#Revelry of the Redacted

[thienvaldram]

Silurian Speculative Ancestry

Edit: Updated to reference Suminisans

Prelude – Meta-Origins of Silurians

It is of note that the Silurians, upon original development, were very much intended to effectively be ‘dinosaur people’. With their reptilian appearance being indicative of the pre-Avian, pre-Jurassic Park reptilian dinosaur conception. Though with JP-style avian dinosaurs being depicted in both Dinosaurs on a Spaceship and Deep Breath among others, as well as the newer designs of the Silurians themselves, make such an origin retroactively very tenuous in Universe.

Their two names from their first couple of stories, ‘Silurians’ and ‘Eocenes’, reflect two eras of history in which they are implied to originate, though both raise massive chronological problems with regards to how their depicted, especially in later works but even in their early ones. The Silurian era (444-415 million years ago) predates the emergence of reptiles entirely (310-320 million years ago) whereas the Eocene (56-34 million years ago) postdates the Dinosaurs but also still predates humanity (300,000 years ago), the homo genus (2.8 million years ago) and Hominids (22 million years ago).

And the ‘Silurian dating controversy’ only gets worse the more Silurian stories got written over time, as various pieces of media date them anywhere between less than 1 million years ago to 65 million years ago to 1 billion years ago (Which is pre Multicellular life). This exacerbated by the idea that the Moon’s capture was the reason for the Silurian hibernation, a theory that was since superseded by the Theia impact theory in modern scientific consensus and either way would have been dated to the early Solar System.

Thus for the interest of Speculative Biology I have thrown out all specific absolute dates and specific geological events associated with the Silurians in favour of hashing together an origin that makes conceptual sense for the Silurians as a prehistoric sentient Earthbound species based on what knowledge of modern biology I happen to have, as well as what jives with the overall ideas of the DWU.

Speculative Evolution

Speciation

Template

Scientific Name – Colloquial Identifier for this writeup (DWU Name/Origin Story)

Genus

Bipeslacertia – Reptilian Kindred, Suminisans (Credit Tara) (Earth Reptiles)

Species

Bipeslacertia vehemenus – Primitive Ancestor (Primitive Ancestor)

Bipeslacertia volans – “Winged Kindred” (Winged Earth Reptiles)

Bipeslacertia diabolus – Sea Devils, Aquatic Kindred (Sea Devils)

Bipeslacertia homines – Silurians (Silurians, Eocenes)

Mondasian Parallel Evolution

Bipeslacertia diabolus abastrius – Sea Kings (Mondasian Sea Devils)

Bipeslacertia homines abastrius – Lizard Kings (Mondasian Silurians)

Subspecies (Winged Kindred)

Bipeslacertia volans mortuus – “Paleocenes” (Winged Species – Adolescence of Time)

Bipeslacertia volans malakhi – Wyrm Callers (Wyrm infected Paleocenes)

Bipeslacertia volans vivus – Luadans (TM: A Morphology/Reign of the Reptiles)

Bipeslacertia volans aurori – Zori (Reign of the Reptiles/Revelry of the Redacted)

Subspecies (Sea Devil)

Bipeslacertia diabolus sicutsimiae – Late Sea Devils (Comic Sea Devils)

Bipeslacertia diabolus sicuturtus – Early Sea Devils (Normal Sea Devils)

Bipeslacertia diabolus reditius – “Devolved Ones” (Inhabitants of the Nameless City – HP Lovecraft/Faction Paradox)

Subspecies (Silurian)

Bipeslacertia homines malus – Serad-dur (Serad-dur)

“Scholar” Caste

Bipeslacertia homines augurius – Fair Folk (Fair Folk- The Shadows of Avalon)

Bipeslacertia homines sapentia – “Senior” Silurians (Chibnall’s original classic style redesign – Cold Blood)

Bipeslacertia homines rostrata – “Middle” Silurians (Warriors of the Deep Silurians)

Bipeslacertia homines gravius – “Horned Kindred” (Bulky Horned Herbivorous Silurians – TM A Morphology)

Bipeslacertia homines labia – “Early” Silurians (Original Classic Who Silurians)

Bipeslacertia homines venefica – The Silurians from the 30th Anniversary Calendar

“Warrior” Caste (Alternatively “Hunter” Caste)

Bipeslacertia homines anguis – “Junior” Silurians (Silurian Hunters – Supremacy of the Cybermen)

Bipeslacertia homines sapiens – “Late” Silurians (New Who Silurians)

Bipeslacertia homines facultatem – “Alternative Future” Silurians (Rubathon Blue)

Notes

Bipeslacertia vehemenus is considered by the Reptilian Kindred to be an ancestor species and not part of the ‘Reptilian Kindred’ themselves, it is however considered to be in the same genus biologically.

Bipeslacertia volans mortuus was the earliest sapient subspecies to diverge from the Reptilian Kindred and the first to develop a civilisation, but was however rendered extinct by the Wyrm (Alongside the Wyrm mutated Bipeslacertia volans malakhi)

The Reptilian Kindred consider themselves to have five extant ‘Classes/Castes’

Sea Devil

Scholar

Warrior

Winged Kindred

Serad-Dur

And do not consider any greater subgroupings such as the ‘Silurian/Sea Devil two species grouping’ or the ‘Scholar/Warrior single species hypothesis’ as valid, from their perspective, the five main classes are considered the maximal groupings of Reptilian Kindred outside of the sole group that includes all of them, with the term ‘Silurian’ (Alternatively Earth Reptile or Saurian) being used to refer to all five rather than just the Scholar and Warrior castes.

The original Reptilian Kindred diverged from the ancestor of the Helodermatidae family of venomous lizards in the late Cretaceous, with the Bipeslacertia genus itself diverging from the rest of the family with the origin of its bipedal stance in the early Paleocene, just after the KT Extinction Event.

Most accounts of Reptilian Kindred-Dinosaur cohabitation are either later palimpsests (The Reptilian Kindred were a time active power during the Time Wars era, with an individual of Bipeslacertia homines sapiens appearing in the Alliance of Races alongside Rassilon) or instances of Reptilian Kindred bioengineering in the Eocene and Oligocene rather than true Jurassic-Cretaceous era native Reptilian Kindred species.

Their technological civilisation emerged in the Eocene, after the divergence between the “Scholar” and “Warrior” castes of Silurians but before full speciation.

Their full classification is

Domain: Eukaryota

Kingdom: Animalia

Phylum: Chordata

Class: Reptilia

Order: Squamata

(Potential Clade: Toxicofera)

Suborder: Anguimorpha

Infraorder: Neoanguimorpha

Clade: Monstersauria

Family: Bipeslacertidae

Genus: Bipeslacertia

The emergence order of distinct subspecies was as follows

Cretaceous (145-65 mya)

Split of Bipeslacertidae from Helodermatidae

Paleocene (65-56 mya)

Bipeslacertia splits from the rest of the (extinct) Bipeslacertiadae genera, they are separately characterised by their bipedal stance as opposed to other lizard species.

Spilt of ancestor species from the rest of Bipeslacertia

Bipeslacertia volans splits from the rest of Bipeslacertia

The Zori split from Bipeslacertia volans before the full development of wings

Silurian-Sea Devil Split

“Paleocenes” split from Bipeslacertia volans, “Paleocene” civilisation forms (mostly) above the clouds.

“Paleocene” extinction at the hands of the Wyrm

Reptilian Kindred Civilisations first form.

Extinction of ancestor species

Eocene (56-34 mya)

Serad-Dur split from Silurians

“Early” and “Late” Sea Devils Split

Scholar-Warrior Split, emergence of Scholar Third Eye

Reptilian Kindred Civilisation reaches technological level

Fair Folk Split after Silurians are transported to Avalon

Oligocene (34-23 mya)

“Senior Silurians” split from Scholar caste

 Scholar Caste splits into “Early” and “Middle” Silurians

The Inhabitants of the Nameless City split from the “Early” Sea Devils and devolve, eventually disappearing entirely under the shallow seas of north Africa.

 “Junior” and “Late” Silurians split

Miocene (23-5.3 mya)

Speciation begins to slow down due to civilisation technological advancement

Reptilian Kindred civilisation enters hibernation due to disaster (Either the newest Moon or a planetoid close passage unrelated to the Moon)

Pliocene (5.3-2.6 mya)

Various apes modified and bred by the Reptilian Kindred begin to develop to fill the ecological niche left by the Reptilian Kindred’s hibernation.

Pleistocene (2.6 mya – 11,700 ya)

Evolution of Homo Sapien Sapiens (humans).

Holocene (11,700 ya – 1712)

Various sporadic reawakenings that are almost always killed off by the newly developed humans.

1500 BCE – Atlantis is destroyed, the Nameless City is forced above the ocean in Africa and the inhabitants are rendered (mostly) extinct

Anthropocene (1712 – 500,000 yf)

2023 AD – The origin era of Rubathon Blue of the Fifty Second Hemisphere Hatchlings in an alternative future

(22nd Century) Reptilian Kindred civilisation reawakens and is forced to cohabitate the planet with the human civilisation.

Relinquecene (500,000 yf – 2 myf)

Reptilian Kindred and humanity mostly abandon Earth for the first significant geological time (Previous abandonments had happened temporarily for much shorter timespans), whilst they would make sporadic returns, from this point onwards the Earth was allowed to evolutionarily develop without its previous intelligent species. (This is when the Haemovores evolve)

Perdicene (2 myf – 10 myf)

Earth was lost, and began being known by different names including Ravalox, Orphan 55 and Tellus. This is the point in which the Reptilian Kindred became no longer tied to Earth as a homeworld beyond as a cultural factoid (Unlike humanity who consistently returned and remained conceptually tied to it until its destruction in 10 myf and the start of the Posthuman era).

This document for the most part, only covers the Extant subspecies of Reptilian Kindred and does not account for the unknown species and subspecies that went extinct prior to the Anthropocene (nor the other extinct Bipeslacertiadae genera) with the exception of Bipeslacertia vehemenus, identified only due to Vastra’s devolution into one during ‘The Evolution Episode’ due to exposure to temporal radiation, Bipeslacertia volans mortuus, an early intelligent extinct species documented by Bernice Summerfield and Peter Summerfield and Bipeslacertia homines facultatem caused by the Fifteenth Doctor’s alterations to the evolutionary history of the Earth.

The Mondasian Parallel Evolution species (The Lizard Kings or Bipeslacertia homines abastrius and Sea Kings or Bipeslacertia diabolus abastrius) which were documented by both the Homo Sapien contra (Mondasians) and the Mondasian Cybermen are considered to be parallel evolutionary counterparts of their Earth twins and aren’t included, it is speculated their evolutionary tree is identical to that of Earth’s.

Despite being considered distinct castes by the Reptilian Kindred, the ‘Early’ Sea Devils (The Sea Devils), the ‘Middle’ Sea Devils (Warriors of the Deep) and the ‘Late’ Sea Devils (Legend of the Sea Devils) are considered to all be local or climate variations of the same subspecies of Sea Devil, Bipeslacertia diabolus sicuturtus.

I basically ignored most direct years given in DWU sources when doing this in favour of trying to work out something that conceptually made the most sense (IMO). Since DWU sources give Silurian origin or even civilisation years as far back as 450 mya, in the Ordovician, Pre-Reptiles, which is not conducive to trying to actually do speculative biology with, and the less said about 'They predate complex life entirely' the better.

I went with Eocene - Miocene because references to the Dinosaurs can always have been post-Cretaceous genetic engineering stuff (They have the tech) but references to "apes" should be theoretically constrained to early human evolution in the Miocene and Pliocene, and the idea that the Silurians existed for the entirety of the Ordovician, Silurian, Devonian, Carboniferous, Permian, Triassic, Jurassic, Cretaceous, Paleocene, Eocene, Oligocene and Miocene was... kinda ridiculous IMO for this exercise.

Subspecies Visualisation

Bipeslacertia vehemenus – Primitive Ancestor (Primitive Ancestor)

Subspecies (Winged Kindred)

Bipeslacertia volans mortuus – “Paleocenes” (Winged Species – Adolescence of Time)

Bipeslacertia volans malakhi – Wyrm Callers (Wyrm infected Paleocenes)

[No visualisation]

Bipeslacertia volans vivus – Luadans (TM: A Morphology/Reign of the Reptiles)

But the wreck, first seen from the air by a migratory tribe of the flying kindred en route from the tropical swelter of the Oriental Archipelago to the temperate climes of the Austral Spur, had confirmed to the profile of no known vessel from any of the saurian kindred, and Morrahaurm had been the only specialist available. And so, with many misgivings, she had embarked.

(Winged Kindred - The Book of the Enemy)

The globe was held by a creature like a mythical devil incarnate! Its oily green, needle-fanged head hovered just above the luminous sphere, the hellish red eyes darting from side to side in search of the intruder; and where the shoulders should have been were hunched lumps that made the man think of folded wings. The body and shuffling feet were invisible; the claws appeared in silhouette on the surface of the globe that the monstrosity held before it. A little it resembled a gigantic lizard, and the fanged snout, if not the same one, was at least practically identical with the one Sanders had seen in the room of horror. Only now it had lost its super- natural and diabolical aspect, appearing still hideous but only in a reptilian, scaled way. It propelled itself on hissing, leathery wings, and its sinuous body was clad in a blue, silken robe. About its ugly brow was a jewelled diadem; its claws were alight with jewels.

(Luadans - Reign of the Reptiles)

Bipeslacertia volans aurori – Zori (Reign of the Reptiles/Revelry of the Redacted)

He was a Zori, a subspecies of the Reptilian Kindred with vestigial wings on their backs that were useless on Earth, but perfectly adapted to low- gravity environments.

Revelry of the Redacted (The Book of the Snowstorm)

Subspecies (Sea Devil)

Bipeslacertia diabolus sicutsimiae – Late Sea Devils (Comic Sea Devils)

Bipeslacertia diabolus sicuturtus – Early Sea Devils (Normal Sea Devils)

Bipeslacertia diabolus reditius – “Devolved Ones” (Inhabitants of the Nameless City – HP Lovecraft/Faction Paradox)

They were of the reptile kind, with body lines suggesting sometimes the crocodile, sometimes the seal, but more often nothing of which either the naturalist or the palaeontologist ever heard. In size they approximated a small man, and their fore-legs bore delicate and evident feet curiously like human hands and fingers. But strangest of all were their heads, which presented a contour violating all know biological principles. To nothing can such things be well compared - in one flash I thought of comparisons as varied as the cat, the bullfrog, the mythic Satyr, and the human being. Not Jove himself had had so colossal and protuberant a forehead, yet the horns and the noselessness and the alligator-like jaw placed things outside all established categories.

Subspecies (Silurian)

Bipeslacertia homines malus – Serad-dur (Serad-dur)

“Scholar” Caste

Bipeslacertia homines augurius – Fair Folk (Fair Folk- The Shadows of Avalon)

[No Specific Description]

Bipeslacertia homines sapentia – “Senior” Silurians (Chibnall’s original classic style redesign – Cold Blood)

Bipeslacertia homines rostrata – “Middle” Silurians (Warriors of the Deep Silurians)

Bipeslacertia homines gravius – “Horned Kindred” (Bulky Horned Herbivorous Silurians – A Morphology)

Her mass alone would have made Morrahaurm the most conspicuous individual on board, even without the horns and crest majestically adorning her high forehead. Among her own she was known as a beauty, a graceful dancer and no mean athlete: here she was simply a bulky, lumbering target.

(The Book of the Enemy)

Bipeslacertia homines labia – “Early” Silurians (Original Classic Who Silurians)

Bipeslacertia homines venefica – The Silurians from the 30th Anniversary Calendar

“Warrior” Caste (Alternatively “Hunter” Caste)

Bipeslacertia homines anguis – “Junior” Silurians (Silurian Hunters – Supremacy of the Cybermen)

Bipeslacertia homines sapiens – “Late” Silurians (New Who Silurians)

Bipeslacertia homines facultatem – “Alternative Future” Silurians (Rubathon Blue)

Notes on the Meta-history of Earth Reptiles

The natural evolution of most species on Earth was a by-product of the anchoring of the thread, when the Time Lords locked down the rational Universe and rewrote all of history to suit their new rules. In the pre anchoring Universe, humanity was created using Time Lord Looms by the Original Mammoths, a powerful, psychic and magical sapient species that rivalled the Time Lords in the pre-Universe.

Whilst we have pretty much no knowledge of the Silurians from that era, we do know that they were a Time Active power in the Alliance of Races during the Time Wars era, shortly after the anchoring. Implying some kind of time active power, which would explain their appearances in eras of Earth history predating the one in which they originally developed in the Time Lord dominated rational Universe. It is, however, also of note that the vast majority of other more recent (in Universe) accounts depict the Silurians as a mildly advanced mostly stagnant species with very little space travel capabilities most likely indicating at some point between Gallifrey’s ancient past and relative present that the Silurians time active civilisation was erased from history. It is possible they experienced some equivalent of the Ghost Point (The point in which humanity became culturally sterile and stopped meaningfully advancing as a civilisation) though more extreme as humanity was still able to traditionally, if not conceptually, advance whereas the Silurians grew complacent and stagnant for presumably millions of years.

It is of note that New Who consistently depicts the Silurians as both coexisting natively with Dinosaurs and knowing humanities Ape ancestors despite an ~60 million year gap between the two eras. There are numerous potential explanations for this including human evolution occurring over a much longer period in the DWU relative to real life, the effects of the Last Great Time War on the history of Earth, genetic engineering resurrection of Dinosaurs in the Eocene-Miocene and potentially Silurian related dates being actually in months rather than years.

[serkonans]

maybe tomorrow will fix me. maybe sunday will fix me. maybe tuesday will fix me.

[ladamedemartel]

The Twelve Days of Christmas.

~Aurora Edition~

Fourth day.

Four calling birds.

“One can never be certain what kind of filched discovery may arrive at your hands by the mercurial flight of blackbirds. For the firmaments they know are immense and unforeseeable. Dark as midnight, sometimes they land with unseen shadows of yesterday.”

The evident possibility of expanding Aurora's flock wasn't chosen as such. Instead a single black feather, a writing feather, presented itself surrounded by a quartet of different sets of paper. Ranging from old parchment to modern sheets.

“Perhaps a peculiar tendency for someone of my vocation.” Secret society leaders may not be known for their revealing displays. “Most of my personal writing occurs in my head. And yet, once every blue moon perchance, even my hand succumbs to the pleasure of redacting something simply because it is the throbbing, inescapable truth.”

Ancient as a portion of the material may have looked, all of the writing gifted to her was a new personalized version and the product of the same feather. Intended as a collection for her. The transcriptions were meticulous and in each set Tristan summoned back word for word the flourishes his writing exhibited at its point of origin.

“Four different accounts of my vision of you. Four improvised attempts at capturing your importance and revelry, interspersed throughout the ages. These aren't letters. They held no intended reader. They were the exclusive product of what inspiration you ignited upon my nocturnal wanderings. As such, they could be deemed the purest form of truth there is.” It knew endless facets, the beast named truth. Tristan regularly relished in playing with its shades and grays. These texts represented the opposite. Wild truth, unmeasured and purposelessly feral. An unreachable form of sincerity he would only ever choose to share with Aurora.

“If I were to venture a guess as to why calling birds might have visited you with this reading material... Perhaps they yearn for you to confirm, beyond the faintest shadow of doubt, that you are the most loved person this or any other world has ever known.” That was his casual suggestion. His eyes travelling from the parchment to more recent paragraphs with forms that insinuated not prose but poetry and then to her.

“The author offers no apologies for the rambling stroll one of these may contain when describing your smile.”

She wondered if the day would mark a return to birds. Thus far, her aviary had been filled with harmonious song, but she wasn't sure if a new flock would add to the symphony like strings to an orchestra. She needn't have worried though. Today Tristan offered music of a different sort. The tip of the feather brushed beneath her chin as she began reading each parchment in turn. She could recognize Tristan's hand, recognize the old languages, some of which now lost to time to any ear but theirs. Aurora pulled Tristan in close and kissed his cheek. "They're beautiful. Thank you."

[a-wartime-paradox]

(#13) Revelry of the Redacted by Ryan Fogarty

It's a Dalek story. Doesn't use the word ("genzapol", Invader", "Hyperspace Tyrant",..), but very clearly it's about some humans and aliens in the aftermath of the 22nd century Dalek Invasion of Earth - of "Seventeen Years Invasion". Like it, very wacky like Ryan himself, but surprisingly grounded and sensible.

(#14) The God Who Came For Christmas by Aristide Twain

I didn't read the required FASA Legions of Death, barely skimmed it, so I'll just be talking about the details I did notice.

I thought the style of the story was quite like early FP content; very mysterious. Felt high-concept, and not particularly sci-fi. Loved it.

(#15) Presents by Erika d Ataya

Comic book metafictionality was fun. The story itself was well-written. Not much more to say, except I'm interested about the fact the Fantastical Realm is going to be the setting of the picking Cwej novel, The Lost Fictonaunt, according to this story's pretext.

(#16) The Cathedral of Winter by Ostara Gale

I wrote this one !

Is Xiantio a catgirl...?

(#17) Just Dropping In by Scott Sanford

Fun little Jenny Everywhere story. Jenny Everywhere is fun.

Review time! For The Book of the Snowstorm

Disclaimer: I am a contributor for this anthology, and am off varying acquaintance with other contributors

First up, I should outline the format of these reviews. I shall do a short review of each story as I read it, barring the framing narrative which I shall review every third-of-the-book (that is, I shall review Scenes 1-7 together, Scenes 8-14 together, and scenes 15-22 together). Each review shall be posted as a reblog to this initial post, and on the Doctor Who Discord Server (in #book-n-comic)

(#1) Magic Bird of Fire

I liked the character of Aoife, I feel like I'm getting more and more acquainted with her family since reading Hervoken Halloween in Horrors of Arcbeatle . Pieter, a time-traveller of the future in the pocket of unreality which was the localised 1980s bar, was very fun. I've got to say, though, I didn't actually catch the fact that "the plague" was meant to be HIV/AIDS until I checked the wiki, but that's probably just my bad.

They all die in the end, but for now, they dance

[fantasticworldspod]

Get to know our characters! Reign of Winter Edition

Abraxas Hillrunner (he/him) - His name isn’t the only thing about him that’s sick as hell. This werewolf is a powerful druid, a fighter of great skill, and a gourmet chef. Likes: thick men, dragon murder, protecting nature by any means necessary >:) Dislikes: heat, cities, rigid rules.

Andromeda (she/her) - A goofy, child-like human oracle of REDACTED, born and raised in the Hoarwood Forest of Irrisen. Likes: drinking blood, shapeshifting, draining enemies of their lifeforce uwu. Dislikes: overly serious people.

Bayani Mavros (he/him) - Our resident himbo, an oread kineticist with memory loss, he’s still a mystery to us all. Likes: taking care of children, working out, you know... ;) Dislikes: prying into his past, death :(

Buwan (he/him) - Smart, thoughtful, hiding a dark past and a darker power, he’s a half-elf summoner with a gigantic psychopomp bunny wearing an Orville Peck mask for an Eidolon. What’s not to love? Likes: death positivity, reading and learning, good manners. Dislikes: absurdity.

Menet Serbanea (she/her) - A commie Varisian hailing from Osirion, with big biceps and a bigger heart, Menet is a human paladin of Khepri, and follows only her scarab-God’s law. And he hath commanded: ACAB, eat the rich, and keep that clown nose firmly upon thy face. Likes: funny people, studying all sorts of martial arts, revelry. Dislikes: nobility, greed.

Odessa Grenadé (she/her) - A suave ladykiller with a sentient teddybear friend named Jim, a gun that she inherited from her father, and an abundance of secrets. Likes: sliding over cars while she shoots, drinking, carousing, merrymaking. Dislikes: being confronted.

Pippa Locksley (she/her) - Robin Hood but with way more swag and a slicker tongue, our luxury-loving rogue-sorcerer often takes the lead in our diplomatic ventures. Oh yeah, and she has a Sphynx cat familiar that shares her face named Argentea. No big deal. Likes: redistribution of wealth (after she gets her cut, of course), good food and fluffy beds, Calisitrian decadence ;) Dislikes: dirt, discomfort, rudeness.

Get to know them better by checking out our show, Fantastic Worlds: A Pathfinder Podcast. All 100+ episodes (along with our other shows Far Beyond the Stars and Fairytale Fix) are available now on iTunes, Spotify, and anywhere else you might get your podcasts :) 

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[samwontshare]

The Wakanda Files: Bucky Barnes

Here is what I could find in the Wakanda Files (canon tie in book) on Bucky. 

Strangely, they don’t discuss his vibranium arm at all! They mostly discuss his brainwashing.

You can see my post on Sam Wilson’s pages here.

I’m providing image descriptions so most things are under the cut. ARE YOU READY TO BE SAD?

ARMY - United States of America

(image is of an old beat up sheet of paper containing Bucky’s military service, a photo of Bucky from the 40s in his military uniform is attached with paperclip)

Last name: Barnes

First name: James

Middle Name: Buchanan “Bucky” 

DOB: March 10, 1917

Enlisted: January 1942  

at: Brooklyn, NY

In the grade of: SGT

For service in: 

107th Infantry Regiment; Special Ops: Howling Commandos (company, regimen, and arm of service)

Training: Camp McCoy, Wisconsin

(my add: this is harder to transcribe without an actual table but it’s a list of his missions)

June 1943 - from Col. Phillips - shipped out - England

July 1943 -- Posted Italy - Azzano, ITL

Oct 1943 -- Captured by Nazi HYDRA - Azzano, ITL - 50 men captured in failed mission

REDACTED - Col Phillips - Rescued by Steve Rogers - Krausberg, Austria - Suffered severe torture under Armin Zola 

REDACTED - Col Phillips - Reassigned special ops: Howling Commandos - long range scope accuracy 90% 

REDACTED - Killed in action - Alps - Successful Mission to capture Zola

(my add - how did they get the soldiers captured in Italy to Austria? This isn’t the first time they mention how severely Bucky was tortured - they do in the Smithsonian exhibit - but Bucky sort of gets the ‘walk it off’ treatment in the movie)

(my add: enlisted? His dog tags say drafted... the debate continues)

Image 2: Military document containing a photo of Armin Zola paperclipped to it and a page from Zola’s journal is tapped to the document

Military Logo of a Bird (early SHIELD?) - UNITED STATES OF-- (covered by photo)

Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforce-- (covered by photo)

Contents: ARMIN ZOLA NOTEBOOK ENTRY

Zola’s journal page text: 

I am a prisoner of war. They call it amnesty. I continue to keep these journals in the event they change their minds and someone else must pick up where I left off. 

My work continues in secret, though the unindoctrinated agents of the S.S.R. are unaware. In the cold desolation of Siberia, the next Hydra soldier is being born. The Siberian complex has reported that Sergeant Barnes is recovering quite well after falling from the bridge. His injuries were extensive, requiring the amputation of his left arm. But that’s easily remedied with advanced cybernetic prosthetics. 

Memory reconditioning has shown positive results, despite Barnes’s frequent memory flashes of his previous life. We need to erase and condition more often than anticipated. Why memories and emotions continue to seep through, I am uncertain. 

My limited time with the Tesseract continues to be inspirational. In reviewing notations and calculations from my studies, the trace amounts of radiation emitted from the device have given me an idea. Radioactivity exposure may be required for the physical enhancement of our subjects. 

As my research trial and error continues, Barnes has been placed into cryogenic stasis to prolong his life. 

Image 3: Torn out notebook paper that has text and a photograph of the memory wipe chair Bucky endured. Text says:

Revelry for Winter Soldier mental re-conditioning [translated from Russian]

Revelry should be utilized after completion of electro-shock therapy

-Longing -rusted -seventeen -daybreak -furnace -nine -benign -homecoming -one -freight car

Following this revelry, the subject should be willing to comply with any and all mission orders and commands. Should any resistance be met, it is necessary to keep the subject detained and re-run the conditioning process; following the revelry in strict sequential order. 

Image 4: 

SHURI-KIMOYO DICTATION

Audio-video file ID#: 753-20_PS_Rhino_LN.wav

FILED UNDER: ADVANCED TECHNOLOGICAL R&D>Rhino Charge>Serum_Synthesis_02

Transcription of Audio: 

Ah yes, the White Wolf who arrived on our doorstep. He has been quite the enigma. Seemingly, every time we got a handle on his situation, another issue arose. Luckily, some of the lead work had been done prior to our first meeting. Somehow on his own, he had been able to reconstruct a fair amount of his memory. But there were still fragments of the Hydra programming recessed deep within his subconscious. 

We placed him into a cryogenic freeze and ran an MRI and EEG. His limbic system was, and still is, like a Christmas tree on psychotropic drugs. It is a wonder he can recollect anything at all, with the damage done to his hippocampus. His neuro-electric readings show the result of decades of brainwashing and reprogramming. The hubris of Hydra thinking they can have total control of a living and breathing being is astounding. 

Image 5: Another audio description from Shuri - mostly text. Underneath is an image of gamma radiation waves vs. Vita radiation waves. 

SHURI-KIMOYO DICTATION

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These Infinity Stones are quite an enigma. The Mind Stone gave life and intelligence to Vision, and enhanced biological powers to the Maximoff twins. But how? Let me think through this one out loud for a second. 

Schmidt’s transformation failed because his serum lacked radioactive exposure. Rogers was exposed to Vita-Rays. Banner became a massive rage monster because he was subjected to gamma radiation. It is likely that Zola utilized gamma radiation from the Tesseract to enhance Barnes. Dr. List had figured out a way to expose subjects to whatever cosmic rays the Mind Stone emits and it transformed them. 

How is massive amounts of radiation linked to superhuman abilities? Does the Mind Stone emit a type of radiation? The heart-shaped herb produces the same enhanced effects without the need for radiation. So where do the two methods diverge and what links them?

Image 6: Image is of a HYDRA mission report with a newspaper laid over it. 

[HYDRA MISSION REPORT]

>Mission Success: Targets Eliminated

Filed: A.P.

Vehicle belonging to Howard and Maria Stark was forced off the road and into a tree by our operative. Operative was able to make the crash appear as if it was an accident; however, both subjects were still alive following the impact of the automobile. Force was necessary, potential security camera footage captured. Must reacquire. 

Retrieval of the package and return to base was successful. The replication of the Winter Soldier Program is now possible with the serum obtained from Stark’s person. Have the five candidates prepped and delivered to the facility at once.

Newspaper article:

Howard and Maria Stark (cut off)

Allegations Of Foul Play, But Nothing Confirmed by Christian Haberkern

Howard Stark, founder of Stark Industries, was confirmed dead this morning after suffering massive internal injuries from a fatal car crash. His wife, Maria Stark, was also in the car and confirmed dead at the crash scene as well. A full autopsy and crash investigation will be performed to determine the cause of the crash. 

There have been several allegations that there was foul play involved, but these have yet to be confirmed by a reliable source. There is still no official statement by Mr. Stark’s spokesperson at this time. Several motorists were detained for questioning in connection with the crash, but all have since been released. 

“The death of such a brilliant inventor has taken us all by surprise and fills us all with extreme grief for such a tremendous loss. Our thoughts and prayers are with the Stark family during this difficult time,” said Howard Stark’s business partner, Obadiah Stane. “It all just happened so quickly,” one witness said. “There was no time to see how the crash could have been caused.” There are other witnesses who report seeing Mr. Stark and his wife just hours before the crash happened. 

The car was nearly totaled. It took a wrecking crew several hours to remove--

Image 7: Continuation of the newspaper article. There is a photo of the car crash from the movie and a War Dog Operative Field Report that appears blank. 

-Stark Die in Car Accident

December 17, 1991

the heavily damaged doors of the vehicle in order to gain access to the victims, who appeared to have died instantly. 

Once freed from the wreck, the bodies of Mr. Stark and his wife were quickly taken into the morgue by the coroner’s office. 

Mr. Stark was an extremely highly regarded businessman and brilliant inventor who changed the face of history with his many inventions.

Howard and Maria Stark are survived by their son, Anthony Stark, who was notified of his parents’ car crash early this morning and is cooperating with the authorities. He has not given an official statement on the wreck or his parents’ death but is expected to do so as soon as possible. 

(photo of Howard Stark)

Image 8: You have to use a little black light kimoyo bead to reveal secret text in the Wakanda Files! This is the secret text for the Operative Field Report submitted via encrypted channels. Shuri has also added a note above it. 

My King. I have returned to Oakland following investigation of the crash site. It is obvious there was foul play and valuable property was stolen from Stark. Would you like me to continue investigation?

Shuri’s note: What was this serum that Stark’s father had? Where did it come from? And how and why was it successfully implemented into other human subjects?

My addition: So the War Dogs really are everywhere! Poor Isaiah. 

SHURI-KIMOYO DICTATION

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Mind control? Hypnosis? Implanting suggestion into the subconscious? Erasure of memory? These preposterous parapsychological topics of study were folly. Until Barnes fell onto my doorstep. I know that some scientists can be “mad,” but this is an entirely other level of lunacy. It’s such a fragile thing to play God with the human brain. 

Hydra’s methods were effective in making Barnes hyperaware and highly suggestible. They caused what I can only describe as noise in the electric activity of his hemispheres. An EEG on Barnes revealed just how murky and extensive his brain damage was. Hydra’s Winter Soldier program subjected Barnes to electroconvulsive therapy (ECT) followed by suggestive keywords and phrases to activate a brain soup knot that could take years to unravel. If we’re able to reverse it at all. ECT is extremely painful, and Hydra didn’t administer any dulling agents. In the past, it was considered an effective way of reversing mental health issues and rebooting the brain like a slow computer. How awful it must have been. 

Essentially, it was as if Sergeant Barnes was in REM sleep while awake, in a dream-like state where he would comply with orders. And while in this induced state of mind, his short- and long-term memory were constantly in flux. However, the shared memories of Barnes with his best friend, Steve Rogers, momentarily fired memory centers, jogging bits and pieces of his past life while in the sleeplike trance. 

It would seem that stimulus, especially emotionally resonant stimulus--the sight of a loved one, the mentioning of a familiar phrase, etc--has the ability to access a presumed “wiped” memory in those who have been brainwashed... at least for a fleeting moment. 

(photo of an EEG readout - black background with a yellow line creating peaks and valleys.)

My addition: Are you sad now?! I am.

[chilltouch]

Welcome to my blog where I talk about my various ttrpg characters!

Most of them are dnd ocs, and only one (1) of my characters are from a non-dnd system. It is two OCs now :) (Torne and Val) 

Current characters:

S-POR, Oath of Redemption

LUC-A, Oath of Vengeance

Torne Thorne, Oath of the Bro (Devotion)

Iris the Beguiler, Oath of Redemption

Praden, Oath of Ancients

Mayuyu, Oath of the Open Sea (Mercer Homebrew)

Ignatius Brenton, Oath of Conquest

Mycena, Oath of the Crown

Val/Bedlam, Oath of Glory

Vesuvia, Oath of Friendship :) (Devotion)

Revelry Starsage, Oath of Redemption(?)

Troy Cassidy, Oath of Devotion 

Guarlualin Lothorloth, Oath of Redemption

Mar “Cotonea” Asteria, Oath of the Crown

Kostas Leventis, (Hopefully!!) Oath of Vengeance

Chadictus the Ninth, Oath of Devotion

Belladonna, Oath of the Crown

Magdla, Oath of Conquest

Kohaku [Redacted], Oath of Redemption

Anastasia Phlox, Oath of Devotion

Detective Fortuna Foxglove, Oath of Redemption

Mayari, Oath of the Open Sea

La Bruja, Oath of Redemption

[silverjetsystm]

Silence stretches like an invisible cord between them. Phantom touches of their hands. Holding on to the texture of her fingers snatching the smoke back. The last half of ember inhaled and stamped out.

Mirroring with body shifts. Languid eye contact, looking down and up. Brows raising in an echo of his humor. Slow sips of unfiltered wheat beer. Hint of teeth and trace of tongue.

He waits for reasons called Fraternization. Men and women. Marine and Air Force. Enlisted and Officer. Variables in an equation he keeps hearing about. Reminding himself about.

Women had to be sharper. To prove they could do the work [backwards and in high heels]. Bitches. Lest he reckon with other branches standards when he is enmeshed in his own. Barracks bunnies. Crude actions with cruder humor. Doesn’t want to have her think he’s one of those grunts in a sea of desert MCCUUs, looking for fast pleasure.

If he wanted fast pleasure, he wouldn’t be sitting here.

She leans forward; he meets her halfway, skivvy green bend meeting her white curves. He has the audacity to wink. Boulevard set next to Dr. Pepper in a metal clatter.

Less than a breath away. Breeze on his cupid’s bow. Matching her volume. ‘Speak low if you speak love’. This isn’t love, isn’t yet. Tenderness is a quality he forgets he has -- “You push my buttons just right. It’s a skill.” Skills are honed.

She tastes like smoke and soda and something else. Something uniquely Brunn. It’s brief, between heartbeats. Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. Returns her mirror of his expression.

The revelry continues. A song he doesn’t recognize. Sea-storm dares him and there’s never been a dare he hasn’t done. Cocked eyebrow, hand almost brushing his turned up lips. Look how big his teeth are. How wide his smile. Another phantom touch. Her warmth. The mix of wheat and syrup. “L’Chaim.” To life. Foamy as the snap-hiss of an opened can. “Let’s get out of here.”

Empty cans, regardless if they’re truly empty or half full, and a smushed Chesterfield remain. Repacked soda and beer dangle from his left hand. Together, he ambles alongside her to the exit. Cool desert air greets them. Siblings in arms are too wrapped up in the bawdy piano and booze to notice their absence.

They can’t go too far. Redacted FOB was Redacted for a reason. No pass out. Nowhere to go. Arms hovering around her back, yearning to curve around her shoulders, seek her waist. Arms brush together. Prickles of heat. “Do I get to see the feather bed or are we resigned to my rack?” heart higher in his chest. Replaced by something feathery. Something with wings so he doesn’t have to borrow hers.

Someone’s always on duty. The barracks are not separated in a meaningful way. He’s seen her come and go often enough. Almost innocently. Heat in his gut hisses almost is not close at all. Infantry led the way for Intelligence this time, hand brushing against hers.

@valkxrie

[sariahsue]

My projects!  

Updated on 6/19/22

Current projects:

-Let Me Count the Ways

Nearly done this one! 16/19 chapters are up! Chat Noir thought it might be a good idea to start keeping a list of all the strange things Ladybug had been doing lately. It might help him to figure out what it all meant. There was the stumbling, the stuttering, the blushing. It had appeared out of nowhere.No, that wasn’t quite right. It had all started when they were dancing at the gala, when she’d been so nervous that she tripped over the perfectly flat marble floor and smashed her face into his chest.

-Redacted because it’s my Big Bang contribution this year.

-Square Dance!

Very near future:

-This thing! (It’s not abandoned. I SWEAR.) Post-reveal newlywed love square, except an akuma makes them forget their feelings for each other, and they have to figure out how to deal with the fallout and Marinette’s trying to figure out how to make her feelings for her husband come back as fast as possible.

-Marinette’s Updated Rules for Preventing the Apocalypse A sequel to this, and is 85% just them finding excuses to kiss each other even though they know they’re not supposed to. XD

-Finishing up my Post-Reveal Revelry prompts months-late (as usual).

Kinda nearish future:

-Chapter two of “The Look-alike Contest.” It was highly requested when I first wrote it years ago, and I had ideas for what happened next, even back then. But now, the plot bunnies are back and they won’t leave me alone!

-Parents Day part two (second part of a two-shot), after a three-way identity reveal, Marinette and Adrien try to figure out what to do next.

-Jealousy but from Adrien’s POV

Distant future:

--Thank My Lucky Stars. You know those little origami lucky stars? If you give them away, the receiver gets to make a wish. And you can write little messages before you fold them up. So Marinette writes all the reasons she loves him and gives it to him. But she forgets to sign her name and Adrien reads all the reasons and starts going crazy trying to figure out who it’s from.

-Trope Akuma, who has the ability to teleport the heroes into different tropes. Confusion and hilarity ensue. Half reveal (she knows), pre-relationship.

-Redacted because it’s probably Big Bang 2024. 

Very distant future:

-Medieval/fantasy AU. I asked if people would be interested in seeing this, and it was a resounding “YES!” so I’m adding it to my list of things to write.  Won’t be for a while, though.  Princesses, love square shenanigans, Team Miraculous, magical jewelry, and, of course, Hawk Moth being evil.

Eh, maybe won’t happen (some of them probably won’t), but maybe I’ll post all my notes if anyone is interested:

-For the Good of Paris. After a reveal, Alya tries to get Marinette and Adrien together. You know, so they’ll be good partners while protecting the city. And stuff. (One-shot)

-THIS THING. An akuma makes everyone fall in love with Cat Noir, including Ladybug. 

-It’s the brunch scene before Weredad, just slightly different.  Marinette was yelling about her identity to Tikki as Cat Noir was walking to her door.  There’s no way he didn’t hear her.  There’s also no way he’s not going to play along.

-Adrien and Alya hanging out. Some interesting information is acquired. (one-shot)

-Something I’ve just been calling “Not Copycat” where there’s a new kid at school who’s a big jerk and claims to be Cat Noir. Marinette doesn’t believe him, but everyone else does.  I’m writing this as an excuse to have Marinette publicly get mad in Cat Noir’s honor.  That’s basically it.  Just Mari sticking up for him in front of Adrien.  (Multi-chapter)

-What would have happened if Marinette hadn’t forgiven Adrien about the gum thing? (One-shot, probably - my ideas for this one are still nebulous)

-A post-reveal, pre-relationship choose-your-own-adventure story.  Ladybug and Cat Noir choose to reveal their identities and because they’re both awkward teenagers who can’t communicate effectively, they get stuck in a mutual pining trap.  I’ve got like no ideas for this one beyond what I’ve written here.  I just know I want this story in my life.

-One that was ruined by season three: Master Fu continues to be the guardian, and after Hawk Moth his defeated, he takes the miraculous back before Ladybug and Cat Noir can reveal their identities to each other.  I had a bunch of ideas based off that one premise, so it was kind of like this AU I’d created that I wanted to write a bunch of stories for, about how many different ways they would be able to find each other without their masks, but it doesn’t really make sense with the show going the way it has and the other things on this list are more compelling to me, so I don’t know that I’ll ever write them.

- This thing. It’s just so... terrible. And I love it. Canon Adrinette. Hawk Moth figures out Ladybug’s identity and steals the miracle box, and she forgets a bunch of stuff. Ladybug just doesn’t show up for patrol one day and Cat Noir has to fight akumas on his own. (Recently moved down here because I still really like the idea but I haven’t seen the season 4 finale, but I’ve heard rumors that make me feel like this wouldn’t work as a story anymore, and I know I need to prioritize anyway. 😕 )

...

Knowing how slowly I write, this is probably enough to keep me busy for years, assuming I don’t have any other ideas, which I’m sure I will. So if anyone wants to, you know, pay me a full-time wage so I can dedicate my life to fanfiction and get these out faster, feel free! 😄

I’m mostly writing this for myself, so I can keep my projects straight, but I’m open to questions about any of these.

[thienvaldram]

Book of the Snowstorm Review Compendium

Part 1 - Foreword, Previously on the Multiverse, Magic Bird of Fire, Dinosaur in the Snow

Part 2 - Neither Warrior Nor Thinker, Jenny Over-There’s Wonderful Life, Claus Rosen Bridge

Part 3 - Still Proceeding, Abstract Tales,

Part 4 - The Ties that Bind, A Buggy Little Holiday, Two Auteurs

Part 5 - Trauma and Tinsel, Love & War,

Part 6 - The Goblin the Witch and the Kitchen Sink, Revelry of the Redacted

Part 7 - The God Who Came For Christmas, Presents, The Cathedral of Winter

Part 8 - Just Dropping In, Conspiracy-1263 and the Christmas Conspiracy, Our Bleak Midwinter

Part 9 - The Gift of the Renegades, The First Noël, Our Finest Gifts We Bring (1-10)

Part 10 - Our Finest Gifts We Bring (The Rest)

[palbabor-writes]

Shota’s Cool Times Summer Jamz Mix

But for real, this is a Class 1-A Character Analysis, but with their music choices! 

So it’s editing day, and @albinoburrito​ and I got a little off track. It started with, what do you think Bakugo would listen to? And then it just spiraled out of control. 

So, here it is. Shota’s Cool Times Summer Jamz Mix

Izuku: Indie music, general pop, his dad’s old classic rock albums - was especially excited when he found out that All Might also listens to classic rock and uses it for his workouts. He prolly made like 20 new playlists after that and always tries to play them on the down low when All Might is training with him. He fucking loves it when All Might is like, “oh! I love this song”. Or, asks for him to turn the volume up. Has done some low fi for studies, but that’s really the only time he does it. He likes Young the Giant, MGMT, Alt-J, Strfkr and bands like The Rolling Stones and Van Morrison fill out most of his workout playlists.

Bakugo: Honestly, he doesn’t have any hard and fast preferences. If he likes things he SoundHounds them and moves on. He can cultivate playlists, but it’s not like he’s Kaminari level, having playlists for any and all activities. I do feel like he would lean more toward rap & hip hop titles. As well alt and alt rock. No fucking scream-o, or Eminem, please and thank you. Artists like: Childish Gambino, Travis Scott, Drake, blackbear, Missio, NCT 127, and Jaden’s Icon. However, he does have one low key, wind down playlist with sad, sappy songs that he had to immediately lock when the others found his Spotify. Shit like Band of Horses, Lord Huron, and Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish.

Sero: Indie and indie bops: i.e. Loud Pipes by Ratatat. Some rap & hip hop. Maybe upbeat alternative jams. He strikes me as a Gorillaz fan. He’s good at making playlists, he’s better at the low key ones. Things that you can comfortably listen to and don’t mind them. He doesn’t overthink this. If you hand him the aux you’re never upset. You’ll get bands like: Two Door Cinema Club, Passion Pit, St. Lucia, COIN and Coast Modern.

Kaminari: The KING of cultivated playlists. Like, has one for every occasion. Need something for a party that your parents will also attend? Cross generational? He’s got you. Pump up jams for specific people? He made them like a week ago and has choices. Makes playlists for certain people, but won’t give them out unless you actually want them, or ask him. Yes, he made one for Shinso after that training battle. No, he hasn’t worked up the courage to show him yet. Personal preference: he’s into all the latest pop & he keeps up with artists and tends. For upbeat playlists he goes for: Lady Gaga, Bruno Mars, Rihanna, Maroon 5 and Major Lazer. For low key playlists his go to are: NIKI, Khalid, KALEO, Transviolet, Noah Cyrus, and Bea Miller. His favorite artists waffle. They change rapidly. He loves them one week, but next week he’s got a new fav. He also likes the Jpop scene.

Mina: Hip Hop QUEEN. If it’s got a good beat she is all over it. MUST be a banger. She has mood banger playlists. Like, Kamanari, she’s got some good playlist cultivation skills. She’s also who you want to go to for road trip & sing along playlists. My girl loves a good upbeat “friendship,” playlist. She has a soft spot for some indie bands, i.e, MisterWives, Lorde & Billie Eilish. For her everyday listening needs she is all about: Run the Jewels, Lil Nas X, Quinn XCII, Logic, Calvin Harris, Nicki Minaj and Bhad Bhabie.

Jiro: She listens to all most everything. Massive, massive music pallet. Her family was always big on diversifying her musical tastes. Never let yourself be limited or judgmental because it’s not what you usually listen to. That said, she super big into rock and alt rock. She really like to follow bands. Like Paramour, Panic at the Disco. Bands that have shifted and changed over time. She admires that skill. Jiro cultivates playlists that are super specific and poetic. You know, those concept playlists that are like: enchanting, serene. You are laying in an abandoned castle and you’ve never felt this content and at peace. You are one with the universe, never in your life... Like that shit that’s like a paragraph long and you don’t even understand why, like, why is it so long? And so, specific? She’s got that shit locked down on Spotify. Mina found hers once, ONCE, and she tightened that security seconds later. She loves to listen to: Fleetwood Mac, The Zombies, Joni Mitchell, Terror Jr, Woodkid, Foo Fighters and David Bowie. Literally, she likes everything. Equal opportunity music listener. If it feels good it’s going in a playlist and that playlist is turning into a poem.

Tokoyami: 100% listens to GOTH rock - POST PUNK jams. Don’t @ him. It’s just his vibe k? Siouxsie and the Banshees shit, The Cured, The Smiths, and some good ole’ Evanescence. The darker the better, Revelry in Dark y’all. He’s a sucker for rock opera, that epic extra shit, but it’s also low key embarrassing. He wants no one to know of this. Like if you find it, go away and leaf him alone. Also, never speak of this again. He’s redacted, he’s not even on this list. You didn’t see this.

Iida: Oh my king, he likes some of that Bastille, Coldplay, Imagine Dragons, One Republic in his playlists. Low key, alt rock. Good ole’ safe, alt rock. But, he does like some pop songs. Not that he will talk to you about that. When he’s with his folks he likes to masquerade as a classic rock buff. But he’s bluffing pretty hard. He’s working on that with Izuku. He’ll get there you guys. He knows his brother loves it so he’s trying his BEST. For his pump up work outs he does go for that DAFT PUNK techno.

Aoyama: Oh. My. God. He loves flashy bands. Fucking Glam rock all the way. He’s also super, super up to date on the French hip hop and pop scene. Into people like Yelle, Phoenix, Soprano, Ayama Kamura, Stromae. Loves ELO just for the sheer operatic value. ABBA all the way baby. Anything exciting and anything that makes him feel invigorated. His playlists are a little scattered. He really just tosses whatever he’s vibing on in them.

Kirishima: You already know, why are you even looking here? He’s got the manliest playlists. When he was younger it was like, all alt rock, edgy stuff. Once he got to UA he cleansed that pallet. Not that he don’t go back to those playlists sometimes, but he’s also wanting to move on from those feelings. Now? He’s all about that positive rock babyyy. Anything that has a good, upbeat feeling he’s down for. He’s really looking for those VIBES. Things that get him pumped up and ready to go. Bands like: The Bleachers, The Mowgli’s, Banners, Jukebox The Ghost. Just real positive stuff, man. He also dips into classic rock for his workouts. If he feels like that rap song works with his workout jams it’s going in and he’s cranking it up. He totally found Bakugo’s sadboi playlist and immediately told him, hey, man, I have one of those too, emotions amiright? This is why Bakugo private locked his entire account HARD. Look what you did, Kirishima, you can’t see ANY of it now.

Uraraka: My girl likes pop. That bubble gum shit. But, she’s also has a superrrr hardcore rap playlist for her workouts, like, it’s kinda confusing. Mina found that playlist first and was like ????? I-Is this you? Like this playlist has DMX, Jedi Mind Tricks, Kanye, LL Cool Jay, A$ap Rocky, like, some tunes that get her GOING. But, she loves that cute Jpop and Kpop. She’s got tons of road jam playlists. Those you can put on and everyone is like, ooooooh, this song!!! She’s also has like 3 Disney playlists, for different moods. She also loves Girl in Red, Louis the Child, Hailee Steinfeld, and Mitski.

Todoroki: He...doesn’t have much experience with music cultivation. Like, he knows some songs, he didn’t live under a rock, but he also kinda did...so, that stunted him, in more ways than one. Thanks Endeavor. But, thanks to his classmates, he is starting to get the hang of this. He over thinks this stuff. Like, this music must speak to him. From Iida he likes Bastille, from Uraraka he likes King Princess, From Izuku he’s learned to love Grizzly Bear, and he really, really likes the playlist that Kaminari made for him. He’s leaning heavily on it to find some more tunes for his own small collection. He also learned that he loves anything that is hard rap as well. Especially if he can play it in front of Endeavor. You know, the ones are like, you didn’t fucking pay your child support, you ass. That aggressive, angry rap: Kendrick Lamar, Wiz Khalifa, J. Cole, 21 Savage and Montana of 300. It’s to make his father as uncomfortable as he possibly can be.

Tsuyu: Fucking rainforest and ambient noises. Not really, but also actually. She likes calming sounds, ok? Everyone was like, this is a joke, don’t be ridiculous and then she showed them her playlist of rain sounds. I mean, you go girl. But really, her collection is mostly pop songs, she likes them easy going. Much like her fighting and hero style, she is the glue that holds things together with the class in terms of music selection. Kinda of the bridging gap. Music that you just can’t complain about. Besides, why would you? What’s wrong with you? It’s Froppy. She and Uraraka often find themselves overlapping on their upbeat indie pop playlists, stuff like: Sara Bareilles, Oh Wonder, Kygo, Kero Kero Bonito, Taylor Swift, MARINA, and Regina Spektor. She did find Uraraka’s rap playlist and didn’t....approve. Did not want to use it for their joint workout. No, thank you.

Ojiro: Oh, you don’t get enough screen time son. You really don’t. He’s very low key. Into some indie stuff, like: Lumineers, Local Natives, Morningsiders, Manchester Orchestra, Vampire Weekend. He likes acoustic sounds, really down to earth. Once again, you cannot complain whenever he gets to select the music. Izuku especially approves when he plays his music because he always finds something new. For his workouts he prefers some heavy, heavy rock. You know, when you get to wail the shit out of stuff with your tail. He’s playing that Five Finger Death Punch in his MIND.

Koda: Nature sounds. Honestly. Full. Stop. Dead-ass he is living for artists like Corrine Bailey Rae, Hozier, Alesia Cara, Adele, and Maggie Rogers. He’s also got that Kacey Musgraves and Florence + The Machine on LOCK. Anything that feels ethereal and light is right up his alley. He likes it a little spooky sometimes. He does have a killer Halloween playlist, but he hasn’t ever quite worked up the courage to play it for his classmates. Oh. Also, listens to Enya un-ironically. He also might have a repeat problem with Imogen Heap’s Hide and Seek.  

Sato: He’s into new bands that I don’t even fucking listen to. He loves him some alt rock too. But, he’s not above that classic rock. He just likes stuff that he can head bang to. Not a metal head, but low key IS a metal head. Stuff like: Arctic Monkeys, Bring Me The Horizon, Highly Suspect, Royal Blood, The Smashing Pumpkins. He also has a wonderful baking playlist. Like 1950’s crooners. Think Dorris Day, The Ink Spots, Billie Holiday, Nat King Cole, and Frankie Valli.

Momo: Classical. Moving on. But really, she loves a good brain playlist with musicians, cuz they aren’t artists to her, they have a specific name for the work that they do: Bach, Debussy, Beethoven, Strauss, and some Tchaikovsky...some of his stuff is too much, even for her. She is starting to broaden her tastes. She really loves Sato’s baking playlist, those 50’s and 60’s beats are right up her alley. Jiro is slowly getting her to try out some pop and low key alt rock bands too. She’s growing and learning, y’all.

Toru: POP. That Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera MOUSE CLUB STUFF. She likes sing-alongs. Like has 20 Disney playlists and is always, always down to do a Grease playlist. You honestly feel attacked by how upbeat and peppy her playlists are, ATTACKED BY A GOOD TIME. It’s teen bop pop all the way here folks, no need to dig too deeply into it. She likes: Lizzo, Beyoncé, T. Swift, but like, leans into her hard, she is a swifter head, or whatever it’s called...Arizona, Carly Rae Jepson, Ariana Grande, Selena Gomez, Harry Styles, Katy Perry, and Kesha among the millions of others.

Shoji: This guy. He loves him some alt rock. He, like Ojiro, needs more screen time. He likely listens to lofi playlists fully. Like, not in the way Izuku just listens to them when he’s studying, but like, for fun. Like he actually GETS them, you know? He likes bands like: Cage the Elephant, Beck, Broken Bells, Modest Mouse, The Killers, Neon Trees and Grouplove. For real tho, he needs more screen time.

Aaaaaaaand Mineta: He needs less screen time. Thank you your honor, I rest my case. Um, but like, he’s down for that dirty rap. Like, the slimier the better. If it’s ass, money, pussy, he’s on it. Big Sean is his hero. He thinks the Weekend is the best singer known to man. If this upsets you, I am sorry. I love him too, but sometimes we gotta face the truth. Mineta loves, loves, loves the Weekend. He’s also super down on the Megan Thee Stallion train. Oh, and Cardi B too. He also likes Tyga and Sage the Gemini. These are his top pics. His current ringtone is WAP and Aizawa nearly snapped his phone in half when he heard that go off in his classroom.

Bonus: 

- Aizawa: Yes, he has heard WAP. He’s literally attached at the hip to a dj and you know Midnight and Present Mic were all over that song when it was released. Those two tried to do that tiktok choral rendition of it. It didn’t go well. But seriously, this man likes a little bit of everything. He’s a no-fuss, low key guy and his music tastes are the same. He likes alternative and indie the most. Some of that: Sylvan Esso, Silversun Pickups, The Black Keys, The Flaming Lips, The Strokes, Cake, Incubus, and the Deftones. While he has no time to cultivate playlists, he does have a grading playlist that he quickly threw together. It helps him to zone in and work. Yes, Present Mic likes to add funky shit to it, just to ruffle his feathers. In the worst universe, slash in THIS universe, Aizawa was too lazy to get his own Spotify and he shares one with Present Mic. That poor algorithm has no idea what to recommend. He’s just waiting for that cease and desist letter from Spotify’s fraud department. Any day now.

Alright! Hope ya’ll liked it. Lemme know if you want more. We kinda started on one for the LOV, but it’s not finished just yet. In other news, we WILL edit the new chapter of “Look Upon the Light” tonight, don’t worry, we’ll be good. It should be out in the next few days. 

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==> [REDACTED]: Witness the line between sea and sky.

Powerful, ancient wings carry you across the sky, massive muscles rippling under your scales with each uptake.

The lights of some inconsequential city glitter below you, trolls living their lives with no knowledge of you. Your dear Alternia looks so small from this great height, the horizon seeming to vanish, with the stars enveloping you as though you were nothing. You can see the very curvature of the planet, the moons hanging in the sky as though deliberately placed there.

Something more earthly catches your attention. You have always found that far more interesting than the stars.

Far, far below, ships offshore fire upon the town. What looked like little toys, become warships. Insignificant masses become fleeing victims, individuals with lives being torn apart with one deadly decision.

Your gaze falls upon the maestro. She delights in her song of blood, yet it is so inconsequential to you.

Oh, how you adore trollkind in their revelry, their passion, their agony.

You watch a woman fall to her knees, clutching the burned corpse of her love. You watch a man drag himself across the ground, his lower half all but removed by a direct hit from the cannonfire. 

This horrible, beautiful song reaches you.

You hang here, watching, waiting. You watch those who go, and you watch those who come.

They bring a relief you did not expect. They carry the bodies, and tend to the wounded. The survivors would, of course, rebuild anyway. Remake their ruined lives. They would find hope. But hope has found them first.

In the form of a boy, clinging to the ship’s rigging by one arm.

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OUT OF CHARACTER.

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IN CHARACTER.

— stats.

name: Euphemia Potter neé Ollivander

gender & pronouns: cis female & she/her

age & dob: 33 & 12 October 1917

affiliation: Workers of the World

occupation: Socialite

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— character study.

An eminent pureblood family whose name has been entwined with wandcraft since time immemorial, the surname Ollivander is one known to all facets of British Wizarding Society. Born to said family on the 12th of October, 1917 under the stars of Libra was young Euphemia, a bright and effervescent young soul who charmed and delighted all those around her. Curious and bright, she often got into trouble, which she easily maneuvered her way out of with bright smiles and a skillful tongue. 

Upon arriving at Hogwarts, she was sorted into Slytherin — to the surprise of many, who had expected the bold young child to go to Gryffindor. But the charm of Euphemia was that she could find herself in any room and socialize easily, and so she integrated into Slytherin (and indeed all of Hogwarts, despite her blood and her affluence mingling easily with all), and as she grew earned herself a reputation as a benefactrix of intricately planned feasts and revelries, cutting through the fence of House rivalries for shared evenings of carefree partying, sometimes edging on debauchery. 

She was a bright young witch, yes, though perhaps not a bright student. She had the intelligence, but often lacked the diligence to achieve great marks. Nonetheless, because of her lineage, her popularity, and the brightness that sometimes sparked through, especially in the rare class that caught her attention and her dedication, she was invited to Slughorn’s exclusive club. 

Despite her privilege, despite her position in the society that Dumbledore and Grindelwald had built, despite her blood status, Euphemia’s loyalty has always had lofty ideals. Liberty and equality both, one not without the other, were the highest virtues, and soon enough she found herself entangled with the Workers of the World. She keeps her values hidden from plain sight, and remains in high standing with the larger society, a position where she uses her skills to gather reconnaissance and influence others from a pedestal with further reach. She dreams of a future without Dumbledore and Grindelwald’s tyranny, and despite entering into a pureblood marriage, without the restraints of blood purity. 

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Unmasked ~ Seven

Written by: ~ M ~

Prompt #88

Rating: E (Explicit) This fic will contain consensual sexual content; mild language; discussions of injuries, illness, and amputations in a historical setting; discussions of miscarriage; discussions of minor character suicide; references to non consensual sexual situations.

My thanks to the moderators of @everlarkficexchange for always running an entertaining event, and for playing along with a little fun and mystery. Please enjoy the seventh chapter of this adventure. Previous installments can be found here. Regards,

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~~ Chapter 7 ~~

I wake eager to start the day with a list of tasks to accomplish. Having slept late after our late night of revelry, I haven’t as much time as I would like. I prepare in my head the things I wish to discuss with Robert. There is the obvious issue of my home and my need to return soon, but there is also the matter of Peeta.

After much thinking, I have determined that perhaps I have not been as kind to Peeta as I ought. He did help me that day in the rain, and he means a great deal to Robert, perhaps as much as Prim means to me. I cannot fathom severing their bonds as brothers and add making amends with Peeta to my list of tasks needing my attention.

Only, there is no word from Sir Robert. No love letters or sonnets. No pink roses waiting for me at the breakfast table and no cards announcing a visit, at least not any from the man I kissed last night.

The longer the day stretches with no word from him, the more agitated I become, especially given the looks of concern Madge continues to send me throughout the day. Effie begins the day with a wide smile, but by the end she is more distraught than I. Before the effernoon of visitors even ends, she retreats to her room to nurse a headache and leaves the remainder of the entertaining to Madge and I. I find myself in the awkward position of chaperoning a visit from three different gentlemen… who clearly have come to see Madge, not I. Technically I am not supposed to chaperone as I have never been married, but since I allowed a man to kiss me and half undress me in the gardens last night, I suppose it is apparent that I do not much care for technicalities and propriety anyways.

Uncle Haymitch joins us for dinner, adding another face of concern. It is more than I can stand.

“Perhaps he drank too much and was recovering today,” Effie suggests in a whisper and I bow my head, unable to tell them that if that is the case, then he went elsewhere to drink after the ball. He was perfectly sober when he left me in the gardens. “Tell me again everything that he said.”

I sigh and give Effie the highly redacted version of my night that I gave her less than an hour ago.

“There must be a reason,” she insists. “If there is no word tomorrow, Haymitch will pay a visit to him. Or to the Marquis!”

“I will not go see the Marquis unless it is to greet him at the gates of hell.”

“Honestly Haymitch, I do not know what your issue is with the man, but you must set it aside for the sake of our niece!”

“Madame. I warned you not to tangle with that family,” he snarls at her and stands, squeezing my shoulder once before leaving the dining room. Effie huffs and I can barely summon the energy to wonder at his words. Whatever his reasoning for not wanting me to pursue Sir Robert, it appears that perhaps he was right.

The sun sets and then another day passes. That is all the pouting I allow myself. I need to return home. I long for it in a way I cannot describe, but I cannot leave the city with no resolution betwixt me and my betrothed. I resolve to not sit on my haunches. With Madge fast asleep, I light a candle and pen a note to Sir Robert.

As the ink dries, I read through my words and scowl. That won’t do. I sound angry and petulant. I crumple it up and throw it in the grate, gnashing my teeth to release the anger into the air and not into my missive to him.

The next is discarded for sounding too lovesick. Another for containing one too many complaints. Another comes out accusatory and while I think it justified, the words may not inspire much passion on his part.

It is early in the morning when I throw away my tenth attempt and climb into bed, defeated. I have no idea how to pen a decent love letter. I shall simply have to throw another convention to the winds and visit him myself tomorrow.

My sleep is terrible as I spend the rest of the night reliving our time at the masquerade, searching for clues and only confusing myself more. All those beautiful things he said about dancing a thousand dances on a broken leg for me and he can’t even be bothered to send a note.

Perhaps he has fallen ill. As awful a person as it makes me for even thinking it, I hope that this is the case. It is uncharitable of me, yes but it is a decent explanation that satisfies my vanity and gives me the courage to brave the world in the morning.

I know that I still look ghastly when I finally make it downstairs, seeking food and nothing more, only to be accosted by Aunt Effie in a fit of screams.

“Look, my darling, darling girl!” She shoves a newspaper at me and hurries up the stairs. “I am going to wake Haymitch! He needs to see this! I knew that young man would turn up! He is besotted with you, after all!”

I glance half hearted at the newspaper and the words in the weekly society pages that have Effie so elated.

“Katniss! Go put on a different dress! That one is making your complexion look sallow. You cannot greet the Marquis or Sir Robert thus!”

“The Marquis is visiting today?” Madge asks as she emerges from the library with a book in her hands and a hopeful smile on her face.

“No card yet, but an engagement announcement in the papers! He cannot ignore you now!”

I shove the papers at Madge and walk into the breakfast room, loading a plate to overflowing as she reads the words aloud, announcing to the world that a Miss Katniss Everdeen of Southeastern Panem, daughter of Mr. Kent Everdeen and his wife Mrs. Elise Everdeen, shall soon wed Sir Robert K. Mellark, third son of the Marquis and Marchioness de Vale, Lord Reginald and his wife, Lady Tabitha Mellark.

“This is good news!” she says as I drop my plate on the table with an unladylike amount of vigour and noise.

“I do not understand it.”

“It was only two days without word, perhaps he was seeing to the papers and license,” Madge soothes and takes my hand in hers.

“Not even a note? No word for days, Madge.”

“You disturb my sleep for this?” Haymitch shouts.

“Tell your niece to put on the blue dress. It brings out her eyes and she won’t listen to me this morning! She must look her best today!”

I groan and stand to pour myself some coffee. I do not usually drink the stuff, but I think I might need it today.

“Katniss, sweetheart, if you have an ounce of affection for me, you will do as your aunt says so that she stops harping at me about something as trivial as the shade of your dress!”

Before a decent argument begins, there is a knock at the door.

“Oh! That will be Matilda. She will have seen the announcement!”

Chaos ensues as Effie attempts to push me up the stairs to change, before I am done with my breakfast.

“I do not need to see Matilda. She is your friend.”

“She will want to see the bride to be! I do not often get the chance to gloat and show you off, darling!” Effie gushes and Haymitch attempts to use a silver platter as a mirror to tie his cravat. “Margaret! A little help.”

“At least let her finish her toast, Aunt Effie.”

“Ahem.” We all turn to stare at the butler as he bows. “I beg your pardon. The Marquis de Vale and a Mr. Peeta Mellark await you in the study, Mr. Abernathy.”

“The study?”

“Peeta?”

“Not Sir Robert?”

The butler’s head swivels between the three of us ladies and finally settles on looking at Haymitch.

“They wish an audience with Mr. Abernathy and Miss Everdeen.”

“Not in the parlor?” Effie squeaks and Haymitch sets his hands on her shoulders. “That is not sociable at all. What is going on, Haymitch?”

“Compose yourself and let us deal with this. Take no visitors until we return. Not even Matilda.”

“But Haymitch!”

“Not one visitor, Madame. Katniss, come with me and hope you do not regret listening to your aunt’s courtship advice.”

I wipe my hands clean and then rub my palms on my skirt. They’ve begun to sweat horribly. Haymitch leads me to the study and opens the door for me. I walk in with as much dignity as my churning stomach allows.

Peeta paces the carpet and a man I can only assume is the Marquis stands in front of the window, staring out on the world with his hands folded behind his back. There is a third man I do not recognize, seated and paging through a stack of papers.

“Miss Everdeen,” Peeta says and takes two steps towards me before his father coughs in an annoying manner and Peeta halts. I stare at him as he bows to me, slow and sedate. “Good morning.”

“Abernathy,” the Marquis says and I turn slightly to examine the father.

Good lord, there’s more of them.

I almost blurt the words out as my eyes dart from one Mellark to the other. If Peeta and Robert look as though they could be twins, despite their difference in age, there is no denying that the man who turns from the window to examine me is most definitely their father. I feel as though I could be looking at one of the brothers forty years from now, with lightened hair at the temples and grooves carved into his face.

Peeta’s lips curl up on one side in a wry smile at my reaction, as though echoing Robert’s words from the other night. Impossible to deny, given the physical similarities. I almost laugh, but manage to contain what I am sure would be a crazed sound.

“Mellark,” Haymitch says and I swear I can hear Effie fainting upstairs at the subtle snub in not using his title. It stuns even me, although the Marquis does not even blink at it.

“It has been some time.”

“Not long enough.”

“Indeed.”

“To what do we owe the honour of your visit?”

“Cease the act, Abernathy. There was an engagement announcement in the papers today and we need to sort it out before it gets out of hand.”

“What is to sort? The announcement is true,” I say and the Marquis arches a brow at me, the lines on his face deepening with his scowl.

“Is it now?”

“Your son Robert proposed to my niece three days ago,” Haymitch says, stepping protectively between myself and the Marquis. The protective gesture annoys me.

“He did not,” the Marquis proclaims confidently.

For some reason, my eyes jump to Peeta. Anger leaps high in me at how he stands there, silent. Surely Robert told him? But no defence is forthcoming from the bastard as the father continues.

“My son,” he sighs deeply and sinks into the chair behind Haymitch’s desk. “Has made a number of costly and foolish choices recently, but proposing to this bit of fluff cannot be one of them. Furthermore, it is most vicious of your family to run this announcement without my approval.”

Anger and indignation rise in me, burning hot as the insinuations sink in.

“We did not run the announcement!”

“And yet here it is in print.”

“Robert must have–” my words are cut short by a solid hand slamming on the desk. I flinch and glance nervously at Peeta to see if the noise had any affect on him at all. He remains a stone wall, unresponsive, just like his horse. But now that I am getting a good look at him, I see that he appears as awful as I feel. Dark circles ring his eyes and his skin appears pale, unnourished.

Something dreadful has happened.

“Robert could not,” the Marquis insists, his face turning purple as he seems to be stumbling through his words, starting half a dozen sentences and failing to complete them before Peeta finally speaks.

“Robert is gone.”

In the silence that follows, we listen to the ticking clock in the corner and the third man coughs.

“Gone? Gone how?” I ask, thinking a hundred horrible thoughts of him dead along a roadside, murdered by a highwayman, killed by an overturned carriage, lost to a fever. Perhaps it is cruel of me, but in the moment, death would be welcome to the thought that he courted me, kissed me, and then discarded me so carelessly. My stomach sinks as the Marquis sighs.

“That is not for you to reveal, boy.”

“She deserves to know,” Peeta says and stares his father down. “Whether you wish to admit it or not, Robert was, for all appearances, courting her, and there are any number of witnesses to it. She deserves to know.”

For one second, I am struck with the impression of two colliding thunderstorms and then the Marquis relents. “Very well, then. You claim to know the tart, you tell her.”

I gasp at the insult and Haymitch steps forward, but Peeta comes between the two older men, a contrite look on his face.

“May I speak with your niece, Mr. Abernathy?”

“She is standing right there. No need for permission,” the Marquis says. He is lucky his son stands guard because I have half a mind to fetch a weapon and split his skull for his rude behavior.

“Please,” Peeta says softly. Something in his voice draws my attention to him, and I am frozen in place by his pleading gaze. There is pain in his eyes and curiosity gets the better of me. I squeeze my uncle’s arm. Haymitch nods his silent permission and Peeta takes a deep breath before explaining. “He has eloped with someone. My brother Ethan and several others went after him, but they were…”

I stare at him as though he’s speaking another language, unable to believe the words or what they mean for me.

“Too late. He’s already married the trollop and made annulment impossible, God help him,” the Marquis growls and launches into a tirade that I cannot follow. My head swims with the news.

Robert eloped and already married someone else. For an instant, I feel as though my soul separates from my body. I cannot process this news, cannot reconcile it with the events of the masquerade. How could this happen? I saw him only a few days ago and the man I spent the night with at the masquerade seemed enthralled with me. The things he said, the way he kissed me! How could he already have married someone else? I know that Peeta said Robert falls in love easily but who could he have fallen in love with that quickly?

Peeta. Peeta would know with who and how this happened.

I refocus my attention on him. Oddly, he seems to be the only person I can focus on right now as he whispers. “I am…sorry, Miss Everdeen.”

“I have restricted my son and his…wife to remain far from town until this has time to fade out of interest. It would have not been an issue at all were it not for this travesty.” The Marquis lifts the paper and smacks it down on the desk. “You people–”

“Who ran the announcement is of little consequence,” Peeta interrupts and his father glares hotly at him. “The damage is done and the important matter now is repairing it.”

“Indeed,” the third man finally dares to speak, but I’ve no time to ask who he is or why he’s here.

“I do not see how this is our concern. Your boy is the one who ran off and broke the engagement. Katniss has done nothing wrong,” Haymitch says and the Marquis smiles. The expression is repulsive, almost sadistic and I have to force myself not to reach for Haymitch’s hand.

“Do you really wish to test that theory, Abernathy?”

I wait for Haymitch to leap to my defense, to tell this man to go to hell. The silence stretches to unbearable until the Marquis stands and spreads his hands on the desk.

“I thought not. Here is what is to be done. Robert is now married and obviously cannot have two wives. We have an engagement announcement in the papers that will destroy his status as a gentleman if allowed to stand, and I cannot allow that, no matter how beneath his rank he has chosen to wed. Luckily, I still have one unmarried son. A retraction, a correction will run in the society papers next week. I have already submitted it for print, announcing that your…Katrina–”

“Katniss,” Peeta corrects.

“No matter. Announcing that today’s paper contained a mistake and she is to marry Peeta here instead.”

“I will not!” I shout. I have been insulted, accused, and abused this morning. I will not stand for having my life decided for me as well.

“Sweetheart, hush,” Haymitch tries to soothe and I turn my anger on him, glaring daggers that he seems willing to roll over and take orders from this pompous ass.

“My solicitor, Mr. Cameron,” the Marquis waves towards the third man in the room, “has already drawn up the papers. You will sign today and then you and your family will tell every caller to your house of the mistake. Play it for a lark or a joke. An amusing misunderstanding if you must. You will not breathe so much as a word of Robert’s marriage. Tell them whatever they need to hear. Perhaps that your niece fell madly in love with Peeta instead of Robert. There is precedence for that sort of claim to a fickle heart in your family after all.”

Fury contained burns hot in my blood as he speaks. Ruthless, manipulative, cold and demanding. My mother was too kind in her description of him when she only used one of those words. I hate him already and my fingers itch to claw his eyes out before he even delivers the worst of his verdict.

“My son and your niece will be married as soon as feasible. Afterwards, I will announce Robert’s marriage in such a way that it will not seem that his marriage prompted this fiasco, and then this mess will disappear, no permanent harm done,” the Marquis finishes and runs his hands over his waistcoat.

“No permanent harm done?” I take a step towards him with murder in my mind, but Haymitch intercepts.

“I would have a word with my niece,” he says as I struggle to free myself from his grip and not cry in front of these bastards who would decide my life for me.

“Of course. We will wait here.” The Marquis waves his hand, dismissing us and my anger nearly bubbles over into screeching at his treatment of my uncle in his own home, at his cold assurance that he will get exactly his way.

Haymitch drags me down the hall and practically slams me into a wall as my tears break free. “How can you let him speak to you so? How did this happen?”

“Katniss, get ahold of yourself! You’ve gotten embroiled in a scandal with the wrong family, that is what happened. God damnit! I should have listened to my instincts and not Effie’s insistence.”

“Explain now.”

“Twenty-eight years ago, that man in there courted your mother and proposed to her. She refused because she was already in love with someone else, and two days later her engagement to your father appeared in the papers. She was lucky to walk away unscathed. She had no sisters to protect, no obvious weak spots for him to exploit. He had not come into his title yet, he found another poor wretch to marry him instead, and his father was slightly more forgiving. Elise has no idea what she narrowly escaped. You are not going to be so lucky as your mother, Katniss.”

“I won’t marry his bastard son to salvage the reputation of a man who proposed and then reneged! It won’t damage Robert that much anyways! Ha-ha! He realised too late how unsuitable the poor, untitled farmer’s daughter was for him!”

“Sweetheart,” Haymitch shakes his head and his face twists in pain. “I hate this for you as much as you do. But you do not comprehend the danger. Just a word or two, even a whisper of a scandal out of that man’s mouth and both you and Prim will suffer.”

“Prim?” I ask, freezing in horror. “It would be lies!”

“It matters not. All that will matter is who chooses to believe him. His is not the sort of power you can enrage without consequence. Do you understand?”

My tears and heaving slows. I still do not understand what happened between the masquerade and the morning after to so change Robert’s affections towards me. I feel as though a knife has been lodged between my ribs, but I can understand what Haymitch is saying. Lord Mellark could make it so that no one decent will marry Prim or myself.

In other words, will have to marry Peeta. I have no choice.

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Details are finalised. Mr Cameron adjusts the contract as appropriate. Lord Mellark makes a point of telling me how Peeta will now receive half of the amount meant for Sir Robert upon marriage as well as the amount intended for Peeta himself, since the youngest legitimate Mellark has caused his father and his family such embarrassment and trouble.

“Does that satisfy, Miss Everdeen?” Lord Mellark asks as Haymitch signs the paperwork in my father’s stead and hands the quill to me so that I may also sign.

“It is most generous,” I say, certain when he nods that Lord Mellark missed my sarcasm.

The last signature sealing my fate belongs to Peeta. He accepts the quill from me and nearly drops it with how hard he tries to keep from touching me in the exchange. A sickening feeling fills me as I wonder what, if anything, Robert told him about that night at the masquerade. My eyes jump to the scars on his face. Annoyance that he would so judge me when he is clearly marked as I am churns in my gut. Or perhaps there are other reasons he now acts as though I have leprosy.

Then I cannot watch as he bends over the desk to sign. I stare unseeing out the window and wait for the scratching of quill tip on parchment. It does not arrive. Peeta stands and sets the quill back in its jar.

“May I speak to you a moment, Miss Everdeen?”

“I think you have spoken enough,” I say.

“There will be time for that later. Sign the papers.” I truly wish I could challenge his blasted father to a duel.

“After then? Perhaps a walk in the garden?” Peeta persists.

“I would not foul the pathways so,” I say, furious that he would suggest such a thing, even if he is unaware of what passed between Robert and I three days ago. A proposal in one garden and a kiss in another. I don’t care if it was not real, I won’t allow this bastard to further sully my memories of that day. The Marquis makes an odd noise in his throat.

“You are a nasty piece, aren’t you? No wonder my son had no real interest in you.”

The words strike deep and cause such pain. When I was eight, my mare was spooked by a snake and threw me. I laid on the ground gasping for air, my chest tighter than a corset. I thought I might die and this feeling that Lord Mellark imposes on me with his words is far worse than that feeling.

Because it must be true. Regardless of what happened at the masquerade, Robert would not have eloped and married another with such haste and no word of explanation to me if he felt any true regard for either myself or my feelings. Whatever I felt that night was truly one sided.

“Enough insults, Mellark. She has signed your damn papers. Allow the girl some anger and upset for the way things have turned out,” Haymitch says.

Lord Mellark grunts and begins to gather his things. “I haven’t time for this, boy. Already I have wasted an entire morning on this mess. Either sign or I will pursue my initial plans.”

I have no idea what he means, but whatever it is spurs Peeta into action. I’ve never seen anyone sign their name so fast nor with so much restrained rage. The glare he sends his own father leaves me breathless. I feel a slight twinge of pity as I realise that I am not the only one being forced into this travesty of marriage against my will.

Then I crush it. I have no space in my shattered heart for Peeta’s pain. I’ve enough of my own to carry.

“Excellent. I’m off. Good day, Abernathy.” The Marquis departs with his solicitor and his papers.

The three of us left in the room linger in charged silence until the carriage leaves.

“Why are you still here?” I snarl at Peeta.

“I should go explain things to your aunt,” Haymitch says and practically runs from the room. I scowl after him, furious at his cowardice in leaving me alone with this bastard. Shouldn’t he at least punch Peeta to defend my honour?

I doubt that you need his help. Robert’s words about me not needing Haymitch to defend my honour rise up in my memory to taunt me. Very well then. I shall do it myself.

“There is something I must tell you,” Peeta says before I can so much as make a fist.

“I’ve no wish to entertain a bastard this afternoon. If you’ll be so good as to see yourself out.” I spin and march from the room. I make it to the stairs before the tears start and then I run.

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I lay with eyes fixed on the window, the curtains parted just enough to admit the glow of the moon. So beautiful and cold in the night sky. I wonder if Prim or my mother were able to enjoy their evening. It has been several days since I heard from them. I never told them of my engagement, thankfully. At first distracted by the masquerade and then by Sir Robert’s silence, I never sent word. Now I am glad that I did not, for explaining that mess would only make this entire situation worse. And to think just three nights ago, I squealed with foolish, girlish joy over a few kisses, thinking myself to be falling in love.

My eyes ache, tormented by the need to contain my tears all day while I was forced to sit in the parlor between Aunt Effie and Madge. Forced to drink tea and laugh at the “mistake.” Forced to pretend joy at my betrothal to a man I despise and who I am certain despises me.

Of course every known acquaintance would choose today to visit, tempted here by that blasted announcement to offer their congratulations. Effie insists it was not her who ran the announcement. That leaves only Robert himself, but that makes no sense either and unfortunately, Peeta was right. It matters not who sent in the announcement. What matters now is repairing the damage.

While I have been mourning for my loss of something I am not certain I ever possessed, barely able to speak and instead hiding behind a false smile of speechless fake joy, Madge and Effie had the difficult task of explaining that no, Katniss shan’t be wedding the charming Sir Robert but the other brother, with whom I am apparently madly in love.

I could release them now. The tears. I’ve enough of a broken heart to fill the night with sobs aplenty and give myself a headache, but I refuse to give the trio of Mellark bastards determining my future the satisfaction.

“Katniss…” Madge whispers. Her voice sounds choked, as though she too is holding back tears. “I’m so sorry. I… I was so concerned about returning to Maysilee as soon as possible. So happy when it seemed that we might find you a decent man for a husband with such ease that I was—“ she sniffles as tears slip from my eyes. I know she is crying as well. “I’m so sorry. I do not want your marriage to be anything like mine was.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and summon as much cheer as I can manage.

“Perhaps Mr. Mellark suffers a terminal illness and will make me a widow by the end of the year.”

“Perhaps,” Madge says although she does not sound convinced.

“It is not your fault, Madge,” I whisper, my voice a detached monotone. “You did not elope with Robert, nor did you encourage him to do so.”

“No. But I ignored the warnings in his behaviour.”

“What warnings?” I turn slightly in bed, a sudden cold feeling sweeping over me.

“I do not know how to explain it and perhaps it is the clarity of viewing past events and knowing the outcome now speaking, but Sir Robert’s suit was… lukewarm at best. So little passion for such haste. In truth, now that I think on it, Peeta showed more interest in you than Robert did.”

“Until the masquerade,” I remind her, ignoring what she says about Peeta. She sighs.

“Yes. That I cannot yet explain.”

I do not answer, unable to do so without expelling a torrent of sobs. I wait until I have control and by then, I am certain she is asleep and unable to hear me.

“Nor I.”

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I survive the second day of my engagement to Peeta Mellark and escape to the garden after the visitors cease their torment, using the excuse of cutting flowers for the dinner table. The gardner who would usually attend the task gave no resistance when I asked, handing over her shears and basket with a soft look of pity. Bah. Does everyone know of my misfortunes in romance?

I need a distraction and the flowers oblige. I have half filled the basket when a sound alerts me to the presence of another. I expect Madge and scowl when I see Peeta walking towards me. His gait is uneven and he moves with a pronounced limp. Good. While I do not know the source of his injury, I do know that he deserves some pain for what he and his brother have done to me.

“You are late for visits. We are fresh out of tea, and I will not be inviting you to dinner.”

“Miss Everdeen,” he says as he stops near me.

“Have you come to make more demands then? Is marrying you not enough?”

“I did not want this any more than you.”

I do not even try to contain my sound of disbelief. “You did not want Robert to marry me. You made no secret of that, and now you have exactly what you wanted.”

“Not like this. I did not want this,” he insists. I choose to ignore him now. Maybe then he will leave. “I merely wanted to be sure that he would not fall in love with someone who could not and would not love him in return.”

The silence the stretches between us, broken only by the songs of birds and the faint noises of traffic on the street in front of the house.

“You garden as a hobby?” Peeta asks, clearly not taking my hints that I wish him to be gone. I resign myself to attempting conversation.

“I suppose that is not a suitable hobby for the wife of a Marquis’ illegitimate son in your mind?”

“I have nothing against gardening.”

“Thank goodness. My continuation of my favorite activities was hanging by the thin thread of your approval.”

“You dislike me.”

“No more than you dislike me,” I say and examine a few stems instead of looking at him.

“I do not dislike you at all, Miss Everdeen,” he says softly.

“Good heavens!” I say and lean back, sheltering my eyes from the sun with one hand to look up at him. “Such high praise! I would hate to see how you treat someone who has earned your disdain.”

He makes a strange growling noise of frustration in his throat. “Despite what you may think, I find you…intriguing and…enchanting. I do not wish for either of us to be miserable in our lives together. If you could find it in your heart to give me a chance—“

The snorting, indignant huff of disbelief I make cuts off his words and he finally ceases. I am quite tired of seeing Peeta Mellark, I think as I stand, brushing dirt off my hands onto my skirts since in my haste to escape, I forgot gloves. Effie would be furious at the dirt I leave on my skirts, especially in the presence of a gentleman, but if we’re going to be married, he might as well know what he’s getting.

I have always preferred feeling the plants and the soil, the life between my fingers anyways.

“A chance to do what?”

“Tell you the truth, for starters.”

“By all means, do share,” I throw my arms wide and let them fall to my sides. “I cannot see how it could possibly make anything worse. What excuse will you give for your brother courting and misleading a lady only to discard her the day after he proposes, I wonder. It is certain to be quite entertaining.”

“Robert was gone mere hours after he proposed to you.” A stab of pain lances across my chest at this. I shake my head to deny the words that pour from Peeta’s mouth. “He never made it to the masquerade at all.”

“No.” I keep shaking my head, hoping that it will make this nightmare stop. “No I saw him there. He…”

“That wasn’t Robert,” Peeta whispers and his fingers trace mine, exactly as the man in the mask did that night. My heart revolts against what he is saying. “Katniss—“

“No!” I shout and step away from him, snatching up my shears again. “You are not allowed to address me so! You and your kin have lied to me, used me most horribly, insulted me, and played with my heart! You have taken away what little choice I had in to whom and when I am married! You are not allowed to speak my name thus!”

I spin back to my plants and grasp a rose by the stem then yelp as the thorns pricks me.

“Bastard roses!” I screech, bringing my hand to my chest and dropping the shears.

“Even the flowers meet your disapproval in their wanton ways of pollinating.” Peeta reaches out and grasps my hand. We engage in a brief tussle for control of my wrist, but he unfortunately wins with a glare reminiscent of the way my mother used to look at me when I would not sit still to have a scrape cleaned and dressed. “You have gotten a pair of thorns embedded in your palm. Come with me.”

Pain and heartache make me too weak to resist. I should kick him but am suddenly sapped of the strength to do so. Surely an effect of my outburst.

He leads me towards a rain barrel and produces a handkerchief and after assuring me that it is clean, dips the elegant cloth into the rain water. He gently cleans the cuts on my palm. My pulse turns erratic as he blows on the cuts to dry them, wiping away more dirt. I watch as his pristine white cloth grows dark with earth and my blood.

“This may hurt a little,” he warns and he slides a knife out from I’ve no idea where. I gasp, stunned at the quick flash of metal. “Apologies. Habit from–”

“The infantry?” I ask and he nods. I take a deep breath and give him permission. “Proceed.”

I turn my head away so I need not watch. As comfortable as I am with the blood of animals, human blood – in particular mine or that of anyone I love – never fails to make me nauseous.

“For shame on the flowers. Cavorting with the bees,” he murmurs as I barely feel a prick or two and then slight pressure.

I snort at this and shove the laughter down deep. I will not give him the satisfaction of my laughter as his warm palm cradles mine, loose enough to not hurt me but tight enough to prevent my escape. For me to feel the calluses on his skin and the caress of his thumb over mine in a soothing gesture. The touch feels familiar although I dismiss that as a trick caused by his words. I refuse to believe it was Peeta at the masquerade that night. I can only withstand so many blows to my heart.

“They are Aunt Effie’s favorite but, I am not fond of roses,” I gasp out and he lifts his head to look at me.

“Because they are so…scandalous?” he asks with a teasing smile lifting the corner of his lips. I fight back my own smile. I will not smile for him. I will not fall for more of his deception.

“No. Because their scent is overwhelming and sticks in the nostrils, eventually growing foul. They are quite common. Everyone seems to hand them out as gifts and has them planted in their gardens.”

“So you prefer more extraordinary blooms.”

“No.” I say, and he seems to be waiting for more.

“Perhaps something more wild and native to your home then.”

I cannot breathe. The intense way he looks at me wraps around me and squeezes the air from my lungs.

“Why do you care?”

“Because like you, I do not wish to marry a stranger, nor a person who cannot even stand my presence, regardless of the circumstances of engagement.”

He has been holding my hand for longer than necessary and gazing into my eyes for certainly much too long and yet I cannot seem to break the connections. I cough and nod towards our hands. “Are the thorns out?”

“Yes.” He lets go my hand then and steps away from me, only to remove his cravat. I am too speechless to ask what the devil he is doing. “And I do believe that you will live.”

“I am relieved to hear it,” I say and Peeta laughs. At my words or my tone, I cannot be sure, and I am too distracted by his state of undress and then by the awful ripping sounds as he uses the knife to cut a length of silk from his neck cloth. Setting aside the knife, he once more takes my hand in his and uses the strip of silk to bandage my hand.

“We have bandages inside,” I croak. He pauses in his work and I shake my head. “No, I do not know if Aunt Effie keeps any. My mother does, at home.”

He finishes his task while I stare at the scars that are normally hidden beneath his collar and that disappear beneath his shirt. How far down his body do they extend, I wonder, and does he already know of mine? The garden is unbearably warm this afternoon.

“There,” he says and then says my name like a plea, but I shake my head and return to the rose bushes.

“I do not wish to be miserable in matrimony either, Mr. Mellark. Dishonesty is something I cannot abide.”

“I have not lied to you.”

“Either you were deceiving me several nights ago at the masquerade or you are deceiving me now.” I turn back to judge his reaction. He clenches his jaw and turns one direction then another.

“It is more complicated than that. My only excuse for the masquerade is that I meant to protect my brother and I… became distracted.”

“How convenient, sir.”

“I cannot convince you?”

“No.”

“Shall I return tomorrow then? Perhaps you might enjoy a ride in the park, beneath the trees.”

I squint at him and shake my head. “A good attempt, sir, but that will not work. Robert could have told you everything that passed between us.”

“Not everything.”

My cheeks heat as he steps closer. Close enough for me to feel the heat shifting in the air around us, the currents I felt the other night reborn and charged with animosity rather than desire this time. No, it is a trick. I am feeling things that are not there, influenced by his deception.

I cannot stand the feelings and turn away from him to snip off a few more blooms without paying much attention to their quality and lay them in my basket to take inside.

“I want no deception between us as well, Miss Everdeen. The simple truth is that Robert was long gone when I found your note to him about the ball. Realising that you would be expecting him and questions on his whereabouts might be raised before Ethan could reach him, I was sent to…distract you.“

"Who sent you? Your charming father? It’s preposterous and you really expect me to believe that?”

“If you cannot believe me, then I shall refrain from speaking of it again, but it is the truth.”

“Then you’re off?” I say, unable to account for the sinking feeling inside me.

“Not yet. There is one more matter I wish to discuss with you before I leave you be.” I pause in my flower gathering long enough for him to take it as approval to continue. “I imagine you are anxious to return home to see to your father, your mother and sister, as well as the needs of your home. If you wish, I would join you at Everdeen in a week’s time. A small wedding at your home where your family could be present might suit best. If not, you can return here once you’ve seen to your responsibilities, and we can be wed at that time.”

“You are giving me a choice?” I turn slightly to face him.

“I leave it solely in your hands.”

I flounder for words, stunned by the gesture of handing me control, however little it may be.

“You do not need to choose now. Think on it and let me know.” He hands me a folded piece of paper, bows, and then departs, still limping slightly.

It takes several minutes after he has left for me to brave looking at the paper. He has written a fully addressed letter, sealed and all, and in the corner is his direction, so that I might write him my answer.

I stuff the letter in my pocket without reading it and hurry inside, deciding what flowers I have already cut will suffice. I will need to begin packing immediately and speak to Madge, Uncle Haymitch, and any number of servants if we are to leave for Everdeen first thing on the marrow.

I am going home.

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To be continued…

[cyberneticlagomorph]

What’s that?

The sound of wingbeats at your windows, down your chimneys, in your attics

A quartet of glittering ruby eyes awaits you in the dark.

A vampire bat of alarming size, liberally dusted with glitter offers you the envelope clenched dutifully in its teeth

Will you accept?

Inside is an invitation to a ball the likes you’ve never seen, a night of revelry and  fun awaits you.

Everything under the cut is OOC!

Transcription of the invitation:

ALL ACCESS PASS JOIN US FOR A Night to Remember M A S Q U E R A D E  B A L L Hosted by The Countess & Jack Saturday, April 25, 2119 7:00 pm - 1:00 am The Countess’ Mansion [coordinates.txt] COSTUME & MASK REQUESTED ADMIT ONE Contact Jack to RSVP Call or Text [redacted]

[EDIT: it’s supposed to say 27th, not 25th]

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Further information is included on the back of the invitation, mentioning the formal dress code, and the theme for the nights’ festivities

“Beyond the stars”

Also a note mentioning that the delivery bat is harmless and enjoys ear scritches

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All muses are welcome to attend, though this is a dash only event

Whether or not your muse gets invited is completely up to you, if you have any inquiries as to your muse’s eligibility feel free to contact me in some fashion.

Formal/semi-formal attire is required, as are costumes and masks, 

If you are unsure what types of masks are acceptable or just want inspiration, feel free to click HERE

Or don’t, I’m not the boss of you

The theme is “Beyond the Stars”, you can be an alien, a celestial body, an eldritch abomination, anything, release yourself from your earthly shackles and just go hog wild my dudes

This is a revel, hosted by a vampire and a fairy prince, there will be magical creatures of all kinds in attendance, so things like glamours aren’t strictly necessary unless it’s an integral piece of your costume

There will be alcoholic and nonalcoholic drinks served alongside delicacies from Wonderland and the High Wilderness, a menu will be posted some time before the party, as will a detailed description of the mansion’s interior and exterior

Again, if you have any further questions, do not hesitate to contact me, thank you for your time and I apologize for the delay.

(the invitation was made using zazzle bc I’m lazy)

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