#task: odessa

[chaosandcrimson]

Odessa Brody: Character Inspirations

Sloan Sabbith from The Newsroom Taylor Kelly from 9-1-1 Circe from EPIC The Musical

[ya-zz]

I’m finally here, boo! Me requesting something?? Whatttt.

I want mob boss Junkerqueen with a ftm reader, give me the delicious smut please 🙏.

I need to take that wonderful outfit off of her and pull her hair. 🙏

Yazz don’t make this shit super short either I’ll sob. I need full beautiful smut. 🙏

!! NSFW under the cut !! [Submissive Junkerqueen]

A mass of white filled your vision, from the dust grounds of Junkertown, something so crisp and clean never lasted long before it browned and dirtied.

Glancing up from your task, you see the queen, your queen, dressed in a white suit. Black and gold accents adorned her physique, her royalty showing. The skin of her stomach was showing, abs that you have trailed your fingers over time and time again begged to be touched once more.

She looked so damn fine.

"Cat gotcha tongue?" She speaks up, head cocked to the side and a smirk on her lips. She laughed when she saw your cheeks flush, hand running through her hair that had recently been cut and dyed.

It was hard to get words out, your heart was in your throat as you stepped closer.

"Careful." She warns, though she knew the effect that she had on you.

"Can't help it." You admit, hands grabbing at her waist. Her body was hot, skin soft as your fingers glide across her hips, toying with the belt.

"You just can't get enough." Her tone was playful, her own hands moving to cup your cheeks before pulling you into a kiss.

That kiss was all you needed, the one instruction you needed. Please your queen.

You didn't waste time in stripping the queen of her attire, feral hands pawing at her breasts as your slid her shirt off before tracing your fingers down her stomach to unbuckle the belt.

Odessa pushes you backwards towards the bed during it all, a hot mess of whimpers and moans as she devoured you, kisses to the lips and neck drawing out the most lewd noises from you.

Hands roamed, tugging and nipping at sensitive spots before you pushed her down onto the mattress below, straddling her naked body. Leaning over her, you kiss her neck, feeling her hands move over your back before staying there.

She mewls, something soft only you have been able to draw out of her and hear. She was herself when she was with you, so the moment that you tugged on her new locks, she moans out, eyes half lidded as her breathing becomes heavier.

"[y/n]..."

Kissing the corner of her lips, you hush her.

"Let me do this for you."

Forgetting all of her duties, her status, she nods, letting you take control for once. She knows how much you want to ravage her, to make her beg but your gentle hands that glide over her skin, sending tingles and sparks from head to toe are almost too much for her. She has never been treated like this before.

Someone so kind and loving, faithful. She has you. Her partner.

Lips and tongue trail over her skin, drawing out the sweetest of sounds from her throat. Hands and fingers drag down her sides before finally reaching where she wants you the most.

Something inside of her hesitates, her own hands coming down to pull you up. Was it too much? Was she backing out? She has power but now... she feels weak.

You look at her, confusion written all over your face before you smile, a reassurance that she was in safe hands. You had never seen her like this and it was a sight. The queen underneath you, her power dwindling as she lets go and lets you work.

Your tongue traces her navel, moving down before finally teasing her clit, her pussy already soaked. The sudden suction causes her to arch her back, a louder moan escaping her as pleasure overwhelms her.

Hearing her whine above you only pushes you to tease her more, tongue lapping her juices and twirling over her sensitive bud. Your hands keep her thighs pushed open though you know that when she gets close, they will close around you.

Odessa can't help but think to herself, body heating up rapidly as your tongue pushes inside of her cunt.

Perhaps it's not so bad to let go once in awhile...

[one-divides-into-two]

“It is wrong theoretically to equate the two tasks as if they were on the same level: “the task of preparing for an armed uprising” and “the task of leading the trade union struggle”. The one task is said to be in the forefront, the other in the background. To speak like that means comparing and contrasting things of a different order. The armed uprising is a method of political struggle at a given moment. The trade union struggle is one of the constant forms of the whole workers’ movement, one always needed under capitalism and essential at all times. In a passage I quoted in What Is To Be Done? Engels distinguishes three basic forms of the proletarian struggle: economic, political, and theoretical—that is to say, trade union, political, and theoretical (scientific, ideological, and philosophical). How can one of these basic forms of struggle (the trade union form) be put on a level with a method of another basic form of struggle at a given moment? How can the whole trade union struggle, as a “task”, be put on a level with the present and by far not the only method of political struggle? These are incommensurable things, something like adding tenths to hundredths without reducing them to a common denominator. In my opinion, both these points (the second and third) of the preamble should be deleted. Alongside “the task of leading the trade union struggle” can be put only the task of leading the general political struggle as a whole, the task of waging the general ideological struggle as a whole, and not some particular, given, modern tasks of the political or ideological struggle. In place of these two points mention should be made of the necessity of never for a moment forgetting the political struggle, the education of the working class in all the fullness of Social-Democratic ideas, and the need to achieve a close, indissoluble connection between all manifestations of the workers’ movement for creating an integral, truly Social-Democratic movement.

An armed uprising is the highest method of political struggle. Its success from the point of view of the proletariat, i.e., the success of a proletarian uprising under Social-Democratic leader ship, and not of any other kind of uprising, requires extensive development of all aspects of the workers’ movement. Hence the idea of contraposing the task of an uprising to the task of leading the trade union struggle is supremely incorrect. In this way the task of the uprising is played down, belittled. Instead of summing up and crowning the entire workers’ movement as a whole, the result is that the task of the uprising is dealt with as a thing apart.”

Lenin, in a letter to S.I. Gusev regarding a resolution from the Odessa Party Committee on the trade union struggle (13 October 1905)

[witchesroad-hq]

TASK RESULTS FOR THE -- MERRY CHRISTMAS, OR NOT EVENT

Pieces of Firework were earned by:

Kora Kauri, Daphne Styx, Clementine Granger, Cecelia Morales, Flora Beltane, Veronica Avery, Valina Kournikova, Jessica Campbell, Markus Shaw, Prometheus Ashfield, Odessa Ashfield, Eric Sherwood, Rowan Hawthorne, Marie Bradshaw, Amaros Coralin, Lucy Delacroix, Cade Soloman, Diana Dresden, Kane Avery, Grace Rosenberg, Nick Ronelle, Noah Williams, Caspian Vaughn, Amelia Wainright, Faith Hawthorne, Sage Devereaux

The missing pieces of a chess set were earned by (the significance will be revealed later on):

Kora Kauri (The Black Queen)

Valina Kournikova (The White Queen)

Lucy Delacroix (Black Pawn)

Kane Avery (The Black Rook)

Diana Dresden (The White Bishop)

Astrid Wren (White Pawn)

Cade Soloman (White Pawn)

Cecelia Morales (The White Rook)

Daphne Styx (White Pawn)

Wren Hawthorne (The White King)

Clementine Granger (Black Pawn)

Faith Hawthorne (The White Knight)

Matiu Kauri (The Black Bishop)

Veronica Avery (The Black Knight)

Gabriel de la Rosa (The Black King)

Old books were earned by:

Veronica Avery ("'Are the hunter, or be the hunted' - A rundown on the history of hunters in their sacred homes" by H. A. Miller -- With this book, Veronica is able to master the craft of dodging shot, magical objects, like fireballs, and waves of water)

Kora Kauri ("'Potions are wicked' - Magic, seen by different cultures" by Anna Easyfeather -- With this book, Kora is able to discover a rare potion ingredient in the forest, which allows her to create a potion that sooths mental pains, such as loss.)

[vahalia-cress]

⸸ Eve ⸸

The snow fell much differently in Gridania than it had in Ishgard, there hadn’t been a bite that chewed at the marrow, or the need to bundle up so fiercely but despite the clime, Vahalia knew it would have been the very celebratory gatherings Valeria enjoyed most.

While not one for holidays specifically Starlight, those feelings had come to change in a short amount of time. Whether it had been the loss of Valeria and the joy of the season Vahalia would no longer play witness to her sister’s expression, then perhaps it was the coming of being a mother now.

There was a pain betwixt her ribs, coiling itself along her heart but it had been slowly dappled away with gentle reminders and kind memories.

This….is where she had to be at this very moment.

The twinkling lights beyond, the laughter of the children that paraded around the stalls – all of it, a well-painted picture of the holiday itself. Starlight was upon them and while it was far too festive for Vahalia’s tastes, she embraced the change.

The magic, glitz, and wondrous glam of the season where loved ones gathered and friends found one another anew, she and Hakan walked the stalls for many hours and sought out several gifts for the children and the one to come in time.

By the time they had left, they had full arms of bags and boxes, and both mulled wine and cocoa to fill the spot and then some.

Three wooden rocking chocobos coupled with matching wooden chocobo toys, decorated cups, stuffed animals, and finely woven blankets were acquired as well as sets of wooden blocks for each. Idalia, Evran, and the one on the way would surely enjoy their gifts on the day of Starlight. Basic gifts but for children so young, it wasn’t a necessity to give them more than was required, even if it were their mother who could easily fashion a dozen ideas to spoil them during their first Starlight.

Practicality. Vahalia enjoyed the notion.

“This one here is for Amma.” Vahalia smiled as she held out a small silver ornament in the shape of a bell adorned with a deep navy bow. 

Idalia took hold of the ornament and giggled before trying to plop it into her mouth but Vahalia had eased the piece away from it’s doom to be slathered in slobber, “Amma!” the toddler squealed jubilantly as Vahalia used the hand-over-hand technique to guide the small child’s hand to the branches of the Starlight tree.

With Evran and Idalia safely within the confines of her legs, she assisted them in standing to place each ornament. A daunting task for one to partake in keeping the twins away from the many shiny things they sought to put their plump little hands on to inspect with their explorative mouths. They reminded her of ravens, driven toward all that sparkled and shone.

“Ah! And Auntie Ria.” she offered giving Evran the same shape of silver ornament dressed with a forest green ribbon. Using the same motion she sat with the pair, guiding them, introducing them to each name that was now simply burned to memory.

Amma. Their Grandmother Odessa who they would never meet. A face Vahalia would have to introduce them to in time when they could comprehend the connection to family members, even those who had been gone long before the twin’s arrival.

Ria. A woman they had met several times but had been far too young to truly know her or remember her. Good days, fond memories they would never be able to will into remembering. Valeria had been taken far too soon and thus neither of the twins would come to know her as the gentle, sweet loving woman Vahalia herself and others had come to know her as. However; she swore to keep her sister’s memory alive no matter what the approach might have looked like.

An all too familiar sting fluttered behind her eyes and Vahalia lowered her face to Evran’s shoulder, holding Idalia close in her lap as the children babbled and fussed over the twinkling lights far beyond their reach. They were entertained and happy.

That was more than enough for her. And certainly, when they were to take a visit with their father in Coerthas over the holiday, they’d be happy and well kept still.

"I would go so far as to say I expect it at some point. No request for force aid specifically, as that'd be a stretch, but still..." Hakan hummed, thoughtful, hand turning against Vahalia’s wrist so he could tap it. "A thought had occurred to me, that a future alliance could be solidified, depending on the personalities of the children." The familiar touch was enough to have Vahalia’s full attention, even more so when Hakan spoke so openly of his thoughts. Briefly she exchanged the gil for goods and she juggled the various bags around her arms for better carrying, "Interesting...drinks?" her head tilted briefly, "Are we speaking specifically between business that may carry down or are we speaking of betrothals?" Hakan’s gaze kept hers for a beat until his attention inevitably ran lower where it lingered. "Drinks," he parroted after a moment, not cold, but interested. "And both. I don't think we require a betrothal to ensure the alliance, but the truth is someone versed in the same world would, theoretically, be a better partner than someone completely ignorant and so on." Her light golden eyes nearly lidded as her attention drew away from Hakan, a small nod afforded in silence as she turned to find the area in which the mulled wines and other festive drinks had been held, "I see the appeal. Though...I doubt that would make me much better than my father in that regard. Moreover; you did say you didn't want them shackled to nobility and want them to be their own people. How can one achieve both as happy mediums?" The tall Highlander analyzed the selection on display as they rounded upon the beverage stall, the choices narrowing until they were, for him, between a mulled wine or hot cocoa. "Balancing their lives isn't up to us, but them. If you can even call the life they live that; the tutors your money can buy, spectators to races, duels -- They won't be shackled by feudal oaths as nobles are, but they'll still have to contend with individuals in power. Even if one of them is tied to the Kagetora, it needn't be to the heir. She has multiple children already. I didn't broach the subject with her, but it's something to consider through the years." The sable-haired woman inhaled deeply and nodded while Hakan spoke, "Mulled wine for me." Vahalia spoke to the clerk, " – and whatever the gentleman would like." slightly turning to Hakan she crossed her arms, "Something to consider perhaps, as you said. Plenty of time but it could very well be an interest to the Lady Ciri in time. Many moons in between to consider other options as well as the children to grow. Osric will not like the idea, as we well know. Especially if it has to do with Idalia." "That's for him to come to terms with; the marriage was political, the children's own would've been just as -- That you've actively moved away from that only changes it so much." Hakan lifted his chin in a pointed gesture to the cocoa, expecting the demand to be understood by the Clerk and it was. Vahalia's lips pulled into a small, secretive smile as she watched Hakan make his choice. The Clerk simply nodded and went about his business preparing the drinks which Vahalia eventually exchanged coin for, "Perhaps. But then again outside of Idalia, there isn't much he would have a say in. Which begs the question, do you intend for asking for more after a third?" a coy smile and a low hum escaped her as she reached for her drink and nodded to his own, turning to find a spot to sit so they count continue to converse.

There was certainly no denying Hakan had a point when he brought up the idea earlier that evening but Vahalia wasn’t without her reservations. Considering her children as bargaining chips would have made her no better than Adrian but the difference between them was tact and care. She cared for her children which wasn’t something she could ever claim Adrian had felt for her and Valeria. All choices and options that would come her way in the future for their succession would have to include careful consideration and precision in deciding or planning.

The Kagetora were a vast and wealthy, honorable clan, all of which Vahalia might have easily considered had it been the right time to do so.

She was not Adrian Cress.

Smiling as the twins had settled into her lap and both curled in towards her with sleepy eyes and low rambles, Vahalia kissed both of them against their pudgy cheeks and nestled them closer.

Just a little while longer, like this, holding them under the tree and rocking them to the soft hum of the tune she lulled them along with. How small they had once been and now she was finding it more and more difficult to be able to have the lap space for both when they took to using her as a resting space when it suited them, not truly knowing how fast they had been growing.

“The first dark spell the magus did say was cast by veiled figures in shadows that day.” she quietly sang into the space the three of them shared, “In shadows where they did secret rites on a cold winter’s eve beneath Starlight.”

[oxycontin-captain]

.... Where the fuck did it go?!

Odessa looked around, everywhere it could possibly be, while keeping her distance. She could hear the angered screaming no matter where she went, and though she tried to avoid it, it always felt like it was one step behind her.

She had searched the entirety of Medical, the lounge, and the front section of the cargo hold with no luck. She'd even searched the cockpit once all the screaming died down. She didn't like looking at the bodies in the rooms, couldn't stand knowing she could have done something more.

She couldn't make eye contact with Jimmy, for a number of reasons.

As she emerged from the cockpit and started to make her way towards the Utility room, she heard a sound that made her freeze. Her blood ran cold. A gunshot.

So that's where it went.

Whoever held it, Odessa didn't want to be around when they emerged. Given how little space was in Utility, she could only assume the shot was lethal.

She took off running, blowing past the Utility door and beelining for the cargo bay. Only three people left alive, and she was one of them- the second, unable to do anything to help or hurt.

Finding out who would emerge from that room was not on Odessa's list of tasks.

- @autumn-joyce ☆

Two shots. That was all it took to end the former intern—one a warning, the other final. Yet Curly still felt those young eyes searing into him, unblinking, a silent specter of judgment. Whispering. Accusing. Even if they weren’t… they probably were. The gaze wouldn’t let go, like a weight pressing down on his chest. Gritting his teeth, Curly shoved him away, his electric blue eyes blazing and raw, dry from what felt like hours without a single blink.

But Daisuke didn’t matter. He didn’t matter. What mattered was Jimmy—keeping him safe. As long as Jimmy was safe, Curly was a good captain. He had to be.

With trembling fingers, Curly reloaded.

He was a good captain. He was a good captain.

The medbay was empty. Except for Swansea’s body sprawled lifeless on the floor. The sight ripped the air from Curly’s lungs. His hands tightened around the gun until his knuckles whitened. The therapist. The fucking therapist.

He moved quickly, his breath ragged, every step making his hands shake harder. The utility room—empty. The cockpit—empty. He was running out of places, and time.

Finally, he reached the cargo bay. Darkness and silence greeted him, the vastness amplifying every desperate thud of his heartbeat.

“Doctor,” he called out, his voice raw and edged with desperation. “I know you’re in here. Give me Jimmy.”

[thomas-sanders-shipname-glossary]

The Plan so far

So, this blog was a very spontaneous idea I had yesterday (very late in the evening). So I took some time to think it through today, as well as get some more lists from other Fanders.

The plan now is to first create lists for the separate facets of the Thomas Sanders fandom, i.e. Sanders Sides, Shorts Characters, Cartoon Therapy and Roleslaying with Roman. (I'm sorry that this means I need to split up Remy and Emile for now, we'll get to crossovers later.)

For that to work, I need a comprehensive list of characters first. So this is my call for your help! I'll put a list of who I got so far after the cut and you can reply to this post or send me an ask about more characters I can/should include!

I'm really happy with the positive reactions I got for creating this blog, thank you for your support! 💗💙💖💙💜💛💚

Sanders Sides:

Patton

Roman

Logan

Virgil

Janus

Remus

Orange

Thomas

Nico

King

Dragon Witch (unsure if I should include her but if I do, this is where she'll be)

I know King is most commonly used as a sort of fusion of Roman and Remus but for the purposes of this list, I will see him as an entirely separate character and as such include ships between him and Roman and/or Remus.

Shorts Characters

Remy - Sleep

Teal/Teagan - Teacher

Dayd - Dad

Pryce - Prince

Andy - Anxiety

Dice/Anton/Cedric - The Critic

Linda - Thomas' Cowlick

Missy - Misleading Compliments

Nathan - Crimefighter Dude

Detective Sanders (from this series which I found through this post by @loganslowdown4!)

Percy/Magenta - Printer

Harley/Hart - Heart

Immy - Immune System

Brian - Brain

Dean - Denial

Sabina - Spam Bot

Ishmael - Ice Machine

Jasper - GPS

Scot - Scam Likely

Wieland - WIP

Phaelan - Phone

Fane - Fan

Steven - Electric Stapler

Ace - Action Hero that can't catch things

Rian - Rain

Mike - Microwave

Nessy - Illness

Apollo - Sun

Jericho - Moon

Taz / Tucker - Task

Bouce/Boucy - The Bouncing Ball

Anton - Antagonist

Pranks - Disney/Pokémon Pranks

Asher/Rudolph - Christmas

Jasper - Thanksgiving

Months

Jaana - January

Fabian - Feburary

Mara - March

April - April

May - May

Junie - June

Julia/Julian - July

Augusta/Augustus - August

Seth/Ember - September

Toby - October

Nove - November

Demetri/Odessa - December

Zodiacs

Ariel/Ari - Aries

Leona/Leonard/Leo - Leo

Candace/Candy - Cancer

Phillipa/Pip/Pippy - Pisces

Schuyler/Sky - Scorpio

Tara - Taurus

Sarah/Sally - Sagittarius

Caprice - Capricorn

Gemma - Gemini

Virginia/Ginny - Virgo

Liberty/Libby - Libra

Quinn - Aquarius

Cartoon Therapy (as far as I know, all the characters in this series are adults)

Emile Picani

Elliot

Mitchel (I don't actually know if that's how you spell his name)

Dot

Larry

Sloane

Corbin

Kai

Lauren

Sam

Roleslaying with Roman

Roman of Reston

Youngblood

Noise

??? (Mike)

Flow

Britney

Djembe

Bob Normie

Criss

Cross

Mother

Bard King

Ryker

There are many more characters in the series of course, but I do not know which it makes sense to include here, so please let me know! Also if there is another part of the fandom I forgot to include entirely.

[sinfulpetgirlrd]

Fandom: The Witcher Rating: Explicit Chapter Warnings: Holy shit this is a tame chapter! Really only warnings are mental breakdown and blood drinking Chapters: 22/?

As Petal slowly emerged from her deep slumber, she was plagued by a throbbing headache that felt like a group of wild elephants stampeding in her skull. She licked her dry, cracked lips, trying to rid herself of the sour taste of old blood, but her tongue felt thick, making it difficult to swallow and breathe comfortably. In a bid to alleviate her frustration, she tried to rub her face, but her body was weighed down by a crippling exhaustion that made every movement feel like a herculean task. She might as well have just regenerated from a pile of ash, so profound was her fatigue.

Groaning softly, she just lay there for a few moments, enjoying the coolness of the sheets against her oddly warm skin. Keeping her eyes closed, she scented the room, taking deep breath after deep breath as she allowed her body the time it needed to fully wake up. As she breathed, her top lip pulled back to make drawing in the different scents easier. In doing so, she noticed that her teeth felt different, sharper, like there were more fangs than just two…but, chalking it up to the fact that she felt horrid overall, she brushed the sensation aside before picking through the fragrances in the air. The space around her smelled stale, musty even, like someone had left a window open for months on end, letting the rain and snow seep into the woodwork. It was off-putting, but under it, buried deep below the metallic stench that always clung to vampires, was a smell she couldn’t really put her finger on. Something that smelled vaguely like Geralt’s home.

Intrigued, Odessa slowly opened her eyes and squinted at the harsh light cast from the candelabra that hung above her.

~~~

Contuine reading on AO3

[themnmovieman]

Movie Review ~ The Damned

THE DAMNED Synopsis: A 19th-century widow is tasked with making an impossible choice when a ship sinks off the coast of her isolated fishing outpost during the middle of an especially cruel winter.Stars: Odessa Young, Joe Cole, Siobhan Finneran, Rory McCann, Turlough Convery, Lewis Gribben, Francis Magee, Mícheál Óg LanDirector: Thordur PalssonRated: RRunning Length: 89 minutes After 12 years of…

[baenxietydad]

SwynRPWriMo: Task #30 - Character Wishlist - Version 1

I always do two versions of this, one is who I wanna play and one is who I want to see others bring!

This version is who I wanna see someone else play!

Tracker

1. Cornelius Robinson (fc suggestions include: Ke Huy Quan, Hu Bing, Ewan McGregor, Park Hae-soo, and Arian Moayed)

Come play my husband! I beg you<3

Give Franny her man 2025

2. Abby Park - suggestions include: Kwon Youngeun, Doyeon Yoni Nu, Oh Daun)

3. Wilbur Robinson (suggestions include: Anthony Kayvan, Shayan Sobian, Conan Gray)

Come play my son! <3

4. Miriam from Turning Red (suggestions include: Odessa A’zion, Beanie Feldstein, Misha Osherovich)

5. Esmeralda (FC suggestions include: Gratiela Brancusi, Mihaela Drãgan, and Raisa Mihai)

6. Teresa Lewis - Lilo & Stitch

one of the Mean Hula Girls from Lilo and Stitch lol, I wrote those skeletons and love them :3 honestly I’d love if someone wanted to be a girl gang with me with them haha. I have a small Mertle muse in my head xD Would love some more Indigenous rep so I’ve singled out Teresa here.

Some Pacific Islander fc include: Maile Akln, Maia Cotton, Tioreore Ngatai Melbourne, Remi Cruz, Ava Raine, Becca Hatch

7. Art or Gaston Framagucci, one of Franny’s himbo stepbrothers! (suggestions include: Tom Hiddleston, Karl Urban, Patrick Dempsey, and Shemar Moore)

8. Aaron Z (fc suggestions include: Han Hyun-min, Killy, Steve Lacy)

ANY of the 4Town boys lol I wrote their skeletons :3

9. Aaron T (suggestions include: Shayan Sobhian, Emilio Sakraya, Omar Ayuso)

10. Jimmy Ling (suggestions include: Zhang Zhehan, Alexander Hodge, Wei Zheming

11. Art or Gaston Framagucci, one of Franny’s himbo stepbrothers! (suggestions include: Tom Hiddleston, Karl Urban, Patrick Dempsey, and Shemar Moore)

[flora-ocs]

Duchess Odessa Lynn

Eye color: Green

Hair Color: Brunette

Age: 23

Who I imagine/face claim: Havana Rose Liu

-

Odessa Lynn’s life should have been the epitome of perfection. She had everything she’d ever needed. A comfortable home, money, a lady in waiting, doting parents, and she was heir to her family’s fortune. What more could she need? Odessa was happy. But she always felt as if something was missing from her life, she should’ve been the happiest girl in the world. She should’ve had no worries in the world. 

Keyword: “Should’ve”

Ungrateful would be an extreme overstatement. The best word to use for her is. Bored. She was bored. She was bored of the same tedious tasks everyday. She was bored of greeting the same people everyday. She was bored of each repetitive day that passed her by.

It’s not that she wasn’t ungrateful for her comfortable life, she just felt she needed something different. A change. Any type of change would be appreciated in her opinion. All she needed was something that strayed from her usually dull schedule.

That change hit her like a hurricane. But in the eye of the storm was Princess Alexandra Sinclair.

[ya-zz]

I Won’t Bite… Yet

She knew you had been watching her for awhile. You were terrible at hiding it but a part of her enjoyed the sneaky looks and glances. She enjoyed seeing you get flustered when she’d spot you.

Although, she didn’t say anything. Odessa was waiting… she was waiting for you to get the courage to speak before her. She would wait as long as it takes, even if it would be years in the future.

You were merely a sub servant for her, one she kept around, almost like a human pet. She wouldn't ask you to do the impossible, no, you were more of a keepsake for her, a trophy. A cute little thing she wanted by her side. She'd ask you to do the simplest of tasks; braid her hair, help her choose the outfits she wanted to wear. She'd watch over you as you'd clean her weapons, although she never let you touch Gracie, no matter what the order was.

And maybe that's where you fucked up. See, Odessa gave you her commands for the evening; Clean the weapons and draw the bath at nine. She'd be back a little after then - she was always true to her word.

Just like she had ordered, cloth rag in hand, you get to work. Her axe was always first. Delicate fingers tracing the rough edges to remove the muck. The dirt disappeared and the metal began to shine once more. Her gun followed the same procedure.

Once they were both clean, you check the time and head for the en-suite bathroom. It was early, so all you did was gather the bottles and place them by the tub in preparation for when the time came to start running the water.

It was that easy. Never a difficult task. Upon making your way back into the bedroom, you notice Gracie laying on the table.

Taking every ounce of strength you could muster, you approach the table again, looking down at the blade. Rust, dried blood and chipped away, she looked a mess. You knew you shouldn't, but to leave her in such a state?

Your hand reaches for the dagger only to be stopped by a voice calling out behind you.

"I wouldn't bother if I were you." Odessa places a hand on your shoulder. "She's such a beauty though, ain't she?"

Startled, you drop your hand, turning to look at the queen behind you. She only laughs in response as she stands next to you, grabbing the blade and admiring it.

She stays silent, seemingly in thought before she turns to you. "Go on then." Her hand raises, holding Gracie out to you, ushering you to hold it.

You hesitantly take the blade, looking over the chips and abrasions within the steel. It was more than honour you felt in that moment. Being this close to the queen, holding her one cherished item, it was overwhelming... and Odessa notices.

She grabs your chin, tilting your head back to look at her, a mischievous look within her eyes as she smiles down at you. “Oh, I’m gonna have fun with ya.”

Her hand retrieves the weapon, placing it back down on the table but her hand never left your jaw, her eyes never left yours. She had waited this long, no longer feeling patient. Odessa smirked as she bowed her head mere inches from yours and she felt the heat rise in your cheeks.

"You're cute when you're blushing." She leans in closer, lips brushing against your ear. "I've been watchin' ya for a long time. You can't fool me."

Your breathing catches in your throat, skin hot to the touch as her hand travels from your jaw to your neck, thumb gently caressing the soft flesh. The same hand then travels to the back of your neck, fingers entwining with your hair as her other hand goes to your chin, thumb rubbing gently over your bottom lip.

She dips her thumb between your lips, toying with your tongue before rubbing your spit across your lips messily. She smirks once more as she presses against you, mouth crashing against yours eagerly.

The height difference makes it slightly awkward for the pair of you, but hands travel regardless. Your hands were clawing at her back desperately, her one hand tugging your hair as her other caresses your cheek, pulling you closer to her.

She hums, breaking the contact for a moment, breath hot against your face and eyes half lidded. "That bath can wait a little longer."

She sees the desperation within your eyes as she pushes you back, mouth connecting with your neck as she sucks gently on the skin, marking you.

"I won't bite yet, my love." Odessa smirks, licking up the side of your neck before pushing you down onto the plush mattress. Her form towers over you, hands on her hips as she looks down. "My, oh my. What a sweet little thing you are." Her smile remains as she speaks once more, climbing over you and staring you down.

"And you're all mine."

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I got too carried away- @colemorrison... enjoy regardless~

[lazyvase]

PvWeek Finale (3/11/23)

Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

Due to recent retcons, the world of Overwatch now has a main villain: Anubis. The one and (now) only "God Program".

Cause and Effect

This rogue AI is singlehandedly responsible for the backstory of every single hero due to it causing the Omnic Crisis, AKA the single most important event in the Overwatch timeline.

Without Anubis:

Gabriel Reyes, Jack Morrison, Ana Amari, Torbjorn Lindholm, and Reinhardt Wilhem would have never joined Overwatch, for without the Omnic Crisis, Overwatch would have never been needed to form.

Echo would have never been made.

Lena Oxton would have never been a test pilot for Overwatch's Slipstream project, and subsequently gain teleportation powers.

Cole Cassidy would have never joined Overwatch. He would have remained the right-hand man to Elizabeth Ashe.

Genji Shimada would have died after the fight with his brother, Hanzo, for neither Overwatch nor Dr. Angela Ziegler would have been around to save him.

Dr. Angela Ziegler's parents would also still be alive. Perhaps without their deaths, Ziegler may have not been pushed as hard to put all of herself into nanobiology and the medical field.

Dr. Moira O'Deorain would have never been hired by Blackwatch nor subsequently by Talon.

Olivia Colomar would have never had to work for the Los Muertos Gang as she would not have been orphaned by the Omnic Crisis.

Jean-Baptiste Augustin would have never joined Talon as he would have not been orphaned by the Omnic Crisis.

Amelie Lacroix would have never been brainwashed by Talon as her husband would not be the leader on Overwatch's Anti-Talon Task Force.

Akande Ogundimu would have never become Doomfist as he would not have lost his arm in the Omnic Crisis. He would have remained a competitive martial artist.

Aleksandra Zaryanova would still be a national athlete if there was no Omnic Crisis to fight in.

Hana Song would continue to be a Starcraft champion if the Gwishin weren't still around.

Lucio Correia dos Santos would have not become a star if the Vishkar Corporation had not taken over his town.

Without the Omnic Crisis, Vishkar would not have grown as big through their reconstruction contracts. As such, they may have ignored a young and poor Satya Vaswani.

Zenyatta would have never become a part of the Shambali.

Ramattra and Bastion would have never been built.

Orisa would not have been able to be built by Efi, for the OR models would have not been developed enough without the models Anubis made.

Vivian Chase would have never joined Overwatch.

Fareeha Amari would have not been able to look up to Overwatch and be inspired to be a hero by them. She would also not be able to work for Helix Security International as the organization was made to replace Overwatch. Her relationship with her mother may be slightly better off however.

Dr. Mei-Ling Zhou would have never lost 9 years of her life and 5 of her colleagues if Overwatch did not employ them.

Winston would have never joined Overwatch once he returned to earth.

Hammond would have never become Wrecking Ball as there would not be a mech-fighting arena in Australia.

Without the Omnic Crisis, the Australian Liberation Front would have never formed. As such, the Australian Omnium would have not been blown up, meaning there would be no wasteland. No wasteland means no Junkertown. Odessa Stone would have been able to grow up with her father, mother, and siblings.

Mako Rutledge would have lived a life of peace.

Jamison Fawkes would have a nice and quiet childhood with his mother.

Brigitte Lindholm would have never been inspired to be a hero by Reinhardt Wilhelm. She also would not be named Brigitte.

Anubis is also responsible for the anti-omnic sentiments present in the current world of Overwatch, for the Omnic Crisis caused these sentiments. Thus, Anubis is responsible for Null Sector for two reasons.

Anubis is the reason why many corporations are doing well, because after the crisis many companies took advantage of the economic downturn and reconstruction processes. (Vishkar, Volskaya, LuMerico)

Also, I lied. Two heroes origins do not depend on Anubis.

Dr. Siebren de Kuiper's experiment still would have left his mind shattered.

Kiriko Kamori would still have to deal with the Hasimoto Clan after the fall of the Shimada Clan.

Regardless, it is undeniable that Anubis has had an immense impact on the world of Overwatch.

Who is Anubis?

Recently, a question has plagued me: what is Anubis like? What is its personality? What is its opinions and beliefs?

Now, many would say that Anubis is a soulless machine that shows no emotion or sentient thought. That Anubis's only goal or drive or personality trait is to kill all humans.

I disappointedly agree.

All evidence points to Anubis having no personality or true motivations. A truly soulless machine. Which I guess could be used as a parallel to other omnic characters (especially Ramattra). But, man, imagine if Anubis had motivations and beliefs.

Would Anubis see Ramattra as a traitor? See Bastion as a broken tool? See Echo as a mockery? See Zenyatta as useless? Would Anubis hold a grudge against the 76, Reaper, Ana, Reinhardt, and Torbjorn for its imprisonment? Would Anubis have an immense hatred for Pharah over her duty of keeping it locked up?

Perhaps those questions are best saved for another time. Especially since I'm afraid of how the Overwatch writing team will handle Anubis with a personality.

The Future

The big question is: what’s next for Anubis. It’s still a potential threat as it remains locked up. Furthermore, both Talon and Anubis itself are trying to free it. It’s only a matter of time before the biggest threat in the Overwatch universe is free.

I’d imagine if Anubis ever got free, the easy thing to do for the developers is have it take over Null Sector so they don’t have to design new enemy models. And in all fairness it just makes sense. Free army based on your designs.

The Future of PvWeek

As you should all know by now, I'm discontinuing PvWeek. This series has been an interesting and educational experience. I've learned to not do this. I often found myself stressing to make sure the PvWeek released on time. I was also forced to release some lackluster and unresearched PvWeeks. I much prefer to take as much time as I need/want on Overwatch lore posting. So that's what I'll do.

However, PvWeek will return. As said in the first PvWeek, I started this series in order to generate hype for the upcoming PvE. I've recently realized that it's going to be a while before the PvE is anywhere close to being released. So I'd be stuck doing this series for a long time. Which would very quickly lead to burnout. Something I want to steer clear from. I'll probably start PvWeek back up a few weeks before the release of the actual PvE. So stay tuned.

Thank you to all who read and interacted with PvWeek. Stay safe. And good luck on your weekly challenges.

See you around.

[witchesroad-hq]

TASK: 002

During this event, your characters can earn special prizes. They can earn multiple prizes, but the tasks have to be completed as a whole for one character (if it says so). For example: If I reply to one open starters with Rowan, and to one with Odessa, I have no tasks completed. But if I reply to two opens with Rowan, then I have earned a prize.

REPLY TO TWO OR MORE OPEN STARTERS WITH ONE CHARACTER

Your character earns an enchanted necklace.

POST TWO OR MORE OPEN STARTERS WITH TWO OR MORE CHARACTERS

Your character earns an old book. (Each will be individual).

POST YOUR CHARACTERS OUTIFT FOR THE EVENT

Your character earns a piece of firework.

WRITE A THREAD ABOUT A CHARACTER LEARNING SOMETHING NEW ABOUT A DIFFERENT SPECIES

Your character earns a phial with a dark, swirling liquid.

WRITE A SOLO PIECE ON YOUR CHARACTERS THOUGHTS ON CHRISTMAS, AND ON DETAILS OF THEIR PAST CHRISTMAS EXPERIENCES

Your character earns a missing piece of a chess set. (Each will be individual).

[starlethq]

     starlethq  ⭐️  is an  oc  rich  kids  /  celeb  group,  following  the  lives  of  young  adults  in  los  angeles.  with  a  new  gossip  website,  that  broke  through  old-time  classics  like  tmz  or  people.com  by  posting  leaked  informations,  no  one's  career  is  safe.  starlethq  introduces  an  interactive  gossip  blog  that  will  have  input  on  your  character's  career,  making  monthly  announcements  of  cancelled  and  renewed  tv  projects  and  holding  awards  shows,  as  well  as  audition  calls  and  on  top  of  that,  using  points  system,  plot  drops,  interactive  events  and  tasks,  we  are  focusing  on  character  and  connections  development,  giving  you  space  to  not  only  introduce  your  beloved  muses  to  a  new  world,  but  also  a  room  to  test  out  a  new  character  you  had  in  mind.

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admins: online / lurking /  offline.

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latest update: opening  details

     ★     reservations  +  accounts  awaiting  under  the  cut.

reserves:

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accounts:

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[medtech-mara]

Let me introduce you to Titus Atredies, CEO founder of ODESSA, and Black sheep of the Atredies family. He was sent to earth, just before his Space colony was damaged by a solar flare. He was tasked with his other siblings to prove their business prowess and to make 1 million eurodollars, no matter how they do it, to prove they could run Atredies Space. His body, fully bodysculpted, his Texan accent fabricated, he created his own image. (Handsome if i do say so) This man, got more than he was bargained for when he met Amber "Pacifica" Fox at a bar in Santo. The two in the whole building that suck out like a sore thumb. Now he's having to prove that he's different from all the other "Grabbers" to the Desert Foxes to keep seeing Amber. credit: TheNamelessJoe