#( int. kendall )

[mrsjadecurtiss]

my brain every time i see succ fanart after the latest episode

[shesnake]

Arian Moayed for TV Guide

[roychewtoy]

kendalls speech goin round and round. my father was a brute. into his life giving qualities. the things he breathed into existence. just tipping the scale back and forth with every sentence. me ever so surprised, oh something cyclical? in the cycles show... but godddddddd. he loves him he hates him, he'll outsource it to his therapist. it's all 🔄 baby. everything's comin up 🔄

[brckensocietyarch]

{ continued from this, coz my dumbass didn't post with beta to start xD }

there was a deep chuckle that left him as she snapped at him, “with that dude, seriously? he looks like to most vanilla, basic bitch i’ve ever seen.” he pointed out as he moved closer to her. “what that was, was me stopping you from regretting a terrible lay when i am right here.” there was a truth to his thoughts, that he’d been at the party so if she needed to get laid why not get him instead of risking wasting time with someone he saw as dull. once he was close enough to reach her his hands reached out to grab her wrists and pull her in close, too focused on her to realise his hands might be a little too hot. “i just don’t get why you’re wasting your time, especially on someone like him. i mean, you saw how quickly he ran off like a total pussy. you really think you would’ve enjoyed fucking him?” @xinthesewallsx

[nighthawkes]

i feel good about succession ending at 4 seasons because it means I was right about the perfect symmetry of the Roy siblings each getting their own season

i feel bad about succession ending at 4 seasons because why would they end it on Connor 🧍‍♀️

[blcssom]

"yes, well, no harm no foul! now that you know if you could just... lose my number, maybe?" if only it were that simple... "no, you cannot quote me on anything, this is all off the record!" and now he really needs to find an escape before his big mouth reveals anything else. unfortunately, the dig does get under his skin, and that much is clear by the tight smirk he offers the pest he can't seem to shake. "guess i was. is there anything else i can help you with before i call security?"

"ah, my bad. i didn't realize you were the one perry family member with a conscious." barely resists the urge to roll his eyes, because despite his obvious disdain for the guy, it's pretty much journalism 101 not to antagonize your subject. "can i quote you on that?" half-smirk as he crosses his arms. "along with the fact that you seem to be your father's pawn this time. guess you were due for it, huh?"

[vindelllas]

a brief exploration of the amatyakarakas 🍸

🍸note: any information regarding amatyakaraka placements should be treated lightly, as a good portion of these celebrities do not have verified birth information. i calculated all of the following celebrities with unverified birth times assuming they were born at noon their time!

🍸the amatyakaraka does not share the immense physical focus of the atmakaraka, but serves as the knight (amatyakaraka) to the king (atmakaraka), as it controls much of the labor/work of the chess of life. it is a karaka designed to aid you in picking a field or hobby that can allow you to fully express the passions of your graha. It is the helpful hand that guides you to who you truly are, in this post i focus on the overarching lessons of this placement.

brihaspati amatyakaraka

🌾 aesthetic: the liberation of the femme fatale

🌾 key components: shares similar characteristics to the femme fatale archetype of brihaspati atmakarakas, but inwardly is garnished with the liberated qualities of brihaspati. this is a placement of timing, expansion, and immense growth in the lens of one's work ethic. this is ultimately why these natives are known for their adventurous (and sometime controversial yet successful) business ventures, e.g. kendall jenner's "818" brand and lana del rey's controversies throughout her musical journey, which are centered around intrinsic learning via the external public eye.

shani amatyakaraka

🪐 aesthetic: the theater of love

🪐 key components: it shares the sensual hollywood starlet aesthetic of shani atmakarakas but this karaka's lesson lies in what they pour themselves into. they excel at possessing the drive and willpower to succeed in their respective fields, but are not without controversy in their private lives. this is emphasized by megan thee stallion's wrongful sh*oting, selena gomez's ex, nicki minaj's infamous husband, julia fox's former partner kanye west, etc.. their incessant focus on their future and work, often leaves much instability in their personal lives outside of their everyday routines.

surya amatyakaraka

🌞 aesthetic: the intersection of promiscuity and materialism

🌞 key components: this placement is similar to the materialism noted in surya atmakaraka natives, but is further heightened by this karaka's penchant for promiscuity. this placement's immensely influential nature and general desire to lead/test others can manifest as a form of sex*al temptation of those around them. from professions of acting to involvement in adult industries to modeling, there is a great need to shine their rays onto those around them. the dichotomy agni (the sun) being of purification and knowledge and soma (the moon) being water and nourishment come into play here. the sun wishes to purify and empower those around them through lessons of spiritual teachings. the general focus of the mouth in the photos of surya amatyakarakas is reflective of the mouth being the vessel of soma/the consumer of water. to achieve the purification of agni, you must first be watered spiritually.

kuja amatyakaraka

☄️ aesthetic: the mysticism confidence

☄️ key components: drawing upon the lessons of kuja atmakarakas, a certain confidence is emphasized within this placement. this confidence lies in taking immense risks and undergoing challenging situations for the betterment of your career, talents, and desires. this is evidenced by amber heard's career-challenging court case and jennifer lawrence's recounts and statements about w*instein. this placement is not without its controversy, but it is a placement of willingness to endure immense controversy for personal gain often without the lesson-emphasis of brihaspati amatyakarakas which results in much healing being needed later on.

buddha amatyakaraka

🌑 aesthetic: the ubiquity of feminism

🌑 key components: learning from the misunderstood lalita, this placement emphasizes a certain call to seeking maturation of the self through a higher power and intellectualism. this placement is symbolic of the overt dichotomy of girlhood-womanhood, these natives personify this experience through their accounts of the male gaze, longings for more expansion within themselves, and consuming all the external rays of others for the purpose of bettering and finding themselves (as buddha does to surya).

shukra amatyakaraka

🍓 aesthetic: the languish of luxury

🍓 key components: this placement indicates a certain affinity yet boredom of the luxurious properties of shukra. it causes many celebrities who grow into financial success to possess a coupled, sometimes delayed, distaste of the spotlight/fame. think of selena quintanilla who grew popular with ease compared to her latina musician counterparts but continued to maintain a relatability to the public (similar to cardi b who is still considered "surprisingly relatable" despite being immensely wealthy compared to the general public).

chandra amatyakaraka

🌙 aesthetic: the insatiable pitfalls of revolution

🌙 key components: these women often serve as role models to individuals through their presence in the media, but often serve as a lesson to the pitfalls that come with being "revolutionary". recall alexis ren who revolutionized mid-2010's social media and fashion yet struggled privately with her eating d*sorder. additionally, kaley cuoco was popularized for her role in "the big bang theory" yet too struggled with her eating habits. this is why some vedic astrologers theorize chandra to be associated with eating d*sorders, as yes soma seeks to nourish, but this nourishment (coupled with the drive/talent/profession denoted in the amatyakaraka) results in a potential for restricting soma (nourishment) to feel in control of one's surroundings--that is one's profession or environment.

🍸all of these placements were found using astrotheme/.com and/or astro-charts/.com. it is important to note that some chandra (moon) placements may be off by up to 6 degrees and lagnas (ascendants/rising signs) as well, due to the fact that many websites do not have 100% accurate birth times for the given celebrities.

🍸i am additionally offering readings again for a limited amount of time! if you are interested in a reading, please privately message me. thank you all for all of your patience! please expect the color analysis post soon since it won the poll <3

xoxo,

angel 💋

[brotherconstant]

1x08 - INT. WAREHOUSE – DOWNSTAIRS SPACE – DAY As they walk on – and see Stewy approaching. STEWY Hey, Rome. Ken?! How you going?! Kendall wasn’t expecting to see him. 2x06 - EXT. ARGESTES – TERRACE BAR – DAY Stewy sits at a table, on his phone, waiting for his next appointment. Kendall has been scoping out the moment to do a stop-and-chat, he arranges to pass with Jess.

[spoopydooblr]

My King Will Be Kind Chapter 13 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: yeahhhhhhhh this is it. THIS IS IT .... i cant believe ive been writing this for over ten months and its been a joy! thank you for being along this ride with me. every time i thought about giving up i would get some sweet ass message from one of yall and i would decide to write again.

stay tuned for more ... hehe

tw: smut, piv, mentions of unalive, mentions of death, mentions of drug use

The second time Kendall appeared at Stella's doorstep was a few days later.  He had been in Barbados with the Sibs and Caroline, trying to lock in the CEO position.  

Somehow, she again ended up on the counter, his hands roaming around her body.  Her pants were pulled down to her knees, the flesh of her thighs hitting the countertop.  

He stuck his head under her shirt, kissing and tickling her chest with his tongue.  Stella swore he came over int he early morning hours so he could catch her in sweats and no bra.  Her body was easy access to him, then.

"Ah!"  She laughed.  "Ken, stop!"

He nipped at her stomach, lowering his mouth to the waistband of her underwear.  

"Seriously.  Kendall."

He looked up at her, brown eyes begging for permission.  "What, pretty girl?"  His lips curved into a smile.

"You can't just keep barging into my place in the middle of the night."

"Uh, yeah I can."

Stella shooed him away from her pussy and sat up.  "We're fighting, remember?"

"I don't think we are."  He smirked at her.

She scoffed, turning to get off the counter, but his hands were still clamped down on her thighs.  "Okay, well, you can't keep doing this.  You didn't even tell me how Barbados went."  She trailed off, seeing the light shine in his eyes at the mention of Barbados.

"Well I was going to tell you after I fucked you into oblivion, but I guess you ruined the surprise."

"What?"  

"You know when I told you Dad named me CEO?"  

She nodded.

"Well Roman and I convinced Shiv to veto the deal.  We're fucking Lukas and GoJo."  He took her hands into his.  She was still just wearing her underwear and big t-shirt.  "It's me."

"For real this time?"

He nodded.  "Yeah.  For fucking real."

Her voice dropped, whispering, "You promise?"

"Yeah."

"So what happens next?"

"Well..."  He move closer to her, lips ghosting over her neck.  "I'm gonna be fucking CEO.  And I can do whatever I want..."  He bit down on the spot between her collarbone and her neck.  She could feel him, half-hard, pressed against her thigh.

"Mmm."  Stella hummed as he reached under her shirt yet again.  

"And then I get to spoil you, for real."  Kendall pulled her shirt over her head, nuzzling his face against her neck.  "You'll never have to pay for anything.  You can do whatever, be whatever."

She moaned.  The thought of being undeniably rich turned her on.  Their relationship was real, of course, but so was his money.  The concept of never having to pay for anything ever again would be attractive to anyone. His lips attached to her nipple, pulling slightly with his teeth.

"Wait, Ken,"  She could feel him getting harder and knew he was aching to fuck her.  

"Hm?"  He looked up from his spot, making hickeys all over her chest.  

"Can we, uh, do it in the bed?"

He grinned.  "You wanna make love, Stella girl?"

She shrugged, the blush creeping up her face.  "I just feel like we're always on the move."

They both knew that if Kendall became CEO, he would be on the move a lot more, unfortunately.  

"I know, baby."  He helped her down from her spot on the counter and led her to the bedroom.  Stella was basically naked as her back hit the sheets.  Kendall looked down at her, working on his shirt. 

She could barely wait, writhing around on the sheets, begging for him to touch her.  

"So impatient..."  He hummed, shrugging off his button down.  Her hands grasped at his belt, undoing it and pulling it through the loops.  She pulled down his pants--shaking fingers caressed the tip of his dick through his briefs.  

"Ahh, Stell..."  Kendall gasped at the sudden contact.  He had been holding it in, but playing with her tits had made him incredibly hard.  She reached in, palming him as he got on top of her.  

"I love you."  Stella moaned as he bit down on her shoulder.

"Ah, uh, I love you too."  He stuttered as she took him in her hand, pumping his length.  She flipped them over, kissing down his neck.  Her body flushed against his, she positioned herself at him and sunk down on his dick, agonizingly slow.  

Kendall tried to say something but choked on his words as her plush core took him in.  It took all of his strength not to thrust up and stuff himself in.

Stella moaned at the fullness she felt already.  They hadn't had sex in a bit and she was always so tight.  Half-way in, she sunk down lower, thrusting herself onto him.  She let out a small whimper, nails scratching his chest.  

"You good, ah,"  Kendall's vision was clouded as she sank down all the way.  "You good baby?"

She nodded, tears of pleasure falling down her face.  It already felt so good, she could barely move.  "Fuck."

Kendall wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down into him.  He thrusted up into her, slowly.  

"Feel good?"  He whispered in her ear.

She nodded, "Ah," He hit a spot deep inside of her.  "Yes!"

His pace quickened and he flipped her over, taking in the sight of her.  Stella was fucked out, lips swollen and core throbbing.  He almost came at the sight of her under him.  Kendall reached between them, his thumb finding her clit.

Stella cried out, one hand on his shoulder and the other gripping the sheets.  "It's too much..."

His lips attached to her neck, pelvis thrusting into hers as hard as he could.

"You can do it for me, baby."  He breathed.  "C'mon."

Her arms wrapped around his neck, grabbing at nothing.  He hit deeper in her core, her stomach clenching with each thrust.  

Stella's legs started to shake as Kendall grunted, thrusts getting sloppier.  "I'm gonna come in you, okay?"

She nodded.  "Okay."

His thumb lazily traced circles around her clit, hips stuttering against hers.  After too much time away, he wasn't lasting long.  

"Gonna...ah..."  Kendall gasped against her flesh, warmth filling her stomach.  He mumbled something that sounded like 'oh fuck' as he released, relief coming out of him in waves.  She still loved him, even with his flaws.  

 Watching him come undone pushed Stella to her own high, her walls flush against him, pulsing.  Her mouth dropped open, a silent scream taking over her as Kendall took them over the edge.  

"Never leave me, okay?"  He looked down at her, chests heaving.

"I'm not going to leave you, Ken."  She touched his chin.  "No matter what happens."

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The next time she saw him was on tv, two mornings later.  It was 10 AM and she hadn't heard from him yet, which was not a good sign.  

Stella checked her phone as she turned her tv to ATN News.

"Oh shit..."  She muttered under her breath.  

"TOM WAMBSGANS NAMED US CEO OF WAYSTAR ROYCO" A headline read.

#KendallRoy was trending on Twitter.  

if i were @RealKendallRoy i would kill myself

Tom Wambsgans for ceo? Random but ok...#gojo

#KendallRoy is probably fuming 

She called him, obviously, but it went straight to voicemail.  Stella got up from her couch and paced her apartment, unsure of what to do.  Kendall was nothing without the company.  What was he going to do now?  Sure, he had the money and resources to do anything, but his family's company was everything to him.  

Stella ran through the hall, phone in one hand, the other grabbing a jacket and pants.  

"Roman!"  Stella was shocked he actually picked up.

"How did you get this number?"  He sounded drunk.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know.  Probably floating dead in the Hudson somewhere by now."

"Roman."

"Battery Park, probably.  That's where Dad used to go."

"Okay, okay."  She stopped, trying to sound as normal as she could.  Tears were threatneing to fall, though.  "Is he...uh...--"

"Is he good?  Uh, no, well, yeah, he is not good.  He'll probably be dead or knee deep in coke by the end of the night.  Probably both."

"Great.  Thanks."

"My advice, Stella?"

She was quiet for a second.  

"Get the fuck out while you can."  He said.  "Seriously.  Like, you're young, you're an actress or whatever, so you'll be okay.  Let Ken destroy himself."

"What?"  Roman wasn't wrong.  She was young.  She had her whole life ahead of her, and couldn't be the sad wife of a coke-head.  Was saving him worth it?

"He'll promise you sobriety, but he always lies.  Rava figured it out too late, I guess.  You can get out now.  Out before you're like, legally tied to him or something."

"And you're just going to let him die?"

"Ah, I'll be here when he inevitably gets out of rehab."

"But I should leave?"

"I'm his brother, I have to stay."

But could she?

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Kendall sat on a bench in Battery Park, Colin standing behind him on not-so-secret suicide watch.  

The early winter air blew in his face as he contemplated his next move.  

Kendall stared out into the horizon.  Everyone had betrayed him. 

He swore he heard footsteps behind him, but the harshness of reality hit.  No one was coming.  

The footsteps, however, got closer. 

Stella walked past Colin and put her hand on Kendall's shoulder.  He flinched, but couldn't look at her.  He recognized her by the YSL Libre she wore.  

"I told you I wasn't going to leave."

[blcssom]

"white space, right...." his eyes flit back down to the ipad, zooming out to look at it in it's entirety (as though he's actually considering the feedback, which he decidedly is not). the defensive chime to the other's answer has him meeting a terse gaze again. "it's just very much the design someone who's never sat through a tattoo or seen how ink lays on skin would pick for themselves. and it's my job as the professional to..... urge you to reconsider."

he can't believe they've wasted this much time on absolutely nothing. does he look like he can afford to go an hour over his appointment slot?? "uh, respectfully, i think it is the design. this whole thing needs, like, a lot more white space." has no idea what he's talking about, but he's fairly confident that the terminology exists, at least. "no." yes. "what does that have to do with the design?"

[elbiotipo]

[INT. WAYSTAR'S OFFICES]

[LOGAN and KENDALL are standing looking at each other, the skyline of New York behind covered in an orange tint. The scene is eerie, dreamlike.]

KENDALL

W-Why couldn't just... step aside! You fucking old bastard! Why couldn't you just fucking...

[LOGAN remains unmoving, no reaction on his face.]

KENDALL

Dad, I was good enough. I was a KILLER! I was a fucking badass, Dad! I was like... fucking Eminem on a suit. I was like... I was... (catching his breath) I did everything you wanted. Everything.

[LOGAN remains ummoving. KENDALL pauses.]

KENDALL

(yelling, broken) WHY COULDN'T YOU LOVE ME!

[KENDALL begins to strangle LOGAN. KOMM, SUSSER TODD begins to play in the background as the camera distorts]

...

[INT. WAYSTAR'S BOARDROOM]

[FRANK, GERRI, KARL and HUGO are sitting on a table, on a darkened room]

FRANK

The beginning and the end are one and the same.

GERRI

(looking at the roof) We tried. At least, I like to think we did.

FRANK

It's all up to the kids now.

KARL

I wish I was in my fucking private island.

[KARL explodes into orange LCL fluid. The others soon follow.]

...

[INT. LOGAN'S APARTMENT]

[CONNOR and WILLA are huddled under a desk, the marbled floor covered in orange liquid. The orange glow outside grows stronger, and the scene is dreamlike]

CONNOR

Willa. Nobody will know now. If you want to say you're with me for the money, you can tell me.

WILLA

Connor. I would never be with you for something as superficial as that. (pauses, with an enigmatic smile) I'm with you for the power, Mr. President.

[They laugh. CONNOR knows it's a lie. WILLA knows it's a lie. They hug and they explode into LCL.]

...

[INT. A LONELY ATN CUBICLE]

[GREG is typing maniacally at a laptop]

GREG

(unhinged)

I-I d-don't understand. No. I... I DO understand. Sorry, sorry Mom. Sorry gramps... sorry, I shouldn't have done that... I... I... I...

[a ghostly TOM materializes, hugging GREG from behind. GREG begings to cry, out of joy, perhaps.]

GREG

Tom-senpai!... senpai, senpai, senpai, senpai, senpai!

[Both GREG and TOM explode into LCL. The laptop screen reads "you can't make a Tomelette without breaking some Greggs" repeated over and over.]

...

[INT. SHIV'S AND TOM'S APARTMENT]

[SHIV is crying, apparently talking alone. The camera pans, and it's a ghostly version of herself, YOUNG SHIV, standing in front of her]

YOUNG SHIV

But Dad's still proud of us, right?

SHIV

Y-Yes, he fuck- (corrects herself, and wipes out a tear), he is.

YOUNG SHIV

And... you're happy, right?

SHIV

(crying)

I am.

YOUNG SHIV

Don't cry, then. We are happy.

[A ghosty hand takes SHIV'S hand. She looks up, and smiles, but the camera doesn't show who they are. SHIV explodes into LCL]

...

[EXT. ROMAN'S BALCONY]

[ROMAN is drinking whisky while looking at the New York skyline. THE PORTAL is growing bigger. It will soon engulf the city and then the world. ROMAN knows there's nothing he can do about it.]

[GERRI is standing next to him, leaning back on the balcony, with a little distance. They seem to have been talking for a while]

GERRI

You were afraid, Roman.

ROMAN

(scoffs). Of course I was fucking afraid! I was fucking afraid of pissing all over Dad's fucking pharaonic legacy, like his fucking pyramids. I was afraid to get fucked, I mean, I was fucking literally afraid of it. I was afraid of dying like a useless fuckboy who was born into fucking Mount Olympus and couldn't command a fucking hot-dogs and blowjobs stand!

[a long pause]

ROMAN

(sentimental)

I was always afraid.

GERRI

Not with me.

[They both stare at each other for a minute]

ROMAN

Would you have said yes?

[Gerri stares at him, her face enigmatic. Then she explodes into LCL]

ROMAN

This fucking blows. (looking up at THE PORTAL) Thank you, bro.

[ROMAN explodes into LCL]

...

[EXT. TIMES SQUARE]

[The orange glow covers the whole city. The notes of KOMM SUSSER TODD keep playing. There is a general scene of chaos as people scream and run and explode into LCL]

[THE PORTAL is glowing and growing bigger. KENDALL looks at it, with a smile, his eyes unhinged, his mind lost.]

[He reaches his arm towards it, as if trying to grasp it. He cannot close it.]

FADE OUT, CREDITS.

[strangesmallbard]

anyway. wrote a succession postscript scene that’s like, many years down the line after gerri passes away. roman and shiv are at her funeral.

[INT SCENE]

ROMAN: fuck it, this is stupid. who the fuck—i don’t even know—like who the fuck are they? i’ve never fucking seen them in my life! fuck

SHIV: that’s…gerri’s oldest daughter. [beat] and her husband

ROMAN: [squints] Huh. gerri’s…daughter….daughter daughter daughter…

SHIV: [ignoring him, checking phone, looking for someone]

ROMAN: [still squinting] i thought her daughters like, fucked off to portland for a pair of twincestual antifa eunuchs. or whatever.

SHIV: it’s her funeral, rome.

ROMAN: okay, but when mummy went over the rainbow, you literally Zoomed into—what are you looking for, what?

SHIV: nothing, none of your business.

ROMAN: uh huh

[beat. they stare at each other. he grabs her phone and runs.]

SHIV: i’m serious—hey! give back my—

ROMAN: [scampering away, scrolling, shiv following and reaching] ooooooh shivvy’s cucking our stepfather again~ did you finally try pussy, like i told you? i do hear great things about pussy

SHIV: oh go finger gerri’s daughter in the viewing room already instead of / prying

ROMAN: oh ho ho a location pin! is his name…wait, is his name actually kendall??? [beat, wrinkles nose] yucky

SHIV: [holds out phone expectedly, waits for him to get it, finally]

ROMAN: [gets it] oh. wow.

SHIV: [self consciously] uh huh.

ROMAN: wow. i didn’t…i mean, when’s the last time you saw—

SHIV: lottie’s birthday.

ROMAN: that’s not so—

SHIV: her tenth. in paris.

ROMAN: right. [pause]. tom’s daughter has shitfuck taste, shiv. france? in november?

SHIV: [grabs the phone back] it’s not—it’s not a thing. don’t make it a thing. we just—there’s some paperwork leftover, you know. there’s always paperwork fucking leftover and i want to get it over with. shut up.

ROMAN: [slowly smiling] shivvy and kendall sitting in a tree—

SHIV: [pushes his face, trying not to smile]

ROMAN: s-i-g-n-i-n-g. please tell me it’s kerry’s lawsuit oh pleaseeee

SHIV: kerry? fuck no, we buried that in 2025. shes in like, idaho, running a nonprofit for kids with eating disorders.

ROMAN: yummy

SHIV: it’s just…..paperwork. okay? it’s civil. we’re having brunch around the corner and it’s like—i’m paying. it’s all good.

(beat)

ROMAN: [suddenly sincere] i mean do you want…i could be there to…

SHIV: no no it’s good, i’m good. i mean it’s not like i’m meeting—dad. you know.

ROMAN: …obviously, like—i mean i told con we should get security for the death mahal because like, logan roy toes are going for 5mil on ebay right now.

SHIV: [morbid fascination, isn’t even gonna ask how he knows this information) how much would the skull go for?

ROMAN: [defensive suddenly] why the fuck would i know? look i can be a human buffer. a little romey spongecake to absorb all your icky little—the nuclear kenshiv radiation. you know i’ll do that.

SHIV: [sincerely] thanks, roman. but i’m fine. i have my papers, i have access to sophie’s instagram in case he like, gets mopey about her memoir substack again. [beat]. it’ll be good to see him.

ROMAN: yeah. it’ll be—yeah.

[beat. shiv is texting back]

ROMAN: right. well. i’m going to fuck gerri’s daughter, now. very respectfully in a hotel room, thank you. tell me how it goes?

SHIV: i’m sure he’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.

ROMAN: [wincing, but so sad] yeahh maybe. but you know, you….your perspective is valuable….to me. feminism! in gerri’s honor.

SHIV: uh huh. yeah.

[beat. no one moves.]

SHIV: [kinda mad] i’ll be fine, roman. jesus i’m not—i don’t need a mommy, okay?

ROMAN: yep, sure. feminism! [beat] well…if you whack kenny at least facetime me.

SHIV: oh no. sophie has first dibs.

ROMAN: [grimaces in a proud way. drifting to the viewing room, where people are gathering]. love it. the youth and their patricide. very cool.…. very very cool….very…refreshing.

SHIV: go see her, roman.

ROMAN: yeah. yeah maybe. yeah. maybe? i mean we did—we’ve talked since—but. maybe. yeah. maybe.

[roman looks back at shiv, but she’s already started walking towards emily, gerri’s daughter, and her husband. she shakes their hands politely. he watches her give very sincere condolences. mocks her under his breath, half heartedly. his eyes are very spooked rabbit on the overpass]

[his phone vibrates. message from kendall says: it’s bitch o’clock in kenny town baby bro 🙏 send your thoughts and prayers 🙏🙏 btw give my condolences to gerri’s family. she was a real one. i know you know.]

[roman types back: LOL]

[goatsandgangsters]

tbh it’s a shame that in the middle of one of their Dumb Sibling Fights, ken or roman never blurted out “oh yeah? well tom swallowed his own load” 

like, [INT. GENERIC OFFICE SPACE] 

shiv: [arguing about gojo]  roman: you know your husband swallowed his own load at his bachelor party right? shiv: fuck you kendall: no, it's true shiv. he—I mean I don't know the specifics, but he did... yeah, he swallowed his own load shiv: what roman: yeah no that was actually tabitha by the way [makes a weird noise with his mouth] you remember tabs. anyway. yeah. they do the ol' snowball with it after she gave him a [gratuitous dick sucking gesture] shiv: .......................okay, well, obviously I knew that because tom and I are adults and we tell each other— roman: —oh buhbubuh you're adults. are you adults, do you tell— shiv: —I don't care that tom swallowed his load, I care that you're fucking the company!

[booksandchainmail]

Pale 9.11

Her spiritual antler having enough to it that the actual antler could float there. Verona’s mask hadn’t stuck, apparently. She wasn’t sure what that was about.

My theory here is that Verona's mask remains broken because it breaking was an emotionally resonant moment. Avery's mask just got damaged in battle, and hasn't impacted Avery's view of how it should look. Verona's mask was shattered in a moment of betrayal and cruelty from someone she should have been able to trust, and had a corresponding impact on her Self.

“You related to Ken?” Avery asked. “He’s my dad, I guess,” Nettie said. “I’m the offshoot. We figured we’d scatter, cover more ground.”

oh neat!

“Well, it’s nice to meet you.  I like the name Nettie,” Avery said.  “Now I’m wondering what the others are called.”

I think there were four total? So some ideas: Kendall, Kendra, Kennedy, Nate, any name that ends in -nette

“Good.  The pin will help you with the prep.  If you’re in a place for a while, it’ll change.  Tells you when you’re attuned to a place, when you can ask the city spirits things.  There are ones smaller and vaguer than me.  Neighborhood spirits, street spirits.  You’ll usually need to do things for them, even picking up litter or something, before they’ll do something for you.”

I like this! Good for the girls' role as protectors of Kennet, and particularly suited for Avery's personality

Nettie nodded, glanced around, then leaned in a bit.  “Nobody’s listening, so I can tell you Verona’s claimed her gift.  She called, another part of me answered.  I’m meant to forget after I’ve told you two.”

something that helps her run or hide within Kennet would be very useful right now

“When things go really wrong my mind kind of shuts off,” Avery said.  “I’ve had thoughts before that it doesn’t work like that for Verona.  I don’t think she’s making dumb moves.”

she's making extreme moves. She is making them very effectively! But entirely possible to get herself in too deep while she's like this

“I think she can be very smart and have almost no common sense when she’s like this.”

High INT low WIS. Honestly that seems to describe Verona most of the time, but it gets amplified when she's like this. In this state she doesn't seem to have much sense of self-preservation or care for the future or side consequences.

“I don’t want her taking some property from Ken and doing a demesne ritual without us there, or anything.”

I mean. That would be one way to keep the furs out of reach. But I don't like the implications of Verona choosing her new home while in this state, or of creating it all alone.

Scary Others, goblins, body snatchers, a heist of some ancient spirit judge’s furs?  That was one thing.  But buzzing a classmate she barely knew for weird reasons, then having to improvise an explanation?  Augh.

big mood

Steph + Reagan + Howie Perry.  It was only visible with her Sight.  She tapped the name.

Reagan! From the Hungry Choir ritual!

“Bonky Donks? Cookies? Whizzbangs?”

are those actual canadian snacks?

“It’s fine,” Avery said.  “Your daughter was really cool to us when things got really hairy, and I’m really grateful for that.  You raised a good daughter.” “Why even tell her if she’s going to forget?” Melissa asked. “Because it’s important,” Avery said.  Maybe if I say it again, “Reagan was cool.”

awww

“You can stay if you want, Melissa, we don’t really have the time to drag you with us, but I’m going to be blunt, on a seriousness scale of clown to terminal cancer, I’d rate this a multiple stab wound,” Lucy said. “What are you even talking about?” Melissa asked.

yeah I'm with Melissa, that explanation does not help

“I’m the Frankenstein’s monster that got put together from the scraps that were left behind. A bit of the backfill that’s smoothing over the holes they left, so the universe can heal and move on. I was a confused jumble of a bunch of people’s memories, at first, and then I put myself together. It was excruciating. Tying knots in two ropes that are being pulled in opposite directions, over and over again. I don’t think I’m very long for this world. When the universe has smoothed it all out, I’ll be the bumpy bit that gets scraped away. Probably.”

Man that sucks. And made worse by how all the component pieces of him were in a place to join the Hungry Choir ritual.

I wonder if there's a way to preserve him? Tie him to something other than just the gaps of those missing kids? Crack theory: make him the new Carmine judge.

“McKay and Bridge have a solid game plan.  Pick a body I want, drive out the occupant, then slip inside.  Depending on the fit, I should be able to hang out for a few decades.”

or that :|

“They were so desperate.  All of them.  It wasn’t just those three.  They bit, they clawed, they screamed, they hurt.  In their last moments they stood on the edge of oblivion.  More of them gave their all than gave up.  That’s the space I’m occupying.  Those are the Frankenstein pieces I’m made up of.  They were barely even human.  They were scared and savage.  They were torn to shreds and I’m the shreds that didn’t get eaten.”

Anyone who made it past even a single night of the Choir had to have come to terms with watching people die. And anyone who participated in one of the last night's of the cycle, like Reagan, knew what their survival would cost and had to decide to keep going.

Now that I think about, we've never got details on the night Brie won. Maybe some the parts she needed from other people were willing, but there's no way she didn't choose to go after people with force to survive. I wonder how much of her not wanting to fight is having to live knowing that seven people died in her place, and now their twisted echoes are bound in her flesh?

“I don’t think you realize what it means, for me to be made up of people who were like these guys were right at the end.  Doing anything to keep going.  Even eating vomit, clawing at a friend’s arm, begging…”

which of course means CK is born from a place that is desperate enough to make those awful choices. No wonder he's contemplating stealing someone else's body to survive.

"We- the idea we were debating was… we’d spread enough raw chaos that the universe wouldn’t be doing any paving over for me. McKay would have more people with their lives in shambles to steal from, and Bridge would maybe be able to pull more Self together. If anything can survive the Abyss and its chaos then it tends to get bigger, tougher and stronger." “That’s a terrible idea, you know, and I don’t know much about the Abyss.”

having read Pact: do not try to get more Abyssal! It's bad!

[brckensocietyarch]

{ closed starter | @xinthesewallsx​ | based on this }

no strings. that had been the agreement, the one he had happily agreed to because they were just fucking. that is what he had told himself. he just wanted sex from her and that was it, who needs feelings? it seemed all the things he had told himself to keep up his whole lone wolf bravado had been moot points when he hd seen her being escorted up the stir at the party. everything had gone red and within moments diesel had found his fist making contact with the face of the guy she’d been with, twice. his hand was almost instantly sore yet he didn’t care. “get the fuck out or i’ll do more than punch you.” the male growled, watching the guy run. was it because of his actions or words or the fact his eyes were glowing in a fiery manner. “what the actual fuck did you think you were doing, kendall?” he spoke out, slamming the door of the room he’d followed the pair into, eyes still aglow as his skin heated in a manner to made his emotion clear, even if he hadn’t intended them to be.

[comfortcomes]

scene from us watching new succession (int. our living room)

kendall to hugo: you’d be my dog. scraps from the table etc

*keely and i give each other meaningful looks*

keely: woof woof!

hugo: arf arf. 

us: *scream*