#especially when around either cars or roman

[garlic-sauc3]

its thinking of brian o'conner hours tbh

[justonemorechapternicercy]

Day 1 of @hadesxpercy-events

“Ask me for sanctuary. I’ll protect you.”

Everything was in ruins. After all these years, after all these quests and battles in the name of the gods, they betrayed them. Their children. Their faithful soldiers.

They mercilessly killed all those, who stood up against the god's enemies, who slayed Kronos’ and Gaia’s armies. In the end, Luke had been right.

The younger kids were killed at first; those deaths seemed like accidents. Injuries too severe from the fights against monsters, car crashes, parental abuse… they all seemed - ordinary, for the lack of better word. Normal, for demigods. Then, the Stolls died. People could say anything about them, but they were no idiots. They were taught by Luke, they were battle-hardened and crafty. There was no way a mere boar could defeat them.

Chiron closed off the borders, trusting the gods, who said that there was a great evil working against them - greater than any previous enemy. Dionysus stayed, drinking himself into stupor. But he stayed, even when Zeus called him back to the Olympus. Percy had to admit - in the end, the old drunk was better than any other god.

Annabeth had been staying with her family - Percy was visiting Nico at the Underworld. They didn't hear about the devastation, only after it happened.

Then, the Romans were the next. They had more time to prepare against the gods. Percy was with them; the Huntresses too. Yet, not all gods could be defeated, and in the end, the demigods failed.

They said, the Roman and Greek demigods brought their demise on their heads. They said, it would have always ended like this. It was just the way the world worked.

Not all gods were like that. Triton - not Poseidon. Not that god - had died to protect his, their, baby sister. A baby sister Percy never even knew about, and now, he would have no opportunity to get to know her. Apollo and Artemis were a terrifying duo, but then they disappeared. Nobody knew what happened to them, and their group. They just disappeared.

Hades didn't fight against them either - but he didn't do anything at all. He just closed off the Underworld, not allowing anybody in, nor out. Not Nico, nor Hazel - nobody could leave, no contact was allowed. Percy didn't know what had happened to them.

One would have thought that the demigods, especially with the Roman's strategies and preparedness, could win. But, they didn't count that the other gods outside of the Olympians would join. That they, too, felt threatened by the demigods, they wanted to protect the status quo. With more gods and goddesses - many of whom were once demigods themselves - on one side, and the currently alive demigods and a small handful of gods at their sides, the defeat was unavoidable.

Betrayed by their own kin, they had fallen one by one. Desperation and exhaustion weighted heavily on them, on Percy especially who had been tasked to shield the remaining group, and before he could stop himself, he prayed. Not to anybody - those who could aid him were the ones he was fighting against -, but it was a desperate prayer nonetheless.

“Anyone… anyone who can help me… help…” he sighed. He didn't offer anything, he didn't pray to any of the gods, yet-

From the shadows, a figure emerged, familiar in its danger. He approached Percy with a predatory grace, looking every inch the godliest god Percy had always thought him to be, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Ask me for sanctuary,” Hades’ voice was a silken whisper, dark and seductive, wrapping around Percy like a velvet shroud. “I’ll protect you.”

Trusting a god was always a mistake. Always.

But…

Percy didn't see any other choice. His eyes met with the god's gaze, determination meeting with intensiveness. A shiver ran through his spine, the predator in Hades had always thrilled Percy, ever since the first time he had seen the god. He was afraid of him, but he was attracted to him - a dangerous combination, especially at that time. Trusting a god…

“Why?” He asked, standing tall and proud. If it was only to keep him as a trophy, he'd rather die. His still living brothers and sisters counted on him. He couldn't fail them like he'd failed many.

Hades’ fingers brushed lightly against Percy's cheek, leaving a trail of cold fire in their wake. “Because it's you. Because now you can finally be mine. Because what my siblings are doing is madness.”

“Why didn't you help us?!” he demanded. It would be one thing that the god wanted him - but another that he was against the “cleansing”.

Hades' eyes darkened, his voice hardened. “Don't presume you know everything. If you wish to know, my annoying little nephew and his smarter sister and their group of ducklings accepted the sanctuary. We keep safe those we can. Openly turning against my siblings now would be suicide, but in my domain, I can hold them back. After all, people will always believe in Death. So, come, and you and yours will be safe.”

Percy hesitated. Trusting a god was foolish. But he couldn't help it. He'd always been impulsive; he nodded.

“You must ask for my protection, Perseus. Will you?” A cool finger traced his lips, burning Percy's skin.

“Yes. I'm asking for Hades, the Lord of the Underworld to provide me and my people sanctuary.”

Hades' eyes darkened, a flicker of something possessive appeared in their depths. “Good boy,” he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You're mine now.”

A shadowy mist swirled around them, and before Percy could assume betrayal, he found himself, and his group of demigod in the familiar halls of the Underworld palace.

“Perseus Jackson,” Hades stepped closer to the young man, tracing a finger down on his spine. “You are bound to me now. In return of keeping you and all of those who need it, safe, I only need you to become mine.”

Percy faced the god, their eyes locking in a heavily charged moment. Ultimately, Hades was a god.

Trusting him might have been a mistake, but-

For now, if the only thing he had to do to save as many demigods as he could, to become the cherished possession of the God of the Underworld, there was nothing he would do more gladly.

And so, Percy did. He surrounded himself to the dark, alluring god, who had offered them safety.

[cobragardens]

Aziraphale's Ascot: An Analysis

What's most interesting to me about the ascot Aziraphale is wearing when he turns up in Crowley's car in 1967 is that it's very fashionable.

An ascot (American), or day cravat (British), is a band of material meant to be worn inside the shirt collar, terminated on each end with a long wide tongue of that same fabric.

The band goes around the back of the neck, and the tongues are tied in the front and tucked into the open neck of a collared shirt. An ascot displays a wide sweep of color just below the wearer's face to flatter their complexion and show their personality.

And the late 1960s was the ascot's peak of popularity. The Duke of Windsor wore them; the mods wore them; British Invasion bands wore them. Fred wears an ascot in the Scooby-Doo cartoons. Lance Corporal Shadwell wears one. They were a huge trend.

On the surface this doesn't seem like Aziraphale at all. His previous appearances indicate his stylishness in ancient Rome is merely serendipitous overlap of Roman fashion with his personal preferences for white robes, blond hair in a Brutus cut, and gold wing-themed jewellery. In 1601, 1793, 1941, and all contemporary scenes, his style is decades to more than a century off the fashion of its time. We know he's into bow ties by 1941, and he's hardly one to adopt a style merely because it's popular; so why the ascot in 1967?

One possible explanation is that Aziraphale misses the clothing of the Victorian period and leaps at the chance to wear something that harks back to a time when he felt at home, sartorially speaking.

I don't think that's it, though, at least not in Show Omens. For one thing, traditional ascot ties (what a British person would call an ascot or an ascot tie, rather than a day cravat) are not at all the same accessory as the ascots of the 1960s: they're formal rather than semi-casual daywear; they're made of thicker silk, often with a woven rather than printed pattern; and they're worn outside the shirt and collar. More importantly, we've got two scenes of Aziraphale in the Victorian period, and he's not wearing an ascot tie in either of them: he's wearing a long cravat tied in a wide bow, a precursor to his bow ties.

I therefore propose a different explanation for the ascot of 1967.

As Aziraphale has clearly never been anywhere near a polyester fibre in the whole of his celestial existence, and as he always affects an appearance of idle hereditary wealth, we must presume that this--

--is silk. (In fact in the 1960s, a silk ascot in light colors was a signal of upper-class status.)

And we know Aziraphale likes silk, because by 2023 he's been wearing a silk velvet waistcoat for 200 years.

I again advance the argument that, despite himself, Aziraphale is a voluptuary by nature: a person who directs their energies toward the pursuit and enjoyment of pleasure, especially (but not solely) sensual pleasure.

He can control his appearance at will, and yet he has a barber; that means he enjoys the pleasure of a haircut and maybe a hot shave. (I have similar suspicions about his manicured hands.) The barber has recommended new cologne, which means Aziraphale has an old cologne, which means he likes to smell beautiful scents. He eats for sensual pleasure. He drinks for sensual pleasure (much more so than Crowley, who drinks for the pleasure and escape of inebriation). He listens to music for sensual pleasure. He attends the theater for pleasure. Reading is as much a sensual pleasure inside your own head as it is intellectual self-stimulation (which is its own kind of pleasure in turn); and believe me, collecting books is as much a sensual pleasure as a logistical and a philosophical one.

Aziraphale even agrees to an Arrangement with a demon to give himself more spare time for his pursuit of human pleasures. And then he and the demon become friends, because what could be a greater pleasure than indulging yourself in the good company of someone clever and kind and beautiful, who flirts with you and tells wicked jokes you mustn't laugh at--except perhaps for the pleasure of making that person smile in return?

Fun fact: The silk of which casual ascots are made is finer than the silk of either traditional ascot ties or neckties, because ascots/day cravats are made to be worn inside rather than outside the collar.

In 1967, instead of his usual crisp bow tie around his usual tightly buttoned collar, Aziraphale wears an open collar and a day cravat because the fashion of the 1960s lets him keep silk against his skin.

And there's one other thing, too. Compare Aziraphale's ascot to Lance-Corporal Shadwell's, or to the standard ascot knot:

The edge of Azirapale's ascot sits below the edge of his shirt collar where it should sit above, and the cascade spills almost an inch in front of his Adam's apple instead of flush against his neck. Aziraphale has tied his ascot low and loose.

It allows him to bare more of his throat to Crowley than has been sanctioned by custom for 2,000 years.

How long after Aziraphale reverted to bow ties did Crowley think about that?

[colorfuldonutrunaway]

I made a character sheet for one of my ocs. Took a lot of bravery to do it, but I made it.🥲 I wasn't sure how to handle the two boxes under the main picture, and I should add that this character is AroAce.🏳️‍🌈

Metrics explained here:

*Name: Peter Romanov was named purely by his mother. I would go into detail about how his patronymic works but I'm not very sure on how it works in Russian culture, so I'll keep my mouth shut. Anyways, Roman prefers to be called, well, Roman because he despises his first name for some reason.

*Nicknames: If you want to avoid a death glare, call him by Roman or Wolf.

*Race/Species: Before he became the Wolf, he was a first-generation Russian American human. After getting diagnosed with a supposedly rare fatal muscle wasting disease, he secretly began injecting himself with wolf DNA on the genetic level. This was actually working really well...until an assistant startled him during one such procedure and he injected a massive amount into his cells...and mutated into his current state. The unstable state of his cells means that every 5 days, he turns back into a human, and after five days again, he returns to the Wolf, rinse and repeat.

*Age: 30 as of 2024, being born in 1993 after his parents left Russia for the Americas.

*Gender: Born Male, identifies as such.

*Alignment: Wanting to follow the pursuit of knowledge and science for the betterment of mankind, Roman ignores the fact that he was stripped of his license to run a laboratory (after the genetics incident) and continues operating to create new inventions. Problem is, he can't patent them under his own name...

*Class/Job: As stated above, Roman shouldn't be operating a laboratory. He was banned from the high council of intellectuals and was forbidden from ever using their tools to create or invent again. That hasn't stopped him from creating a laboratory from materials gathered on the black market, hiring minions from criminal origins, and operating secretly underneath a normal Pennsylvanian town as a scientist.

*Perception and Communication: He takes advantage of his improved wolf senses to observe every detail around himself. As for communication, he's a great orator and debater, but he can get frustrated if people don't understand his high tech jargon.

*Persuasion and Mediation: He listens well and can use it to his advantage when trying to persuade someone into doing something for him and when mediating an issue between two groups. He's not the best at it, but he's good enough for most scenarios.

*Literacy and Creativity: Raised by a genius mother who noticed that her child's intellect was increasing at an abnormally fast pace, she opted to guarantee that his childhood was to be surrounded by folklore, documentaries, and educational materials. This led to a man that could be omnidisciplinary in Engineering, Robotics, programming (Python/HTML/C++), Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Genetics, mathematics, and neurology. Not surprising for an IQ that reached 300 at 16 years old. (he refuses to do actual medicine though.) He also grew up speaking English and Russian at home.

*Cooking: He can bake, but actually making original meals is kinda hard for him. Especially as the Wolf, because it's led to him just settling for any food with meat in it, even if it's raw.

*Tech Savvy: From as young as 4 years old, he was fixing phones and taking apart cars.

*Combat: Roman took martial arts classes at 16, but rarely uses what he's learned. Especially after becoming the Wolf, because now he has boosted strength that allows him to easily knock out people with a punch or throw them. Not very good with guns either.

*Survival: He learned basic survival skills from the numerous books he's read, but has never really exercised it or gone camping to hone it. As the Wolf, he does have some natural instincts that help.

*Stealth: Ugh. He's never had a reason to be stealthy as a human. This worsened when he turned into a hybrid, because his clunky, furry body is harder to hide. Being 6 ft 7 inches in Wolf form doesn't help.

*Street smarts: Roman has never known a normal childhood due to his rapidly increasing intelligence netting him media attention and breezing him through school. Therefore, he's never been able to make friends with kids his age, and his overprotective parents kept him from exploring the world, leading to his street smarts being shockingly low.

*Seduction: No...just...no.

*Luck: Not anymore or less lucky than a normal person.

*Handling Animals: When in Wolf form, it's very difficult to handle animals without them freaking out on him. In human form? Animals love him.

*Pacifying Children: He's good at distracting kids with a story or a piece of candy, but his stronger senses mean that a child crying is painful to listen to.

*Strength: Probably due to his wasting disease, he's weaker in human form, (as in, weaker than the average human), but notoriously strong as a Wolf.

*Dexterity: Pretty average. Struggles in Wolf form due to not being used to the big furry paws.

*Health: As mentioned before, weak in human form, strong and vibrant in Wolf-man form.

*Energy: Usually in the middle.

*Beauty: Considered handsome in human form. Considered cute fluffy doggo in Wolf form.

*Style: While he's usually in a lab coat, whenever he ventures into the town, he's wearing designer clothes that fit his Wolf form well.

*Hygiene: So for some reason, Wolf still has human lymph nodes in the usual spots, meaning that he also sweats from those areas. So he has to shower daily or else he develops a pretty wild smell.

*Intelligence: From the age of 2, Roman's brain suddenly developed at an insanely fast speed. Nobody knows why this happened exactly, but they had no choice to accept it as Roman began to pass classes flawlessly, finish entire novels in hours, and do complex equations by himself. He's graduated highschool by the age of 12 and helped teach college classes at the age of 15.

*Happiness: Despite his current situation, he's really good at seeing the bright side of things. Roman actually enjoys being in his Wolf form, and feels more free now that the council isn't constantly watching over his back.

*Spirituality: Raised Christian, Roman became agnostic around his pre-teens, and had stayed that way since.

*Confidence: He's very confident in his skills, but not to the point where he thinks he's infallible.

*Humor: His humor tends to vary greatly. While he doesn't make jokes himself, he does find other people's jokes and references entertaining.

*Anxiety: Like with the Happiness stat, Roman doesn't let much get to him. His Wolf affliction actually saved his life, as it stopped and partially reversed the progression of the wasting disease, leading him to be relatively positive.

*Patience: He's learned to be patient with the average person since they can't make hundreds of calculations a minute in their brain like he can, though it does have limits if he can tell if someone is intentionally trying to be an obstacle in his mission.

*Passion: Developing his love for science from his mother, Roman wants a world that is as free from suffering as humanly possible, and he will invent and create as much as he can.

*Charisma: While he gives off a cool and professional aura, his social development was still stunted by his strange childhood.

*Empathy: He can feel like other people, but he sometimes thinks that other people blow things out of proportion, or can solve their problems more easily than they think.

*Generosity: Gives to those that severely need it, doesn't give to much of anyone else.

*Wealth: How does Roman fund a laboratory and a couple dozen minions? Hacking banks obviously. He's good enough that the possibility of police discovering that it's him doing it is so unlikely it's insane, and he usually steals enough that it can pay the bills and all of his minions while still having some left over for leisurely pursuits.

*Aggression: He can be fierce when he needs to be, but prefers giving off a stoic energy usually.

*Libido: Never had much of one at all. Being aromantic asexual helps in making sure that this isn't ever an issue he needs to care about anyway.

I'll add more later, but I'm tired and it's getting late.

[littlegaydruid]

@crunadh regarding this post here. This is a long post so hold on to your hat.

Thank you for your question! I honestly felt much the same way starting out. It's kind of a hard practice to get into if you don't join a group for it.

I’ll point out first that my practice is solitary, so what I do likely looks a fair bit different than those who belong to a grove or order. I'm also in no way an expert. If anyone else wants to reblog or comment with their own resources, please do.

It's also my opinion that, much like with being a witch, there’s no “wrong” way to practice druidry exactly. The fact is modern druidry (or "druidism") is really just an inspiration of what we think the historical druids did because we have so little information on them. The information we do have almost entirely comes from roman sources, and that was usually in the context of like, conquest. So if anyone tells you they know the one true way to be a druid, side-eye them because they either don't know what they're talking about or they're being highly disingenuous. With that out of the way…

I personally try to do three things (and feel free to try any of them to see if they work for you):

On a spiritual level, I go out into nature when I can. I believe humans are very much a part of nature and unfortunately, we've become disconnected as a society because of greed, capitalism, and the mindset that we are somehow better than nature. For this reason, rebuilding and maintaining a connection is very important. (This was easier when I lived in the mountains instead of the city but I make do with what's around, whether that's in a park or with the birds who come visit the trees outside my apartment.) At most I’ll bring a sketchbook, and I’ll walk among the trees or wherever I am, perhaps sit with them a while. And I’ll just observe, and meditate. I like to take notice of the sounds around me- the leaves rustling, the birds, the squirrels, the deer, the stream. Sometimes I talk to the trees. They don't literally talk back, but very occasionally I notice a subtle shift in their presence if that makes sense. (If there are any gods/goddesses you believe in, this is where I might suggest you could incorporate them or leave plant/animal-safe offerings in some way, but you don't have to.)

While I'm doing these things I try to maintain an awareness and respect for the fact that I was not the first one here. Both in the sense of "hey, this is not my house, but my grandparents' house," and in the sense that, "hey, Indigenous folks were here before me," because I'm from the US. Imo it all goes hand in hand and is a simple step but a necessary precursor to physical action.

On a mental level, I study. I like to research herbalism and how to identify the different types of plants and animals. Not necessarily to forage (though I do enjoy that, too), but I found it's a good way to get to know the plants and wildlife in an area, especially if it's hard to get outside sometimes. I also like to research both local folklore, and "Celtic" histories and mythologies (I'm a bit of a reconstructionist). This includes researching what we do think we know about the historical druids and the history of the modern druidic practice and spiritual concepts like Awen. I also like to study philosophy, ethics, and morals because I've found that it ties in quite well.

Then finally on a physical level, whenever I go out, I try to give back to nature. To me, picking up trash is a perfect offering to nature/land spirits. If I can, I try to find a new use for it so it doesn't end up in a landfill (recycling is a bit of a lie, so to me "reuse" takes priority). If I see an animal that was hit by a car, I try to see if there's any way to (safely) move it from the road. Little things like that can go a long way.

I also take action at a voter level and monetarily where I can. I mentioned in my other post that I greatly enjoy the concept of solarpunk. The mentality behind it (one of hope) is one that I like to embody, and I like to use it to help spread awareness about the environment and potential solutions to many of the climate problems we face, especially in the areas that I'm most knowledgeable (for me that's the construction and housing industries).

I do small things as well in observance of the solstices and equinoxes. I don't exactly follow the wheel of the year, but I want to mention druids do have one that is similar to the Wiccan wheel of the year but with different names for the festivals.

Resources

For getting into it yourself, I can point you to a few places.

OBOD (druidry.org) - You might have found this one already because its one of the first to show up when you search for druidry on google. The Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids was founded in the 1960's by Ross Nichols and currently lead by Philip Carr-Gomm. They have distance learning kits that you can buy if thats your cup of tea. You can also join their order. If not, they still have a fair bit of resources and information on their website for free. They also host lives on their facebook and youtube. Philip Carr-Gomm has his own youtube as well.

The Druid Network - A resource founded by Emma Restall Orr after she left OBOD. It has information you can read about regarding practices, events, and has a whole list of books that you can read to get yourself started.

Living with Honour, A Pagan Ethics by Emma Restall Orr - She has quite a few books actually and you'll find some of them recommended on TDN, but I wanted to mention this one because it's not listed there and I think it's still relevant.

What do Druids Believe by Philip Carr-Gomm - This one IS mentioned on TDN, but I wanted to highlight it in particular as a kind of supplement to the info you can find with OBOD.

If you're interested in incorporating Celtic reconstructionism into your druidry, I recommend you check out Alexei Kondratiev's Lorekeeper Course as a potential place to start. Its an entirely free online resource.

Mhara Starling has a nice little video here talking about the differences between witchcraft and druidry with a friend of hers so I'd recommend giving it a watch.

Unfortunately, there aren't really set rules on how to do druidry like there are with organized religions, but hopefully what I've mentioned here will help point you in the right direction and get started. <3

[tomfoolies]

selfshiptober: tomja edition days 6-8

MADE IT IN TIME!!!! these were all written in the past... 3-ish hours LMAO (so much for writing one every day...) but i don't think they're half bad, even if a very mixed bag! very much enjoying this practise and the way i get to explore both moments i have thought about a lot and those that have come to me while writing!!

6. haunted

They manage to sneak inside just as Ewan starts his speech. Sonja's certain the man notices them, standing out from the rest. The painfully conspicuous duo, out of place even now — especially now. She definitely feels like an outsider looking in, witnessing something she doesn't want to see and yet cannot look away from.

A twist of compassion for Roman's endeavour turns quickly into a distanced sting of dread when Kendall speaks. She spares Tom a glance just as Shiv takes her place at the lectern.

He has that look in his eyes. When he's not sure who he's supposed to be, what he's supposed to think.

There is grief in the air, definitely. Unexpressed and badly expressed care and love. But beneath it, an undercurrent of something much deeper, much older than this novel sorrow — she doesn't have the words to expand upon it. She can only feel it, and be certain everyone else feels it too.

She takes in the crowd and almost marvels at the hold a single person can have, over so many people.

7. rain

The skies have opened up at some point during their dinner. The sharp rumbling of the downpour hits the restaurant's awning that's shielding them from the worst of it. Water is already gathering into pools on the pavement and rushing wherever gravity takes it.

Tom's about to step back inside, but instead of showing signs of similar thinking Sonja starts to rummage through her bag instead. She hands him her umbrella.

"You said the car's gonna be here any minute now," she says, like they're being faced with a delightful summer drizzle and not a full-on torrent.

Huddled beneath the umbrella he feels the water dripping down on his shoulders; he doesn't want to know the state his shoes are in. Sonja's body pressed against his radiates familiar, comfortable warmth, a stark contrast from the cold around them. The usually busy street around them is now eerily empty, and for a moment it feels like they're the only people in the world; something he finds surprisingly charming.

He savors the feeling of their shared solitude until their ride finally appears from around the corner, just as the cloudburst starts to retreat.

8. swim

Despite the overcast weather, the air is mellow and the breeze runs warm. The Mediterrarian Sea laps at her feet as she stands on the water's edge, comfortably cool and inviting, beckoning her to delve deeper, but she refuses to give into it.

The thought of returning back to the yacht from their little daytrip makes the anxiety rush back into her, flooding her with thoughts and premonitions and possible scenarios. The most unrealistic ones still manage to feel perfectly viable in the moment; nothing is off the table with these people, she has learned. She's in that headspace that she will count getting back to New York without having walked the plank as a very successful victory.

Tom's deep thought in as well. Either overly anxious or surprisingly calm; she can't quite read his expression, both pensive and vacant. When she comes to stand next to him, he gives her a once-over before directing his gaze back to the water.

"We should come back here sometime," he muses, but there's surprising assurance in his voice that turns the suggestion into an ultimatum. "Just the two of us."

She makes sure to stay calm, so he can't hear her unease. "I'd like that."

[mamirhodessxox]

Hey There Delilah (Part 3)

Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Reader

(Delilah Jones)

Storyline: Delilah was born and raised by the beach in L.A and grew up in a home where her parents expected her to go to Harvard & become a well known woman who marry’s a man who is a lawyer after high school. But that’s not what she wanted, She always wanted to own a boutique/flower shop & she did, once her parents discovered she wouldn’t attend college they left her to fend for herself but allowed her little sister Kinsley to visit or sleep over whenever, Her little sister always had an eye for WWE but Delilah never understood why but little did either of them know one of Delilah’s customers would become well acquainted. (Creds to @alyyaanna for helping me w the storyline)

Contents: Toxic parents, Angst, Fluff, Smut in later chapters, Based in May 2023, Alcohol, Violence, Corruption Kink, Size Kink, ETC.

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So far the summer had been going well, Cody introduced the sisters to his well known backstage friends like Jey, Roman, Rhea, Randy & Seth, They would all often come by the store on their own times or all as a group to visit the girls whenever they had time. Rhea was super close with Delilah and even discussed with Cody that she was to kind for her own good especially when it came to mean people.

Today was a very special day because He was leaving tomorrow to spend the week of summer slam in Arizona so he wanted to have a little Cody & Delilah day together, yesterday he spend the day at a water park with her little sister & now it was time for his attention to be with Delilah, He had Rhea & Jey watch over Kinsley for the day while he was with Lilah, she was so over the moon & excited! The held onto his hand giggling about her excitement while they drove around Santa Monica together, & then Cody parked somewhere “C’mon sweetheart let’s switch your gonna learn how to drive.”

Her face dropped a little “Cody I dunno how to drive” he nodded and got out waiting for her to leave the passengers side “I know baby, That’s why i’m teaching you.” She nodded nervously and got out switching over to the drivers side while he had her start off slow, he followed the car for a bit while she would accidentally slam on the breaks “Baby your not even anywhere near something to be breaking yet just keep going.” She nodded & started driving but she ended up speeding up “Wai- Slow down ba- okay..” he stood with his hands on his hips while she breaked but bumped into a light pole just a smidgen.

“How about I just keep driving, How’s that sound angel?” She smiled and threw a thumbs up out the window & got up scampering back over to the passengers side, in which he did take over, They went to go get ice cream but she insisted they shared whatever in his choice since she felt bad he was trying to pay for her cone. They walked around & took turns finishing the sweet treat before he cleared his throat “If there’s an emergency you know who too call right? Seth & Jey are gonna be here instead of summer slam so if anything were to happen you call them & then you call me alright?”

She frowned nodding her head before tearing up a little bit which made him stop “Oh princess I promise it won’t be that long, I’ll be back faster than you know it.” She pouted and flopped her hair on his arm “Cody I don’t want you to go I’ll be so bored when you’re gone.” He chuckled and hugged her tight while kissing her head “Sweetheart I promise every night we’ll call and talk about our days okay?” She sniffled nodding her head while he made her look up at him “It’ll be alright pretty girl, I promise I’ll be back and you can have all of my attention for as long as you need.” She smiled especially when he gave her a kiss & rubbed her back assuringly before spending the day together before his exit into Arizona..

And then he finally left, it had been going smoothly for the first 3 days until 1 specific night, Delilah was shutting down the store after waiting all day for him to text her back, for the last 2 days he had been slacking on texts or calls which caused her to already distance herself a little bit since she assumed she had annoyed him or upset him in someway, so she would distract herself by cleaning up the store & emptying the register while her little sister was already asleep upstairs, Usually Delilah would look on her phone for latest updates on pop culture in general until she saw one specific article where the headliner began with “Cody Rhodes & Nikki Bella rumored to be dating?!” And the poor things heart dropped, Usually at this time Cody would be FaceTiming her and that he did which made her panic more.

Lilah’s heart hurt a lot, she had become way too attached to Cody & ended up feeling a little foolish after seeing the headliner. She didn’t know what to do in this situation so she went completely radio silent, She shoved the phone in her pocket and let it buzz while she made her way upstairs to go to bed, for the next few days Cody would be trying to get ahold of her but he would never get a response which left him in confusion, this gave him more of a reason to stop by the shop when he came back, Jey & Seth would keep him updated as they reported to him that the little angel would seem down in the dumps and would only keep the shop open for half a day which was never ever like her.

Meanwhile Lilah would be a sobbing mess, She cried her little heart out but still kept her kindess towards others feelings first before hers, she would stuff her head in a pilow & whimper about it and just feel utterly awful for becoming so attached to a person she shouldn’t have, She didn’t know exactly when he was coming back but she assumed soon, Today she was in the back planting a few flowers distracting her mind while Kinsley sat in-front of the register coloring & doodling but suddenly the door chimed, “Hey Kins, I haven’t heard from your sister for a bit have you seen her?” The little girl scoffed while Lilah listened in with an intrigued ear “Delilah’s very busy, maybe youu! Can turn around & Leave!” Kinsley glared and threw her star dust figurine at his head, He furrowed his brows at the sudden sass “Well aren’t you just a little ball of joy huh? I’ll be back tomorrow.” He addressed before leaving while Delilah peeked her head out of the backroom “Kins that was a bit mean don’t you think?” She shook her head & continued drawing.

The next day Delilah was standing in the boutique area picking out certain laces for s new dress to make while Kinsley was in her usual spot, Cody saw them from outside of the window & rushed inside “Jesus christ Delilah I was worried sick why haven’t you been answering your phone?” She turned around startled as if she was a deer in head lights “I- Store! I really have to get something from the store!” Kinsley glared at Cody while he crossed his arms “Sweetheart if you’re gonna lie at least make it sound believable.” He grabbed her hand and dragged her off to the back “Now why in the world are you not answering my texts baby? It’s almost as if you’re avoiding me.” She had no idea what to do as she never knew how to properly communicate so as to be expected she was overwhelmed and stumbled on words he couldn’t even make out until he squeezed her hand a bit

“Angel you need to breathe before you give yourself a migraine.” He warned softly and practiced his breaths with her until she randomly started tearing up “Nikki- you! Girlfriend! You have a girlfriend!” She cried out which made him frown a bit but immediately stopped when she made her self start to cry and pick at the ends of her hair “Oh baby no, no, no no” he wrapped her in his arms “While some of it is infact true most of it isn’t, we had a moment for 1 single night and that was it, me & her aren’t dating or anything it was just some dumb hookup, I felt horrible despite us not being together I only want you Lilah, Your the only girl I could ever want in my life.” He assured her "I’m sorry you had to read that baby, you didn’t need to find out in that way" she whimpered nodding her little head while he chuckled "You okay Angel?"

she sniffled rubbing her eyes that were already red from her constant daily sobbing "S-So i'm not annoying?” He shook his head cupping her face “oh baby no, never, you’ll never annoy me angel.” He frowned wiping off her face with his thumb “Baby if you’re upset about something you can’t just shut down & store it all in, you absolutely need to say something.” She nodded very meekly before curling into him “I know ‘m sorry” she mumbled but he gripped her face “I don’t want you apologizing to me one bit baby.” She nodded before pulling away while he cleaned up her face “Let’s just hope your little sister becomes my #1 Hater yeah?” She smiled softly and held onto his hands “and you need to start voicing out and using your big girl words kapeche?”

Sh sniffled nodding her head “Kapeche.” she smiled softly & held onto him while he started to sway them side to side to help calm her down, hopefully this would help her realize she’s the only one that could have his entire heart.

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Best Served Cold (5/?)

Pairing: Jax Teller x OFC

Summary: Sophie shows up to her first SAMCRO party complete with fighting and a conversation with Gemma.

Word Count: ~4400

Warnings: angst, illegal activity, possessive behavior, sexual content, canon typical violence

A/N: This is my first SOA fic, so let me know what you think. This is a multipart fic, so let me know if you want added to the taglist.

Later, Sophie stood in front of her bed, hands on her hips, glaring down at the rather small pile of clothes scattered across the mattress. She’d never been good at picking an outfit, doing her hair, finding out if her complexion allowed for warm or cool tones in her makeup. That had been Olivia's job. Over the years, she’d simply do whatever it was her sister had told her. Like adding layers to her hair, and texturizing the ends - whatever the hell that meant. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to look good because she did, especially tonight, it was that the Corps didn’t care, and anytime she’d been forced to dress up, well they provided a uniform for that, too. Raking her hands through her hair, Sophie wished she knew someone in this town she could call for help. Jax would likely make some suggestion about not wearing anything, which, while flattering, wouldn’t exactly be a practical solution to her current dilemma. 

“Maybe if I close my eyes and point…” 

She needed a dog. At least then talking to herself wouldn’t make her feel quite as crazy. But, she talked to herself a lot. Wasn’t anything else to do when she was staked out in the middle of nowhere waiting for her target to finally decide to show up. 

Growling in frustration, she snagged a pair of skinny jeans Olivia had given her for Christmas a couple of years ago, and a burgundy racerback tank top with a screen-printed dandelion on it. Once dressed, she slid on her well-worn black, low-heel ankle boots. Glancing at herself in the bathroom mirror, she figured it looked good enough. Never quite the smoky eye her sister always managed to paint on her face with perfection, but she didn’t look like she’d just been sucker punched either, so she took the win. 

Stopping at the couch, Sophie pulled her ankle holster from her duffel before lifting her foot onto the arm of the couch and attaching it. She didn’t want a repeat of earlier if one of the other Sons or whoever else she met at the party hugged the wrong side of her body. Tucking her phone and ID into her back pocket, she grabbed her keys and locked up behind her. 

Sliding into her car, Sophie took a deep breath. She wanted to make a good impression. After Jax had dropped her back at the station, she’d done a lot of thinking. Maybe it wasn’t forever, this thing with Jax, but she wanted to do her part to make it last - see what it could be. Just because she’d never had roots, at least, not as an adult, didn’t mean she didn’t want some. 

Pulling into the TM lot, Sophie took a moment to take in the whole scene. A far cry from the quiet, but busy auto shop, the place had transformed into a veritable den of debauchery. It kinda reminded her of a few mid-deployment parties she and the teams had set up when they needed to blow off some steam. Excitement thrummed through her veins at the prospect of letting off some steam and having a good time. It had been this part of the MC life that she found most surprising when it came to Olivia. They’d done their share of partying together, but her sister had always been the more reserved of the two. Not a wallflower, but not the cannonball into the swimming pool with a Roman candle in her hand type either. Hers had been a quieter chaos. Maybe that’s why Olivia had been drawn to Drifter - the balance. 

Shaking herself from thoughts of the past, she slid from the car, tucked her keys into her front pocket and walked towards the madness. Fire-filled drum barrels were scattered around outside. Women half naked stood, or sat, with a court of men around them. One leggy blonde had her arms wrapped around a young man who seemed content to do nothing more than suck her tits while she ground herself against him. Off to the left, shirtless men threw punches at each other inside a boxing ring while some of the others, beer bottles dangling from their fingers cheered them on from the sidelines. She noticed some money exchanging hands. 

Glancing around, she tried to locate Jax. She spied who she thought were Tig and Chibs sitting over at some picnic tables. Since they were the only other two faces she recognized, she moved towards them, careful to weave through the small packs of bodies. 

“Hiya, love,” Chibs called when he caught sight of her. 

Tig grinned up at her. “Hello, beautiful.” 

Sophie smiled, but looked behind her. “I kept my car parked far away from your perv eyes, Tig. No more flirting with my baby. She’s too young for you.” 

Chibs laughed and knocked his shoulder against Tig’s. “Got you by the balls.” 

“I wish,” Tig mumbled under his breath. 

She sat on the table next to Tig and gave a friendly pat on his shoulder. “Sorry to disappoint you.” 

He gave her a flirty look. “I’m sure you can find a way to make it up to me.” 

Sophie laughed. “Keep dreaming, man.” 

“Aye,” Chibs said, voice a bit sharp as he glanced down at Tig. “You know how this works.” 

Tig nodded. “Yeah, man. I got it.” 

Chibs shook his head before necking his beer and taking a long swallow. “Not me you’ve gotta be worrying about now is it?” 

Clearly looking for a way to change the mood, Tig looked at a young blond man sitting near them. “Prospect, get the lady a drink and be quick about it.” 

The blond looked at her shyly and offered her a smile. “What’s your poison?” 

“Rum and coke, or a beer.” 

“Go on,” Chibs called as the prospect stood from the table. “Be quick about it.” 

She laughed as he scurried into the clubhouse. “I’d say be nice to the poor boy, but something tells me he’s used to a little hazing around here.” 

“It’s good for them.” 

They all turned to watch the fight, and the kid brought her a drink more quickly than she expected. Taking a sip, she nearly coughed. Sophie had expected a strong drink, but it was like they’d filled the Dixie cup with rum and walked a can of Coke next to it. Rum with an essence of Coke. Now that she knew, she took a smaller sip from her cup as she continued to watch the two in the ring duke it out. The bald one had decent form. He had a wildness in his eyes that commanded her attention. 

Sophie slid from the table, and wandered through the crowd to get a closer look at the fight. She’d always enjoyed the boxing matches the Navy boys engaged in during cruising days. For a few moments, she stood among the other spectators sipping her rum with a splash of Coke and watching the exchange of punches. Both men had grins on their faces. 

“Hey, sexy,” a voice slurred in her ear. His hand wrapped around her waist, fingers inching up her torso, just shy of her breast. “Run inside and get me another beer.” 

Ignoring him, Sophie moved out of his grip, figuring he’d wander off to easier, more willing entertainment. She continued to watch the fight. Not taking the hint, the drunk guy behind her reached out, grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. 

“Listen, bitch, go get me another beer or get lost.” 

Looking him over, she noticed the kutte, but there weren’t any patches on it. He had dark hair and a stupid-looking face, or maybe that was just the expression on it. The kutte looked the same as the one the blond guy, the prospect, who’d been sent off to get her a drink wore. Seemed prospects were lower in the chain than guys like Chibs and Tig. Not that it would make any difference for her personally, but she wanted to avoid making Jax’s life more difficult if it could be avoided. 

Shaking his grip loose, she moved through the crowd back towards the table. Just as it came within view, the majority of the crowd behind them, the idiot grabbed Sophie’s ass.

“Don’t walk away from me, sweetheart. I wanna have a good time tonight.” 

Eyes at her hairline, Sophie spun around to face him. “The fuck did you just say to me, asshole?” 

“You heard me. Croweaters do as they’re fucking told around here.” 

Sophie rolled her shoulders. “Look, go find someone willing. No isn’t exactly a complicated word - means no.” 

When he reached forward again, Sophie’s patience was shot. She landed a right hook across his cheek, feeling her knuckle split on one of his teeth. Sucking a breath in through her teeth, she cursed. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but seeing the way the idiot’s face snapped to the side made it worth it.

“Go find Jax,” she heard Chibs tell someone. 

Her moment of distraction cost her. The guy backhanded her with enough force for her head to whip to the side. 

“Bastard!” 

Sophie spat on the ground. What kind of an idiot slapped someone in the middle of a fistfight?

Before she could return the favor, arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her back. Across from her, a lumberjack-looking guy with a beanie on his head had his arms wrapped around the idiot who thought no meant please touch me more. 

“Alright, lass, leave him be.” 

Thrashing in his hold, Sophie wanted nothing more than to cover her hands in his blood. “Let me go. Bastard needs to be taught a fucking lesson about respecting boundaries.” 

“Aye,” Chibs agreed. “That he does, but not by you. You got your shot.” 

She stopped struggling only to whirl around and poke her finger into his chest.

“That love tap I gave him?” 

Sophie knew she was screaming, knew she was likely making a scene, but she couldn’t stop herself. 

“Bastard grabbed my arm, then my ass, and took a grab at my breast all without my permission. He’s lucky I haven’t ripped his fucking balls off and shoved them up his ass.” 

She watched Chibs’ face darken the more she spoke, but before either of them could say anything else Jax, closely followed by Tig, came jogging up to the group.

“What the fuck?” Jax asked, eyes moving between Sophie and the guy. 

“Don’t know exactly what happened, man,” the lumberjack-looking man spoke. “But, your girl landed one hell of a punch on Shepard’s face before he backhanded her.” 

She watched Jax’s jaw work as he closed in on the guy who’d slapped her. “That right? You do that to her face?” 

“Never seen her around here before. Wanted a new piece of ass tonight.” 

Sophie started struggling in Chib’s arms again, and managed to slip his grip. Faster than Jax could stop her, she’d lunged forward and punched Shepard in the face and then the kidney. 

“Sophie!” Jax pulled her back. “Come on, stop.” 

He pulled her a few feet from the group, pressed her back against the wall and glared at her. 

“I’m not apologizing for beating the shit out of that fucking creep.” 

Jax shook his head, small grin on his face. “No one’s asking you to.” 

Sophie opened her mouth, but closed it. It hadn’t been the response she expected. 

Jax grabbed her chin and tilted her head to the side, noting the red mark on her cheek. 

“He do that to your face?” 

She nodded. “Asshole didn’t even have the decency to punch me. Little bitch slaps like a fucking girl.” 

Jax pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. 

Sophie released a deep breath. “Look, I know there are rules or whatever for the girls at these things, and I tried to get him to stop. If he’d just been drunk and handsy and left when I said no, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. But he followed me. I moved away, walked back to where Chibs and Tig were sitting, but he kept following me. No one touches me without my permission, Jax. No one.” 

He nodded. “No one should be touching you. I’m gonna go deal with that, and you’re going to stay with Chibs and Opie while I deal with it.” 

“Jax - ”

He narrowed his eyes. “I’m gonna deal with it, Sophie.” 

Searching his face, she saw the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw ticked. She nodded. “Make him bleed.” 

With a smile, Jax pulled back from where he’d crowded Sophie into the wall. “As you wish, darlin’.” 

Taking her hand, Jax led them back over to the table. By now, the boxers in the ring had stopped, and a large crowd gathered to where Opie still had Shepard restrained. 

“Jax?” Tig asked, a hopeful expression on his face.

Jax pulled Sophie closer to him, arm wrapped around her in a clearly possessive gesture. 

“He’s gonna pay for that bruise on my girl’s face.” 

“You’re choosing some croweater over me?” Shepard asked, voice incredulous. 

Jax tightened his grip on Sophie in warning. She forced herself to relax knowing he needed to handle this himself. Later, she’d have him explain the hierarchy of this whole thing to her. 

“She look like a croweater to you?” Tig asked, sounding actually curious. “Does she act like one? Use your brain, man.” 

Shaking his head, Jax glanced up at Opie. “Tape him up.” Turning to Tig, he grinned. “Take bets, boys.” 

Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Tig placed a hand on his chest. “Love you, man.” 

Chibs handed Sophie a roll of tape. “Get him ready, lass.” 

Nodding, she turned to Jax and pointed to the picnic table. “Sit.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

She swatted at his arm. “I’m not an officer, but I might let you salute me later.” 

As Jax tugged his shirt over his head, she swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. He caught her watching and winked. 

“What the hell’s going on?”

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw an older man with a gray beard and a cigar in his mouth walking over to them. “I’m teaching the prospect a lesson about touching things that don’t belong to him.”  

Sophie wanted to snort because honestly, who the fuck said shit like that? Still, she enjoyed the way Jax’s voice went low and deep. She focused on wrapping his hands, making sure the tape would do its job to protect his hands. 

“Clay, this is Sophie, Sophie, this is Clay.” 

She smiled over her shoulder at him. “I’d shake your hand, but they’re a bit busy at the moment, but it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

She heard Clay’s deep chuckle behind her. “Likewise.” 

“What’s going on?”

Sophie recognized Gemma’s voice. 

“Jax is gonna teach the prospects a little bit of a lesson tonight.” 

Even with her back to the woman, Sophie could feel the deep frown on Gemma’s face. Sophie finished wrapping Jax’s hands. Pulling back a bit she motioned for him to hold his hands out. 

“Test it.” 

She watched the way his hands moved as he flexed his hands. Nodding, she smoothed her fingers across the edges of the tape. 

“Looks good.” 

“You’ve done this before.” 

Sophie winked. “Once or twice.” 

Standing from the table, he walked over to the ring, Sophie on his heels. Before entering the ring, he turned and wrapped Sophie into his arms and kissed her like it was his dying wish. When he released her, she staggered back a couple of steps before she felt a gentle hand against her back. 

Glazing over her shoulder she smiled at Opie as he steadied her. 

“He likes you.” 

Sophie nodded. “You got that impression, too?”

“Yeah, it’s good to see him happy.”

The bald guy who’d been fighting earlier in the night entered the ring and gestured for both fighters to approach. 

“Let the ass-kicking begin.” 

He’d barely moved out of the way before Jax lunged at Shepard. She wanted to wince at the sound his fist made against the man’s face, but she couldn’t muster enough sympathy for it. Jax fought like a man possessed. Unlike the earlier fight, this was clearly not for entertainment. Seemed as though Jax decided to work out a few of his demons on Shepard. After a brutal combination of hits, Shepard managed to knock Jax back with a lucky southpaw. Sophie saw the grin on Jax’s face. Watched the sweat slide down his torso, noted the small cut on his eyebrow. Most of Shepard’s face was littered with bruising, and small cuts. Both men had blood on the tape on their hands. When Jax had Shepard on the mats, she grew concerned. He’d clearly won the fight, but if he kept going - 

“He’s gonna kill him.” 

“Happy won’t let that happen,” Opie responded. 

Sophie startled, not realizing she’d spoken out loud. Instead, she nodded dumbly, eyes fixed on the fight. It wasn’t that she held Shepard’s life as sacred or anything, but she didn't want Jax to commit murder in front of this many witnesses. Just when she was going to step in and put an end to it, she saw Happy pull Jax off the now unmoving body beneath him. She couldn't make out what he said, but he whispered something in Jax’s ear that had him relaxing. 

Around her, the crowd went wild with cheers, and many slapped Jax on the back as he left the ring, swagger in his step. She grinned as he closed in on her. 

“Hey, champ.” 

He smiled at her before turning to Clay, face serious. “He’s out. I’ll never vote that piece of shit into my club.” 

Clay took a puff from the cigar in his mouth before nodding, a pleased sort of pride in his eyes as he looked at Jax. “Whatever you say, VP.” 

Jax nodded. 

Clay looked at Sophie, something unreadable in his eyes. “Get him cleaned up.” 

Sophie nodded, knowing something important had just transpired, but without understanding the rules, she didn’t know exactly what. Whatever it was, she thought it was good. Jax swung his arm across Sophie’s shoulders and led them into the clubhouse. They maneuvered around couples in various states of sex before moving down a hallway in the back. He led her into a room that smelled like him, and looked as though no one had ever taught him how to clean. 

“Sit.” 

“You like giving me orders.” 

Sophie grinned. “Occupational habit.” 

She walked into the adjoining bathroom and soaked a washcloth in warm water before coming back into the room. As she’d asked, Jax sat on the bed, eyes hooded as he watched her move towards him. He spread his knees in invitation. Grinning, she moved to stand in front of him, and he brought his hands to rest on her hips. Letting him enjoy the feel of her body beneath his hands, she began to wipe the blood from his face. He hissed when she pressed against the cut at his eyebrow, but didn’t make a move to stop her. Quickly clearing the rest of the blood and the sweat from his face, she threw the towel to the ground before sinking her hands into his hair and tilting his head back. Unsure who moved first, their lips crashed together as his hands moved to lift her onto his lap. 

Sophie moaned into his mouth, loving the way his arms felt wrapped around her. Again, she thought this was all too fast, but when his fingers snuck under the hem of her shirt and began to lift it from her body, she quickly pushed the thought from her mind. Even if it was too fast, too soon - it was also too late. Might as well enjoy it before the other shoe dropped. Breaking apart so Jax could pull her shirt over her head, Sophie looked down at him, loved knowing she’d put that look on his face - the one that told her she was the only thing in the world that mattered to him in that moment. Before he could pull her bra off, she took his hands in hers. 

Kissing his tape-covered knuckles, she met his eyes. “Let me.” 

He nodded. Keeping her eyes on his, she slid from the bed onto the floor to kneel in front of him. She saw the way Jax’s throat worked as he swallowed, eyes dark with desire. Carefully, Sophie began to unwind the tape from his left hand. When it was free of tape, Jax moved to touch her, but she held a hand out, mock frown on her face. He pouted but offered her his right hand. She removed the tape more quickly this time. 

“You should ice them. Tape did a good job, but you really went to town on his face. Nothing’s gonna keep you from swelling and being sore tomorrow.” 

“Later.” 

“Jax - ”

“Later.” 

He hauled her up onto the bed and moved them towards the headboard, settling her against his body. Jax’s fingers teased up the exposed skin of her spine.

“Not packing?”

Sophie chuckled. “Always. Ankle holster. I was kinda hoping this blonde biker would want to wrap his arms around me. Didn’t want anything getting in the way.” 

Jax kissed her. She reveled in the feel of his skin against hers. The sweat on his torso cool between their bodies as she writhed on top of him. As his fingers once more reached for the clasp on her bra, a knock at the door drew them apart. 

“Zip it up,” Opie called through the door. “Bobby’s here. Clay wants you outside.” 

She felt Jax’s sigh as he threw his head back against the pillow. She muffled a laugh against his chest before pressing a kiss to his skin. 

“Gotta do what the boss says.” 

“Clay can fuck off.” 

Sophie laughed. “Come on. You and I both know they’ll just send someone else, and Tig doesn’t seem like the knock politely type.” 

Jax groaned. “Picked up on that?” 

Sophie slanted him a look. “Yeah, he’s real subtle.” 

Figuring he’d not get up on his own, she rolled from the bed and looked around for her shirt. Glancing over at Jax, he stood from the bed and ran a hand through his hair as he walked into the bathroom. She realized he didn’t have a shirt with him. 

“You keep spare clothes here?” 

“Yeah. Should be a clean shirt in the dresser.” 

She opened the drawers until she found the right one; she pulled out a white shirt with SAMCRO screen printed on it. Pulling it to her nose, she sniffed it just to be sure. It smelled like him, and, thankfully, it also smelled clean. When he came out, she tossed it at him and ignored how domestic the whole moment felt. Too much. Too soon. Too easy. 

“You coming?” Jax asked as he stood at the door. 

Sophie picked up her shirt. “I’ll meet you out there.” She paused and pointed at him. “Someone got blood on my shirt.” 

“Just grab one of mine, babe.” 

“Thanks. I’m still gonna see if I can get the blood out of this one. Go on. I’ll be fine.” 

Jax nodded. He stepped to her and kissed her gently before leaving the room. Sophie sighed and shook her head. Had Olivia felt like this? In the early days with Michael, had she been this overwhelmed? They’d met while Sophie had been deployed, and when she made it home, they were already pretty established. Even though Michael understood Olivia had been holding back, waiting for Sophie to meet him. He’d joked about being more nervous meeting her than he had been their parents. She’d just grinned because while her parents could be intimidating, Sophie could’ve killed him and he’d never have heard the bullet. 

Making her way into the bathroom, she glanced down at the shirt. It was a lost cause, and she hated washing blood out of things. Better just to burn it and move on, but she also hated shopping for clothes - especially without Olivia here to go with her, or more specifically to make her go at all. 

“Fuck it.” 

Sophie tossed the shirt in the trash can she saw under the sink before walking back to the dresser. She pulled another one of Jax’s shirts from the drawer. This one was dark blue with SONS screen printed across the front. Sliding it over her head, she sucked in a deep breath, loving the way the shirt smelled. After all the posturing outside, she should feel something she thought. Some sort of feminist bullshit about belonging to a man, but she didn’t because the feeling didn’t suck. 

Closing the door behind her, she walked down the hallway towards the main room of the clubhouse. She saw Gemma at the bar. Sophie watched her eyes widen ever so slightly before her lips pursed into a thin line. Maybe wearing Jax’s shirt wasn’t such a good idea. It wouldn't have been the first time she’d wandered around with someone else’s blood staining her clothes.

“Still haven’t worked out what you’re doing here,” Gemma began as she pulled the tops off of two beers. 

Sophie took the hint and moved to the counter. Taking the offered beer, she saluted with the neck before taking a swallow. 

“You’re clearly not one of them - ” Gemma gestured to the various women scattered around the room having what appeared to be a good time with the available men. “Even without his crow you act like his Old Lady and you don’t even know it.” 

Setting the beer down, Sophie met Gemma’s gaze. “I’m not gonna sit here and insult you by pretending I understood the details of what you just told me, but I know a hierarchy when I see one. Regardless of what position I do or don’t hold on it - no one has a free pass to my body unless I want them to. That’s not what I came here for.”

“Seemed just fine with my son having a free pass to your body.” 

Sophie smirked. “He’s got good hands.” 

Gemma smirked. “I think you’ll be just fine, but you might want to avoid punching any more guys in kuttes.”

Sophie held her hands out. “So long as they keep their hands to themselves, we have no problems.” 

“This club,” Gemma said. “It’s Jackson’s life. It’s in his blood.” 

Sophie frowned. “I know. But, it’s been like a week. Don’t be picking out China patterns just yet. What I feel for him it’s intense, but it’s also new.”

Gemma lit a cigarette. “Does it scare you?” 

“Of course it does. Scares the shit out of me,” Sophie answered. “It’s real.”

Part 6

Master List

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

chapter 4

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: warnings: swearing, divorce, suggestive jokes, Roman makes self deprecating jokes (mostly about his weight and money situation), smoking 

I changed out of the clothes I’d been wearing at work, trying to decide if I had enough time to shower before Roman took me to dinner. For some reason, I was more nervous for this than our first date or meeting his girls. Jumping into the shower, I quickly tried to follow my routine with shaking hands. I had just finished getting dressed when there was a knock on my door.

“hey.” Roman greeting, smile on his face and flowers in his hand. “Wow. You look great.” I smiled at him and took the flowers. Roman grimaced slightly. “Not that you don’t always look great but something about how you look tonight…” he trailed off as he followed me into my living room. “I’m shutting up now.” He rubbed the back of his neck as I put the flowers in a vase. My hands shook as I tried to fill it with water.

“Thanks.” I murmured. Roman noticed my hands shaking and came over, gently taking the flowers and vase from me. He put the flowers in the vase and set them on the counter before turning towards me and covering my hands. I chuckled and shook my head. “I’m nervous. I don’t know why. But I’m nervous.” I admitted, looking at him sadly.

“I am too.” He admitted. “We’ve already had a first date. You’ve met my kids. There’s no reason for either of us to be nervous.”

“I guess there’s something in the air.” I suggested. Roman chuckled, bringing my hands up to kiss my knuckles before pressing my hands against his chest, thumbs rubbing over the backs of them.

“maybe.” He agreed. “But I’m glad I’m not the only one nervous.” We both laughed and Roman held my hands out to our sides. “Seriously. Wow.” He said, looking down at what I was wearing. I laughed again and looked him over.

“not bad yourself Roman.” I said. Roman blushed slightly and looked away. “You look really good. I mean it.” Roman smiled softly at me as he wrapped one of my hands around his arm.

“Come on. Before we miss the reservation.” He said. I smiled at him as he led me out of my apartment and down the hall. He held the car door open for me and smiled at me as I got settled.

“So what did the girls think?” I asked, dying to kill the silence. Roman made a noise and glanced over at me. “About the exhibit. When you guys left, it sounded like they’d had a lot of fun.”

“oh they loved it.” Roman said, smile breaking out. “Especially the mummy. They had a bunch of questions. I didn’t have the answers so if it isn’t too much…” I laughed as Romans expression turned sheepish.

“I can answer them for you.” I said with a smile. “I’m glad they had fun and learned something. Makes me feel like I’m actually doing something over there.” Roman smiled.

“You are. Even if you don’t think it.” He said, reaching over and squeezing my leg. “You’re the first person they see when they walk in. When you’re excited about what they can see, they get excited about actually seeing it. You and Eric have something special that half those people don’t have over there. Actual love for the things you’re tasked with preserving and showing off. That’s rare. So never doubt that you aren’t doing something (Y/N) because I swear to god you are.” I felt my cheeks heat up and I ducked my head at the compliment. “Besides, if you can teach my kids something then you’re doing the best damn job ever.” I bit my lip to stop from smiling.

“thank you.” I murmured as Roman pulled in a parking lot. “Chez Paul?” I asked as I looked at the sign. My hands started to shake at the thought of how much this was going to cost. “It’s expensive.”

“yeah.” Roman nodded, staring at the sign too. “But I mean, I wanted to treat you. Anything you want. I’m paying.” I looked at Roman, taking in the slightly scared look on his face.

“Roman.” I said quietly. I reached over and squeezed his hand. “Can you even afford this? I thought you lost most of your money.” Roman nodded.

“I’ve had some saved up.” He said. “This is a good use for it.” I shook my head.

“save that money for the girls Roman.” I pleaded. “Don’t do this. We can go somewhere else." Roman looked over at me and frowned.

"They'll have enough money. I do split the money between things I want to do and things for the girls." He said. "We can do this." He waved out the windshield at the restaurant.

"Roman. I don't need a fancy dinner! We can go somewhere like Hard Rock Cafe or I don't know. Lou Malnati's." I said. “I just want to spend the night with you. Hell we could go get ice cream again if it meant I got to spend time with you!” Roman looked at me, chewing his bottom lip.

“you mean it?” He asked, eyes roaming my face. I nodded, settling against the seat again. I reached over and cupped his cheek.

“Roman I just need you.” I said softly. He nodded, taking my wrist and holding my hand in place as he kissed my palm.

“ok.” He whispered. “Ok. Hard rock is closer. Let’s go.” Roman squeezed my wrist before pulling out and driving down the street. “I’m sorry.”

“don’t be. We never said what we want to do or where we want to go.” I said. “You couldn’t know. I couldn’t know. But in the future…”

“no expensive places.” Roman laughed. "Got it." I rolled my eyes as we pulled into the parking lot at the Hard Rock Cafe. Roman got out of the car and ran around to get my door, offering me his arm when I got out. We walked in and Roman smiled at the way he had to tug me along since I was unable to tear my gaze off the walls. He pulled his arm away from me, making me look over at him confused. Instead, he grabbed my hand and gently pulled me behind him as we followed the waiter to a table. I smiled softly at him as I continued to look around. "Maybe this wasn't a great idea either." Roman teased as he gently pushed on my shoulder to get me to sit down at the table.

"Huh?" I asked, finally turning my attention back to him. Roman chuckled and shook his head. He sat down across from me and smiled.

"Too much?" He asked, gesturing to the walls. "Don't know where to look?" I nodded, a sheepish smile on my face. Roman nodded, reaching over to squeeze my hand. He winked at me before turning towards the menu. I noticed his expression fall a little bit before he smiled at me. “Remember. Anything you want.” I nodded, eyes narrowing slightly as he turned back towards the menu. The waiter came back and took our orders. I bit my lip when Roman ordered the cheapest thing he could get away with. But I kept my mouth shut. I ordered and looked around the restaurant again.

“if you want you can get up and look around.” The waiter said, noticing I kept looking around. “We just ask you don’t disturb the other tables. I can find you when your food is about to come out.” Roman smiled and nodded.

“thanks.” He said, standing up. The waiter headed off to put our order in and Roman offered me his hand. “Come on.” I took his hand and interlaced our fingers. “You seem to know more about this stuff than they do.” He said softly. I paused then nodded.

“I grew up with music. It was always playing. And I just…I’m naturally curious. So I just kept looking things up.” I said, pausing in front of the buddy guy guitar. “Some of these guys are legends. And everyone is forgetting them.” Roman followed my gaze to the blue guitar.

“who’s he?” I blinked over at him. “What?”

“buddy guy?” I asked. Roman nodded. “You don’t know who buddy guy is?” He shook his head.

“why? Should I?” He asked. I stared at him for a second before turning back to the guitar. When I turned back to Roman, I tilted my head at him.

“you…how…haven’t you lived in Chicago your whole life?” Roman nodded and I frowned at him. “He’s…what the hell roman? Buddy guy is like the most well known blues musician in the city. He’s got a blues club and he inspired Jimi Hendrix and countless others. Roman he’s a legend!” Roman shrugged. “Holy crap Roman! I dont…wow…” I trailed off, staring at him.

“guess you’re just gonna have to teach me then.” He said with a smile. I laughed and shook my head.

“yeah. I guess so.” I agreed. Roman gently tugged me along, heading back to our seats when he caught sight of the waiter heading over. “So what do you listen to then? If you have no idea who buddy guy is.” Roman chuckled.

“Bruce Springsteen. Alice cooper. People like that.” Roman shrugged, cutting his burger in half. I did the same and raised an eyebrow.

“heavy stuff.” I said. “Alright. Bon jovi?” Roman nodded. “The police?”

“not really.” He shook his head. “And if you know these bands, I’m guessing you listen to them too.” I nodded.

“I listen to a little bit of everything honestly.” I said, starting to eat. Roman nodded.

“that honestly fits.” He said. I smiled at him and shrugged. “Alright. What kind of movies do you watch?”

“Pretty much anything except romance. There’s only one or two romantic comedies I actually like.” I shrugged. “I really like those John Hughes movies though.”

“I do too. Kate laughed at me for it.” Roman said, sad smile on his face. “That kid uh with the car…” he trailed off, looking to the side trying to remember the name.

“the Ferrari?” I asked. Roman nodded. “Ferris bueller?”

“yeah.” He smiled. “My favorite one was always the detention one. Always like that chick in pink.” I rolled my eyes.

“I liked the guy in flannel.” I leaned back in my chair, taking a sip from my drink. Romans eyebrow went up. I nodded and laughed. “Anyway. What about the girls? What do you like watching with them?” Roman smiled and wiped his mouth. I put my silverware on my plate and pushed it away.

“Disney.” Roman shrugged. “I’m going to show them Star Wars soon. Uh we’ll watch reruns of the Addams family. Well Chet recorded them and we watch the recordings.” He chuckled. “Sometimes we watch old Saturday night live skits. Just…” he shook his head and smiled. “Just the appropriate ones.” I smiled and propped my chin on my hand.

“that sounds sweet.” I said. Roman blushed. “I bet they love that.” Roman nodded.

“there isn’t a hell of a lot I can do with them right now. Between Kate and just being short on money,” Roman looked at his plate. “If Kate isn’t telling me to lose weight cuz I’m fucking fat she’s telling me that I don’t deserve to be around the girls as much as I am. That I can’t give them anything. And she’s right. I don’t have much to give them. But those hours in front of the tv…” Roman shook his head. “They curl up on me and just lay there and watch with me. I…I can’t think of any way to spend my time with them.” He finally looked up at me and blushed even more when he saw me smiling softly at him.

“I couldn’t think of any better way either.” I said softly. “That actually sounds like a perfect night in if I’m being honest.” Roman smirked at me.

“you think so?” He asked. I nodded. “I’ll remember that.”

“just saying i enjoy that stuff too. I wouldn’t complain.” The waiter came by with the receipt and Roman got out his wallet to pay. I bit my lip as he left a generous tip and waved the waiter off. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you ordering the cheapest thing on the menu.” I said as Roman offered me his hand. His eyes went wide and he looked away. “Gift shop. Now.” Nodding, Roman let me lead him over to the small gift shop.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to…” I turned towards him.

“Roman, I am buying you something. And I’m buying something cute for the girls. You can argue. Or you can help me pick something out.” I said, letting go of his hand and crossing my arms over my chest. Roman gulped and looked away.

“Mara would probably love the drum sticks but I don’t think Kate would.” Roman said, chewing on his bottom lip. “And as much as I’d like to get her back for the comments…” he turned back towards me and shrugged.

“Alright.” I laughed. “That would probably give us away too so let’s not. What about something they can keep at yours?” I hugged his arm and rested my chin on his shoulder.

“Cara would love this bear.” Roman said, picking up the stuffed bear. It had the skyline with the Hard Rock Cafe logo on it. I smiled and nodded.

“Bear it is.” I agreed. “So drum sticks are a no…” Roman gave me a look. “Yeah I know it’s for your place but trust me. I gave my parents grief with a pair so it’s still a not great idea.”

“aren’t you full of surprises?” Roman teased.

“I have a guitar now so maybe maybe not.” I shot back with a wink. Roman gulped again and turned away from me. I giggled and walked around the shop. “What about the mini guitar?” I suggested. Roman joined me and nodded.

“yeah. She’d like that.” He found one with a nice design and then looked around the shop. “And you’re gonna ask what I want now.” I nodded.

“anything you want.” I said, squeezing his arm. The back of my hand brushed his side and Roman tensed for a second before relaxing.

“Anything?” Roman asked, smirking over at me. He snuck his hand around my waist and squeezed my hip. “Anything in the gift shop I want?” He leaned his head against mine and I laughed.

“Roman!” I put my hand on his chest and his eyes dropped to my lips. “Behave!” He pulled away after a second. I shook my head and turned back towards the counter. The girl behind the counter smiled at me.

“Looks like you got pretty lucky.” She said. I blushed. “I wish my boyfriend looked at me the way he looks at you.”

“new relationship.” I explained. “It’s our second date.” She nodded and turned to ring up someone else. My eyes roamed over the collection of pins before I headed over to the rack of hoodies. I looked over at Roman and saw him looking between the guitars and the amps. I furrowed my eyebrows before shaking my head and browsing the hoodies. I found one I liked and pulled it off the rack. Draping it over my arm, I headed over by Roman. “Thinking of getting into it?” I asked. Roman gulped and shook his head.

“no. I uh well.” He laughed and ducked his head. “It’s stupid. You live in the same building as me.” I put my hand on his arm and smiled.

“you were gonna get am amp for your apartment for me?” I asked. Roman nodded. “Oh Roman.” I hugged him and put my head on his shoulder. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever wanted to do for me.” Roman blushed as he hugged me back.

“I…well…I…” he stuttered, head on my shoulder. “It did seem kind of silly to ask you to buy me an amp that I was just going to turn around and give to you.” He chuckled. I pulled away and smiled at him.

“it is. But I still think it’s sweet.” I said. “You pick what you want yet? Seriously.” Roman shook his head.

“I have what I want.” He said, squeezing my waist. “Stuff for the girls and an amazing partner. I don’t need something physical from you.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “A…something…ah shut up.” Roman laughed. He kept his arm around my waist as we walked back to the register. As we passed the pin display, I grabbed a heart shaped pin. We put everything on the counter and I paid. Roman tried to peek at the total but I stepped in front of him to hide it. We kept laughing about it as we headed back to his car.

“I had a really good time.” I said, digging my hoodie out of the bag and discreetly pocketing the pin. “It was fun.” Roman nodded.

“so I take it a third date is on the table?” I nodded with a smile.

“it is.” I agreed. “How about I cook for you this time?” Roman blushed and nodded. “Tomorrow work for you?”

“I work the late shift at the diner. Next day?” He asked.

“I’m going to one of Eric’s gigs.” I frowned. “Wait. Unless you want to come with?”

“sure.” Roman said. “Give me a chance to actually meet your friends.” I smiled.

“great! So I’ll come get you at 5. We can grab something to eat and head to the gig.” Roman nodded.

“sounds like a plan to me.” He kissed my cheek and headed into his apartment. I rubbed my thumb over the pin and went to call Shelly to let her know I would bring Roman to the gig.

[hughiecampbelle]

Succession Preference: Baby Listening To Screamo

A/N: I love screamo music, especially female screamo. I feel like Baby Roy would, too, just like blasting it in their headphones/room/any car they're in, lol. I think it would definitely be jarring for their siblings to say the least 😂 Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Connor can't believe what he's listening to. Is this what's considered music these days? You turn it up as loud as possible, screaming along. He doesn't want to be rude, but he absolutely fucking hates it. He very kindly suggests maybe you should put on your headphones instead, but you're not understanding what he means. It isn't until a few weeks later when you're blasting it through the apartment do you realize he's cringing. He questions why you like, what you like about it, if there's anything to like at all. You just shrug. It scratches an itch in your brain. It feels good to be angry, to scream. He doesn't like a swearing or any of the sexual innuendos either. He doesn't think you should be listening to any of this despite being a grown adult capable of your own decisions. He thinks Logan should be monitoring this, but you remind him it's just music. That's all. Nothing to get worked up about, definitely not something to drag your father into.

Kendall thinks it's hilarious. He's not sure how or when you got into screamo, but it's great. Fitting, really. No one would ever expect it. The first time he hears it and sees how much joy it brings you, he can't stop smiling. Surely every time you're in your room and blasting it you're slowly killing your father. It blasts through the walls of the apartment, annoying the hell out of Logan. He orders you to turn it down, but there's no way you can hear him. Kendall can't help but smile. Out of all of you, you definitely give Logan the hardest time. He's older now, not as scary as when him and the others were kids. He definitely asks what you're listening to, what artists you like, just to see the joy spread across your expression when you talk. From what he heard from Connor, he thought it was like, devil-worshiping-satanist music. This stuff is harmless, just angry. Everyone feels angry. You need to get it out somehow. This is far better than any coping mechanism he has.

Shiv doesn't consider it music at all. She doesn't consider what Kendall listens to as music either, so it's nothing personal. She doesn't stop you from listening to it or tattles on you to Logan like Connor would, but you definitely know to use headphones around her. When you don't have them, you have no choice but to play it out loud. When you share a car she pretends she doesn't hear it, though you swear you see her mumbling along to it. Tom hates it. He's constantly turning it down, and then you turn it up, and then you argue. Regardless of how she feels, she always takes your side. She doesn't understand what's so appealing about it, why you like it, or how the hell you get away with it with your father around, but she's not going to stop you. You've had a mind of your own since you could talk. No one was going to forbid you from doing anything you wanted, especially listening to your music. It's not her taste, but she admit's some of very specific songs are a teensy bit catchy. You'll take it.

Roman, quite frankly, eggs you on. He doesn't care what you do or listen to as long as it's annoying to everyone else. The fact that it brings you so much joy is just an added bonus. He always lets you play your music in the car or jet, on any speakers at a party, etc. He likes it. He likes the anger. At first it used to make him jump, make him flinch, but the more he got used to it, the more he likes it. Now he can guess right almost all your songs. He likes that it makes Connor squirm. Come on Old Man, like you wouldn't have listened this in your younger years. No, I don't think I would have. He loves to see the look on Marcia's face when it vibrates through the apartment. When she urges him to tell you to turn it down, he just goes into your room and gives you a thumbs up. They're out of control. Won't even listen to me. Me! Of all people! She just rolls her eyes, realizing it was no use. Does he like your music? It's not really for him. Does he like the reaction it gets? Of course he does. They hate it and you love it.

[lookismfanfics]

HELLO can you PLEASE write a fluff for Jason yoon i love your works btw 😊💋🫶

yes

𝐂𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

G/N Reader Notes: I’ll die for Jason. He’s my roman empire. Anyway- some fem pronouns mighta slipped in there! Fluff... sorta!

Jason Yoon- the average-height drink of water that usually glues himself to someone else’s side. Anyone’s side… except for yours… it seems. Dark, brooding, intelligent; Jason could be found hovering around Jake Kim, rolling his eyes at the boss’ stubbornness and ill-timed humor. When he wasn’t with Jake then he was with Brad Lee; the two of them would walk wherever and whenever they wanted. Jason wasn’t even an extrovert… and yet you always saw him in the company of someone else. Well, actually, maybe he was an extrovert. Either way, he seemed to keep away from you. It was bothersome really. Jason had an attractive, captivating personality. A little brash sometimes, quiet and intuitive, but also stupid and hotheaded. He was a piece of work, honestly. Besides that… all he seemed to do was Taekwondo. You had nothing against it initially, but after a while it became the most attractive thing on the face of the planet.

That dark, sharply-angled glass of water… that stalky hunk, that mass of eye candy, never seemed to bat an eye in your direction. It’s not that you wanted his constant affection… but it was true that you hung around Big Deal more often than most. You were even considered friends with a majority of the highest ranking members. You weren’t overly attracted to any of them though. I mean… they were nice… but…

You sat on the stairs outside of a flower shop. Leaning against your knees, hands cupping your face, and feeling a little drowsy. It’s been thirty minutes since you arrived today to the street. Not very long. Half of that time you’ve spent here. On the stairs. Eavesdropping.

Honestly how can you not eavesdrop? The boss is washing his junky car, and his idiot goons (affectionate) are helping him. Lots of drama is bound to ensue.

At present Lineman and Jason are bickering about… the mental capacity of the other. You sit there, listening to them banter back and forth. While you admit, it’s not easy to tire from listening to Jason’s voice, or Lineman’s for that matter, it’s getting a little excessive. Especially when you try to interject and defend Lineman (who you’re pretty close to), only to have your words snuffed out.

Not glance your direction; not even a hint of acknowledging your words. At this point you’ve given up. You just watch as the two talk back and forth. “Don’t use the rough side of the sponge you idiot-”

“There’s no wrong side of the sponge! Look… they’re both soft-"

You sigh and refrain from smiling, watching as Lineman sheepishly realizes Jason was, once again, correct.

“Good try Lineman,” you chuckle. He turns to you with a slightly embarrassed smile. Jason, sure enough, ignores you again. He plows right on with a playful insult (at least it sounds more playful).

You furrow your brows slightly. You’re little hurt, actually. You understand, you can’t be friends with everyone. You’re probably not going to ever pluck up the courage to confess to him. Chances of ever being a couple are near zero. But still… something about him is starting to bug you. The hose nearby has fallen limp to the floor as the boys scrubs suds onto the car. You notice it’s still on.

Jason swats Lineman’s hand away as he begins invading his side of the car to wash. He shakes his head and tries not to smile, and succeeds. Lineman gawks, “What?”

“You missed some spots over there. Look-”

“(Y/N) might stare if you bend over…” Lineman mutters.

Jason whacks him with his soppy washcloth, glaring. Like he cares. He continues washing the left door of the car, shooting Lineman tiny glares when he can. “Hey Jason, d’ya think L-”

SQUIRT.

The entire side of the car is suddenly drenched in water. Including Jason. Lineman jumps backwards in surprise, staring down at his sopping wet arms and then back towards the car. The water turns off and drips from the hose, which then clatters to the floor as you awkwardly retreat.

Jason (and Lineman…. And Jerry now too-) stare back at you, exasperated and confused. Number Three stars to form a bitter glare, dropping the cleaning supplies and beginning to stalk towards you.

You take a couple steps backward, “Just… stop being such a jerk.”

You’ll admit… he was actually kinda… when he was all wet…

Arms wrap around your waist and you’re hoisted off the ground, carried and forced against the car… drenched in water yourself by Lineman and Jerry as Jason holds you in place.

Your sides hurt from laughing by the time they’re finished… and all you mind can think of is that Jason’s actually being chill for once.

Lineman turns off the hose, letting the water drip off to the side and grinning at your sopping wet selves. Jerry pats your head politely while you and Jason begin ringing out your clothes.

“I’m not a jerk,” Jason says.

“…Hey-! So soaking me out of spite isn’t jerky behavior?”

Jake calls from the opposite side of the car.

“He’s just being petty!”

[fangirlwriting-stories]

They Say You Can't Fight Fate (I Say Fucking Watch Me)

Chapter One

Chapter Two:

Roman and Remus were both experts at cheating the system by now.  Roman showed up here often enough that he was trusted to take Remus out on day trips sometimes.  They didn’t happen nearly as often as Remus liked, but they happened every now and then.  They’d gone to rage rooms and carnivals and on long drives through the countryside.  The memories were some of Remus’ happiest.

Roman told the people in charge of Remus’ care that he wanted to take him out on their birthday the next month, to get Remus a cake he could shove his face into (that part was actually true.  Remus had always wanted to do that during a year when he could remember it instead of just as a one-year-old, which he could not remember and was therefore completely unfair).

They gave him the go-ahead, and it was like a weight suddenly lifted from Remus’ shoulders.  Suddenly nothing was so bad, because all of this absolute bullshit had an end date.  Remus made sure not to show his relief, but holy shit did he feel it.

When the day arrived, they gave Remus a set of normal clothes and a day pass, and Roman showed up as soon as visiting hours started.

Remus wasn’t quite sure what to feel as he was walking towards Roman’s car.  The whole world seemed slightly off kilter somehow, as if someone had boxed Remus on the ears and now they were ringing.

As the car came into view Remus felt a gentle hand on his arm.

He turned to see Roman mouthing his name— no, wait, he was talking.  Okay, maybe the ringing ears were actually happening.

Remus shook his head, trying to clear it.  “What?” he asked.  His voice sounded like he was underwater.

Roman looked at him for another minute, and then just shook his head, took Remus’ arm, and pulled them both towards the car.

Remus stared out the window as they drove away, at the building getting smaller and smaller behind them.  Was he really never going to see it again?

Roman’s hand on his arm again finally snapped his brain back to reality, and Remus glanced over at him.

Roman was looking at the road, but the concern was still obvious on his face.  “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I don’t know how to exist outside that fucking place, Roman,” Remus said weakly.

“It’s okay,” Roman said, squeezing his arm.  “I’ll help you figure it out.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Remus asked, turning in his seat to look at him more directly.

“A little late to be asking that, isn’t it?” Roman asked.

“Well, no, not really.  We could just go get a cake and you could take me—” Remus stopped and swallowed the words, unable to say it.

Roman gave him a look.  “Yeah, sure I could,” he said.  “You’d be fine.”

“But you’re giving up your life,” Remus said, looking back out the window.  “Mom and Dad, your future, your friends.”

“What friends?  You’re my friend.”

Remus turned to stare at Roman again.  “What, are you telling me you don’t have any friends?”

Roman’s hands tightened around the wheel.  “No one could figure out how to stop making fun of you long enough to make a good impression.”

Remus kept staring at him.

“I do not want,” Roman said firmly.  “Anything this stupid town gives me.  And more than that, I don’t want to stay here if it means I might lose you.  The only thing this place has ever done for me is make me feel worthless, and then it took away the one person who didn’t make me feel that way.  Why would I want to stay here a second longer than I have to either?”

Remus reached across himself with his free arm and squeezed Roman’s hand.  “You’re not worthless,” he said quietly.

“Maybe,” Roman said.  “But I do know that I’m never gonna find out if I stick around here and keep waiting for things to change.  I’m tired of letting other people tell me what to do.  Especially when it comes to you.  So let’s go shove our face in a cake and then we’re gonna head west until the car gives out.  Sound good to you?”

Remus took all that in for a second and nodded, looking back out the window.  Even though he couldn’t see the mental hospital in the rear view mirror anymore, it still didn’t feel real.

Roman drove through town, which looked different from the last time Remus had seen it a couple years ago.  The ice cream shop was closed down in favor of the Dairy Queen that had moved in, which was just the worst.  The school was shabbier, with still no repairs in sight.  Their house, that Roman drove by once for the heck of it but Remus barely remembered, looked the same as it apparently always did.

(Roman slowed as they approached the house, and asked Remus if he wanted to say goodbye to their parents.  Remus flipped off the house, said “There, said it,” and then they drove on.  The experience did remind Roman to turn off his Find My Phone app though, so their parents were good for one minuscule thing after all.)

They stopped at the cake shop, where the baker waved at Roman as he walked in and disappeared into the back, likely to get the cake.  Roman must have set this up beforehand.

He reappeared with a simple cake, since obviously Roman couldn’t tip anyone off what they were planning.  So it just said “Happy Birthday To Us!”  It was a sheet cake long enough for the two of them both to fit alongside, so Remus lined up next to Roman, the two of them shared a grin, and then shoved their faces into the cake.

The baker sighed, seeming a tad irritated, but Remus stuck his tongue out into the section his head was in and managed to get a couple bites of cake down.

He pulled his head up to a universe covered in cake and very difficult to see.  His face was covered in cake and frosting, and he tried as best he could to lick it off, laughing at Roman standing next to him doing the same.

The baker passed them both a couple of towels, and they both used it to wipe a decent amount of cake off of their faces, though Remus still managed to eat some of it.

“There’s a bathroom in the back,” the baker said with a sigh, picking up the ruined cake that Remus got the feeling he didn’t like having ruined and carrying it into the back, followed by Roman and Remus.

They both headed into the bathroom he directed them to, and Remus used the towel and the sink to wipe off the rest of his face and hair.

“How is he in the cake business if he doesn’t want to make smash cakes?” Remus asked Roman as he stepped back from the sink.

Roman raised his hands in a shrug and started cleaning off his own face.  “Maybe they’re just not a big part of his business.”

“Or maybe he just wants to have his cake and eat it too,” Remus said with a grin.

Roman gave him a deadpan look.  “Dude, come on.  Don’t go for the low-hanging fruit.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Remus said brightly.  “I’ve missed all the opportunities to make terrible jokes that don’t have to do with mental hospitals.  Let me broaden my horizons.”

Roman shook his head, but he was wearing a fond smile, and he didn’t say anything else.

They headed back out to the car, grabbing the real cake Roman had gotten them to eat on the way out, and then Roman drove them back the other direction, towards the edge of town.

Remus watched the houses fly past with a growing grin on his face, and when they finally passed the “Come Back Soon” sign, he rolled down his window and flipped that off too, then stuck his head out the window and screamed, just for the hell of it.

“Careful,” Roman said with a laugh.  “We’ve got a ways to go before they can’t track us with ease, you know!”

In answer, Remus screamed again.

He did climb back into the car after a second though, and beamed out at the signs of the countryside starting to pass them.  Remus couldn’t ever imagine living in a city.  It might have been easier to hide, but Remus was never going to live surrounded by walls ever again.  No walls, none.  He needed space space space.

They drove for three hours before stopping for gas, and Remus didn’t stop smiling once.

“How are we gonna afford gas by the way?” he asked.

In answer, Roman flashed three of their parents’ credit cards, and Remus cackled.  Yes, they’d probably shut them off eventually, but not before they both got far, far away.

They bought a bunch of snacks from the gas station too, and Roman bought two sets of pocket knives.

They got back to the car, but before they headed out again, Roman grabbed Remus’ arm.

“What?” Remus asked.

“Well, you won’t need this any more,” Roman said, and Remus looked down just in time to see him use the pocket knife to cut off his day pass bracelet.

Remus stopped smiling, and looked down at his arm with nothing wrapped around it.  Roman pulled away and drove off without seeming to give it much thought, but Remus turned to the window so Roman couldn’t see the faint look on his face as he stared down at his arm.  His soulmark was still there, but the medical bracelet he’d taken off when they gave him the day pass was gone, and the day pass was gone now too, meaning nothing anyone could see could instantly tie him to that place, and no stranger they met would know Remus was supposed to be behind cold stone walls living his life by someone else’s assumptions of how he was feeling.

He wasn’t quite sure when he started crying, but eventually he was looking away from his wrist and out at the fields racing past them, tears dripping down his face.

They made it a good way from the exit of the highway before he started to sob, but Roman pulled the car over anyway, turning to Remus in alarm.

“Re?” he asked.  “Re, are you okay?”

Remus didn’t have the first clue how to articulate anything he was feeling, so instead he held up his wrist, gestured to it, and made vague broken sounds.

Roman got it, because Roman always got it, so he put the hazard lights on, parked the car, and reached across the space to pull Remus into a hug.  Remus sobbed into Roman’s arms for a good ten minutes, and Roman thankfully didn’t say anything, just held him close and let him.

There were stories about your soulmate understanding you more than anyone else, and Remus had always thought those stories were bullshit, because Roman got him better than any stranger he hadn’t met ever could.  But if this was really what they were doing, if they were deciding they were soulmates because they fucking said so, and the universe could piss off, then Remus… well.

He could almost get it.

...

Chapter Three

[magmacannon]

9, 14, 17, 20, 29, 34 🫵 Roman

yipee!!!!

9. favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

Roman grew up Really Far North and his food preferences were shaped as such - though he loves a well-cooked or roasted green veggie, his favorite food is a red meat roast cooked in a stock+beer or ale for tenderness/flavor with alliums and tubers/carrots that are served with the meat and maybe a side of bread+butter (hearty stuff). Least favorite food that he's tried was a spiced tomato-heavy salad thing, least favorite food based on concept alone is the fermented bulette meat that his party member tried to make for them ala fermented shark meat.

Roman doesn't consider himself a picky eater - he'll try most things once or twice! - but he also is cursed with Weak Spice Tolerance that bars him from a good amount of food. Rolling a dice here for this last one but he's not allergic to anything BUT.... despite his love for milk, he's sitting as just above having lactose intolerance apparently.

14. are they any good with numbers?

Roman's solid at guessing distances and geometry through practice - you don't want to be a spellcaster, especially an evocation wizard, to have bad aim - and is pretty decent at keeping track of number patterns and budgeting income vs expenses. Higher level or theoretical math is hard for him to grasp but he tries his best!

17. how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

As a YOUNG child Roman spent his free time either playing at an uncle's lumberyard/hobby farm outside of the walls of Tzeraz or would spend it traveling with his parents within the Northern Kingdom (mostly) while they performed. He has a few friends he'd invite to his house to play (super dramatic war games) besides that.

As he got older and began going to school for magic, his summers were taken up by classes while winter was the big break time where he'd be able to go home for a few months. When with his family and now less-close friends he'd show off what he was learning to anyone who would listen and watch him cast cantrips at snowmen (this annoyed his brother because he'd do it so often). He spent a lot more time daydreaming in his early teens than continuing running around.

20. if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

IN Dorna, Roman's never seen a 'car' in person but he can decently manage to steer a carriage on a well-paved road if needed. He prefers to ride in the back and read/sleep though!

In a world where cars are common he has a minivan that's a little busted up but runs well. He's considering trying to get a Cool Wizard painted on the side. The inside smells decently clean if a little dusty and while the floor's clean, the dashboard compartment and the back have mild piles of stuff (papers/blankets and bags respectively). He travels with ice removal tools Constantly and maybe a portable air pump just in case.

29. are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

This is ALWAYS a fun one to think of for Roman bc it's changed over time... he's been associated with light/fire for forever if I think about it, but initially I would have def said he was more of a Water Guy. His oldest 'custom' spell was earth-aligned and he casts spells in a very grounded way - I think he wants to be more 'earth' aligned than he actually is in-setting. I think he's probably most associated with fire through how he acts and the magic he casts out of those four options though he wants to be Anything Else atm.

34. how would your character describe themselves? it doesn’t have to line up with how they really are.

Roman would describe himself as a friendly, optimistic guy with a good bit of determination and practice seeing things through (sort of true, he's stubborn). He'd probably say he's 'pretty good' at his job, which is true in that he has a lot of technical skill BUT he lacks focus historically, meaning that he's just Okay at it in truth. He'd say he has a big heart with a lot of love in it, and that's entirely true <3 (he just also has a lot of opinions and some unforseen pettiness, too)

[lasbrumas]

WTW GHOST GALA ; days 9-16

this week's prompt wrap-up!

day 9; candy corn ↳ Tell us how you chose the title for your WIP.

The thing to know about me is that I cycle through titles like a washing machine, so Burning of the Apiary might not be the final title. That being said, I chose it because symbolically it reflects on the themes well, I think, especially regarding burning down the old, starting with a clean slate, and the feelings of the protagonist toward the end of the novel.

day 10; witch ↳ Write or brainstorm the opening paragraph.

Notes: Dolores’ mother dies, leaving her with no ties to her home or the land around her. She dies after a particularly rough winter, one full of floods and poor crops and a sickness that swept the valley. Dolores believes the valley is diseased, so she leaves it for the safety of an isolated convent.

day 11; bats ↳ How would your WIP change if a minor character became the protagonist?

For this exercise, I decided to view the story from the point of view of Abadesa/Abbess Ana Isabel, and realized wow it would change a lot. The reason for this is that the Abbess is a minor character because she’s got her own plot going on, technically separate from the main plot, though it is related. From her perspective, she would be less focused on the cult and the well-being of the students (though she tries to remember to ask about them), and she would be more focused on the eerie premonitions that haunt her. Bad news for her, though, because if she’d paid a little more attention to her students, she might have figured out what her visions were trying to tell her to prevent.

day 12; candles ↳ After naming all of your characters: tell us the meaning behind their names.

Dolores - sorrows, pain

Cecilia - Derived from Caecilius, possibly from Latin caecus or “blind”

Camila - Unknown meaning, derived from Roman cognomen

Ixora - A large genus of tropical shrubs or small trees (family Rubiaceae) that have leathery evergreen leaves and terminal corymbs of showy salver-shaped flowers and are often cultivated as ornamentals in the warm greenhouse

Ana Isabel - Anna comes from the Hebrew Channah, which means “favor” or “grace.” Isabel is derived from the English Elizabeth, which itself is a derivative of the Greek form of the Hebrew name Elisheva/Elisheba. Means “my god is an oath.”

Adriana - Feminine form of Adrian, which is derived from Hadrianus, a Roman cognomen that meant “from Hadria.”

day 13; coffin ↳ Where's your favorite place to write?

Thanks to work and having limited access to certain places, I don’t have a favorite place to write. Basically anywhere I can get decent wifi and focus on writing is the best place for me. When I was a student, I often wrote either in my dorm room when no one was around or in the library. Now, I typically write at home, sometimes at work (when I can sneak onto Google Docs) and wherever I go. I’ve even written during a road trip. Fun fact: the year I won NaNo with Saintless, I was writing in the car on my laptop as someone else drove lol.

day 14; haunted mansion ↳ Describe a setting in your WIP.

A short description of the convent from my WIP notion: The Abbey of the Sacred Heart is a small, isolated religious school located in the high mountains.. Girls of all ages and from across the country attend the convent’s school to become proper ladies. It is a combination finishing school and temple to the Mother. Sacred Heart is known for its apiaries and sweet honey, the latter which is used as a source of revenue and sustenance for those who live there.

day 15; black cat ↳ Flesh out your antagonist: Who are they? What are they? What do they want?

Highlights: The antagonist is Sor Adriana. She is second in command to the Abbess and oversees the school. She is also one of the last nuns to have joined this convent and stayed. Her main goal is to serve the Mother, and her surrogate mother, the Abbess. With an unwavering devotion to her deity and the woman who oversees the convent, she is willing to do anything to please them.

day 16; pumpkin spice latte ↳ Write a basic plot synopsis for your WIP.

Using the one I pitched for another server.

On the same day that the Valley’s eligible debutantes arrive for their first term at convent school, a young woman arrives begging to be taken as a novitiate prospect. Isolated and far from home, the young woman has no choice but to befriend the seemingly vapid group. But as she develops feelings for the top debutante, something dark lurks in the corners of the abbey. The Valley’s daughters have brought their world of secret societies with them, and soon, the novitiate may be forced to choose between destroying them or succumbing to the terrifying, yet seductive, realm of the elite.

[minisiam]

Mini Siam: A World of Wonders in Pattaya

When you think of Thailand, the images that come to mind often include serene temples, bustling markets, and pristine beaches. However, there’s a hidden gem in Pattaya that offers travelers a unique journey through time and space – Mini Siam. This miniature park allows you to explore the world’s famous landmarks and Thailand’s rich cultural heritage, all in one location. Whether you're a history buff, a photography enthusiast, or just looking for a family-friendly experience, Mini Siam Pattaya is the perfect destination.

What is Mini Siam?

Opened in 1986, Mini Siam is one of Pattaya’s most unique attractions, offering a miniature world of famous landmarks from across the globe, all at a 1:25 scale. It is divided into two main sections: Mini Siam and Mini Europe. The Mini Siam Attractions focus on Thailand’s rich history, while Mini Europe Pattaya features replicas of globally renowned landmarks.

Visiting Mini Siam is like embarking on a journey through both time and geography, making it one of the top Pattaya Attractions. Whether you are fascinated by ancient temples or iconic modern structures, this park promises to entertain and educate.

Location and Address

Mini Siam Location is conveniently situated in the heart of Pattaya, making it easily accessible for visitors. The Mini Siam Address is 387 Sukhumvit Road, Pattaya City, Bang Lamung District, Chonburi 20150, Thailand. Being on the main highway, it’s easy to reach by car or public transportation. For tourists staying in Pattaya, the park is just a short drive away from popular destinations like Pattaya Beach and Walking Street.

Ticket Prices and Bookings

Before heading to the park, it’s essential to know the details of the Mini Siam Entrance Ticket. The current Mini Siam Price varies slightly depending on the season, but for adults, the average Mini Siam Ticket rate is around 300 THB (approximately USD 10), while children’s tickets are priced lower. Visitors can purchase Mini Siam Tickets at the gate, but it’s often better to make Mini Siam Bookings in advance, especially during peak tourist seasons, to avoid long queues. Booking tickets online or through a travel agency is a convenient way to ensure your spot. Some of the Best Pattaya Tours also include Mini Siam as a stop on their itineraries, often offering discounted rates.

Timing and Opening Hours

It’s crucial to plan your visit according to the Mini Siam Timing. The park is open daily from 7:00 AM to 9:00 PM, making it possible to explore the landmarks either during the day or at night when the structures are beautifully lit. Many visitors prefer to visit in the late afternoon, allowing them to enjoy the exhibits both in daylight and under the night sky.

Mini Siam Highlights

There’s much to explore at Mini Siam Pattaya, but some landmarks stand out as must-see Mini Siam Attractions:

The Grand Palace and Wat Phra Kaew: The miniature versions of Bangkok’s most famous landmarks are a true highlight. The level of detail in replicating the Grand Palace and Wat Phra Kaew makes this an unmissable experience for those interested in Thai history.

Wat Arun: Known as the Temple of Dawn in Bangkok, the miniature version of Wat Arun stands tall in Mini Siam, complete with its iconic spires and ornate details.

Ayutthaya Historical Park: Visitors can also marvel at the mini-replica of the ancient city of Ayutthaya, once the capital of the Kingdom of Siam, offering a glimpse into Thailand’s past glory.

The Eiffel Tower: No trip to Mini Europe Pattaya would be complete without seeing the miniature Eiffel Tower, a symbol of Paris and one of the most recognizable structures in the world.

The Colosseum: Another highlight in the Mini Europe section, the Colosseum, showcases ancient Roman architecture in stunning detail.

Statue of Liberty: You can also visit America’s iconic Statue of Liberty without leaving Pattaya, as its mini version stands proudly among the other global landmarks.

The park features over 100 models, each offering an educational and enjoyable experience for visitors of all ages.

Visitor Reviews

Mini Siam Reviews are generally positive, with many travelers praising the attention to detail in the miniature replicas and the educational value of the exhibits. Families, in particular, find the park to be a fun learning experience for children, while photography enthusiasts love the chance to capture miniature versions of the world’s most famous landmarks. Tourists often mention how Mini Siam allows them to explore Thailand’s history and the world's architectural wonders all in one day.

Some visitors recommend going during the late afternoon, allowing enough time to explore the park during daylight hours and then enjoy the illuminated landmarks after sunset. While some find the Mini Siam Ticket prices slightly higher than expected, most agree that the overall experience makes it worthwhile.

Why Visit Mini Siam?

Mini Siam offers a unique and educational experience that you won’t find elsewhere. It’s not just about taking pictures of famous landmarks; it’s about gaining a deeper appreciation for architectural beauty and historical significance. As part of Thai Tourism, Mini Siam is one of the top Pattaya Attractions, offering a fun and insightful day out for all ages. It’s also a great addition to any itinerary that includes other Best Pattaya Tours, making it an essential stop on your visit to Pattaya.

[egressparadox]

the usurpal of hydra in the first unraveling

the chronic, life long meth addict made dealer. identified on the deep web to become entangled with doppelgangers, who would manage his operation from under him and further his disability. anchoring him as the original organizer, and flooding his records with the file on hydra that would either put them in a clueless position, or better yet in the position to become exchanged and generate inside contacts.

year 0

in the jousts, their celebration of success, and expansion. they targeted a child, a "break in" kid to the operation. who set himself upon them with coat hangers, and crochet needles, first, one at a time, then plenty. audiobooks galore, from a satellite phone. experimentation hosted for only an hour at a time, to identify substances, sutures, and especially, subjective thought ; psychology and ego. hell. then off to the camera, the scene. the masterpiece of tombs designed, to be cut into chunks and slides.

ale wri cud . awake rule die .

year 3

the fleet of new comings, tidings, and joy. games are abound. secured into the clutches of the separate "hydra" tall and thin, the "black hydra" the boots. so he sent them upon one another after having risen outside of the ranks. securing rings for them. handling the online contacts. they only needed to be boots. the first "crooked tower", his fort of sticks. by the end, the original doppelgangers, were bought and sold for their position. after he had gone about and manufactured one time use only sleeper agents to hold charge over hydra. inevitably creating an internal leadership, unbeknownst to the buyers of hydra." a cell to coordinate and then coordinate around". his discovery of the usurped leadership of hydra would hail him hero, and direct him towards the new fascist union that they had come from. He vows to make them bottomless.

battery charged . lobotomy . carbon copy . propogate .

bat lob car pro . ery oto bon pog . crg mie cpy ate

beast come from king . come you delicious pig . tooth mine face see

year 6

patience eroded, no time to balance the difference between cognizance and memory. they fall again like a tiny house of cards. the secluded retreat of survivors who knew him off hand, now all removed from hydra, leaving him only now as the asset recovery operation laying dormant in hydra ruins. still waiting for them to discover they are only less than a tenth of what they once were (and by his hand). Again now before the syndicate, and honoring his promise, he made them bottomless. To inevitably compliment the headless pyramid of hydra suddenly in disarray, to bring forth their wealth together and bring the agents seeded in hydra on high just as well. Erected against the towers, syndicate, mafia, and finally mask tribe.

madness . the honey comb . desperate for direction bearing 10 movements. Fee Fie Foe. three golden stamps / corners, dri auewl aeke

year 9

the first wave of asset recovery, the closed bubble of scouts, would be pirates. destroyed again. and again delaying the inevitble. practice, for the real deal, the impersonation of a sleeper agent.

TIC TAC TOE the obsession of a perfectly balanced and invisible build, to be underestimated, by unrendered paste.

year 12

the second unfurling of hydra, the grandest time, the hydra would come possessing syndicates within it maw, and its clutches, another to hold a false lead, and another to bear a chain. eviscerated in the span of two weeks.

opening with the partial activation of a sleeper agent, suddenly emerges "the roman" . "i don't want to do it oh boo hoo" cheered the game warden, who so sobbed, when he made the contacts undressed of their human resemblance.

all along the game was verbatim, buzz words and call backs, to the last two failed activations, no twitching ears allows that the game is correct in its tracks.

VAL HAL LAH. come build glory. the unmanaged obsession with the unseen and the undying divine.

year 15

the third unfurling of hydra, the dragon reduced to a hardly multiplying tumor, that has outlived its mother organism. to be presented, and made of a show. so that they might behold the ruins of his circus tent.

he would kill himself then, leaving them to believe three years down the line that he was some programmed clone, or a zealot. until finally, 18 years of life and obsession, yield suddenly and only by his confession alone, that he prepared himself and made of himself the king over evil. the devils paradox.

GOD a symbol presents 4 3s and instigates the first puzzle again, now at the end.

///

the nightmare the rook and the bishop, the perversion of empathy, made by sheer threats alone, who will "make him call for help" "make it all happen by threes" "make the unknown horror known, in plausibility alone"

set fourth in dreams, the bishop and the rook. conspire to teach one another a lesson and only by games. together they are the queen, must bear witness to and be directed by the paranoia set fourth and sky rocketing. and they leave behind the staggered knight, who will play as pawn, until the motion presents itself.

split personality sleep paralysis. washed away by the gathering of the bohemians, the aristocrats, the republic of possible trajectory, possessed by their wise mad king, who only says "3".