#I CAN NEVER THINK ABOUT GREGOR EVER AGAIN

[carapacecross]

(guy who has set their discord profile picture to an image of her and has been unthinkingly referring to her in first person for several days and has literally sent in a kinfession signed off as her) oh haha i'm still kinsidering i'm just not completely sure if i'm her y'know

[sapphim]

"Have you ever fought darkspawn before?" the head Warden, Duncan, asks—which Micah supposes must be what passes for small talk among Grey Wardens. He's watching her with those dark eyes of his and the thoughtfully serious look Micah is coming to realize is his typical expression.

"Mmm. A couple. Not supposed to hunt in the tunnels but, you know." She shrugs pointedly. "And sometimes you find a vein of something nice the miners haven't quite cleaned out yet, if you're looking. 'Course, you see eyes looking at you in the dark about yea high—" she gestures with her hand around head high (her head, anyway) "—and that means you run like the ceiling's caving in on your sorry ass, 'cause there's usually more where that came from."

"I've never seen anything crawling around in the Deep Roads that looks even a little bit edible," says another Warden. Ronald? Randall? One of the clean-shaven ones. She has got to get their names down. From where she's standing the humans may as well all be "the very tall guy" and "that other also very tall guy," which isn't even a little bit helpful for keeping them straight.

"Doesn't matter how edible it looks, you're hungry enough," she says. "Vermin, you know? Rats, nugs, deepstalkers..."

"Bet those taste foul."

"I'll eat a deepstalker. I'm not a coward," says another Warden (the extra big one nearly swallowed up by his own bushy beard), like it's a competition. For all she knows, maybe it is.

"You'll eat anything, Gregor." A few wardens chuckle at that. A shared joke she's not privy to.

"When the nobles go out on their expeditions, you know, they'll only be graced by the presence of the great warrior caste. But when it's just the warriors—not the miners, they don't want you to know where the good stuff is hiding—sometimes they'll hire on dusters as extra bodies. The pay's not awful, if you don't mind the maybe not coming home part." Micah kicks at a rock, and it skitters between their feet and out ahead of them. It aches, she thinks. Her face, for sure, as well as every other part of her body—but mostly her heart. She puts that thought away again.

"I tried to hire on one, once. I can swing a pick and shift rocks around or whatever they want done, right? And I'm mean with a knife. But they were real weird about it. Like they thought I was gonna hike up my skirts—skirts which, I don't think I have to tell you, I wasn't wearing, by the way—and proposition them to put a baby in me while we were down there."

She lets out a short, sharp humorless laugh. "Can you imagine? 'Course, I was younger then but, believe me, just as ugly. But they got weird ideas about brands, you know. Some of 'em they look at you and all they see is a cunt."

No smart response to that, she notes. One of the Wardens—the young one, she thinks, bringing up the rear—clears his throat awkwardly, and she can hear him wince as the sound echoes around the tunnel.

"Even after your exceptional showing in the proving?" Duncan asks, and she looks up from her feet to find him watching her with that same steady gaze, unperturbed. "What do you think it was that they saw in you then?"

Micah coughs, reaches up to rub at her nose—still busted all to fuck and hurts like it too—better to rub at the back of her neck instead. "Dunno," she says, looking away. "Been busy with, you know. Haven't had time to think yet." She wonders if he saw the swell of pride she felt when their eyes had met. Exceptional, he'd said—damn right she was.

"You're, uh..." That's young Warden again. "You—yes, you're a very impressive fighter. We were all impressed... obviously. But also you're. Not ugly."

Surprised, she laughs again, a much nicer sounding sound than before. "You're real sweet, kid, but I know what I look like. Well, actually—" She feels the swollen lump of her nose again, more gingerly this time. "I haven't had a chance to check out the new damage yet, but I know I look like I've been kicked in the face repeatedly, 'cause that's exactly what happened."

Micah aims a grin over her shoulder at him, and hopes whatever that does to her busted up face looks more friendly than frightful. The kids—she can't help but think of them as kids, the young Warden and the other new recruit, the elven mage—have been trailing behind at the rear of the group since they left Orzammar. She hasn't seen enough humans and elves to feel confident guessing the age of any of the others but these two don't look like they could possibly be much older than the girls—and thinking about her nieces twists painfully in her chest in a way that makes it hard to breathe and almost impossible to keep walking forward. Away. So she's been taking one step at a time and trying not to think about. Well.

"Nothin' wrong with being ugly, anyway. Some people just are. And I'd hate to be pretty." She runs a hand through her short shorn hair, then down to feel the at this point probably week-old bristle growing on her jaw. Never was fond of dealing with a headful of hair. "Those girls got their own problems to worry about."

"How do you cook a deepstalker, anyway?" asks the Warden from earlier. "They've gotta be nothing but skin and bones. And, you know, the teeth."

"Still hung up on that, Rondall?" chides another.

"I'm just curious."

"Dunno," Micah says. "Rica—my niece—won't let me do the cooking anymore." One foot in front of the other. "So consider that your warning, if you're expecting to get a hot meal outta me."

"We'll find out if you're as bad as Alistair when it's your turn in the rotation, then." ("Hey!" the young one—must be Alistair—interjects at that.)

"Hey, new kid, can you cook?" asks the big bushy one. Greg? Greg something.

Micah glances back at the new kid, his bright eyes wide with alarm at having been abruptly singled out. They glitter like gems in the dark. "Uh," he says. "I've never tried?"

"Oh boy," says one.

"We're really in for it," says another.

"Do you think they just magic it up out of thin air or what?" muses a third.

"Would you all remember that we presently have a job to do?" Duncan reproves, but he sounds amused.

"What job? Tarimel's on point. Hey, Tarimel, any darkspawn up there?"

"No darkspawn," the elven Warden confirms. Not the recruit, mage kid, but the scout with the bow. Easier to keep track of when there's only two of them. Neither all that chatty, either. Unlike the humans.

"See? No darkspawn yet. Job covered."

"That's strange though, yeah? Should have met resistance by now."

"What, this close to Orzammar?"

"Exactly this close to Orzammar. They're always trying to raid it. Isn't that right, Duncan?"

Micah lets the Wardens talk—Duncan saying something about the Legion of the Dead, now—and lags behind to walk with the youngsters.

"—any darkspawn, just stick close with me," the kid (Alasdair?) is saying quietly to the young mage, who nods glumly. He winces in pain with every step, Micah can see now that she's looking, leaning on that staff of his for support.

The young Warden (oh, that's right, it's Alistair) perks up when he notices her approach. "Sorry I called you pretty back there," he says with a cheeky grin, clearly having found his footing. "Won't happen again." Oh, she does like him.

"You know, I don't think that you did call me pretty."

"Oh, I guess I didn't. Well you look like you got trampled by a rabid bronto, so there's that."

"Stone," she groans, "feels like it too."

"I could do something for that," the mage says, "uh, when we rest."

You should look to yourself first, she wants to say. Instead she says, "Uh, thanks, maybe. Like... magic stuff, right?" She's not clear about the magic stuff.

"I was training as a spirit healer, in the Circle," the kid says. "Before..." He trails off.

Yeah. Before.

"Those... aren't new boots you've got there?" she asks, to change the subject. They're thoroughly worn, but he's grimacing with every step.

"Well, they're Tarimel's boots, is the problem," Alistair tells her.

"Got it," she says. "Do mages uh." She's vastly out of her depth here. "Do they... not wear shoes?" She heard something like that once, she thinks. Or was it... elves? Probably not.

"We're not allowed to go anywhere," the kid says, which isn't exactly an answer.

"And now you're in the Deep Roads," Alistair chips in, sardonically. "Yay."

"Yay," the mage sighs, with even less feeling. "I liked Orzammar better."

"Yeah, kid, me too," Micah says quietly.

"Sorry."

She sighs. "Don't be. Not your fault."

"Micaaaaah," Alistair drawls. "Do you keep calling us kid because you don't remember our names?"

Stone, Micah thinks. It was Alistair, right? "I remember one of your names," she says. Probably.

"Ooh, which one? Prove it. Say one of our names right now."

"My name's Rafael," says Rafael.

"Dammit, Raf," says Alistair.

"Thank you, Rafael," Micah says, pointedly polite. "My name's Micah. It's good to meet you." And then, because she is feeling quite a bit more cheerful than she was just a few minutes ago, she adds, "And don't be a shit, Alistair."

[limbuscompanysituations]

Would love to hear how the sinners are when they are hungover?

(Totes not asking because I am nursing my own hangover rn)

~🦭

I hope you have healed from your hangover, raccoon pal!

Faust: she is never hungover, pft. What? You think a genius such as her would ever succumb to something as silly as a hangover? She knows her limits. She is definitely not hungover, she's only a little slower than usual because she's deep in thought about some complicated experiment. And those five aspirins she took in one go are also part of that experiment. Stop asking silly questions.

Yi Sang: He threw up the moment he woke up. He threw up after taking painkillers. He drank a little bit of water and threw up again. Right now his face is greenish pale. Maybe they should take him to a medical office... The others try their best to keep him hydrated so he can heal from that pesky hangover. It still takes him an entire day to go back to normal.

Don Quixote: She never wakes up hungover. She's as loud as ever and it kills the other sinners who are nursing their own headaches. Couple hours after she woke up it finally hits her and she collapses somewhere and sleeps for six hours straight. Then she wakes up as thirsty as a camel.

Ryoshu: She's prone to great violence at the smallest noise. Everybody's walking on eggshells the moment they see she has a hangover. She doesn't smoke for a couple hours and is much quieter than the usual.

Ishmael: She's miserable the whole day, even after her headache has gotten much better. Her upset stomach doesn't let her eat much. She takes it easy.

Heathcliff: He's cursing people left and right, and just like Ryoshu, he's prone to violence at the smallest noises. It's all bark and no bite though, picking up his bat makes his headache worse for some reason. Completely forgets he needs to hydrate so it gets better and ends up spending a whole day hungover.

Meursault: Knows he has to hydrate, takes painkillers and controls what meals he will have through the day. Heals in a matter of a couple hours and is back to being a productive member of society. Everybody is jealous of him.

Hong Lu: He said that you only get hungover if you stop drinking and tried to take a shot of liquor at breakfast. The other sinners stopped him and made him sit down, eat a light meal, take painkillers and keep hydrated. He pouted through it all but resigned himself to his fate. Secretly loving being pampered a little bit, even if everybody is annoyed at him.

Outis: She's so cranky she sounds like an old woman... wait, she is an old woman. Everybody is annoyed at her and wants her to quit yapping, but she will yap at the slightest mistake. The sinners are secretly waiting for Ryoshu to get annoyed at her enough to cut her tongue or something. Nobody wants things to turn to violence, of course, because it's always a bother when it happens. However, for this one case, they will make an exception.

Sinclair: As unexpected as it is, he doesn't really have much trouble with hangovers. An aspirin, a bottle of water and a little peace and quiet and he will be back to his anxious usual self.

Rodion: It takes a lot for her to be hungover. When she finally hits that limit, the next day she will be quieter than usual and will keep asking everybody to talk less. She will also complain about how loud the entire bus is, and even ask Charon to turn the engine off for a second. She will steal the nearest person's aspirins and water and justify it by saying she needs them more.

Gregor: Oh he's so miserable. He leans back on his seat with his eyes shut tight, occasionally groaning when the bus goes through a lump on the road. He's absolutely out of it. Don't even try to make him get into a fight. He's taking double aspirins every hour or so and hasn't touched a cig the whole day. The water bottle is his best friend right now.

[projectmoon-smash-or-pass]

propaganda:

✅️ "some larger roach species actually like to be petted and stroked"

✅️ "Ok look, normally for these smash or pass things I will go purely off of looks for every character (which is why I am voting smash for every sinner and basically every character too)

But Gregor?

I do not want to just smash this man. I want him in almost every single conceivable way a human can desire. I am completely, 100% sure in my masculinity and, were I in the city, I would use some singularity or something to make it so he can get me pregnant. (if he asked for kids, I doubt he would tbh) This man is the first and last time I will ever experience any emotions about a fictional character beyond ‘they are cool and well written’

I genuinely think project moon went into my brain, plucked out my ideas of ‘perfect man’ and wrote him as a character. He changed my opinions on smoking single handedly. Shit I didn’t even think was hot I have discovered I find incredibly attractive solely because of him. I have all of his ID’s and EGO’s maxed (without spending a penny because I’m still relatively sane) and have solo’d every single boss level that you can physically solo with zwei Gregor.

I could say a lot more, but I don’t want to bury everyone else’s words, so I’ll just do the bare essentials"

✅️ "BIG. MEATY. CLAWS."

✅️ "I AM GOING TO GET HIM GREGNANT"

✅️ "i am in a constant state of considering the logistics of a threesome with heathcliff and gregor. unconventional duo, i know, but i just know they'd treat a partner right. heathcliff's probably got a bit of a rough streak, and gregor would have dirty talk down to a science, and the aftercare would be heavenly. all-around wonderful time for everyone involved. please tell me someone else understands my vision."

✅️ "reading clockroach ceo's g. corp!gregor/dante fic has rewritten my brain chemistry and i can never be normal abt either of them again. smash plsssssss"

✅ "i love bugs. i want the bugs to love me back"

[allwormdiet]

Interlude 7

Hi Miss Militia, sorry your superpower is just being a living weapon

No dancing around on this one, huh, just straight into the meat of it

Is Kovan our first dead kid/teen in this story? I feel like the child violence is steadily increasing over time. Vista, the ABB conscripts, Dinah, now this.

Also this shit is brutal

Fuck.

Sometimes you just have that sudden, instinctual understanding that something bad is nearby. Not usually something so devastating as a pit trap or landmine, but just that moment of the hindbrain screaming at you that something's not right.

Hey fucker, you sure showed up early, huh

So. Fucked up geometric crystalline entity that exists in multiple overlapping states or realities at once. Piece of it comes off and impacts her, bada bing bada boom she has powers and, conveniently, no recollection of the vision.

Ladies, gentlemen, and those of you who know better, cosmic horror has entered the chat, and it's giving out free goodies to unsuspecting participants

Crystal Superpower Cthulhu legitimately looked at this child and was like "oh I know how to turn the circumstances of your trauma into a superpower! I'm just going to give you Gun."

This feels a lot more on the nose than it's been for everyone else so far, but what do I know

Yeah here we go

"Good news, you never have to sleep again. Bad news, your brain will be on at all times and when you try to shut it off you will remember the worst day of your life in fucking IMAX quality"

Also feels very appropriately sinister that nobody can remember Crystal Superpower Cthulhu except in dreams of their trigger event, if you can even call it a dream.

Wow! Even more reason to doubt the Wards program, huh? They just dropped this kid into that life without her say-so and that cooked her for however long it took to graduate, at which point she obviously became a lifelong member.

Miss Militia is fully in it, huh? That's the kind of indoctrination you straight up can't pry yourself out of unless you have a damn good reason to suspect that's what's up, and it sounds like she never got that reason.

Yeah of course she's a dutiful little daughter and student and soldier. What else has she got? Not even the other kids from her hometown. Fuck me. Isolate and steep in the propaganda.

Oh no. Oh no she believes the American Dream exists. Oh Hana I'm so sorry, they just made that up to sell houses in the suburbs.

...Fuck, that's just it, isn't it. Hana was a victim of the grinding machinery of empire, and that was the pressure cooker situation that made her trigger. And now she's a component of a different, larger empire, grinding more of its targets into the same fuel that she almost became, but she doesn't even see it.

She didn't have a chance.

Speaking of chances. Hana, do you want to live in a world where God favors Kaiser as much as he favors you? Like that's just the problem of evil times a hundred.

Oh hey you two

Colin you have got to be careful what you wish for, man, you live in a world where superpowers are built off of fucking monkey's paw logic

Pity.

Haha uh oh

This is the first time we've heard Case 53 used, yeah? Same as Newter and Gregor? Hmm.

Now this is kind of an interesting conversation, having to figure out what the hell to do about what junior members you can or else have to give away

Okay so they know Shadow Stalker is trouble

...How much do they know beyond that, and how have they been dealing with her? Because I don't think it's working, and at least one person is just straight up not doing their job

I'd love to feel sorry for Armsmaster in this moment, but my dude is in desperate need of some fucking humility, and honestly I'm not sure he was ever meant to be in a leadership position. He just doesn't have the temperament for it.

So, first off, insane that the Endbringers are keyed in enough to human civilization to know what hurts most for them to target

Second off: Coil you stupid fucker your gun jumping on the Empire accelerated the entire city into apocalypse! Arrogant bastard wants to run Brockton Bay so bad that he just tripped and dropped his little city diorama all into a trash can full of rotting fish. Fucking jackass.

The Endbringers can bring media response into consideration for their attacks?? What the fuck kind of operation are these kaiju running?

Oh god fucking dammit.

Armsmaster is going to try and get his glory by killing an Endbringer.

Current Thoughts

Somebody needs to tell these people the genre of story that they're in for real. This isn't gritty sci-fi, this isn't something about the power of faith, this is about an alien intelligence using Earth and humanity for purposes that are, at best, utterly ambivalent to the ongoing existence of either of those things.

Also I feel a lot worse for Miss Militia but it seems like she hasn't reflected on like, any of her baggage beyond the most surface level stuff of "boy I'm sure fucking glad I'm not in that village anymore"

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hiii , I just come with a last idea for this event , I was listening to "I want to live" , Astarion's song from Baldur's Gate 3 and I thought about "There's more to do, if we can only live. The clock won't stop and this is what we get." , like it would maybe be a good prompt ... for Rebels!Gregor x reader , please 😊

Thank you for this wonderful event 💚

@griffedeloup Thank you for your request, and it was such a good prompt to end this event.

I want to say thank you to everyone who read, reblogged, and submitted a request. Thank you for making this event successful. Love oo

Let Me Count The Ways

Warnings: Fluff, flirting, cuteness, kissing, discussion of cute butt, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.

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Gregor opened his eyes as he looked at the ceiling, reminding himself he was on a transport ship. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes, it had been way too long since he slept in one of these types of bunks. He shifted to move but stopped when he felt your arm gripping his waist. 

He chuckled lightly, even in a tiny bed such as this you didn’t want him moving away from you. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, “Cyare…” he whispered.

There was a slight smile as you hummed in your sleep.

“Cyare…”

You hummed again in annoyance.

He pressed another kiss to the top of your head, “I need you to wake up, love. Need to use the bathroom.”

“Ugh… fine…” you shifted away from him, “meanie.”

“Hey, blame my bladder. It’s what happens when you’re old.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, “I mean that you’re stealing my heater away.”

He laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Better a cold bed than a wet one.” He laughed getting up and heading to the fresher.

As you watched him leave, you couldn’t help smiling as you saw his cute butt disappear into the fresher, you decided to get up as well. You grabbed your flight suit and waited for him to finish in the refresher so you could shower. There were many things about Gregor that made you love him, but what probably made you love him most was the fact he never stopped trying to do more. Even when he had amnesia and was stuck on the god awful planet, as soon as he regained his memories he didn’t hesitate to do more. 

“What’s got you so pensive?” Gregor chuckled as he sat down beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist, and pulling you into his side.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Just thinking about how much I love you. And the reasons I love you.”

“Oh, really? Well tell me, what are the reasons you love me? I’m all excited to hear.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

“Well let’s see. There’s the way you smile.”

“Oh so my smile makes your little heart beat faster.”

“Shut up.” You chuckled, “There’s also the way you look at me.”

He let out a chuckle that implied more than he said, “How do I look at you?”

“As though I’m the only one you see.”

“You are the only one I see. No one else is even remotely close to your beauty, your sense of humour or even your kindness. No one else makes me half as happy as you make me.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and lips, “See, that’s another reason I love you. But what I admire most of all, is the fact you never give up. You don’t back down. Ever. You always try and do the best you can regardless of the odds or what you’re facing.”

Gregor pressed his forehead against yours, gently cupping your cheek, “I didn’t think it was possible but I do believe I love you more.”

You giggled as you leaned into his touch.

“You my dear, give me too much credit though,” he clarified, “I’ve only done what I needed to do. After all, there's more to do, if we can only live. Regardless of what we may want, the clock won't stop and this is what we get. One life to live, one life to make the most of. And I’m glad I did, because if I hadn’t given it my all, I wouldn’t be here with you today.”

He moved his head back and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “You, my love, are the best gift this galaxy has ever given me, and I’ll always be grateful for having you by my side. Always.”

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[a-dinosaur-a-day]

I know this is a dinosaur themed blog, but what do you get up to when you're not thinking about dinosaurs? Any hobbies? Favorite books or games?

Thank you for asking!

so a truly alarming part of my life is dinosaur themed. it's not just my job - I have pet birds (which is a Whole Thing, the Pet Bird community is huge), tons of dinosaur toys and games, and I just have a Special Interest ya know

but! I do have many other interests

I'm extremely interested in Judaism, and my Jewish life is the second biggest part of my life after dinosaurs/prehistory/birds. I practice rooooughly trad-egal (masorti), and I do lots of Torah study every Shabbat with my spouse. I am, however, bad at not using the internet on Shabbat, which is something I wish I could commit to.

I am a lifelong anarchocommunist (parents were socialist-democrats and most kids go more left than their parents, not much more left I could go) and politics and social justice have always been important to me. From a very young age I took on equality and justice as things I believed in and I never stopped fighting for them. and this is more than just me being multi-queer and multi-disabled. So a lot of my life is fighting for "tikkun olam"

I love music, I'm a very musical person. Specifically I enjoy punk and alternative, though Jewish music is awesome and there's a lot of obscure rap hip hop and electronica I enjoy. Google told me my music taste is "deep cuts" and I am proud of that, honestly. I can play lots of instruments and I was in choir for most of my childhood! I'm a decent singer, I'm just shy about it. The spouse and I enjoy playing Rock Band as well!

I used to be a much more voracious reader than I am, mainly because being in academia is a one way ticket to not reading for pleasure anymore. That said, my favorite book is probably still "Ishmael / My Ishmael" by Daniel Quinn. I also enjoy the works of Suzanne Collins (hunger games, gregor the overlander), the Green Brothers (sue me, Looking for Alaska was very important for Teen!Meig), and Shakespeare (yeah, I read Shakespeare for fun. What can you do.)

I loooooooooooove computer games. Love. Ever since I was little. I played tons of point and click games, especially educational ones, as a kid. I love tycoon games, most of all zoo tycoon, and jurassic park operation genesis was one of my favorite games as a kid. I play a ton of them now and my Steam account is overloaded. I often use mods and stuff for accessibility, but I enjoy many different games

I also love playing board games! My spouse Max and I have an extensive collection of board games including all of Wingspan, Holotype, and this cool game we found about the Permian period called Pangaea. We have many others, too, of course! We've just been playing Wingspan and Holotype a lot lately

I enjoy crochet, but I only learned it last summer. I also enjoy origami, though I haven't touched it in a while. I like swimming and hiking when I'm able to, disability kind of gets in the way sometimes. I also enjoy riding my bike, though see the former again. I am quite good at baking, but lately I haven't been doing it as much :/

I love my friends. I am extremely loyal to them and center them in my life. My spouse is included in this, but also my best friend from childhood Taryn, my best friend from college Carmen, and all of my wonderful dinosaur-community friends who are too many to list.

so yeah! I'd say the biggest things are Judaism, Music, and Computer Games, but I have tons of interests and lots of fantastic friends and loved ones, so my life does have a lot going on outside of dinosaurs and birds ^_^

[championofnyx]

Olympics in Young Justice... It Escalated

I got bored while watching and started designing uniforms for the made-up countries in the YJ universe along with headcannons on their performance. And of course I started with Vlatavia and Markovia because I'm predictable and they are my personality right now.

Markovia

Warm greens with gold accents

When countries are met with crisis folkish-traditional trends start popping up in different sectors of life, including fashion. I like to think that during the political instability traditional embroidery has seen a resurgence, and that was picked up by the uniform designers with the faux-embroidery motifs

I do think that there was controversy surrounding the Markovian team leading up to the Olympics with people demanding that they were tested for active genes and making conspiracy theories about sneaking metas into the competitions but they still showed up

I have a feeling that historically they have shown up with a "we're just happy to be here" attitude, proceeded to get their asses handed to them, but still were cool about it

Not this year though, oh man, this year it's personal cause now other athletes are questioning their integrity due to the actions of their government, and no matter what the individual athletes' thoughts on that whole mess, they've got something to prove this year

And like, they kind of do?? I feel like they would get gold in some teams even but not really any in individuals and are lucky to manage a bronze but it's better than they ever have done and Markovia made that one gold their whole entire national personality for a couple of decades

I also feel like Tara and Gregor get super into watching the games but are kind of awkward about it given their recent exiles. They still watch all the events they can but stay in their rooms on computers to do it so the other Hub residents will just wake up to excited screaming at the early hours in the morning (time difference), knowing it is coming from the Markov's room, go in to check on them only to find the siblings faking asleep like kids that got caught up too late past their bedtimes.

Vlatavia

Cool Greens with silver and grey accents

The show doesn't tell a lot about Vlatavian culture but from the few pictures we've seen of the country it's been a dark academic wet dream so I figured any opening ceremony outfit that would be accepted by that aesthetic community would fit

Rationally I understand that heads of state don't really concern themselves personally with making the Olympic outfits but I feel like Perdita sent a single, short memo to Vlatavia's planning committee and was like "Give them arrow motifs now, don't ask why" and the poor intern that stumbled upon the email was not gonna question it

They do average in the games again, I feel like they are more winter Olympic powerhouses than summer but they show up and have a good attitude about it

Though they rock pistol shooting. Just have a shit ton of people who are concerning good at handling guns

Perdita is definitely one of the heads of state that sends a delegation to the games and stays the whole time. And since she's younger and most of the athletes are in their twenties I feel like she takes the two weeks to just like, hang out??? There's a video somewhere of her after the closing ceremony doing shots with the Vlatavian soccer team at the Olympic Village that she will use extortion to make sure the press never gets their hands on

I have a feeling that Vlatavia and Markovia had traditionally lived next to each other in the Olympic Village cause they get along, with similar cultures and limited political discourse that could start something, and so they get put together this year, and nothing changes. All of the returning athletes know each other and just hang out. So people have made YJTikTok edits with that one popular audio that goes "*inaudible screaming and chaos* Tone shift, grateful I'm grateful all the time" But it's just a video of the two countries's ambassadors screaming at each other over the refugee crisis-cut to the athletes practically sitting in each others laps at the cafeteria laughing and joking around. Very much giving siblings that are chill with each other while parents are going through a divorce in the room over vibes.

This was fun I think I'm gonna make more I just need to find more fake counties.

[coffeeandbatboys]

Sundown

Pairing: Captain Gregor x Reader

Author notes: so let’s pretend that this is TBB era Gregor who has a house with his cyare somewhere but still works with Rex, hm? 😂

Warnings: near fight, Gregor makes reader feel like crap and then feels really bad. Poor baby can’t stay mad for long. He’s stressed. But he makes up for it.

Never let the sun go down on your anger.

Isn’t that what everyone says?

“Mesh’la did you by any chance get the waste out this morning?” Gregor asks from the kitchen. The realization hits you like a nice big slap in the face.

“Kriff! No I didn’t.” You say, mentally kicking yourself.

You hear a frustrated groan and feel terrible. The waste company had to have come hours ago when you were both out of the house.

“I’m sorry,” you say guiltily, already making your way towards him.

“I reminded you yesterday,” He sighs, and you can practically feel the stress and disappointment radiating from it. You know that he’s been having tougher missions with Rex and losing brothers never gets easier. Your mishap has probably only made it worse, you think.

You want to help him but he’s already headed for the door, back rigid as he grabs his jacket.

When the door shuts, you’re left alone with your guilt.

Hours later, you hear the front door open and close, gentle footfalls leading your way. When Gregor finally reaches the bedroom where you’ve planted yourself with a box of tissues and tear stained cheeks, his guilty expression changes into panic.

“Oh Mesh’la….kriff. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry!” He rambles, darting to your side and taking your hands, apologizing over and over as he kisses your knuckles.

You sniffle and he wraps you in a hug, chin hooking over your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Mesh’la.” He says again, kissing along your shoulder.

“I’m the one that messed up,” You croak. “Why are you apologizing?”

He shakes his head and places a soft kiss to your neck.

“It was just an accident. I’m sorry I got mad about it.”

Your sniffles subside and he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours.

“Rex needs me.” He says, sadness lacing his tone. “I have to leave in the morning.”

Your heart sinks. You thought he’d be here longer this time, but plans always change.

A sound akin to a cry comes from your throat and you hug him back. His mouth find yours and then he’s kissing you fervently.

“I love you.” He murmurs, lips trailing to your cheek.

You lean into his touch. “I love you too. I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head slightly, a kiss placed to the top of your shoulder. “Are we okay?”

“Yeah.” You whisper.

He smiles softly against your skin. He lets go a hoarse giggle—and oh are they ever music to your ears.

“Then let me make it up to you cyar’ika.”

[mouseinamushroomhouse]

Here's the thing: I don't quite read Gregor and Laisa's marriage as a marriage for love.

Hear me out:

First, Gregor's personality up through Memory doesn't really lend itself to the "love at first sight" trope. Up to the point Gregor sees Laisa, he's characterized as gay quiet, extremely repressed, and, in the later books especially, very compelling when he decides to play up the Emperor persona. Extremely devoted to Barrayar, but also aware of its flaws and historical complexities, and determined to make it better. Not one for making rash decisions about who to put into power in the Imperium - he's too aware of how badly that can be abused.

Basically two points: determined to enact change in the Imperium, and repressed/overthinking as all hell. Neither of those things, to me, lead to a Gregor who sees a woman on a dance floor and immediately falls for her.

Also, I have a hard time believing Gregor never saw a curvy woman in his life before 35. Wouldn't he / Alys have had that particular revelation sooner?

When you assume that Gregor's "love at first sight" story is some form of dissembling, I at least think it makes their entire relationship in Memory way more compelling. Because if Gregor didn't meet a nice curvy woman and fall in love at the sight of her, it means he met Dr. Toscane, a whip-smart, well-connected Komarran political radical and realized she could make changes in his government that he couldn't.

Gregor meets Laisa - Laisa, who came on Galeni's arm and isn't thinking about romance, starts discussing trades and Komarran business with Gregor because she certainly isn't going to waste having the Emperor's ear for a night - Gregor immediately respects her for the combination of intelligence / not angling to be empress or gain power - Gregor starts planning how Laisa, or someone like her, could change the Imperium for the better. I don't know, I find that a much more interesting choice for him. Also he's a self-sacrificial bastard and I truly don't think he's seen marriage for love as in the cards for him since Vor Game era.

So basically, a few days later Gregor invites Laisa to the palace, and Laisa is obviously flattered (I mean, it's the Emperor), but Gregor doesn't seem to have any interest in pursuing her. Instead, he spends the entire afternoon quizzing her on how she would enact change in Barrayaran/Komarran relations and the changes she wants to see in the Imperium. And then he essentially offers her - this, again, incredibly smart woman who knows how to manipulate social networks to get what she wants - the power to make that change and springs the idea of marriage on her.

Essentially, my headcanon is that Gregor and Laisa's entire public whirlwind courtship that Miles and Alys observe was something the two of them cooked up together that first afternoon - knowing that everyone in Gregor's government, Alys most of all, would be so happy Gregor was showing an interest in anyone that they wouldn't look too hard. And wouldn't consider how powerful of a Komarran advocate Gregor was installing in the palace.

(Also, I'm not saying that Miles being back on Barrayar was a contributing factor in this, but I'm not not saying it either. Because a Miles on Barrayar as third in line to the throne is probably in a lot more danger of being hate-crimed by traditionalist Vor than a Miles off with the Dendarii, so if Gregor wanted Miles involved with his government longterm, he'd have to solidify the succession, wouldn't he?)

So yeah. Laisa and Gregor - friends, intense mutual respect and sense of duty, several children, but actually romantic? Eh. I'm picturing the Barrayaran media swooning over their romance - meanwhile, cut to Laisa and Gregor sitting on the floor in their newborns' nursery with like 16 spreadsheets open across 6 screens plotting how to improve representation in the Council of Counts.

(I don't know whether Miles ever caught on to Gregor and Laisa's dynamic. Ekaterin, on the other hand, figured it out the first time she met Empress Laisa.)

[bananacorn-limeade]

1961's The WORLD of ICE and FIRE

I'm going to do it. I'm going to self-indulge!

The Roger Corman ASOIAF production post is mostly just a novelty, but since I'm me, I have a lot of FEELINGS and OPINIONS about this cast. Naturally.

Anyway. Here's how well I think the actors in my post would play their roles, from worst to best.

#19, Worst: John Ashley as Robb Stark

You know how Ben Affleck has a face that knows about emails? John Ashley has a face that knows about sock hops. Woefully miscast.

#18: Tor Johnson as Gregor Clegane

God love the big guy, but I've only ever seen him make this face. Also, despite his repertoire of roles suggesting otherwise on paper, he just doesn't seem like a mean guy.

#17: John Agar as Jaime Lannister

Another terrible choice. The only reason he's not ranked as worst is because his soulless performance would make viewers interpret Jaime as an absolutely irredeemable sociopath, which at least would be... uh, interesting, I guess.

#16 Robert Reed as Renly Baratheon

Renly, but only if he was the most boring Baratheon. Go ahead, try to picture Reed eating a peach. You can't.

#15 Dawn Bender as Arya Stark

Aw, she'd try. But I feel like her attempts at Arya's fire would mostly come off as petulance.

#14 Richard Carlson as Ned Stark

Sorry, what? I fell asleep for a minute there.

#13 June Kenney as Daenerys Targaryen

Kenney would try her level best, but you know Corman would do a terrible job incorporating her storyline with the main plot, so she wouldn't have much to do except lounge around on mildly offensive orientalist sets and talk to her force-perspective dragon puppets. (Stop-motion you say? What, you think American International is made of money?)

#12 Dolores Faith as Sansa Stark

Again, no knock to Faith, but as with Daenerys, I think a 1961 production would flatten Sansa's character away to nothing. She'd get to pine and wear some nice dresses.

#11 Anthony Dexter as Petyr Baelish

This guy can play oily like nobody's business (check him out in 1962's Married Too Young), but 5D-chess-level deviousness might be beyond him.

#10 Michael Dunn as Tyrion Lannister

Full disclosure: I'm plopping him in the middle because I've never seen him in anything! The only little person I've personally seen in Corman's movies is Billy Barty (playing an actual, literal imp), and Dunn was someone I found who was said to play much meatier roles. In general, I think the depth of Tyrion's character would seriously challenge 1960s casting directors who were used to casting little people in jokey roles or as something less than human. One of many problems they'd have with the source material, no doubt.

#9 Lon Cheney Jr. as Sandor Clegane

Here's another actor who would do the best with what he was given - which would be an essentially empty role. This Sandor would be a beast used only for jump scares, with too much rubber over his face to ever show an emotion.

#8 Glen Langan as Stannis Baratheon

Langan would be serious, but dull, with lots of droning sermonizing. In other words, perfect. Still boring though.

#7 Basil Rathbone as Tywin Lannister

Who better to play a role totally owned by Charles Dance than an actor who's even Charles Dancier? The only reason I'm not ranking this legend higher is because I do think he'd kind of sleepwalk through this role, especially at this stage in his career.

#6 Raymond Burr as Robert Baratheon

The future Mr. Perry Mason was damn good at playing hard-drinking, prowly, "beastly" men. See him in this fabulous trailer for 1951's Bride of the Gorilla (spoiler: Burr is the gorilla). Of course, for this production, he'd be about 10 years on from that virile role, but that's perfectly on brand for Bobby B.

#5 Michael Landon as Jon Snow

Landon's tortured James Dean era would be a great fit for angsty goth teen Jon, though he might have trouble keeping his feelings as hidden as Jon does.

#4 Allison Hayes as Melisandre

Should she be ranked this high? Eh, maybe not, but this woman is a goddamn B-movie bombshell goddess. Her Red Woman would be a little less mysterious, sure, but her perfectly arched eyebrows and bullet bra would do R'hllor proud all the same.

#3 Marie Windsor as Catelyn Stark

They didn't call her Queen of the B's for nothing. Windsor always did great with roles that call for strength and verve. She'd be a fantastic Cat, and - dare I dream it - an even better Lady Stoneheart.

#2 Jack Nicholson as Theon Greyjoy

Now this would be fun. If baby Jack Nicholson had half the presence and charisma he would show in later movies, his Theon would be legendary.

#1 Coleen Gray as Cersei Lannister

If I can get Tumblr to understand one thing, it's how much Coleen Gray would absolutely eat in the role of Cersei. She's beautiful. She's a schemer. She's a helpless victim. She's back for revenge. I challenge anyone to watch her insane, murderous, fierce, gorgeous, duplicitous performance in 1960's otherwise pretty terrible The Leech Woman and not come to the same conclusion. I'm serious. There would be no survivors. 👑

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

Clone X Theory- Who is he?

Major spoilers for "Infiltration" and "Extraction"

Who is Clone X? This is a question we have all been wondering since he first showed up in the trailer. There's so many of them so it's possible we're seeing multiple ones. But what about the one we saw in today's episodes? The one we focused on as he infiltrated Rex's base? Based on his dialogue and how he kept surviving, I feel he's definitely not some random assassin. One thing I'd like to also point out is that he's an exceptional sharpshooter, as are the other clone assassins. It's possible they got enhancements the way Crosshair did, but it's just a thought.

There are two contenders for the identity of this man: Cody and Tech.

Clone X and the other clone assassin both knew Crosshair, with the latter mocking him about the program. Clone X later fights Crosshair one-on-one. He tells Crosshair that he had his chance and that he chose the wrong side. The emotional weight this would have if we learn it is Tech or Cody. Crosshair had a connection to this person and to see them brainwashed is heartbreaking. And the fact that this person felt that Crosshair abandoned them... this is heartbreaking to think about.

Cody: last we heard of Cody, he went AWOL. At least, that's what Rampart told us and we all know how trustworthy he is. Could it be that Rampart found out about Cody's refusal to kill the senator and had him sent to Tantiss? The answer is probably yes. We also haven't heard from Cody since "The Solitary Clone." No one has mentioned his location at all.

Cody also has a past with Crosshair as seen in both CW and TBB. At the end of "The Solitary Clone," he tells Crosshair that they aren't droids and can make their own decisions. The irony of those being Cody's last words before being turned into an assassin... truly horrifying. We also don't have a fitting end to Cody's story so this could be a possibility.

Tech: the Tech Debate has been going on ever since "Plan 99." There are so many theories for and against his death. For starters, SW does have a bad habit of seemingly killing off characters and then reviving them two episodes/shows later. Gregor and Maul are prime examples of this. Tech staying dead would show that SW does commit to real consequences and keep the emotional weight of his sacrifice.

But, they never talk about him, at least on screen. If Tech were truly gone, I think we would've seen the Batch grieve more, especially Crosshair. Look at Rebels for two seconds. Kanan gets killed and then the following episode is about the Ghost crew mourning his death. We get time to process and come to terms with his sacrifice. Tech doesn't get that. This makes his story feel unresolved. Why would they intentionally keep important conversations regarding a main character out unless they weren't done with him?

There are also smaller details like Clone X limping away. Now, this could be simply due to the fact he got a bunch of rocks thrown on him, but Tech also broke his leg once upon a time in season 2. This is just a stretch though. The voice is also modulated meaning he could be Tech or Cody.

And again there's the fight between Clone X and Crosshair. The writers intentionally paired these two together. Crosshair is a failed attempt at Hemlock's program, but Clone X isn't. Wouldn't it be so heartbreaking if it was Tech and Crosshair was unknowingly fighting his fallen brother? Clone X is very Winter Soldier-coded and having him be someone we and the Batch know personally would only add to it.

Alright guys, that's all I have for now. I have a feeling episode "The Harbinger" will be about Clone X. But who do you think it is? Tech? Cody? A random guy?

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

S2 Ep14 of TBB Thoughts!!

oh frick, oh darn, oh heck

HOWZER HOWZER HOWZER HOWZER HOWZER HOWZER HOWZER HOWZER

I need to stop eating breakfast while I watch these eps, eventually im gonna gasp so hard I'll choke on some food (this is based on me almost choking on my food when HOWZER showed up)

So I knew Echo'd be in this one, but I was actually also a 100% Rex would be there too, so I was a little bummed about that? like why would they release Rex's poster now if he isn't gonna be in the ep? and like ik this is a show about the batch, so they wanna show off Echo and I love that for him bc I love Echo but like,,, Rex🥺 yanno?

that being said, Echo and his team infiltrating that ship, fcking GREGOR?? amazing, loving that shit, eating it up

another suicide? this is getting intense. like this season has given us deeply seeded political issues about clone rights, depictions of blood, brainwashing and two suicides?? like??? things are heating up, the writers are getting more real and I actually kinda,,, love that even though its intense

CROSS MY BOY🥺🥺🥺🥺

clone sipping coffee :)

ye :)

me @ howzer:

he knows someone, eh? THAT'LL BE MY MANS TECH :DDDD

ofc he snatched the gun, you rlly coulda seen that one coming dipstick

it struck me as really odd that Crosshair didn't shoot the female doctor. like the rest of the batch and most of the clones use stun guns ALL THE TIME whereas Crosshair has always shot to kill. again, "severe and unyielding", meaning he takes intense action, committing all the way all the while being so stubborn he hardly ever backs down. honestly, him sparing her is some serious character development. he recognised she was being kind to him and he decided that that was enough reason not to hurt her. either that, or he wanted to abuse her kindness later on

he never wanted to get out, he just wanted to warn his brothers, which is AGAIN SO DIFFERENT from the Cross we've gotten to know in these last two seasons. I actually don't think that's growth anymore. that's Crosshair standing by a choice that he knew was bad for far too long (SEVERE. AND. UNYIELDING.) and now finally admitting he was wrong and going back to what he always wanted and always knew to be right.

ALSO I JUST WITNESSED CROSSHAIR MISS A SHOT TWICE LIKE WTH??? THAT'S NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE

partially rebuilt Pabu :)))

Hunter being questioned abt being more than just a soldier lol

like sir, the answer is "I am dad, actually."

TECH AND OMEGA FLYING TOGETHER

CACKLING

HE ADJUSTED HIS GOGGLES TWICE IN LIKE 3 MINUTES

HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS FEARING FOR HIS LIVE I AM DYING WITH LAUGHTER FCK

"Up. Up! Up, Omega, pull up!" <- im sorry but Tech's always been just,,, so cool in stressful situations, like almost dying, no biggie. falling out of the sky in a storage box and having a heavy object crush your leg, naaahh we got this. fcking staring a Zillo Beast dead in the eye as it growls at you, easy as pie. omega's flying? panic

"The Tech-Turn? really?" "Now that is not what it is called, but I rather like it. I suggest you proceed before I come to my sen-- AAAAAHHHH."

D Y I N G

did Echo only race Omega to torture Tech? yes, why do you ask?

okay listen I love him, but without his kama Echo looks half naked

TECH FCKING STUMBLING OUT THE SHIP I CAN'T

HUGGIES!!!! ECHO AND OMEGA HUGGIES!! :DDDDD

hmmm the summit huh??? interesting

Tech sounded so worried when he called Hunter over??? waaaaaahhh

Hemlock? more like Hemcock (yes I've been waiting a while to make that joke leave me alone)

YES CROSS IS WARNING YOU. NO HUNTER YOU CAN TRUST HIM GO AFTER HIM GO FIND YOUR BROTHER HE NEEDS YOUR HELP GODDAMN WAAAAAAAAAAAHGGH

Crosshair being offered his freedom and just stubbornly staring back? Severe and unyielding hero edition. I love him, Hunter go get him pls he needs you.

help why did this one feel so short

[afterthegreatunknown]

it's like you and me are lovers

Rating: Mature

Important Notes On Rating: Past Rape/Non-Con, Racism, Period Typical Racism (1980s Period Because I Headcanon So), Racial Slurs

Additional Notes: Pre-Canon (Pre-ASOUE), Post-Canon (Post-ATWQ, Post-ASOUE), Swearing, Fantasizing, Violence, Drunkenness, Breakfast, Bonding, Guilt, Self-Blaming, Hurt/Comfort, Headcanons Gone Out of Control

[AO3 Chapter Three link is here.]

(man, you've been a naughty boy you let your face grow long)

If there’s one word that can best describe Widdershins, Hector thinks it’s enigma. Widdershins is a (now former) submarine captain wrap in an enigma wrap in a mustache resembling a pair of parentheses. Even when Widdershins was introduced back when Hector and associates were children, nothing was known about Widdershins. Well, other than that ‘V’ is the first letter of his name, but that’s more of a freebie.

As the years continue on, the mysteries surrounding Widdershins grew. Widdershins having the eye tattoo on his left ankle after it was discontinued is one. Widdershins and his sudden decision to put his apprenticeship on hiatus is another. There are so many things that Widdershins keeps secret, much of it being about himself.

Widdershins and his initial refusal to share a bed was another mystery that’s now solve. But another one took its place almost instantaneously. Holding down Widdershins, sensing the uneasiness of the other man—something that Widdershins never is—

Hector has the strangest feeling he had seen such uneasiness before.

Hector turns his eyes from the pool before him, and stares at the cigarette in between his index and middle finger. It’s the fifth cigarette he lit in the last half-hour. The cigarette is still giving out smoke, still releasing its awful smell into the air.

Gregor once told him that cigarettes are great way to relieve stress, before going into a hypocritical lecture how they can also kill you. But Hector feels more stress than ever. Then again, Hector never does use the cigarette as it was intended for.

“I should stop doing this before it becomes a habit,” mutters Hector, dropping the cigarette onto the concrete ground, and stomps on it.

Hector finds himself slowly walking up the stairs to the second floor of the motel. Having already checked on the Quagmires and Widdershins’ stepchildren before his unorthodox smoke break (all well and ready for bed), Hector went back to the suite he and Widdershins are sharing. Hector places the key inside the lock, turns it, and pulls it out. Right hand now on the doorknob, he turns it. He doesn’t push open the door though. He thinks back to what Widdershins said.

Widdershins was right to say it.

When the Anwhistle Aquatic Fire happened, Hector was living the Village of Fowl Devotee, now a memory to the organization. Hector thought he wouldn’t see anyone again. As such, Hector never thought of confronting those involve, even marginally. Not Jacques, whose final moments pleading his innocence has Hector knowing he will never be forgiven when the truth comes out. Not Kit, whose last moments out in the ocean before disappearing had Hector wishing her the best of luck to survive out on the stormy waters and where ever the waters led her.

And that itself, is a lie. Hector imagined if he ever met Widdershins again, Hector needed to let the submarine captain feel dread. Hector needed to let the man feel powerless. Hector needed Widdershins to remember that the skittish, quiet person is capable of more, much more.

Hector imagined slamming Widdershins into a brick wall several times over. Hector imagined throwing Widdershins onto a concrete floor, kicking his stomach until he begs for it to stop. Hector imagined smashing Widdershins’ stupid face and stupid mustache until it’s completely cover in blood, dripping from the nose and mouth. Hector imagined giving Widdershins bruises of dark blues and purples alongside broken bones, and watch the older man cry without guilt.

Hector could do it. He has a trait that completes the Anwhistle set after all.

Imagination isn’t the same as reality though. The reality had them, the Quagmires, Fernald, and Fiona getting literally swallowed by a beast of legends, and everyone figurately swallowing their dislike to escaping together, and now sticking together to go back westward.

Reality had Hector acting different, until now that is. Widdershins’ constant refusal to sleep in a bed broke the camel’s back. Granted, how it started wasn’t what Hector imagined. It’s something from a cheap adult video with a cheesy parallel title to an already existing work.

Hector hates he pulled an unnecessary, borderline perverted move. The worst part? He can’t blame anyone for influencing his subconscious. Years ago, back when Gregor was alive, he finally admitted the truth of his crush on Widdershins after one too many drinks. And Gregor’s words bleed into Hector’s subconscious in the form of a dream.

The dream scarily enough, was similar to Hector’s current circumstances. Hector was stuck traveling with Widdershins, the two bickering in their trip to whatever (Hector forgotten this part of the dream). Night came, so of course they had to stay at a motel. Due to a mix-up, they got a room with only one bed. Another argument broke out; Hector wanted to share the bed while Widdershins wanted to sleep in the whirlpool bathtub, and kept on pushing it.

The argument ended with Hector pushing Widdershins on the bed, straddling him. Seconds later, Hector then pressed his lips onto Widdershins. And Widdershins didn’t fight back. The details afterwards got hot and heavy and vivid to where Hector woke up after a particular climax, and needed a change of clothes and a very cold shower.

The following morning, Hector slapped the hungover Gregor across the face for his influences.

Dreams of course, aren’t the same as reality. And the reality of pinning Widdershins down on the bed in a compromising position, seeing —and sensing— the uneasiness swallowing Widdershins had Hector stopping the beatdown long in the making. In that moment of pausing, Hector realized something important:

The anger and grief they have for each other in the past shouldn’t affect what’s going on with them. The past shouldn’t prevent them from going back the Land of Districts with those they care for. The present is what’s important now, as well as their unknown future.

Hector pushes the door open, and walks into the suite’s hallway. It’s a small hallway after walking ten paces, leads to two doors. The door on the left is the bathroom; it’s like any regular bathroom with a sink, toilet, and shower, plus whirlpool bathtub. The door is open, and Hector sees the mirror is fog up, and that one of the two towels is folded neatly on the toilet seat cover.

“Widdershins must be done freshening up,” says Hector, turning to the door on the right.

The door on the right leads to the bedroom. Truth to be told, it’s genuinely a nice bedroom. There’s a king-size bed with silk sheets, a fancy counter with a min-fridge atop on the surface, an empty ice bucket (also on the fancy counter), and a wide-screen television on a wooden display in case lovers want to do something less physical with one another.

Hector grabs the bedroom’s doorknob, and carefully knocks on the door three time. “Widdershins? Are you done changing? I need to get to the duffel bag for my pajamas.”

Hector stands there for what he assumes is a minute, and gets no reply. He couldn’t help but click his tongue. Hector didn’t think of the possibility that Widdershins isn’t speaking to him after what had happened. Still, Widdershins could have at least crack the door open to answer.

Hector slowly turns the doorknob. It’s not lock, as Hector asked.

“If you’re not done changing, know it’s all your fault. Don’t get mad at me for seeing your dick again. I won’t apologize.” Hector slowly turns the doorknob, and soon pushes the door open.

Hector never seen Widdershins asleep before. Not in the past, and not even presently. Widdershins is always the last to go asleep, and the first to wake up before everyone else. Everyone knows that Widdershins sleep, for he is human after all. And there’s no doubt in Hector’s mind that some people seen Widdershins sleep before.

Hector never assumes that he would be one of them.

There on the king-size bed, facing the door, is a sleeping Widdershins in a blue short-sleeve t-shirt and pajama pants. Widdershins is sleeping soundly underneath the comforter, bedspread, and top sheet. His hair is damp and loose, and he’s curling his body near the edge of the bed.

Hector slowly walks towards the bed, not wanting to wake Widdershins up from his slumber. Upon reaching the bed, Hector looks downward, and continues to stare at the sleeping man. Hector thought a sleeping Widdershins would look harsh. Weary from a battle out at sea. Bearing a look like he’s merely pretending to sleep.

What Hector sees before him isn’t that. Everything about Widdershins right now, from his face expression to body language is of relaxation, and something else.

Hector tilts his head, and stares at Widdershins’ damp and loose bangs. It’s too easy now to touch Widdershins’ hair. Too easy to push the sleeping man onto his back. Too easy for a sick person to sit or lie on top, and do many, many terrible things to someone who is unable to stop the gross violation of their body and mind.

Seeing Widdershins like this, Hector now knows the word he was looking. It’s a word that has Hector knowing why the uneasiness is familiar.

“To think I forgotten how vulnerable you can be,” says Hector, as he stands back up. Hector quietly walks over to their duffel bag resting on the carpet floor.

As Hector opens up the duffel bag, he tries to thinks on how to apologize.

Hector couldn’t think of anything good.

[kaminocasey]

25 Days of Life Day: Day 3 - Sledding with Gregor

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI; Suggestive language

25 Days of Life Day Masterlist

A/N: Haha, I couldn’t help but sprinkle in my Foxtrot Clone OCs from my Bonsoir fic. They’re just too cute and I love them so much. @idlenesses this one is for you, love!! 💚❤️

The snow had come down all night long, creating the fluffiest white wonderland you’d ever seen. Being from Tatooine, you weren’t used to it even a little bit. You’d been in a warm tent all night and still felt like you couldn’t get warm enough. Sure Tatooine was a barren sandpit but it was warm. This was practically torture to your skin. 

“If you do it, I’ll make it worth your while.” Gregor, holds out the sled to you.

You shake your head, looking down the giant hill. “Nope. Absolutely not.”

“You don’t even want to know what I’ll give you if you go?” He asks you, smirking.

“Oh I already know.” You eye his crotch and look back up at him.

He lets out a loud laugh and sits the sled down on the hill. Where he even got the thing you have no idea. You’d been stationed with the 212th so a bunch of the men got really excited about the snow and decided to go sledding.

Gregor and a few of his commandos had dragged you out of the warm tent that you’d found refuge in so that you could go sledding with them. You’d told Gregor on the way that you just wanted to watch because you’d never done it before. He took that as a challenge, unfortunately.

“It’s too cold, captain.” You smile, teeth chattering a bit.

“I’ll keep you warm after.” He winks.

“Or I can!” Lore yells from his snowball fight with Dyer and Alfie.

Gregor throws him an obscene gesture and steps closer to you. You’d been flirting nonstop for a while now, but this is the closest you’d been in a while.

Suddenly, Alfie throws a snowball directly into the side of Lore’s face and distracts him from you and Gregor again. Their snowball war continues and you look back down at the bottom of the hill which seemed at least a hundred yards longer.

“You trust me, right?” Gregor takes your gloved hand.

You nod. “With my life.”

“And you know I’d never let anything happen to you, right?” He murmurs.

You nod again.

“Okay so, we’ll go down the hill together. I’ll hold onto you the entire time.” He squeezes your hand encouragingly.

You think about it for a moment. The thought of Gregor holding onto you was too good to pass up, right? But if something were to happen… No. Gregor promised you he wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

With a sigh, you nod. “Alright. But if you let anything happen to me… you owe me two of whatever it was you were offering me earlier.”

“Kriff… maybe I’ll let something happen then.” He rubs his neck, going warm in the face.

You playfully swat at him and he chuckles. Looking back down the hill, you start to breathe deeply. It would be fine. Gregor would have you.

“I’m kidding. If you go down, I’ll give you two of what I was offering earlier anyway. And it wasn’t my lower half.” He murmurs in your ear.

Despite the freezing cold, your whole body goes hot and you lean into him. “Deal.”

He slides his hands around your front, pulling you against his body one last time before guiding you over to the sled. When he drops down behind you, he pulls you against his body and you tuck your feet in, pulling your knees closer to you.

“Ready?” He asks you, close to your face, squeezing you with his strong thighs that you can’t wait to straddle later.

You look at his lips before nodding and he smirks. He leans in closely, kissing you gently with cold lips that suddenly seem warmer as they move against yours. He sighs, cupping your face and all of a sudden, the cheers come from all the Foxtrot Commandos, cheering their brother on. You can’t help but laugh into the kiss.

“Now, I’m ready.” You grin.

He grins back and pushes off the hill, sending the sled speeding down the hill. It’s both exhilarating and terrifying. Unable to help your scream that’s somewhere between a giggle and a shriek, Gregor laughs behind you.

It’s over almost as soon as it ends. You look up at the top of the hill, almost in disbelief.

“See? Told you, nothing to it.” He kisses you again, clearly proud of you for overcoming your fear.

“Let’s do it again and then we can go warm each other up.” You jump up, grabbing his hand to help him up.

He picks the sled up and grins, widely. “Race you.”

He takes off, sprinting up the hill and you giggle with chattering teeth, trying to catch up to him, knowing that the quicker you do this, the sooner you can get warm again.

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[sunny6677]

Soooo this is what I think would happen if Damien ended up meeting Gregor instead of Bob—

TWS FOR MURDER, TRAUMA, INSANITY, MEDICATION, MENTAL FACILITIES, ETC

I imagine maybe since he gets arrested around the time Bob does though, there's a chance that there's spirits from the people he's killed attached to them. And the police probably start seeing those spirits, so they call in Gregor to do something. Gregor ends up mainly sensing the spirits around Damiens cell though, so the two of them end up talking, and Damien basically admits that it might be those he killed. He nervously tries to justify killing them by stating all the reasons he did so, but that doesn't change the fact that they're still attached to him. So Gregor basically calls him out on lying to themself about literally murdering people, and tells him that the only way he can make things right is to never kill again, change and apologize. Damien is a bit nervous about this, but seems to find it understandable and it get kinda actually does get through to him that he still murdered people regardless of what they did or not.

Unsure of how Damien would even meet Gregor. Perhaps they'd end up not serving that long of a time in prison surprisingly due to something, and would be let free early. And he'd actually kind of regret killing people since though he's defintely not stable, they've thought about what he's done and want to maybe get help for it. But for the sake of them being there when Gregors actually alive, maybe Damien doesn't get caught for murder in this AU, or he does but is let out surprisingly early.

(Damien is kind of friends with Bob here still, but they aren't that close and Bob only gets the cult to let him out so he has backup to kill all the people he needs to. They're more like actual partners in crime here. But Damien doesn't think that murder is actually love, and is very distressed the whole time since he doesn't think the kids deserve to be killed. He doesn't get knocked out here, but he is arrested by the other police who come onto the scene and dragged back to prison in a panicked state.)

Damien obviously still doesn't like most of the people they killed because of what they did, but he's not apologizing because they were in the right all along (considering most of them were toxic or abusive or horrible people in general etc etc)—he's just apologizing because it's wrong to take a human life. Gregor makes him verbally apologize aloud to those he killed, especially that one girl who they just killed because she was rude (which is the only one he actually feels bad about killing alongside the people he was made to help kill in TT). His apology seems to satisfy Gregor, who cleanses the place afterward, but he's not done with Damien yet. Gregor decides he wants to actually help Damien out even with how unstable they seem because he feels as if he owes it to those Damien killed. So Gregor begins to visit the prison frequently to both check on Damien, give him advice and activities, etc etc.

In the few weeks Gregor is around Damien though, Gregor starts to feel mild pity for Damien since Damien actually explains to him some of his past, but Gregor grows even more concerned upon hearing about his own misconception of love. So Gregor gives Damien a whole speech about how none of what he went through was their fault like everyone around them made them think it was, and that Damien was in dire need of help but never received it. And he also tells him that none of what happened to him was love at all. Gregor starts to see Damien as an incredibly broken man driven to sin by all the horrible sins that were used against them, while Damien only breaks down upon being told a bunch of things no one ever thought to tell them ever.

Gregor feels an incredible amount of pity for the man now, and starts giving him more things to do anytime he comes to visit. Damien starts to be a little more used to him and be grateful to him after a while even if it's still hard for him to still get why any of what happened to him was bad. Gregor promises that maybe once Damien is eventually freed, he'll let him join the church to seek guidance from 'The Lord'. He may also be kinda converting Damien to the church in the process. But before anything can happen, Gregor goes missing due to you know what in Hollow Sorrows, and the last thing Damien ever received from him before he vanished was a cross necklace. Damien is told about Gregor apparently being missing, and is obviously distressed about it. The police station kinda dismisses his worries, and says they'll be sending him to an actual mental facility where he can get help. Though Damien protests, they send him there anyway.

Damien is in a mental facility until Sweet Scents. Anf the facility itself is okay, but it's still taking Damien a while to entirely heal. However, he's not on his meds when the cult suddenly breaks into their room during the night, and basically tells him that they're gonna make him go out and kill people to finish Bob's job. Damien doesn't want to, but the cult makes him anyway, so he reluctantly goes after everyone including the kids and Lila and everyone else Bob went after etc etc. However, during the final conflict, Damien is visibly distressed still and is having a whole breakdown due to his panic. But he ends up getting shot. Damien does live from it, but he's dragged back to the mental facility where he explains what happened. The facility doesn't believe him though and just gives him meds since they think Damiens delusions were acting up again. This calms Damien down, but he is still charged for attempted murder.