#thief taker general

[tomc4t]

Couldn’t look at anything other than his bald head.

[nightingaletrash]

Faustian Bargain

AO3

The fire burned hot in the hearth, smoke belching up the chimney and loose curls furling through the cramped kitchen. The tiny square window was fogged over as the rain outside continued to pour. The kettle boiled away merrily, unaware of the stinking rags burning below it.

She still felt unclean.

Vaylin’s fingers drummed over the knot in the table, her leg bounced and her eyes remained fixed on some distant point beyond sight. Her hair was wet, the dirt and soot wrung out of it, the blood cleaned away, and she’d pulled on one of Orion’s old shirts in lieu of getting dressed. She drowned in the fabric, but it was soft and smelled faintly of sage which was a vast improvement.

He hadn’t been in Black Alley when she arrived, caked in muck and death. Desdemona reported that he’d returned briefly, gave the Graven their new instructions and then departed again to begin preparations for ‘the next step.’ So she went home, hoping that maybe he had stopped there first. Instead she only found Constantine sitting on the step and yowling to be let inside with his latest prize: a stringy, mangled magpie.

Well, she was home now, and her exhaustion had caught up in full. She struggled to do anything beyond the mechanical motions of stripping, cleaning, burning, brewing, and staring blankly at the wall as she turned things over in her mind.

Her father was out in the City doing who knows what, all while the Graven horde marched on as the Keep finally crumbled and fell. Most of her friends were dead, and Roland was hanging on by a thread. The fact he hadn’t died while she was gone was nothing short of a miracle, but his odds weren’t good.

In short, it had all gone to hell and she had no idea what she was supposed to do about it.

Maybe she wasn’t supposed to.

A brisk knock at the door startled her from her stewing and Constantine hissed, curling himself around his catch and dragging it back into his shadowy corner.

Vaylin stared at the door in bewilderment but slowly rose from her seat, ignoring the initial trill of the kettle. As she stared at the back of the door, her mind ran itself through a dozen ideas of who could possibly be calling at this time of night. Her neighbours wouldn’t risk breaking the curfew, and her father would let himself in. Basso was down in the Southern Quarter, Garrett would never dream of knocking on anyone’s door, and the Graven would just call for her from outside when they weren’t busy ransacking the City.

A glance through the fogged up window revealed only a shadowy figure. Undoubtedly masculine, but obscure. Her stomach knotted itself over and her instincts screamed at her to run as she reached for the door handle.

Instead she pulled it open and revealed none other than Watch Officer Burke.

“Good evening, Miss Hucks. May I come in?”

Her heart stopped in her chest at the sight of the Officer on her doorstep, looking ruffled and stinking of smoke but otherwise looking none the worse for wear. He wore his sword at his hip, but the blade was strapped into its scabbard, and he didn’t smile or scowl; his expression was carefully neutral as he waited for invitation to step out of the rain.

She knew better than to humour a Watchman. This was no social call, and she didn’t doubt that Burke was hoping to find some resolution to the riot through her. Maybe answers as to where Orion was. She ought to slam the door, bar it, run for the back door and never look back.

But something possessed her to step back and let Burke inside.

He did so with a grateful tip of his head and removed his helmet, revealing the neatly combed black hair that was streaked with grey. He glanced around the modest accommodations and then moved over to the kitchen table to sit himself down.

Now the kettle was whistling shrilly, demanding Vaylin’s attention, so she moved past Burke to the fireplace. She set the kettle on the side, debating between pouring the cup for herself or for Burke, all while trying to calculate exactly what his next move might be. He was now between her and the door after all.

Constantine was glowering at the Officer from his corner and growled lowly at him when he caught the man’s eye.

“Your cat is smarter than most of the people in this city,” Burke commented conversationally. “The Old Gods must like him, for all the trouble he’s weaselled his way out of.”

“I didn’t think the Watch liked the Old Gods,” she replied. “Tea?”

“No, thank you.”

So she poured the cup for herself and tentatively sat down opposite Burke, who regarded her with interest as he set his helmet on the table. And for several beats that may have been minutes, they sat in silence with only the drumming of rain to occupy them.

She didn’t drink her tea. Just gripped the cup so the heat could remind her that this was real, this was happening, and she needed to be prepared for anything.

Prepared? She was sitting there in only her father’s shirt with nothing but a cup of tea to defend herself while Burke was armed and armoured and sitting between her and the exit. A strap of leather wouldn’t keep that sword from taking her head off if Burke decided that he really wanted to use it. And the fact he knew that she lived here, knew her surname, probably knew her first one too-

Gods, she really was entirely fucked wasn’t she?

Burke sighed heavily and rested his forearms on the table, his fingers laced together as he leaned forward.

“I think we both know why I’m here, Vaylin,” he began. “Your father’s activities were innocent enough when he was tending the sick in Blackfurrow. It was noble, even. And it kept people relatively placated in the face of the Gloom. Reason enough to be less… proactive, in his arrest.

“Now, however, we have a crisis on our hands. The Graven are burning this City to the ground, and we’ve yet to hear so much as a peep from Orion. Not a single call for the violence to end, and no effort made to reduce the harm this riot causes-”

“That makes two of us,” Vaylin muttered as she took a sip of her tea.

“So then you see that this needs to stop. People are dying and I can’t stop it all by myself,” he pressed on. “How do you see this ending, Vaylin? That the fall of the Baron and the Watch will magically bring about some unheard of utopia? No. Orion will prop himself up as the new leader of the City, then he will fail to realise how very much out of his depth he is. He will delude himself into believing that things are getting better, that he has succeeded, and his sycophants will tell him that it is so. And when winter comes and people starve and freeze in their homes, do you think Orion will shatter his delusion and take responsibility for his mistakes? Or will he find someone else to take the blame?”

The grip on her cup tightened and her jaw clicked as she met Burke’s gaze.

“You talk an awful lot about responsibility for a man who’s failed so miserably in his own,” she hissed. “Whatever my father’s flaws, at least he never resorted to beating his child for speaking out of turn.”

His eyes widened and his whole body tensed. For a second his jaw worked as his fingers tightened around themselves, and he succeeded in maintaining his composure.

“My failures are not the reason I am here,” he said stonily. “Whatever I have done, the City’s safety is my priority.”

“That’s not how I remember it,” she sniped. “Last I heard, you focused on protecting the Keep as it crumbled instead of evacuating it all because of a few Graven leaders.”

“I had my orders to bolster our defences, and I did so,” he snapped. “That was the General’s priority-”

“So you’d do whatever the General says and send people into a burning hellhole, knowing they would die? And you still think that you have the moral high ground here?”

Burke slammed his fist into the table and rose from his seat with a thunderous scowl on his face. Vaylin glared back, all but daring him to draw that sword and prove himself to be exactly what she knew him to be.

And then the door opened and her heart dropped lower than she thought possible.

“Burke. I see you beat me to it,” the Thief-Taker chuckled as he stepped inside with that ever-familiar tap of his cane. “Ever the efficient one, aren’t you.”

“General, sir.” Burke snapped to a salute. “I was just about to-”

The General waved him off as he strolled over to the table.

“Miss Hucks. Viktoria, isn’t it?” he greeted with a slimy smile as he lowered himself into Burke’s seat and rested his cane against the table. “The good Officer here tells me that you might be of some assistance to us in cleaning up this mess.”

Burke stood at ease at the General’s shoulder, cold and impassive.

The General then reached over and plucked the cup from her hands and gave it a sniff. He looked distinctly unimpressed.

“Don’t suppose you have anything stronger, do you?”

Sure, let her just whip together some belladonna, rosary pea and hemlock. That’d be one hell of a drink to serve them both. Instead she just shook her head, and the General sighed.

“Then let me make this quite simple; I know that you worked with Garrett at the Keep. I also know that Orion has plans to take this city for himself. As far as I’m concerned, I should string you up from a noose for all the trouble you’ve caused. But I am a generous and understanding man.”

He reached into an inside pocket of his coat and produced a flask. He unscrewed the lid and poured a generous amount of amber liquid into the cup before putting it away again, and then picked up the cup to swirl it.

“I am willing to overlook your crimes against this City. All I need in return is Aldous… and Garrett.”

Her stomach flipped and twisted and her chest tightened. Garrett had succeeded in escaping the Keep then. And now the General was leaning on her to try and catch him. And not only did he know her real name, he knew her father’s too, of course he did.

“I don’t know where they are,” she said.

“But you will, won’t you?” The General smiled condescendingly. “Sooner or later, daddy is going to call you away for whatever the fuck he’s doing. And when he does, you tell our good friend Officer Burke. And then, when Garrett comes skulking about for your help, you make sure he ends up right where he needs to be.”

She shook her head.

“Garrett won’t need my help. He doesn’t need it,” she insisted. “The Keep was a one off. I needed to find my friends, he needed to find his… fence. We had an overlap in interests, that’s all. He doesn’t care about Orion or the Graven or anything they’re doing. I can’t help you.”

The smile tapered as the General lifted the cup and levelled a finger at her.

“Ah, but you can. And you will, if you know what’s good for you. See, Garrett’s all tangled up in Aldous’ threads. Has been ever since the explosion at the manor last year. He won’t leave that score unsettled.”

Vaylin frowned.

“My father was imprisoned in Moira when that happened,” she argued. “The Graven didn’t attack the manor, they didn’t even exist back then-”

But he barked out a laugh, as if she’d just told the funniest joke in the world.

“And here I thought you’d be the one who knew it all,” he guffawed.

He took another swig of tea, still chuckling to himself as he shook his head and leaned back in his chair.

“He never told you, did he? About who he is, where he came from?” He grinned, flashing his teeth and she felt very much like she was being cornered by a predator. “I suppose even daddy has secrets. Like the fact that his whore mother fucked the old Baron. Or that he went away because big brother Elias asked for his help with a secret project?”

“You’re lying.”

His grin widened.

“On the contrary, I might be the first person to tell you the truth.”

Vaylin trembled from head-to-toe as the Thief-Taker just laughed in her face and downed what was left of the tea. He sighed, still chuckling as he watched the shock and horror swim over her face.

“See this, Burke? I told you she’d know fuck all,” he laughed. Then he leaned in, still grinning broadly. “You want to know a secret, Princess? Daddy doesn’t want to bring down old Elias because it’s the right thing to do, or to build some grand fucking utopia like he tells you. He just wants what he thinks should be his: power, gold, respect, and for everyone else to do what he fucking tells them to do.”

He reached for his cane and pushed himself up to stand. He took one last swig of tea, finished the cup and adjusted his belt.

“I’ll let you sit on what I’ve told you. Let you come to terms with it all,” he said theatrically, still enjoying his single-handed destruction of everything she knew. “You know where Burke lives, he’ll get the message to me. You have till sundown to give me your answer. Either you can help me catch Aldous and Garrett, or your noose can swing between their’s.”

The men left and yet all the warmth had been sapped from the room, even as the fire crackled away merrily. The world was cold and silent and she was overcome by the urge to be sick. She heaved into the sink, though there was nothing to be brought up but bile and a mouthful of tea.

Constantine finally slunk out of his corner, meowed inquisitively at her, then wrapped his way around his ankles.

But she couldn’t stop shaking. 

Slowly she let herself slide to the floor and Constantine crawled into her lap. She wrapped her arms around him and curled inwards, focusing only on his droning purr even as her eyes burned and her lungs ached.

Liar.

It was all a lie. It always had been. And she'd believed every fucking word of it.

Tears dripped down her face and she clutched at her head as that damned word filled it, over and over again.

Liar liar liar liaR liAR lIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR LIAR

She erupted with a lung-shredding scream.

[supervillain-smut]

Garrett x Forbidden Relationship/General's Daughter Reader Fluff

I've been back playing Thief again, and I landed on the most comfortable looking bed, and I just thought about Garrett actually being comfortable and at peace just ONCE and then this. Enjoy!

It was as it always has been the last week outside; rainy, dreary, and cold. Your father, the Thief-Taker General, comfortable in his uniform, completely forgot his only child was stuck out in the rain with him as he instructed the guards posted outside of your home. The guards who cared threw you brief apologetic and sympathetic glances as your father either didn’t notice or didn’t care that he hogged the umbrella, the keys to the house hanging off the hip closest to you; so close, yet so far. 

You contemplated making a grab for them and letting yourself in, until you could take it no longer and decided to follow through with your plan. As soon as you tugged, your wrist was snatched by your father, a brief expression of fury crossed his face before he realized it was you. 

“Oh! I am so sorry, my lovely daughter, I forgot to let you in first. Here, allow me.” He put on what was obviously a mask to you, a simple change in demeanour to anyone who didn’t know him enough, the signs he was still upset showing in the way he never let go of your wrist, even after he opened the door. He sharply tugged you towards him before you could get through the doorway, whispering with a seething anger. “I thought I raised you better than to even think about stealing from me; next time, you use your words.” His grip tightened for a moment around your wrist as he spoke, before throwing your hand out of his grasp and turning back towards his men, leaving you to shut the door, something you swiftly did as you breathed to calm yourself; your father’s anger was not to be taken lightly. You retreated to your room, locking the door behind you, only to see the best thing you’d laid eyes on all day. 

There lay Garrett, one of your many secrets from your father, but most certainly your most loved and cherished, sprawled out on your bed atop the covers, completely asleep. Based on the covers, it seemed he was waiting for you and fell asleep. Anxiety spiked for a moment before you realized he had taken off his shoes at the window and locked it behind him like you asked, and his usual leather armour was not on his person, only the clothes you’d bought him, meaning he’d locked it in the designated chest. You stood still, not even wanting to breathe as you watched him. He looked so peaceful. You deduced he must have been cold and wanted a warm place to stay, because he was curled into himself with his arms tightly wrapped around him. 

His pose reminded you of your own chill as it ran down your spine, and you were as quiet as you could be, moving so slow a tortoise could beat you in a race to avoid waking him. You successfully got the fire lit and changed out of your gown into your sleeping gown without so much as a stir from Garrett, even remembering to grab and place the batteries in the clock you had bought specifically to help Garrett sleep. You took great care climbing into bed beside him, deciding now would be a good time to briefly wake him. You lightly shook him, whispering his name, and he stirred with a groan, to which you quickly shushed him. He opened those gorgeous eyes, and the smile that graced his features upon seeing you could’ve chased away all the cold in the night with how warm it was. 

“Hi.” He greeted tiredly; his voice slightly hoarse from sleep. “Hi. Let’s get you under the covers, hm?” You whispered before kissing him. He sat up, noticing the fire you’d lit and the clock, before stretching his entire body out, groaning then sighing as he made his way over to the side of the bed, lifting the covers and crawling in to cuddle with you. He kissed your head as you laid it on his bicep. “Can’t believe I fell asleep. What if one of your guards decided on a whim to check your room?” Garrett sounded disappointed in himself. 

“Well, if it’s any consolation, they won’t be doing that anymore. Not after I framed one of them for stealing a necklace I sold and accused another of spying on me.” Garrett chuckled in amusement at your antics before kissing you. “You’re a real work of art, you know that?” “Yes, yes, I love me too.” You joked and Garrett scoffed. “I do love you.” Garrett whispered as he cupped your cheek. “I love you too, Garrett. Now go to bed, in a nice, soft, warm bed like you deserve.” “I can do that.” 

[harlowes-home]

Give me 10 Janice headcanons or this thing will steal all your art supplies /j

I would give you 100 headcannons no caracal thief required

She's actually a pretty mischievous kid which does lend itself well to piracy.

She's very blunt and curious (also, yknow, 9) so she often says or asks things that can come off as rude

I attribute the idea to @stalwolf but at point later on in the series Horace pissed her off so much she (all be it unintentionally) kills him. He's in alliance with a the necromatic Skin-taker so he comes back but man. She's not quite the same after it. She'd probably do it again though to be honest.

More of a headcannon for the world in general but she can't really taste any of the food she eats in Candle Cove.

She is either very energetic and loud with the overconfidence only a 4th grader could have or she's so quiet and trying to make herself so small you don't even know she's there, no in between.

I like the idea of the possible ending of her leaving candle cove where she grows up to have a job out at sea and writes fantasy novels based on her childhood. It's what she deserves. Also she'd be the coworker where every time you talk to them you get a new wild and very troubling bit of lore.

She's never actually attacked or hurt by Skin-taker until one episode near the end of the series.

The skin affected by her turning int an abyssal thing while in the abyssal kingdom is slightly discolored with some spots being scarred

She says she wants to be a pirate captain like Poppy when she grows up

She carries a small dagger that Percy gave her. It has a lion symbol carved into the hilt.

[tundrafloe]

Update on Noel’s Dick Turpin show! It’s scheduled to begin filming in London on Feb 6. Casting announcements so far:

Dolly Wells: has worked with Noel on Boosh, Luxury Comedy and Doll & Em!

Duayne Boachie: Series regular. His character name is “Honesty”, likely playing a member of Noel’s gang.

Hugh Bonneville (pictured in “Galavant”) He’s playing Noel’s enemy “The Thief-Taker General.” In an interview today with “Women’s Own”, Hugh said he’s “playing it for laughs”! He and Noel should be very funny together.

Joe Wilkinson was in the pilot, playing a member of Noel’s gang: will he be in the series as well? He’s appeared on Bake Off with Noel.

[anonymous-character-tournament]

Round 3, Match 23

Character ef:

Internationally renowned thief

Uses non-violent means

Head of a criminal organisation

Fashionable

Treats their thefts as a game

Character 27:

Constantly trying to find an identity

Died twice, and it fixed them

Needed to be taught how to use Google

Has a generous personal definition of what being a reporter means

Took down an armed hostage-taker by doing pvp philosophy

Want to know more? Check out this tag for Character ef and this tag for Character 27 and peruse the notes of the posts.

[alphaman99]

Mickey Mansfield

Faugh! Time, you thief!

You inveterate stealer of youth, of precious moments, of loved ones, of unblemished skin and jaunty walks. You merciless taker of newness and first moments and unshuffled gaits! You harry and hurry us towards The End and you hatefully remove opportunities and abilities.

I loathe you.

But then, there is this. You replace what you take with sweet memories, wisdom, laugh lines, and a recognition of the important things in life. Time, you giver of slower paces, of deeper connections, of the accumulation of hurts and subsequent forgivenesses, of piled upon mercies.

You are generous, you are, Time.

[tbtgtr-incorrectquotes]

I feel like Maekar would make the Gold Cloaks better at being brutal, like Daemon wasn't interested in them long enough to do so, but Maekar will be.

Like one of you guys said, Maekar uses the Gold Cloaks to put as much of King's Landing as possible in Black control.

Leonyra is horrified and Rhaenyra gives him a raise

Do you know about the Thief-taker General Wilde? Basically he was a thief who climbed the ranks and took control of the cities thieves by forcing them to use all of his people and tools to fence the goods or otherwise he’d sell them out and execute them.

That’s Maekar’s vibe. Efficient, cracks down hard on criminals not on Mysaria & (Joffrey’s) payroll, the whores love him because he can and will kick out anyone bothering them and puts a stop to the maidenhead selling but he also enacts harsh punishments for small crimes that are criticised in the future and his fond of executing people.

Leonyra is uneasy about his methods and asks him to loosen up a little, Rhaenyra gives him a raise.

[duckduckquackity]

Hello, my friends! This is a canon divergent QSMP roleplay blog. This blog is a member of the Yaoiverse roleplay.

This account is ran by @howdytheresam.

Information about Y!Quackity:

Former member of the Federation.

Y!ElQuackity has a seperate blog from Y!Quackity. It is not active yet.

Y!Quackity is bilingual! He switches between speaking English and Spanish.

Y!Quackity is partially a duck hybrid. His wings much like other bird hybrids are clipped.

Important to keep in mind is the admin of this blog does not speak fluent Spanish and only knows small conversation and will be relying on translators. Please feel free to correct any post that has incorrect spelling. Thank you. :]

¡Hola, amigos! Este es un blog de roleplay QSMP divergente canon. Este blog es un miembro del juego de rol Yaoiverse.

Esta cuenta es gestionada por @howdytheresam.

Información sobre Y!Quackity:

Ex miembro de la Federación.

Y!ElQuackity tiene un blog separado de Y!Quackity. Aún no está activo.

¡Y!Quackity es bilingüe! Alterna el inglés y el español.

Y!Quackity es en parte un híbrido de pato. Sus alas, como las de otros híbridos de aves, están recortadas.

Es importante señalar que el administrador de este blog no domina el español y sólo sabe un poco de conversación, por lo que recurrirá a traductores. Por favor, siéntase libre de corregir cualquier mensaje que tenga errores ortográficos. Gracias :]

Tags:

#incoherent yelling - in character posts and comments.

#suspicious photograph - In character reblogs.

#partner applications - asks.

#who the duck is this?! - out of character.

#yaoiverse - general tag for the rpverse.

#straightverse - angsty and heavy lore tag.

#That’s all folks! :] - Thread tag end.

#you copied me! 🇺🇸 - Primarily english.

#¡me copiaste! 🇲🇽 - Principalmente español.

The other Yaoiverse members:

Mis Amigos:

@daddestboyhalo (Bad)- #'mingling'

@cringefailskeledad (Missa) - #mi artístico amigo

@crows-father (Philza) - #child thief

@elwifeguy (Mariana) - #misclicker #1

@the-bird-behind-the-slaughter (Jaiden) #kid caretaker and taker

@builderfreak (Foolish) - #way too expensive

@constructor777 (Vegetta) - #TRICKED ME!!!

@catboyarg (Cellbit) - #LITERALLY BRAINWASHED

@maximum-father (Maximus) - #Mr. Catalina

@packedtazer (Pac) - #pac-my-man

@tazeredmike (Mike) - #pacs side piece

@theducklady (Baghera) - #what the duck

@sparrowsunrise (Robin) - #we don’t get along

@spawnradio (Fit) - #bald and wise

@psicologoier (Roier) - #the therapist

@felpsederation (Felps) - #the first of us

MI ESPOSO:

@tilinsfather (Luzu) - #Adoro estar junto a ti pero a veces me cansás

Los Niños:

@witheredlilacs (Tilin) - #misclicked #2 :[

@bulletflips (Juanaflippa) - #misclicked #1

@goo-amalgamation amalgamation (Gegg) - #mi estrellita #WHAT IS THIS?!

@explorar-curiosity-e-opportunity (Richarlyson) - #my kid too no take backs

@music-among-the-amapolas -among-the-amapolas (Tallulah) - #ur named hot sauce #number one author

@cha-cha-cha-chayanne (Chayanne) - #murderous child

@autismbeamsyou (Dapper) - #spoiled niece/nephew #SPOILED CHILD

@bobby-el-mas-chingon (Bobby) - #MEAN KID

@minibuilder777 (Leonarda) - #child labor kid

@inventorswag (Ramón) - #future mafia leader

@carmalized-apples (Pomme) - #manzana francesa

@yaaay-propellerhat (Trump) - #explode-y kid

Lo inexplicable:

@blackbearbureau (Baribal) - #The thing that hunts me: The thing that haunts me

La Federación:

@thecensusbureau (Cucurucho) - #stupid bear

@quesadillaislandofficial (Pato) - #this island is okay #I hate this island

¿Religión?

@theyaoidevil (Devil Rubius) - #the fucking devil

@jesusyaoi (Lil J) - #jesus fucking christ???

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 11.11 (before 1920)

308 – At Carnuntum, Emperor emeritus Diocletian confers with Galerius, Augustus of the East, and Maximianus, the recently returned former Augustus of the West, in an attempt to end the civil wars of the Tetrarchy. 1028 – Constantine VIII dies, ending his uninterrupted reign as emperor or co-emperor of the Byzantine Empire of 66 years. 1100 – Henry I of England marries Matilda of Scotland, the daughter of Malcolm III of Scotland and a direct descendant of the Saxon king Edmund Ironside; Matilda is crowned on the same day. 1215 – The Fourth Council of the Lateran meets, defining the doctrine of transubstantiation, the process by which bread and wine are, by that doctrine, said to transform into the body and blood of Christ. 1500 – Treaty of Granada: Louis XII of France and Ferdinand II of Aragon agree to divide the Kingdom of Naples between them. 1572 – Tycho Brahe observes the supernova SN 1572. 1620 – The Mayflower Compact is signed in what is now Provincetown Harbor near Cape Cod. 1634 – Following pressure from Anglican bishop John Atherton, the Irish House of Commons passes An Act for the Punishment for the Vice of Buggery. 1673 – Second Battle of Khotyn in Ukraine: Polish–Lithuanian Commonwealth forces under the command of Jan Sobieski defeat the Ottoman army. In this battle, rockets made by Kazimierz Siemienowicz are successfully used. 1675 – Gottfried Leibniz demonstrates integral calculus for the first time to find the area under the graph of y = ƒ(x). 1724 – Joseph Blake, alias Blueskin, a highwayman known for attacking "Thief-Taker General" (and thief) Jonathan Wild at the Old Bailey, is hanged in London. 1750 – Riots break out in Lhasa after the murder of the Tibetan regent. 1750 – The F.H.C. Society, also known as the Flat Hat Club, is formed at Raleigh Tavern, Williamsburg, Virginia. It is the first college fraternity. 1778 – Cherry Valley massacre: Loyalists and Seneca Indian forces attack a fort and village in eastern New York during the American Revolutionary War, killing more than forty civilians and soldiers. 1805 – Napoleonic Wars: Battle of Dürenstein: Eight thousand French troops attempt to slow the retreat of a vastly superior Russian and Austrian force. 1813 – War of 1812: Battle of Crysler's Farm: British and Canadian forces defeat a larger American force, causing the Americans to abandon their Saint Lawrence campaign. 1831 – In Jerusalem, Virginia, Nat Turner is hanged after inciting a violent slave uprising. 1839 – The Virginia Military Institute is founded in Lexington, Virginia. 1855 – A powerful earthquake occurs in Edo, Japan, causing considerable damage in the Kantō region from the shaking and subsequent fires. It had a death toll of 7,000–10,000 people and destroyed around 14,000 buildings. 1865 – Treaty of Sinchula is signed whereby Bhutan cedes the areas east of the Teesta River to the British East India Company. 1869 – The Victorian Aboriginal Protection Act is enacted in Australia, giving the government control of indigenous people's wages, their terms of employment, where they could live, and of their children, effectively leading to the Stolen Generations. 1880 – Australian bushranger Ned Kelly is hanged at Melbourne Gaol. 1887 – Four convicted anarchists were executed as a result of the Haymarket affair. 1889 – The State of Washington is admitted as the 42nd state of the United States. 1911 – Many cities in the Midwestern United States break their record highs and lows on the same day as a strong cold front rolls through. 1918 – World War I: Germany signs an armistice agreement with the Allies in a railroad car in the forest of Compiègne. 1918 – Józef Piłsudski assumes supreme military power in Poland – symbolic first day of Polish independence. 1918 – Emperor Charles I of Austria relinquishes power. 1919 – The Industrial Workers of the World attack an Armistice Day parade in Centralia, Washington, ultimately resulting in the deaths of five people. 1919 – Latvian forces defeat the West Russian Volunteer Army at Riga in the Latvian War of Independence.

[nightingaletrash]

Shaping a Graven Idol by NightingaleTrash

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Thief (Video Games), Thief (Video Game 2014) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Original Female Character, Garrett (Thief 2014), Orion | Aldous Northcrest, Basso The Boxman (Thief 2014), Thadeus Harlan | Thief-Taker General, Madam Xiao Xiao (Thief 2014), Viktoria (Thief Original Series), Erin (Thief 2014), Freaks (Thief 2014) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Mentions of Suicide, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, One Shot Collection turned kinda multi chapter fic???, Orion is a dad and not a very good one, reincarnated og characters, the trickster is a cat now, no beta we die like jenivere, Minor Character Death, off-screen amputation Summary: Vaylin never had reason to doubt her father's devotion to saving the City and its people from the Gloom. Not until the infamous Master Thief becomes involved. As power shifts and cracks form, she has to decide what future she wants and what she's willing to do to achieve it.

It’s actually done. A drabble collection I started for my OC two years ago turned into a multi-chapter fic and it’s actually finished. I spent the last couple of years struggling creatively so I’m actually really proud of myself for finishing this, and of how it turned out in the end ^^

[supervillain-smut]

Garrett x Reader WIP

Y'all asked to see my WIPs, so here's Garrett's. There's also a Lucien LaChance WIP, and a Nick Valentine WIP.

You lay comfortably in bed, attempting to doze off, even as your mind wandered to thoughts of a specific thief, you’d run into accidentally a few times. You’d always had a fondness and appreciation for thieves; their boldness and craft. It had not wavered when you had met Garrett. Met was a strong word, but you certainly knew of him. Your father, the thief-taker general, was not so fond of him. He wanted Garrett dead. 

You’d first seen him at one of the Baron’s many parties, weaving in and out of sight, swiping this and that, even taking the jewelry right off a woman as she spoke to a gentleman. You’d run into him in similar moments twice after that, the final and most recent encounter was quite close. He was robbing a prestigious hotel blind as you stayed there overnight for travel. He had been spotted by a guard and had quickly ducked into who else’s room but yours. 

You gasped out of surprise with no intent to say anything, but he must have assumed you were going to, and in a blink of an eye he had swooped over to you and covered your mouth, bringing a finger to where his lips would have been behind his cloth mask, shushing you. You nodded at him and gently pushed his hand down from your mouth as you studied him now that he was close enough and illuminated. When you realized the guard was calling the others, now with orders to sweep the rooms from your father, you’d helped him escape by letting him out of your window. 

He was a thief; you were the general’s daughter. It was a horrible, awful idea. The difference in classes. In morality. Your father would never allow it! He’d kill him, then you if he ever found out about your little crush. Your affair. In truth, you’d began seeing Garrett after that last encounter. You’d given him your address before he vanished. He took you out for a night on the rooftops, even giving you gifts you were positive he’d stolen, but you didn’t care. He was kind, handsome, and smart. He had a unique sense of humor, but you loved it. 

As if the universe could read your mind, there was a tap at your window. A very specific one you’d both come up with. You didn’t mean to, but you leapt out of bed to open the glass doors to your balcony for him. He could very easily pick the lock, but he would never invade your space; always asked to be let in. You opened the doors and ushered him in, wrapping him in a big hug. He buried his face in your neck and chuckled. 

“Garrett! What are you doing here? My goodness, you’re freezing! Come, warm yourself by the fire!” He smiled at you the entire time you whispered, stoked the fire, and generally fussed over him. 

“I wanted to see you. I’ve missed you. Was hoping I could stay the night this time.” Garrett answered. “Shh! I don’t want my father to-” “Your father’s not here. I just saw him over in Greystone Plaza. He’s meeting with the Baron’s architect. It’s just the guards at the door.” Garrett nodded his head in their direction. “You might want to fire them. Or don’t. Incompetent guards mean it’s easier for me to see you without getting caught.” Garrett sat in the chair closest to the fire and sighed as he relaxed. For some reason not even he could explain, he felt safe with you, despite your father. 

“Well... I suppose that does change things. I guess it wouldn’t hurt either of us then if you stayed the night.” Garrett smirked at you as you stood behind his chair and gently massaged his shoulders, bringing a hand to his jaw and making him look up at you as you bent over to kiss him. He sighed through his nose and brought a hand to the back of your neck. You broke apart, although sweet, the position was not too comfortable. “Alright, then. Shoes off in the house. Armor comes off before bed.” You stated. Garrett scoffed in fake disbelief before he began working on taking his shoes off. “Yes, ma’am.” You playfully smacked his arm at his comment. 

“Well, would you like my father to figure out you were here by all the boot prints on the floor?” “I never leave footprints!” “Tell that to the evidence he found at the last place you stole from!” Garrett went quiet before sighing in defeat. While you were arguing with him, you were digging through a drawer and removing multiple garments, confusing Garrett until you pulled out what looked like men's clothes; and they certainly weren’t your fathers. 

“I figured a night like this might come, or simply to give to you next time I saw you, but I got you these. I hope everything fits. I slowly got them amongst other things my father was getting for me, or I’d slip away with my own coin. He never pries into what clothing I get.” Garrett’s jaw hung as you handed him the warmest, softest clothes. Socks, pants, and a shirt, all in grey. “You... You didn’t have to--” “You’re right, I don’t have to do anything. I wanted to. And I will continue to do so. Forbid I spoil my favorite thief while he continues to risk his life to spoil me.” You stated in a stern tone. 

“And I don’t want you to anymore. Please. My father spoils me plenty. With his influence and stubbornness, I can have nearly anything I want. You don’t need to risk your life any more than you already do for me. I’d die if I found out that was what got you killed.” Garrett stared at the floor, expression blank as you spoke, before looking up to meet your gaze. “Please, Garrett. Just let yourself be the spoiled one for once.” 

“I want to have something to offer in this.” “You do! Yourself. Everything else is something I can obtain, it’s never out of my reach. But you have every ability and right not to be near or with me. I just want you.” You reached a hand up to cup his face, and Garrett leaned into the affection, kissing your palm. “Alright. Fine. But if I spot something I think you’d like while I’m already risking my life, I’m still giving it to you.” You scoffed at his insistence and smiled at him. “Fine, then. A compromise. Now get changed, I promise I won’t look.” You grabbed the other chair by the fire and turned it around, sitting down and doing your best not to break your own promise as you heard him undressing. 

Attempting to undress would have been more appropriate as he surprisingly struggled to grab the straps and buckles of his leather armor. Garrett sighed as he admitted defeat. “I need your help.” “You what?” You chuckled in disbelief. “I need help with my armor.” “Alright then, come here.” He walked around to you and had managed to get a few undone, but it was mostly the ones at his back that he couldn’t get. You grabbed him by his hips and positioned him in front of you, deftly undoing his cuirass. “How did you...” “I’m a lady. I have to wear corsets and the like all the time.” Garrett laughed until you had to pull the strings tight to begin undoing them, to which he let out a shocked gasp and light-heartedly glared over his shoulder at you. 

You finally got everything undone and you gave him a few pats on the back to let him know. What you didn’t expect was rather than him returning to his spot behind the chair to shed his cuirass and continue undressing, he simply turned around to face you and shed it instead, holding eye contact with you the entire time. He was close enough that you could reach out and touch him, but you didn’t want to invade his space. He read your wants through your expression and your eyes and took a step even closer to you, throwing the cuirass aside, bracing himself on the arm of your chair and leaning down towards you, so close your noses brushed. 

“I still need that help, if you wouldn’t mind. Just the top half. I think I injured my shoulder a few days ago. Wouldn’t want to strain it.” Garrett whispered against your lips as he gently coaxed your hand towards the hem of his shirt. He shuddered as your hand made contact with the skin underneath; his eyes cast downward watching your movements. Your eyes, however, couldn’t leave his, that one cloudy blue mesmerizing you. You felt him underneath it all; fit and lean, but not thin. Your mind was eased that your favorite thief wasn’t going hungry like you’d worried so many times before. 

You let your hand trail upwards as Garrett encouraged it, his own hand holding your wrist, fingers stroking along it as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. You leant further forward in your chair to reach him, and he obliged you, leaning forward and closing the gap, capturing your lips again. You brought the hem of his shirt up before finally breaking apart to pull it over his head. He looked as good as he felt, his chest covered with sparse and thin hair, most of it gathered in the center of his chest, trailing down towards his waistband. 

Garrett cleared his throat, breaking some of the tension in the room. “I... I’m going to continue changing, and then we can crawl into bed.” You nodded and straightened your back, keeping your gaze ahead of you. 

[aurbicastrology]

Aurbic Astrology Basics - Signs

Each year, Magnus moves through the twelve constellations, spending 30 days and 10 hours in each one, roughly corresponding to one per month. When Magnus is in a given sign, the personality traits associated with that sign are dominant in people born within that month. Those personality traits are also heightened or tested within people from other signs during that time.

These twelve signs can be divided into three groups of four -- The Warrior, The Mage, and The Thief. Within each of these groups are constellations of the same name. These are guardian signs, and the other three signs within their groups are their charges.

The Warrior is ruled by Akatosh and its charges are The Lord, The Lady, and The Steed.

Those under The Warrior's signs are natural leaders, charging through adversity, strong-willed and independent. They may be naturally charismatic and determined. They initiate action and can inspire change. Mage and Thief signs tend to take alternate paths that follow the Warrior's.

The Mage is ruled by Julianos and its charges are The Ritual, The Apprentice, and The Atronach.

Those under the Mage's signs are strong, resilient, knowledgeable, and powerful. They are forward-thinkers, planners, and goal-oriented. They are ambitious and persistent; some might say stubborn. They follow in the Warrior's path by shaping the world around them through force of will.

The Thief is ruled by Arkay and its charges are The Lover, The Shadow, and The Tower.

Those under the Thief's signs are not necessarily thieves, but are those who confront adversity by adapting themselves to it. They may be impulsive and risk-takers, opportunists, or simply adventurous and spontaneous. They hide in the Warrior's shadows, wherever they may fall.

These signs, and their correspondences, are as follows:

The Ritual (Mage) - Morning Star (January) - Water (Daedric)

The dominant traits of the sign of The Ritual are determined primarily by the phases of the moons and other planets. They may be more sensitive to the changing cycles than most, but may also be better prepared for them. Because their nature is variable in this way, there are few similarities between them beyond this.

Indicates that the moons are amplified in their effects. When Magnus is in the sign of The Ritual, aspects with Magnus or other bodies in The Ritual become significant.

The Lover (Thief) - Sun's Dawn (February) - Air (Aedric)

Those under the sign of The Lover are powerful in their effect on people. They may be charming, graceful emotional communicators, passionate, well-liked or potentially feared, for being seen as volatile. They can be quite social and are devoted partners. The Lover gives motivation and passion to the Thief's spontaneous ways.

Indicates emotional communication and growth, partnership, passion.

The Lord (Warrior) - First Seed (March) - Fire (Padomaic)

Those under the sign of The Lord are hardy and resilient, strong and determined. Where those under the sign of The Steed are always moving and forging ahead, The Lord tends to be more patient and calculating. The aspect of fire reflects the persistence of The Warrior. The Lord may be moving slowly, but does not stop. The Warrior knows the Lord will always be there.

Indicates health, equilibrium (not stability), inner power, long-term goals.

The Mage (Mage) - Rain's Hand (April) - Earth (Anuic)

Those under the sign of The Mage are beacons of power and wisdom to those around them. They are blessed by Julianos and Magnus and, when focused, educated, and protected from the pitfalls of their own ambition, can become immensely skilled and powerful. They tend to be the most disciplined among the Mage signs. The Mage guides and protects The Warrior from a distance.

Indicates a balance of power and control; mastery, wisdom, force of will.

The Shadow (Thief) - Second Seed (May) - Water (Daedric)

Those under the sign of The Shadow are generally thought of as being good at hiding, but this trait extends beyond the literal. Shadows follow, bending to the contours of wherever they fall. They are always there to listen and observe. They are the Thief's eyes and ears.

Indicates observation, information-gathering, mimicry, and receptivity.

The Steed (Warrior) - Midyear (June) - Air (Aedric)

Those under the sign of The Steed are always moving, always doing, and cannot or will not stop or slow down. They may be impatient and competitive, but they are dependable given their seemingly boundless energy. The Steed and The Warrior push each other to become their best.

Indicates fixation, speed, competitiveness, motivation.

The Apprentice (Mage) - Sun's Height (July) - Fire (Padomaic)

Those under the sign of The Apprentice have ambition, power, and potential. They may lack the focus of the Mage, but they are creative and adaptible. The Apprentice gives boundless power and new ideas to the Mage. Whether this is good may vary.

Indicates novelty, learning through experience, expanding power, and self-control.

The Thief (Thief) - Last Seed (August) - Earth (Anuic)

Those under the sign of The Thief are spontaneous, impulsive, and opportunistic, and rarely lead dull lives. They may take risks, but this can come with great rewards, or ruin, eventually. But the Thief is aware of this, and will inevitably find a new path to explore when others are blocked. The Thief morphs to fill the needs left by the Warrior and Mage. The Thief is there to tie up loose ends and correct details.

Indicates spontaneity, impulsivity, risk, luck, opportunity.

The Lady (Warrior) - Hearthfire (September) - Water (Daedric)

Those under the sign of The Lady are graceful diplomats. They are good listeners, intellectual communicators, and are motivated by a sense of justice and fairness. They make good advocates and mediators. The Lady gives focus and logic to harness the Warrior's drive.

Indicates logical communication, justice, diplomacy, balance.

The Atronach (Mage) - Frostfall (October) - Air (Anuic)

Those under the sign of The Atronach turn their magic power inward to change themselves to suit their environment. They tend to have vast reserves of magic power, but cannot regenerate it on their own. Instead, they absorb power from their surroundings. This creates people who are sensitive to their environment. They can balance or shift the energy of a space and have natural power, albeit potentially volatile. The Atronach may take time and power to summon, but The Mage knows it is worth it.

Indicates corrective balance (saving in surplus, power in crisis), self-transformation, adaptability.

The Tower (Thief) - Sun's Dusk (November) - Fire (Padomaic)

Those under the sign of The Tower are a beacon of safety and stability to The Thief and its charges. This does not represent physical safety, but the safety within; the sanctuary we build to protect ourselves from the outside world. Tower signs embody Padomay only because their sanctuary comes in this intangible form that draws others to its sense of security. They give The Thief a place to hide, The Lover a place to call home, and The Shadow a place to be seen.

The Warrior (Warrior) - Evening Star (December) - Earth (Anuic)

Those under the sign of The Warrior are under no one's control. They are motivated by their strong values and put them into action. They are fearless initiators and lead the rest of the signs. They may not take the easist path, but they use this to their advantage. They are driven to protect The Mage and The Thief.

Indicates stability, courage, dependability, determination, incremental growth.

[lboogie1906]

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[mystiika]

re; death personified

h i s t o r y

a meta post can be found here for details on the name & reason for the default form Death uses, but at some point over the millennia death gained the moniker ' ada ' which is what it uses to introduce itself. as such, to make it easier to read this info post i will be using that name to help differentiate between death as the state vs death as a being or capitalise Death to indicate the being. as the form they choose to take most often is that of a woman & i often switch between pronouns especially because what even is gender as a concept, but these pronouns includes it/its. it all depends on the state Death is in for me to use one pronoun or another. below i will try to primarily use it/its but will switch to they/them or simply say ada when i feel like its a little unclear or matches the timeline, as you'll understand a bit from that name meta linked above. that said, ada has & will continue to take the forms of people from the life of the person dying in order to help their passing more tranquilly, if death believes a person/animal with a connection will be better rather than the form of the woman ada will default to. side note: in threads, any pronoun goes honestly so use whatever you feel fits best.

so for my version of death, ada has existed since the beginning of time. it controls both the death & birth of all things. from the birth of universe to the birth of a fly. from death comes life & from life comes death. it’s all connected & does so through ada. all this to say, ada is something of a god. now, that doesn't mean that ada the only god. she can work with other gods as they come up, other givers & takers of life. though it is ancient even among those gods, it was there when they all came to be & as such, demands respect inherently. ( & as an aside, i can easily alter this lore to accommodate other muses ).

she aims to help people live their lives to the fullest before their time comes, but when it does, ada can come to each person/ each living thing, differently, comforts them as best she can, & aids them to pass on peacefully where possible.

but it also hurts her to take lives, to do so in painful ways especially, but just as ada can do things of her own accord, she is bound by her destiny. ada is, at times, forced to be cruel & evil. so she lives ( for lack of a better word ) each day with regrets because, ultimately, she loves everyone & everything so fully. death doesn't want to take lives but there's value & necessity in death order for other life to continue.

earlier i also mentioned both the birth of universes & flies as being something ada is a part of. & while she doesn't necessarily feel the same contributing to the passing of animals without a brain vs something as intelligent as humans, the simply act of taking the life of anything is significant. seeing the death of something as beautiful as a star is difficult even when it brings about the something as breathtaking as the nebula it creates.

i want to discuss the woman whose form ada takes but as this post is already rather long & the background ada has with this woman is also quite long so i'll be making a separate post on her specifically

i n f l u e n c e s

when creating ada, i was firstly influenced just generally by death as it comes up in various media, from things like death/angel of death from supernatural, to stories where death isn't a person. but after reading things such as tuesday's with morrie by mitch albom, my own personal thoughts about death can, has, & will continue to change. this means that my concept for ada is also subject to change here & there.

that being said, my death personified is ultimately heavily inspired by the book thief by markus zusak because of death being the narrator.

the way death introduces themself as the first thing in the novel really stuck with me in particulate. of course there was mention of the observable things that death would notice at the moment someone passes. but to me these two parts in particular were noteworthy:

" it suffices to say that at some point in time, i will be standing over you, as genially as possible. your soul will be in my arms. a color will be perched on my shoulder. i will carry you gently away. "

&

" the question is, what color will everything be at the moment when i come for you? what will the sky be saying? personally, i like a chocolate-colored sky. dark, dark chocolate. people say it suits me. i do, however, try to enjoy every color i see — the whole spectrum. a billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. it takes the edge off the stress. it helps me relax. "

it just felt so human, while also incredibly isolating in a way. obviously ada is not a 1:1 in personality, but just the concept of death existing as an actual being with a consciousness & feelings were the building blocks for ada as a whole.

realistically the only characters ada can't interact with are other characters that are death ie. death from supernatural or thanatos from greek mythology

[zydrateacademy]

The Thieves Guild Summary, 7/16/24

Attendees: Dibbe, Sansi, Nat, Ta’ik, Ranzo, Aeragail, Garrett

Dibbe had floated the idea of a bank heist for weeks. By their very nature they are tougher nuts to crack. They had no illusions, they would see no treasure tonight. It was an intel job. Get in, distract guards, get a read on their equipment, and figure out what level of warding they will have to contend with.

In this, Dibbe assigned specific jobs for everyone. Sansi and Nat were the two most magically inclined, and therefore their assignment was to detect any wards and magical defenses. Dibbe already knew there were some present but her magic is mostly self serving and internal, she’s certainly not an enchanter or sorceress by any means.

Next, in order to make sure eyes stayed off of the two magic users while they emitted their spellcraft, Ta’ik, Ranzo, and Garrett were tasked with guard duty. Previous intel said that there’s at minimum two guards present, sometimes three. All three of them are well known to be experienced swindlers and silver-tongued devils, so between the three of them their task was to contend with the guards and keep their eyes elsewhere.

Dibbe was familiar with a fellow marshkin clerk and alongside Aeragail, their job was mostly to keep some clerks locked down and ‘busy’, further keeping eyes off of their magic users. Ultimately, the job was to get a read on their defenses and come back later. Some of the crew began lining up some cover stories. Nat adopted a foppish noble persona with Ranzo as her bodyguard. Sansi adopted a persona as an Elsweyr merchant, bringing forth one of her magic mirrors to hopefully get inside the vault and utilize against them. Aeragail was to be her aide.

Dibbe immediately gave her marshkin acquaintance a hug (unknown to him that he was ultimately a ‘mark’) as they got to work on whatever falsified businesses she had previously established from her time there. 

Everyone either got to work or got in line to uphold the image of mere customers looking to utilize their vault, open an account, or hold goods. The night was slow at first until it was interrupted by an unexpected guest.

Enter the Thief-Taker General, Charles Notter. A beast of a man, boasting a near seven feet in height, equipped with thick steel armor. A deep voice emitting from his full helm’d visage, demanding information from the local clerks before turning his attention on the largely suspicious surge of customers within the lobby.

Dibbe entered a panic. She was able to identify him immediately on a personal level. Despite her hardiness, her extended lifespan with an incredible amount of experience, Charles almost killed her. After the Telvanni vault job a decade ago, her crew left Morrowind proper and the Telvanni contracted the relatively new Thief-Taker Generals to give chase to the crew responsible. One by one, they would lose their knees, their hands, and sometimes their lives to this brutal, ancient-era level of street justice. Culminating in a street fight against Notter and the last remnants of Dibbe’s crew, breaking her spine and leaving half of her body unresponsive before her khajiit scout fashioned a smoke bomb and escaped with her in tow. The other thieves were murdered in the fray, leaving them the last two survivors of the Telvanni Vault job.

Dibbe was mostly able to maintain her composure for the most part, silently warning Garrett as Charles began interrogating Sansi. He seemed dissatisfied with her claims, and moved over to the “palescale”. Dibbe spun her half-lie given her previous business with the bank but it’s unlikely Notter bought her tall tale and he left with the mere statement; “I have what I came for''. The guild quickly departed back to Dib’s refuge to discuss everything that had transpired.

Many ideas were floated around, but the main takeaway is that with Charles Notter back on the field, the bank job for the future has been put on hold as Dibbe investigates jobs that are more abroad than within known cities. Notter will likely be a major problem for them in the future, if he can find them again…