#but i know that if some people aren't in full posession of the facts they become stressed out

[betweenujb]

acquainted

ceo!momo x supermodel!sana

warnings: smut, dom/sub, posessive momo, implied overstimulation

Momo had just finished closing one of the biggest deals of the year for her company when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She had silenced all her notifications except ones from Sana, and her wife knew that she was in a meeting so it must have been important. Excusing herself, she checked her phone only to see a text that sent her blood pressure through the roof.

sweet girl: i know you're busy with a meeting baby but one of the models is getting a little handsy with me

lover: no, sweetheart. it's not a problem at all. i'll be there in five minutes

The words that Momo typed out were loving and full of nothing but care for her wife, but inside she felt like she was going to explode. Every person who worked with Sana and every person who worked for Momo, all the way down to the cleaning people, knew that her wife was off limits.

Momo was beyond pissed and every single person at the photo shoot site knew it. The second the doors flung open and the people on the site turned their heads, it went silent. With every step Momo took, it felt like a dark cloud was descending on them, the woman's heels reverberating in through the room.

Momo's eyes scanned the male model's faces, jaw clenched. Usually, she had no issue with the male models. They knew to keep their hands to themselves, and they knew the consequences if they didn't. Usually, they didn't have a death wish.

Maybe I'm being too lenient, Momo thought as her sight homed in on the one who was harassing her precious Sana. The bastard who was touching Sana only moments ago still had a smirk on his face that Momo wanted to smack into next week. She pushed her way past the other models and stood centimeters away from him.

Being short didn't stop Momo. In fact, it made her feel even more powerful. Seeing six-foot-tall men cower under her look let her know she was the one calling the shots.

Momo grabbed the model's tie and pulled him down to her level aggressively enough that he stumbled. Her eyes were almost black with rage as she leaned in and whispered, voice barely audible. "If you aren't out of this building in the next 20 seconds, I will make your life a living hell. If you ever touch my wife again, I will make sure you go home in a fucking body bag."

This was all the warning the model needed. In 10 seconds, he bolted out of the building, barely grabbing the bag he brought with him. Momo took a deep breath, only turning around to face Sana once she saw the door slam behind him.

Like a switch had flipped, Momo's expression was gentle again. Her hands were gentle as she wrapped them around Sana's waist. She gave her a quick kiss before walking to one of the chairs behind the studio lights. With the snap of her fingers, the camera crew was back to work.

Fortunately, the rest of Momo's work for the day involved phone calls to other fashion CEOs and modeling agents. She'd be damned if she left Sana's photoshoot before she was done.

+

"Sweetheart do you know who that dumb fucker worked for?" Momo asked, monotone as she tapped her finger against the steering wheel.

Sana glanced up from her phone, looking up at the roof of their car as she wracked her brain for a company name. "I think he worked for some small sub-company under Dior or something like that."

Momo silently nodded and took Sana's free hand in hers. She intertwined their fingers and placed a gentle kiss on the back of Sana's hand. "I'll make sure to have a word with his agent."

The slightly aggravated tone in Momo's voice caused Sana to blush a bit. She had always been susceptible to Momo's controlling and protective nature. Whether it was firing someone because they forgot her sweet girl's coffee or practically wiping them off the face of the earth because they accidentally brushed against her ass, it caused Sana's nerves to go haywire.

Deciding to see how far she could push Momo before they got home, Sana leaned over the center console, her dress revealing enough that Sana's lacy bra was peeking out from underneath. She put on her pout that she knew had Momo wrapped around her finger and brought their hands up to her lips.

"I tried to tell everyone on the set what he was doing," a small kiss to the tips of Momo's fingers, "but they didn't seem to care. They were too busy telling me to pose better," the flat of her tongue pressing against Momo's index finger, "and they wouldn't do anything about him, so I just let him keep going."

Sana's words dug their way into Momo's brain. Her wife knew what she was doing and even if nothing she said was true, it still made her grip the steering wheel until her knuckles were white. She glanced at Sana, that oh so fake innocence written across her face making her fold fast.

Momo pulled her hand out of Sana's grasp and grabbed her face, fingers digging into her cheeks. "If I knew you wanted to be such a slut then maybe I should have just left you to deal with him alone."

Sana gulped. She knew that it was only an empty threat, but it was enough to make her desperate for more. It wasn't often that Momo would get rough with her, but when she did, it made her see stars every single time.

+

They barely made it through the doors of the penthouse before Momo picked Sana up in her arms, slamming her against the wall in the entryway. Momo's hands on Sana's hips were almost bruising, her grip was so tight. She leaned up to Sana's ear, breath hot and low as she muttered, "You're not going to be thinking of anything but me and my name once I'm done with you, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. Just with one simple name, Sana was putty in Momo's hands. Momo's to play with and fuck until she could barely walk in the morning. But that wasn't Momo's problem. Especially not when her wife decided to tease her like that in the car.

"Momo please..." Sana gasped out as Momo's hand bunched her wife's dress up, hand dipping into her panties. Momo didn't care that it was a $5,000 dress. She could just get Sana a brand new one with the wave of her hand.

Sana's breath hitched as the heel of Momo's hand pressed against her clit. It was providing her with just enough pressure to have her squirming in her wife's arms.

Not wanting to drop her to the ground, Momo set Sana down and immediately dragged her to their large bedroom. She aggressively picked her wife up, throwing her in the middle of their king-sized bed. Momo almost lost her composure seeing Sana's dress ride up, revealing the large wet spot on her wife's panties.

The lust in her eyes and the need to prove she was better than that bastard could ever be, Momo wasted no time in taking her clothes off. She threw her suit jacket, shirt, and tie behind her, leaving her in just her pants.

Sana's mouth watered at the sight as Momo stalked over to the edge of the bed and crawled up to where she was. Sana tried to reach her hand out to touch any part of Momo's bare skin she could. Her hands only had the chance to ghost over Momo's toned abs though as her wife grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

"You really want me that bad, sweetheart? You sure you don't want that bastard touching you earlier to keep going?" Momo's voice was thick with desire. She wanted Sana as much as her wife wanted her, but she couldn't let her movements falter.

Sana vigorously shook her head, doe eyes staring up into Momo's dark ones. "No, Momo. Only you. Need you inside of me!"

"What's the magic word, sweet girl?" Momo's fingers brushed over her panties, applying the lightest amount of pressure to her swollen clit.

"P-please! Please Momo!"

"Was that so bad, sweetheart?" Momo asked, not giving Sana even a second to answer before she plunged two fingers deep into her wife's tight, wet heat.

Sana's body jerked as her hips thrusted into Momo's hand. The slight sting of being stretched so suddenly was just what she needed. "Oh, fuck!"

The smirk on Momo's face barely hid the amount of pleasure she was getting just from having her fingers inside of Sana. The way her fingers were being squeezed and sucked in, Sana's body was desperate for more.

"Barely even touched you yet and you're already so loud, baby." Momo let Sana's hands go, but Sana knew better than to move them from the headboard. She bucked her hips up into Momo's hand, the sheer force of Momo's fingers plunging in and out of her enough to make her dizzy already.

Momo pulled the top of Sana's dress down further, the fabric ripping more and more with each harsh tug until Sana's breasts spilled out. "What a slut. Barely even wearing a bra." Momo shook her head and leaned down, gently biting and sucking the stiff nipples through the thin lace.

Sana's body was on fire, her moaning only growing louder as Momo pushed a third finger into her. It was taking everything in her to not reach down and claw at Momo's back to release some pressure, but she knew that if she did, Momo would never let her cum.

Momo's fingers were thrusting in and out at a furious pace, her thumb pressing against Sana's clit. "Whose pussy is this, baby? Is it that dumb motherfucker's?"

Momo and Sana both knew the answer to such an oh-so-obvious question, but Momo needed to hear Sana. Needed to hear the whines and moans she let out as she fucked into her sweet girl.

"Only yours, Momo! Your pussy!" Sana's face was a shade brighter as she barely got her words out in between Momo's thrusts. That little coil in the pit of her stomach was getting tighter and tighter and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer.

"That's right, sweetheart. My pussy. Mine to fuck and fill up." The lewd, wet noises of her fingers pumping in and out of Sana combined with Sana's ear-piercing moans were almost enough for Momo to go over the edge herself. But this wasn't about her. It was about making Sana cum over and over again until she learned her lesson.

"Momo! Gonna- so close!" Sana could barely keep her eyes open as the coil in her stomach got tighter and tighter.

"That's it, sweet girl. Cum for me." Momo's voice was much softer as pulled Sana’s excuse for a bra off to lick and suck on her breasts.

The combined sensations were too much and quickly, Momo's fingers were being squeezed to death, Sana's cum flooding out of her and covering her wife's fingers as she screamed her wife's name over and over again. "Momo! Momo! Momo!"

Sana's breathing was labored as she closed her eyes, her body shaking as Momo's fingers gently pumped in and out of her. She felt like she'd just been shot out of a cannon and when she felt Momo's fingers leave her, she thought that was it.

When Sana felt the flat of Momo's tongue against her sensitive clit, her breath caught in her throat, hands flying to tangle into Momo's hair. "F-fuck. Can't. No more."

Momo just shook her head, replacing her mouth with her thumb as she looked up to Sana, her eyes dark with greed and a sweet smile plastered to her face. "This is what you wanted so bad, baby. You're gonna cum for me as many times as I want like the little slut you are."

[brekkie-e]

i’m going to go full ‘charlie kelly conspiracy corkboard’ over mourn watch rook, i swear. i already wondered where “ingellvar” came from – was it safety pinned to their little swaddling clothes or otherwise had some indication that this was their name before being left? or, probably more likely, was it given to them AFTER they were found? and if so, by what method? is ingellvar a standard bastard and/or orphan name in nevarra? or just a common name they thought would fit? or the name of one of the watchers that cared for them? or the name of someone interred in the crypt where they were found, like a posthumous adoption?

and then, of course, there’s the implications of that skeleton. ‘stumbling’ and ‘too late to cry’ implies a tragedy, possibly a wound – was the (now) skeleton injured by whatever left them a caretaker to baby ingellvar, or just extremely shaken by it? (tho the fact that there’s no mention of knowing more about their origins than that they were left there would fit more with this person dying before divulging any information, so my guess is wounded.) someone traveling with ingellvar’s parents(s)??

and – what exactly happened? was it a targeted attack?? was it happenstance????

there’s so many possibilities and they’re all WILD

Oh, same! It's definitely one of the things drawing me in more than anything else roleplay wise at the moment.

I've been wondering about the name as well! Personally, I'm partial to the idea it was assigned by the Mourn Watcher's when they decided to keep them. Not necessarily because there's much from the game to suggest either way, but because it works with the little narrative I've been cooking up. The idea of there being a standard bastard name à la ASOIAF style is kind of fun. With the way Nevarra handles their dead though, I could see there being default "common" names so people who don't have noble bloodlines can be easily buried together. All the Necropolis content that I've seen only discusses old rich families when it comes to specific crypts, and it's made me wonder what happens to the random Nevarran baker who doesn't come from a notable bloodline. Or is that where the supply of janitor skeletons come from?

Total headcanon territory now, but it'd be cool if there were regional common names that determine what part of the Necropolis someone unimportant ends up and Ingellvar is one. Though maybe the whole "what happens to normal folk" is discussed and I've just not seen it yet cause I still am working my way through a first playthrough.

Circling back though, I have so many questions too!! Part of me almost wishes they'd left it completely untouched because more room for headcanons? Where as with the wounded skeleton dialogue it let's you know there definitely IS a story there, you just don't know it. I agree the caretaker sounded injured, and I'm assuming they died before any information was divulged. It does beg so many questions cause what exactly caused them to flee into the depths of the Necropolis for safety?? Theyre not exactly easy to access for those who aren't in the club. I'd assume if a violent altercation of any note happened just a few blocks away and an infant was found with an injured dead person the next day- two and two would have been put together. But it doesnt seem like there's anything your character has been given to go off of.

Personally, I am enjoying playing with headcanons here. One I'm gravitating a bit to is Ward was an elf-blooded bastard that needed to be done away with. Possibly a Pentaghast because why not. The fact that their caretaker died getting them to safety puts a bit of a dent in my plan for her to have died and been posessed by a spirit before being found. I really wanted her to have a bit of "one foot in the beyond and one foot with the living" dynamic.

THOUGH. I will say this regardless of headcanons or canon story. I think there should be way more roleplay-ability due to the fact your character is either a parentless orphan or a victim of abandonment (something they genuinely dont know the answer to.) I found on more than one occasion playing through Taash quests this insane level of "my character is probably attending the first family dinner of her life and is probably insanely envious of Taash for having a mom that wants them and unfortunately would not understand Taash's grievances in this moment." Like the way the game makes it hard to believably play an older experienced character makes it feel like there's missing "let my character be a young person who desperately doesnt understand normal family drama and feels at odds with many of the companion traumas because of it." Origins let's you establish how Mahariel feels about their mom abandoning them. HOW COME ORIGINS CAN DO IT AND NOT VEILGAURD?

[idontfindyouthatinteresting]

So I’d think it’s fair to say that most people going to Red Dragon Con 4 will probably have attended an RDC before, but just in case, or if you had a tough time getting things in place last time around, here’s a tips list, from the basics to extras. 

Autographs! - All Gold/Regular ticket holders get 1 autograph per guest included with their ticket price, Bonus Guests are chargeable to regular ticket holders and Extra Guests are chargeable to everyone. If you would like extra autos beyond what you’re allocated you can buy them at the con (from the desk by sign ins) and you can do this in two forms. Either you can buy a photo, and the cost of the photo includes an autograph, or you can buy a “badger” which means the guest will sign something you’ve brought, like a funko or an artbook. Autos are £10/£15/£20 depending on the guest. Badgers and photos are exactly the same price. Autos are called by ticket type and number, please do not queue unless you’ve been called as you won’t be allowed in the room. The calling is done via notices on the screens in the talks, via a white board in the atrium and via starfury’s con twitter. You’ll be given a card containing your “free” autos, if you lose it you won’t get a replacement and each auto is ticked off as you get it. If you bring something to be signed by a guest, whether or not they are willing to sign it is entirely at their discretion, I would recommend not bringing anything that you think might cause a stir.

Photos! - No photos are included in your ticket price. You buy what you want before/during the con. All guests will do individual shoots and groups selected by Starfury (this typically depends on which guests characters work well together) and then also they’ll do a shoot with all the guests. Photos are typically (Eddie Izzard was an exception) not organised by ticket type or number, but preorders went first as of RDC3. When it gets closer to the con you’ll be able to buy selected photo shoots online, and this is the only way to guarantee you’ll get hold of a photo ticket. Though it’s v. unlikely they’ll turn you away. Photos are £20 (for individual guests, though the “main” guest i.e. Mads, Hugh etc may cost slightly more) and then the groups range up to £130+ for the photo with all the guests (and if you want more than one attendee in the photo it’s £5.00 per extra person.) The photo queues are scary but do go quick. I would recommend not buying all your photos for the Saturday or Sunday, spread it out. There is a (free) bag drop off so they aren’t in your photos, but you do have to carry your preorder email or cards with you when you go round.

Talks! - Talks happen on both Saturday and Sunday from around 12pm to about 5pm. There is a break for lunch (but this is when the fan meets take place, see below) of about half an hour. The seating for the talks is Gold at the front, stewards and then regular ticket holders. All the talks are about an hour long and are made up entirely of questions from the audience, there is a microphone at the front and people queue for a chance to ask a question. (If you’re unable to queue, someone can hold a place for you and when it’s your turn, a microphone will be brought to you.) Talks are filmed and projected onto huge screens. 

Fan Meets! - My knowledge here is limited because I’ve never done one but the essentials are, if you’d like a “meet and greet” scenario whether you’re a gold or regular ticket holder, you can buy a ticket to have a talk with some of the guests. These are held (as above) during the talks break on both Saturday and Sunday, so if you want to do them your schedule becomes pretty hectic. There are select tickets for each talk, you have to sign up at the registration desk. Only certain guests do them, Bryan and Hugh didn’t for RDC3 (for obvious reasons.) Details I’m not too sure on, so please correct me if you’ve been to them: Sessions are 30 mins, tickets are £20 and the groups are of about 10 people.

Meet and Greet! - Gold ticket holders only! This is run immediately after the opening ceremony and golds will be directed to the room as soon as it’s over to be seated. Tables are of 9 (with a chair left for the guest) and you’ll be asked how many are in your group before you enter the room. Guests will then work their way around the room, spending about 5 minutes at each table. With regards to how long it lasts for, that’s anyone's bloody guess. RDC1 we were there until midnight, BTRDC we were out at like 10:30 (lots of gold ticket holders didn’t show to the con) and RDC3, well, 4 in the morning. Basically, it lasts as long as it takes for the guests to get around and as long as you’re willing to wait. Bryan Fuller is of course the worst offender, but regardless of who is attending, prepare yourselves for a wait! (with booze and pizza and probably some sort of activity.)

Stewarding! - I’ll definitely be stewarding this time around! Basically it means you help out with the con a little over the course of the weekend, most people will have a 3(ish) hour slot on the Saturday and the Sunday. Things like being on the door and checking badges or doing the bag drop for photo sessions etc. You won’t miss any autos/photos you buy (you may be able to skip some queueing too if you’re stewarding during the sessions,) you get to sit behind the golds in talks and you get a group photo of the guests as a reward at the end of the weekend. (Check out my one from RDC1) I’ll post when Starfury are asking for sign ups and put the info on my RDC4 page.

Gifts for the Guests! - Keep them small if you can, Bryan and Hugh had gift collections at RDC3 and then we know that Bryan shipped all of his stuff back to the US. This was a later addition to get the queues running faster, so I don’t know what they’ll do for RDC4, but regardless, there is a high chance if you give them bulky stuff they’ll have to leave it.

Self care! - It’s very easy to not eat or drink anything over the weekend, I would recommend bringing a bottle you can fill up with water and snacks. For RDC3 I didn’t have a single square meal (but that was super bad, I’m changing it up to ensure I do actually eat this time around) it’s that easy to forget about. You aren’t going to want to go up to your room constantly either so bringing a bag you can carry everything in for the day is also important

Guest care! - They will be in and around the hotel, getting to and from sessions, getting into cars and sometimes in the bar. Please don’t use this as a chance to swipe a freebie. The weekend is crazy for them and because it’s Hannibal and they’re awesome, they are probably already going above and beyond what they’re paid to do. Unless they’re willing and able (like for example, Vlad turning up at the hotel on one of the evenings) please just let them do what they have to do in peace. You have plenty of opportunities to interact with them and ask your questions over the weekend. 

Misc!

- Lanyards for your con badges are an extra £2.50, please have this (and to make it easier, in change) ready when you sign in on the Friday evening.

- There is a raffle for the con banners and posters (signed by the guests) over the course of the weekend and winners are announced on the Sunday.

- Bring a folder to put your photos/ autos in. (Mine also has my name and telephone number on it just in case.)

- Lots of people are now wearing badges with their URL’s/twitter handles on so everyone knows who is who! Here is mine!

- FLOWER CROWNS! Please wear a flower crown! It’s a wonderful, beautiful thing that makes the whole event look much more like a Fannibal one! 

- You don’t have to stay in the con hotel to come, and sometimes staying elsewhere is cheaper, along bath road there are lots of options. But if you’re staying in the con hotel and still want to keep costs down, it’s cheaper to bunk up! Single occ is £80 a night, double is £90 and triple (with 1 camp bed) is £110.

- There is a cash machine at the con hotel but you are charged to withdraw. But planning what you want and sticking to it (i.e. drawing the cash out pre-con) is the best way to stick to your budget and not go mad. I know exactly what I want photo/auto wise before I walk into the hotel and I do not deviate.

- Some people (particularly international fannibals) do arrive on the Thursday so there’s a little going on that night too if you want to make a longer weekend of it. The con discount for the cheaper rooms doesn’t apply for the Thursday so you will have to pay the normal rate (which is currently £132 for a double room.)

*This is how starfury/the hotel runs things as of the time of writing, I doubt they’ll change the set up too much but if they do, I’ll alter this post as soon as I’m aware. This post is built upon my own experiences of RDC1, BTRDC and RDC3.*

As always if you have any questions about the con let me know and check out my RDC4 page for the most up to date info on what’s going on.