#oc: Lewis Handler

[cowboypigsy]

Lewis Handler / The Director

Formally a secret agent, now an agent supervisor who has a bit of an antique collecting habit. While searching a junkyard for any valuables, Director had found his now companion’s, Phoenix Polyblank, radio in the junk heap. As an elite himself, he tends to send Phoenix and Niles Tonopah out on missions to collect evidence for other elites or to keep consistent tabs on individuals.

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(Side note: this character in particular also serves as a fan rendition for Jazzpunk and IEYTD The Handler. But they are STILL an oc)

[lizisshortforlizard]

Living Dangerously - Chapter 35

Jurassic Park’s animal handlers: none of them ever mentioned by name in Michael Crichton’s original novel. Who were they? What were their lives like on Isla Nublar? Did any of them survive the disaster?

A year in the life of those responsible for the care of the dinosaurs. Many people would kill to have their jobs.

But would they die for it?

Jurassic Park novel/Jurassic Park film (1993)

Viewpoint: 3rd person female oc

Warnings: only mild swears this time (boooo)

Tagging: @heresthefanfiction @ocappreciation @wordspin-shares @howlingmadlady @arrthurpendragon @themaradwrites @starryeyes2000 @kmc1989 (please lmk if you would like informed of my sporadic updates)

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Should I Stay or Should I Go - The Clash

As the skipper steered away from the dock and out into the fog bank that filled the ocean passage between InGen sites, Lori Ruso only managed to keep sight of Muldoon and Armstrong for a few seconds before they disappeared completely.

In less than a minute, there was no sign that Isla Nublar even existed.

A productive site visit indeed.

She hadn’t made the journey with high hopes, but the sombre man and his that’s-not-my-girlfriend-she’s-just-a-colleague had turned out to be decent people. Lori had no interest in screwing them over, and nothing she had told them was a lie, per se…

But Muldoon’s proposal of a meeting couldn’t have come at a better time. The residents of Nublar had no idea that the “site visit” was the perfect cover for something else altogether.

Unbeknownst to John Hammond’s company, Ruso had received a rather intriguing phone call several weeks prior. It was from a man who seemed particularly interested in her position as a disgruntled current employee, and was offering her a lot of money for-

“That’s all? Just information?” Lori had shivered as she remembered how tight of a leash Ingen currently had her on. “You really aren’t asking me to do anything more…invasive?”

“No-” Lewis Dodgson had replied. “-I got another guy for that.”

***

”You’re panicking about Kathy leaving, aren’t you?” Lizzy felt compelled to say so.

”Panicking?” Muldoon turned to make his way back down the dock. “Hardly.”

“The raptors are coming-” Lizzy thought of the Scotswoman, the Kenyan and the Texan holding down Fort Nublar by themselves. It sounded and felt like a terrible joke. “-and you think three of us alone can handle more than one of them? What if they all turn out like…her?”

“I think one of us alone could handle three of them.” He called back to her as she struggled to catch up without slipping. “Though I’d rather it doesn’t come to that.”

“You may have to-“ Lizzy gasped, mock-dramatically. “-recruit!”

“Hope not. I’ve been lucky, the Team I ended up getting.” Muldoon admitted. “Never expected to get along with, let alone actively like any of you.”

He about-turned so abruptly that Lizzy misjudged her steps and had no choice but to collide head on to keep from swerving off the edge of the algae-covered boardwalk. He caught her around the waist as Lizzy huffed in surprise.

Muldoon didn’t even sway at the impact, so familiar with the shape of her. “Especially you…”

Lizzy wondered if he was also still thinking about Lori’s suggestive comment. Or if he was planning on doing anything about it.

”Even Tom?” She asked dazedly, spouting the first unfortunate words that entered her head. She could picture Arnold eye-rolling and dry-heaving if he were to snoop on them now, images blown up fullscreen on his monitors for the entire workforce to see. “Not just a pretty diversion if things go sideways?”

Muldoon looked down at her sternly.

“Don’t say things like that.” Then, somewhat reluctantly: “Yes, even him.”

”Would it kill you to mention it once in a while?” She asked quietly.

He only stared at her, and Lizzy persevered.

“He has a problem with male authority.” She didn’t have the guts to utter the words father figure.

“So; I’d like to point out, do you.”

”You know what I mean.”

She could see it, crystal clear. Muldoon couldn’t, not yet.

Tom’s past life, why he was that way, made Lizzy desperately sad. She’d already found her own mentor, someone to stick the broken pieces back together stronger than before. Tom’s mentor, standing in front of her now, remained unwilling. “He trusts you. Can’t you see he so badly wants your approval?”

“Suppose.” He was turning sullen, approaching blood-from-a-stone territory, and Lizzy backpedaled in a hurry.

“I’m not asking you to call him son, play catch in the yard and take him on fishing trips!”

“I should bloody well hope not!” He looked horrified. “It’s still asking a Hell of a lot, Armstrong.”

“Even if it’s me that‘s asking you?” She looked up from under her eyelashes, in a way she knew he found disarming.

Rico’s accident had put her on edge, worrying about things left unsaid in case the worst should happen.

”Hmm…think about it.” He finally said begrudgingly. “Don’t get your hopes up-“

The radio crackling surprised them both.

“-uldoon?” Muffled, no doubt by the perpetual cigarette. “-rmstrong? Come in, for the love of Christ-“

Arnold.

“We’re here.” Muldoon didn’t hesitate to answer, reflexively dropping his hold on Lizzy in case of prying eyes.

“-ig trouble.” The engineer was hurrying, not waiting to start talking until after he’d pressed the call button. “-uge. They’re maaaaad.”

“Why? What’s happening?”

“-need to get back to base…-better hope to God you find Regis before they do.”

“Why?” Muldoon and Lizzy looked sideways at each other. “Who’s they?”

***

”Mr Hammond, I have a, er-“ Regis fumbled nervously with the telephone handset. “-an angry mob situation.”

“Oh, really?” His employer sounded only mildly concerned.

”They know about the deal with that Rico kid.” Ed hissed quietly, trying to remember if he’d locked the office door in his panic. “Operation Backhoe.”

“I am in my car-“ Hammond replied tersely. “-en route to collect my daughter from the airport. This is not a good time, Regis.”

“But-“

“You are public relations. This is your job.”

“These are not the public! These are a bunch of very pissed-off animal hand-…hello? Sir?”

Regis was on his own.

They were drawing closer, he could hear lots of cursing in various different languages, and overriding them, loudest of all, a women’s Scottish brogue.

Oh Christ, no.

Hanmering fists on his door.

“Open up, Ed. We just wanna talk.” Baker’s level voice held a lot more venom than usual.

“Go away!” He yelled back, somewhat childishly.

”Why’d you cover it up, pal?” Armstrong demanded.

Kennedy followed suit. ”Yeah, why’d you lie, brother?”

Regis had a hunch that pal and brother weren’t to be taken as friendly terms. At least his life insurance policy was pretty damn watertight, from the looks of things they’d be paying out soon. Death by misadventure.

His boss had abandoned him, and the only way out was through a crowd of angry colleagues.

You got this, Eddie-boy.

Customer service was his niche. He had faced down plenty of entitled middle-aged women in his career. He could do anything. Time to pacify the brands and pitchforks.

“Okay, folks-“ He spread his hands wide, begging forgiveness as he opened the door. “I can explain.”

***

”Right, let’s make this quick.” Muldoon strode into Regis’ office, with only a cursory nod in Wu’s direction. “Remember, we have a funeral to get to.”

It was in fact a memorial service. The funeral itself had been in Portugal, already missed by several days due to management’s erasure, but the animal handlers decided they wanted to remember Rico in their own way regardless.

Muldoon didn’t agree with funerals. For him, it never make the inevitable goodbye any easier, just prolonged it. And he’d attended far too many in recent years. A stark reminder that he himself was getting on a bit. He had less friends above ground than a decade previous. But his team wanted him there. Lizzy wanted him there. His presence mattered.

That was why this end-of-day “urgent” meeting had wound him up so much. A few more minutes and he was in danger of being late, something he couldn’t stand, not at the best of times. Certainly not now.

“Oh, that’s still going ahead? Uh-“ Regis stammered. “I wasn’t planning on-“

“You’re going.” Muldoon ordered bluntly. “Least you can do. Find a clean shirt and get down to that beach.”

Regis nodded mutely and avoided eye contact.

“This better be good news, Wu.” Muldoon quickly got back to the reason he’d been summoned.

“Seven bouncing baby velociraptors are being delivered to you tomorrow.” Wu announced. Then, somewhat condescendingly: “Congratulations!”

Muldoon could already envision the animal handlers taking the news rather poorly, seeing it as an insult to Esteves’ memory. Stiff upper lip, and carry on. Get back to work.

”Seven?” He frowned. “Were we originally planning on that many?”

”Dr Ruso’s department seems to have had a long overdue stroke of luck.” Wu clarified. “A higher than average number of juveniles survived the last incubation cycle.”

”Out of how many viable embryos?”

Henry Wu cast his eyes to the ground; Muldoon shook his head in exasperation. “You don’t know?”

How many had hatched and suffered before finally succumbing?

“Ruso has the numbers.” Regis waved a hand.

Numbers. Was that all they were reduced to now?

”And another thing, that paddock you’ve had built is far too small for seven juveniles, plus an unexpectedly big one. Is it too late to change the itinerary?” Muldoon criticised, scanning the blueprint on the desk, looking for any labels that indicated a perimeter large enough to house eight (eight?!) adult raptors. “Can’t we move them straight into their permanent enclosure?”

He couldn’t see one. Maybe it was unmarked?

Regis and Wu exchanged a glance.

“That is their, er…permanent residence.”

“You have got to be joking.” Wu looked unhappy, Regis was grinning sheepishly. “That’s a holding pen at best.”

Straight up cruelty at its worst.

InGen hadn’t bothered to consult him. It somehow felt personal, this time. Muldoon wasn’t one to network, ever, but didn’t they know who he was?

He sighed deeply and ordered. “Get me Hammond, now.”

***

Muldoon had seen some remarkable things in his lifetime, but the animal handlers clamouring for Ed Regis’ blood while he wrung his baseball cap in his hands was one of the ugliest.

Baker was telling everyone within earshot he lied, he lied to us over and over.

The handlers began demanding to know what had really happened, Regis had cowered before them, then finally lost his marbles and yelled for quiet.

Why didn’t you tell us?

There followed directly from the mouth of Regis some convoluted; and, Muldoon suspected; untrue in parts, though he couldn’t prove it, tale; about how InGen hadn’t wanted word of the incident getting back to the investors, the paperwork (folks, honest to God, the amount of paperwork, you’ve got no idea) of a foreign worker being injured on a privately-owned island but kicking it- er, passing away on the mainland…

Regis had talked for a long time. Until the anger had subsided and the grief had taken over for his audience. Nobody was level-headed enough to question him further, coming to terms with the notion that whatever he said couldn’t change the cold, hard fact that Rico was dead.

That night had been all sorts of messy, Muldoon recalled. Nobody had really known what to do, himself included. Richardson had vanished, and was no use whatsoever.

Armstrong had been struck practically mute, Baker had a constant stream of tears for hours, soundless crying until raw tracks had been worn into her face. He’d finally convinced her to go to bed for Christ’s sake, pretending to ignore that Kennedy had quietly followed her.

He’d wanted nothing more than to disappear, hide from all of them, even Lizzy, with a bottle of the highest proof he could lay hands on because he couldn’t do this again.

The sports fan would have a tough job getting his respect back, not that he’d had much to begin with.

Especially when he said things like-

”That’s not possible.”

Sensing trouble brewing, Wu had quickly excused himself from the office. Meanwhile, neither Regis nor Muldoon was all that happy about being left alone with the other.

“Why isn’t it possible?” Muldoon ground out.

“Time with the family, I’m afraid. Mr Hammond simply cannot be disturbed this week.” Was the infuriating reply.

Regis was assertive, for once. The lad might be somewhat wary of him, but the trembling of his voice meant that he was clearly more afraid of the park‘s creator.

Although, there was another who was capable of making him sweat bullets…

Muldoon very deliberately reached for his radio and pressed down the call button with a crackle.

“Armstrong?” The ginger head jerked up in alarm, remarkably like a meerkat. “Stop whatever you’re doing and come to Regis’ office.”

”Okay, okay, fine!” Ed looked pained, reaching for the phone. “Please, don’t let her in here.”

His eyes darted to the door, windows, ceiling vent, as if he were afraid of any potential entrance Lizzy might suddenly jack-in-the-box from.

”That’s better. And Regis?” Muldoon waited a few moments until he was certain the US mainland number had been input. “Radio was on the wrong channel. She didn’t hear.”

Ed’s mouth fell open in surprise. But it was too late, the phone was already ringing, and with a click, Hammond’s housekeeper answered.

His mind went blank, his entire vocabulary far out of reach.

“Go on.” Muldoon urged.

Ed considered hanging up before it was too late, then reminded himself that the park warden was actually there in the room with him, and readily had access to a shotgun, and a Lizzy.

So he meekly whispered Mr Hammond please.

“Very good.” Muldoon nodded.

“Hello?” Impatiently. Then irately. ”Hello!”

“H-how are you, John?” Golly, he was sweating in places he didn’t even know he had. “It’s Ed.”

“…who?”

Was he serious?

”Ed R-regis. From Jurassic Park, sir.”

”My grandchildren are here, dear boy.” This time around the moniker didn’t sound quite so sincere. “Twice in one week, Regis? Really? Can’t you handle a bunch of zookeepers?”

”Mr Muldoon wants to speak to you, sir. It’s-“ Ed glanced up. “-quite important.”

The park warden nodded reassuringly again, mouthing very important. He straightened up from leaning on the wall and began to stalk slowly around the back of Regis’s desk. Ed tried to swivel his chair to keep him in view, but quickly ran out of telephone cable.

“I told you how to handle Muldoon.” Hammond was beyond exasperated. “Just keep the bottles stocked and he won’t bother you. Not unlike you’re bothering me now.”

“Uh…” The urge to mutter I’msorrysirwon’thappenagain and slam the phone down before scurrying off to hide was unbearable.

“That’ll be all, Regis.” Came the voice from behind him. “Move.”

***

“That is brilliant.” Lizzy exclaimed.

She found Muldoon’s threat of setting his dog on Regis hilarious.

“He’s scared of me. He’s terrified of you.” He had told the story to cheer her up after the memorial, when the news of seven raptors arriving the very next day was not well received, as he’d expected.

“Move.” She mimicked his stern tone and faintly began to chuckle. The relief and finality that follows the wake began to wash over her. Awkward jokes to break through the gloom.

Lizzy was still hurting, and would be for a long time.

“Drink?” Kathy had brushed her elbow, as she turned to follow the rest of the crowd to higher ground. “Food?”

She’d refused.

“It’s what he would have wanted…” Kathy had murmured softly, trying for humour.

Lizzy just shook her head and her friend gave a sad smile before taking Tom’s outstretched hand and letting him lead her away.

She stayed on the beach long after everyone else had left, sitting cross-legged with her toes buried in the sand, watching the waves roll in and wash back out again until horizon and water were merged, the same exact shade of inky blue.

Goodbye, Rico.

When she’d finally stood up and turned around, Muldoon was just there, still waiting patiently to give her a lift back.

She trudged bare-footed up the beach and slumped into his arms.

“Sorry, love.” He muttered against the top of her head. “I ended up running late.”

Blame Regis.

“At least you made it in the end.” Lizzy said simply, just grateful he’d shown. More effort than some.

Hammond’s absence had not gone unnoticed and would not be forgotten, nor this time forgiven.

On the beach at sunset, Kathy had sang in Portuguese, accompanied by Tom’s guitar, her voice rising like a siren over the soft crashing of the waves. Isaac had stood to give his part of the eulogy, faltered while his shoulders heaved, and Lizzy had gently taken the notes from his hand and read out his words, as well as her own.

She was both sad and grateful to have closure. Mostly, Lizzy just missed him, found it unbearably hard to believe she would never see his face again. Just a kid, someone for whom the awe of dinosaurs had truly never got old, the same childlike wonder on the day of his death as of his arrival to the island.

Gone.

“But I hope your tardiness was worth it.” She shrugged off the last of her remorse, trying to find herself again. “Good news?”

“Not really.” He filled her in.

”Seven?!” She was horrified.

”I, hm-“ He had debated telling her the full story when she was less fraught. No point. “-may have played all my cards in one go.”

”What do you mean?”

“I threatened to leave the park, and go to the press about what’s happening here.” He turned to look at her. “I wasn’t bluffing.”

“You-“ Lizzy shook her head and blinked. “I’m sorry, what?!”

”I think Hammond knew I meant it.”

“Oh.” Lizzy’s expression plummeted. Quickfire shock, worry, then anger. “I didn’t realise that leaving was ever seriously an option for you.”

“I said I felt responsible-“

Lizzy’s stomach dropped from sickening heights.

”Do you, for real?”

Why would he accept any form of blame? Why hadn’t he told her he felt that way?

“Of course not-“ Muldoon replied too quickly. “-we all wish that night had played out differently.”

Lizzy felt his fingers tighten on her hip, and wasn’t sure if she was in the place of a subconscious Scotch glass or the stock of a gun.

“Kinda seems like the sort of thing you should have talked to me about first.”

”Seems like the sort of thing you should trust me to handle.” His hand fell away from her side. “I’ve known Hammond for a very long time. You need to make everything seem like it’s his brilliant idea. He gets the hump if it’s your idea.”

“Uh-huh.”

”I do know what I’m doing.” She was hiding her face, resolutely staring downwards. “Lizzy?”

“Yeah?” She was tired, and it took all the fight she had left to not turn her shoulders and face away from him.

“He compromised. I’m getting weapons that will actually stop a dinosaur in its tracks. About damn time.”

Surely, that would brighten her otherwise terrible, getting-worse-by-the-second day?

“Compromised…” She fixated on the word. “Are telling me you asked for more and didn’t get it?”

Muldoon paused. “The raptors won’t be getting a bigger paddock. Not anytime soon.”

”Well, at least you got what you wanted.” She murmured bitterly. She might need Lori’s help with welfare requirements sooner than expected. “Screw what I want.”

“Listen, I want the best for these animals too.” Enough of the hiding, she would bloody well look at him. “Do you have any idea how concerned I am about integrating twenty-three-oh-eight with the younger ones in such a small space?”

“It’s an ethological nightmare.” Lizzy agreed, her voice flat. “I honestly have no idea how we’ll do it safely. I don’t think we can.”

“Tomorrow’s problem.” He shrugged. “And it will definitely be a problem.”

They both stared out to sea, listening the the water, the seabirds, and the sound of Lizzy’s nostrils flaring as she angrily breathed.

“You could have come with me, you know. Left. Back to Africa.” He said gruffly.

Lizzy blinked. Back? With him? Like…together?

”Oh-…it’s not that simple-“ Her voice was gentler. She reached up and tugged at her own hair in frustration. “I can’t just go. Hammond’s funding the elephant project, back in Namibia.”

Muldoon’s daydream of having Lizzy move in with himself and his daughter was raptured away. He had let himself hope too much.

Her research was in danger of drying up. If dinosaurs existed in captivity who would care about wild elephants when a couple of years down the line they could just make some more?

Extinction was no longer final.

“They really can’t lose that funding.” She explained. “They only get it if I stay here.”

She was thoroughly wrapped up in InGen’s web. A financial decision that had seemed like a godsend at the time but now only made her ties to the company that much harder to sever. Muldoon wondered if her lawyer man had taught her well enough, if she had read her contract in full before she signed the dotted line, or if things were about to get messy indeed.

“Sod it. I bet they’d rather have you than the money.” Tomorrow’s problem. “I know I would.”

“Stop it.” Half-heartedly swatting him away, she was only pretending to be mad, now. “Oh, please. They couldn’t wait to see me out of Africa.”

Peace at last. Muldoon smirked. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

”How many of them have called me, hm?” She demanded. “Or wrote?”

“Well, none. Because you aren’t a soldier gone off to war.”

“Feels like it sometimes.” She reeled off her long list of injuries in her head, not even counting the emotional damage she’d incurred.

And yet, Lizzy wondered, if she was truly free to go, would she really want to leave? She might not be able to return.

No, not yet.

At least, not by myself.

“I can think of at least one person who misses you.” Muldoon added.

”At least one.” She quoted. “Great. That’s…great.”

They stood, watching the stars appear one by one, the odd meteorite whizzing overhead through the clear skies, sauropod lowing and the odd Tyrannosaur rumble echoing over the island.

”But would you go? If you could?” He asked, somewhat awkwardly. “…with me, I mean?”

Lizzy quashed her eyebrow-raise. As if he still doubted her feelings towards him after all this time.

”I would.” A no-brainer really. “Of course I would.”

***

“Weapons, Robert?” The Animal Supervisor sniffed. “Getting rather Lord of the Flies in here, isn’t it?”

The ever-present, ever-demoralising Richardson. Always a joy to be in his presence.

Muldoon recalled a particularly unpleasant conversation with Armstrong’s main antagonist, tacked on at the end of yet another pointless meeting that could have been a memo.

“Isn’t Elizabeth a little above you, education-wise?” Gammon-faced Richardson was belittling as usual. “Remind me, what’s your doctorate in again?”

The portly man really couldn’t resist trying to draw a reaction out of him every chance he got.

“Well, is she beneath me or is she above me, which is it?” Muldoon made the mistake of entertaining his drivel by replying. “Make up your mind.”

“No need to snap, Robert! I’m just saying it's a bad idea to get involved with a woman who has more letters after her name than you.” Richardson preached smugly. “They start having opinions. Thinking for themselves.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Muldoon shrugged. “All I’m hearing is you still can’t control her, and you don’t like it.”

“Neither can you. That one does what she feels like.”

“At least she respects my orders.”

“When it benefits her!” Richardson countered. “She’ll get what she wants and then drop you, mark my words.”

”Then she’s playing a very long game.” He pointed out. “I’m not sure L-…Armstrong has the patience.”

Nor the capacity for such a detailed lie.

“Ask yourself, what does she see in you, apart from the salary and benefits?” The man just wasn’t letting it go. “And more importantly, what do you see in her?”

Sometimes she does seem too good to be true…

Nope, we’re not doing that. Not today.

”None of your business.”

”Go on. There must be a reason, and it can’t possibly be as stereotypically bland as ‘her mind’.” Richardson had noticed his hesitation, and his tone was loaded with disdain. “I genuinely can’t understand why you’re so useless when you’re around her. You let her get away with murder, Robert-“

”I wasn’t paying into my pension-“ He muttered.

”What was that?” Richardson interrupted.

“I wasn’t planning on living long enough to need it.” He said uncomfortably, though he’d gone with something factual. “But my feelings on the matter have recently changed.”

“My God, that’s nauseating. I suppose there’s ways of getting them to be quiet. At least she’s decent-looking, though that won’t last.” Richardson dismissed him.

Muldoon felt his patience running out exponentially. “Watch your-“

“You’d do well to not get caught doing anything…untoward.” He interrupted smugly yet again. “If I catch you I’ll have no choice but to report you to Palo Alto, and Hammond. Something I will take great pleasure in doing.”

“Nothing to catch.” Muldoon grunted.

”Good. Remember; InGen can separate you, quite easily. I hear she’s wanted over on Sorna.”

How was everybody hearing things all the time? Who ran the Nublar gossip column?

Face it, probably Arnold.

“And they’re even stricter about visitors over there.” Richardson prodded further. “Restricted access for conjugal visits.”

“What on Earth are you talking about?” Muldoon shook his head. “Nobody’s moving to Sorna, and I told you, nothing to catch.”

“At least it’s a warm body.” Richardson hesitated, savouring the moment. “That’s probably good enough for you, given your circumstances.”

Muldoon didn’t have the words or the ability to hold his temper any longer.

He chose to leave the room before he did anything rash. Not that he’d regret it, but because Richardson would likely never recover from what he had in mind.

***

Thanks for reading!

I always choose the chapter titles/songs very carefully. I originally picked Fado Português by Amália Rodrigues, a beautiful sad song which is the one I imagined Kathy sang on the beach, but The Clash seemed more meaningful/ominous from Muldoon’s point of view. “If I go there will be trouble, if I stay there will be double”.

Also I was rewatching Stranger Things S1 while I was editing this. Again.

[papakhan]

🍒🍐🥑 for FLEABAG

YAAY Fleagbag time >:)) THANK YOUU these are so much fun link to the meme

🍒 [CHERRY] Who is your OC’s perfect companion?

This one I haven't decided yet.... Fleabag gets on well enough with people like Sun and Violet but I haven't thought someone whos their Match yknow? I think if they ever met Antony the houndmaster of the Legion he'd probably be the closest thing to it and they'd also have the weirdest gay sex ever <3

🍐 [PEAR] What is their current social standing? If they could change it, would they, and to what?

OOH okay so like. I think the social hierarchy of the Great Khans is kind of all over the place. This is because it was recently destroyed and rebuilt by people previously on the bottom end of the hierarchy. A lot of your social standing in the Khans is from merit and how skilled you are and less to do with who you are and where you came from, take Melissa Lewis for example whos a very skilled scout who was born in the NCR.

Anyway all this is to say that despite Fleabag's family being a political "enemy" of Papa's, Fleabag themself has pretty decent standing due to their skill as a dog handler and trainer. Of course it helps that they're one of the people caring for an iconic Khan breed of dog created by The Deathhands, and that they're also kind of against the things their dad was all for. Being friends with Sun helps too, I think the one thing care about in equal amounts to merit is your proximity to Papa Khan and how much he likes you, or how much the people he likes like you, etc.

Would they change their standing? Probably not. They can see from Sun that having a "higher" standing doesn't seem all that fun and having a "lower" standing would just mean they weren't a skilled dog handler anymore.

🥑 [AVACADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

Probably something to do with dog training that I don't fully understand. I think while Darion loved his dogs and carefully refined the dog breed created by his father, he still passed down some toxic training techniques. To put it vaguely I guess Fleabag will never back down on reward being a better motivator than punishment, which they apply to a lot of life. Probably tells people to stop punishing themselves and buy a lil treat. Get a friend like Fleabag <3

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thank you for the tag @lewis-winters!

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Webgott White Collar AU - Featuring Web as a criminal consultant, Speirs as his handler, and Lieb as his very complicated ex/nemesis. Background Speirton.

He was out of plays. Short of slipping his cuffs and probably getting shot in the back as he ran, there was nothing more he could do. What window of time he had, he had wasted on this.

"Got the place surrounded?" He asked instead. 

He sounded flat, even to his own ear. Scuffed patent leather creaked as Special Agent Speirs crouched beside him.

"You know it," he told Web. "If I ask before the cavalry comes, will you give me an honest answer?"

Web finally lifted his head, hoping whatever redness remained in his eyes could be explained away as sleeplessness. He raised his eyebrows at Speirs to continue.

"They're going to give you four more years for this. If they're lenient. Halfway through your sentence, a possible parole hearing coming up… what the hell was all of this in aid of?"

Hands tightening around the neck of the bottle, Web shook his head. His knuckles went white around the dark glass and he sniffed, putting it down on the floor and rolling it away with a hard push. It made it all the way to the other side of the room, where it collided with the wall with a crack of glass. The sound seemed to bury itself deep in Web's brain, like something there had been broken too.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

Pacrim au - Pacific Rim AU, OC-Centric, multiple background pairings and ensemble cast.

“They’re closing the training school.”

Natalie didn’t react, and waited for him to continue. He wasn’t like Nix, who had a way of luring you into whatever he was trying to tell you. Winters was direct, concise. Everything he said, he chose for a purpose.

“We had our last batch of replacements last spring. Most of them ended up working around the Pacific breach.”

How many of them are even left? Natalie wanted to ask.

“So now we’re doing what we can. Calling in old favors. Bringing back old pilots. Anyone who still wants to help.”

Slowly, Natalie looked up.

“The hell kind of help do you think I’d be?” She asked bitterly.

Winters’ expression never flickered. There was little wonder how he’d become the poster-boy for the American Jaeger program, aside from his combat experience and level-headed leadership. He looked like every propaganda poster Natalie had ever seen, all stoic dignity and quiet, patriotic, confidence. Once, she had clung to it. Now it tasted like blood and seawater.

“I think I have Jaegers with no pilots, and pilots wasting themselves by carrying around guilt for things out of their control.” That unshakeable mask softened. “I think I have what’s left of White Horse taking up a bay in my Shatterdome until her surviving pilot tells me what to do with her.”

It hurt to hear its name said out loud again, after so long. Something sharp and hot pricked at the back of Natalie’s eyes.

“I can’t Drift,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I can’t do it, Dick, I can’t let nobody in there again. I can’t risk it.”

The Boxer (T/S) - OC-Centric, pre-canon slice of life

“The children are asleep. They all crawled into our bed, though, so I think we will have to sleep in theirs,” Sylvie laughed softly.

“I can sleep in my chair,” Thomas offered.

Her smile slipped, and Thomas felt the misstep, even though he didn’t understand it.

“Are you hurt?” Sylvie asked.

“No. Not badly, anyhow. Just some bruises.”

She made an unhappy clicking noise with her tongue and moved forward to help him out of his coat. He did his best not to wince as he raised his arms and shrugged the heavy, woolen, overcoat into her hands. As she hung it up, she dipped into the pocket he always kept the winnings in and drew them out. It wasn’t much, but it was more than they would have without it, and Thomas let himself feel some small measure of pride as it was deposited into the empty coffee can they kept their savings in.

It would feed his children, keep a roof over their heads, put shoes on their feet and send them to school. That was worth a few bruises.

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Tagging @almost-a-class-act @bitch-butter @georgieluz @ep6bastogne @latibvles and inviting anybody else who wants to join in

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MY OCs

no judgement zone!

check out @ramblingsofamadblob for random world building and OC posts too complicated for my main

PERSONA AND MISC:

My persona (design is old)

Wolfy (my first OC the name is a give away)

Hideaki Fukumaru

Kip Burns

Andras Fairchild (kind of a marvel OC)

Personified Sharks

*Bagel Add*

TWST:

Caspian Aster (My Yuu)

Reed Laurier (self insert)

Gossamer Bellamira (main TWST OC)

Robin Terach

Muktuk

Dr. Adagio Desrosiers-Sideris (Teacher OC)

Verre Courvoisier

Stewart “Stew” Robert Rutherford III

The Mer Siblings

Alceé Bordelon

Silas Sparrow (Yuu OC)

Somercrest University gang

STAR WARS OCs

(I have to many they’ll be listed on a separate post)

Spidersona and OCs:

Cassander Armyn

Harriet “Harry” Osborn

Citizen 13 “Nye”

Peter Parker (theater universe)

Casey Jones (yes this is TMNT)

Luke Skywalker (yea this is SW)

Harriet “Harry” Osborn

Malachi J.

Lily Parker

Lego Fam:

literally a story I made up when I was like 5 and continuously revamped (yea some names are stolen from Wild Kratts because I was 5 but the characters are there one thing.)

Martin

Aviva

Malachi

Milo

Chris

Bethany

Trina

Opal

Sarah

Leia

Parents and side characters

BSD:

Timothy Zahn

Lemony Snicket AKA Daniel Handler

C.S. Lewis

Harry Potter:

Renátusz (Reh-na-too-sz) “Renny/Ren” Balogh

There’s more but I’m lazy :P

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List of ASC Original Characters

Question from fanfiction.net from DetroitNate -- Thanks for this story, it is one of my top five hands down. Also, I agree with you about blvnk, that has always been how I've seen Harry and Ginny. Thanks for a refresher course on Zee's parents sometimes it is difficult to remember who is who, which brings up another questionis there somewhere that I could see a list of your OCs, kind of like your brief explanation of Misha and Sorcha? Either thanks for the story it continues to be wonderful.

Thank you!  I do have a lot of original people I have introduced, in passing or to give characters to them.  I literally have an entire document saved ASC Character Lists to help me keep track.  I will post it here the way I have it written.  It’s a LONG LIST!  Most may have just been mentioned, but it helps me keep track in case I have to go back and like oh right, that person did this!

Zahira Zelena Zacarias (Zee) - 9th April, 1964:

Zee’s family is as follows:

The Jacksons:

Colten (Muggle) and Florence (Pureblood witch) Jackson, Grandma and Grandpa

Daughter Magnolia Jackson Zacarias (deceased) married to Michael (Misha) Zacarias with one daughter: Zahira Zelena Zacarias

The Zacarias’:

Ivan and Anya Zacarias Baba & Deda (Muggles - Ivan was the soldier in WWII with the motorbike) 

1. Michael (Misha) m. Magnolia Jackson Zacarias (d) m. Sorcha Brown Zacarias, Papa and Grandmama

(a) Zahira Zelena Zacarias

2. Olga Zacarias Petrov m. Dimtri Petrov

(a) Mikhail Petrov m. Ana Ivanov

(i) Yuri Petrov

(b) Mila Petrov Sokolov m. Nicholas Sokolov

(i) Nastasia Sokolov

(ii) Dinara Sokolov

3. Sasha Zacarias Blok m. Yerik Blok

(a) Tanya Blok Fedorov m. Alek Fedorov

(i) Eva and Irina (twin girls identical)

(b) Tatiana Blok eng. Iosif Kuznetsov

The Browns:

Callum and Fiona Brown

Brian Brown m. Jocasta Fitzgibbons

(a) Dougal Brown m. Ellen Smith

(i) Jenny Brown

(ii) Ian Brown

Sorcha Brown m. Misha Zacarias

(a) Zahira Zelena Zacarias

The Weasley family tree

Arthur’s parents — Septimus and Cedrella nee Black Weasley

Bilius Weasley m. Lucretia NLN

(a) Septimus Weasley eng. Bianca Sousa

(b) Gaius Weasley m. Jillian Kinders 

(c) Marcus Weasley

(d) Tiberius Weasley

Alphard Weasley m. Maureen NLN

(a) Caradoc Weasley m. Holly Gibbons

(i) Jeffrey Weasley

(b) Valerius Weasley

(c) Gabriel Weasley eng. Susan Appleby

(d) Maximus Weasley

(e) Marius Weasley

Arthur Weasley m. Molly Prewett

(a) William Arthur Weasley

(b) Charles Septimus Weasley

(c) Percival Ignatius Weasley

(d) Frederick Fabian Weasley

(e) George Gideon Weasley

(f) Ronald Bilius Weasley

(g) Ginevra Molly Weasley

Althea & Xander Papakonstantinou:

(a) Niko Alexander & Nilo Alexander Papakonstantinou

(b) Phoenix Nikolas Papakonstantinou

(c) Basil Kai and Bryony Iliana Papakonstantinou

(d) Calla Gallina Papakonstantinou

Apollo & Medea Castellanos 

(a) Daphne Grace Castellanos

(b) Circe Althea Castellanos

(c) Cassandra Medea Castellanos  

WIZENGAMOT COUNCIL MEMBERS:

Lady Lucrectia Dettweiler

Lord Marcus Bulstrode

Lord Tiberius Ogden

Lord Aaron Mackelbee

CWM Norton

CWM Anderson

CWM Himmler

WOLVES:

Adrian Roberts (Alpha of Southwestern England)

Echo Simpson (Alpha of Northwestern England)

Ethan Simpson (son of Echo)

Maia Roberts (wife of Adrian)

Hawk Roberts

Emily Roberts

Nikita Roberts

Odin Roberts

Rafe Roberts

Clara Roberts (deceased)

Conan NLN

Volk NLN

Ivory NLN

Cami NLN

Daimon NLN (Alpha of Southeastern in England)

Rune NLN (Alpha of Northeastern in England)

Romeo NLN

Summer NLN

Other Random Mentioned Characters:

George & Margaret Morrison - Sirius’ next door neighbours (Zee’s cottage)

Persephone - name of Sirius’ owl

Greta Catchlove - Sirius’ ex in school

Glenda Chittock - Sirius’ ex in school

Sarah Anderson - Sirius’ ex in school

Darcy Floras - Wizengamot Administrative Office

Professor Dragomir - Durmstrang Dark Arts professor (Althea’s old prof & confidant)

Robyn NLN - ex lover of Remus

Annalise Zuszack Davies - ex lover of Sirius

Veronica Riley - ex lover of Remus, Accidental Magical Reversal Squad

Persephone NLN - bridesmaid at Althea’s wedding, ex lover of Sirius

Connor McGee - Tonks’ ex boyfriend

Amanda NLN- ex lover of Remus

Carolos Santorini - head of dragon reserve in Sicily

Sareena Sahadi, curse breaker in Roman catacombs 

Jonathon Pepper - Tonks’ ex boyfriend and lover

Jennifer Berry - real estate agent who sold Zee her cottage, ex lover of Sirius

Phillipe Montgomery - professor on werewolf mythology

Ava Montgomery - wife of Phillippe Montgomery and werewolf

Ferryweather - ex member of Hogwarts Board of Governors (who Sirius replaces)

Tripp Forrester - Agent of the DRCMC

Brandon NLN - 7th year Hufflepuff student in Harry’s second year

Will Matthews - Seamus’ first boyfriend

Maggie Cumberland - woman who speaks and outs Lockhart on stealing memories

Na’eemah Hickey - Egyptian Mind Healer who helps Ginny

Mary Raffigan - historian in the Department of History; professor of History of Magic at Hogwarts

Agent Minnow - Being Division of DRCMC

Kata Novak - Croatian pureblood kidnapped by DE’s

Harley Mills - Harry’s ex girlfriend

Tucker - ranch hand on Colt and Flo’s ranch

Calvin - ranch hand on Colt and Flo’s ranch

Trotsky NFN - dragon handler on Romanian reserve

Aims NFN - dragon handler on Romanian reserve

Santana NFN - dragon handler on Romanian reserve

Juliette Léandre - Département de Coopération Magique Internationale 

Madame Simone Richelieu - President of the Ministère des Affaires Magiques del la France

Jericho Jones - International Confederation of Wizards

Katherine Thomas - International Magical Office of Law

LiMei Lee - Ambassador to Hong Kong Mófǎ bù

Liam O’Kelly - journalist for Irish Prophet

Leonoardo Fanucci - Rome’s famous fashion designer

Dimo Radkov - best friend of Viktor Krum

Andrei Ankov - best friend of Viktor Krum

Professor Penkov - Durmstrang history professor

Iglika Krum - Viktor’s younger sister

Desislava Krum - Viktor’s younger sister

Boyana Krum - Viktor’s mother

Kosta Krum - Viktor’s father

Danny Evangeline - editor of the Daily Prophet

Princess Sapphira - Mermaid from Greece

Agent Barrow NFN - beast division of DRCMC

Elizabeth Walters - werewolf support services

King Taliesin of the Fae

William Clovenfield of the Vampire Confederacy of Europe

Henry Jacks, personal assistant of Ludo Bagman

Dobson NFN, DRCMC

Tripp Forrester, Agent of DRCMC

Bura Visnjic - magical creature reserve near Fiordland National Park in New Zealand

Abioye NLN - magizoologist from the reserve

Zhang NFN - magizoologist from the reserve

Henry Richardson - Head of the Department of Education

Dmitri Horvat - Balkan Auror, friend of Dumbledore

Miranda Jameson - Head of the Department of Magical Cooperation

Board of Governors:

Sirius Black

Lucius Malfoy - ARRESTED - replaced with Richard Macmillan

Marcus Bulstrode - ARRESTED - replaced with Charlotte Ogden

Julius Abbot

John Matthias

Josephine Fawley

Bernice Caulder

Octavius Greengrass

Augusta Longbottom

Castor Parkinson

Elphias Doge

Lucretia Dettweiler

Crann Bethadh Cabinet (Tree of Life Cabinet aka CBC):

Amelia Bones (Minister)

Albus Dumbledore (ICW rep)

Zahira Zacarias (DRCMC rep)

Walter Barrow (DRCMC rep)

Adrian Roberts (Wolf rep)

Echo Simpson (Wolf rep)

Rune Rogers (Wolf rep)

Daimon Adams (Wolf rep)

William Clovenfield (Vampire rep)

Alice Langdon (Vampire rep)

Jericho Jones (ICW rep)

Katherine Thomas (magical law rep)

King Taliesan (Fae rep)

Brigit (Fae rep)

Colleen Sanders (Veela rep)

Aurors:

Hugh Arnett A3

Natalie Atwell A3

Gregson NFN - deceased

Bishop NFN - deceased

Lewis NFN - deceased

Davis NFN - deceased

Jane NFN - A2

Campbell NFN - A2

Leonard NFN - A2

Higgins NFN - A1, Tonks’ partner

Hogwarts Students in Harry’s Year:

Gryffindor Girls - Sophie Roper, Natalia Monroe

Slytherin Girls - Ophelia Rowle

Students in Ginny’s year:

Gryffindor Girls - Maisie Wendall, Imogen Landers, Katherine Joy Alcott (KJ), Freya Sloane

Gryffindor Boys - David Gunderson 

Hufflepuff Girls - Edith Carlyle, Francesca Wood (Oliver’s cousin)

Ravenclaw Girls - Chloe Cunningham, Morag Campbell, Dinah Fox, Bettina Addersworth

Third Year Students in 1995:

Hufflepuff - Mr NFN Donovan, Miss NFN Payne

Ravenclaw - Mr NFN Sahni, Miss NFN Jameson

New Students 1995-1996 school year:

Slytherin Boys - Julian Norton

Slytherin Girls - Mila St James - half-vampire, Ciara Casey - half-fae

Ravenclaw Girls - Sari Danson - wolf

Gryffindor Boys - Maximus O’Ryan - wolf, Jack Wolf - wolf 

Hufflepuff Girls - Tara Brady - half-fae

Bellarosa Zabini Husbands:

Signore Antonio Zabini, Baron of Sardinia

Siegneur Tristian Beauchamp, Comte de Marseille

Lord Stephen Barkley, Earl of Suffolk

Sir David Sanders

Lord Jason Stanford, Earl of Kent

Hope this helps!  

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Welcome to the Shadowhunter Academy  ;

After the war,  the number of Shadowhunters had deteriorated quickly,  leaving the world at risk,  leaving them outnumbered by the darkness that lingered within the shadows.  The need for Shadowhunters was so much that those who remained had hunted down those who were of Nephilims but weren’t marked, hoping to bring them to the Academy to train them to become elite shadowhunters.  Not only did those with Nephilim blood sign up,  Mundanes had also attended the Academy in hopes of ascending.  With the Shadowhunters numbers dwelling  &  the need for them dire,  will the shadowhunters that come through the Academy be enough to win future wars  ?

Details  ;

The students are placed into two different rankings Elite ( people with Shadowhunter blood )  &  Dregs ( mundanes )

They are placed into two different types of classes. The Shadowhunter ranking having been more about fighting and combat while the mundanes are placed in classes to learn about Shadowhunters  &  their history.

Elites have nicer rooms while Dregs live in the basement with slime covered walls and bad bathrooms.

It’s advised to not use the bathroom on the same floor as the Mundanes beds.

Rules  ;

ooc drama is not cool,  ic drama is highly encouraged

OC’s and muses from other fandoms are welcome!

You do not need to read the books to join  !!

activity is cool,  but not needed daily.  just try to be active in a way that people don’t think you left the verse.

Major plots will have to be run by an admin first.

18+ is expected for the verse will touch on nsfw properties such as sex, drugs, etc.

Please tag gv. shadowhunters academy  &  when you make your BIO please tag it with gv. shadowhunters academy ooc

Honestly just have fun and don’t be a dick !

Application  ;

Mun Name & Age ; Muse Name & Age  ; Student or Professor  ; If Professor what do they teach? ; If Student are they a mundane or of angelic decent? ; activity ; bio  ;

Cast List  ;

Shadowhunter Decent

Davina Claire ; 19 ; Angelic Decent | @girlsacrificed  Clary Fairchild ; 17 ; Angelic Decent | @warstopper Eliot Waugh ; 20 ; Angelic Decent | @painistemporary Cynthia Whitlock ; 19 ; Angelic Decent | @oftaintedhearts   Drew Trueblood ; 16 ; Angelic Decent |  @celestialfate​ Emma Carstairs ; 18 ; Angelic Decent | @herscortana  Blaine Anderson ; 19 ; Angelic Decent | @blainesbowtied  Tyler Malachai ; 19 ; Angelic Decent | @weaponboy

Mundanes

Simon Lewis ; 18 ; Mundane | @remembcr George Lovelace ; Mundane | @hackedpower Mikhailo “Mickey” Milkovich ; 20 ; Mundane | @southxsides  Lyanna Penrose ; 17 ; Mundane | @stormland Trinity Dusk ; 19 ; Mundane | @nicedreamloser 

Professor / Guest Lecturer

Magnus Bane ; old af ; Warlock | @magnusofbane Alec Lightwood ; 22 ; Shadowhunter | archery & lecturer | @heartguided Jace Herondale ; 20 ; Shadowhunter | weapons handler / trainer | @goldtouched 

Reserved ;

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