#lemme know if i need to change anything >:)

[chromeheartsbaby]

⊹ ‧₊˚ - 3 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀

“don’t look. just keep walking.”

the flash wasn’t loud, but brooke felt it.

she adjusted her sunglasses and held lumi’s hand a little tighter as they stepped out of the black car. paris was alive, buzzing — not with traffic, but with whispers. whispers that sounded too much like drew starkey. “don’t look,” brooke said again under her breath, tugging lumi gently toward the hotel doors. “just keep walking.” lumi looked up, confused. “are they taking pictures of us?” brooke gave her the softest smile. “they don’t know who you are, baby. we’re just two girls in paris, remember?” but she knew. someone knew. or at least… they were getting close. the energy was off.

they got into the lobby. it was calm, but not really. brooke’s phone buzzed twice before they even made it to the elevator. first from drew. then from a number she didn’t save — but she recognized it anyway. a paparazzi. she opened the message.

attached: a photo. clear as hell. her and lumi, mid-step. not even blurry. it was too clear.

brooke didn’t say anything. she just pressed the elevator button with one hand, and held lumi’s hand tighter with the other. they got to the suite. saint was already flopped across the couch, eating hotel croissants and watching something on tv like it was just any other day. brooke tossed the keycard on the counter.“okay… so, slight change of plans”

saint didn’t even look up. “lemme guess. we’re not allowed to go outside anymore?” brooke didn’t answer right away. she pulled out her phone again, staring at the photo. it had already made its way to a stan twitter account. she tapped into the tweet. 1.2k retweets. 4.9k likes. 187 bookmarks. lumi. was. trending.“auntie brooke?” lumi asked, voice small. she turned to her niece and smiled softly. “nothing for you to worry about. go wash your hands, baby, we’re gonna eat.” saint’s eyes didn’t leave the screen, but he could feel the shift. he finally glanced at brooke. “what happened?”“you don’t need to worry about it either,” she said quickly, a little too quickly. “does dad know?” saint pressed. “yeah. he’s calling your mom now.”

her heart was pounding. she couldn’t even hear the tv anymore. this wasn’t just some fan theory getting out of hand — this was the internet doing what it does best: connecting dots they were never supposed to find. not like this.

she stared at the screen until her eyes burned. her thumb hovered over drew’s contact again. then back. then again. but what was the point? he already knew. and he was probably pacing around that hotel suite trying to fix it, pretending like he didn’t see this coming — pretending like this wasn’t always the risk. they said they’d protect the kids. said it a hundred times. keep their names off the blogs. out of the stan tweets. out of the edits with sad piano music under rafe cameron clips. but lumi was ten. and saint? saint barely knew how to keep his account on private. how were they supposed to explain this? she ran a hand down her face. she wasn’t even mad. not really. she was just… tired. tired of being the one who always had to hold it all together. tired of almosts and maybes and “i miss you” whispered between hotel stays. tired of drew. but never tired of the kids. never tired of loving them enough for both of them. her phone buzzed again. blocked number. probably press. probably someone fishing for a quote. probably too late to stop any of it now. she didn’t answer. just locked her phone, set it face-down, and finally let the silence take over the room.

⊹ ‧₊ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @frankoceanluvr11 @lanaslushworld @silkylovey

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[rexomi]

Something something. Making Solas a liar in Veilguard actively brings back a problem they fixed working on Inquisition.

On December 20 2019 VGS posted an interview with Trick Weekes about their work on Solas. This whole sentence is a link so its large enough for mobile but also disclaimer this is before they changed their name so deadname warning.

Here's a transcription I found here which is where i took the screenshots above. Since I know not everyone has 40 minutes to listen to an online radio interview.

I however highlighted the main point since most of you are not reading the screenshots anyway but skimming through. Rant under Read-more. Also bc i try to not be too negative on people's dashs but also i wanna ramble some more.

"But he lied a lot more. And it really weakened his character."

You can tell this happened during the game. Solas lies only once within Inquisition. He says something he can't be vague about and you push him so he lies, badly. He usually tells the truth vaguely. Typically Solas lies no more than Blackwall.

I fully believe that if in Inquisition your inquisitor figured out that Solas was Fen’harel and asked him bluntly to his face he'd confess. He might even be impressed. But why would you ever start to think that. No one assumes that their coworker is actually Poseidon regardless of how much they love the beach and ocean.

He hides in your expectations.

You can't ask him about being an ancient elf or being Fen'harel of myth because those aren't very probable. They're astronomically low to be truth within that universe. And outside, no one finished DA2 and went i wonder if one of our next companions is the Dread Wolf. Sera said, impossible things can't be surprises. He doesn't have to lie so when the truth comes out it's becomes obvious on a second playthrough.

They then actively bring back a problem they fixed in Inquisitions development. That they were open about fixing. That having a character that outright lies to you makes you have no intention of even hearing out the character. It retroactively undercuts Inquisition bc i see people trying to find Solas' lies in it when they aren't going to find any beyond the court intrigue.

It undercuts any lore we do get from Solas bc people dismiss it outright as being a lie from Mr "I abhor blood magic". I feel like shaking people's shoulders like no, dont do it.

They retconned him guys i have proof from 2019.

And its like if you hate Solas is this even satisfying? Like that's not Solas. His motivations are gone (that's a whole other post) and so is his core personality trait. It's like they went here's the Dreadwolf but during the ten years they replaced the smug asshole who was insufferably right with a 20 yo senior chihuahua that doesnt have any teeth.

My favorite villains are those that tell the truth. Because nothing hurts more than the truth. Can you imagine if he told you the truth. If he told you horrible things that you dismissed as lies to only be true. Wouldn't Varric’s death have more weight if he told you Varric was dead only for you - for everyone - to see him in the Lighthouse. If it was a spirit who took his shape to help you or even because it saw something worth reflecting in your memories.

So you dismiss him until it's revealed near the end oh he was telling the truth and you have an oh shit maybe he was right about other things but its too late to try and stop any of the truths he told you which could be from allies/companions betraying to stuff about Ghilan'nain and Elgarnan.

Like the only way to redeem Solas was to listen to him and by going out of your way to address problems he sees and you can find the alternative to tearing down the Veil by a series a little puzzle pieces throughout the game.

Have it be he will only listen to you if you listen to him. That he'll reject your other solution bc why the hell would he trust you if you couldnt extend the same.

Like Solas couldve been a great villian and he should've been great for both the haters and those that liked him. Not only the romance but for those who became his friend. Like i keep coming back to if i hated Solas would i be satisfied with Veilguard.

And the answer is no because that isnt Solas.

Tricking him has no weight bc he's an idiot in Veilguard like not even in the ending bc doesn't notice you switch the dagger around like right in front of him but none of his actions make sense. Ppl have mentioned the regret prison makes no sense for Elgarnan and Ghilan'nain bc they don't have regrets.

Attacking Solas has no weight because he literally needs the shit kicked out of him by a dragon for it to even begin to work. They literally need him to be at deaths door before its realistic that Rook could take him in a fight.

Redeem has no weight bc of the massive retcons to his motivations. They had to retcon the post credits scene bc even if Flemythal went hey i don't want you to do this Dai Solas wouldve went okay but that doesnt solve my other problems with the veil including the corruption of spirits and the fact its in literal shambles so i guess is still coming down.

I'm just disappointed. By the end of Trespasser they had a great villian and they just tossed it to the side and reverted him and people are arguing about a character who's sole defining trait in Veilguard is a problem they solved before Inquisition launched.

Basically we can sum it up with a screenshot.

[angelpuns]

Lil hater Leo in honor of me FINALLY getting out of bed. Idk what happened to me today but I couldn't get out bed for the longest time ;-;

Anyway just like me, Leo also managed to get out of bed. Now, I for the life of me couldn't figure out what I would want someone to say to me in this situation, so I went the silly route. Probably don't actually say this to someone, I genuinely don't know what I would have wanted someone to say if there were anyone for me to apologize too :/

Anyway here's a transcript:

Leo: I'm sorry...I was supposed to cook dinner, but I did nothing all day...

Yuichi: it's okay!

Yuichi: in the wise words of my great-great-great-grandfather...it just be like that!

Leo, thinking: idk why this is making me feel better

Leo: he did NOT say that

Yuichi: he did, I swear

Anyway I once again would not recommend actually saying this and I don't think Yuichi WOULD say this, but I couldn't think of what I would want someone to say so :/

[smilesrobotlover]

Minish posting again.

And Minish meeting @madebysoupy ‘s old man Sprout. I really wanted to draw him 😭 you know me, I love small old men (he’s not that old but you know)

[kidspawn]

I don't think Blue and Gansey would get married. At least, not legally married. I think because Blue would see marriage as an unnecessary legal document that does nothing to solidify the relationship one of them literally died for, because there's nothing a certificate could do that she and Gansey have not already proven. They're in love, they're soulmates, they don't need marriage to make that point. And I think it'd be a thing for them, not to get married. Because it does nothing for them they haven't done for themselves.

I think, for Gansey, it'd be both what I mentioned (they don't need it, it proves nothing, they're literal soulmates, they don't need to be tied down by anything to prove they love each other, they're young and free and they can go anywhere and they don't need a certificate to tie them together, etc), but also... not having a big wedding is contrary to the more conservative upbringing he has. Getting married in some big way would be very contrary to his desire to separate himself from the Gansey family, because I'd put money on his parents wanting him and Blue to have a formal ceremony. He doesn't want that. Because Blue doesn't, it'd feel performative. It isn't them. And it isn't Gansey, who wants his relationship with Blue to look on the outside like it is on the inside. And that's not reflected in a traditional ceremony.

HOWEVER. I could see Gansey seeing a practical element to it. Financially, in order to get in the hospital room if anything happens, for the legality of it. I can see him and Blue hashing it out and arguing over it and him explaining that he may not like it but it's really, the most sensible action they can take, and it doesn't change anything they'll still be them. just with some signed paperwork so he can sit in the hospital room because Blue has a habit of getting involved in stabbings by proxy and vice versa because damn it Gansey you're the one who keeps dying. And then, and only then, would they sign some marriage paperwork and get burgers and maybe Blue would wear a homemade sewn dress and Gansey would wear his glasses and they'd know that, really, it didn't change anything, it's just a title, and at the end of the day they're partners through and through.

(Anyway, this is my roundabout way of saying that I don't think Gansey or Blue would get married. Not because they don't love each other but because they love each other and their freedom and their partnership without all the intricacies and labels and complexities that come along with a marriage license. Okay, goodnight.)

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@flightofthestarscream

Upon first glance from the front viewing platform of the Peaceful Tyranny, Tarn already knew this was not the Cybertron he'd resided upon for many years. He could not see any immediate sign of large, functional cities, and the planet itself seemed dark, desolate, its surface devoid of grand, towering structures. He hesitated in approaching. There was little purpose in visiting a Cybertron in ruins. It could even be dangerous, depending on who inhabited the wreckage, if there were any occupants left on the planet at all.

Thus, he decided to keep the Tyranny in orbit, and set the ship to drift around Cybertron. The quantum engine required several hours to cool from a recent jump, and he had more than enough fuel to sustain himself and his vehicle for much more than that time. He watched the planet, which, by all appearance, looked completely dead. Out of curiosity, he pinged the surface with the ship's central console, and wondered if there were any Decepticon stragglers in need of transport.

::Salutations. This is Tarn of the Decepticon Justice Division. All hail the Empire. Pax per tyrannidem.:: He said by way of greeting. ::Does anyone upon this world, comrades in particular, receive this message?::

[xobelladonna]

Christmas in November

"You know what the best part of being Jewish is?" Eddie asked.

He was at Steves place helping the kids study for midterms. They claimed his house has the least distractions, and since it was obvious it was really because they knew Steve was the easiest for them to manipulate, Eddie decided to stop by as well. It was only a bonus that Steve always baked tons of snacks for them whenever they were there.

Steve looked over from where he was currently putting a batch of cookies onto a plate. "What?"

"When people start talking about Christmas shit in the middle of November i can just say 'im Jewish' and it usually shuts them up." Eddie smiled cheekily.

Steve looked down at his Santa Claus pajamas (which Mike has been making fun of since the moment they entered his house) then over at the calender. November 13th.

"I'm starting to think you're tryin' to say something." Steve joked back, flattening out his shirt before carrying the cookies over.

[moonmaidenboy]

@havntedone liked this post for a starter ⭑.ᐟ

{ TW ; nsfw-ish elements }

⏾⋆.˚ PEARLESCENT moonlight spilled through the fractals of the tree line, leaving silver patches that illuminated the grass. The tears of Selûne glimmered like jewels in the sky, but Bram paid no attention to them. Not tonight.

He was restless, the exercises he completed doing nothing to expel the energy pent up deep inside of him. The fledgling cleric felt like a bowstring pulled too taut, only a little more tension was all that was needed to make him snap.

Bram's body was dewy with sweat as he sprawled along the grass. His chest heaved lightly, but it did nothing to cool him off. It was moments like these where he hated trying to be good. In a past life, he would tangle with a willing body until the sun rose and they were far too tired to give it another go.

Now, he did countless pushups and sit-ups in an attempt to run himself ragged. All to no avail.

Oh, how he longed to be corrupted again.

[darlingbardling]

@weaveofwaterdeep ⭑.ᐟ

𝄞𝄢 THE night was quiet and still, the sky a garden of stars overhead. Despite the tranquility of it all, Bree felt restless.

She had a lot on her mind. Well, mostly in her mind if one were to take the ilithid parasite into consideration. But there was also a certain someone on her mind as well.

Bree sighed aloud, pulling her knees to her chest. She didn't like the way she felt, like her heart was ready to sprout wings and take flight whenever she looked at him. The bard had crushes in the past, of course, but this felt like completely new territory. It was uncomfortable and exhilarating at the same time.

Not that it matters, she thought miserably to herself. She was almost certain she wasn't Gale's type. While he was smart and sophisticated, Bree was— well, Bree.

[5mind]

/* From Aurelius (@order-of-the-pharos-universe), for whoever you want */

They'd known about the island of Tripol for quite a while, of course. Given that Tycho and his ilk had been around for over four hundred years, and Aristotle had been around for over two thousand, it was hard not to.

At least, they'd seen the name on the map, a handful of times while looking for other tiny Pacific Islands. Up to this point in time, they've had no interest in the island and written it off as insignificant. Though, perhaps they should have known better. The tendency for most larger governmental organizations to overlook tiny islands populations just as big was their own motive for taking up residence on Leonide Island off the coast of Alaska in the Chukchi sea.

The short report that maybe they should take interest in the activities on Tripol came from a member of the order Aurelius only knew by the alias, Basalt, who belonged to one of a network of small sets that were scattered across the south Pacific, and monitored the region for supervillains. Were they heroes? villains? A potential ally or enemy? Were they connected too Bleddyn's people?

As Basalt and the other members in the order were tied up dealing with Bleddyn Owen's people attempting to take over Fiji, the council agreed to send the Ataxonimos Modulus, which included Aristotle, Ada, Piri, Mary Draha, and Aurelius.

Upon arriving, the group split to conduct their reconnaissance. Aurelius found the nearest park in Bayfloat where he could sit in his wheelchair, listen to the Earthsong, and draw a map of the island. He can hear... everything. The ocean, the land, the flora and fauna, in the Earthsong. He'd been sitting there for about a quarter hour when he noticed... something... in the earthsong approaching him, and looked up at the approaching figure.

Anywhere one looked one would find varying levels of villainy and heroics in Tripol locked in an uneasy balance (or lack of thereof ). It all really depended on which one of the three cities, really. The smallest city - Bayfloat - wedged between the two larger cities were a hotspot for both criminal activity and unusual phenomena of all sorts.

And despite this, the city was often seemed and felt peaceful on a surface level. This particular day would be a shining example of such. Even villains needed a break (or at least time away from the media spotlight). So did the self-established 'group' of heroic androids that called themselves the Mechanical Squadron Fivemind.

And in their free time, the android simply tried to live as humans do. Emphasis on tried.

One did not need to be able to hear the Earthsong, to notice audible footsteps approach in a somewhat lop-sided gait. Despite the clear skies, the machine in humanoid form was clad in an opaque raincoat draped over the right side of their body to conceal a bladed arm from the public eye.

The android simply nodded at Aurelius to acknowledge his presence before settling on the ground next to him. There's a soft whirr from within the machine as it seemingly stared onto space. Whatever it was doing, it was mostly internal.

[darcyxpalmer]

status: closed with @akhilaasthana where: along the streets of the bungalows

Maybe if she just gotten home, these hornets would leave her alone - at least that was Darcy's thought process. If she could just hide away, they'd leave her be.

She managed to sneak away from them for now and if she was just quiet enough, she could make it.

She was really close, when she turned the corner and basically ran right into Akhila. "Shit, shit, sorry, are you-- are you okay? No hornets chasing you?" she asked, looking around immediately, but they were in the clear, at least for now.

[toxorionxastingsxwexnowxbow]

“IRENE—no! No hot dog carts! DON’T YOU DARE—shit!”

Orion sprinted past a street vendor and nearly collided with a guy pushing a stroller, muttering out apologies between ragged breaths.

His massive Great Pyrenees puppy—eighty pounds of untrained chaos and speckled fluff—had somehow slipped her brand-new harness mid-walk and taken off like the city owed her money.

He couldn’t see her now. Not clearly. Just glimpses of people turning, startled, maybe pointing.

His gut clenched. Please don’t hit the street. Please don’t— Then he saw her.

Up ahead. Planted on the sidewalk, tail wagging so hard her back end was swaying. And someone—someone—had her. Orion nearly collapsed with relief.

He jogged the last few steps, chest heaving, one hand braced on a streetlamp as he looked up—and locked eyes with her.

Her.

The woman holding his puppy steady was just some stranger... but she looked like something outta his daydreams. Brunette, glowing, totally calm despite the monster fluffball trying to lick her to death.

Orion wiped his sleeve across his brow and cleared his throat, trying to gather himself, calling out to her all while trying to sound as unwinded as possible- and failing horribly.

“Yeah, she’s mine. Though if you ask her, she owns the lease on my sanity.”

He crouched to clip Irene’s leash back on, the pup flopping dramatically at his feet like she hadn't just given him a heart attack.

“Supposed to be leash training,” he added, glancing up with a sheepish grin, “but she’s got other plans. Mostly? Public embarrassment. Or some sort of death wish I don't know 'bout.”

He stood up, giving the brat a roll of his eyes when he spotted how Irene leaned against his leg, tail thumping the sidewalk, almost like she had done a good thing.

He looked back at the woman, smile going a little crooked, a little more genuine now.

Well... now that he thought about it, looking at her, maybe the dog did deserve a damn treat after all.

“Thanks for catchin’ her. Really. I owe you. Like… coffee. Or dinner. Or—I dunno—a very heartfelt fruit basket?”

A beat passed. He blinked.

“…Sorry, I panic-flirt when I’m stressin’. It’s a condition.”

He offered a hand, voice softening just enough to sound sincere.

“I'm, uh- Orion. And that's Irene.”

Irene woofed in agreement.

@frombehindpaleeyes

[fartemis-crock]

"Please remember"

make her talk about her life @dreamswideawake

she is drunk.

---truly drunk.

words slur;; her sense of personal space is gone. she's practically sitting ontop of him, leg against leg, good eye glazed over as she just let herself talk.

she's always talking. always thinking about something--- but it's rare that there's any substance behind what she says. he has scars. not unlike the ones she has hidden behind her tattoo. it's something she can't shake her gaze from.

maybe something in her said that fact alone made him trust worthy enough to hear something of substance. she pulls away, long enough to grab a bottle of brown liquor. she's not exactly sure what it is, but it's thrown back without a second thought.

"---and so, i'm sitting there, and i see this fuckin-- thing, y'know?" her fingers make the gesture of something flying past her face. she's rambling about something that's almost incoherent. ---a story of beings beyond this world. "and i think, fuck--- i need to smother this fucking fire, right? y'know, i'm sure that's what brought it there. but there was just this overwhelming--- thing, i don't fucking know what it was. it just--- i couldn't move, then there it was."

[brokenmagxc]

@darehearts / starter call.

HOT ELECTRIFIED STEEL SQUELCHES UPON THE BLACKENED HEAP BEFORE HIM, drawing a raucous cry from the beast before it fell limp into the mud. arthur huffs, leaving his sword embedded to bone and skin as he rakes bloodstained hands through his hair. brunette locks flounder in such aggression, and he inveigles every dastardly fiber in his being not to pull at it in frustration, yanking strand by strand with ire and malice. ash and smoke charred at his lungs. his coughs echo into the sudden quiet before he spits the excess ichor from his mouth and looks about. no other beasts had followed. good - he wasn't quite sure if he had the strength for any more.

brown eyes dull on his victim ( victims, for several [ MANY ] other black masses remained seared into the floor ) watching as the contorted body now sizzles against pavement ( OTHERLY in the bones, poisonous and vengeful ). the slayer is perplexed, mainly that such an ugly wraith would wander this close to the capital. and NOT ALONE, to be exact. the monstrous spirits roamed in gaggles and, seemingly compelled, they drew dangerously close to outskirts of the city walls. it is not a common threat to these parts, that much he knows for sure. and with the thought of unusual behaviors still lingering, arthur supposes the people were lucky he was out here at all, able to handle the mess himself like any other road bump along his travels. though, the detour is mostly unappreciated ; a feeling of death looming, icy and cold as if the breath of ghosts fell harsh upon his back - he felt UNCLEAN and, in the burning of his accursed mark, he is reminded that he is running out of time.

running, running, running. he groans something vulgar and reaches for his blade again.

it is a clean exit from the monster whose black blood stains at his weapon. he wipes the vigor against his already soiled pants and sheaths himself. there were lots of other feelings he had besides fury and exhaustion ; mainly, pain in all forms, from the throbbing of his head to the singing of his lungs. the deep searing at his left side pulsates, increasing with each shift of weight as he takes a few steps back from the body at hand. his fingers draw to the wound, noting in irritancy that they will pull back with fresh, dark blood smeared across the skin. great - just, great.

hooves beating against the road catch him unawares after a long moment and, pulling himself away from thoughts of full-bodied anger ( THE AUDACITY ; and he is struggling both under stress and weariness not to unleash HELLFIRE onto the meaningless dirt below his feet ), he turns to face the open lane. someone approaches, quickly, with mighty steed in fast gait, and the best he can do is waive a red hand in the air to stop the man from passing.

“ hey !! it's dangerous here ; you should go back. ” the slayer calls hoarsely. the man slows to a meager gallop before him. the first thing he notices is the golden branding of a crest and, in bewilderment, arthur's brown eyes widen at the sight. a noble ?? out here, in the middle of nowhere ?? he does not recognize the family name ( he is not from these parts, after all - it would be hard for him to understand ) but, after a moment of silence, he realizes it actually doesn't matter who this man claimed to be. it was dangerous out here regardless, especially for a noble, and most certainly with a few more of those wraiths lingering about.

rolling his shoulders with a hushed hiss of the tongue, arthur staggers, the heat at his side violently thrashing against his ribcage. the longer he stood around thinking, the more he began to regret getting involved at all. and the headache ; he is surprised he is still on two feet as the world begins to spin around him. “ there are creatures in the night that rile in earnest, ” he mumbles a warning, cursing his sudden slur. “ you should - try to cross in the morning. ”

[promisedhexvens]

who: josie & henry ( @whispercd ) where: kensington gardens

While Josephine was very excited about the wedding - her household was abuzz with plans for Georgiana and Teddy - she needed a little bit of fresh air. It was a bittersweet feeling to watch your younger sister get married. Georgiana was her youngest sister - the baby- and she could hardly imagine how things would be once she was out of the Hermance house. She was so excited for her but it made her sad at the same time. So a little bit of fresh air was exactly what she needed.

But even after the short walk that she had, had, she was starting to feel better. Her mood only managed to get a little better as she saw Henry a little further ahead. She missed Atticus - they hadn't spoke in a little while. Not that she could really blame him. But she also hadn't spoke to Henry for a spell so she sped up a little bit. "Henry..." Josephine smiled as she stepped up beside him. "It is good to see you. Would you like some company on your walk?"

[ascnsionismx]

@thegraveyardshifts

After Mathias' chat with Fior, he realized that he needed more eyes on the Lightless. There were things going on that Mathias was not aware of, and he wanted to get some insight on them. It made him hypocrite in some ways, but clearly he was getting the wool pulled over his eyes.

Normally, he'd send out some pawn to get secrets and ultimately get killed in the process, but then Mathias would bring them back to pick at their brain and memory. He didn't want that this time around. There wasn't a need for unnecessary deaths. Thankfully, there was someone among the Deathrunners that technically went into Lightless territory.

Maddox was an interesting one. He had been told about his uses and multiple reanimations. Like a sleeper agent, like an attack dog. Someone like that was very useful in a world like this. He called upon Maddox, smiling as he saw the other come into the HQ.

"Hello Maddox, thanks for coming. Before we get started, how are you doing?"