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[steelminds]

nothing prepared me for the privilege of being yours

Today, Joe Tazuna turns twenty-five. He's going to spend it with the best girl in the world, Sara, like he always does. But there's something different about today. A terrible, creeping feeling that he can't shake, no matter how hard he tries—and after knowing him for about ten years at this point, it's only expected that his girlfriend would notice, much to his dismay.

last fic for joesara week WOOOO

[enrosadiraanisaaa]

Within Session .Part Three.

Hey there cuties, do not think I forgot about y'all! This fanfic consist of Yandere!Leon Kennedy. I intend for this fic to progressively become disturbing and fucked up with each chapter. While the first few chapters will be tamed, expect the following in this series:

~Stalking, Kidnapping, Forced Breeding, Degradation, NonCon, Gang Banging, Forced Pregnancy, Somnophilia, Blackmail, Manipulation, Abuse, Pet Names, Obsessive Behavior (Duh), Torture, Constraints, Mentions of Blood & Gore, Mental Degradation, Toxic Relationship, Sexual Abuse, Masturbation, Drugged & Drunk Sex, Loss of Virginity, Forced Penetration…

Also you will be retconned (Too bad 😏): Female Reader, 24 Years old and from Texas 💝

This story was purely written with RE 4 (Remake) Leon in mind. So no puppy dog Leon from RE2 or DILF Leon from later games & movies. The story takes place several months after the events of RE4. Yay, you’re in 2004!

I plan to make this series long and fleshed out, but I promise what you want will hit you like a train~🚂

This chapter does not contain any 🔞 material. This story will contain +18 content (NSFW) in the near future 🔞 If you’re a minor, please go read a real book or something, don’t cry to me when your mom finds your shit.  This story will eventually hit that point so don’t set yourself up.

Summary

As an on sight therapist for STRATCOM in Nebraska, you’re tasked with providing quality therapy for US military personnel and government agents. After working at the headquarters for 6 months, Hunnigan recommends you to a notable government agent, Leon Kennedy, who is in need of therapy. After a number of sessions with you, Leon notices a substantial stability in his sanity yet is threatened when you are offered a position back home, closer to your family and friends. Your choice doesn’t sit well with one particular client, who can’t fathom you out of your role as his therapist. Leon has found a means of keeping his precious therapist and realizes you are the key to his permanent solace. You were obviously destined to be his in some form. Why dream of him letting you go?

A\N: I was heavily inspired by Satoshi Kon’s Perfect Blue 💙, ExploreVenus’s Something Permanent and Guardian Angel by NexysWorld. This chapter was oddly hard to write, especially writing out a session on a serious topic. Once I was writing, I kept writing so you might find this chapter to be long! Expect the next chapter to be out in two weeks!

Hope y'all enjoy the third part! More to come 💝~ Anisssa أنيسة

Here is Part One and Part Two of Within Session

Cleared Mirror

When Leon finally mentioned to Hunnigan his need for help, he did not expect immediate validation to improve his mental health. After the Raccoon City incident in 1998, the horrifying experiences that had cost him a normal life had embedded as an inevitable trauma. The grueling military training that followed after he was captured by the US government and forced to become a government agent to protect Sherry. The underlying hazing that he endured in boot camp tested his abilities and mental state beyond his capabilities, yet it was a period of time that distracted him. Then the recent mission to Spain to save the president’s daughter and his fight against Las Plagas of Los Illuminados seemed to weigh in after losing Luis and confronting Ada Wong after a number of years.  His guilt was engulfing him at this point, so he looked forward to his first session with the referred therapist by Hunnigan.

        However, when he did arrive at the office for the scheduled session at 5PM, he did not expect a young woman to be assigned his therapist. He noticed she was preoccupied with paperwork on her desk before he knocked on the doorway door to notify her that he had arrived. Once her awareness of him occurred, she stood up from her chair to greet him. Leon instantly notices her red attire with black heels, reminding him of a certain woman.

     Without realizing it, Leon accidentally scrunches his face from the reminder. Even when you offer a seat on one of the chairs in front of your desk, a glare on his face remains for a moment. However, when Leon takes another glance at your face, he eases the features of his face, nearly dazed at the sight of your eyes and lips as you both sit across each other. For a moment he studies your facial features while you speak until a question from you returns him to reality. Leon blinks his eyes in realization and nods to the question, simply muttering,”Yes.”

          His heart nearly flutters when you provide a reassuring smile while nodding your head,”That’s okay, let’s get started, Leon,” He hears you tell him. 

      By leaning over the chair, you reach over with one hand to retrieve paperwork clipped to a clipboard from the top of your desk. Leon patiently sits in silence across from you, curious of the next course of actions. With a swift flip of the papers attached to the clipboard, you reaffirm all the necessary documents before leaning over in the chair to hand the clipboard to Leon. Once Leon had the clipboard in his possession, he curiously skimmed through the pages while you spoke,” Alright Leon, we’re going to take the first 15 minutes to get through all this annoying intake paperwork. Essentially review HIPAA concerns, consent forms, and ethical guidelines. Afterwards, I will ask more questions regarding your background, then begin discussing your reasons for therapy and goals so we can formulate a treatment plan along our sessions. How does that sound?” You question him, provided with a gentle smile.

       Leon follows with a head nod, content with the flow of the session.”Sounds good,” he immediately responds, eager to hear your voice more. Despite Leon never receiving treatment before, he was honestly impressed with your diligence.

     With the reassurance from Leon, you proceed on explaining the following paperwork.”Also, please feel welcomed to ask me any questions, I want to ensure you’re not leaving here confused and that my skills are what you’re looking for in a therapist,” You sincerely express, shifting in the chair to cross your legs.  

      There were several questions that instantly came to Leon’s thoughts: ‘How old are you?’ and ‘Are you single?’ 

“The first page contains a HIPAA authorization form, basically entailing how your medical information is disclosed and your rights regarding your medical information…''You explain, leaning over the side of the chair again to snatch a pen from your desk. With the pen in hand, you lean over the chair to hand it to Leon,”So just write today’s date, your full name, date of birth, social security, check the boxes, and provide your signature. Please let me know if you have questions,” You breathe out, observing him as Leon fills out the worksheet in silence, hearing the scribbling of the pen on paper.  

         After a moment, Leon glances back up to you, signaling he was finished with signing this section of paperwork. In this moment, you provide a smile in reassurance,”Sweet, now we can continue to the next section, which is simply covering ethical guidelines between therapist and client. If you flip over to the next page, it will clarify all the different points. When you’re done reading, just sign at the bottom,” You advise him, sinking back into the chair as Leon flips and reviews the next page of ethical guidelines.

      At this moment, several points mentioning friendship and gift exchange between client and therapist caught Leon’s attention. Therapists are legally required to maintain a professional relationship with their clients, thus can not accept gifts over a certain amount. Leon briefly glances at you, then instantly returns his sight to the paperwork on his lap. He would have to abide by these guidelines to receive treatment. With the pen in his hand, Leon inscribes his signature on the line at the bottom of the page along with writing the current date. 

    With all the paperwork finally reviewed and signed, this prompted you to clasp your hands together, instantly capturing Leon’s concentration from the paperwork on his lap up to you at the sudden noise,”Okay, we’re done with paperwork! You can set that on my desk, now we can finally get into why you’re here. I will ask a couple of questions, then you can tell me more about yourself, Leon,” You explain, your voice full of enthusiasm as you directly observe his blue orbs across the room. In response to your declaration, Leon nods his head. 

     By adjusting your throat, you then exhale before asking the first question: “Has your family or you have any history of substance abuse that is not limited to alcohol, illegal drugs, and abuse of medication?” 

From across the room, you notice Leon shakes his head,”I am not sure about my family, but not me…”

      To acknowledge him, you provide a subtle head nod to his response,”That’s okay if you don’t know. Another question: During your childhood, did you live any significant period of time with anyone other than your natural parents?” You question him, intently observing his expressions. Despite his file entailing he was an orphan, you needed more context.

      There was a momentary pause from Leon at this question, his gaze elsewhere but you as he ponders this question. He then returns his gaze to you, nodding,” Yes. I was in the foster care system until I became 18 years of age. There was an incident in my family that I don’t have much recollection on…” He tries to clarify. 

     ‘There was an incident?’ This thought comes to you, debating if this subject should be pressed on and explored. You veer your head to the clock on the wall, it was already 5:32PM. Session will be ending soon at 5:50PM and there is at least one important question left for Leon.

     With another head nod, your lips form a smile to Leon,”We can explore that at another time if you like… My last question is: What has brought you to therapy and what goals do you want to accomplish?” To some, this inquiry might seem ridiculous, but this direct question was for clients to explore their reasoning to receive therapy.

     An exasperated sigh escapes his mouth, tilting his head to the sides as it seemed he did not want to confess his sentiment. “Uh… I feel alone” He finally admits, his face expressionless.

     “At what point in your life do you feel alone?” You inquired, keeping your tone serious to Leon’s response.

      Over the span of his life, there were an absurd number of instances when he was abandoned by people. The initial example was during his childhood, when his family was massacred for unexplained reasons. He spent a considerate amount of years in the foster care system, unloved by blood. The girlfriend who broke off their relationship the night before he experienced the incident in Raccoon City. Hell, even when Claire Redfield deserted Sherry and him to search for her older brother after they barely survived that harrowing night together. Leon had to fend for Sherry when Claire had left them to the mercy of the US government. Then the infamous Ada Wong, who used him twice before vanishing without a trace. People were brief in his life, either from death or they left him.

     Despite these prominent circumstances, how would he express some of these details without explaining an incident that was covered up and immensely classified. His hands and tongue were tied, he would have to brush over this portion of his life. 

       With several blink of his eyes, Leon considers other reasons for his lonesomeness. There was an uneasy feeling that swept over him due to the unsettling silence in the room. You were attentive for his answer.

      “The nature of my job… I am too busy to involve myself in meaningful relationships,” Leon conjures, returning his gaze to those eyes that seemed too distant from him. 

     As Leon provides a response to your final question, you notice hesitation in his demeanor as if he is recollecting something traumatic. However, as a professional you can not dismiss his answer, but simply acknowledge him. 

    Since Leon was an agent of STRATCOM, no doubt that life threatening missions contributed to this sentiment. Similar among other agents and military personnel, coping with isolation and loneliness was common. 

      “Are there any particular aspects of your job that contribute to your feeling of loneliness?” You ask him in a sincere tone. With a quick glance at the clock on the wall, there were only a few minutes of session. Damm…

Leon noticed your glance to the clock on the wall, yet continued to speak,” People are temporary in my line of work…” He admits, noticing the hands of the clock were at 5:46pm.”Session is done already, huh?” Leon comments, returning his attention to you for confirmation. 

       A faint smile forms on your lips, nod slightly.”Unfortunately…but we can continue this subject next session..” You respond, standing from the chair to retrieve another clipboard from your desk, consisting of another signature page. “Before you leave, if I could get your signature. I did check your health insurance and it’s all good to go. They require a client signature to authorize that you received treatment today,” You inform him, offering the clipboard to him with both hands. 

     Leon stands from his seat, taking the clipboard with one hand while his other hand grasps the pen attached to the clipboard. After signing his signature at the bottom of the sheet, he returns the clipboard back into your possession with a faint smile on his lips.

     You reciprocate the same faint smile on your face,”Alright Leon, it was a pleasure to meet you today. I really recommend writing any thoughts or topics you want to speak about in a small notebook for our sessions, that way you don’t forget… but other than that. You are free to go. I look forward to seeing you on Friday at 5PM. If you need to reach me for any reason, definitely reach me by email or my work number.” You mention, leaning on your desk. 

       With a nod from Leon, offering a cheeky grin,”Yes ma'am. I will see you on Friday then, stay warm...” He comments, noticeably glancing at your body up and down, implying your poor choice in your red attire. At those words, Leon turns around to exit your office, leaving you alone in silence. 

     This was definitely an interesting client, there was no doubt in Leon’s charisma and intellect. 

[darlingstoriees]

"what could go wrong?" legacy challenge

do you like creating complex stories with complex characters? inspired by the Not So Berry legacy challenge, we’ve created this challenge to explore new stories and experiences in our games.

welcome to our ten generation legacy challenge, “what could go wrong?”

created by @curioustraits and @maadsimming

challenge rules:

1. each generation has a suggested color for you to follow; this of course is optional but it makes it a bit more fun!

2. the colors of the spouses don’t matter. unless specifically stated in the rules, you can do whatever you please with them.

3. some generations will have relationship rules, however if none are stated, the relationships between all sims will be up to your interpretation!

4. unless said otherwise, money cheats can be used, but not excessively. suggestion: use freerealestate for your first home, but no cheats afterward.

5. your sims may live wherever you please unless the world is specified in the rules of a generation.

6. every heir should complete the rules, aspiration, and career(s) of the generation unless explicitly stated otherwise.

7. if you do not have the packs required for certain traits, use the suggested traits options (or if the suggested traits simply just fit your ideas better, feel free!)

8. if you play this challenge and want to share it with us, make sure to post with #wcgwlegacy so we can see! feel free to tag us as well: @curious.whims & @maad.whims

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generation one: new in town.

you moved away from the only place you knew in hopes of a fresh start, a new beginning. you always had an urge for adventure and fun, but you always seem to find drama instead. surely you will be able to escape that in a place where nobody knows about your bad luck, right?

color: white

traits: adventurous, clumsy, self assured

other suggested traits: loves the outdoors, ambitious, cheerful

aspiration: friend of the world

career: writer

rules:

• move away from your hometown

• start off with 10,000 simoleons

• make three friends and three enemies

• complete the friend of the world aspiration

• master the writer career

• master charisma, writing, and baking skills

• host at least three gold social events

• host atleast one failed social event

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generation two: hopeless romantic.

you always loved love. from watching the prince and princess fall in love at first sight in movies, to crying about random older couples on the street. the only bad part about love is that it doesn't seem to find you… until the one person you hate proposes the idea of being in a “fake relationship,” and you would do anything to be loved… even if it happened to be fake.

color: pink

traits: unflirty, creative, jealous

other suggested traits: outgoing, bookworm, loyal

aspiration: soulmate

career: style influencer

rules:

• must marry the sim you get into a fake relationship with

• maintain a good relationship with everyone except your “fake partner” until marriage

• complete the soulmate aspiration

• master the style influencer career

• master entrepreneur and singing skills

• must only have kids AFTER marriage

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generation three: all about me.

after hearing the story of your parents "romcom romance" you made up your mind to never fall in love or have a family. besides the strong dislike for affection, you did love attention. you had many trophies and medals lining up your shelves in your bedroom from every theater performance you had as a child. you always needed to have the center of the spotlight… you even knew how to keep your spotlight bright, while diming your coworkers’ who ended up getting you pregnant.

color: purple

traits: hates children, non-committal, self-absorbed

other suggested traits: mean, snob

aspiration: master actor

career: actor

rules:

• must be in drama club as a child / teen

• never get married or fall in love

• have only one accidental child with another actor / coworker

• have a very bad relationship with your child

• complete the master actor aspiration

• master the actor career

• master acting and mixology skills

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generation four: two sides of a coin.

you grew up with a selfish parent who taught you to act a certain way to get what you want. all you wanted was a parent, and you thought acting out was the way to get one. once you realized that's something more unrealistic than an ufo sighting you decided to run away. running away ended up being a worse choice than living with your parent, when someone took you in and got you into a messy situation...

color: black

traits: loner, childish, animal enthusiast

other suggested traits: cat lover, dog lover

aspiration: friend of the animals

career: criminal / vet

rules:

• have a very bad relationship with your parent

• run away as a teen and become homeless (start with little to no money)

• be a criminal until you age up into an adult, where you then quit and become a vet

• own at least three animals throughout your YA-elder life

• must adopt at least one of your children

• complete friend of the animals aspiration

• master veterinarian, pet training, mischief skills, and one skill of choice

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generation five: standing out.

you always seemed to be drawn to the weirder side of things, but no matter what, you had your parent's support. they told you that you could be anything you wanted, whether it's working fast food or being an astronaut. and funnily enough… you chose astronaut!

color: yellow

traits: ambitious, outgoing, geek

other suggested trait: goofball

aspiration: strangerville mystery

career: astronaut

rules:

• have a very good relationship with your parent(s)

• marry an alien

• at least one child must be genetically alien (can cheat)

• complete strangerville mystery aspiration

• master the astronaut career

• master rocket science and programming skills

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generation six: blending in.

you always admired big friend groups and being surrounded by people. you wanted it, you needed it. but because of one simple flaw, you were kept at a distance. being an alien wasn't fun or quirky for you, it was isolating. you studied how to be human as much as you could... picking up several skills, doing weird jobs. finally, when you prepared yourself enough you took a big leap straight into business in hopes to blend into society as perfectly as you can.

color: brown (sad beige baby)

traits: jealous, proper, insider

other suggested traits: outgoing, paranoid

aspiration: successful lineage

career: business

rules:

• heir must be an alien

• must marry a human sim

• never interact with other occult sims (unless family)

• never leave the house in your alien form

• do at least five odd jobs

• complete successful lineage aspiration

• master the business career

• master cooking, charisma, guitar, painting, and video gaming skills

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generation seven: content.

you never really saw the hype in an office job like your parent(s) and you never really liked the bustling city, you did however, love plants. you loved taking care of them and buying cute gardening tools so you decided to turn it into your job and become a freelance botanist! it made you happy even if it didn't bring in a lot of money…

color: green

traits: loves the outdoors, green fiend, vegetarian

other suggested traits: recycle disciple, maker, neat

aspiration: freelance botanist

career: gardener

rules:

• must be in scouts club as a child / teen

• must live in a rural world

• fail to pay your bills at least twice

• give your kid(s) a nature / animal / outdoorsy related name.

• complete freelance botanist aspiration

• master the gardener career

• master gardening, herbalism, and flower arranging skills

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

generation eight: money money money.

you hated, hated, hated the way dirt got under your nails and how long you had to watch your parent(s) scrape by to make a living with the little money they had. you strived to live in a cleaner, bigger, expensive environment… something like… a mansion… and you knew the only way to achieve that dream was to work your way up the ladder and become a lawyer.

color: blue

traits: materialistic, ambitious, snob

aspiration: mansion baron / fabulously wealthy (your choice)

career: lawyer

rules:

• move to an urban world as a YA

• make enough money to own a mansion

• must have good relationship with coworkers / neighbors

• complete either the mansion baron or fabulously wealthy aspiration

• master lawyer career

• master the logic, charisma, research and debate skills

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generation nine: music in me.

you lived in the city all your life and lived off of your parent(s) affection and attention; some would say you were spoiled, but if spoiled means loved, you’re grateful. Because of all the opportunities you had, it was easy to join the entertainer career and play every instrument you wanted (and even sing).

color: red

traits: music lover, family-oriented, party animal

other suggested traits: overachiever, dance machine

aspiration: musical genius

career: entertainer (musician branch)

rules:

• have a good relationship with your parent(s)

• complete the musical genius aspiration

• master entertainer career

• master the guitar, piano, violin, pipe organ, dancing, and singing skills

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generation ten: practice makes perfect.

growing up in a very artistic household you grew to love music, singing, and dancing… but you simply weren't good at it despite all your parents' attempts in helping you get better at it. through the frustration you learned that you had a knack for actual art, like painting and drawing. you even could write a little bit on the side, but with having these skills you tried your hardest to perfect them... in which being a perfectionist is your greatest flaw…

color: grey

traits: creative, art lover, perfectionist

aspiration: painter extraordinaire

career: arts critic

rules:

• marry a slob sim as a YA

• get divorced and later remarry a neat sim as an adult

• complete the painter extraordinaire aspiration

• master arts critic career

• master the painting and writing skills

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; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: amanda young x reader

drowning ; unhealthy dynamics, descriptions of violence, s/h mentions slight stockholm syndrome, menetions of kidnapping, fluff, no smut - strangely soft moments and recalling memories of being taken in by amanda and john [ romance ]

quiet morning ; fluff, sleeping with socks, sleepy morning, buffmanda, pervymanda, straddling, teasing - amanda insists you both sleep in. [ suggestive ]

choice ; stroke mentions/slight descriptions, surgery mentions, panic attacks, grounding, hand holding, fluff, "i hate everyone but you" trope - after john has a stroke, you find yourself slightly split between two sides of the same coin. [ angst / romance ]

territory ; apprentice!reader, jealousy, amanda being a guard dog, anatomical terms for vagina, degradation, dubcon if u squint, biting, sadistmanda - amanda catches you and mark going over your lastet work. [ smut ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: mark hoffman x reader

worthy test ; dead dove, detective!reader, kidnapping, smut, gender neutral anatomy, gags, rough sex, slapping, needles, drugging, unhealthy dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, size difference kink, age difference, creampie, big ol man tiddies YEEHAWW!! - you and your team of investigators have been after jigsaw's apprentice for months, yet waking up bound to a chair makes way for suprises more sinister than you could have imagined [ smut ]

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✩°｡⋆the boys x reader - all gender neutral

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: homelander x reader

compliance ; sublander, bloodplay, knifeplay, handcuffs, dom/sub dynamic, consent, communication, prior planning, oral sex - getting homelander in a vulnerable position where you put him in cuffs he's not allowed to break. [ smut ]

supernova ; depowered!homelander, homelander reffered to as john, angst with a fluffy ending, domestic sweetness, anxiety attack, eating difficulties - john feels lost after losing his powers despite settling into a "normal" life with you. [ angst / romance ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: frenchie x reader

people will talk ; weed smoking, alcohol references, fluff, intoxication, cozy fic, - late night meetings between you, frenchie and a joint [ fluff ]

; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: frenchie x butcher x reader

team building ; reader has vagina, weed use / intoxication, supe reaper, enemies to lovers if you squint, hell yeah for long buildup, threesome, lap sitting, oral [receiving / giving], spitroast, lots of petnames - As a Supe on the run, joining The Boys can be nerve wracking - Easing up tension is no easy feat. [ smut ]

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; ˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .: cooper howard [the ghoul] x bounty!reader

paid in kind ; gunplay, breathplay, bondage, spitplay, hairpulling, oral [ m receiving ], throatfucking, wallfucking, creampie, accidental yearning, prolonged eye contact is sexy, switch!cooper is underrated, mentions of past sexual experiences, nondescript reader genitals, rad x as ghoul birth control - you've been running for weeks, but there's nowhere he won't find you. [ smut ]

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summer lovin' ; costar!reader, hot tub time!, fluff beyond belief, relationship not labeled but everyone flirts with everyone!, alcohol mentions/consumption - after working on a film with cooper, you never imagined just how charming both of the howards were. [ romance / fluff ]

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summary ; the shelby's and your family have worked together for quite some time. when your mother made a bold move against the lead shelby brother, you took to going to apologize personally.

tags / warnings ; intoxication, spanking, grinding, pleasure denial, thomas shelby being a bitch, smoking, masturbation, facial, cumplay if u squint, explicit consent, power imbalance - smoking, fluff, morning sex, oral [ reader receiving ] , power imbalance, overstimulation, reluctant feels, thomas shelby please have emotions?? please?? LMAO, irresponsible beta read we die like real men

i. evening ,, ii. morning

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summary ; upon joining The Boys to take down Homelander with the help of Soldier Boy, you come to realize he's much more of a hard bargain than you anticipated.

tags / warnings ; dubcon, forced orgasms, slight daddy kink, glove kink if you squint, size kink, southern charm, drug use, wall sex, no pronouns used for reader but afab anatomy is repeatedly mentioned - intoxication, weed use, cocaine mentions, slight angst, porn with a plot, destructive mutualization, lap sitting, pleasure denial, grinding ("the knee thing"), slight underwear fetish, m!masturbation, couch sex, free use elements, creampie, verbal threats, reader takes initiative (aka fucks around and finds out, with feelings!), is soldier boy a warning? if so, soldier boy antics!,

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[21stcenturyschizoidfag]

OK SO. HERE IS.. avery 21stcenturyschizoidfags very silly impromptu mewtuals hunger games simulator thingulator post. this thing was fucking long i didnt realise maybe i'm just crazy and beautiful. will post the next bit after

AS A REMINDER HERE IS THE ROSTER.. i didnt really have any specific metric for who i added i just added who i thought would find this funny to be totally honest. and the caroline polacheks mole v azealia banks spoon thing is a reference to this i just find it really funny because i dont personally like caroline polacheks music also i ahve a facial mole like hers too. OK LETS BEGIN. BTW click on the images to see them better :)

da bloodbath

shaan being so scary like halloween time... ANA FUCKING DOWN LIKE STRAIGHT AWAY due to famed non-binary lesbian ally nicolas cage dracula in the movie renfield 2023... papa pavel and baby emilio working together ahh so cutes.. ram said im NOT starving in here. dee plans to FIGHT. everyone else gets the hell out of there

I FUCKING STRANGLED ISA TO DEATH ARE YOU KIDDING ME? ann doing everyone a favor and scaring that mole out of here.. aviv and cassis working together awww so friendlys. Someone gave proxy bombs which is very scary dont trust him with those his icon is the joker for a reason

day one and fallen tributes

dee and pavel each get stuff from one of numerous stans worldwide. mia sneaks up on mr. flow3 while hes busy writing dracula flow 4.. mr cage dracula and my friend olive feeling adventurous. mariam gets craftyyy and ellie wellie is homesick for equestria.. scott is a feminist as expected and scare-ah lives to see another day

cassis doing some tom and jerry stuff to accy OKAYY.. carolines mole uses its connections to caroline polachek proper (its attached to her face -_-) to get UNFAIR support from a stan. Nobody is surprised. BIGENDER TEAMUP from me and shaan.. I dont know how xe can bear to be around me after i STRANGLED ISA. TO DEATH. The oomfs are going hunting.. and then proxy takes my son hunting. I SURE HOPE NOTHING HAPPENS TO MY SON. & we mourn the loss of two souls. gone too soon.. gone too soon

night one

this broke my heart the fact that emilio is having trouble sleeping like EMILIOOO ): I LOVE YOU.. max doing everyone a favor by killing carolines mole BUT with the INCREDIBLY tragic loss of ELLIEEE.. mia and proxy chilling.. vi being an incredible chef and resourceful at that. is anyone surprised (smiles beautifully). the INSANE triple combo death of two incredible gay men and a beautiful and insane bigender. TRAGIC TRAGIC SHIT? Pavel spares the life of mr. flow3. Cassis has a little nap in a tree.. mariam having a mariam moment and ram REFUSING to allow it. mariam LIVES. ann like vi is very skilled in the kitchen and everyone claps and smiles. Me and that FUCKING spoon seem to have hit it off

day two and fallen tributes

emilio, accy & cassis are feeling adventurous asf.. me + olive + ram + sarah decide its time for food innit. AVIV PAVEL DEE AND MIA DIE. JUST LIKE THAT? THEY JUST DIE. THEY JSUT DIED? LIKE THAT. THEYRE DEAD NOW. LIKE BYE EVERYONE THEYRE JUST DEAD? i will mourn them. mariam and max are IN. THE TRENCHES. watch out please.. proxy and mr. flow3 are getting their battle tactics in

Rest in peace to these fucking legends. We lost so many in ONE FUCKING ROUND. so many incredible individuals just gone like that. Greyed out pavel kitten and slay sister callie is making me scream laughing. Scoot and paddington greyed out is like who are these two little scamps. Good lord. GOOD LORD.

night two

Ram is sick what the hell when did that happen. IM IN TEARS OVER MARIAM BEGGING ANOTHER PERSON TO KILL HER. LIKE GIRL I KNOW ITS THE HUNGER GAMES BUT IM IN TEARS RIGHT NOW CAN YOU STOP? & LIKE ASKING MY SON TOO?? trenches. cassis sabotages THE SAD FROWNER scare-ah (maybe its for the best..) A spoon climbs a tree. i would love to see that. mr flow3 and ann also climb trees.. Olive is so focking cold. Dogboy bonding.. theyre giving proxy more fucking explosives i swear to g-d. OK accy looking at the night sky did make me a bit emotional because like he IS an alien.. is he homesick too? im so sorry. they took your ufo away from you to put you in these sick and twisted games..

TO BE CONTINUED..

[cold-neon-ocean]

What compels you about Baatar Jr.?

Oh goodness, I do love talking about why I like him I cannot lie! (foreshadowing for the length of this, I come back to ominously warn retrospectively..)

Honestly even back when the show was initially airing, he was a character I always liked. Being big into anime in middle and high school I was 100% a "megane man" enjoyer lol which is just to glasses men XD (they get a special genre title because they are apparently very popular in Japanese anime communities which honestly, based) so that was the first thing (not to mention he's voiced by Todd Haberkorn who I knew from anime dubs since he's in so many).

But okay so what I find compelling about Baatar. I think he had such potential to be a very interesting character and one that could have been really put to use in the story. He had such interesting groundwork to me, especially in tandem with Kuvira. You can always trust me to stan the troubled eldest sibling lol, in Baatar's particular case I call it "eldest sibling inferiority complex" (idk if anyone has coined that phrase but I'm claiming it until proven otherwise) but it's something I relate to a lot. Baatar being the first "heir" essentially of the metal bending capitol of the world, founded by the metal bending daughter of the inventor of metal bending itself Toph Beifong, and he isn't a bender in any regard is something I think about way too much, I don't care whatever way you slice it I know that must have SUCKED for him because he was just.. inherently kind of a disappointment? Like he came into the world with the "Oh, shame he isn't a bender." tagline on his life. And then the brother he gets soon after IS a metal bender which I can imagine practically felt like an instant replacement because he wasn't "enough". Ofc that may not have been why Su and Sr. had Huan but I can see Baatar feeling that way. Then the twins ofc have metal bending and Opal later on gets air bending and he's just pushed further and further into irrelevance in the family. Like history will always talk about the Beifong family, the inventors and masters of metal bending, Suyin's younger sons all being prodigies in their own right, her daughter later being blessed with air bending, but what would ever be said about Baatar? He was just "the one who was a non-bender". I thought so so much about how being in a position like that would feel. And even the framing of the writing of the show itself always felt so dismissive of him. When Su is introducing all her kids he gets the least mention, no one ever says his name even, he only has 3 scenes in the entirety of season 3 and only in 1 is he even animated. It just always felt rather sad to me, he really was in line to just become the Beifong family's forgotten son.

I've talked about how I wish something had been said with Baatar and Huan and how starkly contrasting they are. Baatar feels trapped in his father's shadow with nothing of his own, not his own name, nothing of his own to leave an impact with and just quietly relegating himself to the background, meanwhile Huan is so obsessed with his self expression and individuality. I can imagine Huan seeing Baatar and how miserable he was when they were younger and not wanting to end up like that so he takes a hard turn into the opposite direction.

I really think Baatar was the perfect character to bring back the discussion of disparity between benders and non-benders, from a villain standpoint of course, because he is a character who- even from his seat of clear privilege, still has to deal with the effects of it. Like the world of Avatar really is for benders and non-benders are just allowed to live in it. I don't think Baatar actually wants bending, I actually think quite the opposite. I think he just doesn't want to be seen as lesser than for not having it, and prove that he doesn't need it in his life. That's why I love the setup of his relationship with Kuvira so much. I genuinely think the two of them were accidentally written and created so perfect for each other and the writers just.. did it by sheer accident and didn't even notice and thus squandered them completely. They give each other exactly what the other needs. Kuvira wants acceptance and to feel genuinely wanted which Baatar gives her, and Baatar wants recognition and to feel appreciated for who he is and that's what Kuvira gives him. She is one of the most skilled metal benders in the world but grew up in a family that didn't want her or care about her (ignoring Ruins entirely, Ruins of the Empire my beloathed), and Baatar grew up in one of the richest families in the world, the family whose whole identity is metal-bending, born into the lap of luxury but was still written off somewhat because he was a non-bender and thus the family legacy really didn't have anything to do with him. And when Su takes Kuvira under her wing they're both living in what is considered a "utopia" but are both still unhappy because they always feel "outside" of it, and they are able to relate to each other in that way and validate each others' feelings. Having Kuvira choose him- someone considered very remarkable choosing someone most consider very unremarkable, and him being the first person to ever genuinely truly want her and all of her is my Roman Empire, it is the hill I will die on. Like idk how the LoK writers had all that literally right in front of them and chose to do nothing with it, it bothers me so much lol.

Baatar descending (ascending truly in my opinion lol) into his villain era when he is finally away from home because he is reacting out of spite, paranoia, and existential dread because this is his chance to be known for something in his own right and not for anything to do with his family and slowly becoming the instrument of his own destruction is my bread and butter, I love it so much. I hate the fanon that he left Zaofu only to pad after Kuvira, I truly think he saw his one chance to leave with someone he cares about and financial stability and took it. I don't think he's very altruistic, like if I'm being frank I don't think he gives a hoot or a holler about the Empire itself LOL like he is absolutely here to support Kuvira and help her achieve her goals but to him the Empire is just something he can cultivate to facilitate himself and his needs. It's more of a symbiotic relationship to him where he'll always prioritize himself but will do what he needs to to keep the host happy. I do think that when he initially left he DID have good intentions they just were also very self serving, and then as time went on he leaned further and further into the self serving and see's himself as "doing the right thing for them because it is the right thing for me so no one can get mad :)" lol like yes darling, you are the moment, give us everything and nothing. I love love love the thought of him really leaning into the fame and attention because he's actually getting recognition, people are interested in what he's doing, he has the facilities to work on things he wants to work on, and can really just do as he pleases. One thing you will not see me do is say that he was trying his best for the Empire's sake the whole time lol like the man truly was out here in his Applause by Lady Gaga era. The idea that he does in fact do good for the people but for selfish reasons is just so funny to me. He's like "Do you think I'm out here bringing running water and irrigation to rural towns out of the goodness of my heart? No bitch, I'm just not about to get giardia in the name of freedom." LMAOO like yeah he is a little bit wretched but I'm still stanning, I'm still streaming, my shower is working so I have to thank him. Like I do genuinely find the idea of "guy who is doing good things for selfish reasons but is still doing good things regardless" very interesting to think about. Like what does it matter where his heart is at if he's still doing humanitarian work because it provides him in return with accolades and material wealth lmao. In his case though I can see him melting a bit when he sees the good impact his work can have but he has to keep up his big sassy bitch face bc he has a reputation to maintain.

Also withing the Empire era, that is like my peak Baatar contemplation era because wow it was so rife with potential for him. A non-bender being second in command of what was probably the biggest military force in the world at the time must have been an insane line for him to walk. Because all his authority is superficial. Because Kuvira gave it to him and for almost no other reason. No matter what he does, he will always be weaker than the weakest bender inherently, but he still has to command respect because everyone KNOWS THAT. Him walking through their camps he literally has his life on the line at every second because anyone could just decide to kill him at any moment for no reason and there's nothing he could do to defend himself. So he has to be smart, he has to be scary, he has to be mean, he has to be intimidating because if he doesn't he has nothing else to shield himself with. He can't let his anxiety over it show either because every bender would be able to hear it through the ground. The idea of Baatar having genuine anxiety regarding benders all his life is something that is so important to me. Even in his own home, his heart rate couldn't be something that was private. I love to hc that he quickly learned to become an Azula tier liar like you could never catch him lying because he needed to learn how otherwise his own emotions couldn't even be private. Aiwei could never catch this man and he hated it so much lol Baatar loved every second of it. He would just say lies to Aiwei's face and they both would know he was lying but Aiwei couldn't ever really know and it made him so mad.

I really do think a lot of what Baatar does comes from a place of genuine hurt, and wanting to feel like he has some form of control in his life and he expresses it through anger because his anger is the only power he feels like he has but he lets it eat away at him until he just has this void in him that will never be satisfied. He wants his family to understand how he feels, why he feels so hurt, and for them to acknowledge it, but he needs them to realize it themselves without him saying it because if he has to tell them then it must not be real. Plus how could they understand when they're free of the experience that makes him feel this way. They'll never know that feeling of being a disappointment on arrival. Opal did, but she's beyond it all now. Thinking about his relationship with his father, I think he actually loves his father so much, he was a daddy's boy from day one and still is, he wants his father to feel similarly as himself, not the anger but just acknowledge that "yes, the world really does revolve around benders, and it's okay that you feel scared and unnerved by that reality, there's nothing wrong with your feelings it's okay for you to have them" but his father doesn't feel that way and Baatar takes it as almost a kind of betrayal. In his mind he needs that shared experience because it tells him that if someone else feels like this then his feelings are real and he isn't just making shit up, he can feel that way even if he never acts on it, just knowing someone else feels the same. He doesn't go about it in a healthy way at all and I am by no means defending his actions or blaming his family for everything bad that he's done, you'll never catch me doing that, Baatar 100% engineers his own downfall by choosing to feed into his anger for catharsis. The fact that he did everything he ever did because he didn't want to be forgotten by history, only to get his wish, he'll indeed be remembered forever, but remembered as the engineer of monstrosities is the perfect poetic irony to me and his most perfect kind of villain arc in my eyes. He is so consumed by his anger and paranoia. His fear of being forgotten by time because to him being forgotten means there was never any point to his existence to begin with.

Also okay yes let us briefly discuss my buff Baatar lol I do have reason for it I swear! So okay yes, I do that for me because I love big beefy glasses men okay, sue me, i am indeed an animal in that way. But also I do think it just kinda makes sense for him??? Like he is someone with some clear anger issues and exercise is in fact a very good way to relieve anger and stress. I think it's funny that he just gave that a try because he needed to vent his anger on something and it became his primary anger management and now he's just massive lol but also this is also him making a statement of like "I can take my body even this far but I'd still always be at an inherent disadvantage", he'd have a lot of reasons for doing it- his own vanity, his self-esteem of always feeling unimpressive or unremarkable, wanting to feel like he could in even the smallest way be something of a protective force for Kuvira. Plus him having the kangaroo effect on people between seasons 3 and 4 is so funny, where when people think about kangaroos they're like "aaw cute lill hoppy fellas c:"(season 3) and then they actually see a kangaroo and are like "bitch what the fuck is that"(season 4) lmao like have you seen how jacked kangaroos actually are? Everyone is like "Yeah we know what Baatar looks like" and then they see him for the first time in season 4 and are like "Who the fuck is that?" LMAOO Also yeah he just looks nice that way to me.

God I just scrolled up this to see where I was at and this ended up way longer than I intended alksjdf I'll stop myself here I'm so sorry, I just truly cannot Shut Up about this man. He genuinely means so much to me. For so long I didn't talk about liking him or did any art of him because in the early days of the fandom and even relatively recently, the hate for him was so... vitriolic and cruel it genuinely made me so uncomfortable. I'd see rare pieces of fanart of him and the comments would always have people expressing their hate for him in them, I've even gotten comments like that on my own art. It really has always baffled me tbh, even the writers and Bryan himself are not shy about talking about their hate for him, one of the s4 episode writers called him "the worst character in the entire franchise" and it just hurts my heart so much. Like they wrote him already down and just continue kicking him while he's there like they weren't the ones who put him there. In that way Baatar's spite and anger feels almost all encompassing as corny as that sounds. I just love angry sad men and Baatar is the angriest saddest man of my heart haha if he has no fans I am dead. I really cannot express how much it means to me to hear that people have become to like him more because of my portrayal of him, I've even had people who used to hate him tell me they love him now because of me and I truly could cry about it, I really could.

[peterpparkrr]

like real people do (pt. 2)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x pianist!reader

Summary: You and Eddie Munson have a drink. 

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Did people want a part 2? Unclear. Did I write it anyway? Yes, of course.

part 1 // part 3 part 4

“What do you want? They have coke products,” Eddie asks as he leads you over to the bar.

“Could I have an old fashioned?” You ask.

“Have you had an old fashioned before?” Eddie asks. It’s a pretty hardcore drink to start off with if you don’t drink. 

“Yeah,” You reply. “They don’t usually card at cocktail parties and banquets, I look a bit older in my concert blacks.” 

“And this is what my friend Stewart always orders so… it’s my favorite drink,” You add with a sheepish shrug. You know a lot of what you’ve told Eddie so far tonight has surprised him.

“Sorry, I just always assumed you were a bit of a straight-edge,” Eddie admits.

“Now I know why you’ve always avoided me, you thought I was a stuck-up priss,” You reply with a burst of laughter. The assumptions Eddie’s made about you certainly paint the picture of the type of person that you would want to avoid spending time with too. 

“Hey!” Eddie protests. “That’s… well, kind of, yeah.”

Eddie knows that that’s not the only reason he avoided you. Sure your perfection was annoying to observe from afar. But mostly because there was something about you that kept drawing him, and that was completely unaware of how improbable it was that someone like you would want anything to do with him. Everything about you signified why you were too good for someone like him.

“Ugh,” You groan. “That’s the problem with classical music, it makes everyone think you’re a weirdo.”

“If anyone’s a weirdo out of the two of us, it’s me,” Eddie argues. “I mean, look at me,” He tells you as he gestures to his appearance broadly.

“Yeah, when I look at you the first thing I think is ‘wow, that guy’s a freak’,” You scoff as you take in his appearance. It’s impossible for you to imagine his curly mop of hair and ring-covered fingers being considered as anything less than cool. Even if it’s not the kind of aesthetic that people in a town like Hawkins really appreciate. “You’re probably one of the coolest people in Hawkins.”

“You’re probably one of the only people that think that,” He tells you.

“Well, it’s true,” You state, punctuating the statement with a sip of your drink.

“You’re lucky flattery works on me,” Eddie replies with a smirk.

“I’m being serious!” You tell him. “You’re really intimidating at first, It wasn’t until I saw what you’re really like that I thought you were approachable.”

“What made me approachable?” He asks you curiously. “I need to know so that I can never do it again.”

“Um,” You stammer. Suddenly embarrassed to admit just how closely you’ve watched Eddie Munson. To admit how much you already know about him. “I saw you with Nancy Wheeler’s little brother and his friends.”

Eddie opens his mouth to start to protest.

“You’re a secret softie, Eddie, no point in denying it,” You reply with a smirk of your own. 

“Well, now I need to know one of your secrets, besides underage drinking,” Eddie replies. “Now that I know you’ve got a bad girl alter ego buried underneath that good girl facade.”

“Oh my god, did you seriously think I was that obnoxious?” You ask him as you press your face into your hands. 

“I’m sorry that I made so many assumptions, but you have to admit that you present yourself in a very specific- and wholesome way!”

“Well, you know what they say…” You tell him, “When you assume you make an ass out of-”

“Nevermind! Maybe you really are as annoyingly hokey and perfect as I thought you were,” Eddie replies with a sigh.

“Hey!” You protest.

“So tell me something no one else knows about you,” Eddie asks you before taking a sip of his drink.

The two of you talk for ages, easily flowing from one topic to another, from silly things like arguing about which Lord of the Rings book is best, to admitting to Eddie that the first time you took an edible was completely on accident thanks to a brownie that a 56-year-old violinist named Catherine had left on the coffee table in the reception room and still apologized profusely for every time she sees you because you had a panic attack when you started tripping and not knowing why. 

“Shit, I need to go, my curfew was half an hour ago,” You say when you finally spare a glance at your watch and realize over two hours have passed since you and Eddie sat down. 

“I can drive you home if you want, all I’ve had tonight was that beer and it’s been over an hour since I finished it.”

“That would be great,” You say as the two of you stand up and Eddie leads you out into the dark parking lot with a hand ghosting the small of your back.

“I’m glad we could do this,” You say when Eddie’s van pulls up in front of your house. 

“Me too,” Eddie replies.

“Thanks for inviting me. I’ve never really had friends my age before,” You admit. “So this was… really nice.

“Is that what we are? Friends?” Eddie asks. He’d thought that what they’d been doing all night, the flirting, and the looks had meant something else, but maybe that’s just what you’re like. Unintentionally and accidentally alluring.

“I guess I don’t know, what do you think we are?” You ask him.

“I feel like we could be friends,” He replies as he hedges his bets. “I also feel like I want to be more than friends.”

“Me too,” You admit softly before you start leaning over the center console and press your lips to Eddie’s. 

“We should do this again sometime,” You tell him when you break apart. Leaving Eddie looking back at you a bit breathlessly. 

“Thanks for the ride,” You add with a bright smile as you grab your bag from by your feet and hop out of the van, scampering up your sidewalk to your house. Only offering him a quick glance before you disappear inside.

Yep. Eddie Munson was hopelessly and completely gone.

[syrrexcyre]

COMPILATION OF MY SONA ARTS AND MY OCS ! :3

SATU ! IT | HE | THEY

A little old-ish artwork tho lol

◈ ACCI / ACCISMUS ! ◇

THEY / IT !

FINNISH PERSON ! Cross's bestie :3

Autistic ! ✨

Straightforward , bold , learner typa person , low-empathy , traumatized (ngl..../lh) , 170 cm(5'6) , loves botany and journaling bc of Cross

AGENDER AROACE

♰ CROSS ! ♰

IT / THEY !

SWEDISH ! Acci's bestie :3

Shy , socially awkward , mute , gestures or writes on paper/uses electronic devices for communication further , 198 cm(6'5), goth , botany lover , likes calligraphy and journaling , ADHD ✨

MOTH-ZU / MOTZU !

HE / THEY / IT !

Australian guy ! 166 cm(5'4) , autistic , gay , BPD !

Chaotic , has big hands , god knows why(i'm atheist /lh) , may've been familiar with Danko

DANKO MISKINIS !

Croat-Lithuanian !

He | They | Ze

Agender & Aro & Omni , AuDHD & AvPD ! However I dont have an official art ref for this guy 💔

180 cm(5'10) , a police officer(based off Norwegian police) , chaotic , sarcastic (which gets himself and others in troubles bc someone may not get zir sarcasm 😭) hard to befriend due to his avoidant tendencies , in general prefers to stay either alone either around their trusted people , eco-safety volunteer(also related to the lore of his job)

[dawnthefox24]

A gift for @wildissylupus Venice tragedy AU

I cried writing this btw ;v; more then once actually and had to take a break TvT. Not so sure if this would be within canon of your AU but I like to think it would be and how it would affect Genji of all people TwT so enjoy this little gift

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*VT Genji has his off but had his blade against VT Reaper neck breathing heavily pissed off at him. He wanted to slice his neck open but he hesitated after what happened during Venice* VT Reaper/Reyes: Go on Genji...Prove to me that you can- VT Genji: *presses the blade hard against his throat but doesn't kill him*SHUT UP!! THAT MISSION IN VENICE!! D-DID YOU-!!DID YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT HIM!? VT Reaper/Reyes:*stays quiet*... VT Genji: ANSWER ME!! YOU KILLED MY BEST FRIEND !!! VT Reaper/Reyes:...What happened was an acci- VT Genji:*feels his voice cracking a bit* BULLSHIT!!! HE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!!! VT Reaper/Reyes: YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT!! I LOVED HIM LIKE MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD!!! VT Genji: SOME FUCKING FATHER YOU WERE!! WHEN I HAD TO TELL FAREEHA!! ANA!! LENA ANGELA!! THAT COLE DIED DURING THE WHOLE VENICE MISSION I LOST A PART OF MYSELF!! VT Reaper/Reyes:...So did I..... VT Genji:*wants to slice his neck open but tosses his sword away as he screams loudly before falling on the ground crying heavily * you killed my best friend... VT Reaper/Reyes:*looks away from Genji *....I know.... VT Genji: And your not even fucking sorry...Cole was my friend who kept me company...You killed him.....He was the only one who didn't treat like a monster.... VT Reaper/Reyes:*Takes off his mask amd tosses it aside pissed off but has hot tears rolling down his face* I GO TO HIS GRAVE EVERY SINGLE DAY KNOWING I KILLED MY SON GENJI!!! YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT!? THE KID I TOOK IN AS MY OWN!!! YOU HAD NO FUCKING IDEA HOW MUCH THAT BROKE ME TELLING MARTINA THAT HER SON WAS DEAD!!! VT Genji:*stares at him for a moment before he picks up his sword*..It should have been you....not him..... VT Reaper/Reyes:.... VT Genji: *dries his tears away and takes a deep breath before walking away* If Cole was here he would be disappointed in you....remember that.... VT Reaper/Reyes:*looks away from him*...Are you going to kill me or what... VT Genji:*turns his back to him before walking off* Killing you won't bring him back...He wouldn't want me to kill you....Goodbye... VT Reaper/Reyes:*takes a deep breaths and lets out a shaky breath* ...Shit....

[horizon-verizon]

What do you think about the deaths of Laenor, Harwin and Lyonel? I myself am convinced, thanks to Preston Jacobs, that Laenor was simply killed in a skirmish with people to whom Qarl owed money. On the other hand, I do not necessarily agree with about Harwin and Lyonel - Preston claims it was most likely an accident, which is possible, but I am more inclined towards Daemon setting the fire out of jealousy (maybe to prevent Rhaenyra from getting back together with him, now that her husband is dead?). I am mostly thinking of parallels between this scenario and Blood&Cheese incident, where Daemon is motivated by emotional reasons to order a hit on someone, which results in unintended collateral damage (in the case of Harwin's murder Lyonel).

@minetteskvareninova

I still have yet to watch a vid from Preston Jacobs.

This is the account of Harwin and Lyonel's deaths plus the speculations of people in-world about them:

The cause of the fire was never determined. Some put it down to simple mischance, whilst others muttered that Black Harren’s seat was cursed and brought only doom to any man who held it. Many suspected the blaze was set intentionally. Mushroom suggests that the Sea Snake was behind it, as an act of vengeance against the man who had cuckolded his son. Septon Eustace, more plausibly, suspects Prince Daemon, removing a rival for Princess Rhaenyra’s affections. Others have put forth the notion that Larys Clubfoot might have been responsible; with his father and elder brother dead, Larys Strong became the Lord of Harrenhal. The most disturbing possibility was advanced by none other than Grand Maester Mellos, who muses that the king himself might have given the command. If Viserys had come to accept that the rumors about the parentage of Rhaenyra’s children were true, he might well have wished to remove the man who had dishonored his daughter, lest he somehow reveal the bastardy of her sons. Were that so, Lyonel Strong’s death was an unfortunate accident, for his lordship’s decision to see his son back to Harrenhal had been unforeseen. ("A Question of Succession")

And this is the quote for Laenor's death:

The Lord of the Tides and his lady were still in mourning for their beloved daughter when the Stranger came again, to carry off their son. Ser Laenor Velaryon, husband to the Princess Rhaenyra and the putative father of her children, was slain whilst attending a fair in Spicetown, stabbed to death by his friend and companion Ser Qarl Correy. The two men had been quarreling loudly before blades were drawn, merchants at the fair told Lord Velaryon when he came to collect his son’s body. Correy had fled by then, wounding several men who tried to hinder him. Some claimed a ship had been waiting for him offshore. He was never seen again.

The circumstances of the murder remain a mystery to this day. Grand Maester Mellos writes only that Ser Laenor was killed by one of his own household knights after a quarrel. Septon Eustace provides us with the killer’s name and declares jealousy the motive for the slaying; Laenor Velaryon had grown weary of Ser Qarl’s companionship and had grown enamored of a new favorite, a handsome young squire of six-and-ten. Mushroom, as always, favors the most sinister theory, suggesting that Prince Daemon paid Qarl Correy to dispose of Princess Rhaenyra’s husband, arranged for a ship to carry him away, then cut his throat and fed him to the sea. A household knight of relatively low birth, Correy was known to have a lord’s tastes and a peasant’s purse, and was given to extravagant wagering besides, which lends a certain credence to the fool’s version of events. Yet there was no shred of proof, then or now, though the Sea Snake offered a reward of ten thousand golden dragons for any man who could lead him to Ser Qarl Correy, or deliver the killer to a father’s vengeance. ("A Question of Succession")

I don't think Harwin and Lyonel's deaths were accidents. Felt too convenient.

List of Suspects for the Strongs' Deaths and My Conclusion

Corlys:

gains nothing guaranteed by killing Harwin and Lyonel--maybe the Hand position for either himself or Rhaenys but Laenor died BEFORE Harwin & Lyonel. Wasn't him.

knew Laenor was gay, and he was very willing to just let Rhaenyra’s sons live as Laenor’s trueborn sons for his own ends. He cared for and loved Jacaerys

Viserys:

was not very violent (unless publicly pushed to affirm his authority, like with Vaemon's relatives after Vaemond's death).

was not a very proactive person in comparison to people like Daemon or Rhaenyra or Alicent or Larys

was not a person given towards underhanded schemes, preferring open partying, feats, and as little conflict as possible except when Vaemond’s relatives mention bastardry again after he already ruled it forbidden, preferring to be open and aboveboard as much as conventionally possible.

very much loved his grandchildren and never resented their presence or the fact that they weren't Laenor's.

could have killed Harwin much earlier before even Rhaenyra birthed her second son if he actually cared so much about Harwin "ruining" his daughter. If for anything for his father, Lyonel’s, continued service. Viserys, even though later reinstating him, didn’t want Otto to have an easier time coming back after already dismissing him for questioning Rhaenyra.

knew what he was getting Rhaenyra into by marrying her to Laenor, a gay man, for the sake of political "peace" with Corlys. You can read why Viserys accepted Rhaenyra's kids HERE. Wasn't him.

Daemon:

had far more to gain and was more willing to kill Harwin and Lyonel since I very much believe he was in love w/Rhaenyra AND wanted to be a direct ancestor of any and all Targ rulers after her. Or responsible for their training, make a name for himself in history.

HOWEVER -- Viserys would have never allowed Rhaenyra to marry Harwin Strong after Laenor's death so he could protect the secrets of the V boys' parentage. Viserys put the Strongs out of court, so Daemon had no reason to see Harwin as a legitimate rival for her hand in marriage. As for romance alone, still, Harwin was exiled from the court and no longer a rival.

If Daemon wanted to kill Harwin, again, he would have done it much earlier -- if he loved & desired Rhaneyra -- at least sometime after Lucerys' birth.

Larys:

was allied with the greens nearly from the jump, knew that Viserys would go for familiarity above all and avoid Rhaenyra and Daemon as candidates for the Hand position, thus opening the Hand position for Otto

killing Harwin/Lyonel opens up the seat of Harrenhal for himself AND allows a strategic location for the war definitely coming (even without Lucerys' or Jaehaerys' deaths) -- which is why Daemon himself even went there later

during the Dance, proved nearly invaluable to the greens while being the very sneaky, calculating/shadowy, deceptive manipulator willing to betray anyone for his own goals and was the person in the shadows spreading those rumors about Rhaenyra -- even his own family

Both Rhaenys and Corlys, again, lived close to Daemon when he was with Laena and moved her and their twins to Driftmark for 3 years. They would have witnessed his habits, etc. It's possible that they were too grief-stricken to actually be able to discern his involvement or lack of involvement, but to be so unobservant after the worst of the grief (from shock) went...eh, unlikely.

Harwin and Lyonel's deaths benefit Larys and the greens most of all. Larys is the best suspect, and I personally think he killed Harwin and Lyonel. Ironically, I agree with HotD on how those deaths turned out.

List of Suspects for the Laenor's Death and My Conclusion

Laenor's death is a dicier thing.

Debt Collectors:

accidentally -- in them trying to get Qarl OR to get Laenor to pay for his debts OR in the streetfight

Qarl:

Qarl had no characterizations or described traits in the account I could point out other than:

being gay/queer

had "low" birth

being Laenor's second-known lover

was a gambler with huge & many debts

Qarl argued with Laenor, and I personally think it had something to do with his debts. Perhaps Laenor refused to pay them off and Qarl got angry, feeling jilted and rejected. It's a possibility, but I don't think that this is 100% exclusionary from Qarl also under someone's else pay OR promise of escape.

Daemon:

like Harwin, removing Laenor opens up the path to Rhaenyra's hand, whether or not he loved her or not (personally, I believe he did love her)

and he marries Rhaenyra mere months after Laenor's death

Qarl Correy managed to evade capture despite Corlys putting out alerts and Driftmark being smaller than other regions -- not many places to hide ... unless you know your way around or have capable people hiding and guiding you to safety

Qarl had debts to pay and wasn't rich despite being Laenor's lover

HOWEVER -- also lived with Laena and their daughters in Driftmark with the Velaryons for 3 years or so BEFORE Laenor died. He still seems to live close to or with them, after Laena dies, so Corlys would have had a better sense of whether or not Daemon killed his son and take some action against him BUT he never does. It would have been beyond stupid for Daemon to try to kill Laenor being so close and knowing that people will suspect him. Corlys sent out rewards for Qarl’s capture, with no indication of suspecting Daemon.

he and Rhaenyra married 4-5 months after Laenor and Laena die and even that time was too little for everyone else. In this context, the idea that Daemon killed Laenor to get to Rhaenyra is less likely. Because if he didn’t care about the “appropriate” time to wait to marry his target, why would he wait 4-5 months after killing Laenor?

has a cousin, called Princess Rhaenys, mother to Laenor. There’s no indication that she ever actually liked Daemon, yet we hear nothing of her suspecting Daemon. With her personality, if she ever suspected Daemon, she'd never let him go.

still needs the Velaryons for Rhaenyra's claim. Even if he only wanted Rhaenyra for power, the risk of the Velaryons finding out he killed their son would remove Velaryons' support for Rhaenyra-Daemon and any of their kids or at least significantly reduce it and open up the path to retribution. Simply not worth it.

Septon Eustace (who disliked Daemon and wasn't given towards elaborate or detailed descriptions unless he detested a person [Rhaenyra and her cut from the throne]) maintains that Qarl was responsible for Laenor's death

Daemon is the only person ever suspected of having Laenor killed apart from those who were after Qarl for his debts (by Mushroom, who though given to embellishment, also was still close to nobles to hear their whispers and understand quiet implications BUT he also wasn't there and there is the stuff I already speculated). But I can't put all my faith in the possibility of him being responsible for Laenor's death with the information we do have AND those I've speculated above. I'm given to thinking that Laenor was just killed by Qarl in a passionate confrontation.

[steelminds]

Brighter Than Stars

Isn’t it pretty?” she suddenly asks. It breaks his trance of admiration, but he’s a little lost on what she could be referring to. It probably isn’t herself, as much as he’d love to have an excuse to tell her how lovely she looks. “Huh?” “The sky. It’s beautiful, right?” He looks up again, quiet for a few seconds. The sky is beautiful. Truthfully, though, there’s only one thing— one person— he can consider even prettier than this. But of course, it’d be a weird time to tell her that. (Joe convinces his best friend to sneak out of her house with him—a rebellious act for someone such as Sara Chidouin, known rule stickler—and she agrees without a second thought. They spend time together under the sunset and the stars.)

day 3 of joesara week :3

[somegirlnamedalicia]

Different anon but I wanted to let you know I’m super excited about the pacesetter/firestarter polycule lol

Hoo boy, between real-life stuff and writing for two Cogs at once, this one took me a while. I don't plan on doing separate HCs for these two since they're basically confirmed canon, but hopefully these will suffice!

Flint Bonpyre (Firestarter) & Graham Ness Payser (Pacesetter) Polycule Headcanons:

Graham and Flint are already dating when you meet them, but you hit it off with them quickly. You just fit so well into their dynamic!

"Okay, we've gotta ask them to date us," Graham says to Flint one day in private. Though Flint also really likes you, he's hesitant at first, worried he won't be able to fuel two partners at once, but Graham is confident that he has enough energy for the both of you with tons to spare. In the end, they compromise: They'll spend time with you as a group without actually calling it "dating" and see where things go from there.

Spending more time with you only makes them fall harder. Graham practically vibrates out of his shell as he resists asking you out on the spot, but he insists that nothing is wrong! Everything is fine! Great, even! Flint seems calmer than his boyfriend, but if you notice that Graham isn't the only one making his flame burn brighter these days, don't say anything. He'll die of embarrassment.

Surprisingly, Flint's the one to "break" first. He just likes you so much! And Graham does, too! And they wanna date you! The poor boys nearly collapse in relief when you say yes.

First things first: You need to fireproof your everything. Flint tries not to set things ablaze, but when you and Graham are around, he just gets so giddy that he can't stop his flame from burning hot and bright! Graham's used to it (his poor hair has been singed a few times), so he can help you out if need be.

Dating Graham is like getting sucked into a whirlwind sometimes. He always needs to be doing something and rarely plans ahead, so expect to be dragged out to whatever he thinks sounds fun at the time. Yes, jogging through Drowsy Dreamland in the middle of the night totally counts as a date as long as you kiss! He'd offer to hold hands, too, but you'd have to be able to keep up with him for that. You can hold Flint's hand if you lag behind, though!

Flint is much more of a planner, though he's usually content to go along with whatever Graham wants to do. When he does plan out dates, they're usually more lowkey, like sitting around a bonfire, cooking some food, maybe burning a few things... These work best after long work days because even Graham can't resist a good group cuddle after one of those. (Not that he doesn't like cuddling you two, but he's just so full of energy that he can't stay still long enough sometimes!)

Speaking of cuddles, it's probably 0% surprising that Flint's are quite warm. He can regulate his body temperature somewhat if it's too much for you, but sometimes he's just so filled with love for you that it heats him right back up! He always apologizes for it, at least.

The best outings are the ones that combine their energies with whatever your needs may be. Imagine running around town all night, doing whatever catches Graham's interest (and yours, if you're more spontaneous), occasionally stopping to take it slow and recharge. Flint knows some great places you can just relax and watch the world go by for a bit. Graham will want to end the night on a high note so you can all go home and relax together. Plans can be made for these, but expect them to be looser.

Graham is big on PDA. He loves showing the world that he, in all his awesomeness, scored two amazing partners in you and Flint. Flint's a lot more bashful about it, but in private, he shows just how hot that flame of his really burns for you two.

Unfortunately, these two have zero sense of self-preservation. Graham will push himself past his limits until he collapses in an admittedly hilarious heap on the floor, and Flint will accidentally disintegrate himself with Barnburner or just get so laser-focused on something that he'll forget to take care of himself. You're going to become an expert on Suit maintenance whether you like it or not.

I hope you're not quite as reckless as them. If you are... well, at least Flint and Graham already have plenty of practice with patching each other up. On the bright side, at least you get to spend more quality time together!

[bethanydelleman]

Lady Susan Readthrough: Letter 41 and Conclusion

Summary: Catherine cannot bring Frederica to visit as Lady Susan had come and taken her to London. Catherine did what she could to prevent it and assured Frederica that she could write in distress. A+ on Aunting. Lady Susan did not reveal what happened with Reginald while at Churchill.

Suspecting that Lady Susan is monitoring their correspondence, Catherine determines to visit Frederica in town and try to bring her back to Churchill. Lady Susan asks if Frederica is looking well and suggests town may not be good for her daughter's health. Catherine urges her over several days to let them take her daughter back to the country and succeeds at last.

It is clear afterwards that Lady Susan wanted Frederica gone, as she marries Sir James herself three days later! Catherine maintains tacit custody of Frederica until she marries Reginald.

-+-

Catherine is a bit wary that Reginald has actually left Lady Susan for good:

Pray heaven, Reginald may not be in town again by that time!

Catherine's husband continues to not be very bright:

Her manner, to be sure, was very kind and proper, and Mr. Vernon believes that Frederica will now be treated with affection. I wish I could think so too. 

To say that the end of the letters was a blow to the finances of the government is hilarious!

Mr. Vernon, who, as it must already have appeared, lived only to do whatever he was desired

I think this means Mr. Vernon is a malewife? Catherine really does seem to direct this relationship and hold most of the brains.

was met with such an easy and cheerful affection, as made her almost turn from her with horror. No remembrance of Reginald, no consciousness of guilt, gave one look of embarrassment; she was in excellent spirits, and seemed eager to show at once by every possible attention to her brother and sister her sense of their kindness, and her pleasure in their society.

Lady Susan has no remorse, maybe only regret, but she is able to show whatever emotion she pleases. Catherine is totally disgusted by her.

The first hope of anything better was derived from Lady Susan’s asking her whether she thought Frederica looked quite as well as she had done at Churchhill, as she must confess herself to have sometimes an anxious doubt of London’s perfectly agreeing with her.

For whatever reason, Lady Susan wants to be rid of her daughter, so she opens the door to Catherine taking her to Churchill, but of course she makes Catherine work for it!

Lady Susan’s maternal fears were then too much awakened for her to think of anything but Frederica’s removal from the risk of infection; above all disorders in the world she most dreaded the influenza for her daughter’s constitution!

LOL! I doubt it!

Lady Susan was managing three men, Reginald, Mainwaring, and Sir James. She loses Reginald, Mainwaring is unavailable, and she settles for Sir James. Without Alicia paying her way, it's unclear how Lady Susan is supposed to live, so I guess it's not surprising. By the end of the book, she is unwelcome everywhere.

Frederica was therefore fixed in the family of her uncle and aunt till such time as Reginald De Courcy could be talked, flattered, and finessed into an affection for her which, allowing leisure for the conquest of his attachment to her mother, for his abjuring all future attachments, and detesting the sex, might be reasonably looked for in the course of a twelvemonth.

Still so strange that they set Reginald up with the daughter of the woman he was engaged to! Then again, with how Lady Susan is I guess Frederica probably knew she would end up with her mother's sloppy seconds.

Whether Lady Susan was or was not happy in her second choice, I do not see how it can ever be ascertained; for who would take her assurance of it on either side of the question? The world must judge from probabilities; she had nothing against her but her husband, and her conscience.

You can only imagine that when Sir James has a freak horseback riding accident, she'll be back and the whole affair will start again?

Sir James may seem to have drawn a harder lot than mere folly merited; I leave him, therefore, to all the pity that anybody can give him.

This is VERY similar to Austen's final word on Rushworth:

She had despised him, and loved another; and he had been very much aware that it was so. The indignities of stupidity, and the disappointments of selfish passion, can excite little pity. His punishment followed his conduct, as did a deeper punishment the deeper guilt of his wife.

But this is a wonderfully hilarious note to end on:

For myself, I confess that I can pity only Miss Mainwaring; who, coming to town, and putting herself to an expense in clothes which impoverished her for two years, on purpose to secure him, was defrauded of her due by a woman ten years older than herself.

I kind of wish we ended with letters, but maybe Austen just wanted to wrap up at this point. She does often have very rapid wrap-ups after the two main characters get engaged.

Here is the masterpost.

Anyway, I love this little novella and I hope you enjoyed reading along with me!

There will be character analysis next.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

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[snowflakesincalifornia]

For some reason I mysteriously (thanks Tumblr runners) can’t reblog this post about writing cops in fiction without turning it into copaganda, so I’m just going to link to it in this post. Please check it out.

[imp-writes]

WEDNESDAY WRITING

today's excerpt from: Burning Hiraeth

Weave held back a grin as he walked into the furthest corner of the bar. Here, no one looked at him. Here, his pink and green colors caught no one’s eye more than any of the vomit on the floor. He muttered an order to the bartender.

“Cheeli juice.”

The barmaid quirked an eyebrow, but hurried off to fulfill his request with her tray pressed to her torso. Weave watched her dodge about the other tables with dark, alert eyes. Why was he always the early one?

“Excuse me,” It was a different barmaid. She placed a shot on the table. “The gentleman over there bought this for you.” She nodded awkwardly and started to turn away. Weave looked at the drink and carefully dipped his claw into it, his antennae pitching in the directions of the sounds around him. He chuckled.

“Oi!” He called the maid back. She came back to his table. He pushed back the shot.

“Tell him he could have just said something. Also, that he’s ten minutes late, the bugger. And take that back to him.” He flicked his hand at the shot as the first barmaid brought him a glass of Cheeli juice. The barmaid who brought the shot nodded and took it back. Weave sipped his cheeli juice with a cheerful sigh and then stood up. Finding the table he was looking for, he strode over to the one with a young Avixian man. His hair was brown and his wings matched but faded to pale blue.

“You’re early.” The young man said without turning around. “We said we’d meet half-past.”

“Hmph. Do you have to go flashing your wallet just because you’re visiting home again? Your entrances are far too dramatic.” Weave dropped into the chair next to the Avixian and propped his lizard-like legs up on the table.

“Manners, Weave.”

“As if you’re the one to lecture me on etiquette, Hiram Acci.”

“Ah forget the last name. At least this place is good to us.” Hiram shifted in his seat, a light in his slight, golden eyes. “So…any news?” Weave rolled his eyes.

“Of course not. The Resistance is up to something again but Shalar knows what that is. The Council is still pushing their ‘New Precepts’ rot. I’ve no new intel, but I told you this part of the city is dead of news and couldn’t care less.”

“Was.” Hiram said with a knowing smirk.

“What’s that face all about?” Weave narrowed his large eyes.

“Oh I just happened to learn something by chance,” he replied, toying with his now empty shot. “It’ll make my agonizing days in the Guard more bearable at any rate.”

“Spit.”

“That’s your job.” Hiram teased. Weave rolled his eyes at the wordplay, spat up a semi-liquid glob of goop, and absently began spinning it into a small piece of cloth without even looking at his claws.

“Well, entertained yet? For someone who can buy drinks for ‘strangers’ you’re pretty stingy to hold back my tea.”

“I’m still waiting for the others.” Hiram said. He hadn’t actually expected Weave to start spinning, but that was Weave for you.

Weave gave a long-suffering sigh, dipping his proboscis into his cup for a drink while still spinning, rocking his chair back. His gaze travelled to the people mulling about the bar. The poor barmaid caught in his and Hiram’s banter was on her way back to their table, a shot glass on her tray. Her eyes were glued on keeping the tray upright. And for good reason, since the alcohol within was steadily burning. How? Who knew?

“And that would be Ana.” Hiram said, nodding graciously to the barmaid who brought the drink. Hiram blew out the fire and downed it. “Toasty.” He joked.

“The others will be arriving shortly.” A girl’s voice from behind them said. “And good thing because I’m sick of hearing you two prattle like a couple chapel ladies.”

“Aww, I missed you too, Ana.” Weave flashed his sweetest smile, to which Ana replied with the expected eyeroll. She plopped in a seat at the table with her own pint, crossing her leg so her right sandal rested on her left knee.

“Anyway,” she said in a lower tone, “Hiram, the Immolta Resistance has been making connections with bases further south. For what, it’s your guess. The Council is unaware. But I have heard further talk about a conscription increase.”

“Naturally. They’re scared now. Which is good.”

“Doesn’t that mean your brother will be required to join the military?” Ana asked. Hiram shrugged, twirling the shot glass on the table again.

“He can do what he wants.” He grunted. “He’s my father’s son after all. The only gift ever given to both of us is being able to talk our way out of whatever our impulses get us into.”

“Well you can say that again.” A lad, maybe in his early twenties, joined the group. “But hey, a Captain’s Second in the United Guard? I’d say you’re making it on your own two feet pree-ty well right now. Ladies and gentlemen, Wilko has arrived.” He bowed. “I may be too broke to buy any refills, but I shall do my best in charm and gossip.”

“Oh spare me,” Ana rolled her eyes and tugged him into the seat next to her, waving down a barmaid. “Get him a Rosendi before he flirts with you. He’s too young and naïve to drink.”

“HEY!” Wilko protested. The barmaid couldn’t hide a chuckle as she quickly turned around to fetch the order.

“If you’re here,” Weave pointed to Wilko, “Then where’s…?”

“Gesine is bringing him today.” Wilko responded. “I dunno where they went but she said she needed him.” Weave nodded. Before anyone could say another word, the door of the bar slammed open into the wall it was attached to, causing nearly every head to turn to the only source of sunlight to be seen.

“And that…” Ana said, the only one who didn’t look at the door, “would be Gesine.” A large dog wearing ratted clothes and a feral snarl loomed in the door. She padded in and dropped heavily into the seat next to Weave, her elbows rested heavily on the table and her chin almost touched her scarred, brawny forearms.

“Arconian Abyss.” She growled. The bartender was in earshot and his eyes widened, but walked back behind the bar and started mixing.

“That rough, huh?” Hiram raised an eyebrow. She twitched her head in a non-committal reply. Hiram wondered if she was holding back a wince.

“Where’s Mort?” Wilko asked, the concern on his face easier to read than the large-print propaganda posters all around.

“Here. Under the table.” Gesine said.

“Why?” Weave asked. Gesine shrugged.

“It’s Mort.” She said. Wilko chuckled and dropped his head under the table. After a second he reappeared with a small floating sheet in tow. Two white lights glowed in the black gaps in the sheet. Mort tilted it’s…well…as close to a head as it had and small, ethereal whispers came from it. Wilko tilted his head in turn as the barmaid returned with a shot of black liquid.

“Mort said their mission was successful….but they took too many risks.” Wilko said to the group. Weave began to spin faster.

“Ahh, now we’re getting into it!” He exclaimed, the mischievous spark back in his eye. “Tell us, Gesine, what did you find?” Gesine grabbed the shot and downed it, slamming the glass back on the table.

“War. That’s what we found. The Immolta Resistance is building up an Army with their Southern Allies. Some even say they have new officers to take on more soldiers. The Council is trying to conceal it. But the conscription increase is to counter them. The Buznak and the Dulmoa are running in hordes now. You can’t trust anyone on the street not to slit your throat. Council members are refusing to attend meetings. Afraid to be impersonated or shot. The Guard is supposed to be doubled. It’ll be easy to get in, even for Will.”

“Hey! I may be “just a human” but I have my assets!”

“You do, but they’re mostly looking for dragonborns for officers.” Gesine eyed Weave, who raised all four of his arms.

“Ayo, don’t look at me like that! I’m a Spitner, remember? I make textiles. My abilities aren’t suited for combat.”

“It’s not your ability.” Ana countered. “It’s your family name. Most of the dragonborns are still loyal to the Council. Especially the Dyras.”

“Tch. Don’t remind me.” Weave spat more onto his little spinning project and his claws clicked faster. Wilko closed his eyes and tilted his head again.

“Mort’s saying the Hydras are also searching for prospective members amongst the Guard.” He translated. “Hiram was on their list of candidates.”

“Hmmm….well that’d certainly be interesting….” Hiram said. “If I were a Hydra I’d not only have access to the Vaults…but I might even get orders to have a little fun on my part.”

“Fun?” Anatolia questioned.

“Ah, yes, I was waiting for everyone to show up. I have an interesting tidbit of news that will make our jobs less boring.” Everyone but Gesine and Mort leaned in a bit. Hiram’s lips curled into a cat-like smile.

“The little prodigy Sebastion has joined the Resistance.” Ana looked at him.

“That’s it? Really? Your brother ferried. So what?”

“Who else knows this?” Weave asked. Hiram tapped his nose.

“Weave gets what I mean.” He said. “Imagine…with this information not public yet, just imagine what we could do with it. Imagine my father, doing everything he can to find his little prodigy, his little star, and I’m helping him with all the intelligence the Council has to offer to find my poor kidnapped brother, only to find to his woe that his shining son has become nothing but a loathesome cuzak.”

“But he wasn’t kidnapped,” Wilko pointed out.

“Well that’s what pen and paper are for,” Ana retorted. “A ransom note would be easy to forge.”

“And my family position makes me an easy candidate for a Hydra.” Hiram chuckled. “Oh, this really could be fun.”

“But where does that get the rest of us?” Weave asked.

“Hmm…?” Hiram hummed, “Oh, you mean to complete upheaval of the status quo, vengeance and utter chaos? Far far closer than you think. But it would be even better if Weave joined the Guard as an officer.”

“Oh do tell…” Weave squinted.

“You see…if I have all the intel, and Weave is part of the core of the protection for every Council member…not to mention we have the money to hire a few extra grunts if we wanted…the Dulmoa wouldn’t mind a few extra coins to be privy to our movements I’m sure. The Council would be safer in a pit of serpents.” Hiram chuckled.

“The only problem is none of them are attending meetings anymore.” Gesine said. “They’re too terrified.”

“Oh, that’s only a matter of time. The Resistance will draw them out. Ana, Wilko and Mort could drum up enough public concern for a few showings, I’m sure.”

“Why me?” Ana complained. “Wilko is the propagandist here.”

“Because you can help them spread the posters. Gesine, Weave and I will be busy.”

“What am I doing?” Gesine asked.

“You are going to join the Resistance.” Gesine looked him dead in the eye.

“Come again?”

“You’re going to join the Resistance,” Hiram repeated himself without hesitation. “I need someone to keep an eye on that dear brother of mine…and also get intel and potentially kidnap him if I need it.” Gesine shrugged.

“You picking up the tab?” She asked. Hiram put a hand to his chest.

“You wound me doubting I would!” He said in a hurt tone. The smile on his face didn’t contrast his words. He would, of course.

“You got it.” Was all Gesine replied before ordering another Abyss. Hiram smiled, mostly to himself.

“What’s got you grinning?” Ana asked him after she finished her pint. Hiram shrugged and waved the barmaid.

“A round of refills for all of us please.” He said. He turned back to Anatolia. “I was just thinking, is all.”

“When aren’t you?” Weave asked. “The question is always what.”

“Hmmhmm,” Hiram chuckled again, “I was just thinking of how foolish my father thought I was, abandoning the world he lay at my feet. Now, we might just get all that and more…”

The drinks came and Hiram picked his up and the others followed suit

“C’mon.” He said. “A toast to our future! A toast to our glories! A toast…to everything we shall become.” He downed his shot and the others drank their fill before leaving. The bill wasn’t much aside from three Arconian Abysses. How Gesine could drink that much and not be completely inebriated was still beyond Hiram. He wasn’t a biologist after all.