knew everything would be okay.

I couldn’t remember almost anything of my childhood. Far less than is shown in canon.

The colors of the magic of Witcher signs was more varied than the show portrays. Each had its own “energy,” slightly miscolored based on the element it drew on.

Portals and teleportation turned my stomach. I always felt like I had sea legs for a few minutes after them.

I didn’t have sex as much as canon. I had a bit of a reputation for it because I often had companions, but we wouldn’t usually actually have sex. It was far more common I just wanted someone to speak with.

I did not sleep with Renfri. We slept next to one another, but I didn't have feelings for her in any non-platonic sense.

Triss had feelings for me, but it made me very uncomfortable. I let her down, particularly since I saw her in a familial way. We moved past those feelings eventually, though she clearly harbored them for a while.

Triss possibly also had feelings for Yennefer — it wasn't ever clear to me.

Yen and I met more often than the show presents. We often spent days together, though it was always ended abruptly and with one of us leaving in the night.

Yennefer and I's relationship was rocky for a long time. We eventually did manage to reconcile. I forgave Yen once Ciri did, understanding that she had made a decision in weakness not because that was truly what she wanted to do. I took a lot of time speaking with Ciri and asking her how she felt. My feelings for Yen hadn't really diminished, despite my loss of trust in her.

Seeing Ciri being a blossoming young woman terrified me. I was so unsure of how I could continue protecting her if I let her out of my charge.

Never lost, always found became our little family mantra. It reminded us that we would always return to one another, and that even when we were apart we could rely on one another.

Eskel didn't become a leshy and die. The arm he brought reformed into the entire leshy, maybe? It was different. But no leshkel.

Leo was nonbinary. They were AMAB, and I still referred to them as my husband with their permission.

We didn't kill Christy. Billie convinced her to stand down, and in general Christy was less aggressive towards us than in canon. We helped rehabilitate her and get her truly adjusted to society, getting past her struggles.

Around age 5, Wyatt came to me and told me she was a girl and wanted to go by the name Lillie. I was very accepting and did my best to give her all the help she needed to transition (socially, and years later medically).

We got Prue to visit us as a spirit around the time Melinda was born, as we got to have a big family gathering. She gave some auntie wisdom to Lillie and Chris as well as Phoebe and Paige's kids. She gave all three of us a big hug, and told us it was important to keep living our lives and that she loved us.

Phoebe and I were both bisexual, and I think Paige was a lesbian.

Henry was a woman (don't remember her name) and she and Paige got married same as canon.

Canon compliant.

When I got back from the Buried, if she wasn't working, Basira was with me. She made sure I wasn't in a room alone.

I stayed most nights at the archives, sleeping on the couch. When I wasn't at the archives, I went to Basira's apartment and slept in her bed.

I was a healthy weight before the buried, but when I got back, I was skinny and I only lost weight in those months. I was very weak physically.

I had nightmares nightly. When I woke up from them, it wasn't screaming, because screaming in the Buried just makes it worse. I would just hyperventilate and cling to whoever was near me. I became a very light sleeper, and the slightest noise would awaken me.

I was blonde and roughly 5'8" or 173cm.

I may have gotten a tattoo over my back scar.

I had long hair for most of my life, but after the Buried I cut it all off into a much shorter style. I needed change. I made Basira do it, with some nasty clippers we had lying around.

I was an ass, but I was slightly less of an ass to Basira in private starting around the time period of s2.

Basira and I didn't really admit anything romantic until I got back from the Buried, even though we both knew about our own feelings for a long time.

Jon was my best friend, besides Basira, and I would've done anything to protect the two of them.

My dæmon was an ethiopian wolf named Alerion.

Mostly followed canon.

When you were consumed by an entity, your dæmon was either separated from you or merged with your body. Dæmons couldn't enter entities.

When I was consumed by the Hunt, my dæmon and I merged forms into one creature. It's part of why I had my wolflike appearance.

There were more supernatural creatures actually involved around us at the Institute.

Elias was a vampire. Most of the employees in the archives were some kind of creature, usually a vampire or a werewolf.

Jon was a newly turned vampire when he became an employee(?).

I had been a werewolf for years. No one at the police knew except Basira, who covered up for what I did. I would sic myself on criminals much like how I killed them in canon.

Martin helped me adjust the most to life with the institute.

The Institute gang was a band of adventurers, under contract with Elias.

I only advertised myself as a rogue, even though I often succumbed to anger that pushed me more towards what most people considered barbarians.

I was an expert lockpick and pickpocket, to something of an alarming degree.

I was bisexual and dated Frank for a while without telling Chloe.

I was into Chloe and she was into me, and we definitely were at least some level of together. It was complicated.

drug abuse cw — My drug habits were really toxic and I knew that. I was trying to drop it, but I was together with Frank and it really exacerbated my issues.

I spent most of my time outside school bouncing between Chloe’s dorm, Chloe’s house, and Frank’s RV.

Being at school was good sometimes, but I couldn’t really decide what i wanted. I said I wanted to be a model, but really? I wanted to be an artist.

I can't remember much after Nathan took me. overdose cw — He drugged me up and I wasn't able to perceive what was going on. And then I died.

Chloe and I were in a romantic relationship before I was kidnapped. We had sex a few times, messily, but it was fun. We were pretty happy.

Chloe and I were in a committed relationship, but I broke it off around the time things hit the fan. I think I hurt her, a lot.

I broke things off because I was going through shit with my parents and I didn’t want to drag her back into her bad place being involved in my shit.

abuse cw and other fucked up shit — Nathan fucked me up very badly. He buried me thinking I was dead, wanting to hide his handiwork. I was still alive, and woke up having to dig myself out of my makeshift grave.

I hid the evidence and discovered my powers running away.

I hid out in the woods for months.

I was so angry. At Nathan, at Jefferson, at the world.

I honed my powers over months. At first I could only do small fires, or gusts of wind. Then I finally figured out how to destroy all of Arcadia bay.

I caused the snow, drove all the wildlife away, caused the eclipse, and eventually the tornado.

I was so mad at the way Arcadia Bay treated me and hurt me. I wanted to get rid of it, wipe it off the face of the map.

I watched was my destruction took off, and I took off running up to the lighthouse to see it. I held my arms out to keep it going as the storm crashed against the town.

Max and Chloe found me then. I was angry crying as I wrecked the town. Chloe jumped me and I fell over, the storm receding just a bit.

The three of us ended up letting the town get wrecked when I admitted I didn’t know if I could stop the storm at that point.

We drove off together. I was pretty aloof and closed off for a while because of how upsetting the entire experience had been for me.

Chloe was mad at me but she didn’t stay mad for long.

Eventually the three of us got together.

My dæmon was a red deer doe named Precella, Chloe’s was a blue butterfly(?), and Max’s was a large raven.

Frank’s dæmon was Pompidou.

I had a thing with Frank, but I broke it off around the time I met Chloe.

We had a bit of a thing, but it didn’t end up becoming official.

forced drug use cw — My dæmon and I were separated when I was drugged and used for the photos. It’s one of the reasons Nathan thought he overdosed me.

I woke up in a ditch with barely any sense of self.

I ran away to the lighthouse, being too afraid of the Prescott-owned police. I thought the lighthouse was the only place I’d still feel safe.

I found a bunker of old survivalist gear akin to David’s storage.

I survived there for the months I was allegedly missing.

When the strange weather happened, I was in the top of the lighthouse watching as things went wrong. Time was funky and I felt unreal.

When the tornado hit, I went out to watch it. I sat on the edge as the world swirled around me and I felt immortal.

Max and Chloe stumbled on me and it felt like I was living life in slow motion. I barreled Chloe down and was sobbing. So was she.

Max refused to sacrifice Chloe, especially now she knew I was alive.

The three of us immediately hopped into Chloe’s truck and skipped town.

Our dæmons took a liking to each other immediately. I took longer to trust than Cella.

Canon, basically.

The Mechanisms brought me to meet Cinders, and it hurt me to see her. Worse, I saw her over a corpse that I saw as if it were my own.

Cinders and I made ourselves a home on a planet that had long since been forgotten by the war.

I made a farm for us, and she tended our home.

I once asked her if she wanted family. She said I was all she'd want.

For a while she called me Rose. Eventually she switched to Briar. While I had the memories of her original love, I wasn't her. Our relationship was better after that.

She died long before I did. I spent many years alone before just collapsing. With no one there to help me, I died on the ground, thinking of my Cinders.

This fic is canon.

I never saw anyone after the Mechanisms picked me up. I just left with them.

I fell hard and fast for Jonny. His passion and mine fell into tune together, and my anger and joy at getting to vent it fit perfectly with his unhinged violence.

We fought together and killed together for a long time.

The only member of the crew I never really got to know was Tim, as he avoided me all the time.

We jumped realities and I was fascinated by everything we saw.

graphic violence cw — In a fight together, we were together and doing our thing, and I was shot in the back. It hit my lungs and I drowned in my own blood.

Jonny's face was the last thing I saw.

I saw Cinders again, but we both knew I couldn't stay. I was a painful reminder of the true love she'd lost, and I could never be that for her.

I joined the Mechanisms, and quickly charmed enough of the crew that I could stay and they wouldn't complain.

I became particularly close with Nastya and Jonny.

I had a crush on Jonny from the moment we met — my feelings for him were born mostly out of surprise at his respect for me. Not only did he free me from my prison, but he treated me as a person when no one else had.

I also had a minor crush on the Aurora due to her role in freeing me, though it was hard as I couldn't communicate as well with her for obvious reasons.

At one point Doctor Carmilla returned to the ship. She hid out without the Mechanisms' knowledge for a while, and eventually got into contact with me.

I don't remember the exact circumstances, but I had a crushed windpipe and was going to die before getting to express my true feelings to Jonny. Carmilla offered a solution, and I took it.

I became mechanized, immortal with the rest of the crew. When Jonny found out, he dragged me to his cabin and hugged me. I think he was crying, and he held me for a long time.

I stayed with the crew until they figured out they were dying.

When Jonny had his final fight, I was with him, and I tasted his blood when we kissed before he was shot to death. I followed not long after, relieved to finally truly sleep.

I saw Cinders again, but we both knew I couldn't stay. I was a painful reminder of the true love she'd lost, and I could never be that for her.

I joined the Mechanisms, and quickly charmed enough of the crew that I could stay and they wouldn't complain.

I became particularly close with Nastya, the Aurora, and Jonny.

I developed massive crushes on both the Aurora and Nastya. Nastya taught me how to communicate with the ship, and I was a natural at the console-based communication.

At one point Doctor Carmilla returned to the ship. She hid out without the Mechanisms' knowledge for a while, and eventually got into contact with me.

I don't remember the exact circumstances, but I had a crushed windpipe and was going to die before getting to express my true feelings to Nastya and the Aurora. Carmilla offered a solution, and I took it.

When the events of "Out" happened, Nastya returned to us without her memories at first. We slowly recovered them and it took time to trust her fully again.

Nastya was not very physical, and I respected that, but I was very touch starved. Until joining the crew I had never felt kind touch from another human being. Worse, I knew what it felt like from my false memories from Rose's life, but I had never felt it with my own skin.

When we passed through the City, Ashes created a body for the Aurora. She had dark skin, light hair, and was immensely touch starved.

I stayed with the crew until they figured out they were dying.

I stayed with Nastya and Aurora until the end. We loaded ourselves into an escape pod and launched into space. We died, eventually.

I was much quieter and more lowkey than canon. I didn't have as big an issue with smoking, and I was a lot more mindful of dangerous things (like guns).

Rachel and I were never officially together, but we might as well have been. I was completely in love with her.

When Max got back, my childhood crush came back full throttle. It crushed me because I was still angry with her too.

When we were investigating, we found evidence of someone living in the dark room. We found Rachel, drugged and beaten, hidden in a cage in a dark cabinet. We took her out of there and reported to the police.

Max let the storm ravage the town, and the three of us skipped town together. All of us ended up dating once we had enough time to chat.

Kate survived because her psych ward was about a 30 minute drive away. We kept in close contact with her.

All three of us had PTSD. I originally developed it after my dad's death, not that I acknowledged or knew what it was. It was the main cause of my angry outburts.

Max's manifested more as panic attacks and nightmares. She often woke up screaming while we were on the road together.

Rachel obviously had it from her time in the dark room and needed us to stay nearby for weeks until she was convinced she was safe again.

We ended up driving down to California, and made a life for ourselves. None of us wanted to go back to our families or how things had been before.

The alternate timeline Max went into during dark room was my timeline.

I was in love with Max, and I grew apart with her especially after my accident.

I got really into online gaming because it was my only real outlet. My equipment allowed me to play with just my mouth and a headpiece.

When Max returned to me, I was overjoyed. I wanted to have the joy of that time with her for the rest of my life.

I asked Max to kill me. I don't remember if she accepted.

I was considered adjacent to the royal family due to my position as Ranger-General.

To secure an alliance with the human kingdom of Kul Tiras, I was arranged to marry Jaina Proudmoore, the daughter of Lord Admiral Daelin.

We were both fairly young (for our respective races), but we got along well enough.

We had a daughter, who we named Lireesa, after my late mother.

The invasion of Quel'thalas still happened — I sent Jaina and Lireesa away while I defended my homeland. Jaina, being a prodigy of magic, teleported herself and our daughter to Kul Tiras.

I was killed and brought back as a banshee, forced to possess my corpse.

I was bitter and lonely for the time between the Third War and forging the Forsaken.

Jaina and I reunited across a battlefield. She was working with the Alliance and I the Horde.

We were at a distance for the majority of the battle, but we came face to face. It was like the world faded away and all I saw was her.

I left the Forsaken in the hands of one of my prized dark rangers. I went to live with Jaina again.

The hardest thing I ever had to do was explain to my young daughter why I was back, and why I was different.

My relationship with Lireesa was never what I wanted it to be, but it got better over time.

I had two sisters, Kayah and Madi. Our parents died when Madi was still an infant. I had not yet met my infant sister when i discovered my parents' deaths. I believed it was at the hands of Ice Nation.

I reconnected with Kayah after our parents died.

Kayah was softer than most warriors, generally not inclined to fighting. She was a good warrior, but nowhere near the greatest. Because she wasn’t a nightblood, she didn’t come to train with me.

Kayah was killed by the mountain men, and it was very difficult for me to handle because I had already lost Costia and was trying to cut myself off emotionally.

On the other hand, Madi was a nightblood, and she became my promised second once it was discovered. She was maybe three or four at the time. I took on no other because I only wanted to train her. I knew my spirit would choose my blood.

I somehow convinced Madi that she was going to be able to rule alongside me as she began to be old enough to understand. The true nature of the Flame escaped her, and so I kept up that charade for a while.

I loved Clarke so deeply.

When Titus shot me, I went into shock and entered a coma that took me through the ensuing weeks.

My connection to the Flame protected me from A.L.I.E., and I played a role in destroying her. I uncovered the information that Praimfaya was going to wipe us out again.

I awoke when the surge destroyed A.L.I.E. and it jumpstarted the Flame, which returned me to consciousness.

Clarke and I then set to work to prepare for Praimfaya.

I reunited with Madi, who was overwhelmingly happy to see me. It was at this point I admitted that, despite being my sister, I saw her as my own child. She agreed that she saw me as her mother. She had been too young to know our parents.

We ended up finding the bunker beneath Polis, and set it up to house the selected people from the coalition and Skaikru.

Less than a week before Praimfaya, Azgeda and some others rebelled. They wanted to take the bunker for themselves, and wanted to take out the people who previously had a claim to the throne. That included all the nightblood initiates and me and Madi. We fled Polis to regroup.

As the hours counted down to Praimfaya, I tried to make sure that Madi would make it in, even if I didn't. She cried and told me that we were supposed to be there together. In my anger, I told her that we never could have ruled together, as the Flame could only be held by one. I always intended for her to succeed me.

The two of us ended up stuck outside the bunker, and we tried to survive for weeks. Our nightblood protected us from the worst of the radiation.

We ended up finding Clarke in the valley, in the remnants of Louwoda Kliron Kru.

The three of us formed something of a family unit — Clarke and I got married in a sense, and we continued to raise Madi as our daughter.

Up until Revenge of the Sith, everything was fairly canon compliant.

The food on Tatooine was very comparable to Indian food — lots of long-stewing meats and sauces with whatever spices could be afforded, and rice-like grains for the whole thing.

Padmé could not handle spicy food at all when we met, and I slowly got her used to it over the course of the Clone War.

Padmé was brought to the brink of death during childbirth due to Palpatine sapping her Force energy to keep me from dying.

She took Luke and Leia and raised them, first on Alderaan and later wherever the Rebellion took her. She became a leader in the Rebellion.

Padmé was the first Fulcrum. She mentored Ahsoka and wore a white and gold mask similar to those of the old Jedi temple guards.

I became unofficial rivals with the masked Fulcrum.

Eventually we confronted one another on Felucia. She unmasked herself and I fell to my knees, Incapable of doing anything.

I revealed my identity to her and we both struggled to deal with our entire worldview being changed in an instant.

She took me back to the Rebellion, and they began the process of recovering me from the prison of a suit I had been wearing for the past twelve years.

I slowly began to form a relationship with my children.

I was never fully healthy again, but I did get well enough to not have a breathing apparatus and my hair grew back to some extent. I did need mobility aids and couldn't do much of what I could do before the suit.

When I was being experimented on by Mengsk, Jim and I were determined to run away. We left before the fighting started and flew away to live our lives together in the galaxy.

We stayed on the run for years, and the swarm was taken over by a creature that none of us knew. It was an amalgamation of human and Zerg, but not as well crafted as I had been as the Queen.

I could still control Zerg in small spurts. I tried not to, but I did it to save Jim's life on multiple occasions.

We were happy.

Most things were the same, but I had a relationship with Nova rather than with Jim.

Nova and I were together from the beginning of our training in the ghost ops.

We were considered the "power couple" of the ghosts.

Nova was rougher, more of an outlaw, while Jim was loyal to Mengsk.

Jim eventually came around, and he and Nova worked together while I was infested.

She and I reconciled after she saved me from myself and de-infested me.

I kept a picture of her folded in a locket that I wore even when in my infested form. I kept it hidden from my commanders.

The Stark children aside from Arya and myself were redheaded like Catelyn. It was one of the many reasons I stood out from the family as a whole.

I gave Arya swordfighting lessons whenever she asked because I knew I would get in trouble, not her, if her parents decided against it.

I was aromantic and asexual, aside from my feelings for Ygritte. I likely would've identified as grey-aro grey-ace if I knew the words for it.

When I was crowned king in the North, I was given my house name of Stark.

I was far more awkward socially than shown in canon. I was very quiet, difficult to talk to, and only made eloquent or inspiring words a fraction of the time. The rest of the time I only truly led by example, as words failed me, but my sword rarely did.

Dire wolves were much bigger than shown in the show or even than many people realized — full-grown, their shoulders were about at the level of an adult man.

I never moved on Daenerys romantically or sexually. I viewed her like a sister, and tried to take care of her.

Daenerys never burned king's landing. She was consumed with rage, but I found her and wrapped her in my arms and waited for her to calm. She screamed and shouted, but eventually stopped.

Arya didn't leave on her expedition to the west until ten or fifteen years after the events of the show.

Bran was more himself than in the show. He still had many moments of long quietness, but the rest of the time he was much the same boy we'd grown up with.

I was kept as the king in the North, and Sansa queen in the South. I kept Daenerys under my care and helped her deal with all her issues.

If you were a bastard you weren’t supposed to give your dæmon a "proper" name because that would legitimize you too much.

Anyone related to the great families generally was encouraged to have their dæmons settle in forms that befit the family.

The Stark family were all dire wolf dæmons.

The Lannisters were all lions. cersei’s was this enormous, imposing lion with a mane that looked like the sun. Jaime’s was an imposing lioness but more the type like a sleeping tiger. Don’t disturb her and she won’t disturb you.

I called my dæmon Ghost and she didn’t mind, we were both quiet. Ghost was white, and she stood out even when she was allowed to play with my siblings’ dæmons.

Dany’s dæmon was small and unimposing.

Ygritte was the only person I ever let touch Ghost voluntarily. There was no one else who I felt strongly enough about to get over my intense aversion to touch.

Ghost didn’t mind how isolated we were most of the time, she liked doing her own thing nearby or curling around me while I worked.

I don’t remember the other Stark children’s dæmons’ names except Arya’s was still Nymeria. She and Ghost played a lot.

Sansa’s dæmon was amab but preferred to have feminine words used for her, and she was always called Lady even though that wasn’t her name.

Dire wolves were much bigger than shown in the show or even than many people realized — full-grown, their shoulders were about at the level of an adult man. This applied to dæmons as well, so Winterfell was built specifically with our family dæmons in mind.

The Stark children aside from Arya and myself were redheaded like Catelyn. It was one of the many reasons I stood out from the family as a whole.

I gave Arya swordfighting lessons whenever she asked because I knew I would get in trouble, not her, if her parents decided against it.

I was aromantic and asexual, aside from my feelings for Ygritte. I likely would've identified as grey-aro grey-ace if I knew the words for it.

When I was crowned king in the North, I was given my house name of Stark.

I was far more awkward socially than shown in canon. I was very quiet, difficult to talk to, and only made eloquent or inspiring words a fraction of the time. The rest of the time I only truly led by example, as words failed me, but my sword rarely did.

Dire wolves were much bigger than shown in the show or even than many people realized — full-grown, their shoulders were about at the level of an adult man.

I never moved on Daenerys romantically or sexually. I viewed her like a sister, and tried to take care of her.

Daenerys never burned King's Landing. She was consumed with rage, but I found her and wrapped her in my arms and waited for her to calm. She screamed and shouted, but eventually stopped.

Arya didn't leave on her expedition to the west until ten or fifteen years after the events of the show.

Bran was more himself than in the show. He still had many moments of long quietness, but the rest of the time he was much the same boy we'd grown up with.

Sansa was made queen in the North and Daenerys queen in the South. Dany made me her hand, and I spent my time mostly in King's Landing while often visiting my family in the North.

The Stark children aside from Arya and myself were redheaded like Catelyn. It was one of the many reasons I stood out from the family as a whole.

I gave Arya swordfighting lessons whenever she asked because I knew I would get in trouble, not her, if her parents decided against it.

I was aromantic and asexual, aside from my feelings for ygritte. I likely would've identified as grey-aro grey-ace if I knew the words for it.

When I was crowned king in the North, I was given my house name of Stark.

I was far more awkward socially than shown in canon. I was very quiet, difficult to talk to, and only made eloquent or inspiring words a fraction of the time. The rest of the time I only truly led by example, as words failed me, but my sword rarely did.

Dire wolves were much bigger than shown in the show or even than many people realized — full-grown, their shoulders were about at the level of an adult man.

I never moved on Daenerys romantically or sexually. I viewed her like a sister, and tried to take care of her.

Daenerys never burned King's Landing. She was consumed with rage, but I found her and wrapped her in my arms and waited for her to calm. She screamed and shouted, but eventually stopped.

Arya didn't leave on her expedition to the west until ten or fifteen years after the events of the show.

Bran was more himself than in the show. He still had many moments of long quietness, but the rest of the time he was much the same boy we'd grown up with.

Sansa was made queen in the North and Daenerys queen in the South.

I ventured beyond the Wall. I visited my home in Winterfell multiple times, and perhaps twice ventured to the South.

I was the princess of Hyrule, and I felt the weight of my people and my family on my heart.

I was a lesbian, and Link was a he/him lesbian. Link, Midna, and I fostered relationships and eventually came together.

After the events of the game, Midna could travel back to our world during the hours of twilight and through the night. When the sun's rays came, she had to leave again.

I became the queen when we were free from the twilight.

I had the ability to use some magic of the goddess, and I used it in defense of my people.

I eventually married with Link, though our relationship always included Midna.

Twili had a longevity past what Hylians could have.

I found the burden of ruling my people a heavy one. I often needed to spend a long time alone just to wrap my head around the business of state.

Link was my best comfort in these times. He stayed by my side and made sure I always got what I needed. He was the best wife I could've asked for.

We eventually had a single daughter.

Our daughter was not a reincarnation of Hylia, as I was still alive. We raised her to be the best queen we could, and she had a strong relationship with her third mother, Midna.

The people did love me, and I loved them. That made up for a lot of our mistakes.

Midna and I had crossed paths as children, meeting one another in dreams. I had always loved the girl from my childhood dreams.

When I accepted Zant's reign over Hyrule, Midna came to me again. She told me that using the Triforce within my heart, she could track down the reincarnation of the legendary hero.

I had not expected to ever meet the girl from my childhood dreams, but she and I clearly both had feelings for one another when we met.

After she brought Link to me, I made her promise to return safely. We bickered, but she agreed.

I didn't see her again until she broke into Hyrule Castle using the power of the mask.

While being controlled as a puppet of Ganon, I saw visions of horrible things before my eyes. Twilight infused itself into my eyes so that I couldn't escape the nightmare.

When Link finally freed me, we defeated Ganon as a team. I was more relieved than I'd ever been before as we did.

Midna and I pulled off to the side as the battle finished and we had to talk about how it was going.

As we repaired the mirror, I promised to Midna that I would see her again. She told me she never expected to see me again.

I eventually used the light of Hylia to create a pathway between Hyrule and the land of Twilight. Midna and I reunited and finally kindled our relationship.

I was raised in Ordon Village alongside my childhood friends Faro and Ilia.

I was mute for most of my childhood, and could only say a few words and phrases by the time I left Ordon.

I kept my hair short for the practicality of farm work for most of my life.

Ilia and I had puppy crushes on one another as children, but we grew out of them as we were getting older and realized the relationship wouldn't work.

I was a package of dense muscles. I was built for farm work and looked small but had a lot of weight behind my strength.

I learned how to use a sword from Rusl. I preferred rapiers because of their balance, but I was proficient with basically every weapon I picked up.

My horse wasn't Epona, she was a white mare with the most beautiful mane.

I mostly followed the events of the game, except a few details.

The ruler of Hyrule was Prince Link, who called himself the Prince of Twilight after the deal he made with Zant.

Midna and I became fast friends, and she and I got on like a house on fire. We bantered quite a bit, and she caught on to signing quickly.

I cried when she left through the Twilight Mirror, and I promised I'd see her again someday.

Link and I grew feelings for one another as we worked to rebuild the destroyed parts of Hyrule and put together the kingdom. I grew a fondness for high Hyrulian fashion.

My magic, even after it showed itself, was not very powerful. It took a lot more training on my own to properly harness it.

I was always overwhelmed with the concept of being Hylia's channel for her power, her reincarnation.

Link was nonbinary, but we didn't have a specific word for it because of the gender flexibility of Hylians in general.

Link's adventures mostly had him use the Master Sword and his favorite bow and shield. He preferred to wear his tunic and/or his red chest armor. Other clothing and equipment were very much an "if the situation called for it" type of thing.

The first time we were in Link’s house, I crawled into the bed and slept. I passed out instantly. When I woke up, I was tucked in in blankets and my clothes were cleaned.

About 3-4 years after the Calamity, the gloom began to appear. It was a few weeks, or possibly months, before we began to delve into the depths of the castle.

Link had an affinity for the clothing he received during his healing from the gloom.

The same as my Silent Princess canon, except that the Champions were imprisoned in the Divine Beasts, so diverges at the end of BOTW.

All the champions were trapped within the Divine Beasts. When the parts of Calamity were destroyed, the champions inside were freed. They had to command their Beasts, but when Ganon was defeated they were freed.

Mipha and I were together before everything with Calamity Ganon happened. We were very upset by having to stay apart due to political situations.

Mipha held a candle for Link, and so did I. Link was nonbinary, but we didn't have a specific word for it because of the gender flexibility of Hylians in general.

After we defeated Calamity Ganon, the three of us quietly knew we were ready to be together.

I cried when I saw Urbosa again. I needed her to hold me.

Mipha and I were childhood friends. We were closer than any two people ever were.

We both had grand destinies ahead of us, and there was little we could do in light of our feelings for one another. We knew we could never be open about it because of the political ramifications.

Mipha made the armor for Link because she knew it was the only way to protect me — by protecting my protector. I was jealous of the fact she made armor for him, but I understood in the end.

When we went to fight Ganon, I saw Mipha be consumed by the calamity. My heart shattered and I screamed, and Link was forced to pull me away.

I was aware of every moment of the hundred years I spent trapped inside the Calamity.

I was so happy to see Link, but when I saw Mipha again after the final battle with ganon, I wrapped her in my arms and started crying from joy.

Mipha created a new set of armor, more intricate and well-designed, for me.

The two of us were married, in both the Hylian and Zora ways. King Dorephan couldn't object after all we'd been through.

We began reestablishing Hyrule and Link returned to his duty as my bodyguard, his memory as restored as it was going to be.

When Link and I vanished under the castle, Mipha struggled to take over my role as protector of the kingdom and managing things. When Link returned, apparently he and Mipha worked closely on recovering me.

When Link recovered me, it was much like canon, except that I was crying the entire time.

My mother was a member of the Hylian royal guard, and so I was born into being a knight.

I saved Prince Link's life, and for that the queen made me his guardian. I was named the Hylian champion after drawing the Master Sword. Despite my proficiency with the blade, I actually preferred fighting with a bow.

I didn't speak often, I was a quiet person and selectively mute from my childhood.

I always kept my hair chopped short, while Link grew his out to feel more connected to his goddess.

I had a triforce on my left hand, that glowed very slightly whenever I wielded the Master Sword. It always illuminated the courage triforce most.

Link had difficulties with his powers. He thought it was due to being not what the goddess had planned — most reincarnations of Hylia were women.

I saved him from the Calamity, but he had to protect me before I died.

I was barely conscious when Link took me to the pool of healing. I asked him, with my last breath in a hundred years, if he would let me protect him. He shook his head, and settled me into the pool.

From what I understand, he then returned the Master Sword to the care of the Great Deku Tree. He then went to face Calamity Ganon alone.

Awakening in the pool, I felt lost. I forgot how to speak. I never recovered that ability.

Adventuring took me a long time to get used to, but I really enjoyed it. I felt a sense of duty towards the guiding voice in my mind.

When I eventually destroyed the Calamity, I cried when I reunited with Link.

Loftwings! had! names! Mine was Lucine.

Riding others’ Loftwings was only ever a practical thing. Obviously there was no taboo against catching someone, but it wasn’t normal to ride someone’s Loftwing unless it was necessary. You were connected to your own on such a deep level it would be a little like slipping someone into your shirt while you were wearing it. Helpful against the elements, but far too intimate and uncomfortable for normal circumstances.

Link and I were strange in that we didn’t mind. He rode with Lucine and I, though not often, as his Loftwing was beautiful and they had a bond unlike even a normal resident of Skyloft.

Mostly followed canon events.

My memory of most of what happened was very shaky, as my powers were awakening and I spent much of it asleep gathering my power.

Link’s parents died when he was young. We were best friends since we were young, and my father was one of the many adults who looked after Link. Skyhold had a lot of community coordination and work to care for one another, so even orphaned children were cared for.

I would often find Link staring off into space, either just zoning out or specifically staring off into the clouds. I wondered what he thought about when he did.

After finding our way to the surface, Link and I got married! We traveled far and wide.

We were generally considered strange by those we came across. Our pointed ears made us stand out, as well as our loftwings. We made many good friends regardless.

Loftwings! had! names! Mine was Lucine.

Demise never arose, and there was never a reason for us to go to the surface.

Link and I cultivated our relationship. We finally admitted our feelings shortly after his knight ceremony.

Since I never received my call from Hylia to go and seal Demise, I was able to more fully come into my role in Skyloft. I was an expert craftswoman, but really most of what I wanted to do was fly.

Link eventually became a teacher at the knight academy, but he never lost his sense of fun.

When we were old enough, we got married under the goddess statue.

We had a set of twins whose names I don't recall. One boy, one girl.

We had a house near the edge of Skyloft, with a small garden of pumpkins and a platform outside our window.

I was still Hylia reborn, and fate definitely pushed me in Link's direction. But the choice to be with him was still mine, at the end of the day. We were friends since childhood, and closer than any two people can be. It's no wonder I fell for him.

Our son had a yellow loftwing, and our daughter a greyish-blue one.

Much followed canon in terms of the story beats. The primary differences are that I had the red loftwing, Link was the one who heeded Hylia's call to seal Demise, and I was the wielder of the sword of the goddess.

My loftwing's name was Lucine.

I was still Hylia's reincarnation, but her reincarnation was that of the chosen hero. Her reincarnations were destined to follow her chosen, those with the power to seal Demise and the evil that it left behind.

Link was taken beneath the clouds after the ceremony, and my father gave me his knight's apparel after finding me with Fi in the room of the sword.

He told me he'd had a feeling that our family's destiny was to be the rebirth of Hylia, but had never known how to tell me without betraying the trust his predecessor had put in him.

I was very confused very easily when I got to the surface.

I was especially very worried for Link because he always struggled to speak, and usually signed to supplement what words he could say. I searched for him as much as I could.

When we finally defeated Demise, we had our loftwings with us on the surface. They didn't like staying on the ground, but they got used to being below the clouds and we used them to fly all over the world.

In this reincarnation, we swapped which power of the Triforce we drew our strength from. I was the triforce of power, Link the triforce of wisdom, and Ganondorf reincarnated as a man who held the triforce of courage.

This post and this post are the basis of this timeline/AU.

I was a snobbish princess, trying to do my best but stressed. My parents died when I was very young, so I had a lot of responsibility placed on me from childhood.

My regent did a lot of the work while I trained, but I was always expected to catch up and be the queen everyone wanted as soon as possible.

I was trained in many types of combat, though I favored the sword. I was a very skilled swordsman as well as court official and I was fluent in any language available to my studies.

Link was from Ordon Village, a small farming town. He met gan first, meeting while they hunted. They fought the first time they met and Gan was surprised that he lost.

I heard of the hero of Ordon when I was traveling. I decided to visit, when I was approached by Gan. He challenged me and I instantly knocked him to the ground, pointing my sword at him. He yielded. It was then I met Link as well.

The three of us got on quite well; we were loyal travel companions. Over time, Link and I grew to have feelings for one another. Gan spurred us on.

I learned Hylian sign language for Link. I became so comfortable in it sometimes I signed sloppily instead of mumbling.

I became queen, though not before a catastrophe I can't remember threatened Hyrule.

In all my canons, I was the essence of Hylia being reborn. I was all of the Zeldas, as well as Hylia herself and her soul reborn in each life.

Most of my memories as Hylia are from before the games or in relation to Breath of the Wild.

It's likely I am the Hylia from one or more of my other canons. While I don't have memories for many, I feel a connection to every reincarnation of Hylia as well as the goddess herself.

Tetra was my name, even after I was Zelda. My "official" name was Zelda Tetra Hyrule, but only Link could call me Zelda. It was Tetra otherwise.

Link and I were just friends, for a while. When we were maybe 16 we developed more romantic feelings for one another. We had bonded so closely, it was hard to ignore.

Canon compliant.

I had a long head of dark red hair, so dark it sometimes looked black from a distance. I had tanned skin.

Rose was dark skinned, with her scarlet hair standing brightly. She wore it short, later in an undercut.

Rose and I fell hard and fast for one another, and she told me many times part of the reason was my voice. I loved to sing for her.

We told one another stories of our homes and our lives with our families. I missed it dearly.

I struggled to smile even once in the thirty years I searched.

I met Briar Rose as I cried over my dear Rose's corpse. Briar Rose comforted me.

She told me straightforwardly that she had the memories of Rose. However, they were distant, and didn't quite feel like her. She still had Rose's feeling for me, and would like to stay with me. I agreed.

We got married, in a small ceremony.

At first I always called her Rose, or maybe Briar Rose. Eventually it was only Briar.

I died before she did. Genetic engineering did wonders for her, and she was the last thing I saw as I slipped into the darkness.

I loved her, perhaps not better than I loved Rose. But I loved her all the same.

I had a long head of dark red hair, so dark it sometimes looked black from a distance. I had tanned skin.

Rose was dark skinned, with her scarlet hair standing brightly. She wore it short, later in an undercut.

Rose and I fell hard and fast for one another, and she told me many times part of the reason was my voice. I loved to sing for her.

We told one another stories of our homes and our lives with our families. I missed it dearly.

I struggled to smile even once in the thirty years I searched.

When I finally got to her, she had been shot in her lower back.

Doctor Lorenzo came looking for Snow, and found both her and Rose in critical condition.

Both of them eventually made a recovery, but Snow had chronic pain and Rose lost the use of her legs.

If the Briar Rose stayed in our galaxy, I never saw her.

The two of us retired after getting married with Snow in attendance.

Despite Rose's visual youth, the experiments and injury from the fight with the king took its toll. Both of us died about ten or eleven years later.

I was a trans woman. I transitioned fairly young.

I was unstable and mentally ill from a young age. I had medication of some sort, and I had panic attacks and stuff but Sigyn was there for me later on.

I fidgeted a lot. It was a coping mechanism for how I struggled to interact with things, and often suffered from sensory overload.

My hair was long and black, my skin very pale, and my eyes were green. Green was also my favorite color, and I wore it because it comforted me.

Sigyn was dark-skinned, with dark hair often worn in braids. She was the person who understood me best and took care of me.

I was originally useful to the rebellion because I was a genius, in a few ways. My best work was in engineering.

Sigyn and I got married in the underground. We had been together for a very long time.

Thor and I were childhood best friends, along with Baldur. When I left for the underground, Baldur told me there was still a peaceful resolution and I feared telling thor because he would have been angry with me.

Thor and Baldur were married. I attended their wedding and may have been part of the wedding party.

When Odin kept me alive after my "execution," I started out being tied up. Everything strapped down except my eyes and my mouth. Over time I lost coherence because I had no medical help and I lost perception of time.

Some kind of technology was used on me too. It caused memory loss, allegedly to make it easier for me to work.

I didn't realize at the time, but Odin had opened my mind to the void because she had shared her connection to them with me with her technology. There was some kind of mental link involved.

My memory loss manifested as mental anguish and general confusion. I found it hard to parse information connected to my past.

Odin knew I was a genius because i had worked with her when we were younger. When I wasn't a danger, she or someone else who worked for her wrote down anything I said.

I eventually came up with the idea to use a person to keep the train safe from space.

When we both died, I have a brief memory of coming into Sigyn's arms, all my pain gone.

I was a trans girl and Krel was my chosen name.

Aja and I were always close friends, and I looked up to her from a young age.

I had hair a bit longer than canon, down to a little above my shoulders.

I was a lesbian, but also mostly uninterested in romance. If it happens it happens type of feeling.

I would often feign grossed out faces and noises when Aja talked about Steve. I was happy she found connection, but I really disliked hearing about it.

I missed Akiridion-5 a lot, but I had never been someone with friends or much of a social life. I missed the life I had there, but Earth became my home in terms of social support. My biggest desire was to be able to be on Akiridion-5 with my friends.

I mixed a lot of my own music and even, yes, had a soundcloud.

I also downloaded a truly impressive amount of music onto my phone. I installed my own storage on my phone so I could fit more music and custom fit the speakers to play music more loudly when I wanted to.

Aja and I had pretty much opposite fashion senses as in the show. I wore comfortable things, including flannel and comfortable jeans. She tended to wear loose-fitting items like sweatpants and hoodies.

Jim didn't go back in time. It was really hard to deal with the loss of Toby, and he cried a lot. So did Claire.

Akiridion reproduction didn't work like it did in canon. It was similar, but not exactly the same.

I was very happy to meet my nieces and nephews. I also teased Aja and Steve about their whoopsie more than once. A lot of times.

Despite that, I think I was a good aunt! Eli Jr. showed a lot of interest in my technology. I liked to play music for all of them, and they seemed to really like it.

The kids looked different than in canon, more variations. Most of them had blond hair but at least one had like? green? It was weird and the hair texture was more similar to Akiridion than to human.

I was a lesbian and very uninterested in men.

I did popular YouTube content since I was a teenager. I only really hit it off in a famous way with What the Ghost.

I could not cook to save my life.

Food melanie king keeps in her apartment: 1. instant ramen, 2. cup noodles, 3. lunchables, 4. family size snacks, 5. canned soup (ONLY alphabet shapes), and 6. 2 liter bottles of soda (diet).

Georgie had beautiful braided hair and was dark skinned. I tried to help her with her hair and I failed every time.

Georgie was my rock. She did everything and she saved my life more than once.

I dated a few girls in college but nothing serious. My first serious long-term relationship was my one with Georgie.

I cared about Jon, but I had to care about myself more. I liked him, but I wasn't willing to deal with the issues I associated him with to maintain our friendship.

I had severe anger management issues after my addiction to hurting other people started.

I almost attacked my therapist multiple times. She helped me work through my anger.

I got the Admiral registered as an emotional support animal. I figured it would help when i needed to travel. I never got around to figuring that out.

I did some kind of magic. I accessed my moon arcanum beyond just the full moon protection, at some point. I was not an experienced mage or anything.

And while I called him Runaan on missions, when I talked about Runaan and Ethari the rest of the time I referred to them as my dads, though usually it was more like “my foster dad.”

I told anyone who didn't already know my parents were dead, and the reason was that choosing to believe they were dead was better than them being cowards. The same way Runaan insisted he was dead, it was better to give them the same fate.

I was nonbinary in the way many elves were, the binary of male and female was largely irrelevant to us. I liked she pronouns.

I was bi with a preference for women.

I thought Claudia was cute for all of 3 seconds until she did dark magic.

Callum had darker hair than canon, and was not cis. I use they because I don't remember if they preferred they or she pronouns.

My crush on Callum developed early on. I was very good at shoving it down and justifying it with other things.

When I saw Callum drawing their and Ez’s mom, I commented how much Callum looked like her.

Just before Zym was hatched, Callum told me they knew something was wrong and they were going to leave with the egg if I didn’t tell them. That's when I admitted Harrow was dead.

I had a lot of nightmares, especially about what I thought happened to my parents.

I was together with Ygraine for a long time, but she and I had a setup about polyamory as long as we discussed it. I found Lancelot and Guinevere and the three of us got together, knowing I was still with Ygraine too.

When Mordred was little, he always admired all of his parents. He didn't call Lance or Gwen dad or mom, but the dynamic was definitely there.

I wasn't ready to have another child after losing both Ygraine and Mordred, and so we never decided to have children.

I had a funeral for Ygraine and Mordred outside of Camelot, with only Lance and Gwen with me.

I was very particular about things, and we had a routine. I cleaned my guns and kept careful tally of supplies for my entire encampment.

I was very angry when the hanged man told me that my son was alive — it didn't even enter my mind that the person I thought was my daughter could have grown into a man, and drawing up that painful memory was enough to drive me away from him.

While Gwen, Lance, and I went searching for the GRAIL, at some point Mordred killed Gawain. No one wanted to challenge him, as he was one of my most trusted.

When we returned, we found peace with the Saxons. Finally I recognized Mordred was my son. I embraced him, and told him we'd found the GRAIL.

With my loves, we discovered the grail needed a single captain. We pointed our guns, but then set them down. Silently, we agreed. I became the captain, and I directed Galfridian away from the sun.

I had a chronic sleep disorder, it didn't develop until adulthood.

I was black, with natural hair. Evan was a blond white guy with green-grey eyes. We managed to dress well together.

Evan made me feel complete. I didn't need him to be a person, but I needed him to be the person he knew I could be.

Evan and I worked together for a while. I ended up working as an assistant at a different lab than him because of a research opportunity.

I spent the years after his death like I was in a stupor. I stopped being social, I spent my life the way I did when I was younger. The problem is that this time I knew how life could be.

Evan gave me a locket early on in our relationship. I never put a picture in it, but I wore it anyways. I kept it under my shirt after his death.

We got married late 2015, and we ended up staying in London because of the opportunities for both of our careers.

We had friends, and I had a social life, but if I had my way I would have spent all my time with Evan. He was my world.

I think we had a child.

Magic influenced dæmons a lot. Usually your dæmon wouldn’t settle until you were a late teen at the earliest and they usually didn’t settle until you committed to a type of magic if you were capable of wielding it. Dragon slayers all had at least sort of reptilian dæmons because it was part of the dragon seed growing in your body, which is part of why Flitch ended up as a lizard.

I was really original with my soul in this canon. Me, Black Steel Gajeel, and my soul and I decided to name her Flitch. Flint and pitch. Steel and black. I literally gave her the same name as me.

Flitch always got cold really fast. She was a rude ass lizard. We would get into shouting matches a lot, same as I used to with that deadbeat Metallicana.

Levy and Gray both had bird dæmons.

Levy’s dæmon was this round thing with purple feathers and always liked to sit on her head.

Flitch and that thing really got cuddly after I admitted my feelings for Levy and it got me made fun of in the guild hall a lot. I got into physical fights about it more than once.

Natsu had a literal salamander for his dæmon, and he used to say he thought that Igneel might be disappointed in him if his dæmon wasn’t big and powerful. One of the things Igneel said in the moments he had before dying was how proud he was both of Natsu and his dæmon.

Metallicana bumped heads with Flitch and I teared up and called him a deadbeat jerk and he made fun of me, but unlike canon I actually said goodbye to him. I told him I loved him and he said so back.

When Levy was pregnant with the twins, Flitch would just lay on her stomach for hours while she read Lucy’s new drafts.

One of the strangest things about Zeref and master Mavis was that neither of them had dæmons. It was probably one of the things of the curse of Ankh-Selem. Something along the lines of being truly and utterly alone. It gave me the shivers even just to think about it.

Pretty severe issues with being attached to my dad (Daniel Holtz) even after I knew how he really was. It wasn't easy to see him as the monster he was.

I adjusted to my new family really well. I saw a therapist for lingering trauma no one could explain.

I continued trying to be a normal person, but I eventually met some slayers and helped them. I actually showed them a lot of tricks.

I was very attracted to Faith.

Holtz failed to take me.

I was raised by Angel and Cordelia, who got married after the fall of Wolfram and Hart’s Los Angeles branch.

I struggled with my abilities as I got older but I kept hold of them, primarily with the help of Willow.

The slayers and Willow helped me come into my powers, and Buffy was like a second mom to me. A really weird second mom.

I knew I was a lesbian from a young age, out to my dad but not to anyone else.

I never thought of myself as being someone's choice. I never thought I would be enough for anyone.

I saw Varian as a younger brother and someone I wanted to guide and take care of. His crush on me was short-lived and I think I was the first person he told about being gay. I was at least the first among Rapunzel's group.

Rapunzel was bi, and she didn't really know the difference between being out and being closeted. She kind of assumed everyone else was the same until we told her.

Eugene wasn’t as old as in canon, he was about 22-23 when he met Rapunzel.

I cut my hair myself for a long time, until my dad offered to take me to a real barber.

I had a number of scars from adventuring, most of which could be hidden by long-sleeved clothing, but some of which were always on display.

I didn't mind wearing dresses or other "girly" things, but at the same time they weren't very me.

At the end of the events of the show, I confessed my feelings for Rapunzel. She shared them, and we ended up in a relationship of some sort. I needed to take things slowly.

Eugene and I both loved Rapunzel, and we decided we were "together" to some degree. The best real-world equivalent would be a queerplatonic relationship. It was our way of expressing the triad unit we were with Raps.

Everything diverged during season 3. A.L.I.E. never came out, and life continued.

The political situation took a long time to stabilize with the grounders. Skaikru was eventually acknowledged as the thirteenth clan.

Lexa and I got married in the Trikru fashion.

My mom and I stopped talking after a while. I was upset with her, and she did a bad job of comforting me. I was sick of her half-promises and caring more about the daughter she sent to the ground than the one she found when she came down.

I think Lexa was a trans woman, as I believe I had her child.

Heda and Wanheda were respected as rulers from then on, even if some people disapproved of me.

I don’t know how I came to be the Avatar. I think it was bad luck, for the cycle before me. Children killed during war who didn’t know their destiny. No one had kept track of the avatar cycle, certainly not my father, who thought that there was no world in which the Avatar could stop him. I went on my journey, hating everything, looking for what I had within me all along.

I went to the south pole eventually, and I found an old man who had been hiding out in the ice for a hundred years. He told me I was the avatar, and I said he was crazy. He told me his name was Aang and didn’t stop telling me things even when I didn’t want him to. He interacted with the Southern Water Tribe very little comparatively speaking, but he did go there for food sometimes and had made friends with Katara and Sokka. they were still teenagers and Katara looked up to him as a spiritualist.

I almost burned down the village, but then he did something and I waterbended. Everyone, including me, was super confused. I ran away to the ice, but Katara and Sokka followed me. Aang did too; I found that bit out later, when he picked me up with airbending and refused to let me down unless I airbended him away.

I don’t remember a lot of the middle except that Katara hated me for the longest time, and I humbled myself a lot in front of everyone else. Getting through my anger issues was hard.

I learned lightning towards the end, from my uncle. It was difficult.

Eventually Aang got to me. I relied on hate for so long, and I needed forgiveness. He told me the legends of the dragon turtles, and that to bring peace I would need to find it for myself. I went and found the dragon turtle, who told me how to energy bend. After almost killing my father, I took away what he used to hurt everyone I’d ever loved.

Aang died not long after the war ended. I lived happily with Sokka, Suki, and Mai for many years. Our daughter Izumi was our pride and joy, and she spent many summers switching between Ember Island and the South Pole, and spent a lot of springs at Kyoshi Island. She also eventually had two siblings, who I don’t remember as much about (possibly named Tenzin and Ursa).

I awoke as Asami. Unknowingly, my mother was a descendant of someone who’d fled the Air Nation. Aang wasn’t truly the last airbender, even with Avatar Zuko. It was a shock to my parents to find out I was a firebender, and more of a shock to find out I was the Avatar. Neither of them had ever expected it.

The White Lotus had a new model. Take the Avatar to complete training in the nations of the element they were studying. My parents agreed to let me go and train.

I started with airbending, which I mostly had to learn through osmosis of scholars. This was the time where I could stay at home in Republic City, because the only airbender in the world was busy. I don’t remember why, but it was important I at least got the basics of airbending down, but I didn't come to master it until much later.

Then I traveled with my entourage to the Southern Water Tribe. I trained with Master Katara, and then later I went to the Northern Tribe for one winter to learn to connect with the spirits there. Master Katara taught me very well. I met Chief Tonraq, who I didn't yet know was the father of my future wife.

It was around this point I learned my mother had been killed. I was devastated. It was before I left for the Northern Water Tribe but after I was cleared as “highly proficient” in waterbending.

Then I went to the earth kingdom. I traveled for a while, and I learned from many teachers. It was the hardest for me because I felt so…not tied down? I didn’t feel like I was ever really standing my ground.

I went to learn firebending in the Fire Nation, but Fire Lord Izumi insisted that I go to train with Master Iroh in Republic City instead. I was very excited to see my father again, so I went and started watching pro bending matches. I wasn’t interested in playing, but I developed a huge huge crush on Korra, who was a pro waterbender.

I was a lesbian, but didn’t realize it until later. I dated Mako for a bit after Korra didn’t show interest in me, but I broke up with him because I realized I really was just jealous of how he got Korra’s attention.

Korra and I were very happy together, but only after I recovered from the poison from the Red Lotus. It was the hardest time in my life.

I was more mellow than canon Dina, still a shitstarter but a lot more relaxed.

Even when Jesse and I were together, I was never really into him the way I was into Ellie. During the events of the game I realized I only really wanted to be with women (with Ellie).

I followed the events of canon pretty closely.

When Ellie left the farm, I waited three days. Then I packed up JJ's and my stuff and moved in with Jesse's family.

By the time Ellie returned to Jackson, I had moved into Joel's old house. Tommy decided I deserved it.

Maria and Tommy made up at one point, though they were never as close as they had been. They were happier once they started seeing the one person in town who worked as a therapist.

When Ellie got back, I couldn't even look at her for a long time. She was super sick and physically destroyed, and spent weeks recovering.

When JJ was about two, Ellie and I had a real heart-to-heart about everything that happened. I told her I wanted to try to forgive her and start over from scratch. I also wanted her back in JJ's life because I knew he needed that.

Eventually she moved back in with us, and we got married a while after that.

I was more mellow than canon Dina, still a shitstarter but a lot more relaxed.

Even when Jesse and I were together, I was never really into him the way I was into Ellie. During the events of the game I realized I only really wanted to be with women (with Ellie).

Followed canon up until Ellie tried to leave on the farm.

When she told me she had to go, I told her I wouldn't let her go alone. I packed up my things, brought JJ to his grandparents' house in Jackson, and Ellie and I set off for Santa Barbara.

When we were ambushed by the rattlers, I was kidnapped and brought to their slave building. I was disobedient and tried to protect others, so they strung me up on the beach.

Ellie got to me, but I had an infection of some sort. Infected wound and possibly internal bleeding.

I was there when she killed Abby. We made sure lev was set on his way.

It was only then I showed Ellie the true extent of my injuries. She was determined to get me back to our son, and she said as much repeatedly.

I didn't survive back to Jackson.

This fic is canon.

My dad died rather than me. Uncle Tommy pulled me away from his corpse, but not before I took the watch I gave him.

I became a bitter woman who got involved in a lot of bad circles before finally coming in with Tess.

Tess was the first person to treat me decently and show me that I deserved to be treated better.

I taught myself how to drive at some point.

I was a lot closer to dying than Joel during winter, since I was smaller and lost a lot more blood.

Taking care of Ellie changed my life. I was still shitty very often, but I did better by her than I had ever done by myself.

I was better with a bow and arrow than a gun, but I was also very good with guns.

While we were living in Wyoming, we got the TVs working to have movie nights. I often scavenged old movies, DVDs and VHSes so we could have things to watch.

things followed as canon, I assume.

I loved playing soccer, and I loved watching movies.

I loved to read, especially trashy teen romances. I ate up every single one in the school library.

My mom left us when I was still very little. Dad tried to make up for it, but I got used to making myself meals and having to wait long hours for him to get home.

I was so scared when I was shot. I just wanted to feel safe again.

I followed the events of canon up until my "death." I didn't die.

I never trusted Abby. Even when she helped us, there was a level of discomfort I always felt.

I ended up taking Lev and we left Abby behind, and Ellie and Dina saved our lives. They offered for us to go back to Jackson with them. We accepted.

In Jackson, we didn't really feel like a part of the community, but we did feel accepted. That was enough. especially for Lev.

I became a hunter and a teacher for the town. Lev became a hunter as well, but did more patrols and guarding than I did.

I think I eventually had a romance with someone from Jackson?

I think JJ called me Auntie Yara.

I was a transfem nonbinary woman. Martin was a transfem woman (possibly nonbinary? i never asked) named Martha Blackwood.

Everyone was gender swapped except for Sasha.

Events of canon were fairly canon compliant.

I had my gender affirmation surgery at a younger age thanks to my grandmother. I got on hormones and had a normal puberty, and only my voice really had a chance to be more masculine. My voice sounded very close to canon.

Sasha and I flirted around the S1 era. it abruptly stopped when not!Sasha took her place and I assumed she had lost interest.

Martha's crush on me totally went over my head.

I was a bi ace mess but my romantic drive was almost none. I had never had a sex drive in my entire life.

My hair had white streaks in it by the time I came out of the coma. It became more white over time, and was about half white by the time the ritual succeeded.

Martha managed to shove tea into my hands often enough she figured out my favorite kinds, and she was always careful to buy more of those.

The hunger that came from the lack of statements overwhelmed me physically on all levels. It was like a pulsing headache, an empty stomach, muscle tension, and general aches and pains. It was impossible to ignore.

I kept good care of my hair, it was the one thing I really focused on.

I had phantom pains constantly. as well as phantom "limbs" from the eye.

When Martha and I were finally together, I actually said I love you first.

I was a time lord from the planet Gallifrey. One of the last, but I left the war to escape it. I didn't want any part of such destruction except to archive.

I hid myself away, on a planet called Earth. It was a favorite of mine.

I realized before long that I was not going to be able to hide when my body was still recognizably Time Lord.

I sealed myself away inside a perfect disguise: a human.

My Time Lord consciousness was put inside a watch, but I was cleverer than that. I set a delay to seal that watch inside a lighter, designed so it would be very difficult for anyone but me to open it.

I was named Sasha James, and I became employed somewhere that put my cleverness and random knowledge to use.

I ended up losing my "lighter" when my boss, Jonathan Sims, asked if he could borrow it. I never even noticed it, so I let him take it and never thought to ask for it back.

Somewhere along the line, he popped it open and discovered it didn't work. What he didn't know was that my Time Lord consciousness began to leak out, giving him information. This was at a similar time as the Ceaseless Watcher beginning to give him influence over information, so nothing made him think there was something else at play.

The residual energy of my Time Lord consciousness went into him, and made him identifiable to creatures with higher knowledge as the Archivist.

Around the time I "died," I was put into a comatose state, inches from death, buried beneath the archives. Not!Sasha joined the archives and had enough information on my false life to continue living it until they were destroyed.

At that time, the psychic link that had kept me alive broke, and I got up, not knowing anything about myself. My false life had been removed from my head, but my mind was still trapped inside the lighter.

I ended up coming to the archives to give a statement, as it was determined there was nothing physically wrong with me by a clinic doctor. I gave my statement, but there was no one there to take it. I ended up wandering into the archivist's office, and found my old lighter. I opened it out of curiosity, and suddenly my entire mind was redeposited into my head. My human life, too.

With all these memories coming back, I resumed life the only way I knew how: documenting everything I saw. I began to merely observe the archives and their employees, and I learned a great deal about the entities and their power.

Sometime around the end of Jon's coma I decided I needed to help. I intervened and caused a couple of panics when they saw that I was, in fact, alive, and not replaced by a weird creatures that steals identities.