#flint s&m

[least-sexy-man-competition]

SPRINGTRAP VS FLINT PAPER

ROUND 2 SIDE B

REMEMBER TO VOTE FOR WHO YOU THINK IS MORE SEXY! THE LOSER WILL MOVE ON!

[rose-weaxley]

Memes de la gen 2024-25 pt.3 (ft. reprobados, ft. Instituto Scamander)

@homenum-revelio-rpg

[imagine-effed-up]

ALSO nice

[impostorsshow]

I like when Sam and Max being married is incredibly canon, but every au where Sam and Max don't know each other from 1st grade is so wrong they are both so head over heels for flint paper in the most way ever and if Flint Paper ever got a girlfriend they would be heartbroken,but Superball? distraught. life ending. worse than 305

absolute tears and agony knowing that they actually had a chance with the legend Flint Paper,it would have killed both of them equally and seperately from heartbreak Sam could never speak to flint paper again max would never be able to speak to Sam again it would be life threatening for the entire universe I'm going to think about this for the rest of the week the plausability of flint paper having a partner is world shattering

And this is how flint and superball dating could win/kill Sam and Max

[clanslist]

Warrior Cats Name Generator in 2023

FIRST LETTER OF FIRST NAME:

A - Aster

B - Blank

C - Cone

D - Dreary

E - Ebony

F - Flint

G - Gull

H - Hay

I - Ice

J - Jackdaw

K - Kite

L - Little

M - Moose

N - Newt

O - Olive

P - Pasture

Q - Quill

R - Rising

S - Soot

T - Trail

U - Ucinia

V - Veil

W - Whittle

X - Xylosma

Y - Yelling

Z - Zap

ZODIAC (SUN) SIGN:

Aries - dapple

Taurus - stomp

Gemini - eye

Cancer - feather

Leo - scream

Virgo - patch

Libra - heart

Scorpio - thorn

Sagittarius - fur

Capricorn - muzzle

Aquarius - storm

Pisces - whisker

[hp-hcs]

not requested, but i've been working on this for a while, and i'm actually quite pleased with how it turned out. i've never written in this style before, but it was actually really fun. hopefully its comprehensible, to some degree 🤷‍♂️

June — riddle brothers & gn! flint! reader

“Collected documents” style of writing.

Basically the boyos are just having a hell of a month

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[Meeting of the "Junior Death Eaters", June 12th, 1997, 18:23, Malfoy Manor, as transcribed in verbatim by CARROW, Alecto.]

PARTIES IN ATTENDANCE:

BERKSHIRE, Lorenzo

CARROW, Alecto

CRABBE, Vincent

FLINT, Y/N

GOYLE, Gregory Jr.

MALFOY, Draco

MALFOY, Narcissa

NOTT, Theodore Jr.

PARKINSON, Pansy

RIDDLE, Mattheo

RIDDLE, Thomas III

VOLDEMORT, Lord

ZABINI, Blaise

ABSENT:

BULSTRODE, Millicent [Deserter]

FLINT, Marcus [PKIA]

WARRINGTON, Cassius [On Assignment]

[Audio recording begins.]

[Silence, approx. 0:07]

VOLDEMORT: I apologize for the… unanticipated loss of your father, Crabbe.

CRABBE: Tha- thank you, uh, my Lord.

VOLDEMORT: Accidents do happen, of course. Losses are an ineluctable part of war. Now then, moving on.

[CRABBE slouches]

VOLDEMORT: You all must be… curious as to why I’ve called this… unscheduled meeting. I received a… rather rude letter from Mr. Harry Potter himself.

[Crosstalk, unintelligible for approx. 0:12]

MALFOY, N.: Silence, children. My- my Lord, please. Go ahead.

VOLDEMORT: Thank you, Narcissa. As I was saying… [paper crinkling] this letter is clearly encoded. Who believes themselves capable of decoding this? Do so, and I may… reward you with a chance to move up in my ranks.

[Crosstalk, clamor for approx. 0:21]

VOLDEMORT: Silence! Y/N, do you believe yourself capable?

[NOTT and RIDDLE, M. whisper, indistinct for approx. 0:02]

FLINT: Yes, my Lord.

VOLDEMORT: Very well. Next order of busin- [interrupted by the arrival of PETTIGREW, Peter]

PETTIGREW: M-my Lord- Severus wishes to s-speak with you.

[VOLDEMORT stands]

VOLDEMORT: Meeting adjourned. Narcissa, with me. Pettigrew, report.

[Unintelligible for approx. 0:06 as VOLDEMORT, MALFOY, N., and PETTIGREW leave]

[Silence for approx. 0:38]

CARROW: Are there any questions?

[All parties shake their heads]

CARROW: Alrighty then. You all know your assignments… Power to those who aid the Dark Lord and stand in his good stead.

ALL “Junior Death Eaters”: So mote it be.

[Transcript ends.]

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𝐿𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒

𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓇

𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓉𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓇𝑒, 𝐸𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹

𝟣𝟣 𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑒, 𝟣𝟫𝟫𝟩

– 𝒽𝑒𝓎, 𝒪𝓁𝒹 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒟!

𝓂𝓇. 𝒟𝒜𝓇𝓀 𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒮𝒾𝓇, 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀, 𝒾’𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝑅𝐼𝓉𝓉𝐸𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝐿𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒜𝓈𝓀 𝐼𝒻 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒾𝒩𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝒜𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓇. 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒, 𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝒯 𝓎𝑜𝒰 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒? 𝒾 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃, 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃. 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒢𝒾𝓉𝓈, 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝐿𝓁𝓎. 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒷𝓃𝑜𝓍𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒽-𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓂𝓃𝒮 𝑜𝒩 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑅𝑜𝒩𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓊𝐿𝒪𝓊𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒮𝒾𝑜𝒩. 𝒾 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒, 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓂𝒶𝓃.

𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜,

𝒽𝒫

𝒪𝒽, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎: 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌����𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 ‘𝓋𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉’ 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓅𝒾𝒹. 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝒾 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈.

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𝐿𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒

𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓇

𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓉𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓇𝑒, 𝐸𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹

𝟣𝟣 𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑒, 𝟣𝟫𝟫𝟩

– 𝒽𝑒𝓎, 𝒪𝓁𝒹 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒟!

𝓂𝓇. 𝒟𝒜𝓇𝓀 𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒮𝒾𝓇, 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀, 𝒾’𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝑅𝐼𝓉𝓉𝐸𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒜𝓈𝓀 𝐼𝒻 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒾𝒩𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝒜𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓇. 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒, 𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝒯 𝓎𝑜𝒰 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒? 𝒾 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃, 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃. 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒢𝒾𝓉𝓈, 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝐿𝓁𝓎. 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒷𝓃𝑜𝓍𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒽-𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓂𝓃𝒮 𝑜𝒩 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑅𝑜𝒩𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓊𝐿𝒪𝓊𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒮𝒾𝑜𝒩. 𝒾 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒, 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓂𝒶𝓃.

𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜,

𝒽𝒫

𝒪𝒽, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎: 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 ‘𝓋𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉’ 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓅𝒾𝒹. 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝒾 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈.

o, friend, da, s, l, ri, e, a, i, y, n, a, d, t, u, r, g, l, k, column, s, n, r, n, lo, s, n, p, o

columnar code maybe?

3 6 4 2 5 1

f r i e n d

y o u r s o

n s r i n d

a n g e r a

d p l a n s

t o k i l l

your sons r in danger a d plans to kill

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My Lord,

Enclosed is the letter we discussed earlier. I would recommend you take action immediately.

Regards,

Y/N Flint

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American Airlines BOARDING PASS

PASSENGER NAME:

FLINT / Y/N

FROM:

LONDON

TO: DATE: DEPARTS:

NEW YORK 13JUN 0415 AM

GATE BOARDING TIME SEAT

𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝟑 B12 0345 AM 27E

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American Airlines BOARDING PASS

PASSENGER NAME:

RIDDLE / THOMAS

FROM:

LONDON

TO: DATE: DEPARTS:

NEW YORK 13JUN 0415 AM

GATE BOARDING TIME SEAT

𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝟑 B12 0345 AM 27D

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American Airlines BOARDING PASS

PASSENGER NAME:

RIDDLE / MATTHEO

FROM:

LONDON

TO: DATE: DEPARTS:

NEW YORK 13JUN 0415 AM

GATE BOARDING TIME SEAT

𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝟑 B12 0345 AM 27F

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United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

Passport 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵

Surname/Nom (1)

FLINT

Given names/Prénoms (2)

Y/N

Nationality/Nationalité (3)

BRITISH CITIZEN

Date of birth/Date de naissance (4) Children/Enfants (5)

11 MAR /MARS 80 0

Sex/Sexe (6) Place of birth/Lieu de naissance (7)

X EXETER

Date of issue/Date de délivrance (8) Authority/Autorité (9)

06 APR /AVR 95 UNITED KINGDOM

Date of expiry/Date d’expiration (10)

05 APR /AVR 05

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United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

Passport 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵

Surname/Nom (1)

RIDDLE III

Given names/Prénoms (2)

THOMAS

Nationality/Nationalité (3)

BRITISH CITIZEN

Date of birth/Date de naissance (4) Children/Enfants (5)

31 DEC /DEC 78 0

Sex/Sexe (6) Place of birth/Lieu de naissance (7)

M LITTLE HANGLETON

Date of issue/Date de délivrance (8) Authority/Autorité (9)

31 JUL /JUIL 91 UNITED KINGDOM

Date of expiry/Date d’expiration (10)

30 JUL /JUIL 01

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United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

Passport 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵

Surname/Nom (1)

RIDDLE

Given names/Prénoms (2)

MATTHEO

Nationality/Nationalité (3)

BRITISH CITIZEN

Date of birth/Date de naissance (4) Children/Enfants (5)

29 DEC /DEC 79 0

Sex/Sexe (6) Place of birth/Lieu de naissance (7)

M LEEDS

Date of issue/Date de délivrance (8) Authority/Autorité (9)

01 AUG /AOUT 91 UNITED KINGDOM

Date of expiry/Date d’expiration (10)

31 JUL /JUIL 01

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PERIODIC TENANCY AGREEMENT

THIS LEASE AGREEMENT made effective the 14th day of 𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑒, 1997

between

𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓂𝓈

(the “Landlord”)

and

𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒

(the “Tenant”)

WHEREAS the Landlord owns the property located at 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌 𝒜𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈, 𝟣𝟣𝟤𝟩 𝒲. 𝐿𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓃 𝒮𝓉., 𝒜𝓅𝓉. 𝟤𝟢𝟥𝐻 (“the Premises”), and the Tenant wishes to rent the Premises from the Landlord for a periodic term. The Landlord does hereby lease to the Tenant the Premises “as is” for a primary term of one month commencing on the 16th day of 𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑒.

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7-ELEVEᑎ

131 20TH AVE

NEW YORK NY 20851

STORE #: 518

2 MARLBORO RED ‘25 13.40T

1 CHERRY DR PEPPER 2.75T

2 HARIBO GOLDBEARS 3.98T

1 FOLDING POCKET KNIFE 7.99T

SUBTOTAL 28.12

TAX 1.68

TOTAL DUE 29.80

VISA 29.80

*** TRANSACTION APPROVED ***

THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING WITH US!

T#58 0P18 TRN4617 06/14/1997 22:56:51

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𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈,

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌! 𝑀𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓃𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 (𝟤𝟢𝟦𝐻) 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉. 𝐼 𝓇𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒴/𝒩 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝓊𝒷𝒷𝓎, 𝒟𝒶𝓋𝒾𝒹, 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒. 𝐻𝑜𝓅𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎’𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹!

– 𝒥𝑜𝒽𝓃 & 𝒟𝒶𝓋𝒾𝒹 𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓉𝓉

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Cousins –

I regret to inform you both that Grandfather Al has sadly passed as of yesterday. If at all possible, we’d much appreciate your presence back home in London for the funerary services. Sending you my condolences.

Regards,

D.M.

[wheneverfeasible]

Bloody Hands, Broken Hearts: a Mafia AU

Chapter 1

chapter wc: 4.6k || rating: M (for now) || cw: blood, violence, reference to death of a minor original character, sex trafficking, past rape/non-con, homophobic language, derogatory language towards sex workers, sexualized use of “Daddy”, mean dom!Eddie, feminized!Steve || ao3

summary: No UD. Years after being sold through a sex trafficking ring to a member of the mafia, Steve’s former master is deposed by one of the most feared men in organized crime, Don Kas the Bloody-Handed. Except, much to Steve’s surprise and horror, he knows him by another name: Eddie Munson.

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An annoyed tsk left pale lips as the man picked at the drying blood on his thick, silver rings with his thumb from where he was leaning back against the sturdy mahogany desk. His legs were crossed before him in his repose, one bloody hand pressed against the disordered papers on the desk, uncaring that they were being marked by the deep red splattered across his palm and knuckles, already drying a dark hue not unlike the color of the desk itself.

After a tense, silent moment of the man examining his rings and nail beds, dark eyes flashed up to take in his captive audience. Quite literally. Though they were unbound where they were made to kneel on the floor, the men holding guns on either side of them and on the other side of the door let them know that escape was futile.

Steve was fucked.

The thing was, everyone knew of Kas. Kas the Bloody-Handed. That’s what people called him, at least, and looking at the glint of his silver rings smeared with the umber of dried blood, Steve could acknowledge that it was a fitting name. However, that was not his real name, and it was with mounting horror that Steve realized that that was not the name Steve knew him by.

No, to Steve, the man before him was none other than the boy Steve’s former best friend had taken the most sick delight in tormenting: Eddie Munson.

Munson looked different now, but there was no denying that it was him. He had more tattoos nowadays, including one curling up his neck to brush against his jaw and both his forearms covered in them as seen with his fancy dress shirt’s sleeves rolled up, exposing the dark ink. He also had close-cut facial hair now that was a slightly lighter color than the still long and curly dark brown hair he now had tied back into a low and loose ponytail with a piece of cord. There was a coldness to his dark eyes now too, his once more wiry frame now a little more filled out with compact muscle.

In another lifetime, Steve might have been able to acknowledge that the man was attractive, might have had another reason than fear making his mouth go dry and needing to thickly swallow. However, as it was, Steve could only flinch and duck his head further when those flint hardened eyes passed over him.

He was luckily not at the front of the group kneeling on the rug before their former master’s desk, in front of their former master’s fireplace in their former master’s bookshelf lined study. There were a little more than a half-dozen of them, all trembling with fear at the knowledge that whatever horror they had been living through before, it was about to get a whole lot worse.

Munson, or Kas, was notorious, infamous even. He had been a nobody once, until suddenly he was a Somebody with a capital S. He swiftly moved up the ranks of his clan, earning respect borne of fear for his ruthlessness, until suddenly he was sitting on the metaphorical throne. He was not happy there, however, and all too soon he was making a name for himself amongst the other families too.

All too soon the other families began falling before him like dominos, one right after the other, bending the knee or—if they refused or otherwise displeased him—being eliminated entirely.

Which was what had occurred here to Steve’s former…employer. Not that Steve or the others got paid for what they did. Or had done to them. Steve couldn’t even say that behaving well and pleasing whoever they were sent to had them being treated better, since more often than not pain was part of their client’s pleasure.

As for their master—or Daddy, as they were instructed to call him—he was the worst of the worst. The way he showed his favor was through far more than just simple pain. Pain was something Steve could handle. It was the attention that was the terrifying part. Yet, Steve bore that attention willingly, for it kept it off of all the others.

“Tell me,” the voice of their new master softly intoned, his voice like thunder in the tense silence of the room, despite being little more than a murmur. Munson’s voice was a little raspier than Steve remembered it being, but then it had been years since Steve had last seen much less heard the other man. The man had dropped out of school during his own senior year, Steve’s junior, and no one knew what had become of him. Now Steve knew, at least.

Every ear was straining to hear what their new master would say next, though every eye was trained on the ground before their master’s feet. Steve was suddenly thankful his hair was a little longer than he personally liked, grown to be easier to grab and manipulate the head to which it was attached. It also allowed him now to obscure his face ever so slightly as he swiftly lowered his head and his gaze when Munson’s eyes scanned over them.

“Tell me,” Munson said again, and even with his eyes on the man’s blood splattered shoes, Steve could tell that Munson had a sardonic smile on his lips. “Which one of you was Porzio’s favorite?”

Steve barely withheld a flinch. Of course Munson would want to know that. Unlike his former owner, Munson wasn’t an idiot. He couldn’t be to get to where he was now. An idiot would only get themselves killed. Case in point: Carmine “the Uber Dead Asshole” Porzio, gone and soon to be forgotten in the year of our father…Christ, whatever year it was nowadays.

It was hard to keep track of time when you spent the majority of it on your knees or with your face shoved into a mattress.

But Munson wanted to know Porzio’s favorite. The one who he kept with him the majority of the time, the one used for his own personal pleasure, the pleasure of his most loyal lieutenants. The one who was treated like nothing more than decoration, as though their ears suddenly stopped working just because their mouth was filled.

It was a smart move, really. An excellent way to obtain secret gossip or information that might not be in the books. The favorite was a fount of information, but also a great liability. Sometimes it was better to cut the head off a snake before it could bite. Munson obviously knew what he was doing, which should be evident by now. The only problem?

Steve had been Porzio’s favorite.

He knew what he looked like nowadays. He hardly looked like the King Steve he had once been before everything, hardly looked like the rich and privileged jock Munson would have known him as. His own muscle mass was no longer what it had once been, the loss of weight only natural after everything he’d been through, and bruises littered his body where he’d either been punished or been used for pleasure. Sometimes those were interchangeable.

Not only that, but his clothing was far from what Munson would have last seen him in. No polos, no jeans, no letterman jacket. Instead, Steve wore what the others wore, his body hair waxed away in an attempt to add to his feminization. Aided, of course, by the short black skirt that exposed the majority of his thighs through the fishnets, and the red lace bustier top that only just covered nipples but left his midriff exposed. Matching red strappy heels laced up his calves, with a thick black collar completing the ensemble around his neck, a dainty little silver ‘V’ dangling from it like a license.

It was entirely possible that Munson wouldn’t recognize him. After all, they both might have made a name for themselves in school, but Munson hadn’t been there for the disaster of Steve’s senior year, and it wasn’t like they had ever directly interacted before. Tommy always did the majority of his bullying when Steve wasn’t around, knowing Steve didn’t approve of it, so it wasn’t like Munson and him had spent any great amount of time together.

It helped that the makeup he wore was smudged too, which would hopefully act as a camouflage. Perhaps, if he answered things in a way that pleased Munson, if Munson could look past the fact that he was a guy in this role he’d been forced into, perhaps he’d live to see another day.

His lip was already split and his cheek already bruised by Porzio’s earlier slap, so he wasn’t looking forward to having the rest of his face caved in by Kas the Bloody-Handed.

Swallowing back his nausea, Steve drew in a breath and began to lift his head to call attention to himself and away from the others, when another voice stopped him in his tracks.

“I am, sir,” Janice called out, standing from her kneeling position at the front of the huddle. Steve’s head jerked to look at her with wide eyes and an open mouth. Her fingers twitched at her side, swiping horizontal to the floor ever so slightly, though she didn’t look at him. Stay quiet, that action said. Stay safe.

Steve’s stomach clenched painfully, and all the affection he felt for his girls surged through his bloodstream. He had tried, hard as he could, to protect them from the worst of things. He couldn’t do much, but he had made certain Porzio was focused entirely on him and none of the others. They worked as well, but Porzio was the most sadistic, the most vile; he would happily take it all on to save his girls from that.

To think that now, in the face of one of the most feared men in organized crime, they would try to protect him…it was beyond anything he’d ever known. No one had ever sought to protect him before.

Munson’s brow ticked up, his gaze sliding like oil over Janice’s trembling body, but she held firm with her head up. His sardonic smile only grew. “Are you now?”

He appreciated her help, he did, but he couldn’t let Janice risk everything for him. Before he could stand, before he could come clean with the truth, a firm hand was pressing down on his shoulder as Mona stood up from behind him, forcing him to stay kneeling.

“I was also a favorite, sir,” Mona says, making Steve wonder what in the I-am-Spartacus hell was going on. Still, warmth and fondness for his girls spread through him quickly as he looked around and noticed every last one of them had bunched muscles indicating preparation for movement. For him.

Munson looked a whole lot less amused, however, his brow dropping into a deep furrow as his gaze settled on the new apparent favorite. Kas was well-known for not taking fondly to liars and cheats. If he suspected that they were trying to pull a fast one on him…

Just as Munson was opening his mouth to say something, looking far less than pleased, Steve hurriedly shot to his feet. “It’s me,” he said quickly, almost breathlessly, wanting to say it before someone else decided to shout out Spartacus in a misguided attempt to help him. He moved to take a step forward and away from the others when he froze in place by the sound of a gun being cocked and levelled behind him.

Another tense hush fell as Munson stared at him, his eyes dragging over Steve’s form with both brows raised this time, an almost startled air to his mean smile. He waited a few moments more before flicking his wrist, the sound of the gun and man holding it returning to standby mode. Two fingers were then crooked at Steve to indicate for him to finish stepping forward.

Steve glanced at Janice and Mona, giving their beseeching looks a small shake of his head, and then they were slowly and reluctantly returning to their kneeled positions. Taking a deep breath, Steve crossed the distance and moved to take his place in front of Munson, kneeling at his feet without hesitation. “It was me, sir,” he murmured, keeping his gaze down. “I was Master Porzio’s favorite.”

It took all of his willpower (and training) not to flinch when Munson’s chunky rings came into view, his calloused fingers touching Steve’s chin to lift his face to meet his gaze. Steve couldn’t suppress the tremble at finally meeting Munson’s eyes for the first time, terrified of seeing recognition there.

Instead, Munson’s eyes stayed hard and flat, though with a touch of curiosity. A small smirk curled his lips. “Well now. Who would have guessed Porzio was a fudge packer,” he lightly sneered. His gaze moved over to the kneeling women before back to Steve. “And this is why they lied to me, to protect the fairy amongst them?” He snorted. “Who knew there was honor amongst whores.”

Munson’s thumb slid lightly against the edge of Steve’s bottom lip, and well familiar with the gesture, Steve parted his lips obediently. Something dark but pleased flashed behind Munson’s eyes, and praying he was doing the right thing, Steve let the tip of his tongue flick ever so softly against the pad of Munson’s thumb.

Almost immediately after, Munson pressed the rest of his thumb into Steve’s mouth, pressing down on Steve’s tongue enough to make him briefly gag. “Suck,” he ordered harshly, and Steve obeyed.

The familiar taste of sweat and blood filled his mouth as Steve’s lips wrapped around Munson, but he paid it no mind as he worked at fellating the man’s thumb. He kept eye contact the entire time, his hands curled in his lap, as he worked his mouth over the digit. He swirled his tongue over the thumb like it was a cock head, bobbing his head ever so slightly. Munson’s dark eyes watched him the entire time.

Just as Steve was beginning to wonder if he should start faking some moans, Munson pulled his thumb from Steve’s mouth with a slick wet sound, leaving a small trail of spit over Steve’s lips. Munson lightly snorted, lifting his gaze to look at his men. With silent communication, the men nodded and motioned for the kneeling women to stand, ushering them out of the room.

Steve could feel the eyes on him, knew his girls were looking at him, but he knew better than to return the look. Instead, he kept his eyes firmly on Munson who now leaned back against the deck with his arms crossed watching Steve.

Once the thick doors clicked closed behind the others, leaving Steve and Munson alone, a wry grin curled over Munson’s lips. “I can see why you were the favorite, if you suck cock half as good as you suck thumb.” Munson shrugged, pushing off the desk with a small snort to walk around it, settling in the leather chair behind the massive thing. He reached forward and tapped the desk beside him.

Once more obeying wordlessly, Steve swiftly stood and moved around the desk, settling his ass just to the side of where Munson sat as had been indicated. A derisive laugh left Munson then, but he didn’t look like he was about to punish Steve for being what he was. Or who he was. Instead, he looked mildly contemplative as he rested his elbow on the armrest of his chair, propping his chin up with his fist.

“Tell me, sweetheart, you got a name?”

Relief coursed through Steve so quickly he lost his breath for a moment, as though lightning had struck him down. Munson didn’t know his name, meaning he didn’t recognize Steve. Even better, Steve hadn’t gone by Steve in a while. He needn’t worry about someone slipping up and revealing that information when none of them knew it either.

“I’m Vee,” he answered, fingers moving up to lightly graze against the charm hanging from his collar. “But you can call me anything you want…” Steve swallowed quickly, glancing down before peeking up demurely through his lashes, “Daddy,” he finished on a soft breath.

A grin spread across Munson’s lips, and though it wasn’t quite as manic as the ones he used to smile back in high school, a spark of something like genuine amusement flashed behind his eyes. He leaned forward then, sliding his hand over Steve’s fishnet covered thigh until his fingers brushed ever so slightly under the bottom hem of his tight skirt.

“I’ll keep that in mind, precious,” he smirked. “And maybe you can keep your status as favorite, if you’re a good little boy.” His eyes traveled once more over Steve’s body, his smirk growing. “Though I bet there’s nothing small about you, Vee.”

Steve swallowed, feeling oddly flushed at being on the receiving end of Munson’s gaze. Of Kas’s gaze. He had to remind himself that this was more than just his former schoolmate; this man was perhaps one of the most dangerous men alive. His vast network spread far and wide, spies hiding everywhere.

“I’ll be good for you, Daddy. Promise,” he said softly.

“Oh, I’m sure you will, precious. I don’t tolerate failure.”

What was expected of him now? Should he slide into Munson’s lap? Move underneath the desk? Bend over the top? Wouldn’t be the first time he was in any of those positions in this very room. Munson simply continued watching him, however, indicating nothing.

Just when Steve was ready to beg for an order, Munson sighed and removed his hand from Steve’s thigh, settling back further into the expensive rolling leather chair, pressing his fingertips together into a steeple before him.

“We will be remaining here for several days as we go over Porzio’s records,” Munson stated, startling Steve slightly. He was unused to being addressed about any affairs other than what happened in the bedroom. Or anywhere else his master wanted him. Having Munson tell him what was going to happen now was thus unprecedented.

“You and the other whores will have your room guarded at all times and you will require, let’s say, a chaperone of sorts to move around the manor, at least until I can trust you,” Munson said with another small smirk. “Once I am satisfied with my acquisition of the estate, we will be moving to my main residence. Should you and the others please me during this transition, we can negotiate a reward for behaving so well. Do you understand?”

Though Steve’s insides always pinched at being called a whore, seeing as how neither he nor the others ever chose that particular career path, he had enough practice now to ignore such things. It wasn’t like someone of Kas’s reputation would care overly much about their sob stories. No, Steve gave such things only a passing thought, his mind caught on the end of his new master’s sentence.

“A reward?” he couldn’t help but ask, the words slipping out before he could stop them. Luckily for him, Munson did not seem to be particularly annoyed at his wagging tongue.

“The exact circumstance of which will depend entirely on you,” Munson agreed. “Consider it a quid pro quo situation. You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours. I can guarantee that this is a far better deal than you had with Porzio. However,” he cautioned, holding up a single finger. “Any failure to comply or please me will make whatever Porzio did to you seem like a shy lover’s kiss.”

Steve swallowed down a grimace. That he understood perfectly well.

“I will also have a doctor visit to ascertain your health,” Munson added with a small shrug, clasping his hands before himself. “I have no use for spoiled goods.”

“Master Por—”

A loud smack of hand meeting wood startled Steve greatly enough that a small noise left him as he jumped, leaning away with wide eyes. Munson stared hard at him, leaning in with a small growl of warning.

“Porzio is not your master now, Miss Vee,” the man sneered mockingly. “You will no longer refer to him as such. You may call him either ‘Porzio’ or ‘that pig’ and nothing else, do I make myself clear?”

Steve swallowed, hastily nodding his head. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry, Daddy,” he rushed to say, dropping his gaze and trying not to tremble too greatly. His—Porzio was never consistent. Whether he liked you timid or not could change at the drop of a hat, moving from one extreme to the other at a moment’s notice. He didn’t know if Munson would appreciate a fearful display, or become annoyed with it. Only time would tell.

“I-I merely wished to assure you that we receive regular checkups to ensure our optimum health,” he murmured quietly. “But we will gladly submit to any examination or procedure you wish of us.”

Munson sat back in the chair as he studied Steve with an unreadable expression now. He glanced down at his still bloodied hand and the rings there. He gave a small snort, moving to slowly and carefully pull the stained items off his fingers and settling them in a small pile on the messy desk.

“Clean those,” he ordered. “And then bring them to my room tonight.” He smirked then, his eyes sliding over Steve’s figure once more. “We have much to…discuss,” he murmured, his brows raising slightly. “And Vee,” he added when Steve nodded and moved to stand up, causing Steve to pause.

Munson’s smirk seemed colder then, causing Steve to shiver as though physically chilled. “While I appreciate your immediate acceptance in the change of leadership around here, know that how quickly you switched your loyalties has not been unnoticed. Should you ever attempt to switch them again…you will not find the outcome favorable. Do I make myself clear?”

Dread settled low in Steve’s belly as he stared at Munson with wide eyes. He was standing on the edge of a precipice he hadn’t known existed until too late. He should have realized things would not be as easy as he had hoped they would be, should not have grown complacent when Munson didn’t recognize him.

Licking his lips, Steve swallowed back the threatening rise of bile. He dropped his head, chewing lightly on his bottom lip before glancing at Munson through his lashes once more. “I had no genuine loyalty to…to that pig, Daddy,” he murmured. “He was not a respectable man. Unlike you, sir.”

Had it been Porzio, he would have attempted a coy smile. He had a feeling Munson would be able to see right through it, however, so he instead tried to look as earnest as possible without actively begging. He slowly slid off the desk, catching Munson’s eyes.

“We know who you are, Daddy. None of us would ever dare to oppose you. I know the loyalty of a whore means nothing, Don Kas, but I was the favorite. The other girls will follow my example, and I pledge my loyalty wholly unto you.”

Munson snorted, looking for all the world like Steve amused him. Like Steve was some insignificant insect with delusions of grandeur. The man rubbed at his facial hair with a wry smile that did not meet his eyes. “And what of your body, darling? What if I told you that your dear Mr. Porzio and I shared…similar predilections.”

Steve squared his shoulders, a more genuine smile on his own lips because he had already been expecting this, had known his career on his knees was far from over. One hand on the desk as he leaned over to grasp the waiting rings and the other on his hip, he offered a small shrug of a shoulder.

“My body already belonged to you the second Porzio thought to move against you,” he replied easily. “He was not my dear anything. Not when I was already yours, Master.”

Munson studied him for a moment, but something almost pleased curled at the corners of his lips. “I think I much prefer you calling me ‘Daddy,’” he replied, reaching out to grasp Steve’s chin again for the briefest moment. He withdrew almost immediately. “Go now. And wash your face of that makeup while you’re at it. Make yourself presentable for me tonight.”

It was as he expected. He could not be bitter or regretful when he’d known this was coming all along. It was, after all, much better than his own blood staining the rings he now held in his palm.

“Yes, Daddy. Should I prepare myself for you?” he asked easily as he straightened. He would play his own part well. He was used to this role he’d been thrust into ever since he put his trust in the wrong person. He had seen it enough with his own parents, making him wish that little high school Steve Harrington had known what he knew now:

Love is just a fairytale.

Standing from the chair, Munson let out a soft huff of laughter, amused by Steve’s words. “You really do have your lines down, don’t you?” he scoffed as though reading Steve’s mind. “No matter. We’ll see how well you play your part tonight,” he said in a tone that was almost teasing, his hand moving to settle over Steve’s lower back to guide him around the desk and towards the carved double doors.

He paused then with a hand on the doorknob, eyes almost black as he grinned a shark’s grin, and let his voice drop to an almost conspiratorial whisper. “Trust me when I say that nothing you could do would prepare you for what I have planned tonight, sweetheart.”

Munson opened the door then, ushering Steve out with a slap to his ass, though the soldiers guarding the door didn’t react at all. However, Steve could not spare them even a passing thought as his blood turned to ice in his veins when Munson’s grin grew, uttering the words that sealed Steve’s doom.

“See you tonight, Harrington.”

As the door clicked closed, as his prison guard stepped forward to take him by the bicep to drag him away back to his gilded cage with the others, Steve felt that blade of ice pierce his chest with extreme certainty.

There was no escape for him. His fate had been sealed the day he had defied his parents, had fled town with the boy he had thought loved him, and he had only brought it all upon himself. Munson was going to kill him. Maybe not today, maybe not even tomorrow, but one day. Perhaps even one day soon.

Thrust into the room he shared with the others, he felt the door close and lock behind him, heard the worried voices and careful touches of his girls as they frantically tried to make certain he was all right, but it was like hearing them underwater, like he was wading upstream through a deadly current. He was shaking, he realized, fat tears sliding down his cheeks.

Only belatedly did he realize his hand was hurting where he had curled his fist around the chunky rings. With an almost detached curiosity he glanced down as he released his clenched fist and stared at the rings he may very well be cleaning in preparation for his own blood and skull and brains to stain their surface.

Absently, he reached out with his free hand to pluck a strand of hair caught in the snarled teeth of a silver monster. There was a clump of bloody scalp still attached to the end of the follicle.

Steve laughed.

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Next chapter…

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This scene comes from an idea that would not leave me alone until I wrote it down. I don’t know if I’ll ever continue it as it is quite different from my usual stuff, but I do have some ideas for possible continuation and further backstory for our two leading men

Yeah nvm I’m gonna continue this, it won’t leave my thoughts

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Fun fact: I almost named the second OFC Monica but then I realized that with the first one being named Janice that I was unintentionally writing it as a Friends crossover and I had to change her name before I named the next one Phoebe or something 😂 oops my bad

Also, Porzio means “hog”, while Carmine means “vivid red” lol

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Hostage hotties: @derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump

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Thank you for the tag @katenewmanwrites and @drchenquill [x] ! Created by @agirlandherquill 💖 (doubling this as a writing share as well, from @rivenantiqnerd . Thank you as well for the tag! ✨)

Rules: for every letter of the alphabet, compose a sentence/short paragraph beginning with that letter

I want to make a story out of this, so here is a short-horror story: “A Breath in the Cold, Dreaded Evening Frost”

A

All of them, every single one, had vanished.

B

Before the final day, I took a deep breath.

C

“Call out to me,” I begged. No one responded.

D

Death lurked around every corner.

E

Everywhere the stench of decay and rot stung at my nostrils, only dampened by the snow.

F

“Fire….” I shivered. “…I need to make a fire.”

G

Going into the forest, I gathered a few twigs and leaves.

H

Hardly any kindling was left. The forest was quiet.

I

I took another deep breath.

J

“Just stay calm…” I whispered in a shaky rasp.

K

Knowing there was little hope left, my pulse caught in my throat. My fingers shook in the frost.

L

“Let me live….” I whimpered.

M

More whispers in the biting wind screeched like banshees in my ears.

N

“No one is left.”

O

“Only you have remained. And here you will die.”

P

“P-Please work….” I stuttered on my frostbitten lips, striking the kindling against the sparse twigs and hoping to ignite a blaze.

Q

Quiet winds tousled my stiff hair. It was too quiet here.

R

Reality clutched at my heart. Nobody was left. All of them, every single one, had vanished.

S

Sobbing, I finally struck a spark from the flint. Embers smouldered a bright red as I nursed the flame.

T

Time is running out.

U

Under my hands, the fire died out. There was nothing left.

V

Very faintly, I drew my final breath. The final day.

W

Weeping, weary, I closed my eyes.

X

Xenon filled the air as a faint light grew. In the whispers of the wind, I heard it:

Y

“You are next.”

Z

Zero days remain.

Tagging (no pressure): @fortunatetragedy , @autism-purgatory , @cowboybrunch , @deanwax , @noblebs , @bookish-karina , @jev-urisk , @noxxytocin , @illarian-rambling , @willtheweaver , @aintgonnatakethis , @avaseofpeonies , @katenewmanwrites , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @fantasy-things-and-such , @far-cry-from-finality , @talesofsorrowandofruin , @theaistired , @i-hate-happy-endings , @ath3alin , @dyrewrites , +open tag!✨

[splitt-spectrumm]

Username Songs Tag Game

Thanks for the tag, @rivnedell! 🤍 And thanks for introducing me to Low Roar. Loved your list!

Here's mine:

S / Soft Shock - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

P / Paulette - Balla Et Ses Balladins

L / Longshot- Catfish and the Bottlemen (iykyk)

I / In Transit - Albert Hammond Jr.

T / Touch - Daft Punk ft. Paul Williams

S / still around - Fousheé

P / Pizza Boy - Everything Everything

E / Everybody Wants to Love You - Japanese Breakfast

C / Cane Suga - Glass Animals

T / Tropical Man - Menahan Street Band, Rogê

R / Reality Check - Binary Star ft. Senim & Onemanarmy)

U / Underneath the Moon - Gardens & Villa

M / Mannequin Love - Justice, The Flints

No-pressure tagging: @imherefordeanandbones @holdingonforheaven @slinkygail @halfagonyhalfhope @beanie-weanie-lemoncini @thegreatwicked @pickleprickle @uyuartik @mitth-eli-vanto @blazingheartsblog @palfriendpatine66 @lightwise @hereticpriest @impossibleprincess35 and anyone else who'd like to share theirs!

[least-sexy-man-competition]

ZIM VS FLINT PAPER

ROUND 1 SIDE B

REMEMBER TO VOTE FOR WHO YOU THINK IS MORE SEXY! THE LOSER WILL MOVE ON!

[rose-weaxley]

Memes de la gen 2024-25 pt.2 (ft. reprobados, ft. Instituto Scamander)

@homenum-revelio-rpg

[mariapaulaaah]

A-Z Challenge: List your sims in order, trying to complete the alphabet

Ok, i will try! @simscici thanks for tag me.

A- Akemi, Akira, Aleksander, Akio, Asami, Aiko, Adrien, Aldric, Arthenne, Arthur, Atlas, Aoki, Amidala and Asahel

B- Bryan, Bonnie / C - Charmaine, Chizuru, Carys, Chariot, Cole, Cecília, Charlotte / D - Dante, Daichi

E - Emiyo, Emil, Elle, Enrique, Elisa / F - Flint, Faye / G - Genshi / H - Hiroki, Haruki, Haru / I - Isis and Irís

J - Jun, Júlio, Jamaica / K - Kaito, Kaede, Kenji, Kyomi, Kaylee / L - Lukas, Lincoln, Luna / M - Moriko, Mitsuye, Magnus / N - Narumi, Noami, Noah

O / P / Q / R - Raiden, Reiko, Riku, Rydia / S - Sakura, Shion, Stellar, Shiori, Sebastien / T - Tomoe, Tsubaki / U / V / W - Willow / X / Z - Zaiden

Now, my god, where did so many sims come from? LOL I decided to consider only the sims from the Saori family, ignoring the old ones that I created over time. I don't think I forgot any

I tag @bakersimmer @strangetownpt99

[eclipian]

Can i have the medusa virus 

The Medusa Virus Headmate

pt: the medusa virus headmate

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

apart of the analog horror keywords

divider credit + picrew credit

“ Their taking out all our senses “

Name: Medusa , Athena , Aphrodite , Petra , Fossil , Amber , Juliet , Margaret , Flint , Peer , Peep , Numb

Age: 21

Pronouns: She/Her , Sh👁️/H👁️r , He/Him , H👁️/H👁️m , No/Nos , Blind/Blinds , Loss/Lost , Num/Numb , Stone/Stones , Marb/Marbel , Eye/Eyes , Vic/Victim , Dead/Deads , Dead/Death , X/Xs, RiP/RiPs , 👁️/👁️s , ❌/❌s , ‼️/‼️s , 🪨/🪨s

Gender: Boygirl , Hard Femme , Hehemme , Boyfemme , Tyflosianintesi , Abacinandusgender , Stonic , Musqua , Rockpilic

Attraction: Aroace , Queer Platonic

Other ID: Alderpetra , Dissomedusavirus , Dissoblind , Dissonoeat , Dissonodrink , Dissonobreath

Species: Human

Role: Paranoia Holder , Shock Absorber , Persecutor-Protector

Aesthetics: Analog Horror, Digital Horror

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , role , aesthetics

tagging: @bahtive

[eludin-realm]

Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

[officialgleamstar]

Hiiii Trav!!! (: because I love ask games like this (and bc my asks are currently off) I'm gonna give you four characters

Silas Flint, Suzette, Bison Billie, and Willowfine for you to break down

ask game

cracks my knuckles. hi egg :3 saved this one for last (well it was last, just got another one lol) because you sent four, you absolute madman XD tone: positive. i love talking about The Character(s)

i will drop this under a cut so it doesn't get too long though LOL

Silas Flint

How I feel about this character

he's my favorite oxventure character of all time! i dont even know how to explain it further than that, honestly. he's my favorite oxventure character and i giggle like a schoolgirl every time mike does his voice

All the people I ship romantically with this character

edie! just edie. edie edie edie, truly one of the m/f queer couples of all time. if bountybelle has no fans, then i am dead in the ground

My non-romantic OTP for this character

garnet :D theyre queerplatonic partners. i know this in my heart. youve convinced me

My unpopular opinion about this character

SILAS FLINT DOES NOT FUCK sorry but he DOESNT i just cant wrap my head around that concept. i will still read all of the smut with him in because oxventure writers are so good but hes so asexual to me its one of those headcanons i feel firm on XD

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

im really hoping to get more backstory elaboration for him in the upcoming season!!! i just need to know if his thing with horses has a story to it, or if he just has an irrational phobia XD

Suzette

How I feel about this character

suzette is one of my favorite npcs from the oxventurers guild!! i think her personality is. inconsistent, but always fun, i will cry if i think about her and dob too hard, and i just love a woman in stem

All the people I ship romantically with this character

yetta lagg :] they are wives in my heart. i also love your merilwen/suzette fics, so her as well <3

My non-romantic OTP for this character

i dunno :0 i guess i did answer a familial relationship for this question on another ask, so im gonna im allowed to answer dob lol theyre the siblings ever!!!

My unpopular opinion about this character

dunno if i really have one!! i dont think people really. talk about suzette enough for there to be any debating XD i guess, more a headcanon than an unpopular opinion, but i do think that dob and suzette were abandoned by their parents rather than orphaned :p i know some people have them as orphans, and i like that too!! but i think its sadder if they were abandoned so thats what i imagine khjgfhgjkfd

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

i just wish she was there more. just more. please. i love u suzette

Bison Billie

How I feel about this character

THE TIGER. HE DESTROYED HIS CAGE. YES. YES! THE TIGER IS OUT. i LOOOVEEEE billie and i want to see him more!!! two episodes wasnt enough for me, bring back jasper cartwright NOW!!

All the people I ship romantically with this character

edie <333333 once again, just edie, though that makes sense since she's the only person his age that he interacts with ghjbfghjbdfhjb

My non-romantic OTP for this character

i LOVE the idea of billie taking delacy in under his wing and genuinely teaching him the ins and outs of performance. i want them to have a mentor/mentee dynamic so badly i think its so fun

My unpopular opinion about this character

dunno if i have one :D i like everything ive seen of billie from other fans. it always makes me happy

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

like suzette. just come back PLEEEEASEEEEE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Willowfine

How I feel about this character

that's my wife's wife. my wife as in morven, or as in my friend dora? yeah. yeah, both XD truly i do associate willowfine with dora, which takes an already great character and makes her super special to me. i think its so fun to watch jane be the soft, good-hearted one. i love that she's a healer but is still powerful and is kind of intense. and shes so pretty and sweet, and i love that shes so kind and is still the defacto leader of the group. i think its so uncommon for the leader to be the softest of the group, and i LOVE that its the case here

All the people I ship romantically with this character

oh man. as is usual for me. just about anyone in the party XD but especially morven and cressida. i think about those three in various configurations so much that its stupid

My non-romantic OTP for this character

though i do like robin/willowfine, i really love their relationship as platonic. i want them to be friends so badly 💥💥💥

My unpopular opinion about this character

once again, not really an 'unpopular opinion', but i think she's kind of mean but trying very hard to be nice. like her kindness is an active effort. i know it's jane slipping and forgetting to think as willowfine instead of being herself, but i just love it when she says something snarky or too mean and has to correct herself XD

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

i want to visit her hometown SOOOO BADLY i need to know the worldbuilding there, the little hints we have gotten so far make me crazy. i need to experience the matriarchal cult of angel women. pleeeaseee

[filmorgue]

Flint and Seth strolled into the main hall, where they spotted a cluster of students huddled together. Flint recognized the group from orientation and made his way through the throng to reach them.

D: Hey, there you are!

R: We were searching for you!

F: Funny, because I distinctly remember you two abandoning me. Traitors!

Laughter erupted, followed by their apologies.

R: Looks like you’ve made a new friend!

F: Indeed! This is Seth. Seth, meet the crew: Rhiannon, Daphne, Leona, Mack, and Xen.

S: Great to meet everyone! So, we’re all freshmen here?

D: Seems that way smirks.

F: So, did you all discover anything interesting today?

D: Not much. I hit the library and found some fascinating books about the magic realm, even for seers like me.

R: I chatted with a few teachers. I think I might dive into alchemy and poisons. A werewolf with sorcery skills? Call me a hybrid!

The group burst into laughter, and then Leona chimed in.

L: That sounds awesome! But I’m keen on joining some clubs. What do you think, Mack?

M: I suppose I could consider it.

X: While you all are busy with your clubs and learning, I’ll be focused on serious stuff. I want to become the ultimate duelist!

Mack crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, while the girls giggled. Just then, another bell rang, followed by someone clearing their throat.

H: Welcome to all freshmen and returning students. I trust that you find this initial orientation engaging as you embark on your semester here. For those of you who are returning, you are already familiar with the expectations, and I eagerly anticipate witnessing your achievements this year. However, I sincerely hope we do not encounter a recurrence of last year's incidents. The faculty and I will be monitoring the situation closely. Freshmen, you have been provided with a guide and a map detailing all Filmorgue facilities within the mortal realm. Additionally, your accommodation details and the courses you will be enrolled in this quarter are included.

Tomorrow is designated as a free day, so I encourage you to take advantage of this opportunity to finalize your course selections before classes commence. Should you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact any headmaster. I wish you all the best for a successful year filled with exploration and learning.

A hush fell over the room, signaling that Mr. Hellstring had finished his speech, and soon a booklet materialized in everyone's hands. The audience began to murmur among themselves as some started to drift away. Flint glanced at the magical tome and realized that she was primarily enrolled in basic beginner courses. More like "So you wanna know magic 101" aspect not quite hands on. I guess being mortal you have to start the lowest of the low.

F: Not even one potion making course, lame

D: I think it's common for folks that can't...wield magic plus it's only the first quarter.

R: You have plenty of time to learn the more "difficult" stuff

F: Yeah yeah *rolls eye*

X: Alright I'm ready to check out this housing before all the good rooms are taken

Before he could take one step towards the door, two jerk powered through the crowd and bump into him causing him to fall on the ground

R: Hey watch where your going idiots!

?: Pfft, you're fault. Shouldn't have been in our way

Leona growled under her breath but Mack hold her back.

L: You losers could have also walked around us. There was plenty of room

?: Where's the fun in that?

They smirked before going on their way out the exit. Mack bend down to offered Xen his hand for help

M: You know when I said you'll get your comeuppance. This isn't what I had in mind

F: Are you okay Xen?

X: Pfft, of course I am. Jerks just caught me off guard

L: Well no school is completed without bullies. Ugh so high school

D: Everything was going so well

R: Let's not worried about those idiots, we should all start getting settle in while we still can

The group made their way towards the exit.

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Chapter 7 "Comeuppance"

Rhiannon (@sadraccoon061), Leona & Mack The Starnes (@invisiblequeen), and Xen (@xstardustbatsx)

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