#the watcher and the thief

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Tag Game: How Cuddleable Are Your OCs?

Thanks to @willtheweaver for the tag here and @fourwingedwriter for the tag here!

Rules: Answer the above question using a scale from 1-10 and include context!

For the main cast of The Watcher and the Thief:

Hector: 3.5/10 Not a touchy-feely sort of person, the closest he'd get is a surprise hug from his apprentice.

Luc: 7/10 Depends on the person he's cuddling with, usually family like his siblings or close friends.

Octavian: 2/10 Avoids unnecessary physical touch if he can help it.

Rift: 8/10 He'd give a hug so he could pickpocket the person he's hugging.

Kaira: 6.5/10 No concept of personal space, but usually backs off if she senses discomfort. Usually.

Tagging @chronicallydragons @spitefulbull @gummybugg @thethistlegirlwrites @stargazer-luna

@theeccentricraven @elizaellwrites and anyone else who wants to rate their ocs' cuddleability! :D

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Some memes from Tales from Valaria

(The Hunter, the Myth and the Cure):

(The Watcher and the Thief):

(Magician's Bait):

April Fool's! Instead of sharing an excerpt, share a meme or incorrect quote related to your WIP, OCs, or published work 😘

[justaz]

wait,, in the lightning thief it was established that hades visited olympus on the winter solstice since it was the darkest day of the year and all the ancient/evil magic stirred, right? but in the titans curse, percy and co visit olympus on the winter solstice but hades isn’t present. it could be a moment of rick just forgetting his previously established world building but i propose that it was hades in mourning as his daughter just died like two days prior so he didn’t want to bother with his family and their bickering

[clockworkbee]

Kinda love it when writers address the readers in their books.

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Octavian: the emotional damage of discovering that your entire species has vanished while you were imprisoned

Draven: shot in the shoulder

Reese: got cut up by broken glass, PTSD of getting kidnapped 3 times

Luc: cursed wound that wouldn't heal by conventional means

Damian: any and all injuries received while held prisoner

What's the worst your character has ever been hurt? 

[archersgoon]

generally when it comes to more physical froiactivities in modern aus i divide them into two categories. 1 is whatever's acting as his assassin equivalent. contact sports and anything with classical training (bar singing. & maybe instruments) go here. these normally need some kind of deeply serious history (from per&trev) (or so they claim) and a very clear expiry date (your knees? fucked). most importantly he has to be dead fucking serious about it to the point that neither we as the audience or froi himself can identify if it's actually bringing him any joy (think christian bale doing the patrick bateman face in newsies dancebreaks. i can't find the video but trust). but he is very very good at it . the other is whatever's acting as his life-changing charynite trip. this is where basically everything else (your school musicals, your big bands, your froitariq pitch perfect shower scenes, etc.) goes. be warned though anything you do here necessitates gargarin being at least adjacent to whatever the activity is (director garg....)

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Sorika: Moonlight Watcher

Designer's Reflection: Moonlight Watcher

Obtained: Moonlight Watcher event

Rarity: SSR

Attribute: Purple/Sexy

Awakened Suit: Night Camouflage

Story - transcripts from Designer's Reflection

Chapter 1 - Fluffy Biscuit

Chapter 2 - Strawberry Shortcakes

Chapter 3 - Candied Cherries

Chapter 4 - Honey Scones

Story - summarized

Sorika grew up in the slums, stealing to survive. But one day, after swiping some biscuits from a bakery, she got caught. The other slum kids rushed out to try and save her, but it was too late. But not all hope was lost - the sheriff recognized what Sorika was trying to do and adopted her.

The police chief had lost his own daughter years ago, so the two bonded quickly. He taught Sorika how to fight, defend herself, and distinguish right from wrong. All was well.

Until one night, when a woman ran to their home, begging for rescue from break-ins. The sheriff took off right away. But the rest of the police force appeared at the house, barging in and destroying everything. Apparently, they caught her father trying to break into a home and harass the family. So they killed him on the spot.

Sorika knew the truth, but the officers didn't care. They stole one of her father's precious heirlooms and arrested her, a slum girl they happily claimed to be an accomplice to crime.

Years later, that same heirloom was up for auction. Sorika waited for the right time to strike. Finally, she broke in. She created enough chaos that no one noticed her - except for one waiter, who claimed she was the Black Queen of legend come to punish sinners.

Sorika walked away with her father's treasure, but not before stopping by the old bakery once more.

Connections

-We've met one of Sorika's descendants in Love Nikki. Sofia loves being an actor and dancer, but as part of the Phantom Thief family, she needed to steal. So, an agent named Lisa pretended to steal the Star Sea dress to give cover for Sofia.

-Qin Yi also grew up in the slums, too. He recounts his poor childhood before joining the troupe in his Reflection for Pollia Mist Silk.

-It's no secret that Pigeon Kingdom is corrupt. Most of Mercury's Reflections from Pigeon, about Pigeon, or including his childhood display horrific abuse and hypocrisy.

Fun Facts

-All the chapters are named after desserts.

-"Biscuit" means "cookie" in Great Britain, and Shining Nikki's translations switch between American and British dialects. So any American wondering why there was "syrup on top" of the biscuit, that's why: it's a cookie, not a bread-roll.

-Sorika is best described as an anti-hero, kind of like Robin Hood: they both commit crimes and do bad things, but only for righteous reasons, like feeding the poor.

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Rain, wildfire, clear skies for the ask game?

(in reference to this ask game)

💧Rain - What's the most emotional scene you've ever written?

Answered here!

🔥 Wildfire - Who is your most emotional character and why?

Hmmm tough call.

Jas is a spitfire, spends a lot of The Legend of Orian Goldeneye in a state of pissed-off (I would too, if I got isekai'd then arrested and a bunch of other stuff). She is also highly empathetic, when she's not angry.

Draven's much the same way, if we're being honest. His default state is more frustrated than furious, but he can also get ticked off really easily. In the first chapter of The Hunter, the Myth, and the Cure, part of his motivation for taking the job that got him into the Fells in the first place was because the messenger was just a kid affected by the attack.

And then we have Jarsali, the queen of bottling up emotions like bottling up lightning until it all comes spilling out at the wrong moment.

🌌 Clear Skies - How long have you been writing your current WIP?

The Hunter, the Myth and the Cure -> late 2021, though Octavian and Draven's first meeting was first written before that. So roughly three, almost four years.

The Legend of Orian Goldeneye -> January 2023 was when I started the first draft, and I finished it in September 2023. Jas as a character predates the first draft, in 2022 at some point, though I don't remember how long before. Definitely my youngest if you don't count Writemas or Forsaken.

Trials of the Six -> 2019. Earliest record is from an email draft in 2019 with the first chapter. It has evolved a LOT since then my goodness. Surprisingly this isn't the oldest WIP on the list.

The Watcher and the Thief -> 2018 was the early early early versions of this WIP, back when it was my D&D ranger's backstory. I don't think it started evolving until 2020 when I actually made the file for it, and the current draft didn't exist until around 2022. So yeah, that's my oldest WIP. It's not my first attempt at novel writing, I think this might be the third? The first was a shitty videogame fanfic, and if I recall correctly the second was also D&D style fantasy, but I don't think I ever made a digital file for it, so it only exists in one of my notebooks somewhere.

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Thank you for the tag! I'll do this for the cast of The Watcher and the Thief:

Hector: I... y'know what I deserved that. Luc: Huh. That's fair. Hurts, but fair. Octavian: *sigh* no, you're right. Rift: Touché. Kaira: *eye-roll* sure.

Gently tagging @fourwingedwriter @elizaellwrites @writingphoenix @faytelumos @illarian-rambling and open tag! :D

Your line: Words cannot describe how much I want to hit you with a folding chair.

Character voice tag

Shoutout to @mk-writes-stuff for the tag

My line is: Where are we? How did we get here?

Characters from A Feather in the Forest

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Fen: Wait a minute. Did we get lost? How?

Ivy: I am 100% sure we are lost.

Rail: Now this does not look familiar at all.

Quill: I don’t think we’re supposed to be here. Wherever ‘here’ is anyways.

Nettle: We’ve gone off the map. How? I have no idea.

Leif: I don’t say this often, but I’m saying it now: I have no idea where we are.

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Tagging @mysticstarlightduck @tildeathiwillwrite @smudged-red-ink @whatwewrotepodcast @agirlandherquill @drchenquill @splashinkling @jakkon-and-rose-topic @revenantlore @phoenixradiant @melpomene-grey and open tag

Your line is: Yeah, I deserved that.

[0alix0]

Rook's backgrounds make no sense or gatekeeping is good, actually

It's didn't sit well with me ever since bioware admitted that all 6 background for Rook can be played by any race you choose

Looking back at Origins it's clear why most of the backgrounds were race-specific. Not only it provided a better understanding of the separate cultures (you wouldn't really understand what dwarfs are about if you were able to play as a surface dwarf commoner) it also established the rules of the world (elves are opressed, you can't become a queen/king cuz the nobles will riot, humans colonize them and inforce their religion and rules on everyone, dwarfs are considered weird)

Now, looking at the veilguard, I can't help but ask:

How can a fully grown dalish with vallaslin be a crow? They buy slaves as a way to get more assassins, usually elves, children, so they could easier ruin their psyche. why the hell would a dalish stand for it?

How can a qunari be a Gray Warden? Wardens don't discriminate, sure, but this far, we haven't even heard of a qunari warden. Rook should be a legend, Rook should be questioned at actually being a warden by NPCs, OR sit in some Warden outpost and being studied by their mages, because no one actually knows how Blight and joining might work with Kossith body instead of running around with Varric.

Veiljumpers were organized by dalish, right? Then why in the world would a human be allowed to join? How and why did they change their minds to accept literally anyone, even if it's a potential threat/thief(Morrigan)/zealot/etc..?

How can a dwarf, someone who isn't even connected to the fade be a Veiljumper?

How can a dwarf be a part of the Mourn Watch? A Mortalitasi, an exclusively MAGE order? What can they even do?? Preform a non magical mummifications with herbs and salts like Egyptians did? Sweep the mausoleum? Be some sort of a funeral organizer/lawyer/genealogist? That could've been really interesting if only the game actually bothered to say anything about it. It did not

"Well it's up to your headcanons!" then why make the backgrounds in the first place??? They don't matter anyway!

I mean, obviously it was just a way to promote the game to older fans. Look, the backstories! The thing you've been craving for is back in game! Only they forgot what actually made them so great. The most important part. They mattered, they created a basis for my character. They gave them families, connections. They changed the way my character is perceived (elves in general) and what they can do plotwise (become a monarch/paragon).

I don't fucking care if 3-5 NPCs might have some additional dialogues for me, cuz they don't matter anyway. I don't even know these people, i never met them before, my character did, but I didn't. And now I don't care enough to know. like, i'm playing as a mourn watcher, but before going to Nevarra i barely knew anything about them, and what i know now is still rather surface level shit

Let alone the fact that all the backgrounds are practically the same. You pissed off some influencial people by doing good and was send away. Bravo.

........if this post gets one like I'm writing my own ideas for DA4 protagonist's backgrounds

[noodlewritez]

Dirty thief

Pairings: Carl Grimes x Savior!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Negan's kid!reader, hate sex (But they actually hate each other so no kissy kissy stuff), really gross, sloppy oral (M!recieving), cussing

It was 3:39 AM. You throw your rope over the side fence of Alexandria. Sneaking your way around to the armory, unaware of the blue eye watching you from across the street.

Earlier that day, you had gone with your dad's right hand man, Dwight as he was picking up supplies. You saw the armory, looking through the door window, seeing the guns, the gorgeous detail on the guns. Knowing your dad, Negan, wouldn't let you have a gun, you planned to take one, in the middle of the night when no one was awake. You knew they had guard watchers for the main gate and the main gate only so you had to go through the woods to get to the side. You land in a cul-de-sac, running lowly so no one could suspect anything.

You make it to the armory, slamming your body harshly but quietly against the door, popping it open. You're suddenly on the ground, tackled by a tall teenager, someone around your age. You could barely make out any features, the only recognizable trait being the hat you saw on the leader's son that day. This should be easy.

You get up and punch him in the jaw then he pushes you to the ground. "You fucking thief!” He whispers harshly at you, pinning your wrists to the wood floor. You kick him in the hip, getting up and attempting to run before he grabs your leg and slides you under him, straddling you now.

You notice the bulge in his jeans and you smirk and stop fighting back, letting him keep your wrists pinned. "Are you fucking enjoying this?" You spit harshly. His eyes widen but he quickly tries to hide his surprise that you noticed the state he's in.

"Shut the fuck up." He growls. "Tell me that all you want, but I'm not the one who's harder than a fucking rock, now am I? You fucking like that you pinned me down and you sure like the idea of us fucking so cut to the chase and do it already." You spit. He contemplates, still pinning you down, straddling you then rolls his eyes. "You better make this fucking quick."

He releases your wrists, standing up and unbuckling his belt while leaning against the nearest wall. You follow, waiting for him to fish himself out of his own jeans. You roll your eyes as you get fed up. "Jesus fucking Christ, do I have to do everything for you?" You dig his hard, angry cock out of his jeans, sliding them down to his ankles. He takes control, his fingers, digging into your hair as you take him in your mouth. "Fuck, do I have to do this everytime to shut you up?" He pants.

Your spit drips down onto the wood floor and down the throat he was using, soaking your shirt. You fingers hook around the back of his legs, pushing him further down your throat, now feeling him deep in your throat, your nose now buried in his loins. Now, you can fucking taste his sweet precum as he whines, moaning. His hands fasten his movement on your head, up and down his hard length, throwing his head back. "God...dammit..." He gasps, he was getting close.

You pull off of him, standing up to remove your shorts and your soaked panties and shirt when he picks your right thigh up, his other hand pumping his cock and rubbing it against your clit, teasing you. "You said you wanted this to be quick." You try not to whine at the sensation, scratching his back harshly, possibly drawing blood. He inhales sharply and slams into you, feeling all eight inches inside your spongy insides. He lifts up by your other thigh, pressing your whole body against the wall, biting our shoulder, making you hiss.

He starts pumping into you relentlessly, utterly using you to get himself off. You pant and squeeze your eyes closed as you try not to make a pleasurable sound, not giving him what he wants but god, the way he was pounding right on your spot. You moan, scratching his back, digging into his back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." You chant, getting dizzy as you feel your orgasm building itself up.

You dig your nails into his back and squeeze your eyes shut once more, waiting for the orgasm to hit you as there was no sign of him stopping. He feels you clenching and slows his place, smirking. Your eyes open. "What... the fuck?!" You pull back, looking him in the eyes with an angry look. "Oh...I'm sorry, did i stop something?" He smirks. "Want me to keep going?" He coos mockingly.

"Keep fuckin' going, Grimes." You growl and with that, his hips start snapping against yours once again. You throw your head back against the wood walls and bite. "If only you looked as good as you fucked, Grimes, Christ...." You whine as his pace picks up. "This is all your fucking good for. Just a hole for me to fuck." He pants, looking down at you sucking him in, the sight getting him off more than it fucking should. You feel your orgasm crawl back closer to you, your hands finding his scalp and pulling his hair.

"God...."

He smirks, finding pleasure in you trying to hide your sounds. "Fuck, anyone else know what a little slut you are, or do you save it just for me?" He growls in your ear and fuck, that's what breaks you. You cum all over him, coating him, you throw your head back, pulling his hair tighter in between your fingers as you moan loudly.

"God, you are just a fucking slut, liking it when I insult you." he smirks, pounding non-stop until he groans and leans his weight on you, spilling into you. "Fuck...Fuck." He moans.

He pulls out, both of you standing on wobbly legs now. You pull your shorts on, strutting out of the door as confident as you can muster as you pull your shirt on.

You don't see him again until Dwight takes you for the ride to another supply pick-up. You get out of the truck to see him except this time clothed. You flush as you see him, walking towards him when Dwight wasn't looking. "You're limping." He bites back a smile. You roll your eyes, that's all you need.

"Until next time?" He looks you up and down then winks at you.

Next time?

[tildeathiwillwrite]

LMAOOOOO He would hate that she calls him Heck but there's nothing he can do about it!!! I'm imagining a "tag along to catch some criminals!" interaction to go something like

Hector: whatever happens, you stay by Luc Lutian: *lying* sure thing Heck Luc, internally: is this a punishment? Did I do something wrong?

And no one gets seriously hurt but Hector and Luc have to rescue aforementioned criminals from some Home Alone-style shenanigans. Crime in the city significantly decreases after that night. Hector gains several new gray hairs.

OC Interaction Tag Game

My thanks to @tildeathiwillwrite for the tag! Sorry it took so long!

Rules: Provide a short description of your OC, then using the description given by the person who tagged you, describe how you think the two of them would interact.

Tagger's OC: Hector Epsilona is Caenum's resident Watcher (which is a detective/bodyguard/mercenary-type job). He knows the law (and its loopholes) very well, and uses both extensively, and enjoys a small amount of freedom to operate outside the law if he sees fit. He is extremely protective of and attached to those he cares about, especially his apprentice, Luc. He is generally polite, if a bit stern, and is always looking for a way to turn something into a lesson.

My OC: The Wheel has chosen...

Lutian!

Lutian is the 12-year-old crown princess of Knithren. She's good at pretty much everything, though she's not exceptional in any one field. For her age, though, she has a surprising grasp of wizardry, able to produce simple forces and temporarily create basic elements. She can be polite, but she prefers to be casual or mildly insulting, and loves playing tricks on people. She's only just begun to lay out a personal philosophy, but she practically idolizes her father and does her best not to do anything he seriously disapproves of, so she keeps her word and tries not to cause lasting harm to the people she nuisances. She abhors minders.

Their Interaction: Lutian would appreciate Hector's (or "Heck", as she's more likely to call him) deep knowledge of the law and the virtues he shares with her father, but she'd probably appreciate them from a distance. They wouldn't personally like each other all that much, as his stern nature and her hatred of being minded would clash almost immediately. The most surefire way to mend their relationship would be if Heck would let her "tag along to catch some criminals!" She'd let him lead the way and listen to what wisdom he has gladly so long as she can get a piece of the action.

NP tagging @pluppsauthor, @elizaellwrites, @aalinaaaaaa, and open tag!

[ethicaltreatmentofcowplants]

part ii (part i)

“Caden, prior to this competition I would have taken one look at you, then dismissed you. And I would have been wrong. I was never expecting you to be this good natured, easy going and simply likeable, and even Araminta conceded that you have ‘far superior manners’ than what you demonstrated during your introduction. Don’t pack your bags just yet - unless it’s to join me in Round Two. Oh, and for future reference, I like a good Malbec.”

“Struan, a couple of times I took your shyness for disinterest or playing games, and that was on me. But you���ve more than proven me wrong. I’ve never tried ginger before, and now I find myself quite partial to it. Sorry - I don’t know who in the writer’s room comes up with this shit. In short, I like you and I want to keep you. You are thoroughly genuine and unpretentious - see you next round.”

“Sage - you are an absolutely atrocious thief, but fortunately you have a better chance of stealing my heart. Uh, much like The Swings of Power, I wouldn’t be surprised if the script for this was actually written by AI - so I’ll skip the rest of it. You’re fun with just the right amount of quirkiness, and you’re also coming with me to the next round. I’ll be looking to see if we can build on what we have.”

“Briar, we have the beginnings of a beautiful friendship, but I’ve yet to see whether it could ever be anything other than that. You reacted favourably to my flirts, but you never once returned them. Still, I get that some of us need a little more preheating than others, and I definitely want more time with you. I look forward to seeing you next round.”

“Cassie, you had a lot of initial bad impressions to overcome, and while others have scored higher, I think that you’ve done well considering. You show more gumption and readiness with the farm work than I was expecting, and I want to see if you have even more surprises in store. While I can’t guarantee that you won’t be rostered yet again on cooking, I can tell you that you’re not heading home just yet. Sorry babe, but it will be a while before we end up anywhere you can get a decent latte or manicure.”

“Giovanna, you seem to have a slow-burn approach to romance that obviously isn’t well suited towards all of this, and while I’ve struggled to get a read on you, I feel as though I have enough to go on to give you what more time I can - for now. I get that not everyone is as… tactile as me, so if you’re feeling it, just give me some indication in whatever way is most comfortable to you during the next round.”

how scores were calculated

And our upper-mid to lower-mid scores are here. While I take a "the points are law" approach to this, not everything can be conveyed through them and so I chose to reflect this in Lilac's remarks.

Those who have a contestant in the bottom six, be forewarned that Lilac wants to light a fire under some of their butts and what she says to those who remain may be quite blunt - but the Watcher loves everyone in this bar.

@mdshh @lindyloosims @panicsimss

@jonquilyst @bakersimmer @ravingsockmonkey

[teecupangel]

Been holding a thought on my brain for too long abt putting Desmond in Situations: have you watched Dimension 20's The Unsleeping City? At least s1. Bc 1) watch it, it's so good & 2) I specifically in this situation think abt Bad Weather being the normal version of the bar in Broadway that Kingston & Misty go to. Pre-canon Desmond seeing past the Umbral Arcana & getting involved in magic shenanigans..... Yeah.

You know his latent Eagle Vision is peeling out & seeing the magic shit happening in New York City. You KNOWWWWW. Please tell me one of your followers has been thinking this too.

I have good news for you, nonny, because I have just started watching Dimension 20 this year but I am a slow watcher so I’ve only gotten as far as the first 3 episodes of Unsleeping City season 2 (atm, I think my fav D20 moment is with the Bad Kids’ “Spring Break, I believe in you!” XD). I’m one of those few people who’s pathway to D&D and TTRPG is Oxventure→No Rolls Barred/Chaotic Neutral→Mystery Quest so I am absolutely late to the party XD

Anyway, for this one, we need to do a bit of housekeeping.

I’m basing this on the title of the opening theme New York 2006 because I think that’s the year Season 1 was set (feel free to correct me though)

This means that Desmond would be 19 at that point and we can push it that he’s already working in Bad Weather.

Now, I like the idea that Bad Weather is the normal version of the bar that Kingston and Misty goes to but, may I suggest an alternative?

An earlier possible way to add Desmond to all these shenanigans is to make Bad Weather one of the bars Sofia and Kugrash go to for their ‘hairy baby free drinks scam’.

Towards the end, maybe the last bar they go to, Desmond walks up to Sofia and requested that they leave because the big rat pet she had would make other customers uncomfortable.

Sofia and Kugrash are already drunk at this moment but they hear Desmond call Kugrash a rat and are like “you can see him???”.

Kugrash immediately remembers Desmond as one of the homeless kids he helped when Desmond first moved into the city and had clocked him as ‘strange’ because there was something about him that felt... not exactly magical but almost magical-adjacent.

This ends with Sofia and Kugrash inviting Desmond to their new party as a recruit (with Sofia thinking both (1) this boy needs someone in his life to take care of him and now I’m trying not to cry because my cheating (as far as she knows) husband and I never had kids and (2) maybe he and Pete can get along as newbies with me)

And that is how our Intrepid Heroes managed to recruit an Assassin Rogue who may or may not multiclass to Gloom Stalker in a different playstyle to Liam Wilhelmina.

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Unorganized Notes:

This is a Desmond who doesn’t know about his destiny or his ancestors but his training on the Farm is so ingrained into him that it makes him a Rogue.

Because of his lack of knowledge, we can argue that he could turn into a Thief Rogue instead of Assassin in this one because he had never assassinated anyone before.

In terms of playstyle, he’d actually be more a close combat attacker that uses some kind of switchknife with sneak attack being part of 'bonus action: hide -> main action: sneak attack')

Another suggestion I have is for Desmond to subclass as Phantom, more because of ‘Whisper of the Dead’ where every short or long rest, he can gain one skill or tool proficiency and the flavor text describes it as one of the ghostly presence shares its knowledge to the user. Desmond has no idea what this means because this is pre-canon but this is actually his ancestors managing to create a link to him in some form thanks to the Umbral Arcana mixing with his ‘destiny’.

If you want Desmond to be given the illusion of choice and not be a Rogue, we can make him a Warlock ‘worshiping’ an unknown Fathomless. In this setup, they don’t know who Desmond’s patron is and Desmond himself just shrugs because he can do magic so that’s nice. Part of his deal is that he receives messages from his patron in the form of texts on his phone. They all come from an unknown number he can’t call and the texts are always like ‘The Scholar is pleased with your desire to learn about the history of this place’ or ‘The Prophet is worried of your health and asks that you requests your companions for a rest’ or ‘The Hunter suggests you still find a weapon even if you are using magic’ and this is some weird shit even for Kingston because it seems like Desmond has multiple patrons or maybe even an entire pantheon of unknown gods/beings.

Abstergo is going to be so fucked in this one because, by the time they try to kidnap Desmond, he’d probably be around level 10~12 and maybe even living with Pete in his apartment.

And yes. Desmond absolutely knows Ricky as Mister March as well XD

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Oooh, for the thing - holding them close by the hips, with either Swiss/Aeon or Cirrus/Aurora plsssss

Double whammy >:3c

“Act natural.” Aeon whispers, whirling her into his arms. The welcoming gala for the next Papa was in full ceremonial swing, which meant no one had a chance to get naked yet. She couldn't wait to slip out of the short and poofy little number she’d picked out. Aeon's blush told her it would happen sooner rather than later. “Watchers at two and five o clock.”

“Who?” She breathes, next to his skin and smiles at the goosebumps that prickle up. He's so easy.

“Swiss. And Cirrus. Lookin’ like a couple of predators.” He leads her in some half-assed waltz, keeps stepping on her toes. What clumsy, easy prey they must seem to the older ghouls.

“Okay.” She says nonchalantly. “Are we leading them on a chase? Causin’ trouble?” They turn and she spots them. Closer together now, eyes narrow. Calculating. She smiles and blows a little air kiss. It isn't returned. Her heart skips a beat.

“Are we in trouble?” She asks with a little giggle as the crowd closes around them, and the hunters vanish. “I didn't do anything. What did you do?”

“Nothing!” Aeon says nervously. His ears twitch, his obvious tell. Aurora pokes her tongue out between her lips at him and he scrunches his face as she tries to lick him.

“Tell me!” She sings breathlessly.

“Rory!” He pleads.

“Kiss me.” She demands, and he does without protest. Her little Bug was always so good at following orders, from the time they met each other fighting for food scraps in the pit. Now here, the source of Lucifer’s power on earth and he still runs to her for help getting out of hot water.

“Smoked Swiss' weed and stole one of Cir’s bras.” He mutters when they part. “I heard her coming and panicked so I hid in your room. That's why she's mad at you.”

“Aeon!” She gasps, scandalized. Still grinning wickedly when he finally looks at her again. “Nasty little thief.”

Coincidentally, her first words to him when he tried to steal a particularly meaty behemoth thigh away from her. They’d tussled until she realized he was hard and then she rode him in the blood of the dead beast. No truer friendship had there been since.

“Do you think you’ll learn your lesson this time?” She coos, turning again. She can't see the hunters anywhere. Could be a good thing. Could be a bad thing.

“Yes.” He says instantly.

“Too fast, liar.” She teases. “Ooh, do you think she'll spank us?”

She doesn't care that she's being framed. Hell knew she deserved some kind of comeuppance for her own mischief, although she was far better at concealing her tracks than Aeon.

“We’ll start with a spanking.” Comes a cold voice. "Then proceed as we see fit from there." Firm hands slide around her waist, gripping tight and wrinkling the materials of her gown. Aeon goes pale as Swiss copies Cirrus, pinching and tickling the lithe quintessence ghoul before gripping his hips just as firmly.

“Maybe we'll let you hold hands through your punishment.” Swiss adds thoughtfully. They're tugged away from each other in one stunning quick motion, ending up in their predator's arms in a showy display of strength. “I think that'd be so cute.”

“Busted!” Aurora sings cheerfully, already thrumming to her core at the way Cirrus is touching her. She doesn't need to look to know Aeon's stiffy is poking up through his dress pants; a little fear always did it for him.

“How are you so happy about all this?” Aeon hisses as they're easily hefted up over strong shoulders. Swiss even gives Aeon a pre-emptive, light-hearted smack. Cirrus is tickling the back of her thighs.

“Because silly,” she snickers as they're taken away to their fate. “You aren't the only one who steals weed. And who do you think told Swiss in exchange for less spanks?”

“Rory!” Aeon wails.

“That's what you get for trying to frame me!” She sings. “I’ll take us both down babe.”

“I think I'll have her warm my strap.” Cirrus says to no one in particular. “Since she wants to be so mouthy.”

“We're doing whatever we want tonight, Mama.” Swiss purrs. “Eventually these troublemakers will learn their lesson.”

“Probably not.” Is Aurora's cheeky reply.

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tags by @lindseymcdonaldseyelashes :

omg i forgot there were other branches! perfect, it’s a home ground job. for extra messed up points about parker’s past -

parker: archie wasn’t the only old british guy who wanted to teach me, but the first guy kept talking about me being "chosen" and a "hero" and stuff instead of stealing. and he kept calling me "slayer" even though i’d clearly said my name was parker. thief training was way more fun.

eliot, who has come into a decent amount of contact with demons & the watchers council: [stares into the distance while losing his fucking mind]

Leverage episode where they have a job in LA and the evil rich asshole of the episode’s lawyers are from this very weird firm called Wolfram & Hart. and Hardison looks into it and is just like. hey guys why do they have deliveries of actual human blood listed under catering expenses