#connor slaughter imagine

[v-arbellanaris]

that line with loghain in the camp when i was playing my female tabris was like actually horrifying for me because it was my second time playing and i knew what he did in unrest in the alienage so it felt like such an empty statement from him. like he claims to believe that elves and women are equal but i knew that later he is willing to throw them to slavery for the "good of fereldan". utterly haunting line

that's the thing, right - you know that when you play, but your pc doesn't. and, neither does loghain - the stuff with the alienage happens... potentially months later. in that second, he is genuine. he's many things, but he's not a liar, and he's not a man of airs or natural charm.

kal has to square with the fact that the man extended that kindness to her, that noticed her struggling in a crowd of faces, who could have ignored her and didn't -- that man, is the same man that sells the alienage elves into slavery. the duality of it is almost unbearable.

and at the same time... doesn't she understand it, too?

didn't she side with bhelen, to help the dust town dwarves, because she feels their struggle as keenly as her own? didn't she genuinely believe that? but then... when it came down to it... didn't she agree to keep the anvil? knowing where the cost for the golems would come from? knowing bhelen would take advantage of their desperate poverty?

doesn't she know exactly what she signed them up for - when she, herself, almost swayed at the amount of gold vaughn offered? that she didn't take the offer, only by chance? that she could have been swayed?

[livingproofoftbd]

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

[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).

[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.

[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!

[crossdressingdeath]

#has anyone written Catharsis Fic for this because I would LOVE someone getting mad at him#for going 'you don't want to be here or in charge but I WON'T do it so you don't have a choice (again)'#like he seriously just keeps doing what Duncan did#forcing the Warden into a position they might not want#but if they're brutally pragmatic about it - as I think would be REASONABLE#given they've been taken from their life and their family and given a deferred death sentence and forced to be in charge#because it's the only way that death sentence doesn't become LESS deferred#if they do become the person circumstances might reasonably make of them#then he gets MAD about it (tags via @teaandinanity)

You've made me think of a very interesting point which is that... the Warden doesn't want to be there. I've talked about that before, but the thing I haven't gotten into is that Alistair does want to be there. He loves the Wardens! Or rather he thinks he does, he doesn't actually understand the Wardens well enough to love them rather than the idealized version of them he made up in his head. But no matter how much he thinks he loves the Wardens, Alistair chooses to give leadership of what's left of the Ferelden branch to someone who might openly, vocally despise the Wardens. Fortunately for him the Warden is guaranteed to be decent/pragmatic enough to not sabotage the Wardens at the first opportunity, but they could have! In some world states Alistair forces someone who would happily watch the Wardens burn to lead the whole thing and he is very lucky that they're not the sort to put their personal desires ahead of what's best for the cause.

Honestly Alistair's total refusal to even consider the pragmatic options if he feels at all morally icky about it kind of creates a worst of both worlds situation, because while it's still incredibly selfish of him to refuse to lead and then freak out when the person he forced into the position doesn't do what he wants (you could've kept this from happening super easily by fulfilling your responsibilities, my dude) he proves in one stroke that a) he'd be a shit leader and b) he's a shit Warden. You cannot lead or even work in an organization like the Wardens if you freak out whenever you have to get your hands dirty! And while some of the Warden's choices are just awful (there is no benefit to leaving Redcliffe to be slaughtered, for example) a lot of them are just... things need to be done and done quickly. While we the players know that the plot will very politely hold itself in place while we dick around, the characters don't! It's most obvious with Connor and Isolde: we know that the desire demon will cheerfully sit around the castle not bothering anyone while we make our way to the Circle and back, but the characters don't. Both killing Connor outright and sacrificing Isolde to enter the Fade are very reasonable paths to take given the imminent risk of a demon slaughtering everyone if it's not dealt with (honestly it kind of weakens the quest that there's a perfect ending where everyone lives and there's no drawbacks, the writer in me wishes that that wasn't a thing, but whatever I do like happy endings), but Alistair freaks out about it because it made him feel bad. The other companions dislike decisions the Warden makes, but they don't corral them at camp to yell at them for it! And sure! Alistair feels bad, they were his "family" and he helped kill them! The Warden probably doesn't feel great about it either! But that failure to recognize that sometimes you have to do awful things to prevent greater evils and how that's basically the Wardens' whole ethos makes Alistair an awful Warden, and I'd love the chance to actually point that out to him, that he's so totally failed to grasp what the Wardens are that he's an absolutely terrible Warden. ...God, imagine if there was an option during the argument after sparing Loghain for a Warden who expressed displeasure at Alistair forcing them to lead at every opportunity to turn around and say "I'm glad you forced me to lead, because you're so incapable of understanding the concept of necessity that you would've gotten us all killed". Now that would be a fun argument.

A thing I wish DAO went into more: the way Alistair is in some ways incredibly selfish. Like, the way he refuses to take charge of the group is treated as kind of endearing in the text, but the game doesn't really get into what a massive burden he just... drops on the junior Warden present with no warning or discussion. Think about it: the Warden is heavily implied to be very young (possibly younger than Alistair, definitely around the same age), most of them have no real experience in leadership, several of them have no experience in the world outside their small corner, all of them have only been Wardens for a few days. And Alistair dumps leadership of the group on them and refuses to take any of that weight. Does your Warden like leadership? Are they any good at it? Is it exhausting and difficult for them? Alistair doesn't care! He doesn't want to lead, and that means you have to lead, and whether or not you want to lead has no bearing on that. It's not a discussion, there's no suggestion of sharing the responsibility of leadership as the Wardens of the group; Alistair metaphorically throws the responsibility at you and runs.

But if you go for low approval with Alistair it's basically all about calling him childish and immature, even though I think a much more compelling low approval dynamic is the Warden despising Alistair for putting so much on them with no hesitation, but being stuck with him (because they know as well as he does that they need all hands on deck Warden-wise) and stuck with that burden of leadership (because a Warden kind of has to be in charge of the group and even if one didn't no one else in the group would be very good as a leader in this situation, and Alistair has made it very clear that he won't take it). Even at high approval it would be very compelling to have this sense of resentment at how Alistair just assumed they'd take on the burden of leadership and refuses to take any of it for himself. But that aspect gets completely ignored in the story, you don't really get the chance to raise the matter aside from asking why you're in charge despite him being the senior Warden present a couple of times.

It also adds something really spicy to the fallout of sparing Loghain, though, because... Alistair forced the Warden to take on leadership. He made them be the one to make these hard choices. It's never been a discussion, it's never been the Warden's choice whether or not they take on responsibility for these tough decisions, Alistair always just expects them to do it. And now they've made a call he doesn't like, and he abandons the group on the eve of battle because of his wounded feelings? I'd argue that's as much a betrayal as sparing Loghain if not more so, and certainly more of a betrayal of Duncan's memory; Duncan understood that a good Warden must be driven by necessity, not emotion or even morality, and I feel like in the Warden's place he likely would've made the same call. They need Wardens around to kill the Archdemon, as many as they can get, and even one more could make the difference between victory and defeat. The Warden and Alistair may not know the details, but with the most senior Warden present saying they should make Loghain a Warden instead of killing him a logical assumption would be he has a very good reason for saying so and maybe they should listen to him! I would've loved it if during the argument with Alistair after sparing Loghain you could really get into that "You forced the responsibility of making these decisions on me when I never wanted or asked for it, you don't get to throw a tantrum now that I've made one you don't like" aspect of it, but you... don't. And that's a shame, because it takes a lot of depth away from his dynamic with the Warden.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 866

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Year posted - 2021

[tonystarkspropertymasterlist]

Connor Slaughter Masterlist

nah nothing yet but soon

[littlemessyjessi]

“Rough Housing”: Connor Slaughter (Wolves) Imagine: #werewolfwednesday

Connor Slaughter Imagine #WEREWOLFWEDNESDAY Connor Slaughter x Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader

Imagine life with Connor....

Worst. 

morning

person

EVER

Like, good god.

BUT if he did managed to wake up like 30 minutes before you and wake up....oh, you can’t even be slightly ill at him

He’s just soooo OFFENDED 

His delicate feelings will be hurt and he’ll whine forever

Now, that’s few and far between because most of the time....he’s out

Snuggle beast extreme

It’s a serious problem if you need to pee, lol

He will NOT move his big ass

Insatiable hunger

Both for food and you

Also, so playful

Will randomly pick you up and body slam your ass down on the bed

Tackles you for no reason

Constantly play wrestling

He’ll just attack you while you’re sitting on the couch watching t.v. 

Drag your ass down on the ground and won’t stop until you try to fight back

Bottomless pit

Will eat anything and has no problem with it

Most definitely finishes off leftovers with ease

Loves you so much it hurts

Always worries about you

Puts snow chains on your tires at the first frost

Will kill anyone who even DARES to step to you

Most protective BF

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Love, Kenny

[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?

[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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[jayt23]

I just finished the tyranny of King Washington storyline, so I'm gonna write about that (Spoilers ahead, duh)

First off, the world design was really great, a bit haunting even. Imagining a world where there's a ruler mind controlling people into slaughtering all the other people, leading to a map littered with corpses because one side doesn't care and the other is forced to hide, that's scary. Riding through the woods and cities you know, random people hanging on stuff, blood everywhere, is chilling in a good way.

Bringing in these animal powers also forces you to play very differently than you'd normally l, especially since the enemies are everywhere and will attack pretty much on sight. So, if you don't wanna end up cornered on some roof with 20 guards shooting at you, either you sneak through as a wolf, flee as an eagle, or kill every last one of them like the damn boar you are (That one was for you, Dimitri) The whole playthrough was pretty easy and difficult at the same time, seeing that it's very easy and hard to die. You can pretty much take on everything and everyone, or that's the sense you get whilst being on a 20-killstreak, when something just comes at you and kills you just like that.

One thing that I gotta nitpick though, is the ending, which was pretty meh, but I feel like that's the case with a lot of AC games. Also, they were constantly talking about how Connor(calling him Connor cause I'm not gonna try to write his real name) shouldn't drink that tea because it makes people bad or whatever they said, but I couldn't really see that happening? There were times I thought "Oh yeah, that seemed pretty cold" and then I remembered "Oh, that's just Connor", other times I thought maybe they really did try to do something with it, like when they got all the starving citizens food and Connor was like "If that gets us closer to defeating Washington, okay..." Which also brings up that he now seemed opposed to doing it out of kindness when before those were optional missions? But the times you get the feeling that, perhaps Connor really is becoming a worse person, don't really have an impact, because they don't really get acknowledged.

Other times I think they tried to imply Connor's later pursuit of power/the apple, especially with the scene in which he said like "So we're gonna bring him down and put a different leader at his place" and Jefferson looked at him like he was mad while I was just like "Yeah? Duh?". This also reminds me of something else of that scene, Jefferson's "The country must be led by the people", which is a pretty funny quote when you know him in the Musical Hamilton ("The people are leading"- "No, they are rioting. There's a difference")

I don't remember anything else to say, so I'll just go and hope I can get used to not being able to fly anymore.