#connor slaughter imagine

[livingproofoftbd]

imagine being connor and seeing that dream tagged you and it's him slaughtering you

[callme-pyrettablaze]

Info

I don't write for Jason Momoa himself. Just his characters

This is not a RP blog.

Guidelines

I write three different kinds of fanworks: headcannons, imagines, and blurbs.

Headcannons: Short, bulleted ideas that can be build into a scene but generally are just a collection of thoughts/ideas on a specific topic or scenario.

Imagines: Drabbles that are generally short but can range in length.

Blurbs: Actual written out works with a solid storyline to follow.

Prompts

Kinks

Masterlist

Characters I Write For:

Miami Man (The Bad Batch)

Connor Slaughter (Wolves 2014)

Arthur Curry/Aquaman (DCEU)

[chtoblin]

Just imagine deviant Connor literally shattering into splinters after Amanda's betrayal. He realized he wasn't out of the control loop all the way, that he could have hurt Markus again, and was shattered. And not just him, but his whole inner world. This whole beautiful garden that had become nothing but an uncomfortable and cold place for him. And Connor picked up one of the shards and ran up to Amanda, then stabbed her while he himself was on the verge of hysterics. And then another, and another, and another. All in all, it would be like the "Even Though I Loved You" meme, lmao.

It turns out that he has succeeded in taking control of himself, and for good, because Amanda, her image, is dead. And Connor was literally going crazy in his broken inner world, while on the outside he just put the gun back in his pocket.

He realized that he had killed the image of the person he trusted. All the few times they had met, but which had seemed the most comfortable to him, flashed before his eyes.

Connor thought he was the one who had cruelly betrayed Amanda when he became a deviant and helped Markus. But it turned out that it had been planned all along.

And so, the peaceful revolution ended in victory. Markus, as leader, goes back and forth and talks to all the androids, asking questions, giving help, making plans for the future for his people. But suddenly he notices Connor, who was away from everyone again, alone. He stood leaning against some crates, his arms around his shoulders, staring into the void in silence. Of course, Markus would need to know what had happened to the past deviant hunter.

Markus: are you okay?

Connor: hm? Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine (casual smile).

But inside, Connor isn't fine. Inside he feels like he's slaughtered himself, not the image of the traitor. It's like he's killed a piece of himself. And his stress has increased, even though he tried to hide it.

Connor: (stress ↑↑↑ 48%)

Markus: Your LED is red.

Markus knew they were both from the same line of androids. And he clearly knew something was still wrong.

Markus: (vigilance ↑↑↑ 21%)

Connor knew that increased stress in deviants caused severe disruption, sometimes even irreparable. But he couldn't help himself. His answer choices, which the program had marked as the best, were mostly lies about how he was feeling.

Connor: it's just so unusual to feel... alive.

Feeling alive while you have a dead body lying around in your inner world.

One lie, a flat-out lie, but could Connor afford to bother Markus with his personal problems when the leader had enough to worry about?

... (Okay, I'm sorry, guys, I'll try not to cause any more cheap drama, lol).

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, November 27

WILLOW: Well, here's where I get off. (They stop walking.) BUFFY: Say 'hey' to Oz for me. WILLOW: Happy hunting. BUFFY: Wish me monsters. Willow makes a 'ick' gesture, spins around, and walks away.

~~Living Conditions~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

BtVS Triple Drabble: Reputations by badly_knitted (Buffy, PG)

Weekly Drabbles #195 — Poetry in Motion by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

On your knees, pet by Akai_Pixy (Xander/Spike, M)

In a Sentimental Mood by watcherless (Giles/Jenny, E)

Right here by Anonymous (Buffy, Tara, T)

with you still by Anonymous (Angel/Angelus, E)

The Blood of Eternity by Liana_Medea (Buffy/Angel, G)

[Chaptered Fiction]

sheep and their slaughter - ch. 1 by kitkat246 (Buffy/Spike, M)

Lucidity - ch. 7 by Soulburnt (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Big Bad...Poodle? - ch. 5 by EnchantedWillow (Buffy/Spike, R)

Perfect Clarity - ch. 11 by Joan963z, Ragini (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Be Back Before Dawn - ch. 19 by Blissymbolics (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Mysterious Destinies - ch. 23 by EnchantedWillow (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Degradation of Duality [Series Part 2] - ch. 64 by Ragini (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

A Nice Surprise - ch. 3 by calikocat (Cordelia, multi-xover, FR15)

What the Drabble? Vol. 2 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Photos / textposts: angel the series as textposts again but... it's just angel and cordelia by xaeyrnofnbe (Angel/Cordelia, worksafe)

Gifset / textposts: XANDER HARRIS + text posts by clarkgriffon (Xander, worksafe)

Collage: Collage #246 by thedecadentraven (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Collage: Collage #247 by thedecadentraven (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Artwork: doodles before sleep by sally-xxx (ATS ensemble, worksafe)

Artwork: homework break spuffy doodle by junbugjo (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Photos: Fuffy as black & white cats by fuffylyn (Buffy/Faith, worksafe)

Photos: faith lehane as black cats! :3 by fuffylyn (Faith, worksafe)

Moodboard: buffy summers by courtillyy (worksafe)

Moodboard: aroace connor (ats) by courtillyy (worksafe)

Moodboard: bi greyace demigirlflux buffy summers by courtillyy (worksafe)

Gifset: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER REWATCH -> Lie To Me (2.07) by creulsummer (Buffy, worksafe)

Gifset: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | 5.12 | 5.15 | 7.06 by whatisyourchildhoodtrauma (Buffy, Spike, worksafe)

Gifset: Fred & Gunn | Angel [1999 - 2004] Requested by Anonymous by sulietsexual (Fred/Gunn, worksafe)

Gifset: iwryfanficmarathon’s 20th anniversary bangel + locations ↳ the mansion by ptieuca (Buffy/Angel, worksafe-ish due to lots of shirtless Angel)

Gifset: iwryfanficmarathon’s 20th anniversary bangel + locations ↳ the bronze by ptieuca (Buffy/Angel, worksafe)

Gifset: BUFFY SUMMERS + up-dos by clarkgriffon (Buffy, worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

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[Recs & In Search Of]

Video and fic recs: A Spattering of Fandom Recs [Spuffy video by Nina When it Rains, Spuffy video by iCraveEdits, Spuffy fic by Veronyxk84, Spuffy and Tillow fic by Desicat, and Fuffy fic by FaithandBuffy] all recced by apachefirecat

ISO: bardicinspired seeks more sexy biting in Spike/Buffy fics. [suggestions in the tags]

Fic recs: Giving Thanks by stuffandnonsense [NC-17] Season 6 Thanksgiving recced by spuffyarchvie

Fic recs: Happy Thanksgiving, y'all! [multiple Spuffy fic recs] by elysiansarchive

[Fandom Discussions]

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BTVS Faith [Thanksgiving headcanon and also Faith taking the bus in ATS 1x19] by juanabaloo

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What If: They didn't exchange [Willow for the box] by nightshade and others

Angel vs Riley's reactions to Spike and Buffy's relationship by jdpm1991

New Jesse Headcannon [involving Catherine Madison] by jredgiant1

What would you say are the most important "bad guy wins" from Buffy or Angel? Something evil but narratively significant by InfiniteMehdiLove

The loss of Spike’s pale skin, eyeliner, and nail polish by authenticriver

Anybody [remember] fake spoilers/rumors from Buffy or Angel? Specifically Buffy Season 5 and Angel Season 2? by Mondo_Gecko1997

I just love the research scenes! by solflower77

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[theultrablog]

Pulp Storytime #89: Dinosaurs at the Alamo! By JC Connors

A vision of two-legged carnivores, their tongues thirstily lolled out, creeping down the stairs to this very room!

[I don’t know if I’m going to fool anyone, the adventure being titled what it is, but I hope I can add some intrigue.] Early March, 1935. Gambler Penny An’Te, farmhand Elliot McCaffrey, and detective JP Diamond were boozing it up at a San Antonio cantina. Grandpappy McCaffrey relied on strangers' kindness after the mysterious torching of his old farm. (So of course, he stuck Penny with the bill). Paps argued that letting a woman pay the tab wasn’t selfish, it was enlightened. The group, minus grandpa, decided to end the evening by sneaking into the Alamo. It was remarkably easy. Why? Thaza O’Rourke had done it first! The cat burglar raised by apes was stealing the Onyx of Oaxaca. Elliot's attempts to apprehend her broke the gem, sending everyone through a portal… And ending up in the same room, but 99 years earlier. Yes, the group was at the Alamo… mere days before the battle! Elliot, a true patriot, volunteered the group to help the Texans. An initial convoy raid revealed something fascinating: three Mexican cannons were lost in the nearby valley. If the players could recover them, it could turn the tide of the fight… into one they might, possibly, survive. And as you’ve probably guessed, the valley was a prehistoric paradise. Everywhere was evidence of dead soldiers, from 1830s patrols to early Spanish settlers from the time of King Charles V. And despite all the quartet’s skills, it was a pitched battle for survival. Thaza was an expert in overland travel. Penny was an ace shot. JP was able to repair all the broken equipment… And perhaps most importantly, Elliot was able to calm and rescue the horse teams. No horses, no way to move the huge cannons, no way to beat Santa Anna. There was a pitched battle against Utahraptors, and a fight (with oars) against a lake monster. But the most perilous was against a giant T-Rex named Duckface! JP, used to mouthing off, lured the creature out of its lair. Being semi-dead, he survived a bite from a creature with teeth the size of bowie knives. Meanwhile, Penny and Elliot snuck into the cave, loaded the cannon… and realized they didn’t have a clear shot! Thaza rolled past the creature, grabbed some vines, and swung in front of the cave entrance. She could feel the creature’s hot breath on her back… Then heard a tremendous explosion! Penny and Elliot were able to launch a cannonball right through the creature’s skull. Duckface became no face. The players took the cannons, attached the horses, and exited the valley… Arriving right next to the Alamo an hour before the battle! Detective Diamond searched the room they arrived in, finding the Onyx… Slowly filling with color. The artifact they needed to get home would only be fully formed after the siege! Even with the cannons, survival wasn’t guaranteed. Elliot gave a rousing speech, telling everyone there that they couldn’t imagine how important this fight would be in the history of Texas. The “Cannon Man” wowed the crowd, even earning the admiration of the wounded Jim Bowie. In actual history, the Battle of the Alamo was a slaughter. But with the cannons, the speech, and Thaza’s traps, it became the narrowest of victories. The Mexican dictator was routed. The players were able to get their hazard pay, grab the Onyx… And arrive back in 1935! A security guard yelled them, asking how they got past the electronic locks. By saving the Alamo, it became a much better-funded place. The players, except for Thaza, found themselves just as drunk as they were before their excursion. After sleeping it off, they returned at noon the next day to look over the exhibitions, and see how they changed history. There was a small section on The Cannon Man, and the two “deadly Texian women”. JP was unmentioned. Then, it was time to sell the historical artifacts they had pocketed. Because of course.

The Alamo:

[goblinwithartsupplies]

I like to think that it was the head of each cabin that told their siblings’ parents.

Just imagine drew having to suck up her feelings of being betrayed. Because that man didn’t know. Didn’t need to know. As much as she hated her sister for being the spy, that was Mr Beauregard’s little girl.

Tiny 13 year old Will Solace needing a ride to various homes across the country. Telling parents that their children died trying to save everyone else. Them calling each other and they slowly realizing that not only had their children be slaughtered but that tiny kid was now in charge of the camp infirmary and the remaining children of Apollo.

Pollux hesitating going home because he put off telling his mother that his twin is gone. Mr D being the one to drive him home and seeing the mother of his only children at the time choke up and sob.

Annabeth needing Percy’s support as she tries to keep her cool. But she can’t because her siblings are dead and that is their parent and it’s her fault that she didn’t save them. Giving back the small library of books that they bought with them to go in empty bedrooms.

Clarisse presenting dog tags and folded up camp shirts to parents who know exactly what that means. Or worse to step parents and grandparents who have already been through this but it stings so much worse because the military has an age limit.

Travis and Connor splitting up to find them all. Travis tracking down parents who need to cancel the vacation they planned for family bonding. Connor using the mist to get into prisons and promise to hold the kid’s things until they’re out. Going to various homes where the unclaimed and minor gods kids preferred because at least they were wanted there. Them meeting May Castellan, getting served spoiled sandwiches and fruit punch and understanding Luke’s deep hatred for Hermes.

Jake Mason walking into a machine shop to tell a woman that not only is her son not coming home but they can’t even get his body for her. He won’t ever come home. Not even in a box.

thinking about all the beads that were left on the streets after the battle of manhattan, for every fallen camper came with multiple beads that fell from their necklaces — who cleaned those up? did they clean them up? when percy looked along the streets what did he think? what did chiron think? who picked up the beads, who identified the bodies? was it little wil solace who now ran the infirmary? was it mr. d? who told the parents?

[definesanity]

DIIANAS: A (NOT SO) VERY BRIEF HISTORY, BY P.A.I. TOMO

I was convinced to do this via bribery. I am weak to seafood, and was taken advantage of.

Hello; I am Philip Agro Isolde Tomo, first child of Thomas Makoto Tomo and Alicia Tomo (maiden name Kruggermann), and am No. VII of The Coven, Title: 'Windborne Soul'. Born April 7th, 2005 AMV.

I am a HoSa; a Homo Sapien, an evolution of sorts of Humanity, us not having Humanity's hatred and fear, this race having exited to this date, ever since we were named 2026 years prior.

Regardless, I must write this as a response to a certain thing that happened... to begin:

The Beginning:

Imagine, if you would, the year 22110982 AD. Another war is being waged, with a small camp in The Ashlands* holding an important figurehead: Jacobian Kuuon Tomo, or Jacob Tomo, an Alchemist.

(*The Ashlands is a huge, vast 'desert' of pure white ash. Ash of what and who? Too much.)

The qar comes to an abrupt end when magic is forever returned unto one Deity in particular: Llizel, the Ancient Deity of Peace.

As an aside: 'Ancient' does not mean age; the planet of Antiqitus, orbiting Earth, had this name given as the name was translated into common languages. It means, if I recall correctly, something to do with strength.

As an additional aside, Ancient Deities have Domains; in basic terms, what they are the Deities of. The most common only have one, such as Llizel; some, like Quinstrial, is the Deity of Slaughter and Salavation. And, of course, the Deity of Prosperity, Ingenuity and Peace, Diffiniwich-Zdravomislyie. Or, better known simply as Pïïp.

I have strayed from the original topic. To return:

Magic varnished, and Jacob Tomo (who, yes, I am related to, Tomo isn't that common of a surname) helped usher in a new age, that relied on technology. Taking on the calander of AMV (After Magic Vanished), Diianas was constructed in the Frozen North, deep in a tundra.

Mountains, including the grand Mt. Guuntr, surround the now highly advanced Major City of Diianas, blocking out most, if not all of, the sun, leading to most Diianish peoples thin and unhealthy looking, even if they are strong.

Such a lack of light also sparked the creation of The Luz. More on that later.

The City Itself & The Tomo Mansion:

The motto of the city is as such:

'Strive not for Hatred,

Strive not for Malice,

Strive not, above all else, for Chaos in our time;

Strive now for Order,

Strive now for Harmony,

Strive now above all else for Peace in our time;

Death unto The Guilty!

Death to The Hateful!

Death to those whom challenge Llizel!'

It certainly makes a sentence.

As one belonging to the Tomo family, I reside inside of the Tomo Mansion; if one was to look at Diianas head on, you would see four cliffs jutting out towards it; the mansion is on the right-side, behind the initial one.

It has a gothic architecture, and was constructed in 3 AMV by Jacob. Since then, the Tomos have stayed here, each head adding something new.

As additional information: The Tomo family has odd genetics, including a long life span and slow ageing; for example, Connor Tomo, despite being 500 years old, appears as a 50 year old man.

As for the City, here are landmarks:

Tao's Bridge: A long bridge, similar in style to one found in the ancient city of Vience, offering a grand sight to Diianas, The River Jessica that flows through it, and The Luz.

The Luz: A giant spire that is in the heart of the city. It creates light for people in the city, a gentle warmth that helps us not be cave dwellers.

The Ark: The giant auditorium holding the meetings of The Coven.

Which leads to the next section:

Groups:

The Coven: The group I am a part of, the 'unofficial official government'. Diianas does not have an official one, with people being trusted to not fall to human hatred. Housing numerous individuals, our discussions are mostly similar to that of a podcast, with many senses of humour coming together. Its founder is Dynol Cyn, a centuries old android.

I believe that is all? I need to get to my date with my wife; ciao!

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 866

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Gif credit goes to - @tonystarkspropertymasterlist (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2021

[tonystarkspropertymasterlist]

Connor Slaughter Masterlist

nah nothing yet but soon

[thiriumhound]

it's because they wanted it to be a ✨racism allegory✨ instead of what it actually had all of the building blocks in place to be lol. the real final boss of dbh is corporate/monetary gluttony but that's too hard to write uwu :/

cyberlife literally sent connor out to slaughter his own people to protect their bottom line lmao like come on. and people lost their jobs by the millions because companies cared more about saving payroll money than ANY human people ever. there's a strong chance cyberlife knew their creations were sapient but continued because what were they gonna do? stop selling and making all that money? come now.

just saying, imagine if one of the endings of dbh was the androids just absolutely dismantling society and taking it over. probably wouldn't go as utopia as i'd like to imagine but just. look (probably why i love post-violent-revolution/evacuation-taken-seriously so much. no Society and corporate greed here!)

but no markus has to say some shit abt electing representatives and overall implying he wants to work within the fucked system... which i mean fair ig. much more realistic esp if u plan on going peaceful. but bro history gon repeat itself and the economy is too fucked to put all your newly recognized people on payroll on top of the humans already begging for jobs. it's not gonna work buddy. being considered 'human' in terms of rights is not gonna save your people any more than it saved their own.

and yes i get that being recognized as people at all is a VERY important step up, im just saying society is collapsing in dbh lol. i aint gonna minimize that being considered people is still a better life than what they've got and very much worth fighting for, i just think with the amount of power they have, as incredibly numerous intelligent ai... there could be other options.

tldr: seriously if they can get past the bitterness, androids could have all these homeless/otherwise destroyed folks on their side so quick if they staged a french revolution lmao. (and arguably it's the better move, though whether to go literal on the elite head-lopping is up for debate)

It's actually such a pity we never got to see a single parallel between humans and androids both being equally disposable in the face of the elites. I bet there are a lot of androids who are treated much better than humans just due to being a property of someone rich. But at the end of the day, no matter whether you are an android, homeless or addict, in the wealthy public eye – you are not a person.

Fuck, not a single homeless person or addict in the game is granted even a single scene that'd actually paint them human. Not just background objects that are not nice to look at or even the enemies deserving of execution. Like what the fuck?

[folksy]

it’s so funny connor’s legal name before getting the implanted memories was connor angel. imagine your last name being your father’s name which was a rebranding of his previous name of angelus, that was gotten because his kid sister saw him return from the grave and thought he must have been an angel, and he then slaughtered her and their parents. also because he was considered attractive and “had the face of an angel”

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

My “Superman” OCs: Or How to Make a Superman Character who isn’t just “Hey, What if Superman was a dick?”

Keith Connors; a.k.a. Subject 010; a.k.a. Shepard:

Subject 010 was created by an alien civilization to be the ultimate weapon. Nearly invincible and all-powerful, with his Superman powerset, he forged the K’tar into an empire that spanned the stars. But Subject 001 eventually began to question his masters, and soon abandoned his mission, hiding on a backwater planet: Earth.

On Earth, which already has a pick of heroes, Subject 010 assumed the identity of Keith Connors, doing his best to blend in to Earth culture and understand his existence. There’s sort of a Blade Runner, “looking for his humanity” type thing going on. Eventually, he settles in rural Ireland and meets people he cares about, even loves, and begins to realize his own humanity.

Eventually, he decides that he wants to help people, and becomes the Superhero, Shepard. But, after being a warrior and a soldier for so long, he doesn’t understand a lot of the play-by-play of how the heroing business works, and ends up accidentally killing some bad guys, just because he’s never been instructed to hold back before. But, he eventually finds his niche in the Superhero community.

But everything changes when the K’tar comes for their lost property, bringing Keith’s “siblings” the nine failed prototypes that came before him. Now Keith must reconcile the monster he once was and the hero he wants to be and lead humanity against the Empire he forged.

-

Ishkur; a.k.a. Jim Marshal; a.k.a. Champion:

Centuries ago, when most men painted on cave walls, there was an age undreamed of.. A race of God-Like beings ruled the Earth, with power and strength unmatched. Unto this: Ishkur, the he who ruled the wind and sun. Ishkur was so powerful and mighty that all the other Gods feared and revered him in equal measure, and with good reason.

Ishkur realized the potential and future of humanity, and wished to nurture them. Others disagreed. A war between these beings broke out, a war that would inspire a thousand myths and legends across the globe. Eventually, Ishkur stood alone, his allies slaughtered, though his enemies were greatly reduced as well. Desperate, Ishkur sacrificed himself to seal the wicked Gods away.

Jump forward to the modern day, Ishkur reincarnates into a modern man, a black kid from Alabama named Jim Marshal, graced with terrible power. But with Ishkur’s reincarnation comes fell warnings. The wicked Gods that Ishkur sealed are breaking free, and will drive humanity back to the stone age, and enslave them.

But all is not lost. The Gods who were once Ishkur’s allies have also reincarnated, and now Jim must take up the mantle of Champion; the Hope of Humanity and unite the other reincarnated Gods against this ancient and terrible threat.

-

Alice Aberon; Project Nova; a.k.a. Lodestar:

Project Nova was originally conceived with the idea of making the ultimate soldier, using ancient alien D.N.A. found frozen in the Antarctic. However, for head scientist Madeline Aberon, it was a ticket to cure her daughter Alice of her terminal genetic disorder. When things became dire, Madeline used the experimental serum on her daughter. Not only did it cure her, but it gave her powers beyond anyone’s imagination.

But as all attempts to recreate that success failed, and Alice’s powers grew daily, the shadowy government organization that was funding the project terminated it, ordering everyone on board killed. Seeing her mother murdered before her eyes made Alice snap, and she murdered the soldiers sent to massacre the orbital base they were staying in, and fled to Earth.

Alice wandered alone for years, powerful beyond measure but divorced from her humanity almost completely. Eventually, she was taken in by an order of Himalayan Monks and Nuns, practitioners of an ancient and nameless martial art, who taught Alice to control her power, and opened her back up to her heart and soul.

Eventually, Alice decided that the world needs a hero like her. She left the monastery and took up the mantle of Lodestar, humanity’s guiding light, and take down the shadowy organization that killed her family, and guide humanity into a brighter and better future.

[queenaeducan]

I think one of my critiques of DA:O is how difficult it is for me to roleplay differing choices in its main quests.

Unlike DA2 which has such an insulated setting that it’s easier to take my Hawke from “moderately pro-Templar” to “annul the Circle” by the end or DA:I where there’s nuance that allows us to take the Templar or mage route without endorsing said side, DA:O will often make an option that is difficult to roleplay without going full moustache twirling villain. Annulling the Broken Circle quest is sort of like letting us blow up Megaton in Fallout 3, there’s no real gameplay reward in it (in fact just the opposite as you lose the only other mage party member) and it takes things to an extreme so quickly that it’s difficult to imagine someone walking into the situation and deciding to take Greagoir’s advice.

The Dalish questline sort of railroads you into realising there’s a chance for reconciliation. I have never managed to avoid it being brought up even as I actively tried to avoid it by playing Wardens who are bad at diplomacy.* Similarly, there are no consequences for grounding a demon that has already decimated Redcliffe’s population to its room for the weeks it takes you to get to the Circle to ask for help, making the decision to do anything other than that feel silly. I did kill Connor in my latest pt and I enjoyed the route it took the characters, but the sacrifice feels cheaper having the meta knowledge that nothing would have gone wrong if we’d stepped away for several weeks before returning.

It’s honestly why I enjoy the Landsmeet and Orzammar questlines so much, it’s easier to go through them with characters who come to different conclusions that the narrative doesn’t seem to be nudging me towards even as I try to avoid it. Although ironically even there I always make Anora queen in some respect.

 And I could easily see why all of the above wouldn’t be a problem for people and might be the reason they prefer DA:O, or they might just not have so hard a time as me. It’s just something that strikes me when I replay the game with the intent of making different choices.

* I will say tho based on the other endings being slaughtering innocent Dalish or werewolves victimised by a curse meant for their ancestors there is no way for the endings to be not-evil, but I do wish it were easier to get said bad end by incompetence.

[tricksters-captain]

The Alienist/Dr Laszlo Kreizler Imagines - Keep your eyes on me

AN: If you are a Daniel Brühl / Zemo fan and you haven’t watched The Alienist yet... Check your priorities. This has been sat in my drafts for about a month so I apologise for not posting it sooner...

Summary: Inspired by the line from Episode 7 of Season 2 ‘So you like to watch?’ - Laszlo walks past your room one night and is intrigued by the ajar door...

Pairing(s): Laszlo Kreizler x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 3,018

Warnings: Spoilers for Season 1 and beginning of season 2, Smut, cliche trope but who doesn’t love it? Masturbation, (Giving) Oral, unprotected sex

You had lived with Dr. Kreizler since the unfortunate death of Mary. 

After working alongside Kreizler, John Moore and Sara Howard; you had grown attached to the older gentleman.

When Mary had died, you had moved in with Laszlo in order to keep an eye on him and protect yourself against Connor. He had taken a special interest in you after you visited Sara at the office and he would often try to visit your apartment. 

It had been the excuse you had used with Laszlo anyway. 

It would be useless to deny your attraction to the man. 

From the first moment you met him you were drawn in. You had heard of him like many others had before and even read his work but you had never actually met the man until then. 

It was his eyes that captivated you at first. Those deep brown eyes that often stormed and clouded with his many thoughts. 

Over time, you began to notice more and more. The curve on his lips, his firm yet delicate hands, every way he moved. 

You were the first to notice the severity of his arm out of you and Sara. You blamed it on the fact you were observant, she blamed it on the fact you were infatuated with the man. 

Laszlo was completely oblivious, of course.

Even living right under his nose, he seemingly couldn’t recognise your affections towards him. 

After Mary, there was a mourning period, Laszlo became cold and distant and cruel. You tried not to take his words or lack thereof to heart and once the case of the slaughtered boy-whores had been finally settled, things seemed to return to normal. After a time, you even considered yourself a good friend of Laszlo’s. 

However, your thoughts surrounding the man weren't exactly platonic...

You collapsed back on your bed as the hot New York air blew in from the window. It was an unusually warm night for spring and there happened to be gossip of a heat wave that may be on its way. 

You were wearing a light, short sleeved nightgown to try and allow some coolness to your skin but the air was electric around you. 

You thought back on your day as you tried to distract yourself from the warmth. You had spent the day helping around the institute for Laszlo.

Due to the unusual heat, Laszlo had rolled up his sleeves slightly when you were both alone in his office discussing one of the children’s most recent violent episodes. 

You hadn’t entirely been focused on the task due to the way Laszlo’s fingers had been tapping against the table as he spoke. They stroked against the detailed mahogany as he studied the child’s file. Your eyes couldn’t leave them and your mind couldn’t help but wander.

You felt your stomach tighten at the mental images surging through your mind. Your fingers slowly reached down and gathered your nightgown from your ankles, bringing the light fabric up to your thighs as your hand headed between them. 

It had turned into a more often occurrence that you longed for Laszlo's touch but could not have it so ultimately resorted to your imagination. 

Laszlo had been still awake when you resided in your room. The recent incident at the institute had his mind in overdrive and he couldn’t seem to settle. The heat wasn’t helping either. 

He unbuttoned his shirt further as he walked along the landing towards his own chambers. Sweat rolled down the back of his neck and dampened his collar. 

He slowed as he approached your door, it was slightly ajar causing a slither of light to cast across the hallway. 

It wasn’t unusual for Laszlo to wish to check in on you. He had grown fond of having you under his roof especially after Cyrus’ departure. You were a beautiful, intelligent young woman who had been through a lot and had remained with Laszlo through his own rough patch. He’d go as far to call you a close friend. 

He leant forward to peer through the small crack only to see you lying back on your bed with your head thrown back against your pillows. Your mouth was agape and your eyes shut tightly as your hand squeezed your own breast and the other had disappeared under your nightgown. 

Laszlo felt himself freeze at the intimate sight. He knew he had found himself intruding on something private, personal and carnal yet he found his eyes incapable of leaving you. 

He had never witnessed a woman pleasure herself before. He knew of it, the natural desire to touch oneself when one was alone but he hadn’t observed it. 

He watched with a furrowed brow as your chest rose and fell with your fast but faltered breaths. You whimpered quietly as you circled your sensitive bud with the memory of Laszlo’s fingers in your mind. 

“Laszlo...” You moaned before bringing your hand from your breast to your mouth to bite down on it. 

Laszlo felt a fire surge under his skin at the sound of his name on your lips. He clenched his jaw as he felt his slacks fall tight against him. His name had never sounded so alluring.

You began to arch your back as you pressed your fingers inside of you; completely unaware of the audience lingering by the door. 

You pumped your fingers in and out of your dripping cunt as you imagined Laszlo fucking you. You imagined him taking you on that desk in his office. How his skin would feel against yours. His lips, his teeth, his tongue in your mouth. 

“Fuck.” You exhaled. 

Laszlo felt his cheeks warm at the crude language. He had never heard you cuss before. His eyes ran down from your face to between your legs, he watched as your legs began to tense, your fingers working yourself to your climax. 

His tongue darted across his lower lip, his mouth was dry and it seemed he had forgotten to breathe for a moment as your cries and whimpers grew louder. 

His name fell from your mouth again. And again. 

He felt the need to shift or move, his hot skin itching but he didn’t in fear you’d hear him and stop before you could finish. 

You pushed yourself further as you felt your climax begin to stir. Your fingers thrusting faster and your vacant hand finding your clit as your walls tightened. 

You cried out Laszlo’s name one final time as you came undone. 

Laszlo exhaled a shaky breath at the sight. His pupils large and lust blown. His cock throbbing against the inner of his leg. 

You straightened out on the bed as you withdrew your hands; you were trying to catch your breath when you caught the shadow moving away from your door. 

You felt your heart stop when you realised it had to have been Kreizler. 

You jumped up from your bed and ran to the door, you gaped down the hallway  to see Laszlo’s door closing just as your eyes found it. 

You stood there contemplating what to do next. 

Shall you leave it and have Laszlo pretend he never saw what he had, or worse, have him bring it up in the most inopportune moment? Or should you knock on his door and confront him? 

Your anxieties didn’t allow you to confront him that night. Instead, you went on with the next day as if you hadn’t noticed he had caught you. You spent the day at the institute once again but you tried to keep your distance from Kreizler though not far enough that he’d notice the change. 

Once the evening drew in, you had conjured up an idea to test Laszlo. 

You left your door ajar again, deliberately this time, and you didn’t change from your chemise to your night gown. Your chemise was shorter, more revealing from where it would usually sit under your corset and should not be shown so you figured it perfect for your ploy. 

Your heart raced at the notion that Laszlo could be lured in once again. Your mind raced with doubts and questions but you tried your best to push it back. 

You let out a shaky breath as you threw back a shot of liquid confidence. You placed yourself on the bed and closed your eyes, trying to conjure up a scenario with Laszlo in your mind like the night before.  

Goosebumps scattered across your skin as your fingers brushed against your yourself. 

Meanwhile, Laszlo had been at the bottom of the staircase, pondering whether or not he should retire for the night. 

He had noticed your slight offish behaviour that day despite you thinking he hadn’t. He figured you must've seen him leaving your doorway the previous night. 

He climbed a few steps to see the same streak of light that had meant your door was open once again. 

His curiosity got the best of him. 

He peered through to see you lying there, just like the night before, only this time you were clad in your silk chemise with your hair tousled around your shoulders. 

Laszlo’s breath caught in his throat. 

Had you done this on purpose?

 You let your eyes flicker open just a little as you pressed your fingers inside yourself. You spotted the figure past the door. You had to stop yourself from smirking. The bait had worked. 

You just let yourself put on a show. You moaned and moved against yourself, opening your legs wider to give Laszlo a better view. 

Laszlo’s eyes darkened at the act. His body went rigid as he felt himself harden. You had been on his mind all day, your actions haunting him, your voice teasing him, he couldn’t look at you without imagining your twisted expression as you climaxed. 

It had made him feel awkward and hot all day as he tried to stop himself thinking of it but here you were again, spread out on the bed as if just for him to see. 

You panted heavily as you brought yourself closer and closer to climax. The excitement of the scheme had brought forth a buzzing adrenaline in you that only hastened your finish. 

Laszlo watched you with unblinking eyes as his name left your lips. 

He returned to his room and immediately began to strip from his clothes. He ripped his neck free from his collar and tried to undo his cuffs. 

He felt his garments were suffocating him. He had felt desire before but this had been a new level for him. This hadn’t been his imagination or thoughts running wild, he had witnessed you twice now pleasuring yourself and he wanted nothing more than for his own hands to be bringing his name from your lips. 

Laszlo froze when he heard the light rap of knuckles against his door. 

He stepped towards it slowly, clutching the doorknob cautiously before opening it. 

“(Y/n)?” He cleared his throat before he spoke at the sight of you standing in your dressing gown at his door. 

“Laszlo.” You nodded in greeting. “May I come in?” You looked past his shoulder into his chambers. 

Laszlo opened the door further, allowing you in. 

“What can I do for you, (Y/n)?” Laszlo folded his hands in front of him as he turned to you. He held his jaw tight as he tried to fight the images flocking his mind from only moments ago. 

You let your eyes drop to his hands and you caught a glimpse of what he was hiding with the gesture. Your stomach clenched at the outline of his cock pressed against his slacks. 

When you remained silent, Laszlo could feel his cheeks burning underneath his well groomed facial hair. 

“Laszlo?” You whispered as you moved towards the man. You looked up at those eyes that had hooked you from day one. 

“Yes?” Laszlo’s voice was weaker, more nervous as he tried to anticipate your next move. 

“Take me.” You pleaded only loud enough for Laszlo to hear in the proximity. 

Laszlo’s lips parted at the request. His eyes blinked a few times before you decided to place your hand on the man’s cheek.

He immediately melted into your touch. 

He tilted his head, his lips pressing against your palm as he closed his eyes. 

You closed the gap between you, kissing him softly at first but once the connection was made, Laszlo brought you closer, kissing you fiercely. 

Your hands immediately wrapped behind the man’s neck, his hands found your waist, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of your dressing gown. 

You rushed to untie your dressing gown, shrugging it from your shoulders to reveal the soft chemise underneath. 

Laszlo broke the kiss to absorb the sight before him. His fingers hooked under the thin straps of your chemise and ran down them teasingly. 

“Are you sure you want this?” Laszlo asked, his voice gruff and low with desire. 

You helped him, pulling the straps from your shoulders and letting the chemise fall to the floor. 

“More than anything.” You whispered back as Laszlo swallowed hard; taking in your naked form. You were even more beautiful than he had expected. 

Laszlo kissed you again, bringing your body close to his with his hand on the small of your back. 

You tried to even the playing field by reaching up to unbutton Laszlo’s shirt. You reached the final button and went to remove the garment when Laszlo caught your wrist. You pulled away, allowing him to fully remove his own shirt. 

You had briefly seen the man shirtless before, you had witnessed his weak arm,  it didn’t phase you. 

You knelt down in front of Laszlo before he could protest and began unbuckling his belt. 

“What are you––” Laszlo stopped when you tugged his slacks and undergarments down, springing his large member free. He gasped, snapping his head up as you brought his tip to your lips. 

Laszlo knew you had been with a man before. He knew of your past. You had been engaged at 17 to a young wealthy English man who had come to New York to visit his aunt and find a wife. You believed yourself in love and he had his way with you several times whilst you were engaged. Just before the wedding, he called off the engagement and fled back to Britain. You had been heartbroken and whilst your family managed to hide the fact you had been ruined by the man, it was still a well known scandal after all these years that he had practically left you at the alter. 

You looked up at the man as you dragged your tongue along the underside of his member. Laszlo was crumbling. He squeezed his eyes closed and clamped his jaw shut to stop the string of breathless cusses in his mother tongue. 

You closed your mouth around him, taking him whole as you hollowed your cheeks and pushed him to the back of your throat. 

Laszlo’s good hand buried itself in your hair and gripped you tightly as you began to bob your head rhythmically. 

“Scheisse.” Laszlo murmured, looking down at you as you knelt before him. 

You allowed your hand to help you as you picked up your pace, Laszlo’s ragged breathes only encouraging you further.  

“(Y/n).” Laszlo bent down and tried to lift you from your knees with one hand. “Please.” His simple command was enough for you to understand what he wanted. 

You slowly went over to the bed, your stomach tight with nerves and desire, as Laszlo removed his remaining clothes. 

Laszlo stood at the end of the bed, staring down at you as if he couldn’t quite believe what was happening. 

You leant forward and took hold of his hand, guiding him down to the bed with you. 

When your lips met his, the intense passion reignited. 

Laszlo parted your legs with his knee as he propped himself up with his good arm. You reached down and took hold of his throbbing member, pumping it a couple more times before helping him line up with your entrance. 

Your eyes locked onto his as he pressed into you slowly, gasping quietly as you adjusted around his length. 

When Laszlo filled you entirely, he paused, grinding his molars together as he savoured the moment. You bucked your hips impatiently, desperate for some fiction before he started to move inside of you. 

You gripped onto his back and shoulders as you rolled your hips with his. He had fit you better than you ever imagined. 

“Look at me.” Laszlo demanded as you closed your eyes. 

You did as you were told.

Your stomach twisted with pleasure as Laszlo picked up his pace. Sweat rolled down his forehead as he thrusted in and out of you and his breath hissed past his teeth as you grip tightened on him. 

“Laszlo... Please...” You begged for that sweet release as he deepened his thrusts. Each jolt hitting your core with painful pleasure. 

As Laszlo’s hips began to falter, you took the opportunity to encourage him to roll over. You climbed on top of him as he stared up at you with almost black eyes and guided him inside of you. 

You rolled your hips against him, bringing forth your own climax as your walls pulsed around his cock. Laszlo thew his head back against his pillows and winced as his own finish grew closer and closer. 

You listened to the German spill from the man’s mouth as his hot seed filled you. You slowed down, sweat slick on your body from the hot night air. 

You fell beside the man and tried your hardest to catch your breath. 

Laszlo surprised you when he turned to plant a gentle kiss on your temple. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you to his chest. 

“You must remain here tonight.” He muttered with his eyes closed. “Every night if you so desire.” 

A small smile danced across your lips. 

“Goodnight Laszlo.” You whispered, kissing him one last time. 

AN: I rushed the end but I hope you like it nevertheless!

[aguyfromtheinternet]

So I’m currently obsessed with The Magnus Archives and my brain just had the 100% original totally unique never been done before idea of trying to figure out which of the 14 fears the characters of the dsmp would “serve” or be an avatar of.

1. Dream - definitely The Web. I mean control and manipulation are literally his thing

2. Techno - oh DEFINITELY The Slaughter. Violence and blood? Very slaughter

3. Sapnap - The Desolation. Why? A R S O N (I guess Niki could also fit in here. And maybe also Eryn)

4. Philza - I guess The Vast? Because wings and flying and shit. Or maybe The End cuz he’s really old and his wife is literally death (maybe Mumza could be the end?)

5. Ranboo - I would say The End because haha enderman GET IT??? But I think The Spiral fits him (also the image/idea of cc!Ranboo being The Distortion is kinda funny and would explain a lot)

6. Tubbo - I would say The Extinction because of the nukes

7. Connor - The Stranger. I will not elaborate

8. Karl - I guess The Spiral kinda makes sense

9. Ghostbur - The Lonely

10. Eret - I would say The Eye cuz of his role as “historian” of the server and his museum. They could probably play the role of “The Archivist”

11. The Egg/Eggpire - The Corruption. I imagine the Eggpire as a “Jane Prentiss situation.“ Or maybe even The Web cuz of the manipulation.

12. Foolish - idk The End I guess?

13. Sam Bucket - either The Stranger or The Spiral (or both)

14. DreamXD and Drista - since i like the “yin yang” symbolism between these two deities, I would say The Eye and The Stranger respectively since those two are the antithesis of each other (I guess Drista could also fit The Spiral?? There’s an overlap between spiral and stranger)

15. Fundy - I guess The Dark because of those sleep-dream-things from a while ago idk???

16. Charlie - I guess The Stranger fits?

The only entities I haven’t mentioned yet are The Flesh and The Hunt. I guess c!Sam can be a victim of The Flesh cuz of the cannibalism thing. For The Hunt… idk maybe Punz or Purpled cuz they’re mercenaries?? (It would be a missed opportunity if I didn’t mention manhunt being a thing that The Hunt manifested as; I mean a bunch of friends hunting each other for funsies? Sounds very MAG 112 to me)

I couldn’t mention every member cuz I couldn’t come up of any entity to associate with them. Perhaps The Slaughter cuz violence and war is just a thing in this server. (Tommy is a special case of “The Angst” and “The Trauma” lol)

Anyway, what do y’all think?

[sinsofbeauty]

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