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shardechance · 2 months ago

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post mortem #3 rating: t (for swearing) wc: 2.5k warnings: none for this snippet, however please be aware that the main work does have a non-con warning.

Seeing as no one in this partnership knows how to be normal, here's a deleted scene from JAWBREAKER between Feyre and the Hughes Twins.

Oscar flicks on the hall light on the way up, a sticky red smear left in his wake—another thing to clear up later. When they clear the doorway, stepping into the dark of the attic, their new bedroom stands on full display: one wardrobe, two dressers, a toy box that’s seen better days, an armchair, a bookshelf only half full, and a bunk bed. They’d begged for one at the old place. Seems they got their wish.

Oscar reaches for the lights but Ferye stops him. “No, it has to be dark.”

“But I can’t find my PJs!” Finn whines, flopping down on the bottom bunk. They’ll be under his pillow, where his mom always leaves them, but kids are kids and the tiredness is setting in, irritation along with it. Oscar, having had a little less sugar and a little more patience, reaches beneath his brother's head and pulls out the missing garments, flops them onto his face, and scrambles for his own before Finn can retaliate.

“You two go wash up and then we’ll play,” she says, dropping into the plush velvet armchair beneath the skylight. Oscar is already through the door, footfalls loud and quick on the stairs as he rushes to the washroom on the floor below. They creak with every step. Finn whines as he lifts himself from his bed, sluggish feet carrying him to the door. “And brush your teeth. I’ll know if you haven’t, stinky!”

He grumbles something to himself but he’s too far gone for her to make out the words.

The armchair is twice as comfortable as the couch downstairs, a million times more comfortable than the mismatched furniture back home. She leans back into it, legs propped up over one of the arms. It’s better than anything they ever had as kids. One giant bed and three gangly sisters sharing the one duvet, kicking each other, huddled closer on winter nights when the heat gave out. Getting her own space, her own bed, had been the peak of her pre-teen years.

She lets her head rest on the back of the chair, looking to the skylight above.

It would be a pretty nice view of the sky and stars if it wasn’t for the wayward branch of a neighboring oak obscuring it. Never having a tenant stay longer than a year, being on the housing market longer still, would do that to a place. Moonlight still made it to the attic though, filtered through the sparse leaves.

Her phone vibrates, probably Lucien trying to goad her into ditching again, or sharing the latest gossip in the group chat she hadn’t left yet. Not that Tamlin ever checked it. On Lucien’s last update, he was somewhere in Cambodia or Croatia or somewhere else beginning with a C, still trying to ‘find himself.’ Not like he needed to go that far to do it. Just look in the trash bin and there’s a dozen just like him.

Part of her—a smug, satisfied part—thinks he left because of what happened between them. Considering the only person he even spoke to anymore was Lucien and even that was via postcard, the evidence stacks up pretty well in her favor.

Good. Fuck him.

She pulls her phone out but doesn’t check the notification. Doesn’t have a chance to. The telltale whine of old pipes that she’s too familiar with cuts out, and the pitter-patter of bare feet taking the old stairs way too fast sounds after it. She turns on her phone’s flashlight.

“Will you tell us the game now?” Oscar asks, arms full of costume pieces he’ll likely have grown out of by next Halloween.

Finn does the same, barreling past to jump onto his bed. A breathless “Please!” as he lands in the bed face down. His twin sits beside him, legs folded criss-cross on the comforter.

Feyre takes a second to draw them closer, flipping her phone upside down so the flashlight shines upwards. By the looks on their faces—equal parts enraptured and terrified—it’s clear she has them right where she wants them.

“Boys.” Wind surges outside, rattling bare branches against the rooftop. It’s not quite lightning, but it’ll do. “We’re going to talk to spirits.”

Oscar’s awe turns to straight up fear. “Spirits? Like… ghosts?”

“Hey! Ghosts can’t get you if you’re in bed,” Finn chimes in. “Everybody knows that. Mom said so.”

They bicker back and forth about the logistics of whether it has to be your bed specifically or if just any bed will do. Finn concludes that the best place to be during a ghost attack would be a mattress store. Oscar counters with but how are there so many haunted hotels? which only serves to lead them down a different path of how does he know that and who has been sneaking off to watch Most Haunted reruns even though Mom said they shouldn’t. Feyre lets them argue, for the most part, only jumping in when it seems things might come to blows.

“Did I say anything about ghosts?” she says.

Finn shakes his head, but Oscar—oh, poor baby.

“Anyway,” Feyre continues, “I put some salt on your window when you were getting cleaned up. Totally ghost-proof, I promise.” A lie, obviously, but she’d seen it in a TV show somewhere and, by the way Oscar’s shoulders retreat from beside his ears, it convinces him well enough. “Do you want to play or not?”

“We want to play! Right, Ozzie?”

“Right.” Although, Oscar seems marginally less convinced.

“If you say so,” Feyre shrugs. She hands her phone to Oscar who, in typical kid fashion, twists it so the light shines under his chin, but jumps at the glare. She grabs his wrist, gently turning until the light faces down at his blue green comforter instead. “It’s super important that you hold this still. That keeps us connected to the spirits.”

A purple velvet bag, in all its faded filigree beauty, sits between them.

It’s been too long since she’d last done a reading, usually only reaching for them on the off chance she remembered, or if she’d had a particularly bad day. She doesn’t believe in all the witch stuff like Elain used to, the full moons and incense and tea blends made from garden herbs. No, it’s nothing like that. It’s just… nice to think that there’s a connection to something bigger out there, even if sometimes it takes a pile of old paper for her to realize it.

Her skin prickles as she touches the velvet, pulling the worn cards from their home.

“These—” she starts, spreading the deck between her fingers so the boys can see the pictures. Bright and bold and dark and faded all at once. “—are Tarot cards.”

“Tarot cards?” Oscar wavers with her phone, light dipping but Finn steadies his brother’s hand before she can chastise him for it.

She nods. “That’s right, and they’re going to help us ask the spirits a question. The cards are a conduit–uh…a tool, I guess? You ask a question in your head, focus on it really hard and pick the card that calls to you. I have to shuffle them first though, mix them all up.”

“They speak?” Finn asks, as she does her best to shuffle the deck. He’s sat so close to Oscar now, knees touching in the dark like that extra point of contact can offer comfort in a way words cannot. Even like this, they’re inseparable.

“Not with words. You’ll feel it in your heart, or your head, maybe your toes. It’s different for different people.” Feyre keeps her words calm, soothing. It’s not meant to be a spooky exercise. It’s not. God, if they wake up in the middle of the night with bad dreams—no, she keeps it cool, smiling a little as she spreads the cards face down atop the bedspread. An arc before all three of them. “To me, it feels warm. Like the sun.”

Oscar lets the phone droop a second time, and when Feyre looks up to him, his eyes are a little wet. “I don’t think I want to play this game.”

“Ozzie, please!” Finn pleads, taking his twin's free hand between his own.

Feyre takes a second, watching as Finn soothes his brother’s hand. It's the type of thing Nesta used to do for Elain, when storms blew out the breakers and left them in the dark, their father nowhere to be seen. Maybe once she yearned for that kind of connection with someone. It had never been there in her sisters—not that she blamed them, anymore—but she found it in her friends. She found it in her part time jobs. She made it her mission to be that person when she could. Her hand dwarfs both boys’ clenched palms. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise. Do you want me to get the lights?”

Oscar, looking at his brother then back to the faded gilding of the cards, shakes his head.

“You sure?” she asks.

He nods once.

“Since you’re being so brave, do you want to take the first card?” Feyre offers.

It’s with a trembling hand that Oscar reaches for the cards, letting his fingers slip free of his brother’s grip. He hovers a palm above them, moving left and right across the deck, pausing in certain spots like he’s considering taking one, but never staying in a place for too long. Like weaving between invisible strands of magic, sensing the cards and their meanings.

“I want this one,” he says, pulling a card from the dead center of the arc. What remains of the gold around the card’s edges catches in the flashlight. Feyre doesn’t even realize she’s holding her breath until Oscar flips his card over, revealing an upside down King of Swords.

Finn almost knocks his twin over trying to see the design on the front. A king alone, sat atop a throne, holding a giant sword. Well, it wouldn’t be her first choice, but it’s not a bad card. “Feyre, what does it mean?”

“Oh, you would get the King.” She smiles a little. “That’s very you, Oscar.”

Oscar, eyes still a little wide in panic, seems to relax a little at that. “Why is he upside down? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. He means something different if he’s upside down is all!” Feyre places it in the space between them, separate from the face down cards, trying to rack her brain for a way to phrase its meaning. Manipulation is such a harsh word. Inner truth, perhaps? Hidden strength? “What do you feel when you look at him?”

“He looks… cool.”

“Yeah, but how does he make you feel?”

“Like… Like I want to play again! Can I have another turn?”

Finn, eternally impatient, balks at that. He doesn’t have the same restraint his twin has. He leans over Oscar, swiping the first card his fingers touch, swishing it into the air before Feyre can remind them to be gentle. He doesn’t even let her see what he pulled, squinting at it for a second, before he pouts and lays it face up next to the other card.

“At least yours was someone cool! Mine’s just some building.”

The Tower. Oh fuck.

“Some building?” Ferye starts, nudging so the cards are aligned. She hadn’t been expecting to see the Tower, not really, but hey! These things happen. Chaos? Pride? That’s kinda Finn’s thing so it makes sense. He commands that kind of energy. “That’s the tower! One of the most powerful cards in the Deck.”

“Really?” Finn’s eyes light up at that, looking again at the card between them. “I guess the lightning storm is kinda cool.”

“I’ll bet.” She nods. “I’ll ask you the same question, Finn. What do you feel? What does it remind you of?”

“I don’t know. It’s like when dad used to let us smash sand castles after a beach day. What does it mean?”

Feyre hushes him and, thankfully, he sits back in his place, enraptured as she takes the time drawing her fingertips over the facedown cards. “We haven’t got the full story yet. It’s my turn.”

There isn’t a specific question in her mind; nebulous thoughts of school and work and home and the two boys only minutes away from sleep, parties she hasn’t been to, assignments she hasn’t done—phantom warmth pricks her index finger. Despite her belief in the metaphysical being skeptic at best, she puts trust in that little spike of warmth, pulling out the final card.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“The Devil?” Oscar shrieks, leaning closer whilst simultaneously cringing back. “I thought you said this game wasn’t scary!”

Finn leans into his brother, trying his best to see the goat-headed figure on her card. “That’s awesome! That’s gotta be the coolest one yet! Why is he furry?”

“Hey, the Devil isn’t as bad as everyone thinks!” How do you even begin to explain the intricacies of obsession, passion and sexuality to kids? That’s way above her pay grade. Not a chance. “He gets a bad rap. Not all bad things are really bad, you know? Like… chores! You hate doing them at the time but once they’re done everything feels better, right?”

Oscar fixes her with a look, dark hair flopping in front of his eyes. “Feyre, it’s the Devil.”

“To me, this means I have an assignment due tomorrow and I need to knuckle down.” Not a lie, but not a full truth either. She does have an assignment—one she hasn’t even started yet—but seeing The Devil tugs on a different part of herself that's probably best kept under wraps. She likes this job. It would be a shame if she scared the kids too much and never got invited back. “It means I need to focus on a few things.”

“That’s kinda… boring.” Finn says, fighting off a yawn. “Can we talk to the spirits now?”

“We just did, dummy.”

Oscar, seeing his brother fight the clutch of sleep, fails in his own battle. “That was it? What did they say?”

“They say it’s bedtime. Now.” Feyre collects the unused cards, slotting in the three they chose throughout the deck. Only once they’re all safely in their little velvet pouch does she raise from the bed, letting Finn crawl beneath the comforter. Oscar follows suit, the allure of sleep near irresistible. She lets them get comfortable, standing by the skylight, looking up at the branch blocking most of the view.

“Do you like it?” Finn asks, sounding so much smaller, already halfway to sleep. “Dad says he’s gonna build us a treehouse next summer. We’re gonna have sleepovers and everything.”

Feyre starts towards the door, slowly waiting for creaks of the old floor to announce her slow departure. “For real? Am I invited?”

Finn shakes his head, or snuggles down further into his comforter. Oscar peeks over the edge of the top bunk, eyes half shut already. “No girls allowed.”

“Figures.” She reaches the door, pulling it just enough to slip through. One last look over her shoulder confirms what she already guessed. “Night, boys.”

She doesn’t get a response.

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tiny-librarian · 9 months ago

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Apart from the Astors, there were at least 6 sets of honeymooners in first class. Daniel Warner Marvin, aged nineteen, son of the owner of the Biograph Cinema Company, was returning to America with his bride, Mary Farquarson, aged eighteen. Lucien P. Smith, aged twenty-four, of Huntington, West Virginia, had recently married eighteen-year-old Mary Eloise Hughes: she bore his posthumous son in December 1912. Victor de Satode Penasco y Castellana, aged eighteen, from Madrid, was going to America with his new wife Maria Josefa Perez de Soto y Valleja, aged seventeen. John P. Snyder, aged twenty-three from Minneapolis, was returning from his European honeymoon with Nelle Stevenson, aged twenty-two. Dickinson Bishop, heir to the Rounf Oak Stove Company, had married in November 1911, and embarked at Cherbourg with his wife Helen after a tour of Mediterranean Europe and Egypt. One newly married couple were both verging on the age of fifty: Dr Henry (or Hyman) Frauenthal, with a high-domed baldness and fulsome black beard, had married in France, as recently as 26 March, Clara Heinsheimer from Cincinnati.

Titanic Lives - Richard Davenport-Hines

#titanic #rms titanic #madeleine astor #Daniel Warner Marvin II #mary Farquharson #eloise smith #john jacob astor IV #lucien smith #Víctor Peñasco y Castellana #Josefa Peñasco de Satode #john snyder #nelle stevenson #Dickinson Bishop #helen walton #clara Heinsheimer #long live the queue

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my-chaos-radio · 2 months ago

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Release: May 10, 1985

Lyrics:

Take me home

Baby, I know you're wondering

Why I won't go over to your place

Cause I'm not to sure about how you feel

So I'd rather go at my own pace

And I know and you know that if we get together

Emotions will go to work

And I may do something I might regret the next day

And end up hurt

Oh I don't know

That's the way that I feel

I'm so afraid of a one night deal

I wonder if I take you home would you still make me love baby

Because I need you tonight

I wonder if I take you home would you still make me love baby

Because I need you tonight

Your love is

Take me home

Lately you've been expressing to me

Just how much you want to make love

I want it just as much as you do

But will you still keep in touch

You say I'm teasing but ought to have a reason

Don't let your feelings fade

Cause you will have me and sooner than you know it

If you could only wait

Oh I dont know

Thats the way I feel

Im so afraid of a one night deal, cuz sometimes

I wonder if I take you home, will you still make me love baby

Because I need you tonight

I wonder if I take you home will you still make me love baby

(Home home, home home)

Because I need you tonight

I wonder if I take you home will you still make me love baby

Because I need you tonight

I wonder if I take you home will you still make me love baby

(Home home, home home)

Because I need you tonight

And on the real side, if you love me (huhh)

You would wait

Your love is

I wonder if I take you home, (home home, home home)

I wonder if I take you home

I wonder if take you home, would you still make me love baby

Because I need you tonight

I wonder if take you home, would you still make me love baby

Because I need you tonight

I wonder, I wonder, I really really wonder (home home, home home)

Take me home

I wonder, I wonder, I really really wonder

Take me home

Your love is

No good!

Keep telling me lies & ur still not sure

-In my eyes, our relationship would be more clear

"No its just I feel that your rushing me"

"Ok, since you dont love me & dont want to be with me"

"No its not that its just that im afraid of getting hurt"

I dont know I just keep asking myself, should I really take you home?

What do you think?

Take me, take me

Take me home

Take me, take me

Take me home

Take me, take me

Take me home

Home home, home home

Home

Your down on your knees

Begging me please

Take me home

Take me home!

Songwriter:

Will you still love me

If I take you home!

Will you still love me

If I take you home!

Brian P. George / Curtis T. Bedeau / Gerard R. Charles / Hugh L. Clarke / Lucien J. George / Paul Anthony George

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

Lisa Lisa

Cult Jam

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shesreligion · 9 months ago

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˘ 。 𝐃𝐎𝐂 : astley - benefield , cameron . . . access granted .

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 :

* full name , cameron james astley - benefield , seventh duke of westminster . nickname(s) , cam , the duke , cj . age , thirty four years old . date of birth , february second . place of birth , cheshire , england . hometown , cheshire , england . current residence , london , england . nationality , british . languages , english ( first language ) , welsh ( conversational ) . gender , cis man . pronouns , he / him . orientation , heterosexual / heteromantic . status , married . occupation , aristocrat , businessman : owner of a multi billion dollar real estate company . positive traits , debonair , charismatic , adaptable , patient , logical . negative traits , underhanded , arrogant , guarded , forgetful , perfectionist . character parralels , cameron sullivan , harvey spector , simon basset , tywin lannister , terry benedict , michael gray . zodiac , aquarius .

* face claim , lucien laviscount . race , biracial : black & white . ethnicity , english , german , antiguan . hair , dark brunette nearly black hair , keeps it fairly short but you can still catch a slight curl pattern . eyes , big brown eyes , piercingly so . height , six foot . voice , soothing and calm tone with a strong posh accent . usual expression , a rather smug look , with a permanent smirk lingering . tattoos , none . allergies , shellfish .

* biological father , alexander astley - benefield ( † ) . faceclaim , hugh grant . occupation , aristocrat , former realtor . biological mother , andrea astley - benefield ( formerly williams ) . faceclaim , angela bassett . occupation , aristocrat , philanthropist , and former politician . sister , utp astley - benefield . faceclaim , utp . occupation , utp . pet(s) , and airedale terrier named hugo and a black greyhound named charlie . financial class , upper class : generational wealth . notable family members , king of england ( godfather ) , nora williams ( aunt , oscar winning actress ) , robert astley ( great grandfather x4 , first duke of westminster ) .

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 : background . . . access granted .

in 1990 the country home of eaton hall would welcome a new resident , lord cameron astley - benefield , the eldest child of the aristocratic astley - benefield family . his father was the 6th duke of westminster and the ceo of astley group limited ( an international real estate company ) , and his mother was a politician turned philanthropist later in life .

there is no luxury that compares to the one in which he was brought up in : the godson of the king , he was set up for success from the the day he was born . this did not make for an easy life , though , on the contrary – life as the heir apparent to dukedom meant following a slew of rules & always remembering , love was very much so conditional . to make one step out of line was not an option , and so he tucked his head & followed his parents lead with every step he took . the perfect picture of a little lord .

the veil only starting to slip when he left cheshire to attend eaton college . the first few years went by smoothly , sticking true to himself ( or atleast to who he'd always been told he should be ) . time away from home can muddy one's views though and soon enough the security that came with attending eaton transformed into an arrogant confidence that he could act out of character : the partying started , then sneaking girls onto campus grounds , alcohol & drugs soon following closely behind .

things only took a turn for the worse as he went on to university – much more lazy with hiding his antics . tabloids often having a field day , and the young lord found his face on several tabloids throughout the nation : " playboy lord cops a feel " , " drug lord of oxford " , and " cameron tosses copper coins at ' peasants ' on campus " , where only a few headlines that graced covers during his time at oxford univeristy . to say he was on the outs within his family would be an understatement , this was around the time the conditions to his parents love came into play . set himself straight or be stripped of everything ( title and claim to the company ) .

to many's surprise he graduated from oxford , leaving england soon after to lay low . taking up residence in new york city for five years . a necessary evil . during this time he joined the family business , working on the american end of it & it became clear rather quickly he had quite the knack ( be it charm ) to sell a property to just about anyone who would listen to him . slowly but surely finding his way back into his parents good graces – he was a reformed bad boy , american tabloids would claim whenever they could catch a glimpse of him . instead channeling his off color antics into business moves . he would do anything to sell a property , even if it meant screwing over someone else : it didn't matter who you were or what you had . all that mattered was cameron was the one to seal the deal . ruthless to the bitter end .

his run in america came to an end in 2017 , with him & his family surrounding his father's hospital bed . with such a great loss came even greater responsibility , now the 7th duke of westminster and the new ceo of astley group limited . this was the time to show the british people just how much of a changed man he was – but does a tiger ever truly change it's stripes ? the partying subsided , the illicit substances gone ( for the most part ) , but the playboy tag remained . a new woman every few months . scorned woman left at every corner of the world , and cameron was more or less left unphased . his focus solely on preforming his duties – to make his late father proud of what he could accomplish .

just years later all that focus was rewarded when cameron was deemed the united kingdoms richest millennial & appointed deputy lieutenant of chesire , a showing that he'd excelled in both the business and in the eyes of his godfather .

the last thing on a long list of changes that needed to be made from his teen years finally comes to fruition when the duke gets down on one knee . a conscious decision , in the eyes of the public , to be faithful to one woman – to get married ( to the perfect trophy wife , he'd claim ) .

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 : the duke of charm . . . access granted .

the duality of cameron is one to be studied , on the surface he is charismatic and friendly – disarmingly so . the sort of guy you simply want around . overwhelmingly respectful and courteous at every turn ( especially if there are eyes on him ) but for the most part , if he's allowed you to know him well enough , you can see through it . it's all an act , much like most of his life : when he was younger he acted clean cut to appease his parents , as he grew into his own he acted out for global attention , and now he plays up the act of the honorable duke for the sake of business ventures . everything he does is done for one sole purpose – his own self interest . it's not about caring , it's about winning . there is a certain air he carries himself with some would call it arrogance , he prefers unwavering confidence . he knows when he walks into a room he is the grand prize . his loyalty is a fickle thing to most , outside of his family and country ( not the people in it , the actual country ) . his lack of care for other's shines when it comes to his forgetfulness , you could tell him your favorite color and five minutes later he'd have no clue . he'll claim he's far too busy & hardworking to fixate on mundane details but the truth is he's far more interested in what he has to say than anyone else , unless it's about him . despite his pit falls , there is no doubt there are pros to being in his orbit . cameron knows one speed and it's fast . . . very much so a proponent of work hard , play harder .

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 :

coming soon . . .

#✹ ᆞ 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗡 ﹕ ◟ cameron astley benefield. ◝#✹ ᆞ 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗡 ﹕ ◟ about. ◝#tw : mention of parental death #socialitefm:intro

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linnylooo · 3 months ago

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—Fandom 1x1 Roleplays—

Hello everyone! 18+ only! I’m here looking for a few fandom roleplays. I prefer to roleplay on discord, so I will tag that below so you can add me, here is fine too! Anways, I’m wanting to play Female CC or Female Oc’s. I’m literate to Adv. Lit, typing anywhere from 400+ characters. Below are the characters I want to play against and who I can play

X-men (Movies) Wanted:Logan Howlett.

I’ll play: My OC, Storm, Jean Grey, Kayla Silverfox.

Supernatural Wanted: Dean W, Sam W, John W, Castiel.

I’ll play: Lisa, Jo Harvelle, Oc, Castiel.

Stranger things Wanted: Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove.

I’ll play: Oc, Chrissy, Nancy.

ACOTAR Wanted: Cassian, Azriel, Eris, Lucien.

Will play: Nesta, Elaine, Feyra.

Attack on Titan Wanted: Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Reiner Brawn, Porco Galliard:

Will play: OC, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Petra Ral, Levi Ackerman.

House of the dragon Wanted: Daemon, Aegon, Aemond.

Will play: Rhaenerya, Alicent, Helena.

CELEBS Wanted: HUGH JACKMAN, RYAN RENOLDS, JENSEN ACKLES, JEFFERY DEAN M.

Will play: OC

DISCORDDDDDD: MushyFroglet

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blorbologist · 1 year ago

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Hello yes I would like to know more about your Fullmetal Alchemist AU because that was amazing. The Ashari doing alkahestry, *chef's kiss*. Delilah as Envy, genius move. Saundor as Lust, perfect casting is perfect.

Vex with the title of Sewing Life Alchemist, much better person than the original holder of the title. And that Truth took part of her heart, oh that's good.

!! Thank you so much! I love this AU but it has so many moving parts it's hard even for me to juggle them sometimes pfft.

God there's so much to talk about uhhhh:

It's a super complicated AU in part because I'm including Campaign 1 PCs as the older cast (Vex, Vax, Percy, Pike and Grog are all in the military, Keyleth gets a bit of Scar and Mei's roles, Tary is Somewhere) and the Campaign 2 PCs as the younger (Beau and Caleb fill the role of the Elrics, Jester is probably Winry-ish with some Mei elements, Veth is a chimera, idk what Fjord is up to, Yasha is likely Ishvalan, Essek gets to be Ling <3, idk what I'm gonna do to Molly and Kingsley. Probably terrible things. He might be Hoenheim/Father/idk. Maybe he'd fit better as Ling then Greed but I Like Essek Best Ok). Which is complex enough on its own (I can get conflict between the kids and their military babysitters with Beau and Percy butting heads), but what makes it extra dicey is the homunculi. I want to try and ensure that the main villains have a good balance between CR1 ones and CR2's, but whereas many of VM's antagonists are connected (Vecna/Sylas/Delilah/kiiinda Ripley, all the Conclave), the M9's are very disperse - and with all these enemies it's hard to unite them under one goal. Do I include the Conclave? What about the Iron Shepherds? Lucien's group? Avantika? So for the oneshot I just said fuck it and narrowed in on the most Perc'ahlia relevant information (and had Keyleth there instead of Jester, to stick to the C1 cast).

I've shuffled around a lot of the alchemical signatures of several characters due to what fits and what doesn't - for instance, though Vex neatly fills a lot of Roy's role, she is never associated with fire. Caleb, however, is, so the Ed-equivalent gets to be the Flame Alchemist. As a Ranger, Vex is very difficult to make fit into the State Alchemist system, so I made her role more research-focused (while still keeping with the terrible guilt and shame that Roy has that I think fits Vex nicely as well). As the Sewing Life Alchemist, she can be a more successful Shou Tucker: I figure she stumbled on Trinket (an early state-made chimera), tried to learn how to fix him, and so ended up roped into that research division to keep her from blabbing. A lot of her research focused on healing and accelerating growth, and she has a knack for using every ounce of power offered by Equivalent Exchange; as a result it was easy enough to slot her in with the team creating viable human-animal chimeras - the people who originally fucked up Trinket. By that point, it's too late to get out. So she has a lot of Guilt <3 Elaina died either to plague (like Trisha Elric) or got burnt in one of those staged conflicts to get souls/blood for the nation-wide array. Vax gets to snipe up bits of Hughes, Havoc and Nina's roles in the story: I'm unsure of if he's been used to keep Vex in line before, but he certainly gets fucked up by Lust. I'm unsure if the military then steal him away and turn him into a chimera, or if Vex is forced to do that to her own brother to keep him alive. I really want to include some thematic nod to 'take me instead you raven bitch', though, so. Help?

Nixing the up-and-coming Colonel being the Flame Alchemist also impacts Percy's role: I knew I wanted him to be tattooed with secrets like Riza (if you cant tell from Get your hands dirty, I love the concept), but without Flame Alchemy, what could be worth hiding? After some fanangling, I decided that the de Rolos have a decent lineage of military service, especially as State Alchemists, and though Percy never showed the knack for the magic aspect he grasps the theory very well (and instead tinkered with guns). So, as the spare, he offered to get the family's research tattooed on his back. Least he could do - until the estate was swarmed and everyone was killed by some fuckers and Percy was tortured for the code to the notes on his back. Envy (Dewiwah) and Dr.Ripley were behind most of it, with Delilah taking on the faces of people Percy knew both to get her foot in the castle and to torment him. He joined the military in an attempt to protect himself, only to slowly start figuring out that they were the ones who ordered the hit, at which point he stages a lab accident and has Vex heal his back juuust enough to maintain functionality but otherwise ensuring it scars. I'm suspecting the secret was either that his family stumbled on the nation-wide array or something that put Father's plan in huge hot water. Cass is probably a hostage-ward of the Briarwoods and might not know Delilah is responsible for anything given her changing face :D

#my writing #ask #critical role #campaign 1 #uhhh I need a tag for this AU #CR FMA AU #Thank you so much for asking I could ramble on for DAYS.

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