#lmk if anything needs changed !

[nobroth]

starter for @ourdawncomes [gorim]

"Sooo... she mentioned that she got sentenced to go into the Deep Roads alone to fight the darkspawn," Alistair says slowly, his head tilting at the dwarf at the fire next to him, seemingly having settled in with them for the night. "Do the dwarves not... worry about doing things like that? I mean, with the darkspawn. The Taint. What do you all do if--"

"I mean, I know she was sentenced to death or whatever," probably too light a tone for the subject, and Alistair grimaces at his own fault before barreling through. "So I guess they didn't expect her back. But why don't more dwarves Join the Wardens? If you fight the creatures all the time? What do you do if someone comes back sick?"

[oftomorrow]

@wundor

Ever since Clark officially revealed himself to the world as Superman, he's noticed people beginning to follow in his footsteps. Whether he's inspired them directly or they've simply started around the same time as him, he can't really say. But there's something reassuring about it. There's a handful now that he's keeping a closer watch on -- a masked vigilante in Gotham, a speedster in Central City, an archer in Star City... and lately, reports of a truly impressive woman with a lasso around the Boston area.

He has to check it out for himself. Keeping an ear out works before too long -- a news report on her latest escapade, and Clark is zipping across state lines at top speeds, determined to catch her in action. He watches from a distance, but doesn't interfere. It doesn't look like she needs the help.

Only after all the civilians are safe and mostly dispersed does he make his presence known, floating above the ground several feet behind her, cape billowing slightly in the breeze. "That was very impressive."

[hvbris]

@ofmentorship . Haymitch gets a starter

When Lucy Gray had appeared at the reaping for the first time, three years after her victory, she had half expected Coriolanus to send peacekeepers to her door. For weeks after the 13th Hunger Games, she thought he would kill her, somehow. But then, he didn't.

She kept his secrets.

37 years later, she was still alive, and he was still President. It was a strange status quo. She had children now, and every year she feared their names might get picked at the reaping. And every year, her relief was only short-lived. Yes, her children were safe, but she still had two tributes to protect. Somebody else's kids, who might never come back home. And for 37 years, she kept being the only mentor. How could the tributes of District 12 stand a chance, with their famished bodies and inexperienced hands.

This year, however, was worse than ever. Four children. Four.

"Hello there," she said gently, sitting down in front of the only tribute who hadn't run to their cabin as soon as they boarded the train that was quickly ripping them away from their homes. "You're Haymitch Abernathy, aren't you?"

[lifefcrged]

@rubiesintherough / wraith sent a meme.

sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be .

Her movements are quiet. Nearly imperceptible, as she slithers towards the intruder. There is an instinct, some part of her that tells her she should have stayed in her watcher's position, that she should have only seen him through the scope of her rifle. It would have been the expedient way to dispatch him. But she is restless, these days. Waiting, and patrolling fills the majority of her waking hours. Only now and then, is she brought in to question an interloper, or sent on the missions to raid other settlements. Too valuable to risk, they say. Too important to the security of the city. Boredom is a dangerous thing to let breed in a captive predator.

The security of the city. That is their mandate for her, is it not? Her brain reasons, makes the argument that she would have to present to her Keeper, to justify why she had not simply taken the shot to kill the invader. If he had made it inside the city walls, then there was a breach. And while she might be punished for that fault, how could she prevent a similar such incursion in the future, if she did not know how this man had gotten past the first layer of barricades? It sounded reasonable enough to her. "Move in any way other than to put your hands on your head and turn to face me, and I'll take out a knee." Steady. Confident, in her skill to do so. A hint, though, of an underlying itch that he might disobey. "Turn. Slowly."

/ post apocalyptic programmed! mikkah.

[impcrios]

@bewitchcd

mary was chugging her caffeine like her life depended on it, staring directly at the ministry and the gaggle of people that were probably asking the same thing : what do we do now? immediately as the dark mark hit the sky mary knew that she needed to get into action mode, she of course was an obliviator and didn't know exactly the non wixen surrounding had saw and the results didn't surprise her. she was shaking slightly, thinking of what today would bring. "oh merlin, i can't do it. i can't go in. i haven't slept i was up all night with the obliviation team and aurors." she looks over at marlene for a moment. "are you alright? i know you might have training today or is that on pause given the whole fucking skull and snake thing we saw in the sky?"

[fightfcrged]

He hadn't exactly surrendered quietly -- the blood dripping down the side of his face from the rifle butt to the forehead and the split lip, already swelling and turning colors, was proof enough of that. He'd mostly been trying to get Ellie loose, trying to give her a shot at running away, but too many bodies, too many guns -- "Let 'er go, get your fucking hands off her --" along with some other colorful expletives had been exchanged in the tussle before one of them had been stupid enough (though they might call it smart enough) to somehow wrestle the girl into a headlock, with the muzzle of their pistol pressed against the girl's head.

If looks could kill, they'd all be dead, but that one in particular. That one, he'd relish kicking the last breath out of. He can feel the still surging adrenaline singing in his blood, and he's quick to snap his head to the side to find the one the soldiers reported to, his arms jerking, straining against the two soldiers that held him, hands digging into his shoulders and upper arms to keep him still. Eyes narrowed, flaring wide in anger more than anything else at her words. Gut reaction, that someone was fucking with him. Someone that had managed to get their hands on some file, or some rat from Boston that had learned something about his past and sold it out to FEDRA -- though why anybody at FEDRA would give two shakes about him was anybody's guess -- his gaze flickered between Ellie, and the captain, teeth bared in a half snarl at her last words. "You got something to say, you say it to me, asshole."

@fightfcrged

Her men had already surrounded the two, who had ventured in the wrong side of the forest, and the girl, oh, the girl was putting up a bit of a fight, furious, though the gun at her head was enough to stop him. He sure had changed, if the risk of a girl getting shot was enough to stop him. He was giving her his back, gun to his head, but the girl was facing her: Sarah recognized her from the Firefly files, Ellie, and, apparently, Ellie had recognized her, somehow, judging from the way her mouth fell open as she stared, first in confusion and then with growing shock. "Should we kneecap him, capt'n?" Roger asked, and from the delight in his tone she figured he had recognized him; Roger had been there nearly from the beginning, had seen enough of the stuff she had taken from their old house. "No. Nobody hurts him. Or her," she spoke the order loud and clear for her men, while stepping forward and slowly circling around her father, her gun aimed at him, "If anybody gets to kneecap my father, that's me. And I've got questions for the kid."

[preemptivejustice]

@offdxty \\ plotted

The hallways were cold, in a way that could never be fixed with temperature. It was clinical, infrastructure designed without comfort, perhaps even deliberately stripped of warmth. Arthur was used to the sorts of people who worked here, the ones who suggested that the very notion of softness might compromise the integrity of what was being kept inside - he wasn’t similar to them, not truly, but he was familiar. He had been working in these sorts of facilities since his twenties, giving him more than enough time to observe the workers as much as he observed the subjects. 

Fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, diffused through frosted panels as if that would hide the fact that they hadn’t been replaced in forty years. It made the world look slightly grey, unreal; paired with the scent of antiseptic and metal in the air, Arthur sometimes wondered if the intention was to make it uncomfortable. Not even the scientists who worked in the facility were allowed to relax, over fears of leaked secrets or improper containment. 

Dr. Harrow’s shoes made no sound as he walked. They never did, not in places like this; sound control was one of the many decisions in the building’s construction. The walls curved to disorient, there were no clocks to show passing of time; the door to Observation Suite 3 was marked only with a number. No name, no label, no indication that behind it was a living thing. 

Arthur had not entered that room. Few had. It had only been opened for the necessities; food, clothing, water, things of that nature. For the past three days, Arthur had only observed from behind reinforced glass, in a separate viewing bay designed for extended behavioral study. The glass was thick, one-direction; though Arthur couldn’t say with full confidence whether the being knew that anyone had been watching or not. That was the sort of thing that would take more intentional study. 

For now, Arthur had only observed. He had watched the man inside - if ‘man’ was even the correct term - and had taken meticulous notes. It was nothing but observations and theories, for now, as there still wasn’t much to go on. 

The file had been thin in the first place. Military designation, presumed killed in action. Returned from the dead. Limited memory. A wife who insisted that he was not the same man, a place referred to only as the Shimmer. A wife who was also being held, who Arthur strictly could have no access to - he’d chosen who he’d wanted to work with. With so many variables in the air, the risk of cross-contamination was best avoided. He would be exclusively with this man, studying this being, until a decision was ultimately made. 

It wasn’t the first time Harrow had been brought in for a ‘project’ like this. Not exactly this, this was something clearly beyond - but cases that ended in blacked out ink and red stamps, with burned folders and programs that he would deny being part of. He was good at what he did because he didn’t ask the wrong questions. He didn’t look for meaning where there wasn’t - he was the best one available to decide what needed to be done with the creature they had captured. 

The days of passive assessment had passed. It was time for active engagement; time to enter the room, to speak to it. To find out whether he was observing a person, or merely the shape of one. 

His hand reached for the clearance panel, pressing gently against it. There was nothing dramatic, no theatrical hiss or booming unlock; the single door in the room merely clicked, seal disengaging as he pushed the door open to enter. The door swung open carefully, releasing the odd scent of the cell air; recycled, so that they could fully quarantine the room if they ever needed to. 

The room was bare in every sense. Bed, toilet, sink, a dull light; it was obvious that it existed solely for containment. Observation under deprivation, even, with no comforts or attempts at dignity. There was only the shape of a man, with the few things he required to survive. 

Arthur stepped inside, letting the door ease shut behind him with another click. He moved slowly, as he always did - without haste, without tension. He was measured and unthreatening, or at least he liked to think he was; every action he did was slow and careful, like he was putting thought into everything he did before he did it.

He had a small notebook in hand, already, though his pen remained capped and in his pocket. 

He didn’t sit. There wasn’t much to sit on - but even if there were, he didn’t know if he felt all that comfortable with being close to the other. He stood within a respectful distance, instead, just within range for conversation. His eyes were gentle, never staring - watching, politely, taking in how the man reacted to every little thing. 

“Good morning,” he greeted, his voice even and quiet. “I’m Dr. Harrow. I’ll be speaking with you moving forward - there’s no need to stand unless you’d prefer to.” He didn’t ask for a name in return, purposefully. “You may speak freely. I’ll let you know if anything you say will need to be clarified for the record.” 

Already, the introduction was a test; not of content, but of response. How the man looked at him, how he moved; if he would understand what was being said to him, if he understood the weight of the situation that he was in. If he was even a ‘he’ at all, or if Arthur was simply talking to a reflection of data; a possibility that fascinated him, although he knew it shouldn't.

[managone16]

The Marauders, Skittles and Valkyries at IKEA:

James: Is there for the meatballs

Regulus: Is here for the plants

Sirius: Here for the doggy toys/food

Remus: here to buy bookshelves

Peter: Here for the ice cream

Marlene: Here for the hot dogs

Lily: Here for the whiteboards and planners

Pandora: Here for the Stuffed toys

Dorcas: Here for the rugs

Barty: Here for the knives

Evan: Here for the mattress

Mary: Does not know why she's here

[soggy-fishsticks]

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS!!!!!!!! I might tweak some of the wording, but this is for my school project explaining what goth is ☺️🫶

[riv-writes]

OMG HI

I saw you reblogged my post and I’ve been waiting for a blog like yours to show up

I cannot write fanfiction to save my LIFE and if you wanted a request some suselle of any scenario would be so so cute /nf

Have a good day/night!

HELLLLOOO!!! I love love love suselle so much, but this was actually my first time writing them so I am SO sorry if they're kind of out of character yk? But I tried lmfao. I wanted to base this fic off the scene at the start of chapter four when they go to study at Noelles house and the whole angel doll thing? soo you might've had to play that to understand this but if you haven't I'm sure you could get a idea of whats going on. you have a good day/night too ml <33 enjoooyy

Study methods

Susie never thought that she’d ever get this close to, well.. anyone frankly, but, here she is. It’s not like she dislikes hanging out with Noelle or something, Just.. God, where the hell is Kris? Even though they were as socially awkward as she was at times, they were still a nice barrier to have. But, it’s whatever, she can manage. ..Hopefully.

They were in the basement of Noelle’s.. well, mansion to put it bluntly, flashlights in hand as they tried to find the breaker to turn on the lights that Kris previously turned off. Well.. kind of trying to find? The two were more busy talking- but, that’s besides the point.

“Dude, what if it wasn’t Kris?” Susie said after a beat, flicking her flashlight around the corner she’d been pretending to look in for the last couple minutes.

“Huh?” Noelle replied, confusion and curiosity in her tone. ..Might as well bite, right? It’s not like she was in a rush to get out of this situation. “What else would it be?”

“What if it was, like.. the severed hand, or something.” Susie joked, referring to their previous conversation - the Blood Crushers 2 scene, where the severed hand was found in the basement. “Moving around down here.. and then, it jumped and grabbed your hand!” She said with a little emphasis, trying to make it sound scary.

“Hey!” Noelle giggled softly, turning her flashlight to another wall. “I would, um.. die, I guess.”

“You’d just die?” Susie scoffed jokingly. “Really?”

“I think if it touched me, I'd just be dead.”

“..Like, before it even, like, attacked?”

“No, I think I would just, like, um, die of shock. seems easier.”

Susie barked out a laugh at that, “Yeah, you totally would, dude.” She followed up, turning around to shine the flashlight in her direction. “..Alright, where the hell’s the breaker though?”

“Right? if we keep taking so long.. the severed hands gonna come get us first.” Noelle giggled softly, before actually attempting to find the breaker.

After a little, they headed back up the stairs into the living room. Admittedly a little freaked out, but, who wouldn’t be after finding that creepy.. moving mouse-doll-angel thing? Luckily, Noelle had the guts to actually pick it up on that baking pan she found, but Susie was definitely prepared to smash it with whatever she could find.

“..Dude, wait. Wait a sec,” Susie began, a fake urgency in her tone as she walked up behind Noelle.

“H..huh?” Noelle blinked in response, too busy at setting the angel doll on the table to turn around.

“I think.. Something else followed us from the basement.” The other continued, a big smirk on her face as she stepped a little closer. 

“Susie.. What are you talk—“ Noelle began before cutting herself with a loud shriek, almost dropping the pan from her grasp when she felt Susie’s hands taze her ribs from behind. 

“THE SEVERED HAND!!” Susie announced loudly, chuckling through her words as she watched the other almost jump 10 feet in the air.

“Susie!” Noelle giggled, turning around to face her cheeks flushing a bright red and a bashful smile. She was probably just playing around- Noelle knew that, but, god it really tickled, and that's all it took for her mind to run wild. “You can't just.. Do that!” “Hah, ‘gotcha.” She grinned proudly in response, following Noelle those few steps to the table as she set the pan down. “Okay.. What do we do now? Throw it out?” Susie asked, staring intensely at the doll sitting on the pan. “Um.. L-Let's think about it first,” Noelle stuttered after a beat, placing one hand on the bottom of the pan and the other on top of the doll. “If it's a mouse, it could be cute as a pet..” Susie followed her stance, setting one of her hands on the opposite side of the pan. “Hah, Alright. And if it's a severed hand.. I’ll keep it as my pet.” Noelle chuckled at the words, her eyes definitely not darting to look at Susie’s hands as soon as they moved an inch- Why would they? That's.. Creepy- “You good? I didn’t really scare you, did I?” Susie asked, snapping Noelle out of her thoughts. “No!” She replied a little too loud when she saw Susie’s slight worried look. “I mean.. No, I’m just.. Thinking about what to do with the mouse.” “Oh, cool.” Susie shrugged it off, before smirking. “But, don’t you mean our hand?” She grinned, making a claw shape with her free hand and gently pushing it into the top of Noelle’s back briefly. “Ah- Susie!” Noelle jumped, a bundle of giggles leaving her lips at the contact. This was not helping! How is she meant to function if all she can think about is Susie tickling her to pieces, and- Ugh, you get the point.. “Wasn’t that funny,” Susie pointed out with an amused chuckle. “The mouse got you hyped up or somethin'?”

“No, it was.. Just, your hand?” Noelle began with a nervous smile, her eyes down to the pan she was still holding down. “It.. um, just tickled, a little.. I guess.” “..Huh.” Susie said after a beat, her expression interested before she smirked. “And you didn’t tell me so I could stop?” Noelle choked on nothing at the statement, head snapping to look up and immediately splutter out an excuse. “Well no, i- i was- It wasnt like..-” Susie cut her off by laughing loudly like she always did- carefree and unbothered, tilting her head back as she did before continuing. “I don’t actually care, dude. Just.. Making fun of you, I guess.” “..Oh.” Noelle let out a breath, extremely eager to change the subject now. Too flustering. “A-Anyways, the-” “Oh, we’re definitely not just gonna skip over that.” Susie scoffed, hand coming off the pan to face her directly. God, that slight height difference was really coming in handy now, especially when Susie was towering over her with that grin. “B..But what about the mouse!” Noelle stammered, attempting to take a step back without taking her hands off the pan- she didn’t know if this was a nightmare or a dream come true. “This is way more interesting than the mouse,” Susie chuckled with a look that made Noelle’s head scream for her to run, taking another step towards her. Noelle couldn’t help the nervous giggles that left her throat, ditching the pan to step back until the backs of her knees hit the couch. “Susie- plehease, come on!” She half-heartedly pleaded, a giddy smile playing on her lips. “You can’t just tell me you’re ticklish and not expect me to tickle you, that’s like.. The law.” Susie scoffed, leaning over her as much as she could for the effect, because why wouldn't she drag this on? “Thahats stupid- AH!” Noelle yelped loudly, interrupting herself when she felt two hands bigger than her own squeeze into her sides. Her giggling rose an octave up, turning her face to the side as she fell to sit on the couch underneath her. She normally would’ve fought at least a little, but she definitely didn't want this to stop anytime soon, not when it was Susie doing it. “Woah, easy.” Susie said with a bit of a surprised expression, but easily followed her down to continue her attack. She made sure to keep an eye on her own hands- She knew she had a tendency to get a little rough by accident, and she wasn’t about to do that with Noelle out of all people.

“Y’know, I was expecting this to be harder.” Susie chuckled. “You holdin’ out on me?”

“Nohoho-!!“ Noelle squealed softly when she felt the hands on her sides scribble up to her ribs, gently scratching between the bones. She didn’t know Susie was capable of being gentle, and that made it all the more flustering that she was making that effort for her.

“I dunno..” Susie dragged out, tone horrifically teasing as her hands went to claw at the other's stomach. Should she be doing this? Uh.. Maybe not- But it was fun as hell, and Noelle didn't seem to mind.. Too much, atleast. Which was a little strange, but Susie was just as strange herself so who was she to judge? Noelle grabbed at the couch beneath her as an attempt to keep her hands busy, her head falling back against the cushion with a loud laugh. “Suhusie-!” She whined out, head running 100 miles an hour. She's daydreamed about this exact scenario so many times she can't count, and in every single one she never imagined it’d be this flustering. Especially when Susie looked like she was enjoying it herself as well, smiling down at her with that toothy grin.

“Yeah?” Susie replied nonchalantly, as if her hands weren’t clawing into Noelle’s hips and stomach, switching back and forth each time. “You’re being pretty loud, y’know. Kris might think I'm, like, murdering you or somethin’.”

“Thahats- oh, gohosh,” Noelle laughed softly, having to gasp to get a sentence out between giggles. “Ihits not my fault!” She shrieked out.

“Well, you're the one laughin’, aren't cha? Seems like your fault.” Susie shrugged, and maybe that would’ve been slightly convincing if she wasn't grinning like an idiot. She.. never thought that she’d be enjoying this so much, now that she thinks about it properly. Weird? Probably, but neither of them seem to care. “Hey, maybe our new pet severed hand is just trying to, um.. bond.. with you? Yeah. Ever think of that?”

God, it was so stupid, and Noelle was still grinning right back at her. Well.. She didn't exactly have a choice right now, but if she wasn't currently getting tickled half to death she's sure she still would be. Noelle simply tossed her head back and forth for a moment, her hands finally moving to grab onto Susie’s wrists. “Ohokay! Ohokay, I cahan’t!” She finally conceeded, looking up at the other with giggles pouring out her throat.

Susie caught her gaze, hands stilling with a slight blush as she immediately looked down. ..Okay, maybe she got a little carried away. “..U-Uh, you.. Good, dude?” She stammered, a nervous chuckle leaving her lips with an attempt to keep up that confidence she had just a few seconds ago. Noelle still had a grip on her arm, so she didn’t dare to move away, not until she let go. ..And, especially when she was still smiling up at her like that.

“Yeheah..” Noelle giggled breathlessly, letting her eyes close momentarily as she caught her breath. “Ihit- it wasn’t so bad.” She admitted, letting her legs uncurl once she was sure Susie wouldn’t start again. She opened her eyes, looking at Susie again to try and gauge her reaction, before her eye caught something behind her stance instead- The doll. It had been knocked over on the floor, whatever under it obviously had escaped.

“Susie!” Noelle tapped her arm, getting her to look in that direction. “It’s gone!” She exclaimed, using Susie’s arms to pull herself to stand and look the scene over.

“..Wait,” Susie blinked, processing the words from before. It wasn't so bad? “What do you mean, ‘it wasn’t ba’-”

“No time! C’mon, we gotta find it!” Noelle cut her off, starting to walk away to where the stairs were- she felt a little bad changing the subject, but she was too busy herself processing what the hell just happened to explain all of that.

“..Goddamn mouse.” Susie grumbled quietly, glaring at the doll like it had committed a personal crime towards her before looking back up. “Wait up!”

[gaystims]

Gaystims disability pride month prompt list

Pt: Gaystims disability pride month prompt list

The prompts

Pt: The prompts

A board based around a disability you have, or a canonically (or implied to be) disabled character

A board based around mobility, medical or any other aid you use, or a board based around a character who uses a mobility/medical/ect aid (headcanons are welcome for this prompt)

A board based around something that brings you comfort, or a disability headcanon.

A board based around a disability symbol (ie zebras for EDS, butterflies for ADHD, ect), or a character that you relate your symptoms to.

A board based around disabled joy (whatever that means to you), or a board based around a happy memory linking to your disability

Notes:

Pt: Notes

I've tried to give more than one option for anyone who wants them, however feel free to ask for clarity or do something completely different if it suits you better.

This prompt list is inclusive of ALL disabilities. Including physical, mental, developmental, intellectual, ect. Feel free to do whatever disabilities you want to.

You can skip days/prompts if you want to. Alternatively you can do all 10 prompts. I won't stop you.

There's only 5 prompts here, I will make a longer (probably fandom based) one, but due to my own fatigue issues I figured it would be nice to have a smaller prompt list for those of us who can't do long ones.

This prompt list has no deadline. You can do this 6 months from now or start today. It doesn't matter.

Please tag us if you do this! While there's no pressure to complete or do this I would love to promote your works :)

[freakmonster9000]

finally able to post this … here’s my part for the ultimis crew collab ^_^

@ukrieger-official @beckyvaustan @theweaselofalcatraz

[hvbris]

@multipleoccupancy . Theo's family gets bigger

The Baudelaires had been in New York for a few days now, living in the house of their new guardian: Theodore Beneventi. New York reminded Violet of the town where she grew up, only bigger. Much, much bigger.

Mr. Beneventi, who had told them they could call him Theo, seemed like their most normal guardian so far. For starters, he was not afraid of turning on the stove, which was very nice, because it meant the Baudelaires could enjoy a warm meal for the first time in a few weeks. There were no snakes in the house either, which, to be fair, was to be expected. And of course, here, they were not ordered to do horribly long and difficult chores.

The other thing that differed from their last guardians, was that Theo already had a family. He had a wife, Andrea, two sons, and a baby daughter, who was already getting along great with Sunny.

Violet felt like their luck might have finally turned. Even the terrifying shadow of Count Olaf didn't seem as scary, considering that Theo was an FBI agent. She did not usually consider herself lucky, not since the terrible fire that had killed her parents, at least. But for the first time in months, she was feeling much more hopeful than usual.

And, it's with that noteworthy hopefulness that she left the room she shared with her siblings, and tip-toed to the kitchen. It was still early in the morning, but she was awake and craving a glass of milk.

"Good morning," she said politely when she saw that the kitchen area wasn't empty. Theo was already there. He was very nice, and she already felt comfortable around him, so she poured herself a glass of milk. "The view is very beautiful from here," she commented, not only to make conversation but also because it was true.

[ohseumi]

✿ SEUNGKWAN ✿ SNAPSHOOT + LEFT & RIGHT +

[crueldudethesis]

hai moot :D this guy (totally not me..) plz plz plz

ʃ HELLO HELLO MOOT !!! I had TONS of fun drawing this guy (that’s totallyyy not you) hope u enjoy broski ^_^

[roseguided-arch]

@chaintrapped LIKED for a starter ! ft odelia kramer

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 do on her own. she could never fight hoffman one to one, he’s too strong for her. she would need someone else’s help, backup, & she knew of one person still living who could help. but, odelia would need to be sneaky—she couldn’t let hoffman know what she was doing or it would throw off the entire plan to save her mother. ( was it jill’s fault that her fathers last wish was to put his once trusted apprentice into a test of his own ? she was just doing what was asked of her, & odelia didn’t see that as grounds for murder. hoffman should know she would never let him murder her mother in revenge. ) ; sneaking into his office had been easy. she’s been able to scope out the security situation days before, to watch gordon on his late night visits to see what the code to get in was. now, sitting in his office chair she waits with black hood drawn over her shoulders only lit up by a lone desk light. choosing to be nice, odelia doesn’t snoop through his papers or belongings. then, the door opens & she speaks the second he closes the door: ❛ i’ve been waiting for you, doctor gordon. ❜ who she is should come as no shock to the doctor, given his work with her father. ❛ ya know, you really should change your security code. ❜ the young woman grins, meaning it as a light jab.