#ol!wynter

[porcelainseashore]

Oh, by gosh, by golly! It's none other than hit girl Wynter and bird boy Lettow. So, uh, I decided to bite the bullet and try out one of these for the first time. A thousand thank you's to:

@its-sixxers for Wynter's stunning portrait ✨

@mortifying-macaroni for the cutest couple chibis everrr 💜

@rattenprince and @medeaft for helping the lil ol' noob me with design-related shenanigans 🙏

[sunflowerwizard]

Yknow what, this is My House and I can post Wyll/Aele'nor babies if I want to-

Left- Sylvia Ravengard, a draconic soul sorcerer and firstborn. lovingly called "Bunny" by friends and family because she inherited those big ol gith ears

Right- Wynter Ravengard, aspiring wizard and Tiefling who has her dad's horns. Once summoned a Mud Mephit in the backyard much to her parents' dismay (and Uncle Gale's pride)

[ghelgheli]

Stuff I Read In June 2024

bold indicates favourites

Books

Bodies That Matter, Judith Butler

Manufacturing Consent, Edward S. Herman & Noam Chomsky

Yuri/GL

A Monster Wants to Eat Me, Naekawa Sai

That Time I Was Blackmailed By the Class' Green Tea Bitch, Xian Jun

My Sister's Best Friend, My Lover, Fujimatsu Mei

Childhood Friend, Big Love, Kanno Fumi

An OL at Her Limit and a College Girl, Obata Rui

She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat (Vol 4), Sakaomi Yuzaki

Monthly in the Garden with My Landlord, Yodokawa

Sora and Haena, Jackbull

Short Fiction

Does a Bee Care? Isaac Asimov

Silly Asses, Isaac Asimov

Buy Jupiter! Isaac Asimov

A Statue for Father, Isaac Asimov

Rain, Rain, Go Away, Isaac Asimov

Palestine

The Right To Exist, Rana Issa [link]

Ugly Enjoyment, Nadia Bou Ali [link]

On October 7, Gaza broke out of prison, Mariam Barghouti [link]

Queer &c.

How to get Fucked by a Trans Woman, lily bloodguts [link]

Why Be Nonbinary? Robin Dembroff [link]

Amelioration and Inclusion: Gender Identity and the Concept of Woman, Katharine Jenkins [link]

Toward an Account of Gender Identity, Katharine Jenkins [link]

Why the Trans Inclusion Problem Cannot be Solved, Tomas Bogardus [link]

Evil Deceivers and Make-Believers: On Transphobic Violence and the Politics of Illusion, Talia Mae Bettcher [link]

Trans Identities and First-Person Authority, Talia Mae Bettcher

Through the Looking Glass: Trans Theory Meets Feminist Philosophy, Talia Mae Bettcher

Transgender Studies: Queer Theory's Evil Twin, Susan Stryker

Under Construction: Decolonized Queer Masculinities, Shay-Akil McLean [link]

The Empire Strikes Back: A Posttranssexual Manifesto, Sandy Stone

Transsexualism: Reflections on the Persistence of Gender and the Mutability of Sex, Judith Shapiro

History/Theory

Anti-Blackness as Disavowal and Condition: Rethinking Foucault’s “Carceral Society”, Melayna Lamb & Tia Trafford [link]

1492: A New World View, Sylvia Wynter

Against the Logic of Submission, Wolfi Landstreicher [link]

Other

Who’s Behind All the `Pussy in Bio` on X? John Herman [link]

Why Do We Keep Inventing the Magical School? Tanvi Chowdhary [link]

Pants Scientists and Bona Fide Cyber Ninjas: Tracing the Poetics of Cyberpunk Menswear, Esko Suoranta [link]

Graffiti, Through Grief and Discovery, Clement Gelly [link]

[mortifying-macaroni]

I would usually tell others out there "Their level of freak cannot be matched! Ha!", but ngl Wynter and Lettow are strong contenders 👀👀 I aspire to reach their lvl of spice too!

Yup! They connect like puzzle pieces too! Good luck separating them, tho 😌😌 Malachi had a timeout session in his cage on vitae withdrawal. Andrei loves that cat too much to even begin thinking about harsher punishments; even if he did end up cock-blocked bc of that rascal.

The Vicissitude DP hits like a Mac truck 😩 Andrei does tend to get carried away when his (and the beast's) primal urges kick in. Before being Embraced, Gretchen couldn't stomach pain, but now with supernatural healing, along with having a Tzimisce to do "repairs", she's a lot more adventurous and receptive in terms getting roughened up (but she's still very guilty of wanting to be a little vanilla at times by engaging in a good ol missionary while bathed in gentle affection- brings out the very rare softie in her)

You have opened the floodgates, beware!! I wanna know ALL about Gretchen's sex life *rubs hands together in glee*

Here are my burning questions for the OC NSFW Asks: 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 22, 24, 25.

Honestly I would have just asked for all, but I didn't want to overload you even more, soowwiiee!! 😝

THE AMOUNT OF DELICIOUS QUESTIONS I'M FREAKING OUT!!! You're killing me in the best way possible 🖤🩷🖤🩷 Gretchen fanclub rise!!!

3. Quickies vs Planned sex—thoughts?

Quickies aren't her thing. She prefers to take her time exploring and teasing without being rushed. They barely leave her satisfied tbh, sooo planned sex all the way! If she can't lose herself in the moment then it's just not it, bestie.

4. Are they more of a dom, sub, or switch? If applicable, are they a top, bottom, or vers?

Switch & vers! Gretch loves both dynamics a lot, plus it usually doesn't matter to her whether she's top or bottom. However if the mood REALLY hits her to take control, she's going to wrestle for it and god knows that Andrei loves to challenge his feisty wildcat of a woman 😩

14. If they send nudes, are they tasteful or just quick pics?

When Gretchen sends nudes, they are raunchy as hell and they're anything but quick (likes to do multiple retakes and judge them thoroughly). She plans it all out meticulously, does not hold back on the risque poses nor does she leave anything to the imagination. Every area of skin will be caught on camera. When she does take the time to snap freaky photos, the lighting and setting need to be just right. She's not going to spread herself or grind on objects just anywhere, you know.

16. Describe their least favorite/most embarassing sexual encounter.

Probably the time when Andrei and Gretchen were in the middle of getting it on in his family estate in Romania. As she was riding him, Andrei's cat Malachi (who was hiding the whole dang time) mistakenly thought that his owner was getting attacked so the little guy swooped in and latched his claws onto poor Gretchen's back, which ofc, caused her to freak out and fall onto Andrei while violently thrashing with the cat still stuck on her flesh. That whole commotion prompted Andrei's sire (who's also his great granny) to check on them which opened up another can of worms. On one hand, she was immesurablly disappointed that her beloved Childe's Tremere wife was sullying her home, yet on the other hand, she was rather amused by the image of Gretchen suffering in that moment. Let's just say that the following night was extremely awkward at the family gathering and the couple refuses to speak of that memory ever again.

17. What’s their go-to safe word?

No such thing 😉 When Gretchen's pelvis got shattered on multiple occasions thanks to a Vicissitude induced double penetration, she literally took it (well, both) like a champ (she got fixed up afterwards with Andrei apologizing multiple times).

18. Their favorite actions during sex—chin-grabbing, hair-pulling, wrists being pinned, etc.

Dude, all of that!!! Though, if she had to pick one, it'd be hair pulling, which works well for Andrei too bc he just loves yanking her locks, esp if he's hitting it from behind or getting a blowjob from her. Honorable mention goes to biting. I mean they're vampires so ofc some munching is bound to occur. Neither are leaving the bedroom until they're both marked with love bites from head to toe (Huge bonus points whenever he bites her boobs).

19. When they “dress-up” for sex, what’s their go-to outfit? Lingerie, suit, gown, etc.?

Definitely lingerie! As I've said before, Andrei spares no expense when it comes to getting Gretchen all dolled up for both their pleasures. She most certainly loves modeling for him right before he peels every piece of fabric off of her. Though there are lazy nights where she'd rather get naughty wearing nothing but a band shirt and some panties, which Andrei finds adorable even with the lack of "effort"

20.What do they like seeing their partner in when they “dress-up?”

Gretchen knows Andrei isn't the type to put on costumes, which she doesn't mind at all considering she's already enamored with the sight of him in suits. The fact that he constantly wears them is a huge bonus for her hungry eyes.

24. A song they would fuck/get fucked to

Imma be basic and say Closer by NIN (Slow + reverb). I'm also going to cheat and add Inside out by Korn

25. Share a sample line of dirty-talk

Ok I've got two and they're lame, but...

"I've got a nice rack I'd like to torture you with"

"How about you hurt me with your mouth without saying anything"

1, 5, 6, 9, 15, 22 - Answered!

[dst-outlast]

Waylon likes eggs and bacon

Mary likes the veggie salad thing

White doesn't need to eat "mortal" food but enjoys meatballs

Waltz likes roasted carrots

-F

Wells likes Waffles

Wayne likes Kabobs

Wynter likes Froggle Bunwich

Wylie likes Dragonpie

Nine likes Nitre

Winnie likes Meaty Stew

Winnifred doesn't have a favourite

-S

Wyatt likes jerky

Whitney likes powder cake

Warbles likes roasted birchnut

Wisteria likes mandrake soup

-M

this is answering that favourite foods ask. i'm dumb and forgot to press the answer button. RAAAH

[thecat-inthehat]

Interview meme for Helisent!

What is your full name?

“Helisent Nive-Shine Wynter.” She doesn’t elaborate. 

What do your friends call you?

“Hel, mostly? Though I’ve got a few friends that call me things like ‘darling’ and ‘love’ and it’s, um. It’s nice.” She looks away, drinking from her cup. 

What is your favorite animal?

“Morpho butterflies. I have one that follows me around sometimes, ever since I saved it a few years back.”

Where were you born?

“Umm... Ma didn’t really say, but I think it was a small village outside of Ala Mhigo? The Salt something or other?” 

Do you have children?

She chokes on her drink and has to set it down. “Not that I know of? I’m careful with anyone I go to bed with, I swear.”

Is there a person/people you love?

At that, she flushes and mumbles something about stupidly pretty Auri women. 

What is your favorite color?

“Greens, mostly, and browns. Typical, I know, for a forest-raised conjurer.”

What is your full occupation?

“Gridanian-trained Conjurer and healer.” She makes a face, her lips pulling into a grimace. “I don’t work for Gridania anymore. Too many innocents dead.”

Are you good at physical fighting?

“I haven’t really trained, but I can throw a mean punch I guess?” 

Which form are you best at?

“Didn’ you just fucking ask that?” 

What about magic?

“Well no shit. I kind of have to be.” 

Which type are you best at?

“Conjury, obviously. Though my conjury leans heavily to wind spells and wind aspected things. Makes me incredibly unbalanced and a threat to society, as Brother E-Yumi-San put it.” She seems completely unbothered by the idea. 

Craftsmanship?

“Needlework. Your shirt is horrible and needs to be refitted, by the way.” 

Any other skills?

“I can float and kind of fly? It took me a long time to get to control it properly, so yeah, it’s a skill.” 

Are you an only child?

“No. Nive’s my sister, though not by birth.” 

Where do you see yourself in five years?

Helisent makes a vague waving gesture with her hand and shrugs. “That’s the question, huh?” 

Have you ever almost died?

“Couple times.” 

Do you have a secret, not just a secret, but like a really big secret, hardly anyone knows?

“I’m not... really sure what you’re asking?” She frowns, eyeing them over her cup. “Um. Not really? My life’s pretty open.” 

Salty or sweet?

“Sweet.”  

Do you like yourself?

“More than I used to.” 

Do you believe in the Twelve?

Hel shrugs. “Kind of hard not to, with Nophica this and Nophica that being tossed around when you’re a toddler.” 

Are you religious?

“Not particularly, but I do kind of feel closer to Oschon. And my mother worships Rhalgr, like most Ala Mhigans.” She seems oddly bitter about the fact. 

Do you carry prejudice with you?

“Don’t think there’s a person alive who doesn’t. I try not to let it define me though. I’m still kind of an ass when it gets down to it.” 

What do you consider entertainment?

“Thunderstorms. I love watching them. And also flirting with pretty people.” 

Favorite drink?

“Hot chocolate. I’m considering going on a crusade to Ishgard and telling them to stop hoarding the damn stuff behind their frozen walls.”  

Do you have any family traditions?

Hel nods, looking a bit wistful. “Yeah. My ma and I used to go out to storms or cliffs whenever it was more than a drizzle, before I left. Nive and I tend to dance together a lot, actually. But don’t tell her I said that, she thinks she can’t dance.” 

Are you a good person?

“Well, I’m a useful person to a lot of people? I’m a healer, and that’s generally considered a ‘good’ thing.” Despite her answer, she looks like she’s dodging the question. 

Thank you for answering my questions. 

“Sure, no problem. Not sure why you asked them, but if that’s what makes you happy.” 

[monotone-artist]

some rogues, rambley stuff bout them under read-more

this is probably all subject to change but ya

this group of rogues is led by scotty, and they have a territory next to bigclan (aka doveclan and hawkclan but they're so tightly entwined with each other they're sometimes just called bigclan, but theyre technically separate). the rogues and bigclan aren't friends or anything, but they have a kind of understanding with each other and leave each other alone. after all, life in the taiga is very dangerous.

(that understanding changes when a bigclan apprentice, batpaw, accidentally rips out wynter's spirit from his body, fundamentally killing him and leaving his spirit stuck following her around much to both of their frustration, and that leads to war but digress)

the rogues are like this big ol family, even if they aren't all blood-related. scotty is like everybody's grandpa. autumn, drake, and wynter are siblings, and whistle is their mom. their dad was power-hungry and he tried to hurt the kids and overthrow (aka murder) scotty so whistle killed him.

other than that! the rogues are doing pretty good. they actually kind of have this friendship-kinda deal with the local wolf pack. the cats are too small of a meal for the wolves, since the wolves usually just hunt caribou, so they sometimes hang out. the wolves protect the cats, the cats help patch up any injuries n illnesses and all that since theyre better with herbs. though the rogues still have to watch out for hungry lone wolves or any rival wolf packs.

but ya thats pretty much all i have for them rn. the rogue group is pretty big too, ive only just drawn these five so far sdfdsfjhdf

[brkfstgrrrls]

@2187s LEFT A NIGHTMARE AFTER THE TONE: 🥝🥝🥝🥝🥝 !!!

@rapturcd - Where to start to describe a friend? Nox is a close online friend whom I’ve had the pleasure of following for the last few years now. We’ve been able to keep up with each other from blog to blog, and continued to do so when she revived this blog right here, a Bioshock oc. I’ll admit that when I saw her move here, I had no clue what the hell Bioshock was other than some video game. I’ve been graced with so many exciting details, passion has been poured into every message and post she makes upon the dash, it instantly made me a fan of this little franchise. Though the Bioshock rpc is small, Nox has found a way to make it her own. Her blog is filled with so much helpful information, and one look at her extremely well thought out, and detailed OC page will tell you all you need to know about this vast universe. With every OC she makes, it’s done with love and care, but something about Nicholas is truly special. Aside from being from one of the most interesting and unique fandoms, Nicholas was crafted with more detail than the gods could give any living being. Nox is also a plot driven writer, I know I am too so if that’s your thing, you’ll be glad to know not only is she a peach but she’s very fun to bounce ideas with! She helped me learn so much about Bioshock, it made plotting feel effortless and an overall thrill. If you don’t follow her, not only are you missing out, but I’ll personally be offended on her behalf.

@segadore - It’s been a few years now, and I have not been able to get Fawn off of my tail, damn you— I’M KIDDING, no but really, Fawn and I have been buddies for the last few years, and I started following her on her Steve Harrington blog. I’ve already gushed in the past about how much I love her Steve, so in the same way she’s so kindly embraced my OCs, I’d like to do the same with hers. Let’s start off with this: Fawn is the one person I see constantly and without a second thought embracing all writers, you could write an oc, canon muse from a different fandom, female oc, doesn’t matter– she will love them like her own. You speak with Fawn ooc, and you’ll feel at home, you’re never a bore nor bother. They’re one of the few people in this RPC I feel so genuinely safe around, and they make me feel like a valued writer even when I’m being ignored by others on the dash, I feel important, and it’s thanks to them. Fawn writes a very amazing muse named Mykah, from what can only be described as a non-existent fandom. I learned about Dead Like Me through her, and I’ve since been completely hooked on this concept and universe. Mykah is a very special, and well-thought out muse. He’s a soul collecting reaper from California, and he’s got so much wit, charm, and attitude, how could you not love the guy? He’s got a tough exterior, but he’s so funny as well, you can tell when you’re reading something Fawn wrote, they have such a unique tone, your eyes will be glued to the screen instantly as soon as you see a reply in your inbox. From the bottom of my heart, I hope we continue to write for years to come. If you want some fresh content you’ve never seen before, and perhaps one of the kindest friends, with the most goddamn creative mindset, please, go look at Fawn’s content. For the love of GOD go look.

@wyntered​ - You know how when your favorite musician or celebrity makes a post on Instagram or twitter, you go “Ah! There’s _____ again, classic ol’ _____, love them.” and you get all giddy in your seat, overwhelmed just by their presence even if it isn’t for you? That’s how I feel everytime I read each and everyone of Chantelle’s posts. I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t get to read all of my rp partners replies to other folks, sometimes I’m too busy, or honestly? I don’t feel like it. But the amount of effort and research they’ve put into this, how could I not? I love reading both her replies to myself and other people, I love reading her meta posts and headcanons, because I know it’ll not only be helpful but just wonderful. It’s also so nice to see how much care she’s put into writing such a complicated man like Bucky Barnes, her portrayal is uniquely her own, and she’s truly made sure to set a realistic example for others. I’ve learned so much, and it’s thanks to her. They’ve also been so gracious in writing with my own Marvel OC, Alice, and never act annoyed or bothered. That’s not something you often find with people who write popular canon muses, but it’s something I’ve been lucky enough to find with Chantelle. Do yourself a favor, buckle up, and get excited. Go and give her a follow, because I just know in my heart she’ll be more than happy to embrace you with open arms. Thanks for giving me the most iconic and kickass friendship for my daughter! It’s probably obvious to y’all by now that I love Chantelle’s work, so you know this message is genuine.

@capnsolo - I found out a few weeks ago that Kayla and I have been mutuals for years, and neither of us knew it. We’ll ignore that for now. I know Kayla as the most fantabulous Han Solo mun on the block, no really, she’s amazing. We found each other again because I writer princess Leia ( over on @/hopescorned ) and well… SCOUNDRESS! Together, we’ve managed to create our own little version of canon to their storyline, and we continue to develop it each time we speak. I’m not very good at articulating my thoughts, but my point is, Kayla is a very skilled, and creative woman. She’s smart, she knows how to use canon as a crutch, but doesn’t rely on it. She let’s her brain do the talking, and she knows how to collaborate well with others, and happens to be very open minded and flexible to other people’s muses. No matter how outlandish the idea might be for a story, Kayla will find a way to work with it. I’ve never seen someone capture Han’s tone so well, each time I read one of her replies, I can truly see and hear Harrison Ford acting each of the stories we create, out in my head. She has a way with her words, and she’s a true talent. Please, even if Star Wars isn’t your think, at least give her work a chance, it’ll be a pleasant surprise.

@nostlgic - Ash & I have been writing together since February, and the day we started speaking, they were one of the kindest souls I’ve been graced with speaking to. A passionate writer, you’ll be pleasured to see that their muse list is rather long, and diverse. Ash is the kind of writer that is always up for the challenge. You have an OC no one is interested? Cool, Ash is now interested in writing with them. You have a crazy rp idea you want to pursue? Ash is the first in line to give it a try. Whenever I write with Ash, I know it’s going to be a new and exciting adventure, each story is different from the next, and with each muse, they shift tones effortlessly; Stephen King would envy them. I made a post probably a month or two ago about how I wanted to write with an Edward Scissorhands, and within approximately 10 seconds, they volunteered to add him to her muse roster, and a mutual friend of ours even went to comment “I was going to tag Ash but it seems she’s already here” and why is that? That’s just the kind of person Ash is, and I truly love it. Go and peep her profile, because I can guarantee there’s at least one muse you’ll want to write with.

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[futurewife]

11 and 15 for the man himself, cable👀

11. Do you two like to roleplay? If so, what?

Cable would probably try his best if I asked, but I don’t think we’re theatrical enough to maintain any kind of roleplay for more than like, two minutes before it devolves into good ol’ simple fucking. If the opportunity were to come up we’d probably be playing up the trainer/trainee (teacher/student?? something that plays up the age gap) angle which we have in real life anyway. I can’t imagine Cable really being into anything too complicated in the bedroom. 

15. Kinks you two would participate in?

(to the tune of dirty talk- wynter gordon)  

Probably going to forget some but off the top of my head: daddy kink, gun play, impact play (not with tools so much as just being lightly slapped around/handled roughly a bit and spanking with bare hands), orgasm control/edging, cockwarming, overstim, somnophilia, clothed sex, thigh riding, dirty talk, begging and..... we have a sizable sex toy collection. These are my personal favourites and I love that self shipping means you can have your cake and eat it too...the perfect sexual partner. 

[foxsimthings]

New follower here. What a delight stumbling on to your page has been! So happy to have found it. Your sims are absolutely stunning and your posts are super original. Definitely a nice change of scenery from a lot of the same ol’ thing. ♥️♥️ anyway, I do have a question in all this lol. If you don’t mind me asking, where did you get the lovely hair for Sitanna in your latest post with Wynter that has the bangs and the buns? Thanks so much in advance! 💜

Aw, thank you so much! Welcome to the party! I really appreciate it, I’m sure my dummy sims would appreciate it too  ❤️ ❤️ You guys and these dorks are the only things keeping me sane rn. Also I’ll admit, I was having a really crummy night last night and I may have seen you show up in my feed, it made me happy to know someone was enjoying these guys so thank you for that!

It’s a Pinky Patchy hair called Spring, and you can find it right here!

[thornbolts]

Honest But Lazy

October Writing Challenge

DAY 29: Ancestor

"Do we have anyone that can challenge the otherworldly High Elf from the North?!" The announcer boomed as he swept a hand over the tall figure to his right, shrouded in a blue hood, and a sleek-looking curved bow slung across her torso.

The high elf pulled her hood down, a pair of pointed ears extending out from the cloth as her blue gaze wandered the enamored crowd. A sly smirk pulled at her lip. Westfall certainly was a strange place, and an elf here, of all places, was practically unheard of outside of fairy tales and distant stories from the days of Arathor.

"I'm curious to see if anyone can match a farstrider," the queldorei admitted in an accented Common. "Surely, one of you Human-folk is well-learned with the bow? Or perhaps another projectile-spewing weapon?"

The crowd went silent, looking to one another with raised eyebrows. Farmers and cattle drivers weren't worthy competitors for an archery match.

The queldorei sighed, shaking her head as she set her hands on her hips, turning on her heels "Onto the next town th--"

"I'll humor ya," piped up a gruff voice from the back of the crowd. It parted for a man dressed in beaten leathers and a wide-brimmed sun-blasted brown hat. His lips parted in a cheeky smile at the farstrider, scratching at his stubbled face.

The farstrider stopped midstep as she turned over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. Her grin returned, turning back on her heels to face the man in the hat.

"Bows, guns, crossbows... Hell, I'll even play ya in darts if'n ya want." The stubbled man poked his pinky into his ear, twisting. "What's yer call, lady?"

The farstrider nodded her chin to the bow at her back. "Arrows. Are you opposed?"

He shook his head. "Nah. Though I do prefer ta at least have the name 'a my fellow opponent. What do I call ya?"

"Lyrin. Lyrin Winddream. And you, hatted man?"

The man winked, shooting off a finger gun in the high elf's direction. "Julian," he offered. "Julian Thornbolt. But most folks call me J."

--

"Legend has it that ol' Julian managed to meet the elf in marksmanship shot-for-shot. Yeah. My dad was the talk 'a the town after that happened." Gregory smiled, looking over to his enraptured daughter.

"What happened to Lyrin? The farstrider?" Remington asked.

"Took her loss like a winner. She bet that no one could match her in Westfall, and she was proven wrong." Gregory's grin grew even wider as he hefted up Remington onto his shoulders. "Invited our entire family, the Thornbolts, up ta Eversong fer a spell. Pops never did make the trip."

"Why?" Remington rested her chin onto her father's scalp as she reached up, brushing her small hand through the leaves overhead. "Was it dangerous?"

"Nah. He was just lazy as all hell." Gregory laughed. "But that's yer grandpa fer ya, Rem: Honest but lazy."

@turning-through-the-never@kharrisdawndancer@iestyn-crowe@belillinafireseeker / @lianellie-quinne@saltsparkle / @gloamingdawn @lylianwyatte@selysona-wra@darbiebot@andijelly @cupcakes-blood @twosidedsana@eliceynbirch@deadlypursuits@luminashdawnwing @raxwel-blythe / @amorthonblackwood@hmratking @thornbolts@brillraven@ wynter-b@lovingthewildlife@veleanthe @theconstructsworld@waroftwowolves @taliandrahflamesurge / @gam3rj3nn@embraelle @kjblynx@escapism-velocity@rayne-storm @stonestridernerd@centoridellanir@valarin-sunstorm @cyrolar-riverblade@sylrin-featherblade@altherei @trisandrah@riverblade @raevan-muns-supercut @safrona-shadowsun

[stillthewordgirl]

CaptainCanary: Roommates

For the “AU starter/drabble” thing I reblogged a few days back. @pir8grl requested No. 24: Roommates. CaptainCanary, of course!

This...may have to turn into a full story. It’s already about 1,000, which, uh, passes for short for me.

Len wouldn’t admit it, but he’s got a lot to think about.

After he betrays the Weather Wizard and, more so, the Trickster, to warn Barry Allen, it makes sense to get the hell out of town for a bit. He considering trying to find Mick, but he’s pretty sure the other man won’t understand why he’s considering changing…things. And Lisa’s on a road trip, doing her own version of introspection, and he thinks it’s best to leave her be.

An acquaintance had a small apartment up for sublet for a year in Coast City while they travel, and Leonard, far more impulsively than usual, takes it. That’s not an area where he’s ever pulled a job, and it might give him some space to think things over. He’s just semi-settled in, though, when there’s the sound of a key in the lock.

Leonard’s standing in the kitchenette area, eyeing the contents of the cupboard with a vague discontent, when he hears it. He’d had no reason to expect trouble; his cold gun is in its case in the bedroom, and he doesn’t have so much as a knife on him. Still, instinct is such that he quickly snags a steak knife from a drawer before the door opens.

The short blond woman standing in the entryway stares at him, obviously just as surprised to see him as he is to see her. Leonard, taking in the situation as quickly as he always tries to do, despite his unpreparedness for this surprise, notes her stance, one that goes instantly from shock to ready to fight, balanced, graceful and wary. 

But…there are dark circles under her eyes, and she also looks unbelievably weary. She’s in trouble. Crap.

“Excuse me?” he drawls before she can speak, grabbing for the upper hand. “People generally knock, you know.”

There’s a man in the apartment.

Sara’s surprised enough to simply stare at him for a long moment as he stares back. He’s attractive, her tired brain notes—something of a surprise in itself, considering that her post-Pit system has been too absorbed with other things to pay attention to that sort of thought. Older than her, with gray in his hair. The sort of lean, fit, wariness that says he might be dangerous if he wanted to be. Well, dangerous to someone who wasn’t her. She saw the unobtrusive way he’s holding that knife.

Blue eyes, wide in surprise, then narrowed in intent thought.

He really is rather attractive.

Sara tells that particular mental voice to shut up…right as the man speaks.

“Excuse me?” he says in a low, insolent drawl, eyeing her. “People generally knock, you know.”

Well, fuck you very much, Mr. Hottie. Sara’s chin goes up. “I’m renting this apartment,” she retorts, gripping the key tightly. “I have a contract signed by both myself and the owner, and…” She holds it up. “…a key. Obviously. What the hell are you doing here?”

A flicker of surprise again, quickly concealed.

“Renting this apartment,” he says smoothly in that damned drawl. “With my own contract and key.” A pause. “I think we might have a problem.”

Sara stares at him a little longer—she may, perhaps, be a little too tired right now to deal with this crap. Then she thinks back about the acquaintance who’d offered this apartment. About a certain shifty-eyed look, and a mention that there are, after all, two bedrooms.

She sags against the door, unable to keep the fatigue from catching up at this point. She hates looking weak in front of this stranger, but she’s been looking forward to some rest and a quiet place to try to get her head together a little more, somewhere where no one knows her.

“No kidding,” she mutters, wiping a hand over her eyes. “Damnit.”

She doesn’t even bother to move when she hears the man step toward her.

Leonard has no idea why, but the flash of sympathy he feels for this woman is immediate and strong. Surprising, but definitely there. Instinct and long knowledge tell him that she’s not running from a domestic situation—he’s willing to bet she can take care of herself physically, just from the way she’s holding herself—but she looks exhausted. Like she just plain needs a break.

He gets that.

As she sags against the door frame, rubbing her eyes and letting the bag in her hand drop to the floor, he waits a moment, then hesitantly steps forward. Unless she’s the sort of actress that shouldn’t bother with this small-time shit, she’s not playing him here. And he might be a jerk, but the idea of hustling her back out onto the street would be considerably more than a jerk move.

She doesn’t even open her eyes. He’s not sure if that’s because she’s too damned tired, or because she’s sized him up as not a threat—at least, not one she can’t take. He’s pretty sure it’s the latter, and that’s a little disconcerting.

And attractive. He has a type.

“Hey,” he says quietly, trying to think of her as if she were Lisa…something that’s even more difficult when she opens her eyes and gives him a direct blue-eyed look that makes his insides do a flip-flop sort of thing. “Come in, at least. Ain’t your fault Ainsley tried to double-dip with the rent with they’re gone.” He hesitates. “Not trying to be a creep. Honest. Call someone first, if you want.”

She visibly sizes him up again. And, yeah, rather obviously decides she can take him if necessity, nodding and stepping in, closing the door behind her. Not great for the ol’ ego, though his is usually quite healthy.

However, the different sort of onceover she gives him once inside is, and the smile she lets touch her lips. Is this a flicker of interest there? He thinks there is.

“My sister already knows where I’m supposed to be, if I were to suddenly vanish,” she tells him in an arch tone. “And she’s a DA. And my father’s a cop.”

Of course. Leonard can’t help but smirk. He holds his hand out with a nod. “Len Wynters,” he tells her smoothly.

“Sara Avem.”

“Well, Sara. You think we could manage to be roommates a while?”

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Not as planned: Chap 2

Plan in place, the team heads to the first round of competition. Also on AO3

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Execute the plan

               The second morning begins much like the first. Leonard wakes to find Sara already training; they share coffee in the kitchen. Len enjoys the quiet companionship as they each prepare for the tasks at hand.

               Once Mick is up and they’ve had breakfast, the three prepare for the first day of the competition. Leonard sits on the patio, scanning the historical records on the competition in hopes of minimizing any change. Away from the furniture, Sara is sparring with Mick, walking him through tricks she’d picked up over the years and scolding him for things that will get him disqualified. In a way, it reminds him of life with the Rogues (well, aside from the crappy safehouses). There’s a comradery here, three people who can exist together. Without judgment, without scorn, something Len wasn’t sure he’d ever find again outside of Lisa and Mick.

               “Alright,” Sara’s voice draws his attention back up once more. “I, for one, need a shower before we do this.” She turns from Mick, giving a gentle touch to Len’s shoulder as she passes him into the living area. “You two decide on lunch!” she calls back over her shoulder.

               Mick drops unceremoniously into a seat across from Leonard. “I say we pick up burgers on the way in.”

               Len shrugs, adding a couple final notes to the small blueprint he’s sketched out for Sara. “Fine by me. We should have time to eat before you are in the ring.”

               It’s quiet a couple minutes before his partner’s voice again breaks into his thoughts. “You aught to make a move.” Mick motions toward the door. “Blondie’s interested, know you aren’t blind about it.”

               “First,” Leonard drawls, looking up from his work carefully rolling the papers. “Sara and I are…friends.” He holds up a hand to cut off Mick’s response. “Second, if I was interested, that is not pertinent to this mission.”

               “Cause you’re so likely to talk to her with the ‘ole crew wandrin around.” Mick rolls his eyes, rising once more. “I’m gonna go get ready.”

               Leonard watches him go, briefly wonders when Mick got quite so perceptive about the unspoken things between people around him. Len rises with a shake of his head, reminds himself that there is no unspoken thing between himself and Sara. They make a good team, that’s it.

               Once they’ve all changed into street clothes, Mick and Sara having packed a bag with clothes for the event, they begin the walk to the arena. They stop at a burger joint on the way, Mick and Sara solidifying a story about how they met and a few various details, should their relationship get questioned.

               It’s not until they get in sight of the building that Leonard gets to see Sara change. The warrior shifting into something entirely foreign. She tucks herself closer to Mick, the sway in her step bringing further attention to just how tight her jeans are (not that he’d noticed).

               “Name.” The bouncer looks between them.

               “Mike,” Mick offers a wild grin, “Heatwave.” The man nods, and Mick drops his arm to Sara’s waist, pulling her closer. “This is my girlfriend, Kara.” Sara just leans into him for emphasis, giving a little giggle that Len finds somewhat disturbing from the Assassin’s lips.

               “His trainer, Leo Wynter,” Len offers, gaining another nod from the man.

               “Alright, you’re clear.” He motions inside, and the three walk in.

               It’s easy enough to locate the locker room, Sara and Mick both pulling out their alternate outfits before heading to change. Leonard remains behind with their stuff, looking over the other contestants that have arrived early. The competitors are all a good size, but he doubts Mick will have any issue holding his own against them.

               Mick comes back first, black shorts with red and orange flames down the sides, predictable. He has a portion of his forearms taped up, hiding the worst of the burns than Leonard knows lay beneath. Sara comes out just after, footsteps heavier than her usually soundless movements. She’s still in the tight jeans, but in place of the T-shift she now wears a red crop top, her hair bouncing around her shoulders and lipstick a few shades to bright.

               But the playful amusement in her eyes is familiar, and offsets some of the strangeness. “So, the girls are definitely chatty, shouldn’t be too hard to slip into the ‘in crowd’.” She makes air quotations.

               “Good.” Len nods, motioning toward the ring. “I want you with us the first match, make an appearance, cheer your lover on. Then try and find our mark.” He tilts his head. “Do you have the –”

               Sara pats her pocket, “Yep.” She smirks at him. “This isn’t my first undercover op, Leo.”

               He nods. “Just being thorough.” He glances around. “The quicker we find the goblet turned trophy, the sooner we can get out.”

               “Just don’t hurry too much,” Mick cuts in, glancing between them. “I’m looking forward to a couple good fights.”

               Before either of them can reply a voice comes over the loudspeakers, “Five minutes competitors.”

               “That’s our cue,” Sara grabs Mick’s arm, “Let’s get this party started.”

               As it turns out, Mick doesn’t fight until the third match, so they stand off to the side watching. On the occasions Leonard pulls his attention away from the competitors, he finds Sara watching intently. It’s a familiar look, the warrior sizing up her opponent. He almost wishes that she was the one going to be in the ring, though with her training it would hardly make for a challenge.

               Finally, they call Mick out; Len checks his gloves, and puts his mouthpiece in place. Once they are both in the ring, Sara pulls herself up by the top rope to press a kiss to his cheek. Only those paying close attention notice her whispering in his ear before dropping back down.

               The bell rings, and Mick starts to circle the other figure. “Pointing out that his opponent favors to swing wide with his left arm?” Len glances over at her.

               She nods. “Easy opening for a rib shot.” She shifts to stand slightly closer, both standing with their arms crossed as they watch. “You did remind him that the goal isn’t to kill anyone, right?”

                “He knows a kill would prevent him getting another fight.” Leonard smirks. “He’s looking to forward to the competition for that.”

               “At least it gives Ray’s suit a break, I think he about melted it last time,” she quips.

               Mick’s opponent goes down hard, drawing their attention back to the ring. He manages to get up, and they go another round. Mick comes out on top, slipping out of the ring to join them once more. Sara grins, grabbing a towel from the stool beside her and handing it to him to wipe the blood from his lip. She and Len remove his gloves, and he pops out the mouth guard.

               “Hope that’s not the best they’ve got!” There’s a wild glint in Mick’s eyes that Len hasn’t seen since they last time they were in Iron Heights together. And for a moment, he’s not sure if this mission will work in their favor, or against it.

               They sit through another match, and then Sara sneaks off to try and find the artifact they were sent to retrieve. Part of him doesn’t like it; not because he doubts Sara, he doesn’t. But he’s used to being the front line of a heist, so if a problem arises he knows right away, can act without having to explain a plan.

               “Girlfriend’s were a bust, so was the office.” Sara states through the coms, Leonard lifting one hand to cover his ear to block the noise around him. “I’m going to go back to the lockers, maybe another competitor brought it.”

               “Keep alert,” he replies easily. “These aren’t the kind of men who like their belongings searched.”

               He hears her chuckle, “Copy that, Crook.”

               Mick goes back in the ring after that, and Len focuses on his friend, makes note that he’s learned several new moves. People have always accused his partner of being brute strength; they rarely credit him for the skillset he displays in hand-to-hand battle.

               “Um, guys, we have a problem,” Sara hisses over the coms.

               “What’s going on, Sara?” He watches Mick deliver another solid blow to his opponent’s jaw. And here he was beginning to think they might actually get through this plan smoothly.

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“It suits you.”

Compliment Starters

“What, this?” 

Apollymi playfully used her father’s smoke pipe. Well, she didn’t use it the correct way, by inhaling it, but she held it up and merely acted, just something she did idly while Wynter was around. Not only that, she had a monacle on and knew she was starting to look like a pompous ol’ gentleman.

“It’s my Turn of the Century look, glad you like it. I got bored- you know when you’re bored you get to do all you can to pass the time.”