#but yeah Micah's in position

[miguel-owhora]

need to fuck Micah so hard his tits start bouncing

[themyscirah]

Started a post comparing the Messner-Loebs Flash and WW runs and their successes and failures (imo) in portraying certain themes and their similarities to each other but it started getting long and im a very slow tumblr post writer so that's a meta for another day. I do have what I think are well formed opinions on this and I'm fresh off of reading both runs so you guys are not allowed to let me forget abt writing this all up okay. Okay.

[alienpossession]

The Hotel Chain General Manager: Desert Spring Part 2

Desert Spring Part 1

"Hey ladies, need any help with that?"

"Oh no, we're good,"

"Are you sure? Do you know the hotel got this insane soothing gel that helps really well with sore muscle? I swear by its quality, my pecs cramped after yesterday's insane chest day, the hotel PT applied this gel and the cramp instantly vanished," he said as his pecs twitched, a deliberate move from his end intended to arouse the two girls that giggled upon seeing the pecs twitch

"Well, I guess there's nothing wrong to try, our legs can use some soothing gel after all,"

"No, no, let me apply it to you two. You can just sit back, relax and enjoy the sensation," he said with a smirk as he squeezed the tube to release this huge dollop of black, sparkly cream, "no worries, the color will not affect your skin tone or anything, it's very quick to absorb into your skin," he added quickly as he watched the look of bewilderment in both girls face as they probably surprised to see the shiny pitch black texture of the gel.

He quickly positioned himself in between both girls's sun bed, ready to apply the supposed soothing gel. Once the gel made contact to the girls skin and sat for around several seconds, their amused and curious expression due to the chilling sensation instantly contracted into one filled with terror as they started to feel numb

"W---what the fuck w--was th--th---at? UNGGHHHHHHHH HH---" she shrieked, yet Reiner quickly covered her mouth so she stopped screaming while staring sinisterly at the other girl

"E....rin....I think he dr---drugged us,"

"Welcome to the pack, ladies, we will have a great time after you two fully turned into my slut puppets," Reiner said triumphantly with his misogynistic nature oozes out like the real Reiner would, yet another conversion he managed to pull off for the day and he's far from over

---

"That's a very scalable approach, to be honest. Rather than installing these hidden trap doors and whatnot, just put them in the utilities or the amenities. But you did that in-house?"

"Yeah, will make shit easier if we can just takeover our amenities partner factory and do it right from the source, but this is good enough because we can make the takeover more targeted,"

"Sounds about right. It's a more sure success anyway because the concentration is not going to be diluted if for example I squeezed myself into a small 100ml gel tube or 10ml toothpaste. Imagine how many of us needed to effectively affect an entire industrial vat of soothing gel?"

"Yeah, not to mention the ego,"

---

Colin lodged off two huge lump of black sludge to the sauna heater to infect the entirety of the heater and its resulting steam. He didn't take into account the potency of the steam for a takeover in comparison to a whole sludge taking over an individual, resulting in several slightly numb yet still fully-human vessels not ripe yet for picking.

Aside from that, the two black sludge actually infused altogether when they turned into steam and resulted in the men taken over by the infected steam to be controlled by two non-dominant entities that might cancel out each other's influence over the human brain, enabling the possibility of these human to break-free from their subjugation

Faced with crisis of having bunch of idiots walking around with their mind fucked by half-arsed alien invader that might return to their original human state and ruined everything, Colin then decided to call Micah and George to help him out to fully convert these men.

A simple breeding session in the sauna later, not only these men reached point of no return of being human, the infusion of differing-origin sludges caused them to be stronger than the rest of their pack, and they returned the favor given by the Shredded Bros as they bend those jocks over and started fucking the shit out of their hole inside the steaming-hot, packed-to-the-brim sauna

---

"So out of the whole guests.....per your calculation, how many of them converted from using the amenities?"

"I say.....20-30%, but they are the more aggressive one for takeover as they tend to attack their roommate or just general public more compared to the one we hid in trap doors or room fixtures,"

"Maybe hiding them so secretly caused them to be more cautious?"

"Maybe, but I'm not reaching that kind of conclusion yet"

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"Dude, what the fuck, taking that long is one thing, but the screaming is a bit too much, don't you think? Are you okay? What the fuck happened to you?"

"Uh.....oh.....well, you know---"

"It cannot be that good bro, be fucking for real,"

"Well, what if I show you how good it feels?"

"Bro, ewww fuck no. What's gotten into you, bro? If this is a prank, you better stop this homo BS, it ain't cool, y'know?"

"You really need to stop saying all those words without knowing the implication, bro. You make me aroused beyond belief with your obliviousness," he said as he let the towel around his waist dropped to the floor to reveal a bobbing hard-on that looked ready to breed at its 7.5 inches gorgeous length

"Stop it right there you gay ass motherfucker! I'm telling the others how freaky you are,"

Yet before Diego managed to do so, Jesse already caught up to him and grabbed him from behind. It didn't take long before Jesse somehow overpowered the much bigger Diego and before long, Diego's hole already seeded with the black, viscous invader that took control within minutes over his body. Feeling submissive and apologetic to his senior, it used Diego's body to worship "Jesse", much to "Jesse's" delight. They tussled across the room, exploring each others bodies until the two of them reach their climax and laughed it off with their bated breath as the mess they just did started to sink in to their mind. With yet another mischievous smirk, both men cleaned themselves up and they started texting their other friends to gather in their room for a "quick surprise" courtesy of the roommate-turned-couple

"You think they'll see it coming?"

"Nah, too dumb. Besides, we can definitely play it off a bit for a while before we revealed the whole thing to them. I'm going for Ricky by the way,"

"Then Jerome is mine? Sure thing. Ricky is smaller, so do work on Bill after you take Ricky down,"

"No problem,"

---

The three college girls just giggled when Bill excused himself to enter the elevator

He positioned himself to the back end of the otherwise empty elevator, but he knows pretty well that his objective resided inside of him and it is attainable to achieve. As for the girls, little did they know, danger literally breathed right on top of their neck as they're about to see the world from Bill's perspective even before they arrived on the first floor, if he's in the mood......

[xxmcr05xx]

Mina | Arthur Morgan x f!Reader

Summary: Arthur wants to provide a family.

Warnings/Contains: Smut, overstimulation, no spoilers!, established relationship, canon-divergence, cream pie, breeding, dacryphilia, domestic love <3, size difference, doggystyle, vaginal sex, rough sex, dirty talk, missionary position

WC: 2,041

Originally Posted: 09/07/24 on AO3!

18+ MDNI!!!

Divider by @deltamel

Arthur peered over to his wife, who was lovingly staring at a young family.

The man had always felt such panging guilt for never being able to start a family with his wife while they were young. Arthur felt selfish, stringing along F/N with the gang's activities, never seemingly able to stay in one spot for too long. However, a run-in with the Pinkertons and the betrayal of Micah and Dutch had led to Arthur almost dying if it wasn't for F/N saving him at the brink of death.

A year after that event has led the couple from New Austin to a state West of America. The pair had left their old life of crime to start a new life as a wedded farming couple - with quite the successful farm if you ask Arthur.

Arthur snapped back into reality as he thought about his old life and placed a hand on F/N's shoulder. "C'mon, darlin', let's go," Arthur ushered, turning the couple away from the young family as they exited a market.

The younger woman nodded softly at Arthur's movement, leaving the market alongside him.

Their walk home was quiet, Arthur had a lot on his mind still, he wanted to give a domestic family life for F/N but was unsure if it was too late. F/N noticed Arthur's strange quietness and held his arm with her spare hand/

"Hey, are you doing alright, Arthur? You've been awfully quiet this entire walk."

Arthur looked down at his wife, snapping out of his thoughts to answer her question, "Oh, y-yeah I'm okay, dear. I'll um- I'll explain to ya when we get home," he reassured with a smile. F/N squinted her eyes in suspicion, but let Arthur keep his peace as they were five minutes away from their farm.

When the pair finally arrived at their homestead, F/N dropped her bag on the table and went straight to Arthur who seemed quite worried. "Ok, tell me what's going on. You never usually seem this nervous!" F/N demanded, her voice cracking a little, stressed at Arthur's quiet state. Arthur sighed and ran a hand through his slowly greying hair, he grabbed F/N's own hands and rubbed them.

He admired the size difference between them.

"I just feel so... so guilty," Arthur bit his lip sadly, rubbing his rough thumb over F/N's soft hand, "I'm sorry I got you so involved with Dutch and the gang. I wish I wasn't so selfish 'n that I could have given you a family instead of makin' you go on the run."

Arthur paused for a moment, waiting for F/N to say something but she just let him talk, "And I just... fuck... I really just want to provide the family you need."

He waited again, begging silently in his head for F/N to respond.

F/N looked down at Arthur's hands holding hers and then back up to meet Arthur's gaze. She let out a small giggle and brought his hands towards her lips, kissing it softly. "It's okay, Arthur, y'know I'm not all too bothered about domestic life. What got you all sappy like this?" F/N asked with a small giggle.

The older man's face flushed, suddenly feeling embarrassed about his feelings. "I- I was looking at you look at that young family and I- God I sound stupid," Arthur paused before continuing, "I just thought that you might have wanted that..." Arthur's clear tone started to waver as he mumbled towards the end of his sentence.

The smaller woman giggled a little and kissed his hands again, "Oh Arthur... I already knew that being with you might have meant not being able to have children and that shit, and I'm okay with that," F/N had a little idea pop in her head, "although... it's never too late to start a family. You may be thirty-seven but I am twenty-nine, I don't think that it's too late."

F/N stood on her tippy toes to kiss Arthur's nose, "Whaddya say, wanna make me a momma?" F/N asked, her voice quietening down.

The world around Arthur seemed to have disappeared at F/N's request, he felt blood rush to both his face and his cock at her suggestion. "Oh you wouldn't mind that?" Arthur asked back, his voice softening, moving his hands down from F/N's own to her waist.

"Of course not, I mean, you'd make me a very happy gal."

That's all Arthur wanted.

Make F/N happy.

He then complied to her request, without a verbal answer, Arthur rushed his lips onto F/N's own with a desperate need. The smaller woman let out a muffled moan as Arthur grabbed F/N's ass, picking her up and taking her into their shared bedroom. Arthur kept his larger hands on F/N's ass, groping it with need while he placed her down on the bed gently.

Arthur was the first one to move away from the kiss, a string of saliva connected their mouths together. The man above felt breathless as he stared down at his gorgeous wife, face red and panting hard for air. "Fuckin' hell, F/N, you're such a doll," Arthur leaned down to kiss her again.

He moved his hands down her face to the bottom of her shirt, he tugged it softly before peeling it off her. They moved from the kiss so that Arthur could help undress F/N. Arthur could feel his cock twitch each time he heard F/N whimper.

"You really are the most beautiful thing ever," Arthur whispered, he smiled and kissed F/N's collarbone, rubbing F/N's sides slowly with his hands while he straddled her hips.

"Y'think so?" F/N asked softly, letting out small whines at each of Arthur's touches. He nodded softly, his lips moving down to F/N's collarbone, he then started to bite and suck on her more sensitive spots on her skin, which gifted Arthur with her moans.

His lips peppered soft kisses down from her collarbone to her breasts, he sucked a breath air in before moving his hands to her breasts, groped it softly before taking one nipple into his mouth. F/N moaned at the wet and warm sensation, running her hand through his hair as he continued to suck.

Arthur pulled away for a sec, letting out a small moan before starting to talk, "Fuck... can just imagine these filled with milk," Arthur panted softly, moving his hand towards the wet nipple and playing with it with his thumb and index finger. "Gonna make sure you're stuffed with cum by the end of the night, do y'mind that?"

F/N shook her head eagerly.

The bigger man let out a slight chuckle before pinching the nipple, moving his mouth over the second nipple, sucking on it for a bit. Arthur felt so overwhelmed with lust, he moved from her chest towards her mouth again, holding F/N's face with his left hand, his right one moving down towards her skirt. He seemingly ripped it off just for better access towards her wet cunt.

F/N let out another moan, she felt Arthur's rough fingers start to tease her lower entrance as her upper entrance was invaded by Arthur's thick tongue. The overstimulating feelings got to F/N, she didn't know whether to move away from his mouth or his fingers - her movement just ended up with her grinding against his fingers and his mouth.

Arthur was proud.

F/N let out a few small words that were muffled, which Arthur translated to, 'stop teasing,' so he did just that. Two of his thick fingers then entered into her cunt, the filling sensation was satisfying to F/N as she let out a moan into Arthur's mouth. Sloshing noises were head throughout the room, Arthur started to finger F/N roughly, desperately wanting her to cum so that he could easily fuck her brainlessly.

"That feel fuckin' good?" Arthur asked with a growl as he moved away from the kiss, F/N let out a whine and a nod, looking down at Arthur's thick arm move as he fingered her needily. "Gonna prep you so well, F/N. Gonna cum in you so bad..." Arthur started to huff out loud, leaning down so that he was kneeling in front of her legs.

He could feel his mouth water now, the smell and texture of her pussy overwhelming his senses so much. "Need you badly," Arthur moved his fingers out of F/N's pussy which made her cry out in unfairness, but was then met with Arthur's needy mouth.

"Oh FUCK!" F/N cursed out.

Her hands gripped Arthur's hair instantly, holding on for dear life as Arthur's tongue intruded into her cunt, lapping up her cum like a dog. His tongue plus his now fast moving thumb on F/N's clit was too much for F/N to handle, she could feel her body grind against Arthur's face, which neither were complaining about.

"Fuck.... Oh fuck fuck FUCK! Arthur it's too much," F/N whined out, she could feel tears form in her eyes, "can't deal can't do!" F/N started to slur her words when she felt like she was close to cumming. Arthur's free hand rubbed F/N's waist softly, as to signal to her that it was okay for her to cum.

Finally, the overwhelming feelings got to F/N, letting out a loud moan as she finally came.

Arthur felt alarmed for a sec, but moved his face and thumb away quickly from F/N as she finally came. "Shit, F/N... You're so fucking hot," Arthur smirked softly, rubbing her legs with his hands. "I need to cum in you so bad," Arthur mumbled, "I'm just... I'm just gonna put it in, you're okay with that, right hon?" Arthur asked while pulling out his throbbing red cock.

Brainlessly, F/N nodded slowly, not giving a care in the world what Arthur does to her, tears rolling down her cheek. Arthur wiped away the tears and whispered a thank you to her.

He grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip slowly up and down her wet slit, Arthur let out a small moan before finally burying his thick cock into her cunt right down to his base. The man let out a guttural moan at the grippy and wet sensation that was around his cock. "Shit," Arthur cursed out, "gonna cum so much in this pussy... gonna shoot my babies all in you."

Arthur leaned down and gripped the headboard with one hand, using the other to hold F/N's waist as he started to thrust in and out of F/N's cunt. The position that they were in made Arthur's cock his F/N's g-spot each time.

F/N's moans were spilling out like crazy, her tears were spilling out at an equal rate as she gripped onto the pillows tightly.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Arthur cried out, the feeling of her raw cunt was Heavenly to her, "please... oh shit... fuck I need to cum so bad- I'm gonna cum so much in your pussy."

Arthur leaned down, he moved his hands to her face and held it close to him as he sloppily made out with F/N, fucking into her so hard that he could feel her cumming around his cock.

The sensation of her tongue and spit plus her cunt gripping was the final straw for Arthur, he sped up his thrusts as he finally felt himself cum inside of her. The pair moaned out at the feeling, Arthur stopping his thrusts for a second to get down from his high.

He moved out of her cunt slowly, he looked down and felt himself turned on by the scene of his cum dripping out of cunt.

Arthur sighed and moved to lay besides F/N, who had her eyes closed and panting. "So... So good..." F/N whined out, she rolled to her side and held Arthur, who gladly reciprocated the action.

"I love you F/N," Arthur whispered, kissing her forehead before snoozing off to sleep alongside his wife.

[sommerbueckers]

𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝⁷

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✰ 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨��� 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

✰ 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨...

✰ 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐤

✰ 𝐰𝐜 :: 𝟏.𝟕𝐤

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I COULD PRACTICALLY FEEL the sweat dripping off my body as me and Noella wrote down our answer on our whiteboard. The question was, 'Who is the only president to serve two non-consecutive terms?' I was a mastermind when it came to history and random facts, and after carefully reading everyone else's face, I knew they were toast.

"Okay, who's ready?" Micah asked.

"We are," Noella smiled proudly, crossing her arms and leaning back on the couch.

"Mom?" I called, glancing at her.

"Bring it on," she made 'come here' motions with her fingers and laughed along with my dad.

"Okay, everyone flip your boards. And the answer is..." Micah trailed off as he reached forward to flip the card over and read the answer, "damnit! Grover Cleveland."

Noella stood up and jumped around, throwing her hands in the air. "Let's effing go! Let's effing gooo!" she sang.

"Bro sit down," Micah groaned, covering his face with his hands.

Paige shook her head, setting the board down beside her on the couch. "Right, y'all ain't win yet."

"You're right," I nodded, "but we might as well have the way the scores are lookin'." I stood up slowly and shrugged, beginning to join Noella in whatever dance she had found herself doing now.

My mom and dad laughed from their seats on the couch, Micah looked about ready to die, and Paige held a look that I couldn't quite read. She was comfortably leaning back on the couch, her eyebrows raised as she watched Noella and I dance around in circles.

"How about we make this interesting," she suddenly suggested.

Everyone calmed at her words, urging her to go on.

"You guys are way ahead of everybody else in general points, right?"

"That's right," Noella sassed, earning a laugh from me.

"Okay. So let's make the final game all or nothing," Paige said.

Micah dapped her up, "Best fuckin' idea ever, i'm down."

"Of course you are Mickey, you're losing," our dad laughed quietly, shaking his head.

"No literally, someone is clearly a sore loser," I snorted.

"I'm not a sore loser. I just think that if we're gonna let them keep all their points, then we may as well call it a night. Nobody is gonna catch up to them in one game," he defended.

"What's the game?" Noella asked curiously, obviously debating in her head.

"And you can't pick basketball!" I chimed in.

"I was thinkin' Twister," Paige smirked.

I tensed up at the mention of Twister. It wasn't that I didn't like the game, but the thought of having to twist and bend around Paige with my brother watching us made me slightly uneasy. My body had a mind of its own when I was around Paige, and who knew what the night would bring.

"Ou, hard pass," my dad frowned, "these legs don't work like they used to I tell ya."

"Yeah kids that's too much for me, i'm getting too old for anything that isn't a board game," my mom added soon after. "But you guys should go ahead."

"You sure?" I quirked an eyebrow.

"Positive," the woman sighed and stood up with my father following suit, "just make sure y'all clean up whatever mess you make."

"We gotchu mama c," Noella reassured her, giving her a hug goodnight.

"Goodnight you four, don't stay up too late," my dad pointed at us sternly, narrowing his eyes specifically at Micah and Paige before he and my mom disappeared upstairs.

I glanced at my phone, 12:32. Tossing it onto the couch I nodded my head, "Alright, let's do it."

Micah stood up and headed to the basement to get the game while Paige, Noella, and I moved the furniture around to set it up. Noella, out of breath after hardly helping to lift the coffee table, left to the kitchen to get something to drink, leaving Paige and I alone for the first time that night.

Paige sat back down on the couch with a huff, resting her hands behind her head and staring at me. "You excited to play?" she asked me, the ghost of a smirk on her face.

"To play and kick your ass? Of course," I shrugged simply, avoiding her eyes. I couldn't let her know how flustered I was getting at the idea of me on top of her again...or her on top of me. I sat down opposite of her, fiddling with the loose threads on the couch.

"If you can even focus," she challenged.

"What makes you think I won't be able to?" I challenged right back, but she was nowhere near as bothered as I was. In fact, I doubt she was bothered at all.

I could see Noella standing in the doorway of the kitchen, she was holding onto the frame as she slid up and down it in an oddly seductive way. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips parted.

What a sick fuck.

She stifled her laughter when she reentered the living room, Micah coming in not long after with a dusty Twister box in his arms. He set it down on the floor and roughly pulled the cap off, "Me and Noella, you and Paige," he pointed.

"Why're we switching the teams?" Noella frowned.

"We're not, but i'm not playing Twister with my sister. So we'll each send someone from our team to represent us."

"Oh, he's a smart boy," Noella nodded with an impressed expression.

"We'll go first," Paige offered, quickly raising her brows at me and standing up from her seat not the couch. "Are you spinning for me?"

"Yeah," Micah said. Noella moved to sit next to him, their legs touching from how close they were. Nobody thought anything of it, nobody except for Micah whose head was practically spinning. "Y'all ready?" he asked.

With the nods of our heads, Micah flicked his fingers at the spinner and everyone watched in anticipation as the arrow went in circles around the colors. When it finally stopped, Paige had to put her right hand on a red circle. Then it was Noella's turn to spin, and following that was me putting my left hand on green.

Paige's left foot on green.

My right foot on blue.

Paige's left hand on green.

My right hand on blue.

I was facing the floor, bent over underneath Paige who was no doubt enjoying every second of this. I could see Noella out of the corner of my eye, she was shaking her head and smirking. She was the only one who knew just how painfully awkward this was for me, and I couldn't even blame her when she failed to hold back a laugh.

Micah frowned, "How does this game even work? Like how do you win?"

"Whoever falls first I guess," Noella shrugged in response. "Just take your turn."

Micah rolled his eyes but listened nonetheless. "Paige," he called out, "right foot on yellow."

"Bet," she nodded.

I waited patiently for Paige to take her turn while Micah watched Noella spin. Suddenly, I felt a slight pressure between my legs. I looked down immediately to find Paige right knee being the source, her leg angled at just the right position to reach me. I could hear her laughing from behind me, and when I turned to glare back at her, she pressed her knee in harder.

I bit my lip to stop an involuntary moan from slipping out, letting my head fall low on my shoulders.

"Left hand on green sonnie," Noella stated.

I put my left hand on green, and Paige moved her knee around on me. My foot slipped from the circle it was on, briefly closing around Paige's knee and sending a wave of pleasure through me.

"Oh," I sighed out.

Paige's own stability faltered before she allowed herself to fall on top of me. We went down with a slight Thud! and Noella threw her hands in the air again.

"Paige fell first! We win!" she shouted.

"How?! Sonnie's foot slipped!"

"Doesn't matter, she didn't fall, Paige did."

"I think I like this position," Paige mumbled quietly to me, "i'll have to remember this for later."

She pushed herself off of me and turned me over, helping me up. I glanced at her with slightly wide eyes as we moved to make ourselves comfortable on the couch, taking the spinner from Micah and Noella. We sat beside each other, but I could barely focus on what we were supposed to be doing.

"Stay up tonight," Paige whispered, pretending to scratch the side of her head when she looked at me.

"Left foot on yellow Nola," I said before lowering my voice to a whisper to respond to the blonde beside me, "for what?"

She nudged my thigh with her own, "you know what."

"Maybe I don't," I said, casually resting my arm on one of her shoulders. "and need you to tell me."

Paige turned to me, her eyes falling down to my lips before she looked back up at me. I could feel her breath warm the tip of my nose, and my tongue darted across my lips.

"Right hand on blue," Paige called out, her eyes not leaving mine.

I pressed my thighs together, turning away from her as I took the spinner. She rested her hand on my thigh, lightly tracing shapes on the soft skin. I squirmed a bit, "Right..." pull yourself together Sommer, "right hand on red."

"Spread your legs..."

"Paige, no," I whisper yell, "not right here."

"You're no fun."

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MY HEAD WAS BURIED deep in my pillow as Paige pounded in and out of me. I moaned into the soft cushion, my fingers coming around the bedsheets to grab two full handfuls. I felt her gather my hair into a makeshift ponytail, yanking my head back up. She pressed a kiss to my shoulder, slightly moving aside the strap of my top.

"You're so good at being quiet," she breathed out.

I could feel my release building inside of me, my walls clenching tightly around the strap.

"Paige..." I whined.

Letting go of my hair, she fully pressed her chest against my back, the sides of our faces touching.

"You're gonna...make me...cum," I said between breaths, tilting my head as she started to kiss my neck. She picked up her pace, her grunts filled the room and she slithered her hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. I moaned uncontrollably into her hand, screwing my eyes shut as I felt the pleasure become overwhelming.

Her phone buzzed from my bedside table, she ignored it.

"You wanna cum baby?" she whispered into my ear.

I nodded eagerly, not even caring how pathetic I looked. It was what Paige wanted, and I would always give her what she wanted.

"C'mon then, cum for me."

Her permission was like a key to a locked door, that door being the orgasm I had managed to hold off for the last thirty seconds.

My cum spilled out onto her strap, pouring out of me like water out of a faucet. Sweaty and completely fucked out, I let my head fall back into the pillow. Paige slowly pulled out of me, taking the strap off and setting it down onto the floor. She crawled up next to me and stroked her hand over my matted hair, "So pretty..." she mumbled.

"You can't even see me," I said, my voice muffled.

"I don't have to."

Slowly, I lifted my head to meet her eyes. She was staring at me with the most tender eyes anyone had ever given me. It was in that moment that I couldn't even believe I had questioned her feelings for me, Paige had to have feelings for me. We had sex anytime she came home from school, and it wasn't casual, not to me.

She stood up from the bed and stretched, "We should probably go back down, don't wanna fall asleep up here or nothin'," she suggested.

I nodded in agreement, "I'm gonna freshen up first."

"Yeah, you need it," she snorted, raising her eyebrows.

I grabbed the nearest pillow I could find and launched it over at her, "Fuck you," I laughed.

"I'd let you but you're all fucked out," she pouted mockingly and opened my door, "see you downstairs."

Damn...that's it?

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[heavenlymorals]

Dutch Van Der Linde: An Outdated Progressive

(Warning: This post contains period typical attitudes such as racism and sexism as well as spoilers for RDR2. This retrospective is also pretty damn long too.)

I love Dutch Van Der Linde. Honestly, he is one of my favorite characters ever and just the whole concept of his character and the philosophy of his character as well is something that just sticks with you.

He is charming, intelligent, cultured, charismatic, a right Messiah, and a right bastard all the same time.

But the thing that I believe people most remember about Dutch Van Der Linde is his romantic image. What I mean by this is the things he stood for and the things he wanted to change.

This makes Dutch have a positive image pretty quickly from the very start. In the first scene with him, he's encouraging people, rallying them up, and giving them hope in such an awful situation. He saves Sadie from a terrible fate and asks Hosea to send someone to bury her husband. Arthur and Charles talk fondly of him. He makes it clear in the train robbery that he despises the systems that keep men rich whilst most people starve.

Whether or not Dutch was always cracked, to the characters in the game, he was a great man because of his beliefs and because of his empathy/sympathy.

But what gets me is that a lot of people in this fandom misconstrue Dutch's character into being what we see today as a progressive. I see people saying things like "Bill shouldn't be racist, he's with Dutch's gang" or "why is Micah in the gang" and other similar things as to where people get confused as to why characters with immoral belief systems are respected and active heavy hitters in the gang.

This isn't saying that Dutch isn't progressive because he IS. For his time period, he was VERY progressive.

However, before I get into that, I want to establish some context in terms of the time period that we are talking about.

Theodore Roosevelt was the 26th president of the United States from 1901 to 1909. He once had dinner with African American leader Booker T. Washington. This one singular act of simply eating with one another as a white man and black man was so scandalous that it became an outrage to many politicians that the PRESIDENT, the literal face of America, was having dinner with a black American leader.

Teddy later put out this response: “The only wise and honorable and Christian thing to do is to treat each Black man and each white man strictly on his merits as a man, giving him no more and no less than he shows himself worthy to have."

A lot of people would take this event and try to say that Teddy Roosevelt was a progressive equivalent to our time when that is simply not true. Roosevelt was racist to many groups in his personal writings and he believed in the racial hierarchy, even though he had respect for any self made man.

Was Roosevelt a progressive? Yes. For his time, he was a progressive. He was pro union, anti monopoly, and created many government departments like the FDA. He also believed in the merits of a man. But the thing about historical progressives is that their standard of progression doesn't fit in with our criteria anymore.

Dutch is the same. Is he a progressive? Yeah, of course he is. But is he a true progressive in our standards? No. Not really.

This is why the gang allows racist gang members. That is also why the only repercussion to such racism is if the victim of it is willing to dish something out like Charles slamming Micah on the ground or Javier pulling a knife on Bill. It is also why the gang is pretty traditional and rigid in their gender roles. It's also why queer people (ie. Bill) are casually mocked within the gang too.

Another thing too- Dutch is a romantic. People misconstrue that with being a progressive when that really isn't the case. Romantacism is a philosophy that was a rejection of the realism of the Enlightment. It focused on Idealism. The thing with Romantacism, though, is that it was a super white-washed philosophy. It was made to mould into white cultures and belief systems specifically for white men. Dutch could say all men are equal and he may believe that, but it's clear that he doesn't see equality in the same way that we see equality today.

What I mean by this is that any man is equal but if told otherwise, that man is the one who has to prove them wrong. It's his business and he should be the one to deal with it. That's why other gang members don't back up Charles or Javier if they find themselves in a situation with another gang member who is racist. It's their responsibility to deal with their own beefs. It wouldn't be like today where we all publically shun racism.

Remember when Dutch, Arthur, and Micah come back from Sadie's cabin? Micah says something about not wanting to share a room with Bill and POC, to which Dutch can hear and doesn't say anything and Hosea only says "Get yourself to bed" instead of calling Micah on what he said. Same goes for Arthur too. He may condemn and do something about violent racism, like how when he helps the doctor in Rhodes get his wagon back, but he doesn't really say anything when Micah or Bill say racist things to Charles, Javier, or Lenny. That's their business, so to speak, and they should be the ones handling it.

Also note the poc's characters relationship with Dutch. Javier likes Dutch because of the revolutionary ideals that he believes in. Charles likes Dutch because he treats him fair. Lenny likes Dutch because Dutch is far more progressive than other white men, but he also calls out Dutch's romantic philosophy because it doesn't really include POC or their struggles. Dutch sympathizes with their struggles, but he cannot emphasize, which is the problem with his romantic philosophy. It's a culture that is a house to white people, but POC are only guests in it in terms of its European and American tradition. Yes, Dutch hates what the Europeans did to the natives, but given the context beforehand and the things he says, he hates less the violence and more the upheaval of the lifestyle that he wants, which is one that is connected to nature and earth. I also find it interesting how the only person Dutch kinda defends from racism is Lenny, the same boy who calls him out for reading too much into Miller and not into reality. It could very much be Dutch unconsciously trying to prove Lenny wrong.

And the thing with Dutch is that he isn't squeaky clean when it comes to racism either. He's racist too, but he's racist to groups that we don't see as marginalized anymore and this goes for Hosea as well. The biggest example of this is with Italians, who weren't considered white at the time, same with the Irish.

We have this conversation between him and Hosea:

"Have you ever met an Italian strongman before?"

"Not outside the circus."

I shouldn't have to explain that.

And there is also when Bronte set them up.

"That greasy son of a bitch, he set us up!"

It doesn't sound strange at first but context matters a lot. Though 'greaser' is a slur that we see thrown at Javier for being a Mexican multiple times in the gang, that slur was also used against Italians. So Dutch saying that is him still purposing that slur but in a different way.

Another thing that I noticed is that whenever Dutch wants to speak with someone who isn't white or wasn't deemed white at the time, he would dumb down or slow down his speech first before the person he's speaking to shows that they know English, in which then he talks normally. He doesn't automatically consider that hey, these are people who are intelligent and understand English.

Here are two examples:

This is Dutch to Bronte.

"Why do you take his son?"

"Excuse me?"

"I said why DID you take his son."

He fixes the way he talks as soon as he realizes that Bronte speaks english.

And then to Eagle Flies.

"How do you DO?" (In the game, he slows down his speech and emphasizes the do.)

"Not well, sir."

"I can see that."

This is such a subtle detail but it shows that even subconsciously, Dutch isn't as admirable as we sometimes like to make him out to be in terms of OUR time period and that we shouldn't be surprised when other gang members or Dutch himself do or say things that aren't cool.

And of course, there is the sexism of the gang and that Dutch is shown to be sexist multiple times in the game.

"There are two theories about arguing with women and neither of them work."

"Good Lord, a few more like her and we can take over the whole world." (This was a sarcastic dig at Sadie)

And given the rigidness of the gender roles in camp and that the girls are barely in any missions and are mostly just doing house work, Dutch supports this system because just like how political Romantacism wasn't really for POC, it wasn't really for women either.

He can also be religiously prejudiced as well, though this shows up only once in the game. When you get into Saint Denis, Dutch says this:

"Here we are in this strange land of Papists and rapists."

Papists is another word for Catholic and given how he connects them with rapists, it makes it quite clear that he doesn't like them all that much, which makes sense given that Dutch is some form of Protestant and the general disgust regarding Catholics at the time. There is also the fact that a lot of reasons why Italians, Irish, and Hispanic people dealt with discrimination is because of the Catholic background in many of their cultures.

Again, it's a small detail, but when you look at the time period he says that in, it opens up many doors to many other social issues that were there at the time and how Dutch, despite being better than many, is also still a man of his time and this idea that the gang is this beacon of prosperity and progression is generally overemphasized to something that it is not.

Again, I love Dutch's character and he was a progressive but it isn't surprising to see these negative equalities come out from him and from the gang as an extension. They all have their flaws, even if those flaws are especially jarring at points.

Historical people almost always have historical attitudes, guys. It's just the unfortunate truth.

In any case, this is already way too damn long and I hate proof reading so bye 😃

[moonmeg]

In the hypothetical case that Cat/Eve had fallen in love again and wanted to start a new marriage, would Robyn have supported that, or would he have some trouble accepting it? That he doesn't want a stepfather is literal?

I mean, obviously what's most important to him is his mother's happiness, but that doesn't take away from the fact that generally those who go through that same situation (if one of their parents has died, to be more exact) tend to feel like that parent is being replaced, especially if we're talking about children... so how would Robyn handle it?

Yeah, he'd swallow his feelings about it down. Even though he's never met Caleb, he has a deep bond to him and is less accepting towards the idea of a step parent personally, but he also wants his mother to be happy and would never want to stay in her way. His initial reaction would depend on his age. If she told him she was going to remarry in his toddler age and childhood he'd straight up ask if she doesn't love or miss papa anymore, get the explanation that's not the case and then promise himself to try and give the new partner a chance for his mama's sake. In early teenage years he'd be more insufferable about it towards the new partner/step parent but pull himself together in the end. At 16 and up, he'd force a smile and tell Cat/Eve he's happy if she's happy and the only person to know the truth about his sentiments of remarriage would be Micah. Robyn would basically go Caleb AND Cat/Eve mode by pretending everything is fine, when it's not.

He is, however, aware that it's not in his position and not his choice to make, but his mother's.

[bonefall]

clear sky fucking WHAT, oh my god. how did NO-ONE in the editing process or even the writing process raise an eyebrow, clear sky terrorizes, beats up or brutalizes a woman in EVERY book of this arc, im honestly suprised he even saved thunder's daughter, it'd be more in character for him to just throw her at the dog. anyway, if willow tail gets clear sky killed, i support her, i will clap and cheer and throw a whole party

I cannot stress enough how gruesome her death is, you honestly just have to read it for yourself. I wasn't kidding when I compared it to torture porn.

Red Claw then interrogates her, asking why she did all this and getting her to admit that she was behind the bunny bones plot the entire time. Because she wanted revenge on him for getting her campmates killed.

Clear Sky starts whining that Wind Runner trusted "A ROGUE" over himself, a known liar, until she shuts him up by pointing out he would have done the exact same thing with his own cats. Then we get more Willow Tail agony,

And while all this is happening, there's also excruciating detail on Wind Runner's snapped leg. She's in a ton of pain, Moth Flight is extremely upset seeing her mother in such a state, and in the shuffle... no one notices that Willow Tail has died.

So... yeah. Clear Sky actually directly brutalizes two women in this book, Moth Flight and Willow Tail. His orders get Micah killed and should be extremely traumatic to Acorn Fur, who is forced into a high-pressure position without proper training. He killed his own son and blamed the nearest responsible woman, and taking Moth hostage gets Wind Runner killed.

The only "consequence" he sees is the loss of his son, which he is 100% responsible for. No one else had anything to do with the death of Tiny Branch.

I also have no idea how no one in a team of several writers (this is a post-Story Team book) didn't catch this, before you ask. They also didn't catch that Skystar's first instinct after his death was literally to attack the nearest woman, in the field guide they just released. It's beyond parody.

Anyway bonus: Willow Tail's blinding vs Brokenstar's blinding.

To put into perspective just how gorey Willow Tail's death is. This is the prose they use to describe the suffering of a baby-killer and murderous tyrant. Meanwhile, the woman who was planting bunny bones on the border gets her eyes gouged out.

[amrass]

Happy birthday to Owen O'Driscoll! (My OC version of Colm's brother). Celebrating with an Owen/Micah smut oneshot 💜

(Will be uploaded in my collection Snakes and Boots, eventually.)

Fandom: RDR

Rating: E

Pairings/characters: Colm's Brother/Micah Bell(/Colm O'Driscoll)

Tags/warnings: Modern AU (Skibiborg's Rewind AU), dubcon smut, abusive relationships, drug use, mindfuck, shaving, Micah has a pussy

Summary: After surviving one of Colm's punishments in the basement, Micah is brought up into the kitchen by Owen.

Complete fic after cut. around 2K words.

Cold Water

The door opens at the top of the stairs, letting in the light, blocked by the shadow of a large man stretching down into the basement. Around Micah, the dogs growl and whine, and their chains clatter as they move about. His chain also clatters. Barely. But he's the only one left whining on the concrete ground when Owen – closer now – tells the dogs to be quiet.

"My, my. Colm forgot you down here, didn't he? Poor thing. Drink this."

A metal straw touches Micah's lips. The liquid is nicely cold and tastes citrus-y but chemical. Micah knows it's drugs but he's too thirsty to stop. Owen chuckles warmly. The drugs kick in fast, adding an alertness where there was exhaustion. At least it doesn't seem to be aphrodisiacs this time. Micah doesn't even try to struggle when Owen loosens his collar. 

"Oh, a shock collar? Look at those burns. What a nasty man he is. Kneel before me, boy."

After he does so, Owen lifts him up. It takes Micah too long to register that Owen is only wearing a fluffy purple morning robe, while he himself in only in a loose pair of black boxers, because Colm stripped him down there, forcing him close to the snapping teeth, "Aw, are you gonna piss yourself? I told you this would happen if you stole from us again. Come on, their teeth are barely grazing you! You've survived worse. Trying to run away? Chain won't let you. Let's see if we can make a noose of burns beneath your new collar, yeah?"

Owen shushes Micah's whimpers while he carries him to the kitchen. The light of morning is reflected in shiny, well-cleaned cupboards and countertops, one of which Micah is placed on, crouching with his feet in the sink. Owen turns it on. The water is lukewarm. Blood and concrete dust vanish into the drain, revealing the bites on his ankles. Owen washes them, pausing only to drink from a fancy thermo-cup of coffee, using a rag to do the rest of him, along with a soap that smell of petunias instead of the usual lavender. Owen cleans his face first, bumping the rag on his nose, then soaps him all over, his fingers, even his toes.

The kitchen is his domain, and so even the kitchen towels are fluffy. He uses a pink one to dry Micah, before applying bandages and childish Hello Kitty band aids to the various cuts. He pauses at the boxers, then runs two fingers along the seam, Micah twitches despite the daze. 

"These are ruined," Owen declares, and gets out a pair of scissors. Micah stiffens slightly, and Owen smiles, positioning the scissors so they work themselves from the upper middle of his boxers, the dulled edge of one blade running diagonally down, a cold threat against his cunt. Owen cuts the boxers apart very slowly, sometimes moving the blade just to make Micah pale and twitch, enjoying his reactions. When there is a tear down in the middle, he slowly rips it more apart, fully revealing Micah. Two fast but precise scissor cuts near the legs of the boxers make it easy for Owen to remove and trash them. 

"Oh my. Your hair has grown fuller down there, as I suspected. I'll fix it."

The daze has faded somewhat, but not enough for Micah to feel more than a dull I like being hairy. His likes and dislikes mean nothing to Owen. Owen, who is returning with a bowl of water, a tin of shaving foam, and several shiny new razor blades put on top of a white towel. He gives him another cup of something chemical, but this time it bubbles. 

"Drink this, while I have my fun."

It is a strange feeling to drink a kind of soda – tasting like artificial strawberries – while Owen lathers his groin in shaving foam. Micah makes sure to put the cup down before Owen brings a razor near him, not wanting to choke or accidentally spill some drink and make Owen mad. He's terrifying when mad. But this morning he seems to be in a good mood. He is precise, beginning high, working himself downwards. The hairs are so long they pull more, but Owen changes razorblades frequently, preferring them sharp. Micah bleeds in some places, but Owen just shushes his noises of hurt. The scariest part is when Owen parts his legs, driving the razor so close to his cunt, on the edge of the lips. The danger makes him woozy. Or is it the soda, working through his system? Sometimes Owen's drugs take a while to kick in. 

"Lean back for me. Let's do your pretty little rosebud as well as your prettier flower."

He refills the bowl beforehand, and this time the water is ice cold. Micah shudders. Owen's fingers grow very invasive, cleaning him out inside, too. At least there is no soap. Not that Colm would've care if he got an infection or not; he prefers the rosebud, as Owen called it.

"There we go," Owen says, dabbing a dry towel on him. Afterwards, he inspects Micah like a surgeon. His smile is clinically nice, "Not a hair left on you. My, am I good. Let's see if that drink that I gave you is working yet, hm? One of my little experiments." 

Two of Owen's fingers slide into Micah, deeper than he cared to wash, earlier. 

"Hm. Maybe later. Or...?" He keeps pushing, scissoring his fingers in and out, making little negative hums whenever Micah tries to squirm away. It's mostly just uncomfortable, for a while, until it seems to awaken his stupid body, which produces some slick to make it easier. Owen notices, pulling out, studying his fingers. "We'll have to try a bit more. Now, scootch forward a bit, and spread them, as far as they'll go. Oh. Oh, not too shabby. I suppose some of his nastier activities demands quite a bit of acrobatics from you. One moment ..." 

Owen gets a small wheeling chair, in perfect height with the counter. All those food and drug experiments requires waiting, and Owen's fat ass requires sitting while he waits. Or not only waits; as soon as he is seated, his hands return to Micah, poking and probing and penetrating. 

Micah wonders if the drink is some sort of time bomb, waiting to explode. He supposes he can feel something, other than the oversensitivity, building deep within. An arousal that seems all the more horrifying for being so unknown, rising fast, and then... and then...

"I haven't had breakfast yet, and I grow tired without it."

Micah nearly sobs, thinking Owen will leave him on the edge, but then he sees that big hand beckoning him forward until he leans more back, knees hovering above the counter.

"Come to Uncle."

Maybe Owen's spit was the secret ingredient to the cocktail; because as soon as the man starts eating him out, Micah starts writhing. He has to hold his own thighs open, so he won't snap them shut. Owen isn't helpful, tickling the places where his inner thighs meet his groin, all while licking him like it's a delicacy. It feels mind-numbingly good. Any slick that escapes him is licked up or sucked out of him, and Owen hums as though it actually tastes good. Owen pauses only to dab his chin with a napkin, before going back at it. Micah lets go off his own thighs to reach for Owen, push him further down until he dives into it, but falters in fear. Seeing it, Owen is looking up, kissing him once near the top of his cunt before speaking.

"You may touch my shoulders today. If I'd be wearing a suit, it'd be different."

"Please," Micah breathes, clutching Owen's broad arms like some lovesick girl. When there's no response, he adds, "Please, Uncle," fast, because the shame hasn't left him, not yet.

"Once more. Slower. And my full title this time."

"Please, Uncle Owen," Micah begs, because the drugs are fucking with his mind. 

He gets what he needs: Owen stuffing himself on him, sucking and licking. "Really feeling it, aren't you?" His breath is hot and rapid against Micah. "Answer me."

"Yes, Uncle Owen!" He nearly wails as Owen's face returns to him. "I'm... I'm..."

He whines as he comes. Just like he did down in the basement except there was only darkness down here and here it's only light. Equally terrible in the overwhelm of emotion. Of loss, mostly. Losing himself in the sensitivity, Owen not stopping until he's more than done.

"You're a mess," Owen finishes for him, then leans in and kisses him on the mouth. 

It's a wet kiss, dripping with slick, forcing Micah to taste himself. He has a way of making kissing filthy, just like his brother, but smoother and slower. Pushing his tongue inside, taking and taking, rubbing it up against Micah's like he wants to possess it. When they part, it isn't just spit that connects them, though it's wiped away quickly enough.

"By the way..." Owen leans very close, so much so that Micah can smell the musk on his breath, "I lied about the drugs. It was just an effervescent vitamin C tablet down there, and an ordinary strawberry soda up here. Oh, don't look so shocked, little dove."

"Quit calling him that," Colm's gruff voice cuts through the already shattered mood. 

Micah trembles as all over as he discovers the man is leaning on the doorway to the kitchen, because he isn't sure if he can survive another mindfuck. Even if Colm is simply dressed in a t-shirt and slacks instead of leather and steel-toed boots, the wounds and bruises are too fresh for him to not fear the man. His expression is unreadable.

"I told you to get him something to drink and then leave him down there with the other dogs, Owen. For all your gluttony, I never thought you ate dogs." 

"I enjoy a charming bitch every now and then, or I'd have gotten rid of you."

"I'm not charming," Colm says, heading towards the stove to put on a pot of water. He seems tired, potentially not in a punishment mood like he had been yesterday. After such a scene, there would often be a while until the next one. "Have you gotten him anything to eat?" 

"Hm. A soda? With real sugar, mind you," Owen says, wheeling his chair over to the fridge to get out a large tray of homemade sushi. "Better than plain pasta al dente without salt."

"I'd use salt if I could trust you not to mess with it. Micah," Colm's voice turns into a whip that nearly has Micah falling off the counter. "You want pasta?"

"Y-yes boss," Micah says hoarsely, and realizes he hasn't spoken since he was in the basement. The title comes easily as he spent a lot of time screaming it yesterday.

"Get your ass over here then." Colm waits until Micah is next to him, and dumps some more dried pasta into the pot. Micah expects him to force his hand on the warming metal, because it wouldn't be the first time he'd ended up with stove burns when near Colm. But what follows is the usual inspection of his bandages and bruises, pausing at his shaved parts. "Oh. Wait. Owen, where are my damn boxers? Or his. Whatever."

"They were dirty. You can borrow one of mine if you wish. Or two, and wear one like some kind of strange shirt, as it would look a bit like the," a sigh, "fashion, nowadays." 

Ignoring him, Colm turns Micah's face from side to side. He lowers his voice, "You look braindead. More than usual, too. What did he do this time? Let me guess, drugged you?"

"No," Micah whispers, and for some reason Colm doesn't push the subject. They look over to Owen at the same time, who is holding a pair of chopsticks and consuming a second breakfast of sushi pieces that favor bold colors of pink and green against white. 

They remain standing up as they eat their unsalted, slightly crackling pasta. Owen looks so wholesome in his fluffy purple morning robe, but when he smiles at them, his expression has a distinct deadness to it. He looks like he considers their wariness a pleasant condiment. 

[flowers-of-io]

Destinytober - Ghost

Read on Ao3 with formatting that isn't broken by the mobile tumblr app :)))

Nkechi-32 takes a deep breath, and exhales Light.

The Lost City is brilliant in the sunlight, overgrown buildings letting the brightness in through wide open windows and cracks in the ceilings. The floor is all grass, lush and green, and when she walks it feels like stepping on soft carpet—a little springy, a little uneaven, enticing her to take off the heavy boots and wade through it barefoot. Perhaps she could indulge in a little picnic, when the job's done.

Because of course there's a job. Much like Micah, to have sent her out Ghost-hunting when she'd barely arrived. Nkechi refocuses her optics as Agu flicks through the sensors on her HUD, trying to lock in on their target, but there is so much Light here it's near impossible to track down a single errant signature.

"I think I got something," he informs, and Nkechi sees it too—a speck of yellow on the heat map, some fifteen metres away from them and approaching. She turns the corner just as Agu says, "Wait, the signature doesn't ma—"

"Hi there!"

"Whoa!" Nkechi takes an abrupt step back, barely avoiding bumping head first into something small and violet. She didn't account for how fast the Ghost was moving.

"Oh, sorry!" It draws back as well, and she can see its shell now: Reef-made, delicate metal cut into shapes like flower petals and glazed over. It is strikingly familiar.

"Pulled Pork?" She laughs in disbelief. "Whatcha doin' here?"

"Nkechi!" he chirps, and cartwheels in the air. "We're patrolling! Oh, and by the way, my name's Glint now!"

"I take it this means you've found your Guardian," she says with a smile.

Agu emerges from his hiding spot and gives the other Ghost a good-natured nudge. "Did you find them on some asteroid?"

"Nope!" Glint cartwheels again, then stops and narrows his optic in thought. "Actually, the Dreaming City is technically built on an asteroid, so I guess it counts...? I don't know. Especially now with the curse and everything."

He is still talking when a shadow drops down from the rafters behind him, landing on two legs and then unfurling into a cloaked figure. With her instincts honed over centuries, Nkechi doesn't even flinch.

"You weren't joking about people calling you shredded meat, huh." The Hunter pushes their hood back and extends a hand to her. "You're Glint's friends, I take it?"

"These are Nkechi and Agu!" Glint says before any of them can reply. His voice gains an almost ceremonial tone when he adds, "And this is Crow, my Guardian."

Nkechi doesn't meet her Ghost's eye, but she can feel the look he is giving her. She shakes Crow's hand instead, and lets Glint ramble on.

They actually saw the missing Ghost, he tells her, a few hours ago by the eastern edge of the city. Crow offers to help track it down. He is quite nice, Nkechi thinks; his countenance seems to be in a state of constant battle between the natural Hunter confidence and the sheepishness of young Guardians in conversation with someone much older. They make quick work together, and she has to admit, he's not half bad a scout, even if Glint almost ruins their cover by chattering like a wound-up toy right in front of a flock of Husks.

Later, after escorting the wayward Ghost to Micah, Agu and her sit together on one of the Tower balconies and watch half the sunset, half the buzzing courtyard below.

"You know," he says, "that's not really what I pictured when I said he might find the greatest Guardian of all time."

"What, a prince of the Reef?"

"A Hunter Vanguard."

Nkechi laughs. "With how well filling that position had been going for the past few years, the odds really weren't in his favour."

"You think they're a good match?"

She looks down at the black-and-white Hunter leaning against the kiosk and chatting with a Legionnary. Glint is a tiny splotch of purple in the folds of his cloak, nestled against his cheek.

"Yeah," she says with a smile, and pulls her own Ghost closer. "Almost as good as we are."

[simmerdowndee]

THE FOXBURY FILES EPISODE SIX PART TWO

I’m meeting up with Tee since Micah is studying with his friends. I wanted to catch up with her about life and stuff. 

Tori: I feel like I've barely seen you, now that you have this new man and all. 

Blake: I’m sorry Tee. I’ve been so busy with the degree change and getting in a routine for it. I’m glad we’re hanging out today, I have so much to catch up on with you.  Tori: So, how is it going with that man of yours?  Blake: Wonderful. Micah is so great. He’s so kind, and sweet. He’s attentive and understanding.  Tori: You need to marry him.  Blake: *Laughs*  Well that’s kinda the goal.  Tori: Do you think he wants to get married? Blake: Oh yeah. He can’t wait to have a family. He talks about wanting a lot of kids. I don’t know about all that. I think two is good.  Tori: Wow, you guys have already discussed a lot.  Blake: It feels so right with him.  Blake: I wish I could gush like this with other people in my life…. Tori: I was going to ask, what is going on with that? 

Blake: I haven’t seen D in almost 3 months. I’m very positive she’s moved out of the apartment or at least avoids being there when I am there.  Blake: I don’t understand why she is distancing herself from me. She’s my best friend. 

Tori: Did you ever ask Micah about her? Blake: I actually did, and Micah says he’s not a fan of her. Tori: Really? Blake: Yea. He said he tried to be friendly with her due to us being friends, and she apparently acted cold towards him. Tori: So, either she is upset you guys are dating, or it's something else.  Blake: But is she upset because I'm dating him specifically, or because I am dating period.  Tori: Well, Devon has always been very possessive of you. She acts like she can be your only true friend.  Tori: I wouldn’t be shocked.  Blake: She has been with so many people around campus, and I don’t act like her? Tori: Well, that's Devon for you.  Tori: You just need to sit and talk to her. She needs to be honest about if its you or Micah…

Tori: Speaking of Micah, I see him at a table. 

Huh? Micah said he was studying with his friends today?

Blake: Is he alone? Tori: Uh… no.  Blake: Wait, what? Tori: Blake before-

I look through the window and I see him sitting with some girl I’ve never seen before.

Blake: Who the hell is that?

Tori: It could be a friend, one of the study friends? Blake: Why does it look like they are on a date? Who wears a pretty floral dress to study? Tori: Blake, lets not- Blake: She’s flirting with him.

Tori: How can you tell?

Blake: She just put her hand on top of his. Tori: Okay, don’t -

*Blake rushes in the restaurant” 

Blake: I thought you were studying with your friends today?  Micah: Hey babe, I am. I- Blake: This looks like a date? Random girl: Well, kinda.  Blake: EXCUSE ME? Micah: Woah, hold on. This is not a date? Blake: oh for fucks sake.  Micah: Babe, let's go outside.  Micah pulls me outside the restaurant.  Blake: What is she talking about?  Micah: I honestly have no clue because we - Blake: Are you seeing her?

Micah: Baby, no. I- Blake: Then why would she say you guys are on a date? Micah: I don’t know. We were -  Blake: I knew this was too good to be true.  Micah: Blake, please. Let me explain. 

Blake: You don’t need to. Go back to your date. 

Blake storms off in tears. 

Micah *yelling*: Blake, wait. 

Seeing and hearing that sent me back into a place where I was with my ex when I found out he was cheating on me. I don’t want to hear it. I just want to be alone. I didn't think Micah would do that to me...

[verdemoun]

Oh my god I wanna hear about Sean going to the dentist. All of them going to the dentist and doctor regularly please. Wanna see Arthur Morgan going to the doctor like "Jesus fuck you have the lungs of a man who's been chainsmoking since birth. Did you have some kinda lung disease" "haha whaaat that's crazy 🤯" how does the gang handle the doctors. Is Dutch antivax. Is Micah being as much as a asshole to the nurses as I think he'd be

Sean had to go to the dentist for complications involving a) smoking and b) y'know literally having teeth pulled and not healing correctly and assumed he would be fine with it because unstoppable Sean Macguire. Calmly talking about yeah got a tooth ache and sometimes this hole in my gum starts oozing randomly. Laying back in the chair making jokes about give me some of that good shit doc right up until they tried to put something in his mouth. Proceeded to jump up, punch the dentist at full strength hard in the jaw, throw the nurse over and sprint back to the reception room where several of the gang were waiting with tears in his eyes before going 'lol classic Sean' at himself. Hyperventilated for 20 minutes in the car 'hahahaaa what's wrong with me am I dying'. They found him a dentist who they very much warned about what happened to the last dentist and he absolutely has to be knocked out before they do anything even vaguely near his mouth. They've tried when he was almost out of it and he still started trying to fist fight and threw himself onto the floor before it fully kicked in.

Most of the gang go to the same doctor who is both scared of them and for them. Sees Bessie Matthews has made an appointment and just feels fear what strange old-fashioned creature has she found today! Unmedicated hyperactivity who will not stop making jokes but explode into violence if touched in the wrong place, with what look like cane scars over most of his back and ass? Semi-verbal adult who must come with another adult because he will stare at the fish tank so intently he will miss hearing his name called despite being fully aware and very compliant with picking up and taking his medication on time? Another mysterious oddly polite 40 year old with very obvious gunshot scars over far too much of their body? Adult women who have not heard of condoms and need a triple appointment to even understand the concept of birth control? Every. Single. One. Needing. Every. Single. Vaccine. Desperately wanting to know what cult they escaped to have missed so many. Getting a frantic phone call from the CDC that antibodies for smallpox were found in a blood sample he sent away for testing.

Arthur is so paranoid about his health. He went through feeling his body degrade and fail him and feeling like he was drowning in his own lungs when so much of his identity before then was being the workhorse and the enforcer and strong man. Getting a second chance in a body magically restored to the exact moment before he was infected with TB was as glorious as it was horrifying. Never wanting to feel sick again. Coughing because he swallowed wrong and immediately booking an appointment with his GP because he is terrified of getting sick. Modern medicine is his religion. Will never not use nicotine patches but is making a conscious effort to quit smoking because cigarettes bad for lungs. No longer having the gunshot wound on his shoulder from Colm but getting phantom pains. Plenty of other older injuries he had accumulated over his life he experiences pain from as he keeps aging. Sees a physio twice a week for trying to take care of himself physically.

Dutch is not anti-vax but he is very anti-big pharma despite relying on a colorful candy-like assortment of drugs to maintain balance. Acts like a victim despite never having to actually pay for his own meds and care because the VDLs cover it to make sure he is in a stable, positive environment. Goes on the biggest lectures about pharmaceuticals being a scam and the corrupt power of branding and lack of peer-reviewed studies into the effect of specific medications over time only to be called over by his doctor to discuss a new alternative to one of his current meds and excitedly skipping over 'oh goodie!!'.

Dutch is in the psych ward watching House MD and it becomes part of his identity.

Yes. Micah is a creep and doesn't believe women can be doctors. He is the token anti-vax. Nurse showing him to the exam room and he's like 'slow down lemme see that little canter' biting his lip fuckboy emoji. But he also goes to a dodgiest clinic in his sleezy local area so the fact he isn't actively groping the nurses makes him one of the less offensive people they have to deal with. Most of his visits to the clinic are because he's gotten pepper-sprayed or wrecked by a woman with self defense training yay go women I love women beating up Micah Bell.

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The Body (and Him) - Micah-bear

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content: recovery, heavy dissociation, whumpee treated as object

"Yeah, I know, I just--" Micah sighs. "Forget it. I'll be fine."

It's disheartening to learn that nobody Micah can get a hold of has dealt with something like Demitri. Not unexpected – there's a first time for everything, and Micah is usually the one that deals with those people – but still disheartening.

He puts his phone down and heads upstairs. Demitri, as usual, is lying in the position that Micah left him, barely even blinking.

“I’m going to help you sit up, okay, Demitri?” Micah says.

There’s no response, obviously, but Micah knows Demitri can hear him. He isn’t going to treat Demitri like an object, like everyone else has treated him. He takes most of Demitri's weight as Demitri sits himself up, then steps back and bites his thumbnail.

Demitri is a person. Even if he doesn’t think he does, he has thoughts and opinions and wants. Micah just has to… figure them out, somehow.

“Are you cold?” Micah asks. “Your clothes are pretty thin, the body must be cold.”

While the body doesn’t feel things like that, Demitri appreciates that Micah asks anyway. He’s just… nice. Master didn’t ever yell or even speak sharply, but the way Micah speaks gives Demitri one of those secret good feelings that the body doesn't get to have. It’s all fuzzy and warm, like the body is full of fluff.

“I’m going to wrap you up in some blankets,” Micah says.

An exhale escapes Demitri’s mouth as Micah lifts him up, and it’s a small reaction, but it’s a reaction. Micah smiles and tucks a few blankets around Demitri, then lays him back down.

“Is that good?” Micah asks.

Good? This is the most comfortable the body has ever been. On a bed, in blankets, with someone big and warm and safe nearby. It feels familiar, somehow, even though Demitri is sure nothing like this happened when he was with Master. The body shifts, just a little. Micah can only feel delight as he sees Demitri relax.

Demitri is someone who likes blankets.

It’s all in the tiny subtle things. It will have to be, at least until Demitri can move or speak independently.

"Okay, sweetheart, I hope you're comfortable," Micah smiles. "Is there anything else that would make you feel good?"

It doesn't matter if Demitri can answer or not, it matters that Micah speaks to him as if he can. Demitri tries focusing, but loses the thought to do so almost as soon as he has it.

Micah tries to think. He has his hands on the paperwork for once, barebones as it is, and it lists Demitri as having been diagnosed with autism before he went through training. Maybe it's sensory-seeking, to like the blankets, and Micah is almost certain Demitri hasn't had comforts like this before. He just has to make sure that the sensations don't become overwhelming – with all of the scars on Demitri's thin frame, he's clearly had enough of that.

"You seem to like soft things," Micah says. "How about I get you something to hold, darling? I have an old teddy bear."

Micah is just testing every pet name he can, to see how Demitri reacts. Maybe he'll try some Yiddish terms, or go looking for other languages, if none of the English ones have an impact.

Demitri doesn't think he's ever seen a 'teddy bear', and he finds himself waiting as Micah leaves the room. Waiting for what exactly, he's not sure. He doesn't know the function of a teddy bear.

It doesn't take long for Micah to return. "Can you look over here, please?"

The body's eyes flicker over to the item in Micah's hands. An oddly shaped thing, but small and sweet-looking.

"Thank you for looking over, baby," Micah says, holding out the bear for him. "Can you take it and tuck it under your arm, please?"

There’s another word that’s supposed to come after baby, but Demitri doesn’t know what it is. It's in the other language, the one that only he seems to know. He wonders for a moment why Micah doesn’t have blue eyes, as if he's supposed to. Demitri clumsily reaches out and his fingers slip around the bear, each one taking a separate effort to move. But he's been told to, so he does.

He does? No, the body does.

The body pulls the bear against its chest, and the body tells him that even though the fur is a little old and matted, it's soft. Is everything in Micah's house soft, like Micah is?

Micah notes how Demitri's eyes fix on the bear, the first time that Demitri has looked at something of his own volition. Demitri is someone who likes being called baby, and someone who likes soft toys.

There's an urge to squeeze the bear that doesn't communicate from Demitri to the body. The body just tucks it under its arm as ordered, and goes back to being still.

"It's one of mine," Micah says. "From when I was a kid. Which was a hundred years ago, haha."

He doesn't think Demitri will get the joke, but does that matter?

The body stares down at the bear. Does the body like it? Demitri figures it must, which is strange. The body isn't meant to feel anything at all. Maybe that's because the things that Master tried to make it feel were bad things, and Micah is only trying to make it feel good things. Demitri isn't sure. He's never felt pain, or at least he thinks he hasn't, so he doesn't really know if it's bad.

The other things in this room, the things like him, they aren't so comfortable. The vase is only on a shelf, the paintings trapped to the wall. What makes him different?

It's too much to think about. The thought falls away and he simply settles.

"How about we get you out of this room?" Micah suggests. He doubts that Demitri can walk if he can barely hold cutlery. "I'll carry you down to the living room and sit you on the sofa while I clean up. Wait, actually--!"

Micah leaves the room for a moment, then returns with some kind of chair that rolls over the carpet.

"There, that's a little more dignified," Micah smiles. "I shouldn't carry you everywhere."

Demitri lets out another little exhale when Micah picks him up again, and Micah does his best to put Demitri in a comfortable position on the wheelchair, despite how limp he is. Micah is already thinking about double-checking and cleaning the house so that he knows for sure that the wheelchair can fit everywhere, and so that Demitri doesn't run into or break anything when he starts walking again, though Micah isn't sure it's a good idea for now, just in case he gets hurt, and--

Micah is getting overexcited again.

He props Demitri up on the sofa, and ruffles his hair. Demitri's eyes follow him as he moves. Micah grins.

"I really like cleaning," Micah says, starting to wander around the room, organising things. "A lot of people don't, but I find it relaxing. Maybe you could help me out some time, baby."

Demitri wonders what Micah means by that. It isn't as though art can be very useful in cleaning, is it? But Micah is a person, and people are a lot smarter than things, so maybe he thought of something that Demitri could never.

He watches Micah. Demitri is still unsure if this is one of those fake things that the body sees when it falls asleep, because the body is on a sofa. A bed, and now a sofa. Micah is still talking, and Demitri is finding it hard to actually understand him, because a lot has happened and he can only really think in the other language right now. But Micah's voice is nice. Soft and nice.

The body's fingers twitch against the bear. Demitri mentally dubs it Micah. It's soft and warm and nice just like human Micah, so it fits. Bear-Micah. Micah-bear. Bamse.

Do you like him? I thought he'd help you sleep, baby brother.

When Demitri falls asleep on the sofa, covered in blankets and holding onto the bear, Micah just stops to stroke his hair for a moment, then lets him be.

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you’ve interested me in vanderlawny again please go on sir

I forgot of this, honestly.

Thinking of them though and if I never see Trelawny as Dutch's sugar daddy I might just die/sil. Can't see them as anything else!! Talk of them however, Josiah's definitely a romantic type. So.. They'd probably click off pretty okay.

Dutch is a hopeless romantic. Like. Grossly romantic. You wince when he acts affectionate, but his partner's more than likely flattered and showered in love. So. He's doing something right for once, I guess. Josiah and him would be that couple, if out in the open( which I highly doubt and will get to in a moment), that'd you get second-hand embarrassment from.

They're so lovey-dovey that it will make you envious. Your day will be ruined if you see them. And that could be positive or negative, or both.

Now, I personally think they'd keep their relationship secretive. I mean, it was the 1880s for crying out loud. I doubt they could be open even if they had wanted to be. And yes, plastering that internalized homophobia onto Dutch. He screams it and I take no criticism.. And I get the feeling Josiah wouldn't really care? If his partner's uncomfortable with others knowing than he's more than happy to accommodate. He too canonically lives two lives so he could do that with ease.

I don't know. I like to explore their relationship. Josiah would seem direct, doesn't really sugarcoat. And have you heard him in that cut scene of Micah and him? How he talks?? He'd definitely fluster Dutch with that. Cannot imagine what he sounds when flirting. In my wildest dreams, he showers Dutch and is a disgusting flirty cunt. It's always the well adjusted fuckers in a suit & tie too!! And c'mon now, it's Dutch, of course he loves the affection. So yeah, they'd mostly work pretty well.

I'd get into the angsty aspect of it but I'm not really down for the depressing side of that right now. So, maybe another time.

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[1ns3ct3y3]

What is the story about? And The role of the characters?

I’m putting a cut here because i yapped a LOT and I’m too AAAAA to look at it again because I’m self conscious about it lmao (you can tell i don’t write much)

(This is very much a rough draft of it) but basically it’s about how one of the main characters, Sebastian, is trying to distance himself from the organization he works for because he’s trying to get away from it/ tear it down in a way. But because the organization has files on every person they’ve interviewed, had an employee of, or just person in the general area - they kinda of have an idea of what Sebastian is doing, therefore making them attempt to track him down and either kill him or just . Something?? I’m not entirely sure yet

But since the organization is kind of unknown to most of the area their in (not that the city they’re in is secluded, but more so the organization itself is pretty much hidden in plain sight if you aren’t looking for it), its one of Sebastian’s roles/ jobs to make sure that his full identity/ occupation is unknown, in case he comes across someone who works there aswell

So, while he is out he meets Micah, who’s pretty much just an ordinary guy at the start, going to his small apartment downtown from the main parts of the city/town after picking up his medication. The bus is empty except for him and Sebastian - Micah’s very cautious at first, kind of finding Seb weird for sitting next to him even though they were the only two there.

Sebastian only explains what he’s doing almost a week after they started talking to one another and Micah hesitantly agrees to help him (which makes their relationship kind of a slow burn almost romance? Kind of??)

They then stumble upon Sebastian’s former coworker, Jonah, who was visiting the town/ city since he doesn’t live anywhere near there anymore after quitting his position at the organization (he was the one who went through files and kept them in order, which is what piqued his interest for having his own library in a different town in a different country (the library is also his home so his whole occupation currently is a librarian))

The two speak to Jonah, who says he will attempt to help them. So he goes to the organization, and the people there talk to him, however they do not record the conversation/ interview due to Jonah’s request.

And he comes back a while later with information and then that’s the spot I’ve ended at because that’s as far as I’ve gotten :D but i wanna add some horror/ freaky elements to it yknow bc i know it’s not the best but i don’t write / make fully fleshed out stories often ;>;

So yeah, that basically explains the storyline in a way, and there’s going to be many other characters that make their way into the story !!:>

And fun fact the place Jonah currently lives in is connected to a different story with other characters in a world i made with one of my friends

I plan to do voice claims for the three characters sometime too!!! But that’s a small project for later shgdjshs

I apologize for yapping so much i know it’s probably a bit scattered 🥲

But if you have any more questions I’ll be happy to answer to the best of my ability!!!

[withered--s0uls]

https://youtu.be/tucb78DNmTI?si=8eIaAbtRcS1oHWFH Here's that cover I mentioned, so I can beam upon you the Vision of Capochin Penelope /j /j but giving him the waiting leitmotif makes me explode.

Luck Runs Out would fit Vib very well I feel! Capo is already mega devout after all.

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Honestly Capo absolutely would go to any lengths in order to stay loyal 😭 heck, this man still cared about Hector after the Godpoke did make him realized how much Inspekta hurt him (wheter Spek meant to or not doesn't really matter at that moment, they probably work that out post game).

So yeah I can see him trying to do something like Penelope did. Especially considering the detail of the bow in question being a type of bow that's really hard to string unless you know how to -- being rather different from average bows. Which I feel is a very thought out way of buying time.

Yeee, for the Luck Runs Out idea I'm still thinking. Overall for the Apocalypse edition of the AU.

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The basic idea is that the end of the game didn't end the way it did, instead Inspekta did do his thing and cause the apocalypse.

I'm debating if in this timeline the Godpoke would have managed to get through to Capochin or not. If not then he would stay on Inspektas side, alongside whatever BizzyBoys and other Grove Civilians would be on his side for one reason or another.

Meanwhile my Oc Micah, who was essentially adopted by Inspekta way before things started getting this way (meaning Capo & other Bizzyboys also raised them!), would end up in the position of having to now fill in the role of the leader for the ones who don't approve of things (amongst this side would be Patty too). Probably would team up with the in-game rebellion team (Lulu & co) to try and take down his father from his divine throne.

Things wouldn't go great, and the whole situation is stressful and traumatizing for this boyo. So he would eventually start spiraling too. If I have Capo stay with Spekta, then Vib would take the spot as another leftover OG member who would possibly see the signs.

In this version Lulu would also take a mentorship role towards Micah, because whilst he did learn leadership skills from his parental figures they wouldn't be enough for the situation at hand. (Which fun fact, him being good with team leadership actually in the regular canon-complaint timeline also plays a role Post-Canon. Because of people expecting Micah to take his fathers old spot amongst the gods, whilst he really doesn't want to after what happened leading up Inspekta stepping down)

However, if I decide to have Capo not side with Inspekta, maybe instead hoping that the rebellion can somehow get through to Hector, then I think Capochin being the one to see those signs and red flags would be interesting. Especially because he would be far more familiar with them than Vibiano and co, as he was the one who would talk to Inspekta directly. Him & Lulu would BOTH mentor Micah to some extent, but them having two different relationships with him [stranger vs essentially second dad], that would be an interesting thing to explore. Also something something about Capo going from second in command to Hector/Inspekta to second in command to the boy he helped Inspekta raise... (then again, Vibiano becoming the new second in command because he's the only OG-Founded BizzyBoys member left on their side, so Micah trusts he knows best how to deal with things. Hm... )

Regardless of which route I go, Micah wouldn't want to have to kill Inspekta. That's still his adoptive father who used to care and be so different.

I think Lulu would see it as necessary at that point, whilst Vib/Capo (depends on who I go with) wouldn't want to go that route. They still care for Hector and would prefer a peaceful solution if possible.

But that's all stuff I can and will decide further down the road, if I actually make this AU of my AU ahaha.