#location: sinclair stables

[oferwood]

In preparation of his move and new employment, William’s uncle had tried to scold him on the boundaries one must have with those above them and William truly intended to take it to heart. When feelings came into the mix, it was almost impossible to adhere to those life lessons, even now when the marquess's son was intent on being friendly, not that William minded. “I promise it was a one-time occurrence.” William laughed as he wiped away the phantom drool. “My uncle always says if you aren’t exhausted, you haven’t done a good enough job. He applies it to everything in his life.” William chuckled at the scolding's he used to get. 

Lucky to have him but paying almost half the price of a groomsman with his skill, William thought but resisted the urge to speak such things aloud. “There’s one or two that I’m planning on breeding for your family, I just need to find the right partner, as such is life.” Studying such things surprised William and he let that surprise show on his face. “It’s not every day that a man of your standing pursues intellectual studies.” Though William didn’t have the degree, he knew a lot more than most about the care and treatment of horses.

“Ah Dusty, he’s a beautiful horse, you’ve cared for him brilliantly.” Though his training could use some refinement but that was nothing that couldn’t be remedied. William’s cheeks flushed a little, knowing his relocations could cause some questions. “Llansteffan, near Carmarthenshire originally and then Margate for the past ten years.” His faded Welsh accent was more prominent when William spoke of his first home. “Both are close to beaches, so I feel a little stranded on land here.”

Callum cut his eyes playfully at the man standing before him. “I know exhaustion when I see it,” he pointed at William’s cheek, smiling in jest, “Plus, I believe there’s a bit of drool right there.” Despite Callum’s friendly demeanor, he had spent so many of his years hidden away in his bedroom — but the Season — and Cassandra — were breaking him out of his shell. He was eager to make new friends, and William, who would be helping take care of the family’s horses, and Callum’s beloved horse, seemed like a good friend to make. “I’m Callum,” he smiled warmly, “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. We’re lucky to have you — it seems our horse population continues to grow and grow.” As he stepped inside, he glanced over at the groomsman. “I must warn you, I frequent the stables a lot. I’ve been studying veterinary sciences and horses, so I come here quite often. Plus, Dusty and I take a few rides each day,” he explained, “I’m sure you’ll get sick of seeing my face soon.”

A proud grin spread across Callum’s lips, “That’s my Dusty.” He walked towards his horse’s door, opening the hatch the reveal the gray thoroughbred. Immediately, he stepped towards his horse and placed his forehead against Dusty’s — Dusty had been Callum’s saving grace. “I’d like to think he’s the finest in our stables, too…but I’m a bit biased,” he admitted with a shrug. His eyes lit up at William’s offer. He could never turn down a horse riding session — especially as he was trying to make new friends this Season. “Dusty and I would enjoy that,” he smiled, “It’d be a great way to introduce you to London. Where’d you move here from, if you don’t mind my asking?”

[stat1cstarz]

VINCENT SINCLAIR

-“I accept your apology”-

minors dni

Genre:Smut

Warnings:Chocking,fingering,dub-con,creampie

Vincent Sinclair x GN! Reader (AFAB)

Description:You and Vincent got into a fight,to avoid him hurting you(even though he never would), you decided to spend time with his brothers. And even though you’d never cheat on him,Vincent wanted to make sure of that

╭・🌿𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ ╭・🌿𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ ╭・🌿𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ ╭・🌿

You and Vincent rarely argued,mainly because you were to scared of him to try and piss him off. If you ever disagreed about something,you’d either apologize or drop the conversation. Even though Vincent would never actually hurt you,you always kept that in the back of your mind.

You were currently hanging out with Lester,you had fought Vincent recently,over him not coming out of the basement enough. You understood that you were pushy,but you were still concerned about him. You were currently watching Lester cut up the roadkill,when you heard his landline ring. You picked it up,realizing it was Bo, “Who’s it?” He asked,in a heavy southern accent. “It’s Bo” you whispered,picking up the phone.

“Y/n, I’m currently at the station,wanna help me with somethin’?” He asked,his southern accent coming through the old phone. “Sure,I’ll be there soon” you said “Bye”. You put the phone up after that “What’d he want?” Lester grunted,working the machete over the dead animal “Something at the station” you said, leaving the shed.

You got to the station 5 minutes later,seeing Bo walk out the small bathroom “Hey Y/n, you ready t’work?” He asked,fixing his oily coveralls. “Of course,what do you need” you asked him,walking deeper into the garage,your voices bouncing off the walls. “Need help with fixing someone’s car” he said,pointing to a small pinto,with the bonnet popped open.

“Oh alright” you said, following behind him as he walked to the small car. He had slowly started unscrewing different things,you were in quite a precarious position. You were hunched over the car,with him right behind you,holding your wrist as he spinned the wrench. You heard some heavy footsteps coming behind you guys,the sound echoing off of your surroundings. You moved a bit,looking behind Bo,seeing your boyfriend stomp his way over to you guys.

He had an iron grip on Bo’s shoulder, you didn’t know how he got here,probably because of Lester. “Hey Vince,who broke your sculpture” he joked,backing up from the car. Vincent shoved the brother away “Nuff’ said,well I’m gonna head home” he said. He picked up his tool box,leaving the garage and laying it in the bed of his truck before driving off.

After hearing the pebbles hit the tin walls,Vincent reacted almost immediately. He found the button to the garage door,hitting the close button,letting it hit the concrete floor. He raced back over to you,shutting the hood of the car,bending you back over it. He made quick work of your pants,dropping them to your ankles with your panties.

Your puffy lips glistened under the dim light of the garage,the cold air hitting your damp,sensitive skin making you shutter. He followed behind you,dropping his overalls,and cargo pants,he left the cardigan on,to keep himself warm. He still cared about you,even though he was about treat you like he didn’t.So he wrapped his large cardigan around your naked body,before dropping his boxers and slipping inside of you.

He used one hand to hold onto your hips,after you emitted a loud moan,clouding your ears. He used his free hand to choke you,not enough to kill you,but enough to cut your airways off. The lack of oxygen made it hard to moan,as he pounded himself into you. You tried to grab his hands,to try to keep yourself stable,but he only slapped them away. You were being punished,not rewarded or cared for,and he wanted you to know that.

He located your ass under the thick cardigan,slapping it as hard as he could,leaving a red hand print across it,he was proud of himself,knowing it was his. Not Bo’s or Lester’s. He dropped his hands for a bit,giving you the illusion of freedom. You held onto his cardigan,as he shoved two fingers on his left hand into your leaking hole,along with his cock,stretching you painfully wide. He used his right hand to rub your sore clit,causing a knot to form in your stomach.

You felt your release drip down your thighs,and onto the concrete floor,leaving a sticky stain. He followed suit,emptying himself inside of you,leaving a mark on his lover. He pulled out of you,watching his cum seep out your hole,stuffing it back in with his fingers. He than grabbed your hands,not giving you time to put your clothes back on. He picked you up bridal style,shoving you into his truck, he surely wasn’t done with you…

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Angelica St John

Kirby's Life-Long Best Friend Angelica St John (2020)

A self-employed makeup artist, beautician, cosmetologist, hairstylist and photographer with a degree in nursing, Angelica is Kirby's life-long best friend, the two often treating each other like sisters, and the nurse for most C.R.C events.

"Whomst the fuck is you?!"

Name

Full Legal Name: Angelica Halo St John

First Name: Angelica

Meaning: Derived from Latin 'Angelicus' meaning 'Angelic', ultimately related to Greek 'Angelos' meaning 'Messenger'.

Pronunciation: an-JEHL-i-ka

Origin: English, Italian, Romanian

Middle Name: Halo

Meaning: From the English word 'Halo' meaning 'Luminous disc or ring', derived from Greek 'Halos'.

Pronunciation: HAY-lo

Origin: English

Surname: St John

Meaning: From a place named for Sain John, Saint John usually being John the Baptist.

Pronunciation: SIN-jin

Origin: English

Alias: The Angel of C.R.C

Reason: The way C.R.C's commentary team refers to her.

Nicknames: Angel, Angela, Angie

Titles: Miss

Characteristics

Age: 29

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Jamaican-Irish Mix. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: Black

Birth Date: July 8th 1991

Symbols: None

Sexuality: Demisexual

Religion: Wiccan (Raised Christian)

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English, Irish, Welsh, Spanish, Japanese

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Cancer

Theme Song (Ringtone on Kirby's Phone): 'Murder She Wrote' - Chaka Demus & Pliers

Voice Actor: Freema Agyeman

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 5'3" / 160 cm

Weight: 130 lbs / 58 kg

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black

Hair Dye: None. Wears Wigs

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 18

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Double, Both), Helix (Both)

Scars: Surgical scars on her legs

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Occasional Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: Phocomelia (missing her legs from the knees down), High-Functioning Autism, ADHD

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: N/A

Enemies: N/A

Friends: Kirby Rhydderch, Yoshi Nakagawa

Colleagues: N/A

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Kirby Rhydderch

Mentor: Oda Rhydderch, Lucille St John

Significant Other: None

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Hiram Sinclair (63, Father), Lucille St John (59, Mother)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: None

Siblings-In-Law: None

Nieces & Nephews: None

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: N/A

Trainer: N/A

Managers: N/A

Wrestlers Managed: N/A

Debut: N/A

Debut Match: N/A

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: N/A

Stables: N/A

Teams: N/A

Regular Moves: N/A

Finishers: N/A

Refers To Fans As: N/A

Extras

Backstory: Born without her lower legs, and as a black girl in 1990s Ireland, Angelica has had it rough from the very beginning, she quickly met and became best friends with Kirby, both girls moving from Ireland to Wales by the end of the decade. Angelica has worked her hardest to get everything she has in life, being incredibly intelligent and hard-working. Angelica works as a nurse for C.R.C, but also as a licensed and self-employed beautician, makeup artist, hairstylist, cosmetologist and photographer.

Trivia: Nothing of Note

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Lucifarians: A Family Forged: Bios (1980) Sydney Maxwell / Syd Lucifarian

"My masterpiece of destruction isn't complete yet."

Name

Full Legal Name: Sydney Fawn Maxwell

First Name: Sydney

Meaning: Variant of the surname 'Sidney', originally derived from place names in England meaning 'Wide Island', from Old English 'Sid' 'Wide' and 'Eg' 'Island'.

Pronunciation: SID-nee

Origin: English

Middle Name: Fawn

Meaning: From the English word 'Fawn' for a young deer.

Pronunciation: FAWN

Origin: English

Surname: Maxwell

Meaning: From a place name meaning 'Mack's stream', from the name 'Mack' (A short Scandinavian name 'Magnus', a Late Latin name meaning 'Great'.) combined with Old English 'Wille' 'Well, Stream'.

Pronunciation: MAKS-wehl

Origin: Scottish

Ring Name: Syd Lucifarian, Wrath

Commentary Nickname: The Rebel

Nicknames: Syd, Short-Stack

Titles: Miss

Characteristics

Age: 20

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: June 18th 1960

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Atheist

Native Language: English

Known Languages: English, Italian, Hebrew, Spanish, Chinese

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Gemini

Entrance Music: 'Highway To Hell' - AC/DC (1980-)

Voice Claim: Ally Sheedy

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Boston, Suffolk County, Massachusetts

Current Location: Unknown

Hometown: Boston, Suffolk County, Massachusetts

Appearance

Height: 5'0" / 152 cm

Weight: 100 lbs / 49 kg

Eye Colour: Heterochromatic Green & Gray

Hair Colour: Dark Auburn

Hair Dye: Mostly Dyed Bright Red

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: (As of Jan 1980) 4

Piercings: Ear Lobes (Both, Triple), Helix (Both, Triple), Eyebrow (Both), Navel

Scars: Scars Over Her Back, Arms, Legs & Chest

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: Skull Lucifarian, Ven Lucifarian, Bel Lucifarian, Pat Lucifarian, Cas Lucifarian, Hel Lucifarian, Eve Lucifarian, Lou Albano, George Steele

Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Mr Fuji, Lord Alfred Hayes, Big John Studd, Don Muraco, Mike Rotundo, Iron Sheik

Closest Confidant: Sherry Maxwell

Mentor: Stephen Maxwell

Significant Other: None

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Stephen Maxwell (56, Father), Sherry Maxwell (55, Mother, Née Steele)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Sutton Maxwell (35, Brother), Sunny Meadows (32, Sister, Née Maxwell), Sunday Maxwell (29, Brother), Storm Moss (26, Sister, Née Maxwell), Sparrow Maxwell (23, Brother), Sinclair Maxwell (17, Brother), Silver Maxwell (14, Sister), Shannon Maxwell (11, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Seven Maxwell (36, Sutton's Wife, Née Marsh), Sequoia Meadows (33, Sunny's Husband), Scout Maxwell (30, Sunday's Wife, Née Moore), Sawyer Moss (27, Storm's Husband), Salem Maxwell (24, Sparrow's Wife, Née Marlow)

Nieces & Nephews: Sage Maxwell (15, Nephew), Sloan Maxwell (12, Niece), Sidney Maxwell (9, Nephew), Shirley Maxwell (6, Niece), Sheridan Maxwell (3, Nephew), Shelley Meadows (12, Niece), Shelby Meadows (9, Nephew), Shaye Meadows (6, Niece), Shawn Meadows (3, Nephew), Selby Maxwell (9, Niece), Shanon Maxwell (6, Nephew), Sevyn Maxwell (3, Niece), Schuyler Moss (6, Nephew), Santana Moss (3, Niece), Shae Maxwell (3, Nephew)

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Hellview

Trainer: Skull Lucifarian

Managers: Skull Lucifarian

Wrestlers Managed: None

Debut: 1978 (WWF Debut: 1980)

Retired: N/A

Wrestling Style: Street Fighter

Stables: Daughters of Darkness (1978-)

Teams:

Family Fighters (Skull & Syd)

Violet Offenders (Ven & Syd)

Twisted Steel & Sex Appeal (Bel & Syd)

The Wild Things (Pat & Syd)

Twisted Sisters (Cas & Syd)

The Phoenix & The Phantom (Hel & Syd)

The Valkyries (Eve & Syd)

Regular Moves: Kick to the Midsection, Diving Leg Drop, Forearm Smash, Diving Splash, Chair Shot, Jumping Knee Drop, Pump Handle Slam, Dropkick, Diving Back Elbow Drop, Berserker (Diving Knee Drop)

Finishers: Ripped Apart (Double Leg Slam), Son of Sam (Sitout Suplex Slam)

Refers To Fans As: The Wrathful, The Wrathful Ones

Heel or Face: (As of Jan 1980) Heel

[oferwood]

Of all the families to work for, the Sinclair’s seemed to be the best of the bunch, personality wise. Granted, they could pay William a bit more, but he was not about to complain when there had been so little options left. To William, Jasper was one of the few that didn’t lord his titles about which was a welcomed change. William’s uncle had always taught him that the measure of a man could be seen by how they treated others, animals included, and Jasper had nothing but care for his beloved horse it seemed. “I promise you; no horses will be sold without my due diligence, and I know that Tessa is off limits.” Though she was one of the few Sinclair horses that could fetch a fair price. “Perhaps your brother may find himself in some fresh manure for his troubles?” William half teased. He was all too aware of sibling jests and the one he suggested would, no doubt, have its desired effect. 

“I’ve settled in well, my lord, but I do miss the country.” William offered the man a cut up apple, a treat for the horses. Although William could do with more staff under him, he’d even settle for a green stable hand, his time was well managed. Even if that was not the case, how could William find the time to escape the hustle of the city. “I would not be doing my job if I let you run amuck with the horses,” William said with a glint in his eye. “Providing there are no ladies in expensive dresses, I think the lake would be suitable." William chuckled as he recalled the incident with an uppity lady earlier on in the week. “Are you ready now?”

( @oferwood -- The Sinclair Stables )

"William." A name, soaked with worry, echoes through the stables, as Jasper rushes into the stables, "Where is Tess?" His dearest, beloved horse, called Teresa, shortened to her favorite nickname, Tess. Jasper panics, as he cannot spot chestnut fur immediately. "Good heavens." Relief washes over him the moment her head pops up from behind her box. "My brother made a ungodly, awful joke about Tess being sold, on accident." It is clear that he has been running, out of breath as he is, "He scared me to death, unfunny as he is." Jasper does not specify which brother, instead, he walks past William, to gently pet the mare's nose.

"Now that that is settled, how have you been?" Brushing through her fur, Jasper turns to face him, "I was thinking of going out for a ride. Are you very busy today, or do you have a little time to spare? I thought you could accompany me until we reach the lake. If that is of your liking."

[karen-anti-r-cml]

February 13, 2023: East High School in Denver, Colorado Was Added To The Ever Growing List of School Shooting Locations.

Luis Garcia, Student at and Soccer Player for EHS was Shot and Killed while sitting in a car near the Campus

Garcia's Murder Sparked Student-Led Campaign for Gun Safety Reform., Per NBC affiliate KUSA

February 2023: The School got False Threats of Violence. Per Dr. Alex Marrero, School District Superintendent

Now I'm wondering were the Threats of Violence really False or were the just Delayed.

March 3, 2023: Students Led a Walkout and Went to the State Capitol to Demand Legislative Action. Per KUSA.

Many of the Students wore shirts With the Words...

"Angels Against Gun Violence"

March 22, 2023: Students at East High School in Denver, Colorado are once again dealing with Gun Violence...

At approximately 9:50am 2 School Administrators were Shot, but Thankfully only Wounded by a Student Who Immediately Left the School Thankfully Shooting No One Else.

The Victims are Eric Sinclair, School’s Dean of Culture and Jerald Mason, A Restorative Practice Coordinator in the Dean’s Office, A District Spokesperson Confirmed to CNN.

1 of the Men was in Critical Condition and the other was in Stable Condition with Serious Injuries, per Ron Thomas, Denver Police Chief

"Our students should and must be able to attend school without fear for their safety, their parents deserve the peace of mind that their children are safe in classrooms, and teachers should be able to work safely and without harm," Per Jared Polis, Colorado Governor

Gracie Taub, Co-Lead for EHS's Chapter of Students Demand Action, while waiting for the Lockdown to End wrote and tweeted...

Denver Police Later named Austin Lyle, 17 as the Suspect.

Austin was under a “Safety Plan” and Agreed to be Patted Down Every Morning in Private, Per School Officials

Austin's vehicle was located, a Search was Launched and a body with a Self-Inflicted Gun Shot Wound was found in the woods, near the vehicle. Per Tom McGraw, Park County, Colorado Sheriff

“During the search, a Gun was retrieved, and several shots were fired." Per Chief Thomas

March 23, 2023: The County's Coroner's Office was able to announce the body found is Austin

I can’t even walk outside my house without feeling like I’m gonna die, or I’m gonna get shot,” Per Aubriana Acuna, Student

“We have to be here because we don’t want this to happen again. You don’t want to have to take time out of school just to not be scared and horrified of what just happened to us." Per Beckett Nelson Gardner, Student

March 24, 2023: “We all as educators came into this profession to support [and] help students thrive, and most importantly, provide them an opportunity to succeed, I can acknowledge we failed Austin as a district.” Per Dr. Marrero

We just want to know: Are kids are safe to come back? Our teachers aren’t gonna come back unless they know they’re safe, and I don’t blame them. I will support them. I will picket with them. Teachers are real big part of this because they’re doing the work of the police department now. These are teachers; they aren’t police officers. So, there’s a lot of things that need to change.” Steve Katsaros, Parent

[camslightstories]

Tolerate it - Part 8

Lena Luthor x reader, Kara Danvers x reader, Alex Danvers x reader. Baby Danvers.

Notes: Well I hope you like it, part 9 is going to be up on Saturday, i know it may not be the best one but I think is actually better than part 7. I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you so much for your support, it feels unreal. 

I loved reading about your theories and opinions. I will gladly received any feedback, comment, opinion or request. I hope you guys a have day! Thank you for reading! I hope you guys like it!

Taglist: @multi-images @captain-josslett

Russian Translations:

А Вы, Олли? - Do you, ollie?

Ты не сказал им, не так ли? - You didn't tell them, did you?

The darkness of the night made the hideouts easier. The persistent sound of the music coming through different places made it harder to focus. The cold and loneliness of the night made the two superheroes teams stand secretly behind the warehouse. 

Standing ready for the signal to invade the place, Oliver Queen and Kara Danvers, best known as the Green Arrow and Supergirl. With comms on their ears as Lena and Felicity gave information about the event. Alex arriving with Jonn, Diggle, Nia, and Brainly ready to enter the place. 

The Danvers sister shared a look of protectiveness and caring, as Felicity gave the signal to enter. The archer looked back at his friends before entering first, with the Kryptonian no long behind. 

With the lights off, they both spoke up. Oliver throws a bomb arrow to the middle of the warehouse. “You have failed this city!”

“Why do you guys do this, knowing we are going to stop you?”And your sister getting a look from your best friend for creating a pun. 

As both of the teams caught the majority of the people in question for minutes, the criminal that had been terrorizing National City and Star city was still on the loose. As both of your sisters ran where Sinclair’s bodyguards were being put down by a blonde. Oliver stood on the top of the stage watching the whole interaction with Anatoly by his side. 

Kara felt her world stop as she heard it again. The blood pumping sound coming from your familiar chest. Alex stopping looking back at her, as the blonde stumbled with her feet, slowly falling into the floor as tears started to come out. Desperately looking around the place with a foggy mind trying to find you. Alex tried to ground her pulling her into her, whispering calming words to your sisters. 

Your best friend had already recognized you, as you flipped the table and tried to cover, throwing a tranquilizer arrow immediately, hoping to make it before Roulette could shoot you. As Kara looked up where her friend stood throwing the arrow in direction of the tattooed woman, where you stood.

Shaking Alex as she got up. She watched Roulette firing at you and hitting you, making you fall to the floor. Your redhead sister looking at her confused before your name fell out of her lips as a whisper “Y/N”

All of the comms became quiet, for a second as all of them shared a look. Your archer best friend, already with you in his arms taking your pulse. As he put pressure into the wound, looking for a pulse, finding a faint one. He screamed, “We need to get her to our place now!”

You on the arms of your sister, with the rest of the teams not long behind. Some of them are still in shock. Alex and Oliver running into the medical bed where your ex-girlfriend and Felicity stood connecting you to the machines. 

Oliver rips your dress where the wound was located, only to find an open scar and various scars in the rest of your chest. Looking over to where Felicity stood checking your vitals, recognizing the tattoo that stood on the top right of your chest. He sighed, before grabbing Alex from her shoulders getting her out of the space where you were laying. “Alex! I need you to trust me okay!?”

“I'm a doctor and she is my sister, Oliver let me pass!” Alex yelled angrily, trying to push past the archer. 

Oliver looked at her before responding as he jogged to the med space again “I can't! You are not stable and we can help her, like this you can't”

Your oldest sister stood angrily and went to enter again only to be stopped by Kara evolving her in a hug. Both of them sat on the floor as the angry tears left their eyes, blaming themselves for the situation. 

-----

The pain was the only thing that you could feel as you started to gain consciousness. The brightness hitting your eyes the moment you blinked. With a clouded mind, you slowly began to look at your surroundings, when you felt various things attached to your body. 

Slowly closing and opening your eyes, as they adjusted to the white light that illuminated the room. You went to move, only to feel the IV in your arm and the tight bandage in your abdomen.

Groaning internally as the pain increased. You heard faintly familiar voices that you couldn't make of. The cold of the place made you curse internally as it felt that it was increasing the headache. Trying to clench your fits but failing when you felt all of your strength leave your body. 

Tossing around the bed, you noticed your cuffed hand into the bed. Furrowing your eyes as you look back now, in more pain and consciousness at your surroundings. Closed walls, small medical instruments, bright surroundings. Noticing your dress on the couch you looked down to see a familiar sweatshirt and shorts only to make you sigh in annoyance, putting the dots together. 

Moving around the bed, you grabbed the V1 and took it out slowly, putting it on the table beside you. Breathing multiple times, gaining all of the strength you could have the moment, you dislocated your thumb crying in silence as you did before getting your hand out of the cuffs.

Getting up slowly, you tried to look for your gun or anything in the space, only to find none. Breathing heavily the moment you tried to walk as the pain in your abdomen overwhelmed you and made you get support on the wall. Trying to conceal now your emotional and physical feelings you clenched your fits only to bandage around them. 

Nodding after gaining a part of your self-control you started to walk out of the med bed just to see Oliver with his arms crossed over his chest, stopping you.“Y/N, can't let you do that”

“For a former assassin, you do not take the right precautions, Queen” You responded with venom in your voice, trying to walk past your best friend only to be stopped as he got in your way. Showing your free hands. 

“I got things to do, and places to be, so get out of my way Oliver” You hissed when the archer made no move, and only stepped closer to you. Oliver examined your face as he did.

Your eyes that once were full of light now filled with darkness and wall. Your face that was once filled with smiles, now it was filled with voidness. Your once warm and caring expressions were now blank. A small scar on your cheek, almost unnoticeable if you weren't in the light. Everything had changed, and for the first time in a while, Oliver felt like he was just back on the island without any hope to save you, you were long gone and he knew it. 

“Where do you think you are going to go like that?”He claimed as he grabbed your shoulder, walking in the direction of a separate room. 

You concluded the struggle against his hold, even though the pain increased as you sat abruptly on the couch. “To take the fucking smirk out of Roulettes face with satisfaction”

You murmured loud enough for him to hear, as you moved around trying to get comfortable so the pain running through your veins could go away “Don't touch me”

“What are you gonna do? Fight me?” He sarcastically said before leaning on the doorway, watching your every move. 

“I may be not scared of anything anymore, Oliver but I’m not stupid enough to fight you,” You said before moving to lay on the couch. Ignoring his every try to speak to you. 

The silence became part of you in the past years, it helped to control your emotions, your wounds, and yourself. It became your solution to your problems. Now with it by your side, it refugees you as time passes. 

Oliver stood there for two whole hours, trying to find solutions in his thoughts. Memories that were buried inside came to play as he tried to find anything to get you back. But he knew that if you got into the Bratva organization there wasn't a single thing you haven't been through, and your scars confirmed his theories. 

All of the peace and calm was broken when your redhead sister burst through the door. Infuriated, and with a resentful expression on her face. Her breath got in her throat as she clenched her fits when she saw you. 

“What the hell happened to you?” Your oldest sister said, trying to hide the broken tone coming from her voice. Standing in front of you with fear in her eyes as she did, the fear of losing you again, the fear you saw more than once in her’s and Kara's eyes in any type of crisis. 

Kara came through the door no long behind, calmer than Alex but still tense. Both of your sisters shared a look when your silence became your answer. Ignoring them you kept looking at the ceiling, with a blank emotion. 

Kara walked closer to you, putting a hand on Alex as the redhead started to yell at you for leaving, for getting shot, for killing someone, for everything. Trying to relive the madness she had for you since you left. Your blonde sister shut Alex up, as she sat on the floor facing you like you did when you were kids.

With legs crossed and hands on your laps in front of the couch, when your mom wasn't home. Your sisters and you talked about what was wrong when you were kids. There wasn't anything you would hide from each other even when you moved to National City for college after so much time of disconnection between you three, it became natural. 

But the two of them sat there for hours and you didn't even move as the time passed, the only thing you did was breathe and stare at the ceiling. It was like you were trained to be in silence, you were completely void and both of your older sisters noticed. 

Trying to defuse the tension every now and then, Kara or Alex would speak up to ask you a question, but you remained silent. The rest of the teams stood in the Arrow cave, some of them more worried and confused than the others. Felicity had already spoken to Oliver. She had noticed the tattoo on your arm which did not pass by her remembering the same tattoo her husband once had on his left shoulder. 

Lena buried herself in her hands, as she tried to make sense of the situation. Many things had happened in the last few years, and many mistakes she had made, now we're basically feeling impossible to recover. Her foggy mind and unbalanced feelings all over the place.

Pulling herself up, Alex walked out of the room after sharing a look with Kara, when you kept silent and motionless. Oliver, Felicity, and Lena walked up to her as soon as she got out, with tears in her eyes, the redhead went to speak but was beaten by the archer. “She is not talking, is she?”

Alex nodded slowly before getting out of the way so the four of them could walk into the room. 

Noticing the now five standing figures in front of you, you remained in silence. The pain somehow became bearable as time passed, and with the control of your physical and mental feelings. You were basically the same person, Oliver once was. 

You seated back and examined each one of them. Oliver remained with a simple expression of worries, with his arms crossed, trying to find the words to get you to talk. Felicity stood on the far right with the table in her hand, as she searched for any part of your old self. Alex stood with her arms crossed, tears threatening to come out but still a desperate expression on her face. Kara was closer than the rest, with hope in her eyes, but a flash of pain and resentment in them too. Opening and closing her mouth multiple times as she cleaned the angry tears coming from her eyes. Lena stood upright looking at you like a ghost. Gripping to the sleeves of her sweater as she stared, biting her lip while trying to make the tears not come out.

“What do you want?” You claimed as you played with your hands, glancing at each one of them. Oliver remained calm, and not surprised when your cold and indifferent tone of voice hit them. While the three women felt their breathing get caught in their throats. 

Your best friend took a step closer to you, with a challenging look in his eyes as both of you connected glances. He was pushing your buttons so you would overwhelm yourself, but you knew better than that. You had seen him and your sisters do the same thing a lot of times, so you played along. “You know what we want”

“А Вы, Олли?” You said not looking anywhere else but his eyes. Your sisters and Felicity looked shocked, as you spoke while Lena understood you perfectly, furrowing her eyebrow in confusion. What were you hiding? 

When the archer didn't respond, you took your turn again, this time with a sarcastic chuckled as you did. “Ты не сказал им, не так ли?”

Oliver looked at you annoyed before rubbing his temples, Lena got closer only to be stopped when your oldest sister angrily yelled at you. “What the hell happen to you?”

If she would have done it three years ago, you would have flinched. Surprising your sisters and Lena when you didn't. Instead, you looked void, and with your eyes challenging Alex with determination and calmness with nothing to fear. No one had ever challenged your sister, everyone feared the redhead, except for you.

You had lost all of your fears in the past years. You weren't scared of death or anything else. You became blank, it didn't matter to you, if you died or if you were alive. You didn't have anything to live for, but you also didn't have anything to die for. So you survived. 

“Nothing of your damn business, Alexandra” You responded going back to laying on the couch. Your two sisters and ex-girlfriend exchanged looks, having a silent conversation. You had never called her that, it was always, Alex, Al, Allie, Bear Bear. That scared the hell out of both of them, tears coming out as they walked out of the room slamming the door as they did.

You weren't there, you weren't yourself, you weren't the person who had once loved them infinitely, you weren't the person they had once comforted after having a nightmare, you weren't the person who danced and sung around the kitchen as you cooked, you weren't the person who took their camera everywhere so you could captivate moments with them, you weren't the person who was an absolute child during each holiday, you weren't the person who would drop everything to make you sure they were okay, you weren't the person who cried themselves to sleep when you had disappointed them, you weren't the person who tried to be funny, you weren't the person who was distinguished for being clumsy.

You weren't the person they once knew, you were gone and deep down they all knew it.

[oathofoaksart]

LEGION OF SUPERHEROES/DC OC: AMELIE “ZEPHYR” GWIN

bio under the cut!!

General Name: Amelie Gwin A.K.A: Zephyr; Zeph, Zephy, Amma Age: 16 [S1], 18 [S2] Gender: Cisgender Female Orientation: Biromantic Bisexual Occupation: Founder Legionnaire  

Race: Metahuman Location: Legion of Superheroes Headquarters; Earth Hometown: New Metropolis, USA; Earth

Relations Parents: Sinclair (deceased) and Cornelia Gwin Siblings: Sable, Kahlo, and Drexel Gwin Friends: Chuck “Bouncing Boy” Taine, Imra “Saturn Girl” Ardeen, Luornu “Triplicate Girl” Durgo, Tinya “Phantom Girl” Wazzo, Clark “Superman” Kent, Brainiac 5, Brin “Timberwolf” Londo, Galatea @generalfandomsofthefreak​, Reep “Chameleon Boy” Daggle, Rokk “Cosmic Boy” Krinn Partner/s: Garth “Lightning Lad” Ranzz (ev.); Mekt "Lightning Lord" Ranzz (AU) Misc.: Mekt Ranzz, Ayla Ranzz Affiliations: The Legion of Superheroes

Appearance Skin: Medium Fair, rosy undertones Hair: Jet black Eyes: Black; turn fully white when concentrating a heavy attack Height: 5’1” Build: Generally small, but limber; similar to a cheerleading flyer Distinctions: Considered averagely cute; often told she has big, pretty eyes. While she’s rarely out of uniform anymore, she has what’s considered a “tomboy-ish” style.

Personality

Energetic | Playful | Dedicated | Impulsive | Brash

Type: ESFP-A (The Entertainer) Temperament: Sanguine-Choleric Alignment: Chaotic Good

Lively, loud, fun-loving; Amelie takes the role of being the Legion’s resident jokester. Even during dangerous situations, Amma is given to flippant (and most of the time, cringe-worthy) wisecracks and one-liners, staying relaxed and seemingly carefree all the while. She’s shameless flirt, constantly spouting lame pick up lines to anyone she sees as the least bit attractive (although she does very poorly at actually getting a date). Despite her general goofiness, she’s incredibly dedicated to the Legion cause and her fellow Legionnaires, giving her 100% and beyond.

Amma’s happy-go-lucky attitude is for the most part, for the sake of relieving the stress that the life of a hero often brings. Not just for herself, but for her friends as well, however it’ll occasionally blow up in her face. While she might not mean to, she has a habit of coming across as immature and reckless, especially compared to the other founding Legionnaires. Over the years, this had started to shape into a suppressed inferiority complex that when exposed, leads to sporadic and intense clashes with others.

Powers/Advantages

Amelie uses air manipulation as an offset of telekinesis, maneuvering the air in and/or around objects she moves them to her will, including herself, enabling flight without the use of her Legion flight ring. She can also manifest her aerokinesis in strong gusts, whirlwinds, and gales. By controlling air waves, Amelie is capable of sound amplification and negation.  

Like all Legionnaires, Amelie owns a Legion flight ring, which enables flight outside of her natural metagene, provides communication between other Legionnaires, can emit light like a flashlight, and protects the wearer from the vacuum of space. The Legionnaire belt works as a cloaking device.

Amelie is unable to create her own atmosphere, she can only use the air that's already available; her powers are rendered useless in a vacuum. They’re also tied a bit closely to her emotions, she has a hard time reeling them in if her emotions get the best of her.

Biography

Amelie was first born to Sinclair and Cornelia Gwin, followed three years later by all male triplets. The Gwins lived a happy existence, making their living off the small but successful restaurant under Sinclair’s name. Amma was an active, sporty girl throughout all of elementary and middle school and from a young age was smitten with the idea of running the restaurant when she was old enough. Her parents were loving and doting of her and her brothers, but she was particularly close to her father, who was known for his jolliness and all around silliness.  

Tragedy struck the Gwins when Amma was twelve, her father was caught in the middle of an armed robbery while closing the restaurant. Sinclair was found dead at the scene. The Gwins stumbled at the sudden blow, Cornelia scrambled to not only trying to keep herself from falling apart, but console her children while keeping the business stable. Seeing her mother doing her best to keep everything cohesive, Amma did her best as the eldest of the children to comfort her brothers and help in any way she could in the restaurant.

The incident of her father’s murder molded much of her personality. She loved her father dearly and his death devastated her, but instead of allowing herself the time to grieve she took up Sinclair’s jovial disposition. She forced herself to stay strong for her family, shoving any of her own trauma down where no one could see it, and instead focused on trying to brighten everyone else’s day. 

The stress of keeping up her mask of cheeriness eventually came too much not more than a few months after Sinclair’s death. A particularly nasty crying spell came to a crux, alone in her room, Amma felt as if everything was too much and too soon, her feelings erupted. She didn’t realize the roar in her ears wasn’t just her blood rushing, but that her room had been seized by a whirlwind, ripping through posters and hurling around furniture. The noise alerted her mother, who came rushing to her daughter’s side, which proved nearly disastrous. The storm correspond to Amma’s emotions, who was now in a panic, as the wind tore the roof off and sent both Amma and Cornelia sailing through the clouds.

Amma, in what should have been a futile effort, imagined that they’d somehow make it down safely. When the force of the impact never came, the mother and daughter opened their eyes to see they were hovering unharmed over the remains of their house, the triplets staring up at them in awe.

Amma, due to the stress of grief that went unchecked, activated her own metagene.

The Gwins made their home at the restaurant, loyal customers and helpful neighbors contributed in making the place comfortable for them with generous donations. Meanwhile, Amma experimented with her new found abilities, all under the careful eye of her mother. While abilities such as her own was no longer too outside the norm in the 31st century, Amma couldn’t fight the feeling that her powers could perhaps make a difference, instead of having them just thrown under the rug as a quirk.

She developed the habit of dropping by the remaining superhero museums, Superman and the Flash, as they were the first few who came to time with abilities that helped the world. The prospect of being a hero herself was something that called her greatly, but Amma couldn’t think up a way to start. Her chance would appear however, just a little after her thirteenth birthday.

Once again roaming through the Superman Museum, Amma encountered three kids right around her age, huddled far off to the corner of the building. Experience in having three younger brothers who were more often than not up to no good, Amma tried out a new trick she had been practicing. By keeping together the air waves from their voices a longer distance, she was able to carry their conversation to where she was staying, essentially eavesdropping. What she thought was three kids potentially plotting to trash the museum was actually plan on solving the conspiracy behind the threat over billionaire, R.J Brande’s, head.

Amma practically forced herself into the conversation, much to the surprise of the other three. A Braalian with magnetic manipulation, Rokk Krinn, a Titinian telepath, Imra Ardeen and Winathian electrokinetic, Garth Ranzz. Rokk, Imra and Garth were skeptical of Amma, who shoved herself into their plans with no sense of the danger to come. She won them over however, by showing them her own abilities, namely, her flight and the ease of transportation it would bring. And so the four became a rag-tag team of heroes, coming together to save R.J Brande.

Brande was grateful for their quick-thinking and selflessness and in return now helps fund their team of defenders, The Legion of Superheroes.  

Amelie goes by Zephyr, a senior Legionnaire, and fights so that the galaxy can be safe from the likes of the Fatal Five and that no one should have to experience her loss.

Notes

Zephyr is a skilled cruiser pilot, since her abilities are void in space, she didn't want rendered useless. Her fighting style bleeds into her piloting, very quick on her reflexes.

Amma prefers to float everywhere rather than have her feet touch the ground, reason being she’s the second shortest member of the Legion and it’s hard to tell when she’s in the air.

One of the few things Amma takes with extreme caution is kitchen duty, she’s taken the title of the Legion’s Head Chef. Other Legionnaires take scheduled shifts helping her set up meals for the day. She’s surprisingly stern when it comes to the kitchen, from food preparation to cleanliness.

She’s notorious for developing inconvenient crushes, such as with a constant thorn in the Legion’s side, Mekt Ranzz, and far beyond her league, the President of United Planets, Winema Wazzo

Amma is well aware of her status as a founder, but dislikes drawing respect out through it. However, she does wish that her fellow founders took her a little more seriously, something that causes friction mostly between Cosmic Boy and herself.

She had originally named herself Gale Girl when the Legion first came to be, but with Imra, Luorno and Tinya’s hero names all ending in “Girl” as well, Amma wanted to stand out. Zephyr looks and sounds cool.

[kaidenya]

⌕ :: about the mun...

...I absolutely love talking about my interests so if we have anything in common, reach out! I’ve only got one friend (@softlybakugou) so I’m always down to meet new people!!

Name: Kai

Age: Twenty-Three

Pronouns: She/Her

Timezone: EST

Sexuality: Pansexual

STATS

Sign: Scorpio

MBIT: INTJ-T

Enneagram: Five — Wing Four

PASSPORTS

Wizarding World

House :: Slytherin

Patronus :: Runespoor

Occupation :: Magizooligist

Wand :: Holly wood with a phoenix feather core, 10 ¾" and surprisingly swishy flexibility

Mount Olympus

Cabin :: Thirteen

Weapon :: Bow & Arrow

Location :: The stables

Miscellaneous

Fae Court: Night Court

House of Night Element: Spirit

Game of Thrones House: Baratheon

INTEREST STATS

Movies :: Midsommar, American Ultra, The Mummy, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003), TMNT, The Proposal, The Shape of Water, V for Vendetta, John Wick, Howls Moving Castle, The Maze Runner, & Black Widow

Shows :: Attack on Titan, Outer Banks, Haikyuu!!, Sherlock, The Mandalorian, Arcane, Euphoria, Vikings, Game of Thrones, The Punisher, American Horror Story, Avatar The Last Airbender, Teen Wolf, Charmed, & Scream

Books :: The Spider’s Mate Trilogy, Vicious Lost Boys, Naga Brides, A Court of Thorns & Roses, House of Night Series, Darkest Powers Trilogy, Promises and Pomegranates, Orc Sworn Series, & Junji Ito Collection

Games :: Cyberpunk 2077, Red Dead Redemption 2, Dragon Age Inquisition, Mass Effect 2/3, Detroit Become Human, The Last of Us, GTA V, Until Dawn, Little Hope, Skyrim, & Fallout 4

Celebrities :: Pedro Pascal, Will Poulter, Florence Pugh, Lee Dong Wook, John Boyega, Keanu Reeves, Dev Patel, Hailee Steinfeld, Sophie Turner, Jackson Wang, & Adam Driver

CHARACTER STATS

Arcane :: Vi/Violet, Viktor, Silco, Echo, & Scar

Haikyuu :: Tendo Satori, Kentaro Kyotani, Kotaro Bokuto, Shoyo Hinata, Tsukishima Kei, & Keishin Ukai

My Hero Academia :: Mirio Togata, Izuku Midoriya, Tenya Iida, Tamaki Amajiki, Mezo Shoji, Kugo Sakamata (Gang Orca), Katsuki Bakugou, Hanta Sero, & Ochaco Uraraka

Jujutsu Kaisen :: Choso, Yuji Itadori, Toge Inumaki, Aoi Todo, Nobara Kugisaki, & Ryomen Sukuna

Cyberpunk 2077 :: Goro Takemura, Johnny Silverhand, Panam Palmer, River Ward, Misty Olszewski, Vik Vektor, & Judy Alvarez

Horror/Slashers :: Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface), Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Evan Macmillan (The Trapper), & Vincent Sinclair

Monsters/Aliens :: Yautja, Thane (Mass Effect), The Gill-Man, Garrus (Mass Effect), Venom, Telok & Ketahn (TSM Trilogy),

Harry Potter :: Charlie Weasley, Severus Snape, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, & Newt Scamader

Marvel :: Frank Castle (The Punisher), Yelena Belova, Erik Lensherr (Magneto), Matt Murdock (Daredevil), Wade Wilson (Deadpool), Cindy Moon (Silk), Marie D’Ancanto (Rogue), & Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)

Game of Thrones :: Sandor Clegane (The Hound), Tywin Lannister, Oberyn Martel, Stannis Baratheon, Tormund Giantsbane, & Podrick Payne

Miscellaneous :: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian), Sherlock Holmes (BBC), Pope Heyward (OBX), Fezco (Euphoria), John Wick, Donatello (TMNT), Gally (The Maze Runner), Azriel (ACOTAR), Charles Smith (RDR2), Leonardo (TMNT), Solas (DAI), Ivar The Boneless, & Connor (DBH)

[lilyaltamira]

The Perfect Save File?

In my second playthrough of Red Dead Redemption 2 I’ve been trying to plan for the future and create the “perfect” save file in each chapter. I want to be able to return to the game years from now just to free roam.  The goal is that Arthur will be as levelled up as possible, I’ll be able to dress him however I want, give him any absurd facial hair (without having to wait for it to grow) etc.  This isn’t going to be a guide on how to do or where to find each thing but a list of things to do at each point of the game.  Feel free to send me asks about this stuff though and I’d be happy to help. This post is a WIP and I will update it as I progress further into the game.

Quick note first:   After completing a challenge you can buy reinforced equipment from the trapper which raises Arthur and John’s health, stamina or dead-eye by one bar.  The earliest point that each entire challenge can be completed is listed below.

I’ve not listed every money making opportunity, but just the ones where there are gold bars. --

Chapter 1:  After Mission: Outlaws from the West

Chapter 2: First Save  Until you do Spines of America the fence at Emerald Ranch is not available, but you can still sell to the fence in Rhodes and Saint Denis. You can’t get a grooming brush until Exit, Pursued by a Bruised Ego, but you can still clean your horse in deep water.   I try to do much of the list for this save while growing out Arthur’s beard.

Mission: Americans at Rest

Mission: Money Lending (any one of Chick Matthews/Lilly Millet/Wrobel to unlock the camp ledger so that you can buy Leather Working tools and get the satchel upgrades)

Money: gold bar from Limpany

Money: gold bars in crashed train

Money: strange statues puzzle 

Money:  Jack Hall treasure hunt

Money:  High Stakes treasure hunt

Money:  Poisonous Trail treasure hunt

Useful:  Complete camp upgrades

Useful:  Complete all satchel upgrades (buck talisman useful for this but not possible to obtain after Exit Pursued by a Bruised Ego)

Useful: Max out health, stamina and dead-eye stats

Trinket/Talisman: find cat eye trinket

Trinket/Talisman:  find shark tooth trinket

Trinket/Talisman: find hawk talon trinket

Trinket/Talisman: Old Brass Compass (you can get this without completing the Geology for Beginners if you lure bounty hunters to Francis Sinclair.  You can enter his cabin and pick up the compass without triggering the cutscene)

Trinket/Talisman: Get quartz chunk (mail one dino bone location)

Trinket/Talisman: Get abalone shell fragment

Trinket/Talisman: Get cobalt petrified wood

Trinket/Talisman: Get silver chain bracelet, gold earring, silver earring

Weapons: Valentine doctor backroom robbery (Schofield)

Weapons: Rhodes gunsmith basement robbery (Lancaster Repeater)

Weapons: Tomahawk (found at Hanging Dog Ranch before they’re unlocked at the fence)

Weapons: Throwing Knives (loot O’Driscolls at Hanging Dog Ranch)

Customisation: Grow beard and hair to max length 

Customisation:  Craft all trapper outfits

Customisation: Buy all clothes from Saint Denis tailor and each General Store’s outfits

Hats: Stolen hats (I’ll probably do a different guide or link to one)

Challenge: Explorer can be completed

Challenge: Horseman can be completed

Challenge: Weapons Expert can be completed

Chapter 2: Second Save

Mission: Exit, Pursued by a Bruised Ego (to unlock stables and legendary hunts)

Mission: Who is Not Without Sin (to unlock poker)

Trinket/Talisman:  Legendary Buck

Trinket/Talisman: Legendary animal hunts (I would not bother with the wolf trinket until the Epilogue as I like getting Arthur drunk, but listing it here for completionist reasons)

Challenge: Master Hunter can be completed

Challenge: Gambler can be completed 

Chapter 2: Third Save

After Mission: A Fisher of Men (to unlock fishing)

Challenge: Survivalist can be completed  (Note:  In theory you can get a fishing rod early and complete the Survivalist Challenge using this method, but I haven’t had luck)

Chapter 2:  Fourth Save 

After Mission: The Sheep and the Goats (to unlock sniper rifle) Hat:  Newsboy cap (must get from an enemy in the Sheep and the Goats) After this mission Horseshoe Overlook will be packed up.

Challenge: Sharpshooter can be completed (requires long-scoped rifle, in theory can be obtained early by this method, but I haven’t had luck with this)

Chapter 3: First Option 

After Mission: A Strange Kindness

Chapter 3: Second Option

After Mission: Horseflesh for Dinner (unlocks horse fence)

Challenge: Bandit can be completed

Chapter 4: Early Option

After Mission: The Joys of Civilisation (having the ‘Angelo Bronte’ mission available means that you can complete it to replay Jack’s party)

Ch 4 unlocks Algernon Wasp and I recommend that you’re doing Herbalism 9 while doing his exotic requests

(NOTE:  You must finish all camp upgrades and companion activities before starting Banking, the Old American Art as they will no longer be available) 

Chapter 5: Guarma

After Mission: Welcome to the New World

Find all Guarma animals for compendium

Hat: Sunhat (only found here)

Chapter 5: Lakay

After Mission: Fleeting Joy

Trinket/Talisman: Complete one cigarette card collection (for alligator talisman)

Trinket/Talisman: Get gold-jointed bracelet (for alligator talisman)

Trinket/Talisman:  Legendary Alligator 

Chapter 6:  First Save

After Mission:  That’s Murfree Country

Chapter 6: Second Save 

After Mission: Archaeology for Beginners (make sure to get trinket) (This is the last remaining trinket/talisman available to Arthur)

Find Carolina Parakeets for Compendium (not available in Epilogue as far as I know)

(Before finishing Chapter 6, you can visit Aberdeen Pig Farm and the money that is stolen from Arthur should still be there if you return as John in the epilogue)

Epilogue 1:  Early Option (may be easier to do some of this in Epilogue II)

After Mission: The Wheel

Challenge: Herbalist can be completed (four herbs only available in Epilogue)

Money: Aberdeen pig farm 

Money: Elemental Trail treasure 

Trinket/Talisman: Remaining Legendary Animals (Pronghorn, Cougar, Bison)

Trinket/Talisman: Turtle Shell

Trinket/Talisman: Crow Beak

[tierneysinclair]

“Nobody’s ever been arrested for a murder; they have only ever been arrested for not planning it properly.” ― Terry Hayes, I Am Pilgrim

Basic Information

Full name: Tierney Sinclair Pronunciation: Tier-Knee Sin-Claire Nickname(s): Not if you like to live. Tierney doesn’t do nicknames. Tierney is the only name he’ll answer to. Birthdate:  September 8, 1979 Age: 40 Zodiac: Virgo Gender: Cis-Male Pronouns: he/him Romantic Orientation: Straight Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Nationality: American Ethnicity: White Current Location: Miami, Florida Living Conditions: Tierney lives in a small apartment above his new garage. It’s nothing fancy and that’s the way he likes it. Well worn couches, outdated kitchen appliances, wear worn towels. He doesn’t live in the slums but owning only new things has never been a part of Tierney’s lifestyle.

Background

Birthplace: Las Vegas, Nevada Hometown: N/A Social Class: Presents as lower-middle class but has enough money in the bank to be upper class if he really wanted to be. But he never will. Educational Achievements: None. Tierney never went to school. By the time he was released for the testing facility it was too late and too hard to get someone like him caught up. Sporadically home schooled by staff and other people Tierney isn’t the sort of person you want on your trivia team. He struggles with complex math, history, and all other assorted ‘average school knowledge’. Father: Unknown Mother: Unknown Sibling(s): Unknown Birth Order: N/A Pets: None Previous Relationships: Nothing lasts longer than a night. Do one night stands count? Arrests: A lot. By the time Tierney aged out of the foster program he’d been arrested more times than he had fingers and toes. Nothing major, minor mischief and petty theft. It wasn’t until he was picked up by the Syndicate that he started doing bigger crimes. And by then he had the support network to not get arrested. Prison Time: Surprisingly, not a lot. Accumulated, no more than a few months. It pays to have friends in low places.

Occupation & Income

Current Occupation: Hitman for the Blackburn Syndicate & Freelance Motorcycle Restorer Dream Occupation: None. Tierney has a limited view of both his life and the world. The idea of having a ‘dream’ anything is a foreign concept to him. Past Job(s): He was boy once at a greasy diner once. When they found out he’d lied about who he was a week later he was fired. Chicago wasn’t kind to kids with rap sheets and level five rankings. Falling in with the Syndicate has been the only ‘real’ job he’s ever had. Spending Habits: Tierney is a very frugal person. He buys almost everything second hand or used and very rarely spends it on anything new. The only expensive things he owns are his bikes and a flat screen TV. Tierney’s not ashamed to admit most of his money gets spent on bike parts anyways. Debt: Never. Credit cards mean government ability to track him. And being in debt t other people is a one way trip to being killed over it at a later date. Tierney repays any debts he can’t avoid as quickly as possible, but he tends to avoid accruing debts as much as possible. Most Valuable Possession: Some people might say it would be his bikes, and from a purely financial stand point it most definitely is, but according to Tierney it’s the Blackburn Syndicate, hands down.

Skills & Abilities

Physical Strength: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Tierney works out twice a day, every day, no exceptions. He needs to be in top physical condition for every job and now it’s just become a part of his daily habits. He’s supremely strong in his own right but mix his powers in with it and a supremely dedicated force of will he could probably lift a car above his head.

Speed: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Tierney isn’t the fastest hitman on the market but he’s perfectly capable of darting in and out of a situation with speed. It’s part of the job to act quickly and what he lacks in sheer speed he knows he more than makes up for elsewhere.

Intelligence: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Tierney never went to school. What schooling he did get the few years he had between testing and aging out was sporadic at best. He’s not ashamed of his faults but he doesn’t go around talking about them much either. Besides, being able to recite the presidents holds no bearing on his life choices so...what’s it matter? Tierney knows how to do his job exceptionally well. What Tierney doesn’t know ranges from complex math to the English Oxford Comma.

Accuracy: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Tierney’s powers require a certain degree of needed accuracy coupled with the fact he’s exceptionally talented with a range of deadly weapons. He prides himself in hitting exactly what he’s aiming at every time. Sure, he misses, but that usually because his target makes an unexpected move before he can account for it.

Agility: Above Average | Average | Below Average

He’s getting older, he won’t lie about that, and that’s starting to show. Tierney is less likely to look like a stunt double these days. No somersaults or daring roof top leaps happen these days. Besides, it’s more dramatic to sweep in like an avenging angel and sweep out just as quickly. Agility is good for running away. But you only run away when you get caught. And Tierney never gets caught.

Stamina: Above Average | Average | Below Average

Tierney’s powers are tied directly to his stamina. It’s taken him years and years of practice to build up the stamina he has now. He can use his powers for hours before he starts to feel winded and hours more before he gets tired. (Unless he goes for the super taxing activities like lifting buildings or psionic explosions.) It’s perhaps his greatest strength, his ability to keep going when others weaker than him might stop.

Teamwork: Ciara Sawyer is his go-to partner. Hell, most would call her his only partner. He doesn’t like working with other people and tries very hard not to do it. He will when he must but he’ll be begrudging about it the whole time. Talents/Hobbies: Motorcycles, Lockpicking, Murder Shortcomings: His sense of justice, the inability to kill someone who isn’t involved with what he’s doing. It’s a bonus he can erase minds when he wants to. Anyone who knows Tierney from work and outside of work knows he has a severe weak spot for his gang. Touch a hair on their heads and he tends to lose focus. Languages Spoken: English Drive?: Yes. A MV Agusta Brutale. Jump-Start a Car?: Yes Change a Flat Tire?: All the time. Ride a Bicycle?: No way. In hell. Swim?: Not because he likes to. Play an Instrument?: Nope Play Chess?: Yes Braid Hair?: No Tie a Tie?: Yes. Of course! Pick a Lock?: Oh hell yeah. With his mind. Cook?: Yes, but not well.

Physical Appearance & Characteristics

Faceclaim: Joel Kinnaman Eye Color: Brownish/Greenish Hair Color: Ashy Blonde Hair Type/Style/Length: Average/Well Kept/Short Glasses/Contacts?: None Dominant Hand: Right Height: 6′ 2″ Weight: 187lbs Build: Athletic Exercise Habits: Two session, morning and evening. Every day, two hours. With intermittent practice in between with others. Skin tone: Fair Tattoos: Left shoulder reaching to just below his elbow, spiders out to cover some of his chest and back. Got it to cover up an old gunshot scar. A faded string of numbers on his right arm (080879-58-05). Piercings: None Marks/Scars: Tierney is covered in scars. From battle wounds to childhood scrapes, to remnants of his life as a test mutant. Most can be found on his chest and back but part of why he wears pants and sleeves is to hide the others. Don’t want his identifying marks to get out and doesn’t like explaining to others what happened to him in order to get that many scars. Clothing Style: Dark colors, long pants, long sleeves, deep pockets. Usually a coat when the weather allows. The more places to hide the things he needs to work the better. But he cleans up well, he has plenty of suits in his closet too. Usually second hand stuff, the only time he buys something fancy is when he’s on a job. Jewelry: A set of dog tags labeling him a level five mutant. Nothing more. Allergies: None Diet: Average. More fast food than probably healthy. Physical Ailments: Stiff knees. Jumped off a few too many building in his younger years. Spent too many hours kneeling behind walls after that. They don’t bother him much but anyone with eyes can see they’re stiff. His left shoulder is also stiff, he favors it. Perhaps on of his worst gun shot injuries to date. It haunts him. And aches when the weather changes.

Psychology

MBTI Type: ISTJ-A (The Logistician)

ISTJs are often called inspectors. They have a keen sense of right and wrong, especially in their area of interest and/or responsibility. They are noted for devotion to duty. Punctuality is a watchword of the ISTJ. As do other Introverted Thinkers, ISTJs often give the initial impression of being aloof and perhaps somewhat cold. Effusive expression of emotional warmth is not something that ISTJs do without considerable energy loss. ISTJs are most at home with "just the facts, Ma'am." They seem to perform at highest efficiency when employing a step-by-step approach.

Enneagram Type: Type 6 (The Skeptic)

The committed, security-oriented type. Sixes are reliable, hard-working, responsible, and trustworthy. Excellent "troubleshooters," they foresee problems and foster cooperation, but can also become defensive, evasive, and anxious—running on stress while complaining about it. They can be cautious and indecisive, but also reactive, defiant and rebellious. They typically have problems with self-doubt and suspicion. At their Best: internally stable and self-reliant, courageously championing themselves and others.

Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral

A lawful neutral character acts as law, tradition, or a personal code directs her. Order and organization are paramount to her. She may believe in personal order and live by a code or standard, or she may believe in order for all and favor a strong, organized government.

Temperament: Choleric

Cholerics are extroverted, quick-thinking, active, practical, strong-willed, and easily annoyed. They are self-confident, self-sufficient, and very independent minded. They are brief, direct, to the point, and firm when communicating with others.

Element: Earth & Fire Emotional Stability: Stable Introvert or Extrovert?: Introvert Obsession(s): Motorcycles. Tierney doesn’t know a lot outside of how to kill someone and get away with it. But he knows practically everything there is to know about motorcycles. How they work, how the break, how to fix them. Everything. Some would call him obsessed but Tierney calls it laser focused. Compulsion(s): Protecting his family. It’s what’s on his mind in every situation. All of his actions are dictated by this fact. Even for decisions that aren’t going to impact the Syndicate are measured against this need. It’s never occurred to him that it might, in fact, be a problem. It’s just natural. Phobia(s): Mutant testing facilities. It’s irrational, especially now, to be afraid of getting taken back to the white walled hellscape he grew up in. But he is. He scrubs his name clean where ever he goes and actively avoids anyone in a lab coat who starts asking questions. He even takes down fliers asking for mutants to ‘willingly’ submit to testing. He doesn’t talk about those years for damn good reasons. Addiction(s): None Drug Use: None Alcohol Use: Often Prone to Violence?: Always Prone to Crying?: No Believe in Love at First Sight?: No

Mannerisms

Accent: Depends. A bit of a hodgepodge of Boston and Midwestern. Tends to adapt to the common accent after a while when staying in a place for a prolonged period of time. Speech Quirks: None Hobbies: Motorcycle Repair, Motorcycle Rebuilding Habits: Spinning things in the air when he’s concentrating. Leg bouncing. Ordering more food than he can eat so he has left overs in the fridge. Nervous Ticks: Rubbing his nose and spinning objects in the air at high rates of speed. Drives/Motivations: Protecting his family. Fears: Losing his family, someone dying on him, being taken back in for testing. Sense of Humour?: Dry. Like the desert. Do They Curse Often?: Like. All the time.

Favorites

Animal: Bear Beverage: Heineken Beer and/or Black Coffee Book: None. Tierney hates reading. Color: Deep Green Food: Ciara’s Flower: None Gem: Emeralds Mode of Transportation: Motorcycles Scent: Fresh brewed coffee, rain on the horizon, motorcycle oil, pizza grease on your fingers Sport: Football and Hockey Weather: Rain Vacation Destination: None

Attitudes

Greatest Dream: End mutant testing. Tierney sees nothing productive in the act and goes out of his way to end it whenever and wherever he can. Mutants are people. Not lab rats to be poked at or taken away from their families. Greatest Fear: Losing one of his family and being taken back for mutant testing. Most at Ease When: Elbow deep in one of his bikes with of his closest friends lounging on the couch across the way. Least as Ease When: He doesn’t know what’s going on around him. When his plans has fallen through and he’s no longer in control of what’s happening around him. Worst Possible Thing That Could Happen: Alma being murdered. Biggest Achievement: Taking out the president of the company that held him as a test subject when he was a child. Biggest Regret: He has exactly Eleven. Eleven deaths that weren’t supposed to happen but did.

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starter for; @elijxhhxll location; the alehouse

The days had been long and arduous, but William had finally got into the rhythm of things at the Sinclair stables. Yes, a full staff would have been preferred but William was in no position to complain. After his work was completed, the evening air turned cool and there weren't any sights of women primping or men preening on the streets. No, this local alehouse was a welcomed change of scenery and of course, the company was a big improvement. Elijah was one of the first people that William had met upon his arrival and since then, he enjoyed the man’s company. Overspending on his budget, William ordered another round for the two men as some other folk started to sing terribly and off key. “Tell me, fy ffrind, if you are a successful actor, why is it that I am buying the drinks?” William teased as he patted his friend on the shoulder. The cost of the night wasn’t truly a bother, but William could not help but tease this new friend. “Or are you so distracted by that auburn haired girl throwing glances your way?” 

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Graduation exit interviews led to the recruitment of a whole new group of members for the Order of the Phoenix: excited, nervous, committed but both sworn to secrecy and full of questions about what it was they’d just pledged their wand and loyalty to. 

Now, as school life fades into recent memory and the summer becomes solid ground – flats have been moved into, careers have taken on their fledgling stages – it’s time for these new members to have THEIR FIRST, INTRODUCTORY MEETING TO THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. 

Veteran members have been waiting with excitement (or, in some rare cases, resentment) to welcome the newest to their ranks. With the heightened secrecy following graduation, even the friendliest – most determined to recruit – Order members have pulled back in favor of preserving the secret society’s integrity in the lead-up to the first meeting. Gretchen Ollivander has let friendly letters pile up on her windowsill, feigning a busy schedule at work; everyone’s favorite journalist Vince Sinclair has been absent from his favorite pubs. 

They’ve been preparing, readying the ugly comfort of Alastor Moody’s home – their headquarters – for new eyes and new friends in need of a pre-or-post-mission landing pad.

After their exit interviews, recruits were given only one thing, beside a warning to stay quiet and some background on the Order’s missive: the date, time and location of their first meeting. 

And now, the time has finally come.

The First Meeting: For New Members

The new recruits were gathered by Dumbledore himself into the dining room – better known as the briefing room – of Alastor Moody’s house. They haven’t been told whose house it is yet, of course; they haven’t been told anything at all. But they’ve been gathered around a long, wooden table and asked to find their seats. 

Seats that were, one by one, filled around them: by familiar faces, and strangers too; people they recognized as older students from their Hogwarts days, people who’ve conveniently crossed their paths in months prior. 

Then, more familiar faces joined the fray: Dumbledore was joined at the front of the room by renowned Hogwarts professor Minerva McGonagall. And, after a wave of silence that hit even the most seasoned recruit, a real capital-e Entrance was made when Alastor Moody, known, respected and feared Head Auror Alastor Moody, threw open the door at the back of the room and hobbled confidently forward to take his place as commanding officer at the front of the room. 

What they learned...

The names and identities of their fellow members, all gathered under the same roof and watching them with curious, proud eyes.

Some more background on the Order: its founding story, its purpose, its hopes for the future and the broadest, highest-level focuses during the present (since, still pre-training, the new recruits won’t be sent out on patrols or missions officially QUITE JUST yet). 

Logistical information on the Order’s setup, including the existence of several teams within the Order as a whole: 

undercover work, dueling offensive members, research and spell development, recruitment and dossier-development, international/Ministry/Auror cooperation, medicinal and healing work, and combat training of fellow members...just to name a few. 

Every member is a General Order Member before they’re anything else, but it’s clear from the get-go that certain new members were brought on board with certain futures and ‘career’ paths in mind within the Order. 

Information on the upcoming BARNS TRAINING CAMP (more information below)

Post-Meeting Mingling for All Members – Both New & Veteran 

The meeting was followed up with some free-social time – drinks and refreshments served in the meeting room, so that old members could mingle with the new, declassified answers could be given, and tours of the headquarters could be given to those brave enough to ask by those brave enough to explore under Moody’s nose. 

Worldbuilding: The Barns 

The Order of the Phoenix has an annual tradition of taking all its members – both old and new, but with a dedicated focus on training up the new recruits – out for a two week session at the Barns. 

The Barns is the catch-all name for the rambling, isolated farm used for training up both the hard- and soft-skills of the Order members. 

The property is affectionally named for the large, ancient red barn that stands at the center of the property – the site of meetings during the day, members sat upon bales of hay and the straw-lined ground – but, crucially, nights full of hard-drinking, necessary partying and downright hedonistic bonding between all of the Order’s members once the commanding officers and more imposing leaders have gone to bed for the night. 

There are other buildings of note, too – a washed-out and cozy farmhouse, made of creaking floorboards and tartan couches, largely off limits during the training weeks and reserved for housing the commanding officers, including Moody himself, those on brief stretches of cooking-and-dish duty, and a few comfortable, much-coveted bedrooms that veteran members have only claimed for themselves after years of service and lots of stubbornness. 

Where does everyone else sleep? Well – the Main Barn is surrounded by long-out-of-service smaller barns and buildings that were stables in a past life. Now filled with rows of bunk beds, they are the sight where sore bodies lay down after days of training (and nights of partying) to await the daybreak wakeup calls, and surprise emergency drills to keep them on their toes. There is a STRICT no-bed-sharing rule that almost nobody follows, but often pretends to when Moody hobbles through for a sudden inspection. 

As for the days, they are spent out in the pastures. Dueling, defense and drill practice take place on meadows were sheep once grazed, members paired up for practice and others sitting by, perched on ancient wooden log-fences to cheer them on or take bets on the match-ups. Rain or shine, those fields are where Order recruits are molded into true Order members, gaining injuries and grass stains alongside new knowledge and new confidence to take on the evils of the world. 

Upcoming Missions & Commitments 

New Order recruits will not be sent out on official missions yet, but headquarters is now open to their use at any time. 

Veteran Order members will continue their normal duties and missions, with a general eye on keeping the peace and working to uncover who the Death Eaters have recruited to their cause followoing graduation. 

All Order members are expected to attend the upcoming two-week training camp at the Barns in early July...so start coming up with those excuses or faking-off-sick from work now, lovely characters! It’s not to be missed. 

OOC Information: Logistics & Starters 

Starters taking place at this first, introductory meeting (and the social time at headquarters following it) can be posted between now and 11:59pm ET on Monday, August 24th. 

No special tag is required, but please make it clear in the tags or title if an open starter is to be used by Order members only. 

Additionally, Order members are now known to one another, and can discuss their involvement with their friends (old and new!) that they now know for a fact are involved. 

The Barns training weeks will be a more intense event (more accurately, a series of events), with a starter window that will probably last about a month to allow for multiple threads and continued development. More information on that coming soon, but we hope the worldbuilding above provides some early inspiration and a taste of what you can look forward to! 

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Testament of Time

Desire and Decorum/ MC x Ernest with family moments 

Summary:  d on my poll:  Ernest reflects on each of his children. His thoughts as his youngest is about to be a man. Also a bit of romance between Ernest and Clara. 

Authors note: so today I learned that the average regency family had 5 children. Not 6 to 8 like I originally thought (although queen Charlotte had 15!). Really tempted to cut out two of these kids but I trudged on. It also includes what the kids are like and what they look like a little. LONG POST! 

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Horse hooves beat down the path back from the woods to the stables. Two men from atop their trusty steeds were talking to each other. Guns loaded with another man following behind with the fresh kill.

“I taught you well Vincent,” said Ernest as he hopped down from his stallion. “Do you think we have enough?”

“I think we’re going to have plenty to eat,” said Vincent running a hand through his brown hair with a smile, his dark eyes lighting up. Then he passed his horse to the stable boy. Together the two men made their way back into Ledford with plenty of time to spare. The breeching ceremony wasn’t for another couple of hours. Their friends wouldn’t be there until an hour before.

That’s right they were going to breech their youngest son and child this afternoon. The seven-year-old William Sinclaire was now ready to be groomed into a man. This time Ernest was not going to be the one to train him. He was going to trust his two eldest sons, Vincent and Ernie, to do it. It would be practice for Vincent at least since he had a son of his own.

“I’m going to go and find Amelia,” said Vincent after they had replaced their shoes. “And check on Luke.”

Ernest nodded before going to find Clara himself. There had to be some final preparations to be done. He watched as Vincent left to look for his wife and child. It was hard to believe that he and Clara were already grandparents. Vincent, now four and twenty, already had a son named Luke who wasn’t even a year yet.

He could still remember the day Clara told him that she was expecting a child. When she was pregnant for the first time Ernest was wary. Roselyn had died in childbirth and the number of infants and young children that died was high. He knew this and feared for his wife. Clara was young and healthy ready to bear children. It was imperative that Ledford and consequently Edgewater have an heir. He held his breath bracing for the impact of what was to come. Only when he could feel the tiny kicks could get breathe again. Ernest could relax once they passed the age of five.

Vincent Sinclaire was his pride and joy. Just the thought of his eldest son made him smile because, well, because he was his son. He was the heir to the Edgewater Estate and Ledford Park.  He was trained by him, tutored by a master, apprenticed under Bartholomew Chambers, and graduated from Cambridge University. He was everything he wanted from his son and more. He was educated, handsome, charming, yet polite, and an all-around good person. Ernest could even overlook his flaws for as minor as they could be such as his stubborn nature.

“Ernest,” said Clara as she smiled at him, “I was looking for you. The cooks need what you caught and…”

“Already given to them love,” he said kissing her head. “Are you nervous?”

“Just a little,” said Clara as he bit her bottom lip. “He’s my baby, my last baby, but I know I have to. I’ve come to terms with this after Ernie. It’s hard to believe that William is seven already.”

Clara wrapped her arms around his shoulders pulling him into a hug. Ernest did the same as he took in her scent. After what happened during the last birth. Well, they shouldn’t be trying for more children any time soon.

“Think about it this way,” said Ernest as his hand cupped her cheek, “We have a grandson that’s still very little.”

His lips captured hers as they savored their alone time for the time being. Her hands lost in his hair and his pulled them even closer. Gooseflesh climbed up his skin before they broke apart, they couldn’t get too carried away. Their foreheads pressed against each other’s.

“To think I wasn’t sure about Amelia with Vincent, I’m glad they’re really happy. Now we’re grandparents.”

Ernest chuckled as he could remember Clara not being too thrilled that he wanted to marry after his first season. They had convinced him to at least wait until she was twenty like Clara. He wanted to make sure Miss Amelia Singer wasn’t a social climber before matching her with their son. Once Ernest was sure that she wasn’t another Roselyn, he accepted his daughter in law with open arms.

“I should probably go and find them,” she said softly.

“Just a few more minutes,” said Ernest as Clara grinned before pressing her lips against his once again. Finally, they had to part before they were missed. “Where’s Ernie?”

“In the library with Laurence,” she said before going to find their daughter in law.

Ernest only shook his head a smile on his face. Ernie was his name sake and probably a lot smarter then him with how much he read. There wasn’t a day he wouldn’t be in the library for at least an hour. Laurence on the other hand could be in there much longer, he was studying to be a clergyman upon his graduation. He made his way to the library to look for his sons.

Finally, he located his mop of brown hair that belonged to Ernie between a pile of books. Laurence’s blond completely hidden next to him.

“If I were you I’d pick one,” said Ernest as he studied the titles. They were mostly fiction on his side. Nonfiction on Laurence’s end. “You should be getting ready for the ceremony soon and don’t want to rush.”

“I promise,” said Ernie as he put aside another book presumably on a no pile. “Besides I need to be prepared for when I see…” He paused a deep blush on his cheeks.

“Leila?” asked Ernest as Laurence snigged before quieting at his father’s stern look. “You know your mother and I were hoping that one of our boys would marry Miss Chambers. Perhaps you’ve thought of it?”

Despite the two of them growing up (relatively) close with each other, the two shared looks often not just the friendly kind either. Ernie mumbled something under his breath but sounded somewhat relieved.

“Maybe just a little,” he said straightening up. “I think we both should have one season before deciding.”

“That’s fair,” said Ernest trying not to sound very happy.

Honestly, they were all hoping for this day since Leila was born. He liked that his son was cautious and not making rash decisions. Ernie’s usual sunny and easy-going smile returned to his face as he found a book. He was simply a good kid, one that he was just as proud to have raised with a good head on his shoulders. “Now Laurence, please do not tease your older brother about his love life.”

“I will not,” said Laurence. “Besides, I’m dedicating my life to the church. I don’t even think I’ll marry.”

“Give it time,” encouraged Ernest. “After all you’re only eighteen, I never thought I’d remarry but I did and have eight wonderful children.”

He rubbed his son’s shoulder as if it would be soothing as Laurence nodded seriously. Besides Laurence was not shy, if he wasn’t the third son women would be lining up to court him. He was confident, friendly, and handsome. He chose the church because he simply liked talking to people and helping. Ernest had no doubt that his son would find a wife.

Next he had to find Georgiana, Mabel, Andrew, Thomas, and William. It would be easy to find Thomas and Andrew though. They would be together in the billiard room playing a game or two. Ernest had taught them to play when they were old enough.

“I made that shot,” said a hot voice from behind the door. “Stripes went in, that was not a solid ball.”

He opened the door with a soft click before going in. “Boys don’t fight,” said Ernest as the two shot up and nodded at their father. “I just wanted to let you know it’s almost time to get ready.”

“Of course, father,” said Thomas with a charming smile. Ernest gave him a hard look as he gulped and nodded for certain.

“We’ll be ready,” said Andrew happily.

“Thank you,” he said as he surveyed the table. From what he heard it looked like Andrew was winning. “I’d just finish your game and head upstairs, you don’t want to keep your mother waiting.”

His two sons were something alright, he thought with a small smile. Thomas would often charm the staff into giving him a spare sweet or two sometimes. He would the one to ask Clara for extra hugs most of the time. Although he could play a great game of chess for a boy of ten. He was sweet, and Ernest couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him.

Andrew on the other hand was a bit impulsive but thankfully smart enough not to run off. He was smart and laid back with a dramatic streak to him. Andrew would be the first to notice if something was wrong in the house and say something about it. He also managed to pick up a lot of gossip from the women when they were around (which he didn’t use thankfully!).

“Father mother is looking for you,” said Mabel as she found him.

“Well why don’t you take me right to her?” said Ernest wondering if something happened. Or if they will get their alone time that they needed. He hoped for the former.

Mabel nodded leading him to the staircase. “Is Edmund coming to this party?” she asked anxiously. “Will he bring Katharine?”

“I’m sure he will,” said Ernest thinking of Edmund’s daughter. It was a bit sad that he had sent off his son, Harry, to boarding school and then university. There was a good reason for that though. “I bet you two have a lot to talk about.”

“Yes we do,” she said proudly. “We’re watching Amelia talk to Georgiana about her coming out.”

It was quiet as Ernest tried to control his thoughts. Of course they would be talking about that.

“Listen, Mabel, I do not want you to worry at all about growing up,” he said as they stopped in the hall. “You’re my baby girl and your going to be that way to me forever. Do not worry about that, you will be twenty sooner then I like.”

Mabel looked down at her feet before clearing her throat. “I will treasure every moment I have with you and everyone as much as I can. I don’t want to leave any time soon,” she said as her eyes looked a little glassy.  

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said brushing hair away from her face. Mabel was very sweet and curious as she looked up at him. She was beautiful, she was the only child to have blond hair (from his mother and Clara’s) and green eyes (from Clara). His girls were everything to him. “I only have two daughters and it will be difficult for me to give you away.”

“I think I get it,” she said hugging him. “I don’t want to leave you and mother either.”

Ernest nodded before they entered the boudoir. Georgiana sat in the room talking with Clara about something or another as they entered. He stopped and smiled at his daughter as Georgiana curtsied at him. Just like his wife and Mabel she was also a very beautiful girl. She had inherited her mother’s dark brown hair and his blue eyes, a striking contrast against her pale skin.

“We’re just finishing up,” said Georgiana. She smiled at her mother as Clara gave her a stern look. Sheepish she straightened up and headed toward the door. “Father, I was wondering if next week we could pick out some fabric for a new gown?”

There it was, just a subtle hint at her coming out to society next season. The first time he would have a daughter to present. Ernest Sinclaire would describe his eldest daughter as witty, energetic, and kind if a bit straightforward. He wasn’t ready to present her to society and society would not be ready for her. He would sooner enroll his daughter in a convent before parliaments sons could touch her.

“We will talk about this later,” he said. “Just give me time to prepare for it okay?”

“Okay,” she said before Ernest kissed her head. She turned and smiled at her parents before leaving to do something.

It was quiet as he made sure she was gone. Clara had already pushed aside what she was working on. Her desk suspiciously cleaned off as she made sure her window was shut before lighting a lone candle.  

“I may have called you in here for a more personal reason,” she said her voice low as Ernest’s pupils dilated and smile on his face.

She was waiting for him it seemed as she slid to sit on top of her desk. Forgetting about the party, he needed her. Ernest stepped over to her as their arms were already around each other.

Their lips met before kissing down her throat as a growl escaped from his lips. He was so happy her party dresses were low cut. Her hands were undoing his cravat slowly. Ernest dipped his wife until her back was against the top of the hardwood. She tossed aside his cravat his hands already working on the top of her dress.

“I’ve been waiting to do that since our last kiss,” said Clara straightening up.

“I only wish we could go farther,” whispered Ernest as she smiled at him. “Tonight?” She nodded happily before they opened the door.

There was a banging at the door before Clara fixed up the room and her dress and Ernest put his cravat back on. Outside the door stood William looking very excited. Curiously he looked up at his parents before shrugging. “People are here.”

“I can see that,” said Ernest, “Let’s go down okay?” With that Clara and Ernest took of his hands. He could only wonder what kind of man William will be.

[littleredroseonthevalley]

Our Lady of the Incarnation

Or, Positive Sum

Summary: Summoned to Ledford Park under false pretenses, Edmund Marlcaster is offered a trade he might be unable to deny.

Rating: K - Content suitable for most ages. Intended for general audience 5 years and older. Free of any coarse language, violence, and adult themes.

Words: 2160

Notes: Hello, people of the XXI century. How do you do? A few clarifications, I do not know whether intraracial marriages were in fact abolished in Paraguay under de Francia’s dictatorship (c. 1810 - c. 1836), but I do know that it is a popular folk tale, and I also know that Paraguayans are amongst the most miscigenated populations in South America.

Regardless, I hope you enjoy it!

“And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.”

~ 1 Corinthians 13:2

Edmund Marlcaster rode silently through the dark of the night, the only light being the one from the full moon above him and the only noise was the sound of roofs hitting against the pebbles on the road.

He took a leisure pace, his carriage had suffered an accident on his way to Grovershire a few days ago, and his ribs still felt sore. In fact, if the destination was not so close and the tone of the request was not so urgent, he might had declined.

“Mr Marlcaster,” Theresa had said, on occasion of his father’s wake. “I understand you might not be at your best condition, given all that happened to you those last few days, but my father is becoming impatient about our wedding.”

“Miss Sutton, do you not realize I am burying my father or you simply does not care?!” He asked, on an uncharacteristic harsh tone. She usually tires him, but his response is always cool disinterest.

She, in turn, sighs. “I know, Mr Marlcaster, and I understand. However, it took all of my persuasion to keep him from coming here himself to hand you a demand. If you could only… talk to him, explain that during your closed mourning, it would not be proper for your family to hold a marriage celebration…”

He had to concede that the woman had a point. It was so rare he had to take note of it.

“I cannot travel long distance.” He responded. “I am still unwell from my accident.”

“I understand. That is why I had required of Mr Sinclaire the use of Ledford Park for an evening next week. I am sure I can convince my father to come, and it is not so far as in to be extenuating for you.” She said, and turning into pleading eyes, she continues, “Please, Mr Marlcaster. It is of utmost importance.”

How could he decline such a simple request from his fiancée? To meet her at Ledford Park for an evening. The young man may not care much for Miss Sutton, but he had to admit she was a dotting, loving woman; he owed her at least some deference.

So, he complied. He had the groom saddle him a stable ride and departed through the three-mile road that separated Edgewater from Ledford Park.

Upon arrival, he notes there were three footmen waiting for him at the entrance, what was most unusual. Edmund may not have had many an opportunity to interact with Mr Sinclaire, but he never appeared to be one for such gestures of grandeur.

It must be Miss Sutton’s idea, he dismissed quietly.

As two footmen care for his horse, the third asks to be followed, as his master awaits for him at the study.

When he reaches the room, and the footman disappears, is that he notices it was all a carefully engineered set-up. There were three people inside that room, and neither one of them was Mr Sinclaire or Mr Sutton.

“Good evening, Edmund.” His stepsister greets, smiling wickedly from the chair behind the bureau. “Nice of you to join us.”

“Miss Sutton, what is the meaning of this?!” He barks at his fiancée. “Where is your father?”

The young woman glared in response. “Mind your tongue, Mr Marlcaster! Believe me, I wanted to do much worse. You ought to thank your sister for that deceiving you is the least I am due.”

“Edmund, please.” Miss Daly tries to reason with him, from the right-arm side of her mistress. “Just listen to what Susan has to say. I promise you, it is not something bad.”

What was particularly striking about Briar is that she was not wearing her uniform, but she also did not seemed to be wearing anything a servant might on their holy days. No, instead she wore a royal blue dress, highly embroidered and decorated.

It was so fancy that, if not for the perfect measurements on her figure, she would have swore it was a loan or a donation from Lady Susan.

“It seems it is you I have to blame for this whole spectacle.” He glares, furious, at the natural daughter of his stepfather. “Very well, then. What is that so important that you have to tell me, Miss Beauchamp?”

She smiles like a lioness closing on her prey. “Edmund, please. We are supposed to be family. You can call me Susan.”

“Miss Beauchamp, please.” He growled.

“Very well, as you wish.” She smirked, stood up and walked around the Bureau, in a pensive fashion. “Tell me, Edmund, do you know where the Parana River is located?”

He huffed. “No, and I do not see how that relates to anything.”

“I am getting there, I am getting there.” She smirked and then pointed a map hung on the side of the study. “It is in southern America, between the old colonies of Portugal and Spain, up the estuary of Rio de la Plata.”

Susan walks around the bureau once more and sits back on the chair. “Say, Edmund, would you not mind to take a seat? This would be much easier on both of us.”

As if on cue, and perhaps exactly like that, Miss Daly sat on one of the chairs in front of Susan, while Miss Sutton retained her sneering post on the left corner of the study.

Feeling the tiredness of his ribcage, he begrudgingly complied with a chair next to Briar.

“As I was saying, some nine hundred miles from the mouth of Rio de la Plata, up the Parana River, lays a small village named Encarnación, at the Intendancy of Paraguay. Lovely place, I am told.” She smirked once again, probably out of her own inner joke. “A few years back, I have you hear, their ruler decided to outlaw marriages between any two locally-born Whites. Their men often marry Indians. Isn’t this so very curious?”

“Very.” He grunts. “Again, what does any of this have to do with any of us being here?”

“You see, Edmund, my mother and I were not completely destitute, she could amass some savings out of a lifetime of work. That, coupled with a generous loan from Mr Sinclaire, was just enough to buy a sizeable chunk of land, just outside Encarnación.”

“I see. Are you sailing to the New World, then?” He questions, a tone of hope on his voice.

“Not really.” She responds. “You see, I never hated you. If anything, I pitied you. A mother who did not care for you, a stepfather who would take more to a daughter he never seen before than the son he raised from age five. The only person who loved you, and whom you loved in return, was dead and buried.

“Furthermore, you have no tact for business or administration. You were positively lost with the legers at Edgewater under the watchful eye of the Earl, now that you are alone, you would absolutely wreck the books. And if you did think I would not notice your infatuation with my maid, you are more naïve than I thought.”

Briar chooses that moment to interlock her fingers on his and to smile kindly at him.

“Given our situation regarding the Earl’s last will, and your mother’s delusions, I am here to offer you a way out, so to speak.” She opens a drawer and fetches a few papers. “There is a ship that sails from Liverpool in a fortnight, headed towards Buenos Aires. From there, it is a three-day journey upstream to Encarnación.”

“Susan wants you to leave.” Theresa blurts out, and, under the intense glare of the aforementioned woman, retracts with a, “Pardon me.”

“While I would not put it in quite those terms, yes.” A pause for effect. “I do believe it is mutually beneficial for you to immigrate to Paraguay.”

He looks at the woman dispassionately and then chuckles loudly. “Are you insane, woman?”

“Edmund, please.” Briar holds his hand tightly. “Think carefully. More than once you complained to me your unwillingness to inherit Edgewater. Lady Susan is offering you a way to back off from it, and still have a comfortable lifestyle.”

“Yes, but in Paraguay.” He stresses the word, as if it is poisonous. “How can I trust that this is not a plot to take me away from the country long enough to usurp Edgewater from under me?”

For the disdain for the land, Briar takes her hand away, as if terribly hurt. Edmund notices it, but does not understand why.

“Well, Edmund, I chose Paraguay because it was the most suitable place for you and Miss Daly to live together as a lawfully-wedded couple. There would be no man to bat an eye to it there, of this, I am certain. In here, though…” She trails off.

“The British are harsh with those of different skin colours, and even more so of those who collude with them. If you doubt me, I can have Mr Harper to come here and attest to it. However, if you so desire, I am sure we can find something here in England to your tastes.”

Such a statement made the grinds on his mind to swirl. Edmund did not think about the complications arising from Briar’s skin tone. He was still stuck on those related to her position as a maid and his status as an engaged man.

Furthermore, while he did feel a great deal more strongly about Briar than he did for Miss Sutton, or any other woman, for that matter, he was still unsure about whether he wishes to actually marry her.

“As for whether you can trust me, I am willing to make a concession. The current owner of the estate I am proposing is a business associate of mine, a Frenchman who lived in Paraguay for many years.” She continues, off-handedly. “He has agreed to guide you through your journey from Buenos Aires, to show you the estate. You need only to sign your claim to Edgewater to me if it is all to your liking.”

“What about my mother?” He asks. Wretched or not, he still had a duty towards the woman.

Susan shrugs. “I do not care what you do with her. Leave her here, send for her after you settle, take her with you in the ship. Just be certain she will have no home with me.”

It was to be expected, he considered, seeing how strained is the relationship between his mother, his step-grandmother and his stepsister.

Despite Susan’s assurances, however, he was still very insecure about it all.

“That being said, the ship goes off in fourteen days. While my offer leaves with it, I am sure you can afford a few days to think about it, dear brother of mine.” Susan says, detecting the doubt on his features. “The farmstead is not attached to a marriage to Miss Daly, as well, though I believe it to be in good taste, considering your night-time activities.”

“Very well.” Edmund breathes out. “I will consider your offer.”

The brunette nods. “It is all correct. Miss Daly will be awaiting for you with your tickets and the name of my associate at Ranelagh Place in Liverpool. You needn’t to speak to me about it any further, but I am willing to respond to any further doubts you have. Miss Daly shall relate to me whether you made the deadline or not.

“There is one thing I ask of you, and it is of utmost importance. Do not speak to your mother about my offer. I am trusting you, but I do not trust Henrietta.” Susan glares at the mention of the name. “If I know you consulted with her, I will be interpreting it as a refusal of my generosity.”

“Sure, seems reasonable.” He agreed.

“The major domo shall show you out.” The woman points to the door and he left with no further words.

Later that night, when Briar and Theresa had already left for Liverpool, Susan sat alone at the study with the master of the house.

“Do you think Mr Marlcaster will take it?” Ernest comments, thoughtful. “The deal, I mean.”

Susan hums her affirmative. “I suppose he will. He desires a fight for Edgewater just about as much as I do. He knows he has no talent for administering an estate of such nature, and he has been blessed with the lack of desire for it as well. The Paraguayan farm I offer him is much more manageable.”

The esquire smiles. “In any case, it was generous of you to offer.”

“Eh.” She shrugs. “I know how much value Edgewater holds, monetary and emotionally-wise. If a few hundred pounds and the loss of a handmaid is enough to keep it, then I say it was mighty cheap.”

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