#IVE JUST WANTED THEM TO GO CAMPING!!!!!!!!!!!! dies

[whatdoyouwanttocallmefor]

Stay By My Side (Lee Know)

Note: ohohhh, I'm more than nervous, but because I got some unexpected requests and I thought, why not? I gave a try, so here it is THE MOMENT. Okay, note that this is my first time writing guys, so bare with the nonsense. I did change the ending because IM A SUCKER FOR A HAPPY ENDING OKAY TT. Ouh, and I dedicate this to my baby here @sooniedoongiedori25 they are the one who request :))

Without further due, LETS GAURRRR

Warning: Angst/Fluff, Comfort, Collapsed, Hospitalised, Y/N pov, etc... please tell me if there's anything I need to add

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I clutched the brown paper bag tightly in my hands, my fingers trembling slightly as another sharp pain shot through my side. It had been getting worse lately—this illness that clung to me like a shadow, a constant reminder that my body was failing me little by little. Some days were manageable, but today wasn’t one of them. The exhaustion was bone-deep, and every breath felt heavier than the last.

As I entered the JYPE building, the familiar hum of activity filled my ears. Staff members walked briskly past me, and the faint echoes of music from the practice rooms filled the halls. Minho’s door was slightly ajar, and I peeked in, managing a weak smile despite the throbbing in my side.

"Hey... I brought you lunch," I said softly, stepping inside.

He barely glanced up from his laptop, fingers flying over the keyboard. "Oh. Thanks. But I'm really busy right now, Y/N. Just... take it back home, okay?"

I blinked, my heart sinking. "Minho... my side really hurts today. I just wanted to sit with you for a bit."

But he shook his head, his tone sharper than usual. "Seriously, I'm swamped. Please, Y/N, not now."

I swallowed hard, forcing back the sting of rejection. Nodding quietly, I turned on my heel and walked out before he could see the tears threatening to fall.

The pain in my side worsened as I made my way toward the exit. I told myself I could make it home and rest. Just a little further. But the world blurred around me, and the last thing I remembered was Felix’s panicked voice calling my name as I crumpled to the ground.

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When I woke, the sterile scent of the hospital surrounded me. Soft beeps of machines and hushed conversations drifted through the room. My head throbbed, and my side felt tender, but I was alive.

Felix sat beside me, relief washing over his features when he saw me awake. "Y/N... you scared me half to death," he whispered. "I saw you collapse and got you here as fast as I could."

Tears welled in my eyes. "Thank you, Lix. Seriously."

He squeezed my hand gently. "I texted Minho... he'll probably come by."

But when Minho arrived later, standing awkwardly in the doorway, I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. He tried to speak, but I turned away, pretending to focus on the IV drip. He didn’t push. Instead, he left quietly and waited outside my room.

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It was the second night after I’d been admitted, and Minho was still camped outside my hospital room. He hadn't gone home. He barely ate. Just sat there with his head in his hands, replaying everything in his mind.

Felix found him there, slouched on the bench outside the door.

“Hyung,” Felix called quietly, walking over with two coffees. He handed one to Minho and sat down beside him.

Minho didn’t even react at first. He just kept staring down at the floor.

“She could’ve died,” Minho muttered under his breath, voice raw. “And I told her to go home. I told her I was too busy.”

Felix sighed, sipping his coffee. “Yeah... you were kind of an ass."

Minho chuckled bitterly. "Thanks, Lix. Real comforting."

"But you were." Felix glanced at him seriously. "She came to you because she was hurting. And you pushed her away. You know Y/N barely ever complains, right? For her to say she was in pain? She was probably already at her limit."

“I know,” Minho whispered, rubbing his face with both hands. "I hate myself for it."

Felix leaned back, watching the hallway ceiling. "Good. You should. But... I also know you’ve been sitting out here like some stray puppy for two days now."

Minho shot him a look, but Felix just shrugged.

"You’re trying. That’s what matters now. But... just so you know," Felix added, his tone softening, "Y/N deserves someone who listens. Someone who puts her first. Don’t just stay here because you feel guilty. Stay because you love her."

Minho turned to him, his expression finally lifting from self-loathing to something more certain.

“I do. I really do,” he said quietly. “She’s... she's it for me. I don’t care how long it takes. I’m going to prove it to her.”

Felix smiled, patting his shoulder. “Good. Because if you hurt her like that again, I’m not dragging your sorry butt to the hospital this time. You’ll have to crawl.”

Minho actually laughed, shaking his head. “Fair enough.”

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The soft beeping of the hospital monitor was the only sound in the room. I turned my head toward the window, watching the sky shift into shades of orange and pink. My side still ached, but the heaviness in my chest hurt worse. A gentle knock at the door broke the silence. I expected a nurse, but instead, Felix stepped in with a soft smile and a bag of snacks.

“Hey,” he greeted quietly, setting the bag on the table. “How are you feeling?”

I sighed. “Better. Still tired, though.”

He sat beside me, his expression hesitant. "I, uh... I told Minho what happened."

My heart skipped. “Oh.”

“He’s been outside. Like, literally outside your room since last night. He hasn’t left, Y/N.”

I frowned. “Why? I didn’t even let him talk to me.”

Felix leaned back in the chair, arms crossed. “I think he realized how badly he messed up. I overheard him on the phone... he canceled his entire schedule. Said he wouldn’t go anywhere until you forgave him.”

That made my chest tighten. Still, I looked away. “It’s not that easy, Lix.”

“I know,” he said softly. “But... I’ve never seen him like this. He looked like he was about to cry when I told him you collapsed.”

Before I could answer, there was another soft knock. This time, Minho peeked his head in.

“Can I... come in?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Felix looked at me, silently asking if I was okay with it. After a moment, I nodded. Minho stepped in, hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on the floor. “Felix, can you give us a minute?”

“Of course.” Felix patted my hand before leaving, the door closing softly behind him.

Minho approached my bedside slowly, like I might shatter if he got too close. "I... I don't even know where to start," he mumbled. "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I was an idiot. I thought work couldn’t wait, but... you needed me, and I wasn't there."

I stayed quiet, waiting.

“I’ve been sitting outside all night thinking about how I made you feel. You tried to tell me you were in pain, and I just brushed you off like you didn’t matter. And when Felix told me you collapsed..." He paused, his breath hitching. "I thought I was going to lose you. And I couldn’t even do anything about it.” I looked at him for the first time. Really looked. His usually sharp eyes were rimmed red. His hair was messy like he’d been running his hands through it all night.

“You hurt me, Minho,” I whispered. “I just wanted a little bit of comfort. I was scared, and you... you didn’t even listen.”

He stepped closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I know. And I don’t expect you to forgive me right now. But please... let me make it up to you. I want to. I need to.”

“How?” I asked softly, challenging him.

He smiled gently, brushing some hair from my face. “By being here. By staying until you get better. By making sure you never feel ignored again.”

“And rubbing my waist until I fall asleep?” I teased weakly.

He laughed under his breath. “Of course. I’ll even sing if you want.”

That made me smile. "You don't sing."

"For you? I’d embarrass myself in front of the whole hospital."

The thought warmed me. “Okay. But... it’s going to take time, Minho.”

“I’ve got all the time in the world for you,” he said sincerely.

And he meant it.

Over the next few days, Minho proved it. He brought my favorite snacks, sat with me during every meal, held my hand through the checkups, and, true to his word, rubbed gentle circles on my waist every night until I fell asleep. Felix even joked one morning, “I think he’s trying to earn Best Boyfriend of the Year award.”

Minho just grinned, squeezing my hand. “I’m not stopping until I win.”

And little by little... my heart softened.

Because sometimes love isn’t about never messing up—it’s about fighting to make things right.

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It was the fourth night in the hospital. The room was dim, only the soft glow of the nightlight casting shadows on the walls. Minho was there, as always, sitting on the little couch next to my bed, scrolling quietly on his phone but glancing over at me every other minute to check if I needed anything.

I watched him in silence, feeling this tight knot in my chest slowly unravel. I had been angry. I had every right to be. But... the way he stayed by my side without hesitation, the way he barely left my room except to grab me things I liked, the way he apologized not just with words but with actions... it made me realize how much he truly cared.

"Minho?" I called softly, breaking the quiet.

His head shot up instantly, like he’d been waiting for me to say something. "Yeah? You okay? Do you need anything?"

I shook my head and motioned for him to come closer. Without a word, he got up and sat on the edge of my bed like he had the nights before, his hand immediately going to my waist, rubbing gentle circles like it had become second nature.

But this time, I placed my hand over his, stopping him.

He looked confused. "What’s wrong?"

I took a deep breath, the words heavy on my tongue but needing to come out. "I forgive you."

His eyes widened, and for a second, he just stared at me like he wasn’t sure if he heard me right. "Really?" he whispered.

I nodded. "Yeah... you messed up, Minho. Badly. But you didn’t run from it. You stayed. You proved to me that I matter to you. And... I know you feel guilty. I can see it every time you look at me. But I don’t want you to keep punishing yourself. I just want us to move forward. Together."

He looked down at our hands, his thumb brushing over my fingers softly. "I swear I won’t take you for granted again. I promise, Y/N. You’re... you’re everything to me."

Hearing him say that made my heart skip.

"Then come here," I murmured, scooting over a bit to give him space.

He carefully climbed onto the bed, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close but still gentle around my injured side. I buried my face in his chest, finally letting myself relax fully for the first time in days.

"Thank you," he whispered into my hair. "For giving me another chance."

"Thank you for fighting for it," I whispered back

And that night, with his arms around me, his hand rubbing soothing patterns against my back, and his heartbeat steady beneath my ear, I finally slept peacefully.

Because I knew, no matter what, he wasn't going to leave my side again.

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Wow, that's a long one. Niweys, enjoy? And do tell me anything so I can make a better one in the future (maybe not bcz I only write this one for fun) :)

[winterwandersland]

Echoes of Mercy

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Black!Fem!Reader Call of Duty x The 100 x Resident Evil tw/cw: none? word count: 3.5k Task Force 141 encounters an unexpected guest on their search to find the anti-virus.

Chapter Two

On Board

TWO YEARS EARLIER

You didn’t mean to yell at Price how you did. He was just trying to help, just like you were. But none of it had to be this way. No one had to get shot. No one had to get hurt. Mr. Diyoza was just trying to protect his only daughter. If anyone on your team had kids, they would do the same. It didn’t matter what Diyoza did wrong because, in his eyes, she was still his little girl.

And now you're holding kitchen cloths to her throat, praying that it was enough. You weren’t religious, but praying seemed like the only thing you could resort to. It didn’t matter if your prayer was going to a god or some other universal being. It just needed to be heard by someone and you needed that someone to give you at least a grain of hope to keep going.

“Please, to whoever or whatever is out there, keep her alive. I know she has done wrong, but this isn’t how she deserves to die. Let her learn from her mistakes, but please don’t take her away,” you murmured as you prayed, down on both knees and clasping your hands together on top of the cloth, keeping Diyoza from losing too much blood.

She was unconscious, but still breathing, which meant she didn’t cut too deep, which also meant there was a chance she could make it. After this long, she should have bled out and died. Maybe it was the cold air, but whatever it was, you were grateful.

As you kept the pressure over Diyoza’s throat, you gazed over at the rest of your teammates who were staring back at you, watching you like you were doing something wrong.

“The fuck are you all staring at?” you blurted out.

“She’s a terrorist. Why are you still trying to save her? Let her die a coward,” Bravo 3-8 answered.

You took a deep breath before you lost your mind. It was a rational thought. All terrorists were supposed to die. But Charmaine Diyoza wasn’t only a terrorist. She was your friend. She trained all of you. All of your team had some sort of connection with her. How could this be so easy for them?

“She’s your colonel,” you replied.

“She was our colonel. Now, she is a prisoner deserving of punishment,” Bravo 3-8 said.

He was the only one that would speak. It seemed like everyone else had some kind of remorse, but not him. Bravo 3-8 had always been the one teammate you bumped heads with the most. With the 141, he was an angel, but back on your own base, he caused you and Diyoza hell, but especially you. You figured it was because you were a woman, but Diyoza was, too. However, you had heard many times that Diyoza was more respectable because she was taller. Stronger. More capable of being a SEAL than you were.

But that didn’t matter to the government. You were both still women, so neither of you were supposed to be here. Neither of you should or could ever do what a man could, and at some point, you believed it. You almost dropped out of the SEALS camp because of an incident that happened, but a protective lieutenant and encouraging colonel kept your head in the game. If it wasn’t for them, you wouldn’t be here.

And now you're sitting with one of the few people who kept your hopes up, trying to keep her alive because she lost the hope she gave you. How ironic.

“We are not letting her die. Sure, she deserves to be punished, but she can’t be punished if she’s dead. If-When she lives, she will be sent to the penal colony on Eligius IV. But her worst punishment of all is having to live with her actions and what she has become. That is punishment enough,” you responded.

It was true. Diyoza would have to live with the guilt of massacring innocent people to get the attention of the government that she wanted. Even if she didn’t regret it now, she would one day.

Everyone was quiet. The aircraft was cold and there was no more bickering about whether to let Diyoza live. She was going to live and have to face the team that had so much faith in her.

The metal of the aircraft did nothing to decrease the freezing air that seeped through the terribly insulated plane. Just before you went to capture Diyoza, Simon had given you his poncho because you hated even the slight breeze of air. You used it to cover yourself up and find warmth and comfort in his scent that lingered on the oversized hooded piece of clothing. You prepared yourself to lie against Diyoza while keeping pressure on her neck, but you had to do a headcount first.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. You counted.

“What the hell?” you said.

“What is it?” one soldier asked.

“There’s eight of you here,” you answered.

“Yea. So what?” the same soldier replied.

You felt yourself start to breathe heavier and you could practically hear your heart thudding out of your chest. “So who’s flying the plane?”

PRESENT DAY

The team skulked about the piles of bodies, many of them still decomposing, their flesh still intact with their bones.

“What if it’s them? Squadron Eight,” Gaz stated.

As much as Ghost wanted to believe that, he knew it wasn’t true.

“There are too many bodies and it’s been two years. All their flesh would be long gone by now. These are recent deaths,” Ghost said.

He couldn’t afford to be thinking about you right now. He needed to be thinking about getting the anti-virus to deliver to the city. Then, once the mission is over, he can go back to reminiscing about the days you were here with him.

Ghost’s direct answer sent chills up the team’s spines. If this wasn’t your squadron, then who was it and what could have placed their bones in piles like this? From what they could see, there were no animals around big enough to kill the people, let alone drag their bodies into a pile. These bodies were at least a month old, but some of them were no more than a week. What could have done this? Who could have done this?

Soap slowly approached the CDC facility door, its cracked glass and moss that decorated the door and its surroundings. Whoever worked here did not keep up the building maintenance, but why would you when it blended in so well with its surrounding area?

He knocked on the door. “Hello?” Soap called out, “Special Forces!”

No one answered.

He knocked again, but there was still no answer, so he did the only other thing he could do in a facility like this. He opened the door, letting himself and the rest of the team through. They each held their guns up as they skulked about the empty lobby.

“Hello? Special Forces! Come out! We’re here to retrieve a package,” Price called out, but yet there was still no answer.

The building was completely trashed. Shattered glass, mold on the walls, and the most interesting of all, blood. Everywhere. There was still a stench, but it didn’t smell like death. It was a mix of must and ammonia once they entered further into the building.

“Someone’s been here recently,” Soap announces. He follows the scent of ammonia to a back door that seemed to be ajar, leading to the back of the building.

“How do you know?” asked Gaz.

“That ammonia smell…that’s piss. Human piss,” Soap informed him.

They continued scouring through the surrounding land, trying their best to ignore the foul smells that engulfed them, practically burning through their nose hairs.

Price raised his fist, bringing everyone to a halt. “Wait, you lads hear that?”

There was a faint rustling through the trees and the murder of crows flocking away that drew their attention. They pointed their guns towards the trees, their flashlights creating small orbs as they lit paths.

“I don’t see anything,” Gaz whispers, doing his best to keep his voice low, keeping anyone outside of the team from hearing him.

They each gathered in a circle, their backs turned to each other, keeping every angle under their surveillance.

Ghost put his weapon down after realizing there was nothing but the rustling of the trees. “It’s just the-,” he began, but a figure suddenly attacked him from above before he could finish.

In these situations, the team would be eager to shoot, but that would be a waste of a bullet when the attacker was so close. Ghost fought off the attacker, Price coming behind the person and grabbing them off of him.

“Don’t kill him! Could be the only way to find the CDC members!” Ghost yelled.

The hood of the perpetrator’s coat covered their face, making it nearly impossible to see who it was. The coat was large, made with fur gathered from the animals during the warmer seasons. It was getting cold out, the teams’ armor barely being enough to keep them warm.

Gaz and Soap kept their guns pointed towards the attacker while Ghost rose to his feet and Price kept the person restrained, finally knocking them onto their back and knocking the air from their lungs.

Price immediately got on top of the person, removing their hood and revealing a woman with blonde tipped hair and grown out brunette roots. The team’s face immediately lit up, Gaz and Soap lowering their weapons and letting out breaths of relief.

Price’s hand gently brushed the hair out of the woman’s face. “Charmaine?”

TWO YEARS AGO

You slowly moved to a squat position, keeping one hand on Diyoza’s neck and the other reaching for your sidearm. You silently wave down one of your members, motioning for him to keep pressure on Diyoza’s wound. Everyone had made it clear that they wanted Diyoza dead, but you couldn’t let that happen. You won’t let it happen. You take a look at everyone as the soldier places the pressure on Diyoza’s throat and you whisper to the team, “If I come back and she’s dead, I will kill every single one of you.”

You weren’t sure if the look they all gave you meant they were scared and believed you or that they were waiting to call your bluff. Either way, you were prepared for both options.

You creeped towards the front of the plane, your gun leading the way, your body tense and preparing for who you may find. The door to the cockpit was ajar, so you gently kicked it open with your foot and immediately pointed your gun to where a pilot should be.

“What the fuck?” you murmured. There was no one in the seat.

But there was someone behind the door.

You ducked as you saw a dark shadow go over your head. You heard the cockpit door slam shut, leaving you and the infiltrator in the small space to fight to the death. He was bigger than you and his face was unrecognizable. You had never seen this man before in your life, but what you did know is that he had to be here on Diyoza’s behalf. But how he got there you could not figure out.

Your team couldn’t hear you struggling over the turbulence and you refused to give up. He had the strength, but you had the intelligence, and you used it to your advantage.

You kneed the man in the balls as hard as you could once he was on top of you. He fell to the side, and you used it as an opportunity to hit him on the head with the barrel of your gun, knocking him unconscious.

You checked the coordinates on the dashboard, but you couldn’t recognize them either. The plane was on autopilot and low on fuel. If you turned off autopilot, you’d burn too much gas and the plane would spin out before you got to the coordinates’ destination.

“Damnit, Simon. Where are you when I need you?” you mumbled under your breath as you banged your hand on the dashboard. You placed your hands over your face and let out a scream loud enough for the team to hear over the ruckus of the plane.

One of your teammates barged into the cockpit, struggling to get through the door because of the unconscious man lying in front of it.

You sat in the pilot’s chair, staring outside of the window, watching as you flew over the open bodies of water that felt like they lasted forever.

“Are you alright?” the soldier, Bravo 4-8, asked. Of all the men in your squadron, you were the closest to him. He understood you. You understood each other. He knew the impact you wanted to make on the world. Like you, he grew up in a house full of women. It was noticeable from the first day you met with him. The respect he gave you like you were an equal and not just a woman trying to prove a point.

When you made a mistake, he didn’t ridicule you, but guided you. There were rumors that you two had slept together, but you both knew it wasn’t true. The rumors made you laugh, considering he wasn’t even attracted to women. You both gossiped about who in each squadron you considered attractive. Whenever there was a new commanding officer or someone substituting to train you, you’d both get in trouble for failing to contain your laughter when you snuck glances at each other after getting a good look at who was training you.

Most of the time, neither of you ever made a move. You were the first when you caught the Lieutenant’s eyes. Bravo 4-8 swore you were done when you were being reprimanded by the jarring lieutenant and instead of staring at him with the serious face that all soldiers and recruits give, you smiled instead. “Yes, sir,” you said, looking up at him with your big, soft brown eyes and full, soft lips.

No one had ever seen the Lieutenant so stuck before, hesitating to send you on your merry way. “Go-get back to work-,” he started before looking across your chest for your name tag. “Abara,” he finished. You weren’t actually being reprimanded for doing anything seriously wrong. The Lieutenant wanted not only an excuse to speak to you, but also to get your head back in the game. You were two laps ahead of the rest of the cohort and you had stopped to chat with your friend, and the Lieutenant wanted to make sure you stayed ahead of everyone else.

“Yes, s-,” you started.

“Just go,” he interrupted. “Don’t call me that.”

“Then, what am I supposed to call you?” you asked him. He couldn’t help to notice the cute tilt in your head, swaying of your arms that was actually a fidget that he came to notice later on.

“Anything but that. And keep still,” he responded.

“Yes, s-,” you began before catching yourself. He could practically see the wheels turning in your head as you thought of another name to call him. “Yes, Lieutenant…” you started, now glazing over his chest as you were now searching for his name tag. “Yes, Lieutenant Riley.” Everybody called the Lieutenant “sir”, but what he didn’t want you to know is that when it came out of your mouth, it did something to him.

You ran back to Bravo 4-8 for a few seconds before passing him, trying your best to contain your giggling, but he knew you couldn’t keep it up for long.

And now he was here with you, trying to figure out what the hell happened and why there was a random man in the cockpit. And oddly enough, he was the only one that could fly the plane.

“I’m fine,” you tell him, quickly rising up and moving past him. You reached for the unconscious man’s foot and‌ pulled him out of the way, making room for you to open the cockpit door and pull him through with Bravo 4-8 holding the door open for you.

“What the hell?” you hear some soldiers mumble.

You drag the man to the middle of the plane, all eyes now facing you both, mainly focused on the random man that was starting to wake up.

“Anyone know who this is?” you ask your members.

They each shook their head and you could tell they were all sincere. They were just as confused as you were. Until Diyoza woke up, you couldn’t ask her questions and even if you could, the chances of her being able to speak so soon were slim.

“Who’s flying the plane?” you hear someone ask.

“No one. It’s on autopilot. We’re low on fuel. Coordinates are set to an unknown destination,” you replied.

“Have Bravo 4-8 fly it and change the coordinates,” another soldier said.

“Like I said, we’re low on fuel. Autopilot can conserve some of it. If we put the plane on manual, we’ll run out of fuel before we reach either destination and we’ll drown in the ocean. The most we can do is change the coordinates,” you explained.

Bravo 4-8 was behind you and hung his head down, his face filled with guilt.

“How do you know so much about planes?” someone asked you.

“Had a few lessons while in the military,” you said.

“Ahhh. Flying lessons with the 141 Lieutenant. Is that foreplay or aftercare?’ Bravo 3-8 joked.

Everyone laughed like it was the funniest joke ever told. Everyone but you and Bravo 4-8. He quickly ended their silence when he announced, “We can’t change the coordinates.”

“What? Why?” you quizzed as you snapped your head back.

“It’s code activated. I tried. It’s not the usual code I use. It’s been changed. I tried every code I know. None of them worked,” Bravo 4-8 replied. His voice didn’t quiver. He wasn’t afraid of you. He spoke to you like a worried friend. A worried friend that wasn’t sure how you all were going to make it out.

“So, what? We just wait until the plane lands itself?” a soldier inquired.

“This plane on autopilot doesn’t land itself,” you explained.

“Not only that, but there isn’t enough fuel for the plane to be landed,” Bravo 4-8 added.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you murmur.

You can see the panic on each of the soldiers’ faces, their laughter quickly coming to a halt. Your only hope now was the random man on the ground. You took a look at everyone and peered down at one soldier putting pressure on Diyoza’s wound. The bleeding seemed to have slowed down, but you didn’t want to risk anything in case you were wrong.

You took a pair of handcuffs and placed them on the man’s wrist, strapping him to the pole of the metal seat. You sat in front of him, your knees bent and spread as you rested your forearms on them with your gun in your hand, waiting for him to wake up. You didn’t know what you would do. Torture wasn’t your thing. You hated it. Knowing that you were in a relationship with someone who could inflict such pain like it was nothing, you weren’t sure.

It didn’t make you uneasy. It didn’t make you attracted to him any less. The only thing it did was make you wonder why it wasn't a deal breaker. Why were you okay with that side of him? And why didn’t it scare you?

Maybe it was because you knew it was part of the job. There would be times that such crimes would be committed, even if no one spoke about them. Only those in higher authorities could get away with it.

Ghost was part of that higher authority.

You called yourself a hypocrite because how could you go calling Diyoza a terrorist when your own boyfriend had committed some of the same crimes?

They were different. Right? He didn’t kill innocent people like Diyoza did. He didn’t go planting bombs. But he tortured people. He imprisoned people. Those were crimes against humanity.

That would make him a war criminal.

But what did he have to go through for him to get to that point? And it was then you realized that Diyoza and Ghost may not be so different after all. What did Diyoza endure to conclude that what she did was okay? What did she know that you didn’t? What did she see?

You felt safe with Diyoza. Even after all she had done. You felt safe with Ghost even after all he had done. It was obvious there were parts of you that enjoyed that savagery, and you wondered if there were parts of you that could do what they did.

[darkdemeter]

Fem child reader x Strife/War fluff! War was heavily injured from a nasty fight and they had to make camp to rest. Both brothers didn’t even notice the girl was gone until later, making them panic. Before they could find her, she returned, carrying a high-quality healing potion with a nasty gash on her arm. She wanted to find something for War and even got injured just to get it for him. Instead of herself, she gave the potion to War, showing an act of kindness and selflessness to him.

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◤✘DARKSIDERS REQUESTS | CATALOGUE (Platonic!) Strife and War x Female Child!Reader

NOTES ↳ GIF POV: You pissed War off. HAHAAAA! I loved writing this one for the setting, just little reader plotting around in the snow is just *chef kiss* so many cute possibilities. WARNINGS❕ ↳ War gets injured — reader gets hurt — Strife says a swear word — reader just being a good-hearted soul — Strife calls reader "baby" because he is secretly becoming a dad — Vulgrim "almost" dies by proxy cube — I think that's it?

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“You and having to use your big head as a battering ram, huh?!” 

Strife vaults high to avoid a fallen tree in his path, spurts of snow kicking up under his heels. He flicks the reloaded barrel of Mercy into lock before firing several rounds that assault their chaser but does little in keeping the large beast at bay. A beast of the snow no less, covered in long, wiry hair. It’s head adorned by two, large spiral horns that twist round and round until they almost knock against one another. A horribly deformed and smooshed face that only a mother could love. A broody male. 

The creature’s heart was worth quite the fortune to Vulgrim. A simple token of gratitude for bestowing upon you a wardrobe of garments suited for the colder climates of the realms. 

“I did insist on being the one to cut its heart out, didn’t I?” War spits venomously in return. 

“Hey! I could have done it if someone—”

“Look out!” You shout suddenly, voice squeaking and eyes wide. An avalanche of snow rushes towards you as a giant and consuming wave, the Horsemen and yourself are blasted in a taken sweep. War clutches hold of you tighter to his chest, your face buries against his cowl with a helpless yelp as you clutch onto him tightly. The wave keeps barrelling through the gorge. 

“Strife!” War calls out. His head twists this way and that only to catch sight of his brother tumbling and being tossed around, visor going under every few seconds. 

“Strife, take her!”

You’re launched through the air and you squeal out, mesmerised by the flutter in your stomach before you drift downward, Strife’s arms stretched out wide to catch you.

“I—pfft— I got her! I got her!”

Strife pulls you close the moment he has you. You tumble together before he manages to get above the surface and you have a clear view of War. He lets himself get carried with the avalanche’s momentum before he breaches through with a fiery trail behind him, Chaoseater unsheathed from his back, he pivots himself to face the giant beast with a cleaving swipe of his sword. 

The two behemoth’s clash against each other. War grunts heavily at a sharp pain shooting across his sternum, knocking him back. The beast howls with a stunned toss of its head, a portion of its horn snapped off and flung to the gorge’s wall.

It falls forward and sends another wave towards you. Strife yells for you to hang on and you do, the fur hood of your cloak knocked back in the process. War’s form finally meets with you and Strife, the two keeping close to one another as you come up for a hollow ice tunnel and a suspicious looking cut off—

The golden glow of Strife’s eyes widens, beaming brighter and his hold on you increases. “Ooh shit, hang on!” 

It all moves quickly. For a moment, you’re falling before Strife curls a hand around you, snatching you out of gravity’s clutches before you can fall down into the frozen lake below. You hang there, suspended and wide eyed. It’s a very long way down… 

You turn your head with a whimpered call. “D-don’t let go…”

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Strife assures through a ragged, worn out exhale. War serves as the anchor point against the ice wall, Chaoseater’s blade embedded deeply into it. Rivers of the avalanche pour down over the glacial wall, a deep rumble following it as the snow beast prowls forward. Its large form descends, twisted and gnarly nails scrape the wall with hatcheting marks and its face bears a sneering maw and a shrieking roar. 

It’s instinct for your hands to cover your ears, wincing with a tightly furrowed grimace. 

Because of its overbearing weight, the ice begins to grumble, slivers crack in fractured paths and both brothers freeze, their eyes growing wide. 

“I think it’s about time we jumped,” Strife pants out, steadying his breath and adjusting you in his grasp before they disconnect. With a nod, War breaks Chaoseater from its place with a rattling thrum and you begin to fall. 

Wind sweeps past your ears in loud gushes during the fall and you cling to Strife. Flakes of white whip into your vision almost blinding but then it all slows, you’re floating; hovering. You look to see the misted mantle of wings without feathers, they shimmer slightly as if struck by the cold before they level out until Strife reaches the ground. 

They disperse with a shrinking hiss, fading in towards his back and only a faint cloud remains to be carried away in the breeze. You see that War also possessed the very same wings and your eyes blink, fluttering in your growing amazement. 

Picking up on it, you hear Strife chuckle through a sigh. “Didn’t think we had wings too, huh?”

You shake your head slowly. “Uh-uh.”

Strife turns to War, noticing the heavy limp in his step and his giant gauntlet that holds firm to his ribs while he sheathed his sword, almost faltering in the act to do so. 

“Hey, come on now, you got hurt pretty bad back there—” Strife’s concern is immediately dismissed with a sharpened tsk of War’s tongue. 

“I’m… fine… it’s just a scratch,” he hisses.

Strife clicks his tongue. “Yeah. Just a scratch…”

War leans himself against an outcrop of rocks, teeth clenched hard to conceal a pained snarl as he rests a hand over his wound. 

You watch, gaze torn between the two. Strife pats himself down before he sighs. His head falls forward, chin hidden beneath his scarf. “And we’re out of healing potions.”

“I said I’ll be fi— argh!”

“Yeah, you’ll be fine if we had a healing potion. If we don’t get you patched up, we’re going to be known as the three Horsemen.” Strife snickers to himself. “And that doesn’t sound menacing enough.”

Your cheeks puff out when you take a moment to consider the situation War finds himself to be in. He’s hurting, you can see it on his face, and you don’t very much like it. You don’t want to see him in pain. So silently, you slip away from the bickering brothers. Body maneuvering over a fallen tree trunk tucked between some boulders, you move away in search of something to aid War. Maybe there were some herbs to help him, or something Strife could use to craft an ointment to serve as a healing potion. 

Your small boots thunder against the thinner blankets of chilly white, padding small prints in your wake. You’ve travelled some distance before a structure that appears old, abandoned, comes into view on the lower horizon and you approach it hurriedly. 

“Whoa…”

Rubbled pillars of an ancient ruin lay in the barren waste of the ice, bitten by the frost. The wind passes through the crooked and fallen architecture as howling whistles. Only drawn in to investigate further, you soon happen upon a hole in one of the thick, stone walls of the ruin.

You shuffle a little closer to the steep ledge, looking down into the chamber below, pupils large and wide. Something crumbles, the lip of the edge gives way and you stumble forward with a cry as your arm slams against a protruding rock face. The drop pulls you down fast and you roll numerous times before your fall is broken by a softened pile of snow with a muffled plumph!

“Brrr!” You shake your head and dust off any remnants of snow that clings to you, climbing out from the little hole you found yourself in. Attention brought to the painful sting on your arm, your mitten pats against the bleaching stain of crimson on your sleeve, dabbing it with a grimacing hiss. 

“Ooch…” you sigh, doing your best to blink away the tears lining your vision. You wander onward into the ruin chamber, head raised and lowered to take in your surroundings. 

In the gloomy and dark atmosphere of the ruins, you squint your eyes to peer at a mysterious, intriguing glint. Shiny, a trickle of the light grazes the gold with an ombre highlight. You gasp, wandering over until you're almost fumbling forward over your boot laces. 

Your hands grasp the coiled frame around the elixir bottle, the liquid contents inside a dull and almost forested green. Grumbling to yourself, lips curled into a thin line, you shake the large bottle and swirl the contents inside. The glassy reflection of your eyes is illuminated by the now vibrant glow of green. 

“Oh…” you sigh wistfully, enthralled. 

You twist the lid loose with a grinding squeak and you tilt the bottle’s rim to you slightly, nose leaning in to smell and you sputter with a startled cough. Whatever it is, it smells strongly of a scent you cannot place, its closest being that of a terrible medicine you had to swallow with honey to cover the bitterness. You tighten the lid and affirm with one final checkover that this bottle may help War. 

With an effort of huffed breath, you tug the bottle loose from its embedded status among the snowy mound, pulling a little harder when it doesn’t give easily. You begin to shift between carrying it a few steps before setting it down, the bottle almost your entire size, and dragging it carefully over the worn and cracked stone floor. You endure and exert what strength you can with striking determination to get back to War and Strife, ignoring the throbbing ache in your arm. Each tousled motion of the bottle stirs the green liquid to emit a glow that fades after a moment. 

Through the haze of snow, you wind up a sloping pathway, careful to hurdle over the obstacles in your path no matter how big or small; the bottle nursed to survive the otherwise perilous journey. 

“Where did she go?” War growls, ignoring the gnarly gashes and internal bruising that brings a powerful sting over his ribs. 

“I don’t know, she was right here,” gasps Strife. He darts around, able to move quicker than War. He checks every corner, under every log and in every gap between the sharp rocks. 

“Baby? Baby! Where are you?” The masked Horseman calls, his voice growing fuller of panic with each passing moment you don’t respond. 

“Little one, are you– argh… under here?” 

“I already checked there!” 

War’s nose curls up slightly with an offended sneer, blue eyes glowering with a thinned glare. “You’re panicked. You could have missed her.”

It didn’t mean that War held any lesser sentiment. His heart was hammering in his chest and though he would stumble slightly in his search, he went above and beyond in hopes that he would find you safely tucked away somewhere unhurt. 

“I’m here!”

Both turn on their heels in an instant at the sound of your voice. They watch you fumble and crawl up over the rise of a mound of snow, something anchored close in your grasp. You shift forward and let yourself use the slope as a slide, cooing with glee as you cling onto the bottle, hugging it to you. 

War and Strife meet you there swiftly and immediately begin to assess you. War tsks venomously, almost choking on his next shuddered breath. 

“Little  one, you’re hurt.” His smaller hand comes forward to your injured arm and his brows fall. 

You look at the small gash on your arm, the blood having stained through the sleeve a bit more. You had ignored the bite of its pain to get the bottle back to them.

“Ah…” you mumble, nose touched by the cold wriggling. “I found this.”

Strife was also closely examining the wound, far too engrossed to pay attention at first to the elixir you had found until you brought attention to it.

He picks it up, its size more natural in his hand. “War, this is— how– where did you find this?” 

Strife’s twisted words make you giggle and you then point your gloved hand off in the direction you went. “In a rwuin.”

War can see the noticeable astonishment on Strife’s face through the way his eyes flare alone. He almost laughs at how absurd it all seems that you found a high quality healing potion all the way out here, and just the thing that War would need no less.

“You’re something special, kid,” Strife chuckles but it’s quick to dissipate as he then looks at your arm.

He despises the scene of crimson smeared on you, the iron taste of blood lingering on the air so profound he can smell it. It makes his fanged teeth grind and clench.

“Did you not drink some already, little one?” War questions, grunting as he lowers himself down to kneel at your side. When you shake your head, War frowns deeply and he takes the bottle from Strife, removing the lid and holding it out for you. 

“You must drink some. It will heal your wound.”

“No,” you say adamantly, tilting your head away and your hands push the bottle away from you. “You are hurt, you must need it.”

Though War means to immediately protest, you tilt the bottle further towards him instead and regard him with a kind smile. 

“I will be okay. You dwrink it.”

“Let’s get that gash tended to, yeah?” Strife says, finalising that War was to drink the potion. 

War is torn, his code being confronted by a child. You care very much for him and his brother, War finds. You went out of your way and risked leaving the protective sanctity of their presence to find something to help him. But what if you hadn’t found the potion? What if something worse transpired? 

He’d be crushed. Honour disgraced because he wasn’t there to save you. But you pulled through. You defied all possible dangers in order to help him. And to that, he is grateful while he sips slowly from the elixir, noting your grin every time you see him do so and watch as that mystical aura whirl around him; healing him. 

Still… he leaves just a little left. 

Now camped in the ruins you had guided them to, the fire burns with a warm crackle. You rest against War, his red cowl once again wrapped around you and the hood pulled far over your head. 

Strife had cleaned your wound and dressed it, but to him — to them — it wasn’t enough. Your kindness, your bravery wasn’t repaid in full. So, moving quietly and carefully, War keeps you steady as Strife uses the potion’s unfinished swig to pour onto a new bandage and change it over. 

“It should heal throughout the night,” War says and he hears Strife’s sigh. “I can’t begin to imagine Fury being in your place.”

War chuckles, the noise small and almost not there. But it is. Light-hearted and amused, Strife finds the tiniest of smiles hiding behind his mask. 

“Fury would have no choice in the matter.”

“And we thought Death was stubborn.”

Strife sits across from War, crouched before the flames as he ponders in silence. The flare of his eyes blurring into that of the dancing fire.

“Why do you think that Humanity is so important to the Balance?” Strife asks. “I mean, the Creator makes a race whose strength is unmatched against the likes of Angels, Demons… us.”

A moment of silence falls over them. War’s eyes watch you stir and hum, adjusting yourself to curl into him. 

“Perhaps… it is because like her, they offer what no other race can? It could also be that they are not as weak as we’ve been made to believe…”

Strife’s head tilts to the side, scarf moving with a muffled fold, the flutter of its purple fabric idly swaying in the wind’s hollow breath. A question for the ages. One that would not be answered any time soon it seems. 

Returning to Vulgrim without the snow beast’s heart was surely to be met with a grouchy soul trader. But not with what was offered in its stead.

With a triumphant puff of his chest, Strife kicks forward the large, metallic cube with the heel of his boot. War saunters after his brother, his hand securely held to keep you seated on his bronze pauldron. Vulgrim lets out a throaty yelp and dashes out of the way. His scornful criticism turns around when he examines the cube, humming and chuckling with a clattery chink of his nails against the object. The sphere within its center buzzes to life with currents of zapping electricity.

“Yes… yes, this will certainly suffice as payment. Now Horsemen, I have peered through the scrying eye and it has given me a location…”

[gloricbr]

people dont understand how bad i love percy jackson. its such an amazing book series. the show, already watched. stories? dont see much. but its actually one of my favorite things on earth. percy jackson is an escape route to forget about everyone and everything. when im feeling down? reading. when im bored? reading. and the way i have so many headcanons for it? holy shit. i tend to forget them all when im put on the spot but trust me i have some. i love percy jackson and its actually the thing ive enjoyed for what, two years? i started reading the lost hero and oh my gosh im obsessed

(summary of what i read under cut)

the writing is just amazing?? and i remember (mostly) everything so far. jason lost his memory when he woke up on this trip to the grand canyon, they ended up fighting a “storm spirit” (i forgot what they’re called) named dylan, leo gets almost knocked off the canyon so coach hedge has to save him, so jason takes his club, and then it breaks whatever, but jason gets zapped by lightning, which doesnt affect him because hes the son of zeus (did you know hes thalia’s sister because his name is jason grace, and hers is thalia grace? but she doesnt use her last name unless important) and then he uses his coin, flips it, suddenly has a sword, and blah blah blah. and their coach gets taken, hes apparently a saytr, saves leo, whatever, and dylan tries to take jason, but piper tackles him, and dylan tries to take leo next, but coach hedges saves him and is taken, and piper falls off the grand canyon so jason goes after her, ends up saving her because hes floating, and then when they’re all back, annabeth chase(one of my favorites) and butch gets off the chariot, and annabeth looks at jason because hes missing a shoe, and turns out she had to look for a boy with a missing shoe, which is him. but shes mad for the sky deceiving her. they’re taken back to camp, end up crashing, blah blah blah, then leo is claimed as a son of hephaestus, god of fire and forging, stuff. annabeth finds this tattoo on jasons arm, drew(cabin leader of aphrodite) takes him to chiron. meanwhile, piper is toured by annabeth after jason is dropped off, talking about how percy is missing, weird things, stuff, they go see rachel dare(my favorite for life omg i love rachel shes the best character.) the camp oracle, except shes not there, stuff, she lets piper pick a weapon, which is a knife that belonged to helen of troy which her beauty started a war(?), stuff, piper talks to jane using annabeths phone because phones arent allowed at camp, (some monster thing) and stuff, then they go to zeus and hera cabins which are mostly empty since the big 3 (zeus, poseidon, and hades) swore off having kids. they find rachel in heras cabin, they talk, until rachel pauses, her eyes glow green, which shes having a vision, and she grips pipers shoulders telling her she needs to free hera, and piper passes out. ONTO LEO. leo gets a tour of the cabin, jake mason is the head councilor after charles beckendorf died in war, and leo is given his bed which makes him creeped out. but then he goes and meets the other campers in cabin 9, and nyssa shows him around and tells him about the curse that everything they build backfires and tries to kill them, and they built a huge metal dragon and only one person can really destroy it, which is leo, but nobody knows that. all they know is the one hephaestus kid that posses power can do it but also they dont believe it because the last one who did that started the great fire of london. ONTO JASON. jason is flirted with by drew which he has no interest in because hes dating piper(which he doesnt remember due to his amnesia and simply isnt into drew) then taken to chiron who says he should be dead, they talk, jason speaks latin although he has no remembrance of speaking it, and has a vision of hera once again who wants him to free him before the summer(?) solstice which is in 3 days, because hera took his memory but is now trapped and he needs to free her for his memory back. annabeth worries pipers dead so she goes to chiron, but instead pipers in sort of a coma. annabeth takes jason to see the kids of hypnos in hope they can get his memory back, and they find clovis (who literally sleeps all the time) and clovis explains that roman gods arent exactly the same as greek gods, they have slightly different aspects. the roman versions of them are about more discipline and stuff. PIPER NOW (we’re skipping her dream cause its boring, about her past and her dad and stuff) rachel chats with piper and says she’ll get claimed at the campfire, which she does— but first, drew asks rachel about the prophecy— i’ll finish next post :))

[k1mmi-1]

Camping In Killer Style

A Slasher, inspired by Fear Street 1978

Rindou x Reader

Y/n's first time and maybe last time at a sleep away camp starts off rocky and it continues getting worse and worse with a killer in the area. Tensions rise when people go missing. No service and miles deep in the forest is the perfect ground for a killer. Could one of them be the killer?

Mentions:Drugs, Murder, Alcohol

Chapter 10

I awoke in a hospital room with IV’s attached. I looked around and saw my mom sleeping on the couch near the window. “Mom?” I said with a crack in my voice. My mom jolted up awake and stood up quickly walking over to me. “Oh my baby I'm so glad you're ok I thought…” She stopped herself and clutched my hand crying. She called over the nurses and doctors to check on me. They told me I’d been stabbed in the stomach 3 times and passed out. They talked to my mom mostly and I zoned out. A few minutes later 2 police officers came in to talk to me. “y/n can you tell us what happened or who did this to you?” One said with a soft tone. “I went to the reception desk to ask for a phone charger, and no one there, I called out but no one responded. So I thought since I was in the city I could just catch a bus home. And as soon as I was about to walk out the doors I looked down at my stomach and saw the knife, I turned around and saw Michelle the owner from the camp and then I passed out.” I said repeating the events. They wrote everything down and pulled my mother outside to talk to her. 

I zoned out thinking about the note Rindou gave me. When my mom came in I asked for my clothes, she handed me a bag of bloody clothes and I pulled out the note from my shorts, then grabbed my now charged phone. My mom said she would go get some food from the cafeteria and that she would be back soon. Once she was out of the room I dialed Rindou’s number. He answered almost immediately. “Hey it’s y/n” I said into the phone. “Oh hey, I thought you forgot to call,” He replied with a chuckle. “No sorry, how's your brother?” I responded. “He’s fine, he got discharged yesterday,” He replied. Yesterday? Was I in a coma for a whole day. “Oh really? That's um good, I'm glad any news?” I responded trying to hide the shakiness in my voice. “Oh yeah, they're holding a memorial for um everyone they even found bodies in the woods…like from years ago. It’s next Sunday” He muttered into the phone. “Shit, how many…” I regretted asking immediately. “In total 74” He replied with a sigh. “And Chris and Michelle did they find them…?” I asked, feeling my heart beat faster. “Are you not watching the news?” Rindou said with a chuckle. “I have been um busy,” I replied looking around the hospital room. He chuckled and continued. “Yeah they found them just not alive…turns out they were apart of a demonic cult…and died by ritual suicide” He said. “Shit just gets crazier and crazier” I replied as I calmed down knowing they were dead. 

“Yeah well enough of that, I was wondering if you wanted to go out for coffee or something you know when you're not busy?” Rindou asked awkwardly. “ Yeah for sure let me know when you're free” I replied with a small chuckle. We said goodbye and hung up. My mom came back a few minutes later with some warm soup. We ate and watched movies on the tv till she fell asleep. Even though my first time at summer camp ended in a complete and unimaginable utter disaster, I’m glad I survived, even if it’s selfish to think that. I glanced at my sleeping mom and soon joined her in her slumber. 

Authors note: Exams are coming up and I lwk rushed it because I didn't want to leave it unfinished but I'll probably rewrite it when Im done with them.💔

[arach-tinilith]

Thinking about companion!Naadja and her story arc again.

You'd probably recruit her at the hag's lair because she'd go for a cure but just end up bothering Auntie Ethel and Mayrina. If you intimidate Auntie Ethel into giving you Mayrina AND her hair you get like +5 approval off the bat.

The tadpole connection would show you Naadja’s pov of escaping Menzobarranzan and making her way to the surface.

She'll have a random in-camp conversation where she just whines about how bad of a time she's having.

Then her first romance where she bullies tav, laughs at them for wanting her so bad, and making them crawl to sleep with her.

Act 1 underdark, there's a camp cutscene where assasins try to kill her but a mysterious force intervenes. Which like, Naadja says is Eilistraee protecting her but she realizes it's Zafyna getting territorial over who gets to kill her ex.

She doesn't reveal ANYTHING about her past unless you pass a check, and she'll wait until beginning act 2 to tell tav her sordid past. By the time she does reveal it, tav's dialogue options are

1. We've all got our history. Thank you for telling me.

2. How can we trust you if you kept this to yourself?

3. You were married?

And to expand on that: no, Naadja was never married. Obviously she just took a consort. I just think its funny putting her in a black widow archetype when relative to drow age, she's like 21. She explains she only took the consort because of her history with failure, the graduation adding pressure for her to be successful, and that taking a Baenre as a consort was supposed to bolster her influence. But again it sounds way better to say "my husband died under mysterious circumstances" while she holds a long cigarette holder between her silk gloved fingers.

By act 2 after the first trip to moonrise, there'll be another assassination attempt, this time actually by Zafyna. Naadja doesn't die and its definitely bc the emperor keeps her safe while she's bleeding out in the shadowlands after Zafyna revivified her. Do NOT ask me how okayif he can save her from falling to her death he can put a fantasy iv bag in her.

Anyway act 2 romance, she's obviously really torn up about seeing Zafyna, accepting death and being brought back to life just to be pretty physically drained. So it's her emotionally opening up and tav has sappy angsty missionary sex with her while she's holding back tears and clinging to them for dear life.

After beating Ketheric, she tells you she wants you to claim the absolute's power and lead an attack on her house. She's honestly panicking at this point and says it's because she wants you to be powerful but she's realizing she'll never be safe from Lolth's forces until they're all dead/under your(her) control. She'll stay with either way you respond but she'll pout if you say no.

Act 3 you go to Sharess' Caress and she's apprehended by Zafyna AGAIN (optional Zafyna companion coming up) and she says Zafyna got tadpoled at Moonrise and she needs refuge and wouldn't it be sooo cool if her ex girlfriend tagged along for the ride 🥺

If you say no she dumps you. If you say yes she'll try to convince you to NOT be the absolute but seriously you should help her and Zafyna take down house Duskryn

Naadja is a prime target for Orin kidnapping. She gets taken and if you save her/kill orin you get her Act 3 romance which is her trying to dom and tie you up BUT you can pass intimidation checks and she'll be a bratty rope bunny for you (also i hope it's clear here that her mode of processing trauma is sexualizing it and recontextualing her experiences for her satisfaction. Hence her wanting to tie you up but she enjoys it no matter who's domming)

Also with the drow twins, she's down. Like her banter when she sees them is "oh drow! We should see if they're for sale" and she's A-okay with anyone joining she'll remark that it's reminiscent of the orgies she attended in Menzobarranzan.

Her greeting are as follows:

Neutral-

"Salutations"

"You wished to speak with me?"

Negative-

"What is it now?"

"Ah, it's you"

"And? Did you want something?"

High/Very High Approval-

"Anything you need?"

"I was wondering when you'd come to me" (flirty)

"Treasured friend, how can I assist?"

Dating/Romanced-

"Quarth uns'aa" (command me. Only at very high approval and romance)

"Anything for you" (gorjus)

"How can I please you?"

[coffeeman777]

hi pastor kreg! i have two questions.

can you explain the Isreali-Hamas war a bit? because the news and the media are so conflicting about everything. I know its not a black and white issue, and on the one hand, I agree with Isreal in the fact that they were the ones who gave up their land for the Palestinian people in the first place, and Hamas attacked first. I understand that the Isreali government feels like it has to push back harder than it ever has before, because it is such a small, young nation, and they KNOW that their persecution will not stop because the Bible (both old and new Testments) say so (not to mention that there are a slew of countries whose agenda is to destroy Isreal). but on the other hand, there is so much news about Isreal doing horrific things, like rumors of death camps and hurting civilians. and that Hamas, the terrorist organization, is not the same as Palestine, but Palestine has also *allowed* them to take over their country politically, economically, and socially. I just don't know what or who to believe, and what other gray areas I need to consider in my choices.

i keep getting asks to support Gazan refugees. like on the one hand, OF COURSE I support all of the civilians who have nothing to do with this! but by giving them support, whether financially or just by posting about it, I support ALL of their agenda to free Palestine, which I am pretty sure in don't agree with, but I'm not positive yet. so far ive just been not answering these asks but they're getting harder to ignore, especially when a lot of my mutuals do support Palestine. not in a ultra crazy way like most do, but they're just reposting some of the expose stuff.

im just having a hard time with answers (cause a lot of these people don't know what they are talking about) and wanted some sort of advice. thanks.

Heya!

So, I'm very much on Israel's side in this whole thing. To state it simply, Hamas has been attacking and killing innocent Israelis for decades. Their goal is the complete eradication of Israel. Hamas isn't interested in peace or a two state solution; they want Israel gone, wiped off the map.

Hamas terrorists are cowards. When they attack Israel, they run and hide behind women and children to prevent Israel from retaliating. They whine and cry to the leftist media about how horrible Israel is and generate ridiculous anti-Israel propaganda. So many times, desiring not to kill innocent civilians and being under the weight of intense pressure from the international community, Israel has backed off and let Hamas go. Hamas then regroups, stockpiles weapons, makes new plans, and attacks Israel again. This cycle has been going on for as long as I can remember.

On October 7th, Hamas invaded Israel and butchered a huge number of innocent Israelis, raped many Israeli women, took a bunch of hostages, and even shot and beheaded Israeli babies. This was by far the worst Hamas attack in recent history. Israel said enough is enough, we're taking Hamas out and rescuing our people who were kidnapped. Hamas has done the same thing they always do, but this time Israel isn't backing down. And they shouldn't. Israel has a right to exist in their own land and defend themselves.

Israel is doing everything they possibly can to save civilians in Gaza. All the stuff you hear about death camps and the like is completely false. If Israel wanted to kill everyone in Gaza, including civilians, they could easily do it. They could glass the whole Gaza strip if they wanted, kill every living thing there. But they haven't done that, and they won't. Israel has continually put their own people at risk to provide help to the Palestinian civilians. But they're committed to bringing Hamas down. They have to be.

It is heartbreaking that innocents have died in this conflict, but their blood is on Hamas, not Israel. Even after everything, Israel has offered numerous ceasefire agreements to Hamas, but Hamas has rejected them all. If Hamas would release the Israeli captives and surrender, the fight would be over tomorrow. But Hamas won't play ball. Israel has no choice.

I don't believe anything I hear in the news from leftist outlets. I don't believe the horrible things they're saying about Israel, because in my experience, it's always half truths spun to make Israel look bad, or else just outright lies about what's happening. The same sort of tactics the leftist media uses to discredit and attack conservatives here in America.

As for supporting refugees, if it can't be done without also supporting the anti-Israel propaganda, then I wouldn't do it. Seek the Lord about other ways you can help.

I hope this post is useful to you. My personal conviction is to stay on Israel's side and be a blessing to the Jewish people as much as possible. I think this is the correct position for all Christians to take.

Take care, be blessed!

EDIT:

I apologize, I forgot to make a correction. I'm not actually a pastor, just an ordained minister. The difference is that, while I have credentials to preach and teach, I'm not serving as the head of any congregation of Christians.

[compacflt]

I was wondering if you had thoughts about how Ice and Mav's politics don't fully align with their actions? There was a post where you said Ice's politics are more socially liberal than Mav's but Mav is also the one who goes out to La Jolla to hit on guys before Ice, and later again when he's broken up with Ice, but Ice only goes out with women out of fear for his honor or whatever. Same with their respective thoughts on feminism, with Mav's mild respect for Charlie (telling Ice not all women fit the stereotype) but later Ice is the one who sends Juno to Mav's Top Gun class without telling him she's a woman and Ice has a respectful friendship with Juno. I think you said Ice is vaguely on the ace-aro spectrum (demi-homoromantic) which is a sort of fascinating irony that he doesn't have the words for it whereas Mav is the one with the theories about Ice's sexuality. Though with their hypocrisies and inconsistencies this all just feeds into their characterizations of the fact that they keep divorcing their actions from their spoken words from their identities.

okay going to take this point by point

1. yes i have addressed their politics in relation to their actions before, so maybe read this post and this post before you read this one, just to see where my other thoughts line up

2. gay republicans and conservatives do exist (at the very least certainly republicans and conservatives who have gay sex in secret)

3. before maverick is a political actor he is a human being, and the characterization that we are primarily given for him is that he is impulsive and reckless and doesn’t think through his actions. As ive written about many times before—from a story construction standpoint, his thoughtlessness is his number one most important character trait. He is both thoughtlessly dangerous (his hero’s “fatal flaw;” he can’t stop himself from making bad decisions) and thoughtlessly brilliant (the navy’s best and most daring and heroic pilot). He does what he wants without thinking about it; and he makes excuses and hollow promises whenever that plan doesn’t work out (“I know better than that. It will never ever happen again;” [it happens again] “I’m not gonna let you down. I promise.” [goose dies shortly thereafter]). His thoughtless impulsiveness overrides everything else. Maybe the act of having gay sex (to address your “he gets fucked in La Jolla before ice” point) is politically subversive, but for Maverick’s thoughtless character that we are shown in Top Gun, the most subversive possible thing would be to LABEL the gay sex and think through the consequences of it. To call a spade a spade and call himself gay or bi or queer or whatever. That would be the most subversive (and with mav, entirely unbelievable imo) possible thing. That takes conscious effort of thought, something maverick is near-incapable of doing. As long as he can get away with it without thinking about it, he’s politically in the clear, with regards to his character & character arc. If that makes sense. “Don’t think. Just do.” That’s literally his motto lmfao. He represents thoughtless action as an archetype; his politics come secondary to his desires

4. Their “respective thoughts on feminism” are divided into two camps: 1. “Professional as required by the law” and 2. “Sex pest mode.” They’re naval officers in the 1980s. Whether republican or democrat, that’s kind of par for the course. How men treat women can be a performance to other men. Any respect i made them show towards women had broader, more metatextual “need to move the conversation/story from A to B” reasoning behind it. See the first post I linked for much more on that.

5. i never said ice was on the ace/aro spectrum, or if i did i DEFINITELY meant it sarcastically. That could not be further from what i believe. This isn’t something I’ve ever discussed on this blog before, but a MASSIVE part of the philosophical discussion I’ve been trying to moderate within this project over the last year is the question— “do labels even work with characters under these very specific and extraordinarily extreme conditions and societal pressures?” It’s a question I took from my time studying early American history—the contexts of certain environments, and I would definitely count the elite officer ranks of the navy in the 90s and 2000s as one of these certain environments, simply Are Not Conducive to the easier (path of least resistance maybe) ways we civilians handle sexuality and friendship and trauma. There are so many variables and external and internal pressures within an environment like the upper ranks of career navy officers that sexual orientation labels lose all nuance and accuracy. I don’t think Ice (as i have written him) is gay. I don’t think he’s straight. I don’t think he’s bi. I think he��s an unlabelable product of too many variables for labels to have any effect on how he is perceived. Which, in our society built around labels and categories, is admittedly difficult to wrestle with. But doesn’t make it any less worth wrestling with.

6. Yes, ice and mav’s hypocrisy is the linchpin of the entire story.

They’re both trying to have their cake (“honor” and moral superiority based on the harmful traditional subjective morals arbitrated by elite navy officership) and eat it too (a fulfilling relationship with the love of their lives). & the point is that they cant. they have to settle for one.

[animentality]

You can ignore this if you want, as it’s not necessarily of your interest. I just had to complain somewhere outside the echo chamber of my mutuals and you’re a reasonable person.

The change they made for Gale devalues his entire companion quest. It is a roleplaying game, and sometimes you have to make decisions and sacrifices in an epic story to get something you want.

And if you want Gale in your party, you have to “put up with” giving him like a maximum of 3 magical items for the first arc. Are you truly bothered by it, you can pick him up a little later and then just go and meet Elminster. And then he is out of your hair for the rest of the game. There is an abundance of magical items in the Baldur’s Gate 3 universe. Not to mention that most magical gear you find in arc 1 will be out-levelled quickly as hell anyway. But having to be Oh So Kind and give him the scraps of your loot is too much?

Then get someone else in your party ig. You can literally respec anyone into a wizard if you need that so desperately for arc 1. Sell the useless magic crap that doesnt fit any of your builds and you have the money.

But it was so annoying that Larian had to make it optional.

(And i admit that either my game bugged a lot, or there was/is a need to gently alter his programmed behaviour as to not run away the second you ask him to wait once (happened twice for me, but i suspect its a bug from what ive seen) and that can be annoying. But giving him a reasonable condition for staying is not bad. And idk how he acts outside of the party, but I would guess you have to deal even less with that if he’s just at camp for the first arc.)

No, I fully agree.

And I say this as someone who didn't like Gale initially. Not so much for the magical items thing, but more because every time he died, he'd leak necrotic all over me.

But Larian making the companions nicer in general, like...let them be toxic?

It makes them more interesting.

More real. Of course Lae'zel is going to be rude, she's been trained to be a cold and heartless warrior. Of course Gale is going to be rude, he will die without magical items, and he has a chronic condition that leaves him in pain most of the time?

Like don't change these things, short of fixing weird bugs, of course, just because you think the players don't like certain characterizations.

Stick to your guns!!

Also feel free to whine about anything in my inbox! I love a good whine. I love when people actually engage critically with media they like.

[doodlebugdrawz]

HELLO I HAVE COME WITH A RAINWORLD UPDATE!

I tamed a lizard yesterday, I named him Spike 🥰🥰 Unfortunately he blocked my entrance to the hibernation hole, so we both ended up dying via rain because he wouldn't move :( Working on getting him back!

Made it to the end of the cycle list thing! The one that looks like an umbrella that's producing rain symbol. Haven't noticed much of a change hjgfss

Basically just camping the Industrial district for now, it actually seems easier than the Outskirts, and the very top of the map actually seems really great for hunting for birds / accessing berries

THESE THINGS TERRIFY ME. I haven't died to one yet because they're so derpy and slow, but JEEZ they scare me. Design is cool, though!

Also omw to the Garbage area today! I already got a glimpse of one of those spear-wielding creatures on the way there, but I had to hurry back to my hibernation hole since I had to leave 😭 Will continue that path later!

THE LAZER EYEBALLS ARE TERRIFYING WHAT??? AND THEY HOLD YOU HOSTAGE???

Also YOU CAN SHOOT THESE THINGS AND THEY'LL GLOW. Idk if that's what you're SUPPOSED to do or not, but the Yellow Worm indicated that I should, so I threw a spear at it and it started glowing after two or three throws!!! Pretty!!

ALSO ALSO ALSO I FOUND BLUE VERSIONS OF THE WORM!!! IT HAS A FAMILY!!

Yellow Worm and Blue Worms saying 'skill issue' to my slugcat after it gets a depressing dream about missing its own family

Anyway there's my Rainworld update for the dayyyy having fun hunting bird bats and my reflexes with jumping and evading lizards has gotten a lot better ^-^

OOOOO!!!! the cycle list is called karma :3 karma is basically what lets you progress through the karma gates, so if a karma gates requirement is 3 karma and you have 2 you cant pass :3

yeah i always used the top of the industrial complex to get food! although the vultures ARE terrifying, but vultures are more interested in lizards (except they ignore green ones) if a vulture grabs a lizard you can quickly run past cuz ive seen them come back after grabbing one lizard </3

I LOVE SCAVENGERS (the spear-wielding creatures) if you see them in a big group throw a pearl at them and youll be allowed to go past :) they love pearls

LZAER EYEBALLS???? ARE YOU TALKING ABOYT OVERSEERS????? overseers cant hurt you dont worry 😭😭

the red plant is a popcorn plant! you just need to shoot it with one spear and you can jump over it a few times like huddle it and youll obtain some food (it has unlimited food) :3

YESS!!!! theres multiple variations of the overseers, belonging to different iterators!!!! the blue one is a five pebbles overseer and the yellow one is a looks to the moon overseer :3

TEHEHE the yellow overseers name is iggy btw :3 but i dont think the blue ones have a name.. you can totally name them!!! iggy points to stuff and it can tell you what stuff is before seeing it, such as danger

yipppeee!!!! youre progressing so much faster than i did lol i mostly stayed in the same place for awhile cuz i would constantly get stuck and then start IMMEDIATELY moving again, i think i spent the longest amount of time in outskirts and in industrial? then i speeded through garbage wastes and shorelines lol

i have a few rainworld screenshots too if you want hehe :3 i read the wiki like its a book btw so if you have any questions you can ask me and i probably have an answer

[blookmallow]

hey who wants some fuckign. fallout oc lore

nobody, probably. is that going to stop me. absolutely not. here's everything you never needed to know about my new vegas courier (my first one/my main file, also my first time playing a fallout in the first place)

ive probably posted some of this somewhere before but heres the exhaustive info dump version. also heres some random picrews/dolls of her, the first one is the best one. her hair is supposed to be vaguely purple tinted but picrews never have that exact shade

Bonnie Sterling - The Courier. Lone Ranger of the Mojave wasteland

Nicknames: "Bon" on occasion (mostly the King. also calls her "My Bonnie" often). i want her to have a really cool nickname as a ghoul later in life but i cannot figure one out.

i also think if things had gone differently and benny hadn't died in caesar's camp he'd call her "bonbon"

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current plot status: Completed main storyline and every questline I could find. I went with independent vegas as my endgame but I don't think bonnie would've kicked the NCR out completely so I'm going with, she probably figured a way to negotiate a truce or something. mostly im just not thinking too hard about it since new vegas just sticks you in endgame limbo forever anyway since the game Ends when you do the final quest. Completed Dead Money and Old World Blues (but there might still be some bits left around that i didnt finish).

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Faction Info:

NCR: Idolized. Works closely with them most of the time, but doesn't agree with everything they do.

The Kings: Idolized. Only faction she has explicitly joined. Has a close, unspecified relationship with the King. Regrets getting the NCR involved with them, but couldn't find a better solution without more bloodshed.

Caesar's Legion: Vilified. Kills legionnaires on sight. Hopes to one day take out every last one of them.

Brotherhood of Steel: Neutral. Stays out of their way, stays out of their business. Has helped them out a few times, though. (I'll be honest I cannot figure out what the hell the brotherhood is doing or stands for or anything in new vegas so i just left that one alone)

Great Khans: Mostly neutral. Doesn't really like them, per se, but is able to maintain civility with them, and convinced them not to side with Caesar.

mostly if you support the legion, you're her enemy. otherwise, it pretty much boils down to "can you be reasonably negotiated with? then we're okay"

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Family: Mother, Cathy Sterling (deceased; suicide.) Father, Russell "Rusty" Sterling (deceased; combination of illnesses over time. Bonnie thinks the radiation caught up with him in the end.) (My 76 dweller Robin Larkspur is her great-great-great-great-great-grandmother.)

Partner/s: Ex-wife, Jolene (Unofficially divorced. Status and location unknown.) Undefined ongoing Something with the King, but immediately deflects any questions asked about it. Unlikely to ever really get serious, though the King often claims he'll get her to marry him one day. he's probably joking, but then, maybe he's not. (no basis in canon for this but ive decided it. try and stop me)

Found Family: Ed-E (best friend forever. she takes it everywhere and is extremely protective of it). Arcade (practically a brother), Raul (close friend, reminds her of her grandfather. he's the only one she has left in her future ghoul days.) Doc Mitchell (like an uncle to her. she visits him often and is still grateful to him for saving her life.)(edit: i keep calling him doc marten. that's Not His Name)

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Notable Injuries: Gunshot wound to the head (Benny in the Goodsprings cemetery. scar, some neurological damage). Machete lacerations on her arm and neck (Benny in the deathmatch at Caesar's camp. Scars.) Frequent ongoing radiation poisoning and early stages of ghoulification after the events of New Vegas and the Sierra Madre/starts showing up around Big MT. Lung damage due to smoking, wasteland life, and exposure to the red mist post-Sierra Madre. Suffers from PTSD from the Sierra Madre. Acquires a cybernetic heart and spine at Big MT. (I have not yet played the other DLCs so I don't know what ELSE is going to happen, )

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Favorite Items: pool balls (i obsessively steal these every time i see one. i have so many), dinosaur toys, cigarettes, whiskey, mentats, sunset sarsaparilla. Will use any weapon she can get her hands on, but likes a good old fashioned pistol best.

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Future: Never has children. Becomes a ghoul eventually, too stubborn to die and increasingly reckless with radiation over time - part mojave legend, part cryptid.

I think, probably, she and the King drift apart after a while. He might've been serious about her once, but he saw she was pulling away (though he didn't know it was because she was starting to turn ghoul) and knew she wasn't much the settling down type anyway. He let her go, but always wished he hadn't. (I don't know if he ever finds out what happened. Not sure how he would react- I feel like he wouldn't just outright reject her, but the changes would be disturbing to him. She becomes less and less willing to let anyone see or touch her body as she changes more.)

She fully isolates herself (with the exception of Raul) when she turns. she lives for hundreds of years, until she finally just vanishes into the desert and is never seen again. maybe she's out there still. nothing in the whole goddamned wasteland could manage to kill her, and not for lack of trying

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Has some memory loss from the gunshot injury; probably has a few screws loose in general. Her hands shake sometimes and she gets frequent headaches. Often doesn't sleep for several days at a time.

chainsmoker. drinks a lot but can handle her liquor. has a bit of a mentats habit that only got worse after the brain injury. she isn't blatantly reckless, at least most of the time, but just doesn't care very much about her health. once you've survived getting shot in the head nothing really seems like that big of a risk anymore.

general attitude of Anything Goes - whatever happens will happen. whatever situations she finds herself in, she'll find herself out of, one way or another. or not, for that matter. she figures she won't be all that concerned about it if she's dead, anyway.

from oklahoma originally - you can definitely hear it in her accent

good at tinkering and figuring things out, but never had any kind of actual education or training - learned a lot from her father, though. she's taken to reading pre-war books about anything and everything when she comes across them. learned some combat training from her dealings in the NCR, and some functional medical knowledge from doc mitchell.

A drifter who just sort of wanders around looking for oddities, mysteries, people she can help, things to keep busy with. vaguely wants to find the men who wanted her dead - not really for revenge. just to know why. but ultimately she's just trying to live whatever kind of life she has left, and help whoever she can

has a very uncanny ability to solve problems by just asking nicely. she isn't particularly witty or charming - just really unsettlingly calm. something about her catches people off guard. she doesn't really fear anyone or anything, but knows when she's outnumbered or outmatched, and has no problem walking away. "pride's damn easy to swallow when y'keep it in a small enough pill."

isn't really on anyone's Side, but will do what she can to resolve conflict - she doesn't much care about who started it or why or who's right or who's wrong. she just thinks the world would be a little nicer if everyone stopped shooting at each other so much. she doesn't really hold grudges well, and nobody's too crazy for her to stop and listen to.

she does, however, occasionally find reasons to care. after she saw what the legion did to nipton, she's firmly against them, but also isn't interested in running after them with guns blazing. if she had an opportunity to help bring them down, though, she would. [HOWEVER: After the Sierra Madre, something broke in her. after surviving that, and having seen the NCR do nothing enough times, her long-suffering patience finally ran out. she took matters into her own hands, and with a stealth boy and a damn good gun, she broke into the legion camp and assassinated caesar herself, alone. one day she intends to go back to take out the rest of them.] ((yes i did do this. i don't know how i got out of there alive. i was really surprised by how little actually changed by doing this but i do still want to go back and try to kill the rest of them. fuck you legion))

can be very detached and cold hearted if pushed far enough. if she needs to kill you, she will.

can't stand the silence of the wilderness, so she listens to the radio near constantly. developing a complicated love-hate relationship with mr. new vegas, her oftentime only companion out in the desert. often listens to the black mountain station as well, following the drama and raving like her own personal soap opera (post tabitha plotline she misses it a lot. doesn't feel good about killing her)

hates underground/enclosed spaces and becomes mildly panicked if she feels trapped. hates vaults but knows there's often useful/interesting things in them, so she ends up exploring them anyway

has a habit of picking up odds and ends she finds around the wasteland and has filled her Novac apartment and half the lucky 38 with junk she swears could be useful one day, somehow. started collecting pool balls and has now practically developed a compulsion around them. seems to end up with another dinosaur every time she stops by the novac gift shop

frequently just jumps off railings/small cliffs because stairs take too long. this absolutely drives arcade up the wall and he hates trying to keep up with her. self preservation instinct sometimes just Doesn't

played guitar years ago. doesn't think she'd remember anymore, but some part of her hopes to find one someday to see if it's still in her somewhere. [post-sierra madre: she did find one, and against all odds managed to get it home. she didn't touch it for months, recovering from the trauma, but has started toying with it a little. she's not as good as she once was, but it's starting to come back.]

fiercely protective of ed-e, and never goes anywhere without it. (in my mind ed-e comes too even if she has other companions, game limitations be damned) doesn't really trust most people to travel with her for long. spends the most time with arcade and raul otherwise. (has traveled with veronica and cass briefly, but doesn't know either of them all that well, and doesn't really trust the brotherhood enough to let veronica very close. i havent really spent enough time with lily to decide what their dynamic is. i love her though)

brought a sarsaparilla star badge for primm slim. he loves it

also gives stars to all her companions and insists they wear them. refuses any explanation as to why. may in fact just be messing with them. she taped one on to ed-e as well.

as much as she loves arcade, kicked him out of the lucky 38 for stealing her rare nuka colas (this is canon. he did this to me.) raul is the only one who lives there. she doesn't really like sharing a living space, but the lucky 38 has plenty of room, and she trusts raul more than anyone else (and over time he becomes her oldest friend, given her eventual ghoul lifespan)

often sits and talks with no-bark. doesn't understand most of what he says, but she likes to listen anyway

stops to visit rotface every time she's in town. i wish i could be his friend i love him

sometimes goes to visit victor (or what's left of him) in goodsprings, even though for all she can tell, he's dead. treats his deactivated shell like a grave. doesn't understand what happened to him and can't figure out how to fix him.

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was badly traumatized at Caesar's camp. seeing how many of them there were, talking to the slave women and seeing the pain and emptiness in their faces, hearing the cold laughter of the legionnaires and feeling their eyes on her did something to her. she felt scared for the first time in years. she was given her revenge, and it felt awful. after everything benny did to her, she felt nothing but disgusted with herself when he lay dead at her feet.

(note: I had intended to spare him here, but then discovered there was practically no way to get him out alive, and nothing actually happens from what ive read if you somehow do get him to survive. so like...... he's Supposed to die here. i decided the next most in character decision i could make was to at least make it a fair fight. i think that turned out to be more narratively interesting anyway) (i cant explain my feelings for benny. i don't know why i didn't want revenge. i don't know why i felt so empty after he was dead)

has deep scars across her neck and her arm from the machete duel. She still uses Benny's lighter, and refuses to talk about it.

she also suffered severe trauma in the Sierra Madre incident. she was fully delirious when she came back to the mojave, and managed to stumble her way to camp forlorn hope before she collapsed and remained unconscious for several days. the NCR medics weren't sure she would make it. she finally awoke in a blind incomprehensible panic. after some time, she calmed down to a numb, raw emptiness, and still refused any explanation for where she had been or what had happened to her - just insisting to the point of desperation that she had to get home. She never talks about the Sierra Madre. Not to anyone. She has lasting lung damage from the effects of the Cloud to this day.

Wanders the wastes looking for Dog from time to time, but never saw him again. She has PTSD around beeping noises, and cannot stand feeling anything against her neck. Has fully torn collars off of her shirts just to relieve this anxiety before.

Oddly, waking up with her organs missing in Big MT wasn't nearly as much of a shock. maybe by the time she was forced to admit it was the truth she'd just already accepted it. the whole thing felt like a fever dream anyway. (john mulaney voice) this might as well happen

actually found the Sink a very agreeable place to live - the talking appliances were. eccentric, but she liked their company, and the place suits her just fine. she found herself becoming quite comfortable there, though she was worried about leaving ED-E behind in the Mojave with no way to let it know she was okay

made it through Big MT without violence (well. against the robots, anyway. there was a lot of violence) finding she actually quite liked Dr. Mobius when she found him. she still visits him often.

left her heart and spine behind in the Sink; the thought chills her sometimes, but her cybernetic new parts make her feel a little bit stronger.

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backstory

Only child. her mother cathy was a strange, melancholy woman who never smiled and was always ill, likely radiation sickness. she was mentally ill, as well, and spent most of her time staring off into space with blank, empty eyes. bonnie's father claimed she wasn't always like that, but never said a word about what had happened to her. Cathy committed suicide via taking as many chems at once as she could when Bonnie was 12 years old.

Her father Rusty was a rough, stubborn man, and was often hard on her, but loved her, and taught her how to survive. he smoked and drank a lot, and didn't care to watch his radiation levels, believing he was strong enough to withstand it (and didn't take much stock in threats he couldn't see). He was injured when bonnie was around 19, and his health declined rapidly, but he refused to see a doctor. He died, maybe from radiation, maybe from infection, maybe from a lot of things. Bonnie misses him, but felt it was inevitable that something would take him eventually (Note Rusty is descended from Robin/from Ash, but I don't have all those blanks filled in)

Bonnie once had a wife - Jolene. things ended very poorly. Jolene betrayed her and sold her out to a group of gangsters (for what reason/exact context i dont really know) - bonnie almost killed her in anger and grief, but shot the wall above her head instead and left her there. She never saw her again. doesn't know if jolene is alive or dead, and isn't sure which news would be worse.

✨ bonnie

[cazuela-time]

i played dbd today and me and my duo got matched w another duo- legion massacred my friend and their friend at 4 gens left so i just went 😐 damn and went to look at the map

so i was like "dude ive never been here before look at this cool room" to my friend who was spectating me beyond the grave- looking at everything and chatting while waiting to get got (my heart was constantly beating frantically until it wasnt and then the other guy got got)

long story short the other guy dies (i wanted to go get them while on death hook and injured but they were literally across the map - they were so low on blood i could not make it in time even if i had every speed perk in the game) so i go damn, lemme cut this short so i can meet u in the lobby (to my duo).

so i go out to go find the killer to die and i see the hatch (i have no freaking clue where it spawns -also aparently it makes a sound but for the life of me i cannot hear it - but i was 100% waiting to die violently) and i take it ofc

next game we get matched w the same guys ( I didn't realize for a fucking while) - me & my duo do like 3 or 4 of the gens with them, i go unhook everyone everytime, i heal them, take hits, act as a distraction so they can go get healed, and i generally thought we were having a good time doing gens together.

we reunite all together and while doing the final gen i go "hey i only realized now, but isnt this the guy from before?? lolol hii random nice to see u" while my duo goes 'how do u remember every random we come across?' and then the killer comes and the other duo bodyblocks me but i ofc think they didnt mean to and just wait on hook. my friend comes to get me while they open the gate.

me & my friend get got while opening the other gate and i go dang, at least they got out. AND THEN I GO TO SEE MY SCORES AND IN CHAT THEYRE LIKE " haha yess karma bc u camped" and i went "what" and i thought they meant that i didnt unhook them so i said bruh sorry but u were literally across the map i could not have gotten u in time and they were just mean saying i was a bad teammate and saying a lot of stuff i didn't bother reading bc i just went to lobby and ignored their yapping.

then we got matched together FOUR MORE TIMES 😭😭😭😭😭 they were asking me my ds by the 2nd time - i accepted their friend request as a memento bc it was kinda funny seing them repeatedly but my duo absolutely hates them lmao he will not forget nor forgive that they were mean to me

also we absolutely slayed the next few matches 🧍i dont really hold grudges so i risked my life for em and unhooked them and healed them - i get i maybe got too carried away w my hopelessness and didnt do a gen in that first match but damn why do people feel the need to be mean bro

i cant be like that, and my duo HATES ME for this, but i play extremely altruistically - i WILL take the hit, unhook you, distract the killer w my shit loops, do the most outrageously positioned gen, and run from one end to the map to the other to unhook ANYONE. do i get screwed over most times? yes. do i get left on hook? yeah. but i will keep ppaying like that bc i like being nice. i will literally DIE as in get myself killed just so some random can get hatch.

i do get mad when people leave me or anyone else on hook, dont do gens, or just generally play bad, but i wil NEVER tell them or publicly shame them unless they're being mean to someone else or toxic in any way

[papakhan]

i think you misunderstood me. i wasn't trying to say you were misinterpreting the character, just that you approach him somewhat differently than i do, in some significant ways, and maybe not even him per se, just "what comes next", so to speak.

i also wasn't saying that boone shouldn't feel remorse about what hes done, because, like, yeah, he really damn should. and unfortunately the bias against the great khans that permeate the games writing rears its ugly head again--i mean, some of the fan favorites call them dirty people who need to be chased out of the mojave, and while that in itself isnt bad writing (characters can be bigoted and biased), it feels like the player is given very little in terms of retaliating against those statements and the games assumed status quo that the ncr supposedly has more legitimacy in its presence than the khans do. i was more getting at where that remorse would take him, because as you said, his storyline is largely concerned with his own feelings while the game gives you no real way to make him snap the hell out of it, stop justifying the atrocities he was a part of as some inevitability he sadly has to bear, and overall stop making it about himself and open his tiny eyes to whats actually happening and what can be done. like, yeah, he could go from suicidal gestures to groveling, and again to be clear he should feel sorry, but i feel like thats still centering his emotional journey.

as for defending bitter springs, like. yes, the refugee camp at bitter springs is in itself an ugly truth of an image of the ncr, revealing it as a force that tramples over people and commits atrocities and then names itself protectors of whats left. terrible protectors too, seeing how poor and understaffed the refugee camp is. i wish that in itself couldve had some sort of impact on the man as well. still, in terms of material consequences, boone protected the refugees, and while once again that doesnt Repay for anything or Make Up for anything, i dont think it was necessarily the ultimate point of the quest. as you pointed out, it wasnt great khans he protected from the legion, it was refugees from arizona and the handful of ncr staff. theres not any kinda neat bow put on it, there's no coming full circle. being denied a selfish "heroic" death in favor of, like, protecting some people he doesnt know, i think its interesting and could serve as a way to pull him out of this spiral. maybe its wishful thinking on my part, but the difference between novac boone and post-independent boone IS that ncr has completely withdrawn from the area and boone took part in the actions that lead to that. but i could just be wishing things had been written differently. oh! and you brought up giving him up to the great khans to judge, its something ive thought about before, and i wish it was something you could do in the game.

anyway... im sorry if i came off as confrontational in my first anon, i saw that you were answering asks about it and i wanted to offer my own perspective. none of it was said to undermine yours.

well first of all I'd like to say I'm sorry for being hostile, it's difficult for me to interpret tone at the best of times and even worse over text so I appreciate you telling me that didnt mean to sound confrontational and i'm sorry for taking it that way

i think its just frustrating to me that like. idk the Joshua Graham dickriding has died down a bit recently because people have finally figured out that despite the game framing him as the good guy hes actually still a terrible person and the writers were wrong for what they did (the racism most of all) but then people still lick Boones/the NCR's boots

but your perspective is refreshing i think youre right yeah, Boone shouldn't really be the centre of the "victims of the bitter springs massacre" because. he's not a victim. he is a perpetrator. on that you have made me realise that yeah even if hes begging for forgiveness even then its still bad for it to centre him at all

And the Khans being one of the power houses of Vegas pre-NCR is woefully underexplored but tbh given how the rest of the Khans are handled I don't even think its a time constrains thing its just a writers thing. i've complained enough about how the Followers treat the Khans in game not really lining up with how they used to work together / can work together in the future but that's a whole other thing

i still think the fight for bitter springs is still the climax of the I Forgot to Remember to Forget questline, its supposed to be what snaps boone out of it and lets the player come to some kind of resolution with him. They're not exactly good or helpful resolutions, because as I have said before he still doesn't respect the Khans and as you have also said this is a problem with the game as a whole. and he's still protecting people he doesnt know for ultimately selfish reasons. It's a step. I guess. and yknow its a video game with only two conclusions for a quest, the rest of those steps are kind of up to interpretation.

its the beauty of fanworks and what have you. like I said my perspective is more one of frustration. Me liking the Khans so much and examining the game from their POV when the game kinda hates them and that feeds into the fanart/writing and looking at Boone is just. I'm just tired

[notthestarwar]

For your WIP folder…. Omg it’s so hard to choose. Wonder Soldier AU with Kix?

thank you so much for the ask!!!

omg. this is the one im currently rotating in my brain. im SO VERY obsessed with it.

(im going to ramble so badly here lol pls dont feel you have to read it all but im VERY excited by this au)

ok so. ive been rereading the winter soldier comics. starting from the first reveal of him in captain america onwards. i feel like everyone knows about the 'who the hell is bucky scene' which is a real heartstopper but omg. there are so many moments that didnt make it in to the films. theres just so much feeling there and i see a huge paralell between a lot of stuff bucky goes through and the clones origin.

i'd seen winter soldier au's with various clones before, but there was always something missing for me. on my reread of the comics i realised what it was. the being out of time. finding yourself in the future unexpectedly. having to adapt. getting used to being alone. and then realising you arent. realising that someone you failed to save is here. is still maybe capable of being saved. is such a huge part for me. thats the driver of so much emotion.

and i realised that there IS a part of star wars that makes me feel kinda similar. Kix's story. Kix finds himself waking up in a galaxy that has moved on. theres no room for him anymore. he was once a part of something, but now he isnt. he's never been alone before, but now he is, without question. he is the last of his kind. and after he finds out what happened, his identity as a medic is really threatened. his job was to heal his brothers, to save them. but when it mattered, he couldnt.

so then i started thinking. what would it be like for kix, facing this reckoning, having faced it for a while. finding himself a place in this new world, beginning to fight the first order. beginning to move on from something thats really quite impossible to ever truly move on from. what would it be like for him to face what steve rogers does in those comics?

for anyone that doesnt know, steve and buckys stories in the comics are slightly different. they are brought together because captain america needs a sidekick. they dont know each other before. and bucky is pretty much a kid at the time. he's 16. steve becomes like his older brother as they fight in ww2 with a superhero group called the invaders (pretty much like the avengers) against nazi superheroes and the like, unitil, just at the end of the war, they get captured. steve watches bucky being tortured, he cant stop it, and then when they escape, bucky sacrifices himself. the last thing steve sees before he gets frozen is bucky, just out of steves reach, unable to be saved after sacrificing himself for their cause. steve is awake in the ice in the comics. he has all those years to dwell on it, and when he gets out, the world has moved on and its far far too late to save anyone he knew.

buckys backstory has some real similarities with the clones. he grows up on a military camp, his dad dies when he's like 12 and he ends up staying as a kind of camp mascot. he grows up in the army. violence is every day for him. its all he knows. and when he gets recruited as captain americas sidekick. its all about the image. he is a propaganda tool. there to look like a kid so that other kids want to join up, but trained to be a killer. he is there to do the dirty work that captain america cant be seen doing. he's an assasin from the start. deadly efficient.

buckys return in the comics is delicious. it comes out of nowhere, to the reader and to steve rogers. he has been living in this new world and has accepted that noone will ever really understand him. anyone that survived ww2 looks at it with rose tinted glasses, but in a lot of ways to steve, he's still there. and then comes the winter soldier, a cold war relic, woken up to meet someone elses aims. in a lot of ways, it echos how steve has been working for america, putting out fire after fire, since he got out of the ice. the people around steve put the pieces together before he does and when they try and break it to him, he refuses to hear it. he wont look at their evidence. he simply cant. to know that not only could he not save this younger brother figure, but that while he was frozen, powerless, bucky was taken by the enemy and used in the worst kind of way. made to do things he never would have done (a big part of this is that bucky never would have worked against america. his patriotism was a huge part of his character thanks to his upbringing, which his handlers knew and found pretty funny. they used him to fight america because it was ironic). like omg. the paralells there! with the clones being raised to serve the republic, being raised to know nothing but loyalty because alll they knew was the military. and then having chips in their heads force them to do the last thing they ever would have done? again and again?

steve refuses to believe that its bucky. but we begin to see that he knows. he's just in denial. he fights the winter soldier and we have the 'who the hell is bucky moment' and then, his denial is shattered in the worst possible way. a dossier is delivered to him holding records from the winter soliders handlers from the start. he has to see the cold and impersonal documentation of the ppl that ripped his brother, his best friend, from death (from peace) so that he could be used against his country. he'd forgotten everything about who he was, all he had was the muscle memory of this fight. he could still fight. he was still a killer. these files document a kind of sick amusement from his handlers at his situation. his drs talk about him like he's an object for testing. (there are so many paralels here with the kamineese, palpatine, jango and how they treat the clones). worse than this. the files show that even without his memory, bucky fought them. during a mission in america he dropped off the radar, confused and lost, but trying to find something of himself. at this point they start wiping his memory after each mission and keeping him in stasis. he is no more than a tool. the whole thing is heart wretching. i know the movie version touched a lot of ppls hearts but. oh my god. it doesnt even touch the surface.

that feeling. those vibes. are the backbone of this au.

kix is beginning to move on. and then, the first order pull out the winter soldier. kix fights him and he's caught. because this stranger, decades after the last clone died, fights just like a clone. and against his will kix is just. pulled in. it feels like one last link to his brothers. he needs to know who trained this assasin. he needs to know more. this guy is like a ghost. the more he finds out the further he feels from any answers. what he finds. well none of it fits together. this guy has been doing this for decades. is he the first winter soldier? was he the one trained by a clone or was that his predecessor? his predecessors predecessor. kixs new war continues, as he investigates. this is simply a side quest. research to resolve his own curiosity.

and then, kix is fighting yet another battle. and in comes this guy. and as they fight, it gets to the point where its just kix and this assasin and the guys mask falls off. and he's a clone. and its an impossibility. its not something kix ever let himself imagine. how can there possibly be a clone here? how can he possibly be so young. he's hardly physically older than kix, in statis all these years, and the guy runs and kix is left. just. shellshocked. he goes back to his research. it doesnt make any sense.

time passes and kix realises who this winter soldier is. he knows him. not only that. he knows exactlly how they are controlling him. its the chips. the chips that kix was unable to save his brothers from. he woke up here and he thought it was too late for anything. his brothers long dead. him, unable to save any of them. he's a medic but he was not enough. yet. here is a chance. a chance at redemption. a brother, just one, that still needs saving. that kix has a chance of saving. and if he does. its someone that will understand. someone who knows what it is to be a clone. someone who knows what it is to wake up in a new galaxy, after years of stasis against your own will. its a chance.

the story deals with kix trying to face this. the whole thing is just like. emotional turmoil. he's given himself a impossible task. he's trying to save someone that does not want saving and very much wants to kill kix. in doing so he's having to face all this trauma and shit he had just accepted living with. and even worse. he gets to see a chipped clone in action. the lack of self preservation, the lack of control. kix gets to see what it would have been like for every one of their brothers. and he has to face that. its a journey thats kinda agonising. lots to face up to. lots to be dealt with. bad situation all round.

im so sorry for how long ive rambled but. oh my god im so utterly obsessed with this. its taken root in side me. the idea. the thought of them. gives me a feeling in my chest thats just. beyond words.

theres another post where i talk about it here also here

im just...screaming. the whole thing makes me want to scream and bite and never stop

ive yet to actually write anything that i can share loool cause ive just been chewing over the idea HOWEVER rest assured once i have something i'll be sharing it on here lol cause i need to yell about this au as much as possible

[lucigoo]

You know I can't wait for the FTH fic! 😍 I know you're going to do an amazing job, but I will have to say I'm super curious about "Still married you stupid dwarf" 😂

Because you gave me such a wonderful snippet that I squeled, you get 2! From you FTH fic:

Bilbo looked at the dwarves aroud him ad couldn't believe how dense they could be. Almost as dense as the rocks they cleaved through. They had all heard the story of how Oin had dropped Gimli on the head at birth, Gloin never let anyone, especially Oin forget it, but Bilob decided to ask Thorin if it was a right of passage for dwarven babies or something because surely an entire race couldn't be this blind?

Still married is my self idulgent "big" wip ive been working on for nearly a year. Bilbo ad Frodo live just outside of Dale and Thorin (eho is married to Bilbo) is about tog et married to a dwarven Princess ... (I apologise for the length, but you ever have a fic that is THE fic for you? This is mine!) Snippet:

“Obviously to sink his claws into my brother again. He must have heard he was getting married and wants to stop it, the gold digging harpy” Dis said in outrage.  “Amad, enough!” Fili snapped. “Bilbo loves Thorin, Amad. I saw the bead that I watched Thorin create come out of his hair and straight into Dori’s pocket. It was hidden so no one saw it but it was there, braided in the back of his hair. After 8 years and everything that happened between them, he still obviously loves Thorin. He fought to keep that bead even when conci]ussed, confused and bleeding. Whether that's a  good or bad thing remains to be seen, but it is the truth.” “Besides, Amad, Bilbo is the furthest thing from gold hungry then any creature in Arda could be. He saved us, not only with the Arkenstone and warning us at Ravenhill. I saw him Amad, he stood in front of Fili’s broken body and took down orc after orc. He pulled me behind the rocks and splinted my leg, keeping me hidden as well. And we all saw him literally holding Thorin together until help came. We were told he ran around all 3 camps helping anywhere he could until he knew we would survive. It was then he left. Bilbo never stopped loving us, I just want to know what took him so long to come home. I’ve missed him,’ Kili said, tears in his eyes. 

“You all barely knew him, a year at most. How did this hobbit snake his way into all your hearts?” She asked, confused. Dwarfs were hard to open up, and her dwarfs even more than most and this just didnt make sense to Dis.  “He loved us, each and everyone of us. For who we are, for what we love. He’s as much my family as wee Gimli '' Gloin declared. The harsh truth had Dis reevaluating everything she thought she knew about the hobbit. The one who had broken her brother's heart.  “He left, all of you, including Thorin,” she declared angrily, still trying to grasp and understand why the odd creature had popped up into her family’s lives. ”Yeah well, if my husband had dangled me over the battlements for trying to save my life, I’d leave him too” Bofur declared hotly., before suddenly covering his mouth. 

[fuckingfinwions]

your mindbroken geodes au combines everything i love about your writing! i love that there's so many directions you can take in the story. can i ask if geode au feanor already knows at this point that he was king in another timeline? i just imagine him doing a quick ideology switch from being anti-government to "you know maybe having a king isn't that bad" when he hears that HE could be the government

idk ive been daydreaming about geode au feanor being transported to the sold as pet universe and getting a little too lusty for power when everyone (for someone reason) decides he's still their legitimate king and fingolfin (guy who's been raping him and his sons) reluctantly hands him the throne

or maybe geode au feanor doesn't know he was king and gets transported to sold as pet universe with the "it sucks that my brother has to rape me and my sons but that's how it's always been and that's the only way we can live somewhat comfortably" mentality. he meets sold as pet au fingolfin (who's shocked that his brother is alive again and still somewhat bitter over losgar) and i wonder how fingolfin would react to this somewhat submissive feanor who thinks fingolfin owns him

anyways this au makes me insane. thoughts?

Feanor learns pretty quickly that he was king in another timeline. Maedhros is fairly sure that he's not required to keep any of Fingon's treatment of him secret anymore, and also all the interesting politics was before that. So he'll know by the end of the evening.

And I think that Feanor isn't actually anti-government in general, just anti-anyone being in charge of HIM (and anyone but him being in charge of his family). He hadn't thought of leading an uprising against Fingolfin because he doesn't think it will work, but apparently there's this other world where people do obey him...

idk ive been daydreaming about geode au feanor being transported to the sold as pet universe and getting a little too lusty for power when everyone (for someone reason) decides he's still their legitimate king and fingolfin (guy who's been raping him and his sons) reluctantly hands him the throne

Geode au Feanor arriving in sold as pet universe would definitely be interesting! If he lands on the Feanorian camp, they will start with the assumption that he should be king, becuase he was before he died, and look now he is returned! Maglor isn't going to try and hold onto the throne agaisnt his own father, even if Feanor seems a little confused. That's probably just the after effects of dying and being reborn. And the reason he was reborn at all instead of being in Mandos is maybe the Oath or his exile not being done? Anyway, it will take less than a day to give him the crown back, and several days before his sons put enough pieces together to worry that he's an impostor.

Also, it hadn't occurred to any of Feanor's younger sons that Fingolfin might be holding Maedhros captive, but it definitely will to this Feanor. He might start with a messenger demanding that Fingolfin turn Maedhros over, despite having zero proof that Maedhros is there. (Well, zero proof unless the two Noldor camps are spying on each other, the first few weeks Fingon was not being subtle with his pet.) Or it might just be that Feanor arrives with an army to destroy the person who's been raping his sons and him for decades, even though he knows by now that this Fingolfin doesn't remember that. Feanor wants vengeance, and is finally strong enough to get it. Feanor finding a drugged Maedhros in Fingon's bedroom when he sacks the castle will retroactively justify him, and will convince the rest of his sons that he's not crazy after all. Or, no crazier than before, a genius visionary who understands things in great intuitive leaps that no one can follow but are always right.

If Fingolfin and Fingon survive losing that fight, Feanor is not going to be kind to them. I think that these Noldor don't have the general cultural habit of public use, without Things appearing when they have sex. But for the two elves who made peace with Morgoth and enslaved their crown prince, they might make an exception. At minimum, Fingon and Fingolfin will be naked in public stocks for a week, and if no one rapes them that's because no one wanted to fuck them in public not because the guards stopped them.

or maybe geode au feanor doesn't know he was king and gets transported to sold as pet universe with the "it sucks that my brother has to rape me and my sons but that's how it's always been and that's the only way we can live somewhat comfortably" mentality. he meets sold as pet au fingolfin (who's shocked that his brother is alive again and still somewhat bitter over losgar) and i wonder how fingolfin would react to this somewhat submissive feanor who thinks fingolfin owns him

Geode au Feanor is confused, but he's in Fingolfin's palace and he knows that goes. The good news is, six of his sons are free of this! Hopefully, Fingolfin doesn't care enough to try and recapture them (the idea that Maglor might be in charge of a whole kingdom has never crossed this Feanor's mind.) With Maedhros apparently given over exclusively to Fingon's use, that means Feanor has to be the nightly entertainment for Fingolfin, and for any guests that Fingolfin shares him with. Also without Curufin, Feanor has no way to melt titanium, so he just has to hope Fingolfin will supply him with materials for any required jewelry.

Fingolfin is very confused at Feanor reappearing, and more so when Feanor doesn't immediately shout at him. After a bit of confusion though, he realizes that this Feanor fully understands that Fingolfin is in charge, and will not attempt to displace him. And is offering all sorts of sordid things in exchange for Fingolfin continuing to ignore the other Noldorin kingdom. Fingolfin would never admit to being attracted to his brother, but Feanor does look so good groveling. And putting Feanor in his due place would be only fair, right?

Fingolfin asks Fingon to borrow the cuffs he uses when whipping Maedhros, and the whip as well. He returns the whip an hour later, but not the cuffs.

In the morning, Fingolfin decides that his authority as high king would not be questioned by adding a door between his chamber and the one next to it. With a padlock, no way for the occupant to get at the mechanism from the inside. He doesn't trust Feanor to be as compliant as pet!Maedhros when left alone in his chambers, but wants him at hand.