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[briarruler]

I've seen (and loved) fics were Team Phantom band together and go on the run from the Guys in White. I don't think I've seen a fic were the families of Team Phantom band together and go on the run from the Guys in White.

Imagine it. The kids vanish and the next day the Guys in White are showing up at the door and bundling the parents into vans. The plan was to use them as hostages against their kids. They made three mistakes:

They threatened to harm them.

They promised to harm their children.

They put them together.

The Fentons, the Foleys and the Mansons promptly team up and escape. After that it's Team Parent vs the Government.

Optional characters include:

Ida Manson, assuming that the Guys in White didn't overlook her.

Jazz Fenton, if she isn't already on the run with Team Phantom.

Damon Gray, if Valerie is on the run with Team Phantom.

Their goals may vary depending on how much information they have (and what Team Phantom is up to) but includes at least some of the following:

Evading the Guys in White.

Finding their children.

Dismantling the Guys in White.

Figuring out what is going on with their children.

Leaving the country.

Protecting their children.

Getting the Federal Anti-Ecto Control Act revoked.

Although the real challenge might be cooperating long enough to succeed.

[dearlucygraybaird]

Admin post

Heyyy everyone

so I’d like to start out this post by saying I am changing this account from Clemmie to someone new

In light of the recent announcement of the pending deactivation of the Lucy Gray account, and the fact that this account has not gotten any interactions in the past month or so, I’m going to change it to a Lucy Gray Baird one 🥰 I’ve had experience playing and writing the character since I rp her on instagram already so I figured it would be easier then just grabbing a new one like Ma Plinth or Grandma’am, both of which I’ve never written for before.

I’ve had fun playing Clemensia, but I think I’d like to see someone knew able to take up the role :) I’m excited to see it.

I won’t be deactivating this account for the sake of the boop badges(and the fact that I don’t know exactly how to deactivate), instead I will simply be shifting it over to Lucy Gray within the next few days, or whenever I find the time.

I’m excited for a little change and I hope y’all are too!

@theclemmiedovecote signing off

[daddycassie]

Keeping track of the current loses to… the diseases

Lucy Gray Baird

Ida

Barb Azure Baird

Volumnia Gaul

Casper

Casper’s Dog

Maude Ivory Baird

Spark

Sejanus Plinth

Everyone else at the academy apparently(?)

[fishyartist]

Tumblrina 2 me btw. Would ride up and say some shit like “I’m not trans but I believe in their beliefs” or maybe say some shit about leaving to “steal some shoelaces” then kicking Joe Biden in the sack or something

[torturedcoveydepartment]

Ironic thing. Maybe the invisible string between Lucy Gray (+ the covey in general) and I roots in both of us being named after ballads. Mine is from a classic swedish folk song called “Ida’s summer ballad” 💐

[packedwithpackards]

Desertion, abandonment, and cruelty: The story of three Packard divorcees

From page 8 of “100 Years of Marriage and Divorce: Statistics [of the] United States, 1867-1967” published by the Public Health Service in December 1973.In my post last month, I focused on three Packard women (i.e. women who married into the Packard family, in this case) who divorced their husbands, specifically Lovina Jennie Rock, Ruey E. Eitnier, and Edna Meyers. There are many more I could…

[manuelamordhorst]

Tipp: Kunstsalat V in der Villa Sponte

[legendasalvatoris]

Family Room - Transitional Family Room

Inspiration for a mid-sized transitional open concept light wood floor and beige floor family room remodel with gray walls and a media wall

[perfettamentechic]

3 agosto … ricordiamo …

3 agosto … ricordiamo … #semprevivineiricordi #nomidaricordare #personaggiimportanti #perfettamentechic

2021: Jean Hale, nata Carol Jane Hale, attrice statunitense. All’inizio degli anni ’60, Hale apparve in spot pubblicitari e nella serie televisiva Sing Along with Mitch. Nel 1984, Hale e Gino Tanasescu crearono la Coleman-Tanasescu Entertainment, una società di produzione, e nel 2000 iniziò a dirigere la propria società di produzione. Sposò l’attore Dabney Coleman nel 1961. Ebbero tre figli:…

[jawnwutson]

Family Room in Portland Family room - mid-sized transitional open concept dark wood floor and brown floor family room idea with gray walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace and a media wall

[daddycassie]

@torturedcoveydepartment I KNOW WHAT YOU ARREEEEE 🫵🫵🫵🫵

[wrongcog]

I'm so sorry to have kept you all waiting on the requests, however I hope that now you see what I've been working on, you might understand why it took some time!! Especially when I've been working on this only in the evening, and while trying to keep my tiny human alive!

When I started this, it was originally a combination of requests/characters I really like! and somehow I ended up with 62 of them!! I'm hoping maybe in the future Ill revisit this, maybe try get 100?! But for now I'm glad to be able to take a break and start on other projects!!

This was really a labor of love, and I really hope you all like it as well! I did try my hardest to get as many details as I could, but I did take a few uniform liberty's here and there!! I hid a few little movie and game Easter eggs in there as well, let me know if you spot any!

And for those interested… Gryfindor - 12 Hufflepuff - 12 Ravenclaw - 15 Slytherin - 23

BOTTOM ROW (Left to right) Millie Claire @the-ozzie Lyla Estaris @kerimcberry Faustine Daemon @faustinio27 Matty Ambrose @girl-named-matty Philip Brown @endeavour12345 Siobhan Moriarty @wrongcog Courtney Brookson @CourtneyB22 Clora @choccy-milky Noelle Kasper @noelles-legacy Jamie Ambrose @rypnami

2ND ROW Gideon Smith @betheckart Sally Salamander @siboom777 Ida Ullson @limonnitsa Mara Ambrose @boxdstars Lamie Boo @lamieboo Pearl Castellar @vienguinn William Abbott @lil-grem-draws

3RD ROW Aphrodite Macbeath @venomousvio Lorrain Morgana @lorrainmorgan Eden Mars @juicegarrethfizzy Bear Whiteclaw @wit-grizzly Lucien Morningstar @ronlong6969 Amelia Goldstein @ameliathefatcat Elizabeth Philbrick @operation-pez

4TH ROW Hellendil Melinae @theravenchild Ester Merigold @icarus-wing5 Rohan Mac Uáid @ariparri Siyana Devonshire @dat-silvers-girl Ren Aries @localravenclaw Lady Primrose Gray @endlessly-cursed Evelyn Caddel @celestial--sapphic Jess Burke @serpentsillusion Oriona Blackshire @enotracoon

5TH ROW Aida Morgenstern @queen-of-stoneharts Lydia Parkinson @esolean Kate Mayflower @sunnyrealist Wisteria Ashworth @the-ashworths Aishwarya Merha @hogwarts9 Ariadne Enberg @necromary Eric Schall @yunaatay

6TH ROW Stella Taposok @a-florable Astarion Danar @kipthealien Alyssabeth Edwards @silvyadrakkon Winter Blackstone @moonstruckmoony Marvin Jerry @runicxraven Ruth Senet @phinik Karina Angeline Mayadytha @raraaf6

7TH ROW April Miller @lynnsartsworld Inger Eve Nilsdott @ethniee Morana Dimm @coffeeandmagicaltales Evelyne Lavandin @libellule-ao3 Julia Wright @superconductivebean Kanan McGarry @theguythatdraws Willow Rose Hawthorne @seb-sallow-girl Anwen Elmstone @serpensortiamaxima

8TH ROW Lou Brooke @m0mmat0rtle Layla Stark @marvelxlevram Zorro Del Toro @zorro-d-t Deirdre Neylan @cordidy Rydian Black @rydian-black Isaac Cooper @slytherin-paramour Cherise Sallow @thatslytherinqueen

[joojconverts]

4T3 Conversion of TwentiethCenturySims' Catalogue

A 4t3 conversion of (most of) twentiethcenturysims' catalogue for all your sims! I truly hope you like it! Enjoy! <3

In this compilation are included sets, mini-sets and standalone pieces that the original creator made! Recolors, posepacks, fantasy items, repeated pieces (things very similar to what I've already converted in the past), and pieces categorized as "timeless" are not included!

This is what I've been working on haha! My last statement for some time... thank you all so much, once again! 💖

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Known Problems:

The trim on the "Wilma Casual Dress" (purple dress with bow) gets a bit wonky at the end of the skirt! I tried to fix it in many different ways, but this is what I got!

The pleads on the "French Hen Dress" also get a bit wonky, same as above!

LIGHTING GLITCHES ONLY APPEAR ON CAS!

* Note that teens and elders have neck gaps. This is sadly the price for having them available! For teens, try using this and this slider by gruesim!

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ALL OG CREDITS GO T​O @twentiethcenturysims! IT’S NOT MY MESHES, AND IT’S NOT MY TEXTURES, I JUST CONVERTED THEM TO THE SIMS 3!

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NOTES:

Because TwentiethCenturySims is a great creator, his whole catalogue is quite low-poly and gameplay friendly, so don't worry about that!

All 3 hats are hat-slider compatible and unissex, as always!

The Ida, Annie and Elsie dresses (gingham and flowers pattern) all have 11 presets. First 10 are overlays, having multiple floral options, but with collars, buttons and bows being recolorable. Last one is completely recolorable!

The "baby sweater" (green sweater with black tie) has 4 presets, first two having christmas-like patterns, third one having a knitted pattern, and last one being completely CAStable!

The "baby dress" (red dress with white collar) has 12 presets. 6 first presets have a velvety texture which is recolorable, with 5 flower options to the collar, and one without the flowers. Same applies to the other 6, but they don't have the velvet texture to the dress!

The "baby hat" also comes with 2 presets, one having a velvety texture, and the other one not!

The "Havana jacket" (orange jacket with white shirt) has 31 presets. First one is completely recolorable, and the other 30 are a variety of overlay patterns to the white shirt. The jacket stays recolorable in all of them!

The "Eleanor 1930's Dress" (green dress with bow) has 6 presets. First 4 have overlay patterned presets to the dress, but the bow, collar and trim stay recolorable. The last 2 are completely CAStable!

The "Piper Dress" (kids' dress with blue bow) has 4 presets. The first 4 have overlay patterned presets on the dress, but the rest remains recolorable! The last one is completely recolorable!

The "Goose Suit" (kids' gray suit) has 3 presets. First two have different patterns checkered patterns, and the last one is plain. In all of them the collar is an overlay texture.

The "Ruffles the Clown Costume" has 2 presets, having two different stripe options.

The "Billy Sailor Suit" (Toddler's sailor-inspired outfit) has 2 presets, with two different mask options. The second one has three little recolorable circles on the belt.

The "Darlene Sailor Dress" is the same as the above, but reversed haha!

The "Swan Suit" (houndstooth patterned suit) is totally recolorable, though it may not seem like it lol! I added the houndstooth pattern from CAS, which you can remove and put anything you want instead!

The "Bonnie Two-Piece Dress" (checkered dress with buttons) has two versions: the AF-EF version, as usual, and a teen-age conversion, just because I feel like it'd be useful to you!

The "Viola 1930's Dress" (yellow stripes and brooch dress) has 5 presets. The first, second and last presets are totally recolorable, having different mask options! Third and fourth presets have floral patterned overlays on the dress, but the collar, belt, etc. remains recolorable! The brooch looks a bit off without the accessory overlay, which is the next note!

There is an overlay/color mix accessory for the brooch on the "Viola Dress, which can be found in the socks category. It gives a multiplier (details) to the brooch, as well as making it fully recolorable! If you're going to use the dress, I highly recommend only using it with the accessory activated! It has a separate thumbnail, as seen in the previews!

As you saw on the previews, there are two buy mode objects: a highchair and a potty, both for your babies! They're found where these objects are usually found (Kids -> Baby Furniture). The potty costs §30, and the highchair costs §100!

You probably noticed the 4 skirt thumbnails (with its half options) at the bottom. Because I don't want this post to be gigantic, I'll link to the original post where twentiethcenturysims explains how to use them and their purposes: HERE! Yes, they're found under "accessories"!

I think that's all haha! Now to the download! <3

SimFileShare |  Dropbox

☕  buy me a coffee or become a patron!

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Credits:

@twentiethcenturysims for all the meshes and textures; you can find everything here!

💖 @katsujiiccfinds​​​ @emilyccfinds​​​ @kpccfinds​​​  @xto3conversionsfinds

[therealslimshakespeare]

|| Not if but Who

Circa: April/May 1944

WARNINGS: 18+, typical universe warnings apply + rampant Nazis Eugenics ideology, strongly suggested, referred and mildly shown medical experimentation and abuse ❌

Johnny knew it would end up like this. Not even end up, it would start off like this and stay like this and the only likely change was some escalation of this.

And while he was sorry for it, and tired of it, and aware his course of action had been cryptic and perhaps unworthy of a honest, obedient, rule abiding inferior officer these last months but he also knew it would be like this.

So he’d done what he’d done.

And still, it ended up like this.

Him and Cleven, sat in this claustrophobic little shack with its pristine white walls, an absence of color that evoked sterility and tidiness back home but here in the muddy stalag it was positively off putting, with the sun beating in and the fan whirring in the single large window. There were smaller windows all along the ceiling like in a jail cell, and it made the bright white of the room positively garish at certain times of the day. It wasn’t time for that yet, it would take about an hour more for the sun to slant in right where it would reflect off the opposite wall and then beam right into Brady’s eyes and fucking glitter off the utensils.

The tools.

The medical shit, in its shiny metal tray with its squeaky metal wheels and its white terry cloth towel.

Johnny knew this well. This place with its noxious smells of copper and acetone, the sterile implacability was familiar, the sunbeams regular visitors he knew exactly when they would come calling. And the doc’s monologues too, they were very familiar. Johnny didn’t mind them half as much as when he stopped. When he stopped talking that meant he expected something from Johnny -a reaction of some sort. And worse than a bored kid in Sunday school, Johnny usually had floated far away from the subject at hand while the guy talked. First he’d gone horseback riding in his mind, even indulged in memories of brushing and washing and saddling Hector until his beautiful thoroughbred was a shiny black. Then when those reminiscences grew too gentle and meek for the accompanying feel of the doctor’s real life handling of his carcass, Johnny went to his fort, to training and to bailing, it kept the blood up and his heart rate racing.

The doctor liked those symptoms.

Johnny had learned to think of things that would do it, mimic the fear the monologues did not produce in his chest. He’d learned to mimic many things over the months. Some he’d not ever had practice with but he was clever at improvising. And some things he didn’t need to fake. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that but he wasn’t much into feelings these days. Feelings were the doctor’s preoccupation and Johnny had begun to associate them with him.

Or with Ida.

But mainly he improvised. He was good at it.

They said that in flight school, not too good of a pilot but a decent crasher.

But Major Cleven was the best at improvising. And yet, sat here opposite the authoritative little desk and its self soothing bully in a lab coat, it went to waste. Because the doc hadn’t grabbed for a speculum or a hammer or a needle even, he’d not even felt for swollen lymph nodes under Cleven’s chin or in his armpits. Not even taking interest in the twin cuts on his cheeks, the sickly gray circles under wide blue eyes- courtesy of a week in the cooler. Brady watched Cleven and tried to wonder why he wasn’t appealing, he was more impressive and more senior than Brady and yet remained unmolested. So far the doc had only talked. Talked and talked. Johnny knew it would be like this. And that’s why he’d done what he’d done all these months. Cleven wasn’t gonna beat this any better than he had.

Not while the guy kept talking. A strange punishment, this, for covering up his sister’s pregnancy. They’d not seen her yet. They’d not seen Bucky either. Cleven had enough sense or the self preservation to let them both go, allow the guards to take them away, submit himself to a moderate punishment. It landed him out of the cooler and about the barracks sooner than the two other components of the triune, and it caused him to be in here of all places, his brain being slowly roasted alongside Jack’s with pseudo physiological babble.

Right about now, it was anyone’s guess which of the Americans the doc was addressing. Brady figured both. Likely both of them. Mentions of Catholicism halfway through the first fifteen minutes of the doc’s bone numbing self articulation seemed pretty pointed towards himself. It went something like:

“This one is a religious man, yes? Catholic, I have seen his crucifix. Yes some men feel they are special because they are loved by a god, they are protected and dignified above the rest by this divinity. They do not expect to suffer nor are they allowed to enjoy certain things, because they are, like their god, above it.”

But then it veered, something more like:

“And then there are men, ones who do not think of things as forbidden or allowed, they only have wants. But will they act on them? No. But they do want. And it is odd, no, what will make such a man finally act on those wants?”

The latter question hangs there in the air, Brady suspects, intentionally aimed and poised metaphorically over Gale’s head, as strongly as any physical threat. He assumed it’s pointed at Cleven, since the man with wants is contrasted to the Catholic. Brady knows himself to be the latter, he wasn’t sure he’d classify his Major as a man with stark wants but surely all men, even Major Cleven, had wants.

“I don’t know what the hell you're on about.” Cleven sounds very measured to Brady‘s ringing ears and he finds himself letting out a breath of relief that the Major is still so damn composed. Maybe all is not lost.

“-I don’t mean for you to understand.” The doctor emphasized his subject by giving Gale an unimpressed look, “I am speaking of your friend, the large man, very loud yes? And very fond of you. The one that wants you.”

“No he doesn’t.” Brady finds himself blurting out before Gale can even inhale. To even bring this up, to haul whatever priceless chemistry their majors have into this rat shack and call it ugly, make warped -it isn’t something Brady can take, not like the needles and the electrodes and the rest of it. “He doesn’t -don’t you dare.”

His sudden rush of fury is like a gasoline fire lapping at the surf. Whatever this is, this quasi interview that feels ever more like a villain's cinematic crescendo, the doctor had his trajectory planned, nothing seems to put him off.

Johnny knew it would be like this.

“You know in Germany we sterilize men with unnatural wants.”

Brady can feel Gale go pale next to him. That’s more frightening than even being in this horrible place, seeing Gale Cleven lose his nerve.

“That what happen to you?” Brady felt rash in the wake of Cleven’s blanching and he took it as a score when Gale whipped his head up at the dig. It struck Brady as funny anyway, the way the doctor always had his experiments and his shots and his intimate exams but never required anything back. Not like that. Maybe he had been gelded that way. Maybe -Jack had thought of so many maybe’s these past months his brain was sore with them. None of them ever mattered, what mattered is what the guy wanted and required. Which suddenly seemed to have grown in ambition.

“I used to be a psychiatric pediatrician, in Munich. Before the war.” The man changed track, reminiscing in the face of Brady’s insult and it resulted in making him feel like everything bounced off a wall and hit him back in the face. Intentional on the doctor’s part, no doubt.

“Poor kids.” Brady muttured for the sake of obstinate morale and in genuine discomfort at the mere concept of this man in such close proximity to innocents.

“And I was excellent at my craft.” the doctor went on, “Do you know how many children the state had to take in because their mother’s were unfit, masculine? They had jobs, they were political, unwomanly. It ruined the children, only the greatest care could retrieve for them some vitality, have them to where they could give back some worth to the state. Do you know how we cured this ill? How we cleaned our country of women like that?”

Neither man had a jest or a guess. Answering seemed a very risky thing, and guessing was terrifying.

“They too, were sterilized.” the doctor laid his hands out, palms up in a familiar gesture of what was once common sense.

Johnny wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything more sickening. Gale for his part, had gone very still.

“I have here authorization,” the doctor lifted from his desk a file which had been lying there neglected all this time, stamps and lettering making its cover look quite official, “to enforce these measures for your female officers. The recent pregnancies in multiple of your officers makes this issue unavoidable.”

Neither spoke again. If they’d have bothered, they might have guessed that beyond the thinly veiled suggestions of homosexuality and fraternization there was something more intent here. Just as both men knew this wasn’t the end of the subject, otherwise, why bring them in for it? To tell them? To taunt them? The entire thing held the tone of one of Ev’s riddles, like there were two answers out of this thing, but damned if Brady had any idea if he was working with all the clues or only the first.

“I have already implemented it in your lady colonel.” he added, like an afterthought.

The ringing in Johnny’s ear had turned into a raging surf. “You- you didn’t-“ he heard himself croak before he could swallow his panic down; he thought of Ida and and he thought of father and he thought of mother and the grandchildren they’d never have and somehow he ended up thinking of Bucky and his throat closed up. He wanted Bucky right now, it was stupid thing to want but Cleven was too quiet in the face of this outrage and Bucky at least had cried with Jack when they buried that infant alongside the dead dogs and typhoid victims.

“I have an order to conduct the same with the rest.” The doctor continued, “I have some presentment that you gentleman would find this measure unfortunate, no?”

Gale’s finger had begun to drum a nervous rhythm on his chair arm, the one nearest Brady. Johnny stared at the tapping digit with detached intrigue, incorporating it into a piece he’d been arranging that morning before they got called in for this shitshow of a monologue. Maybe Cleven could be roped in as drummer, he could be taught by Christmas. Nothing else to do in this place. Except humor this fucking white coat.

“We wouldn’t allow it, sir.” Cleven spoke up at last, and it wasn’t apologetic but neither was it fierce, he seemed to be trying to match the conversational tone the doctor had adopted.

“Do you allow things now, Major?” the doctor inquired, amused. “See, I told you I know men like you, it is not what is allowed or disallowed, it is only want and the acting on it —or not. You do not have freedom to act, Major Cleven, not here, you know that already. I wish to teach that neither do you have freedom not to act, if what I want is for you to act.”

“Whadda’ya want?” Cleven repeated.

It was always going to be a bartering, since they stepped in here, somehow Brady thinks that he and the major both knew that, and in a frightening sort of malaise, he mourns the closing act of suspense as to what the currency is.

“I miss my practice, Major Cleven.” The doctor almost sounded as if he expected sympathy, Brady had heard him use it before, “I miss my craft, I was wrongly accused and demoted from my place and I find myself here with little to intrigue a mind as complex as my own. I can care for physical maladies, I can heal a boy’s shoulder and I can make his legs strong until he can lap this compound faster than the national record, yes? But it is not the mind. I miss minds, Major. Do you not think your own sufficiently damaged to need my expertise?”

Cleven’s eyes had squinted into slits, knowing and challenging, he didn’t deviate, “I said -what do you want.”

“You see then,” the doctor’s face beamed, “you do not allow or disallow. You can only -negotiate, yes? And that even, is a privilege that tomorrow? -we can take away. So do not, Major Cleven, make me take it away.”

Something in his Major’s face showed a meekness that was as horrifying to Brady as it was pleasing to the doctor.

“You see this,” the doctor was eager to go on, lifting the dreaded folder, it had Lu Smith’s face paper clipped to the front, and began to theatrically bury it beneath other papers, “this can stay here, if I am otherwise occupied. If more pressing matters require my skill. You have a woman with you of ethnic race, bronze, black hair -I can overlook her for these orders, even in the likelihood of the SS taking over, I can overlook on a few conditions.”

Brady could tell Cleven was hard at thought by the frantic twitch in his jaw, even as his eyes stayed mild and his mouth soft, he seemed to be trying to find that riddle answer. Brady felt sorry for him. There never was one in this place.

“You play many games to pass the time, you and your men, yes?” The doctor spoke again, having spent the past few deadly silent moments enjoying Cleven’s futile calculations, “I want you to play a game with me. I will not monopolize your time. But things must be fair, I cannot endlessly provide my expertise with no recompense, you cannot go on in your current state. The body flags, does it not? Once you have felt what I can do for you, you will respect my craft.”

Gale Cleven didn’t think he was likely to forget anytime soon those Adrenalin shots he’d seen Brady endure, or their symptoms of panicked sweating and tight chested jitters worse than any flak shakes, the utter inability to sleep. Or its side effect of thudding blood in his temples and his armpits and in his groin. The way Brady’s arms were littered with the puncture wounds. The obvious sight of the boy’s headaches that had him swaying in agony at roll call.

Maureen hadn’t been pleased about any of it, she’d said she knew of those kind of stimulants and they could kill a man by stopping his heart, said he should never take them. Certainly not to please her. Maureen was very far away from this hut and its gargoyle of an overlord and she needed to stay that way. Smith, he felt, was closer by the specter of her physical description.

“Games?” Cleven repeated and he felt rather than allowed his own mouth to smile, likely a wide and disbelieving thing because his heart might not accept the obvious here but his mind knew exactly what sort of games these would be. “We sure do.” he balled his fists on his arm chair to keep away the impulse to tap, “But I think you’ll find some of us -what did you call it? Allowing? I’d raise you; experienced. At these games.”

The doctor looked puzzled for once and on his own part Brady was sure he looked idiotically confused, although he felt the aura of Cleven’s meticulous precision in the air, some miasma of intent and calculation that made him snap to it and try to play along. Cleven’s smarts and intents were like that, tangible as a pet monkey on his shoulder but every bit as impossible to intelligently converse with.

“Sir,” Cleven leaned forward in his seat with that disarming cordiality that Brady had only ever seen him use on women or new recruits, “you and I know this game, s’why invite amateurs?” his meaning hung thin and obscure for a brief moment before he sucked in a breath and added his addendum, Brady should have seen it coming, “I can make it worth your while, a-and uh, and I am the one in need of treatment, like you said. Three's a crowd, sir. Send him out,” he didn’t even glance at the boy he was trying to save, just a callous jerk of the head to indicate his subject, “and we’ll play this, you and I -man to man.”

Brady felt his eyes smart, a wronged sort of gratitude jarring in his heart as he recognized the play. It was an emotion he’d only felt before in church at the thought of a perfect God allowing himself to be murdered for sinners. Gale Cleven, however less boisterous in his goodness to Brady than Bucky, was forever reliable in his sacrificial leadership, to be counted on to offer his back to be used as a stepping stone to get the objective done. Brady didn’t know him as well as Bucky, a matter of squadrons, but he always thought what everyone else thought- he was the closest thing anyone could get to Jesus Christ on earth with a toothpick. Something now about the savior’s scant loin cloth and the contouring rivulets of blood and the often omitted throng of mocking scoffers at the foot of the cross felt as shaming as it ought to have been all along. He wouldn’t let this sick fuck of a doctor see him cry, not when he could mistake gratitude for fear. Brady closed his eyes, neither of the negotiating parties were looking at him anyway.

“Oh, you mean for me to send him away?” The doctor repeated, comprehension feigned heavily in his voice, it came on stronger to Brady’s ears with his sight withheld, “But I am not a player, Major Cleven, I am artisan. It is for you two to produce what I direct. Don’t be rash, Major, don’t forget that even bargaining is a kindness I grant at my discretion. Your boy knows. See how white he has gotten. He shows more in his cheeks, you in your eyes, no? You would have made a fine contribution to our movement if you had been enlightened soon enough, Major Cleven, you are impeccably kaukasische.”

Gale gave him a sorry grin, one pained from something besides a lost chance. “But I’m not. Enlightened, that is.” his jaw shifted forward in a subtly cocky challenge, “So games. That your price?”

Brady had only seen the doctor look so pleased once or twice before, but this was a quiet, bone deep sort of satisfaction, no doubt only scored when having defeated someone as strong as Cleven. “Religious revulsion - pragmatic repression.” the doctor mused, looking to Johnny with the first epithet, then to Cleven for the second before smirking dreamily, “Clash them and who prevails? Mix them, and who absorbs who? Who wins?”

Cleven stared off just shy of the guy’s ear, at the window, a shift to boredom taking over. “Whadda you want us to-“

“Fascinating what can be found through reflexes, no?” The doctor rose for the first time and came round the desk, retrieving the small and now familiar little padded hammer before standing beside Brady, the also familiar feeling of the man’s hand settled heavy and reminding on his shoulder, right where it joined his neck. “One little tap, Major, and we can elicit a response the receiving party does not even think of, muchless grant permission for. See? Tap, and ah- there goes the arm.”

Nothing about the little taps to the elbow and the knees and the tops of his feet ever hurt, even when they were repetitive again and again some days. The bruising was minimal and the pain not to be categorized as such it was so trite. Far worse was the suspense of escalation, the graduation from elbows to the neck, to the jaw, or knees that climbed to the thighs and higher.

Cleven watched this mild experiment with the face of a man who knew it was a prelude and not a main event. “Fascinating.” he repeated politely with the wryest imaginable pronunciation. Brady didn’t manage to hold back a small laugh, all his discipline being engaged to keep from trembling under the doctor’s hand.

This only pleased the doctor who beamed between them as if a point had been proven. “He responds to you, already. Come, you will be my assistant, Major.” Gale’s brief look of horror was gratifying to Brady’s own but then that faded like a spark into an ever growing comprehension. “In my esteemed practice in Munich, we dedicated much time to this.” the doctor continued, “My assistants I trained to be meticulous, to let nothing affect their aim or their goal, there is a field of human responses Major Cleven.” the man warmed to his topic so transported that he seemed to expect Gale to convert right then, “All range of responses. We as a society have been taught to view some as bad or good, as incentives to action or inaction, compassion or anger. In medicine, it is only chemicals in the mind. Emotion becomes -chemicals. It is so beautiful, Major, to elicit without these boundaries. It is to view humanity as a God.”

Feeling already relegated like a corpse to the operating table, Brady glanced over to find Cleven giving the doctor a very unimpressed stare that would’ve fit well on horseback, staring down some Wyoming cow that had slipped its barbed wire and gotten itself into free country only to have its leg chewed off by a coyote.

“God, whatever he is, sure as shit feels more than you.” Cleven offered, mildly mannered still, he seemed conscious of the line between provoking and remaining entertaining, a cat finds no sport in an inert mouse. “I’m sorry I can’t be your assistant sir, but I’ll happily let you bang around on my tendons. Or -or let Jack here, he’d make a fine assistant. He’s been mine before.”

Assistant at the radio, where his quick mind was a whiz at translating Cleven’s chicken scratch and Morse dashes into news reports for the camp. The kid actually perked up at the praise and Gale felt his stomach go sour -more than it already was.

The doctor smiled at Cleven's repeated rebellion with strained forbearance. “Major, it is you who are to be my assistant. It is for the superior to break the propriety of his rank to heal his mind. It is the believer who I intend to dissuade. His religion makes him revolt to such touch, it is only societal shame that hinders you.”

Brady could feel the man’s hand jangling the chain of his dog tags, ones the man knew had a cross on them.

“Pragmatism and revulsion, Major, perhaps the two of you will switch places when this metamorphosis is complete. Or perhaps you will become one, and adapt, as all evolving creatures should. And as I have said, his face is telling, I was compelled to watch it from the moment I met him.” he extended the harmless little hammer to Gale. “Tap at my command, Major.”

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He kept saying -Brady, Jack, the kid kept saying- with every thump and jerk, kept saying in an assuring mumble “It doesn’t hurt sir.” -like that made anything better at all.

Jack said it again when they both stumbled down the hut’s outdoor steps, both of them squinting into the beaming glare of the setting sun, the last hours of their day already used up unpleasantly. Jack was rolling his sleeves down, he was muttering “doesn’t hurt at all” as he hid quarter sized bruises along his forearms beneath drab olive, fastidiously fastening the buttons at his wrists. His hair looked close to black it was so drenched from sweat.

“Brady.” Gale insisted on a halt before the kid rushed right back to the combine. It didn’t feel right to have this chat on what was practically the quack’s front porch, but then, where better? “Look at me, stop a minute and- Jack.”

Brady never had been anything less than excellent at eye contact, poker face too. The doc was right, though, his cheeks gave him away. Especially when he was mad. He wasn’t mad now, not that Cleven could tell, Cleven wondered how many months of this it took for the anger to fade into whatever this brusque apathy was.

“Major?”

Gale itched at the bridge of his nose, his own sweat drying there. “This hasn’t got a damn thing to do with your pain tolerance.” he reminded, “Or that -that fuckin’ little hammer.” They both allowed a moment of disgust to pass between them before he went on, hands on his hips and all the old bearing he could summon, “Brady, he’s goin’ for our minds, you know that. Better than me. This hasn't got shit to do with pain and I need to know-“ Gale sniffed, rough and angry, rather like a bull himself, eyes frustrated and wild like Johnny had never really seen them, “Jack, I need to know what else. Because, he’s not gonna stop here. S’not gonna be just little hammers till we get out. He’s gonna want more and more and there’s not shit we can do besides-“

When he failed to submit to the reality of it all verbally, Johnny muttered it for him- “Besides give it. So they don’t have to. Any of them.”

“Yeah.” Gale’s jaw kept ticking but his maddened eyes were sagging with fatigue, without Bucky, even without Ida, Cleven was like a toy soldier sticking to the form of the drill without cognizant rationale for the need of it, he’d run out of ways to lie to himself. “I’m gonna try with the Commandant. But, they say the SS gonna take over anyways and-“”

Brady scoffed, nothing against Cleven it was only he’d been thinking of Fritz, of how even some of the guards weren’t free of the fucking lab coat, how the orders for sterilization were already here, how his sister was already mangled by them. “-That could backfire.” he observed, because he’d thought about it time and time before; and decided against it every time.

Cleven just shook his head. He was likely going to try. And that was kind of him, very like him to try to make another appeal to the Kommandant. And probably useless all the same “I’m sorry ‘bout your sister.”

Jack’s face folded into a grimace, ugly lines all around his sharp nose, looking fucking ancient for a brief minute in his grief. “I dunno what to- what to tell my folks.”

“Don’t.” Cleven suggested; none of them even knew if she was still alive, no need to write she was sterile if worse news was coming up right behind it in the mail.

“‘kay.” the lines smoothed a little.

“You in this?” Cleven asked Jack after a beat, “Really in this? For whatever they push? Because I’m not sure two American boys like us can think up what he might ask. And when he does, I need to know beforehand.” The bitterest look crossed his face before he added, “I wish I coulda spared you. I’d like to have, liked to have had you gone for a lotta reasons but, it’s not to be, so, are you in?”

Brady was already looking at him with more than agreement, more even than resolve, there was a fatigued compassion there that Gale didn’t know how the kid had retained through months of this. He also looked very young, suddenly, the shift made something in Gale’s soul twinge uneasily. “To the bitter fuckin’ end, sir.” he says with a man’s resolve, and Gale thinks of the boy’s father, and what that man might think of Gale for not managing to protect his son from this. He thinks of Ida and of her curious, hurt eyes, the inventory of their collective failures she keeps and does not judge, of Bucky who carries it all on his shoulders without noticing the particulars, Maureen and her sudden harrowing sobriety.

He wonders if company in this degradation will be the end of Jack or the saving. He has never been close to the boy, not like Bucky or even Benny, but he never did like him better than right now. Never wished better for him than right now. Never noticed his cold eyes had flecks of green when the sun slanted just so, they were warm in the light of a dying day and Gale tried to remember that, how they were, in case he ever needed to remind him. In case that died out, too.

Jack’s eyes had green in them once. And Gale was to blame for this. Whatever this might be.

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Mentions: Aggressiveness, Murder, l.o.v, Emos, Sex, Virgin Reader, squirting(simple), Fucked Dumb, Fluff ending.

“ y/n you will always be an orphan! You will never have parents who care about you!  You will never experience a parent's love!” Momo yelled at you. The party was going very well, laughter, food, drinks, games, etc. Bakugou was playing Just Dance way too seriously with Mina and Jiro, Denki stuffing his mouth with food. Uraraka recorded everyone doing silly things. 

You looked at Momo, “ W-What?” you said. “ Woah calm down.” Kirishima said. Izuku was thinking of a way to clear the tension. “ What’s gotten into you, Momo?” Tsuyu asked. You started crying. “ It’s the truth.” she replied and turned away. You weren’t about to let her get away with what she said and so you gripped her hair then made her fall to her knees. “ What are you going to do? Hurt me? I don’t think our friends would be happy about that.” she said. The smirk on her face made you even angrier. You dragged her outside. They followed. You had multiple quirks. This time you’re using them for evil. 

All your life you were treated badly and being a hero you promised to help civilians have a peace of mind. With the money you make from being a Pro- Hero you're planning to open an orphanage and make sure children will be safe and being cared for. 

 You made Momo levitate in the air. “ Y/n whatever you’re going to do. Don’t do it!” Izuku yelled. Momo isn't the only one who can create things. You tied a noose around her neck. Everyone was too shocked to even move. They couldn’t believe their beloved friend was doing such evil. You tied the other end on a tree. You were crying. Crying in pain. You’ve had enough. Everyone ran to Momo except Katsuki who held you down to the ground. You struggled to move. You’ve had it. Enough is  enough. “Hurry up Idiots!!!!!” Bakugou yelled. You started burning his arms. No matter how much they tried to untie the knot and bring her down they struggled like crazy. It wouldn’t undo. They’d have to beat you unconscious if they want to save her. Denki zapped directly at you. You yelled in pain. “ Sorry..but you’ve crossed the line.” Denki said. You snapped your fingers and she was let loose. You made sure she couldn’t save herself. You laughed with tears running down your face. Bakugou let you go. “ We will give you a 10 second head start,” he said. Ida ran to the station and informed what happened. Within seconds other heroes showed up and at a distance sirens were heard. You caused a very huge explosion causing the fire and with that cover up you left. You knew exactly where to go. Your old hideouts as a child. Very hidden. 

You’re officially a murder. A villain. You manage to live. Stealing was easy. Food, electricity, even water. A distant hidden location. It looked like no one lived there when you first moved in. After a month and a half. Someone kicked open the room's door. “ We like the update. Get out. You’re in our turf.” a man with a touch of gray and blue hair said.  He had hands over his body. He looked in his early 20’s ? You yawned getting up off the couch remembering him. “League of Villains…Shi-Shigaraki.” you spoke. You’re a little scared and nervous. “ I’ll kill you,” he said. “ Go ahead. I’m fine with it. I’ve lived enough in this shit world.” you responded. He hesitated. Every Villain has a hard past. “ Who would’ve thought a little mouse like you would end up here.  A pro hero.?” Dabi asked. He gave you a teasing look. You know they want from you. Intel. “ You will tell us everything you know.” Shigaraki said forcing you to sit down. Toga stared at you and licked her lips. “ You think you can get to me just because I murdered a hero?” you said crossing your legs. “Well now we know the reason you disappeared!” Toga said, giggling afterwards. Dabi was eye fucking you. “Quit eye fucking me. You’re old.” you said. “I’m still in my 20’s babe.” he replied sitting next to you. “If you give us some answers…we’ll reward you.” Toga said. “ I don’t need money so good luck.” You replied. “ I’ll kill your family.” shigaraki said. “ You can forget about that one too.” You replied. They felt bad for you. No friends, No family. Nothing. They also had no family but at least they have each other. 

A month went on by and they basically lived with you. You wiped your tears and then shook Dabi awake“ I can’t sleep…had a nightmare. Can..I sleep with you. Only for tonight?” You asked. “ Okay.” He replied. You immediately got into bed. You kept your distance. Dabi is a hugger and so in the middle of the night he pulled you to him. You both felt comfortable. You slept so well that night. Like a baby. 

You woke up in his arms. Clinged onto him. “ You’re finally awake. Can you let go now. I woke up 2 hours ago. I tried to get you off but you’re very clingy and strong.” he said as you let go. “ Drink tea for nightmares…chamomile and Lavender helps.” He said. You started getting ready for the day. Once you were done, you walked downstairs seeing your fella villains. “ Why did you kill a classmate?” Toga asked. “ You ask me that every morning it's annoying.” you replied. “ Leave her alone Toga. After all it’s her Birthday..” Shigaraki ordered. You looked over. “How the hell do you know?” you asked, upset. “ Ua students can’t just roam around freely. I’m sure you still have information.” he said. “ I don’t have any information. You can interrogate me all you want and threaten to kill me but I have nothing.” you replied drinking water. “ Lets celebrate! You’re one of us now. We always celebrate each other's birthdays. I know it must be shocking for you.” Toga said smiling. Twice handed you a full bottle of  Whiskey. You sighed and said, “Fuck it. Why not?” Shigaraki smirked. “ There’s more where that came from.” Twice said. “Happy 18th Birthday to me.” You said chugging the alcohol given to you. It’s your first time drinking. Tears slipped from your eyes. They all knew how you felt so they didn’t stop you. You eventually stopped and burped. “ Like it?” Dabi asked. You nodded. “ Strong but enjoyable.” “Toga go do your job for her special day.” Shigaraki ordered. “ My classmate always bullied me..I kept pushing forward…My class planned a party to relax… she just bursted on me. She said that I'll always be an orphan. That I will never have parents that care for me and their love. That was my last straw. I have multiple quirks and I can create more..I used them to hang her.” you said aloud. “  Your 1st murder always hurts you but eventually you’ll know that killing people is for a good reason sometimes.” Shigaraki said. Villains are emos for sure but they hide. Your birthday was surprisingly fun. They really care in their own way. 

Months passed and you were getting close to dabi. Too close. You’re 18 legal of course but he’s 5 years older. You didn’t care because you were underneath him. 

“ You sure you want this y/n?” he asked. You nodded. “Words little flame.” he said. “ Yes Dabi please. I’m ready.” you replied. He slowly slid his cock into you. You whimpered in pain gripping his arms. “ It’s okay. It will go away. Relax, please you’re going to break me.” he said, allowing you to adjust to him. He pecked your forehead. He started thrusting. Groaning in pleasure from how tight you were. He loved the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him right back in. He started fucking you hard. “ D-Dabi!” you yelled out as you felt immense pleasure. “It’s daddy now. Got that my baby girl.” he responded. He knew you wouldn’t last long. That won’t stop him from finishing. “Come on baby girl. Say it.” he ordered slapping your cheek softly. Your eyes rolled back with your back arched as you said, “Daadddyyy please.” He smirks, giving you what you desire. He was rough and fast. You gripped his arms and eventually left scratches all over his back. “S’close. Daddy.” you said legs spasming. “ Cum f’daddy baby. Make a mess.” he ordered. You came and squirted. A few more times as he kepted going.  That only made Dabi chuckle and grow harder. Your juices were all over him and on the bed. After he played with you for awhile you were fucked dumb. He finished cumming. 

He was planning to make you his since the moment he saw you. As he pulled out he noticed you were responding. He shook you softly. “ Passed out. I should’ve held back.” he said. You both developed feelings for each other. You guys wouldn’t have had sex. He knew you were a virgin and you wanted to lose it to someone you trust and like. He made you take a bath. You were too tired to even wake up. He also bathed. 

The following day you woke up to him dressed in his usual clothes.. You sat up in bed feeling pain. “ Rest.” he ordered. You didn’t listen and got out of bed falling on the ground. You felt pain on your back and legs. “ What did I tell you Y/n. You need it. I’ll be taking care of you. You’re mine now. My girl.” he said, setting you back on the bed. “ I’m all yours and You’re mine.” You said smiling. “ Yes I’m yours y/n. You passed out on me last night. You didn’t even know we bathed together. It was a bit of a struggle but it worked out. I’ll make dinner for you. Something quick and yummy.” he said ruffling your hair. You fixed your hair shocked. “D-Dinner? What did you do to me?” you asked. “ I knew you would finish first. You came a few times. I needed to finish too. I overstimulated your body and you passed out by the time I came. You were great. I loved it. I hope you enjoyed your first time.” he replied. You blushed “ Yes I did. I didn’t think it would take a huge toll on me.” you replied. “ Sweetheart, I like it hard, rough, and fast. You’d obviously be tired and weak.” he replied, handing you a pain killer with bottled water. You swallowed the pill with the water. “ Hey..um..I know…I’m not much of an emotional dude in front of people..but with you.. I love you.” Dabi said while facing away from you. “ I love you too, idiot. Look at me please.” you said holding his hand. He faced you and you surprised him with a kiss. He returned it. The make out session started and it was full of passion.