#epiloge

[calmao666]

We meet at the appointed place

[raydrawsdaly]

A comic about the Warp Drive Five as original generation trekkies. Thank you to my friend Rod R. Driver for letting me pour our love of trek history into a love letter to Star Trek and its fans!

Inspired by Rod's original watercolor piece of the Warp Core Four...

Referenced in the comic, The Epilog to Orion by Gerry Downes was the first K/S published, though K/S zines had been made underground for much longer. You can read Gerry Downes' other trek fan works online.

[mostwantedpotato404]

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[evilminji]

I Am? Still? Thinking?? Of My Hive Mind Crechelings Au? (Prev <-)

The Creepy Crechelings? My Fuuuuckin POSSESSED Lil Babies (absolutely affectionate and full of love)?

I CAN'T STOP, man. It's the SOFTEST and WARMEST Epilog? Just... fuck, I wanna cry. It's SO FULL OF LIGHT? So content and happy and "then... our Hero gets to REST. No more struggle. No more pain. Just golden sweetness and simple days."???

The Tragedy Of Darth Vader WAS, ultimately, utterly and completely, because Anakin Skywalker was a GOOD MAN.

Because the Dark took something GOOD and twisted it. Made it MONSTROUS. Killing his soul with ten thousand cuts of doubt and fear. Anger, arrogance, and unwarranted pride. He had COMPASSION. So much love in him he could barely stand to BREATHE.

The world BURNED for how great his Empathy, made the weight of all the universe's suffering, upon his shoulders.

He was GOOD. Could STILL be good. And? The Force DOES work in mysterious ways. It just needs... an in. Someone, ANYONE, to ask the right question. At ANY point. Because it CAN NOT push upon them the answers. Fix for them all life's woes. The Force is not a God... it simple IS. And though it wishes to help, loves them dearly, it can only OFFER what is ASKED for.

And, yes, there are loopholes. Visions and gifts it might give. Technicalities it might work off of. That gut feeling? Well... your INSTINCTS want you to survive. Surely THEY are asking? Are they not? "How do we survive?" They ask. Endlessly. So the Force may answer.

And SURELY, The Force knows, the you of 20 seconds from now, would ASK them to warn you not to eat that fruit. It is poison. That is definitely in line with what you would ask! It can see it. Because Time is simultaneous to the Force. Why, it can even use this to justify, too itself, the Visions! SOMEONE is asking! It can even tell you whom! And when!

It WON'T.

But it COULD.

Yet! Let us focus! Anikin Skywalker!

Do YOU remember how he was born? Oh, sure, we are all PASSINGLY familiar. Born to Shmi Skywalker. "No Father". Etc etc? BUT!!! Details MATTER! And in science? In HEALTH? "Spontaneous Baby" is NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

How. What, SPECIFICALLY, made UP the spontaneous baby? From WHERE? Was it air? Energy? A clone? A hypothetical child of Shmi and some long dead individual she could not possibly have met?

These are important questions! Specifically, important to understand WHAT ANIKIN'S SPECIES IS. Cause "humanoid" is NOT a species! A race! Stewjoni and Naboolians are subtly different! Yes, both human variants. But that's the THING, isn't it?

They. Are. VARIANTS.

As in DIFFERENT. Divergent from one another. Perhaps not A LOT, but enough that their unique medical needs might be significant! Different environmental strains, different diets, different evolutionary paths for thousands of years. In SOME cases? They might no longer be COMPATIBLE anymore! Or barely! A tiger and a cat are both feline, but you'd be blind to mistake them as the same thing.

Then we have Anikin.

Who is haaaaalf??? What exactly?

Well, "The Force" according to research. By means of Sith meddling. But! And for the purpose of this ramble??

He is birth was "a work of the midi-chlorians".

.......let that sink in for a second. The Force channeling, HIVE MINDED, symbiotic micro organisms inside Shmi? Were instructed or guided to? Just take energy? Food and DNA. And... 3D print a baby into existence. They did, obviously, it was easy. But CONSIDER WHAT THAT MEANS.

It MEANS?

Anikin is HALF MIDI-CHLORIAN.

(At least in this AU.)

It's WHY he is so, SO fuckin desperate to connect. So ungodly powerful. So destabilized by not having "attachments". His brain is structured by organisms and half IS, of a sort, the sort of organism that REQUIRES an interconnected system. To offload the massive amount of sensory input the Force gives him. To regulate Big Emotions. To form councils and crunch through problems.

To get those good, good Soul Hugs.

Anikin? Not doing so hot. He's been SURROUNDED by what FEELS like a hive? But they keep EXCLUDING him and he doesn't have the words to explain why that upset him. Why he wants to crawl inside their brains an just... just hang. Not touch anything! Just... just nap! Maybe get a hug? P... Please?

Why does EVERYONE HATE HIM?!

But they don't. They just have different boundaries. Are NOT Hive Minds. THEIR Midi-chlorians? Are not at such a high concentration that it affects their thought patterns.

Unlike? The Creepy Crechelings.

Who absolutely doooooo. THEY are still in the We/Us phase. Boundaries? What Boundaries? We're crawling through each other's brains and on the ceiling! Full of light, love, and horrifying prophecy! Eating sand! Many thoughts, head full! We can taste TIME!!! :D

And it takes a SPECIAL breed of Creche Master with VERY strong shields to interact with them. Mind tricks are both accidental and daily. Poker face of kindness is a must. Good emotional regulation. So when one sees Anikin losing his shit again?

They sigh. Put down their muffin. And go deal with it.

Probably not even awake.

They just feel *Overwhelming Power* and hear upset noises and go "Ah, starting early, today is." Then wander over. And effortlessly defuse the situation. Flop their Force presence on Anikin like a weighted blanket. It would be UNSPEAKABLY rude and invasive to most anyone else? But Obi-Wan just...? Watchs his ex-padawan go BONELESS against this Crech Master he's never met? Like :O

T-teach me. Please, for the love of the Force, teach me to do that.

Next thing you know? They are talking, Obi-Wan getting a crash course in Super Powerful Younglings™ that honestly he should have gotten YEARS ago, but was run too ragged to. And Anikin? Blissed out, high as a kite, at the bottom of a Youngling pile. Mmmmm, lumpy pillow. We gonna sit and sleep and climb all over you, Master Skywalker.

*adoring, emotionally gooey voice* Okay.

He volunteers. Fuck it, he practically LIVES out of that Creche. Padme! Padme, we're adopting. He wants to be a stay at home dad. Build droids. Everything is Beautiful and nothing hurts. *war is still happening* ah. Shit. Right. THAT™.

Okay! New plan. AFTER the war. He has discovered his calling. Is suddenly bonding with Jedi he's never even talked to before. Is that Plo Koon? Plo! PLO! Hey, thanks for lending me that youngling development module! You got any others you recommend?

Him and Obi-Wan? Suddenly getting along better then they have in YEARS. His Master seems genuinely THRILLED he has a clear goal he's working towards and is supporting him ten thousand percent. Openly bragging. Consulting with him. AND? Is so much more OPEN! That Creche Master really helped him Understand how Anikin's brain works!

Which? Leads to Anikin getting healthier. More and more stable. The babies fuckin sneaking aboard. His Men LOSING THEIR SHIT because WHY ARE THERE TUBIES, SIR?! Babies! Infants! Smol, itty bitty, BABY CHILDS!!!???

And? On one hand? He has never felt so clear head and stable as when they are with him. Interconnected. US and WE and THE HIVE. The Force is With Us and We are The Force.

Buuuuuut on the OTHER hand? He is an adult. He CAN seperate what HE wants from what is good for his lil baby friends. This isn't safe. They could get HURT. Die! It... honestly? It makes him think about his mom a lot. He thinks he finally GETS it. Hates that he does. Is in AWE of how strong she was. Hopes he can take the lessons she taught him and live up to them.

Because it's not about what HE wants. It's about what's best for these kids.

They have to go back.

.....except the man he THOUGHT was his friend? THOUGHT was a GOOD MAN? Won't let them LEAVE THE FRONT LINES. Won't even authorize an emergency shuttle. There are vulnerable children. On the FRONT LINES. And Shee-...no. Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, won't let them GET THEM TO SAFETY?

Is THIS what over a decade of friendship means to this man? Is THIS what his "sympathies" are truely WORTH? Empty words and no action? Saying what you want to hear then sitting in his fancy office while CHILDREN are shot at?

Anikin wants to put his fist through a durasteel WALL.

Through some careful maneuvering, some Ships on the way back are are able to pick up the VERY In Trouble kiddos. It'll be about five ship hops. But they'll get there. And in the mean time? The entire GAR now knows where the Chancellor's priorities lay.

But? What to do, what to do? The kiddos are GONE! Anikin's head is gonna start getting crowded. Fuzzy. Crushed up and too small! He literally, physically, NEEDS people. For his mental and ultimately physical health!

"Well... you DID say Midi-chlorians are in every living thing, didn't you? It's just that most Sentients don't have enough to reach the threshold of Force Sensitive. Right?" Says Anikin's medic.

Anikin raises a finger. Opens his mouth to respond.

Considers this genuinely.

Puts DOWN his finger and closes his mouth. Nods. Yes. Yes, they DO. Why? Where exactly are you going with this? Medic taps a message to the GAR in ship message board. Please. You know EXACTLY where he's going with this.

Yeah.

Yeah, Anikin does.

And the Vode? Gotta admit. Having their General curled up like a comm system in the back of their brains? Kiiiiinda weird at first. But he's not? Actually? Touching anything? It's kinda like having someone follow you around, hanging off your shoulders in a hug. Because they feel needy and desperately need the contact. Little awkward? Yeah.

But we move on.

And the General respects boundaries. Politely pulls back and out/away when they want "personal" time. Something he had practice doing cause he's in a relationship. And there are Thoughts and Feelings you DO NOT want to share with younglings. It apparently helped him learn to shield. Quickly. Very, VERY quickly.

They only laugh at him a little bit.

He imagines throwing pillow blocks at them.

But THEN? One of them gets a head wound. Nothing to terrible. But bad enough that the midi-chlorians flow up to the area, to help speed up and properly regulate the healing. Because their's have become more active. Not STRONGER mind you. Just... more ACTIVE.

And they can fucking FEEL their General mentally screech to a full stop. Perfectly, utterly, FURIOUSLY Blank. Like the dead silence before the blaster bolts start flying. Like just after the flash but before the blast hits. A terrible, TERRIBLE silence.

Something is Wrong.

"What Is That?"

What is... WHAT? Sir?

And then things move very, very quickly. All things possible, through the Force. A baby created. Chips UN-created. It really is? Just directing the Midi-chlorians all ready THERE to do what you want them too. Offering up some extra energy, if needed. A Leader to guide the hive.

One deep enough meditation, reaching though-out "HIS" sprawling body? Really, what is the difference between purging a chip from your thigh in THIS body? And being over there? Or over there? What are "walls" or "distance" or this silly concept of "other"?

We Are One With The Force, And The Force Is One With US.

He is every Vode on the Ship. He is Anikin Skywalker. He was a Slave. But now? NOW both he and they and US? Are FREE. He will suffer no slaves in his presence. No more chips or collars with bombs. Time to free the others. Free everyone. Demand ANSWERS.

And they do.

The epilog? Oh THAT I can not stop thinking of.

Padme in the senate. Fierce and accomplished. A storied carrier fighting for the people of the galaxy. Anikin a Creche Master for the POWERFUL kiddos. The strange ones who need someone sturdy.

Who can handle their Us/We phase with grace. Who learns and grows, honors and remembers Shmi Skywalker every time one of them one of them starts to pull away. Starts to develop boundaries. Barriers. Starts to want to be their OWN person. Has not just grown strong in shielding but old enough to develop a defined personality, seperate from their friends.

The twins growing up with a whole Creche of siblings. Because their parents LIVE at the temple. Their mother works at the senate! They wave bye-bye every morning. And spend the day with dad. Not separated, not quite living with them fully either. Not after infancy at least. But the Order is changing.

Vode everywhere. Kids born of Jedi. The Corps withdrawn back to the temple to help handle the influx. Lots of debates about Tradition and Change that Anikin care not a lick about. HE'S taking his Crechelings to the Naboolian Embassy's Spring Festival. Does everyone remember how to be polite? Say "hello"! *various smol children chorus Hello in Naboolian, badly but very earnestly*

Just? Field trips. Droids and Vode dropping by to say hello. Padme being the LION of the senate while her retired kindergarten tearcher equivalent, war hero husband cheers. Adorable but freaky children popping out of the vents. Anikin treating his tiny squad of Tiny Anti-christ Acting Babies as though this were TOTALLY NORMAL and just how children act.

SOFT AND FLUFFY EPILOG~☆

@legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @hypewinter @hdgnj @spidori @tiredafel

[eemamminy-art]

This might seem quick but I've honestly been thinking about this since I got to Ginger Island for the first time many months ago, I just needed a push to finally draw it /)///(\ so here's the gist of the idea + my redesign of Leo!

Screen reader friendly text from the first image, since I didn't think it would fit in alt text:

Shipwrecked at 7 years old, he's 10 now

Parents fell overboard, he stayed with the wrecked boat waiting for them for weeks

Knows how to sew, began to adorn his parents' extra clothes from the ship with dried grass and feathers as he outgrew his own clothes

Hair is overgrown and tangled, naturally curly

Mal and Alex (now in their 30's) end up on Ginger Island at Willy's insistence (Willy is there for illegal fishing reasons, but they're there for a camping vacation) and they come across Leo who has been stalking them from the trees for several days before they notice.

Instant parental instinct kicks in for them both, they spend time with him trying to figure out why he's there and if he's alone, eventually deciding they can't leave him alone in good conscience.

Cleaned up and detangled Leo, wearing Mal and Alex's childhood clothes :3

"I like having long hair, it's like my feathers! Squawk!!"

[furiosophie]

[alley-fox]

All I can think about with the manga epilog is Shoji's fabulous glow up ✨️

[missvoicecrack]

Had a nightmare about Bakugou trying to talk to deku at a party, but deku was just like, "Oh hey..." and kept walking away, and it was awful.

[carabas]

Hey. Why does Lucanis's storyline end like that. Why would you start a storyline with a conversation like this:

Lucanis: I've always thought that to live truly is to live fully. But even before I was captured, my life was not really my own. So much had been determined for me. Rook: Being grandson to the First Talon must come with a lot of baggage. Lucanis: And when I proved I could carry it, the expectations only grew.

And after he has repeatedly stated in Tevinter Nights that, though he certainly doesn't want to quit the Crows, he does not want to be First Talon and would not be suited to it:

"All that effort training and grooming us, and the old woman still won't step aside." Beneath the bitterness in Illario's tone was something rotten. "Your time will come," Lucanis assured him. "Will it?" Illario's piercing gaze met Lucanis's in the mirror. "People talk. You've always been her favorite." He'd heard the rumors. For all their secrets and intrigue, the Antivan Crows were a chatty bunch. "My talents lie elsewhere," Lucanis said, gesturing toward the arsenal around him. "You're the one with the silver tongue."

Tevinter Nights again:

Illario's gaze grew hard. "How long are you going to keep doing this?" "Doing what?" "Caterina's bidding." The wine turned in Lucanis's mouth. "Illario. Stop." "If I was in charge, you wouldn't have to do this anymore," he cajoled. "You could quit." Lucanis stared at his cousin. "I don't want to quit." Illario sat back. The distance between them suddenly felt much wider than a table. "Even if it kills you," Illario whispered. "Death is my calling," Lucanis stated, matter-of-fact. "Just as yours is to become First Talon." He smiled, hoping to ease the tension, but Illario's posture remained taut. "And if Caterina disagrees? If she thinks you're the better man for the job--" "I don't want it, Illario," Lucanis insisted. "But you wouldn't refuse." "It's impossible to refuse Caterina," Lucanis admitted reluctantly. "Only prolong her, until she sees reason." He knew it wasn't the answer Illario wanted, but it was the truth. And in their line of work, honesty was hard to come by.

...and then Caterina declares Lucanis First Talon and, that's, we're leaving it like that. That's where we're leaving it? We started this story with a statement that his life had never been his own and had been determined by Caterina, and we are ending the story with his life being determined by Caterina, that is what we are doing?

The final pivotal scene of this game is about a spirit being released from an unwanted role he had been twisted into! Solas was Wisdom before Mythal turned him into her weapon as the Dread Wolf, a role he had remained trapped in long after the person who imposed that duty upon him had died! Letting Solas persist in his perceived duty twists him into a monster who starts talking like Elgar'nan, the very thing he'd said he feared becoming! Finally releasing Solas from Mythal's service is the super happy best ending of this game! The obvious parallels are paralleling!

And yet this story ends with Lucanis in the role Caterina put on him as First Talon??

Bioware why would you write it like that, I just want to talk

[aranthenonbinarybastard]

SEASON ONE EPILOGE OF TMAGP SPOILERS GUYYSSS

My second favourite (With s2 Jon being first obviously) paranoid man has succumbed to the plot 😔

Fly high my Colin, may you repair computers in the afterlife

Because I genuinly hope he is dead and gone, cus' if not, he is probably going to get a FAR worse destiny

[justablah56]

I need everyone to remember will saying that normal would wear vintage menswear when he's older and keep that in mind when you imagine the epilogue scene . that's all bye .

[narcissarina]

Darkened Desires

Prologue and Chapter 1: The sun || Chapter 2: The moon || Chapter 3: The moon || Chapter 4: The sun || Chapter 5: The sun || Chapter 6: The moon || Chapter 7: The moon || Chapter 8: The sun || Chapter 9: The sun || Chapter 10: The outsider || Chapter 11: The moon || Chapter 12: The sun

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 2,279

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters. This chapter can be triggering and suggestive.

CHAPTER 13

THE SUN

I heard rustling and mumbling of voices, my eyes still heavy but I’m awake.

My head heavy and my mouth duck taped shut, my body was position to be sitting against a pole or something since my hands were tied back. I try to open my crusty ass eyes but I’m blindfolded, nothing but pitch black, hearing two male voices only a few inches away from me.

“Are you sure about this?” the man with a raspy voice asked.

“Don’t worry, they won’t know. She’s what they’re looking for.” The other man with a light pitch voice, not deep nor raspy, he chuckled.

“It wouldn’t hurt to have fun with her, no?”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Wyck.” The man with a raspy voice warned, “you’re no fun, Oro.” The man named Wyck, laugh.

I hiss and groan as I feel every stiff and had to move my legs up to my chest while being tied down, I could feel their gaze at me. Their steps come closer as I feel a presence towering over me, “hello there, sweetheart.” The man named Oro with a nice raspy voice spoke to me, “I’m here advancing my apology on behalf of my idiotic brother.”

“hey!” Wyck yelled, so they’re brothers? I wonder why Oro is apologizing in advance when they both kidnapped me, “I just want to say that I’m not there to kidnap you.” Oro added, as if he read my mind.

“Oh come on!” Wyck groaned, stepping closer to his brother and knelt down beside him, both towering over me. “Can’t we have fun with her? You know…” I could hear Oro ick and stiff when his brother said that, “are you mad? No, we can’t.” Oro hisses, I don’t know what expression that they have. But I could feel a hand glide against the skin of my thigh, making me shudder and kick.

“Feisty.” Wyck voice deepens as he chuckle at my kick, this fucker had a loose screw in the head, “Wyck.” Oro warned, his voice dropping and threatening, “come one! Just one round, it’s not like she’ll be less valuable when her pussy still works and used.”

I clenched my thighs together, my knee up to my chest and my ankle blocking my private part, I can’t see them but I could hear them. I could only rely on my ears for now since they won’t be taking off my blindfold.

My hands getting numb from the rope that’s been tightly tied, I squirm and try repositioning myself to a comfortable position, I hear a sigh from my right—probably Oro, “it should not have come to this.” Oro mumbled to himself but it was loud enough for me to hear.

A hand yank my head up by my scalp, I hiss from the painful grab. I could feel his hot ass breath, “I know many different ways to make a woman scream,” Wyck chuckled and tighten his grip, “either from pleasure… or pain.”

“you are so fucked up in the head.” Oro hisses, “I mean, if you don’t want to get involve, you’re free to walk out of that door.” Wyck laughs and removes his hand from my hair, caressing down from where he pulled my hair as if it ease the pain.

“I won’t leave the room if I made sure you won’t be harassing this woman right here.” Oro refers to me, obviously. What I don’t get is, why is Oro stopping his brother from harassing me?

“You play the good guy too much, brother.”

“I never wanted to get involve in the first place.”

“But you’re here now, you’re in this whether you wanted it or not.” I could hear Wyck’s menacing chuckle.

“No thanks, I rather keep my head from getting beheaded by a powerful group of mafia. You made some big enemies, Wyck.”

I just sat here on the cold ass ground, listening to their argument. My mind flashes back to the Tsaritsa, Ajax and Scara. Getting worried for them rather than my own, how was he? What happened to the Tsaritsa, where was Ajax when we need his aid?

My chest tightens as I get dizzy from all the thinking and how am I going to escape them.

My ears starts to ring, fuck—it’s too loud. Everything is loud.

I didn’t noticed that one of them left, one remain in the room with me. I manage to calm down and move my legs for some relief, I don’t know who’s left in a room with me and I’m terrified if it’s the Wyck guy, he’ll do something. Harass me or worse.

“Hey,” The guy called, his tone soft and collected, “I’m so sorry for all of this.” I didn’t respond, he click his tongue. He starts again, “just so you know, I’m against this but I have no power over my brother. He’s the only one I have, I just… can’t.” he sighs in defeat, I tilt my head to my left and crossed my legs.

“I’ll try to help you get out,” Oro whispers, “but I can’t guarantee your safety when I’m not around.” He added, I nodded—opening my mouth as I speak, “help me get home.”

It’s been a six days, or so what Oro told me. I’ve been untied and there’s only a chain on my ankle. He’s been trying to get whereabouts on how to reach the Tsaritsa and Scara, then information about this place.

I asked him that his brother picked this place and that shouldn’t he know it. Which he thought I was sarcastic, he gave me a look of judgment as he squint his eyes that day that he only sees black void.

“Well my good ass brother didn’t told me anything and most likely that I was asleep at that time when he’s driving the van or some shit.”

Although, inside those past few days. Oro and I been getting along pretty well, we share something in common—no I didn’t fell for him, why would I do that? Scara would take this mans head off if I did. Oro is like a brother I never had, he shared his sob story with me and how things got things were like this with his brother.

He still keeps me updated though, and nothing happened these past days rather than me getting fed and living here rent free (technically Wyck’s selling me to someone). I like Oro's cooking. And I still have the blinds on my eyes.

But something did happened yesterday, I was asleep. Curled up into a ball on a small blanket and another blanket over me—preventing myself to get cold, I heard screams… moans… and something sharpening.

It was a hellish nightmare, I couldn’t sleep—they sounded like a few women and little girls… I was helpless, I couldn’t do anything rather than listen and weep to their plea and cries.

“Stop!”

“I wanna go to my mommy!”

“Ick..! Please, it hurts!”

God please don’t tell me what they’re doing, I don’t want to mention it. It’ll make me sick to my stomach on what Wyck’s doing to those poor women and children. I hope Oro’s doing anything to stop this nightmare.

God.

Please, I can’t stay here much longer.

After a few flashbacks yesterday, I heard someone entering the room, “Oro?” I called, a man chuckled. “Oh, little dime. You’re actually looking for my brother?” it was Wyck, “too bad he has errands to run, you two got along pretty well. Makes me a little jelly.” I rolled my eyes behind my blindfolds, which he wouldn’t even know.

“Little dime,” he called, I could only turn my head where the direction of his voice were—because, duh! I can’t see shit, I’m blindfolded!

“Are you ready to meet your master?” those words sent shivers down my spine, I back away a little and took the blanket to cover myself up. Wyck chuckled, but remain where he stood.

I hear a few unfamiliar voice, assuming that they’re only behind this son of a bitch.

“is that her?”

“She’s a dime, this kid isn’t lying.”

“Our boss would love playing with her.”

I cringe at their words, I feel the chain in my ankle getting light tugs. I hear keys clanging and my ankles was free from that god dang chain—oh fuck, it feels so numb right now.

“Wyck?” I hear Oro called out, my head turns to the direction of the voice, the heel of his shoe is heard until he halt.

“who are these men?”

“Oh,” Wyck chuckle to himself, “these gentlemen were going to take this precious dime away and our eighteen million is secured.”

“are you serious?”

Totally serious, bro just sold me to strangers.

Oro didn’t got a say in it, I could tell that Oro’s pissed that his own brother didn’t gave him a heads-up. I still can’t take my blindfold off of me though, I felt hands touch me then threw me up on their shoulders like a sack of heavy potatoes.

“Wait!” Oro reach out and grabbed firmly to my hand as the strange men tries walking away with me on their shoulders. I could only imagine that Wyck’s twitching at his brothers attempt, “now, now dear brother.” I could hear him grit his teeth together.

“didn’t you told me that the moment she leaves, she leaves? We didn’t touch her or anything, she remains pure for her master.”

I jerk and cringe at those words, but I didn’t say anything—instead I feel something small in my hand when Oro reached out to me. I’ll see it when I’m in the car or when I’m clear to see it.

But definitely not now. Too risky.

“I know,” Oro replied, “it’s just that I’ll be sad that this little miss here and I won’t be bonding anymore.”

I tilt my head, I could feel Oro right beside my face—he whispers to a difference language, a language that I also speak of, “keep the tracker safe with you, I got something. Stay safe.”

Quick words before the tall guys shoved him and walked out the confinement where I’ve been prisoned for seven days.

They took my blindfolds off, finally my eyes could see again. I had a hard time adjusting to the light since I could only see dimly lit from the past couple of days.

I take in my surroundings, two big guys from either side of where I sit. I’m still fucking chained but this time it’s two of my wrists. The tracker in my left hand, clenched shut as the two were busy with the window. I pretend to sneeze and cover my mouth with two of my hands, putting the tracker inside my mouth and putting them aside. I just hope I don’t swallow it.

Few minutes got by and we arrived at their destination, forcing me to get out of the car as I struggle against their hold. But they were too strong and big, they’re two times bigger than me.

They dolled me up, chains still remains on my wrist and what I’m wearing has a deep V-line, exposing my chest and like separating my tits, is this ‘master’ a fan of princess Jasmine?

I can see the colors and the choice of clothes, I felt disgusted and violated when that man touches me. Forces me on my knee and try to give himself a blow with my mouth.

As if I’d let him fuck my mouth, he doesn’t have that privilege.

I could only fight off their hold, make time for myself until they hurt or kill me. Please. They need to come and save me, now.

I want to see the sun and the beautiful garden that the Tsaritsa has, and hear Ajax’s family story and Scara worshipping me body and soul.

“Pretty dime.”

Ew.

“little fox.”

Ew.

“beloved dime.”

Ew.

I have felt mothing more than shame and embarrassment on how desperate of a man this fucker is. I’d let him touch me, but the moment he’ll violate me—I’ll be sure to cut his dick off. Or ask Scara to cut it for me. I may become sick in the head now.

I hear screams outside from these walls, the horror and the gush of violence. I hear a cry for mercy and plea for their life. How I hear their scream as they were slowly tortured. It bothered my sleep as those screams haunt me at night.

It's been days and still no sign, is this it?

Is this the destiny I’m going to get?

What about my café?

My friends?

The future I’m building for myself?

Am I going to waste all of that because I got taken away and became a plaything for them?

Fuck no, I need something.

A sign from God.

Oh, please fuck. I can’t take this any longer.

I hear shouts of backup and shooting behind those walls, I just lie there—helpless and depressed. I let the darkness consume me as I let out a whimper, asking myself that would I die like this?

I hear the tracker beeping from my mouth, I took it out and it flashes red and blue and green. Curious, I play around for a bit then setting it down—it’s not like they’ll noticed it since this is my own room that my ‘master’ gave to me.

My eyes shut, my lids were too heavy to fight off.

My muscles were exhausted and so does my mind.

I could only hear voices, they were unfamiliar but a familiar voice called out to me. But I’m passed out asleep.

“Sunshine?”

Link:

Chapter 14: THE MOON

[sapphanimates]

@itz-pandora i drew jet.

[papierflamingo]

„Hung up (Time goes by so slowly)“

EPILOG

Was soll ich sagen. Ich werde meine zwei Bürohasen vermissen. 💛

[illarian-rambling]

I'm bored and in heavy procrastination mode rn, so ima try something new!

Do you remember those old newspaper advice columns? People would write in with questions, usually about relationships, and receive advice? I thought it'd be pretty neat to try that with one of my own characters answering questions from your characters! And so, here's your chance to...

💕Ask Elsind!💫

Worried you might be misjudging your vampire boyfriend's level of commitment? Magic powers getting in the way of making out? Cursed to remain as a hideous bird monster until your true love gives up on you? Ask Elsind! Questions don't have to be romantic in nature, but that is this changeling's specialty. Pop a question into my inbox addressed to them (or any of my other characters, if you'd like their opinion), and I'll give the answer they would come up with.

(All I ask is nothing overly nsfw. Flex those euphemism muscles if you must. I believe in you!)

But yeah! Does your character have a problem? Elsind has (maybe) a solution! Stop on by and see what their advice is :)

(And, of course, have a bitchin day)

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[cawyden-gaming]

Rogue Trader - Spoiler Ceremony + Ending - Inquisition + RT

At the end of act 2 in the talk with Xavier, you can ask to join his circle (if you are dogmatic 2 at least).

Here is the dialog (not voiced unfortunately):

You will receive "Interrogator's Dagger"

I haven't played through with it but in the localization file among all endings I found these:

"In a half-lit armoury, with no grand ceremony or public fanfare, the dagger adorned with the scull and pillar was melted down and reforged into an Inquisitor Insignia. Xavier Calcazar granted it to the Rogue Trader and inducted {mf|him|her} into the Koronus Conclave, a fellowship of guardians of the Imperium privy to Humanity's darkest secrets."

"By a twist of fate, when the Rogue Trader joined the Koronus Conclave, Heinrix van Calox became the Lord Captain's commanding officer. He gleefully took advantage of every opportunity to chastise and order the Rogue Trader around."