#tw: fire mentions

[griim]

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT VERSE

Even from her birth, Gemma's father made it clear that her mother was a nobody, much like she was. Gemma had believed that her mother was dead or something worse. Through paperwork, many years later, Gemma found she was alive but knew nothing of them because of the machine used by the Rossum Corporation. Meaning that to Alexandria, Gemma did not exist, something Gemma had become used to knowing. The young girl knew that she could never have a ‘normal’ family life. But Gemma made sure that Alexandria would not know of her or her Christian's existence, even if this would be possibly the only chance at having a family she would ever have.

During one of the many nights she began stockpiling evidence against her family, Gemma found a secret file. This file contained information about her and what they had been doing to her. Opening it, Gemma was horrified to find out that they had been experimenting on her, using the chair in hopes to remake it and break her in the process. They were hoping to make her a weapon, for the highest bidder. And reading through the files, each line got worse. These things done to Gemma should never happen to anyone. Let alone a child. That was when the voice started, ‘Take revenge, you know you want to.’ A voice that seemed to come from nowhere. However, the thought did cross her mind. Having enough, she would not be their test subject anymore. Grabbing what she could, Gemma stuffed it in her backpack and ran away at seventeen. 

Years passed, and Gemma joined the military, slowly amassing kills, almost as if something else lived within her. Something dark. Some soldiers even rumored she e n j o y e d the killing. Whispers began, calling her The Reaper. During this time, she met Jordan, someone who looked past this ‘darkness’ within her. Showed her the gentle touch she had wanted all along. However, that gentleness and peace ripped from her. 

Gemma remembers it as such; 

“We were out on a typical mission, going in when no one else could or would. You know, because we are the ballsy type. As we approached a small village, things seemed fine and quiet, but we were used to that. So, in that time, we made jokes and, you know, shoot the shit, as you do with people you consider family. That didn’t last long. Nicole, our unit's dog, alerted us to something. So, in typical fashion, we started to scope out the area. But it was too late. We had been ambushed.” Her heart began to race, even when she swore she felt nothing. Gulping, she remained stone-faced, not needing to show them any emotions. 

‘Take cover’, ‘coming from the east’, ‘hold your ground.’ The commands sounded clear as day in her mind. If she had done a better job at giving commands, Jordan would still have been here, or if she had not decided to go into the town, he'd be alive. 

“So, we took cover and began to return fire, something we were used to dealing with, most of us being seasoned members. Jordan, being my partner in the front. We had been behind cover together, taking turns shooting and reloading. Covering for the other. Stuff we both had done hundreds of times before,” this was where the guilt set in, a survivor who believed it should have been t h e m. “As I reloaded, it jammed for a split second, and that second cost Jordan his life…” Pausing, she struggled internally with speaking the words. “He had been shot. Pretty badly, you get used to seeing gunshot wounds. But because it was him, it felt different… After he fell behind cover,” once again, those screamed commands echoed in her mind.

‘Man down’, ‘Man fucking down’, ‘we need a medevac.’ However, now knowing that there never was one.

“I assessed the situation and called for help, but nothing came. Jordan was dying, and I had to hold off the enemy until my unit made its way to me. I could not cry. Because that would not have done shit at that moment. I was a soldier, damn it. One of our operatives told me we needed to move a bomb was set to go, it was all a trap. And, me being me, I wanted to save him, not just because I loved him, but because he was part of our unit, we do not leave men behind.” The tears fought desperately to fall from her eyes, but Gemma held them back. "Jordan knew he would not make it, so he told the team and me to go. I fought like hell to bring him with us, and when they attempted to grab me, that voice from my childhood. When I felt so much rage returned, telling me to fight back if he meant so much to you. Then something snapped in Gemma, she turned on her men, and in what seemed like a blur, she saw nothing but red, and then, she felt p e a c e. 

Blood soaked the ground around Gemma, and the bodies of her team littered the ground at her feet. A laugh escaped her lips as a voice from the darkness beckoned her from over Jordan's body, whispering. 'It is a very mean and nasty place, the world. And it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently. But not you. You became that mean and nasty thing.' Smiling, the woman stumbled over to her lover's body, laying herself over him, blood covering her. As the final ticks of the bomb sounded, she looked up. Face met with a blast of flame. The flame consumed nearly all of her face, and as Gemma thought it was over, something engulfed her, The Red Forest. 

A surviving Unit member swears he heard a laugh, something evil coming from her, and a mask. A skull mask shrouded in a cover, then she was gone.  Who knows, maybe you will find yourself facing The Reaper. 

[ahllohehn]

can life series mumbo k jumbo stop seeking for grian everytime he starts burning im gonna start having delusions again

[teaboot]

When I was a kid, I regularly lost reading privileges for "having an attitude" and "acting out".

It wasn't as simple as being told not to read during other activities- one of the first times it happened, I remember being six years old, watching my stepfather pull fistfuls of books off my bookshelf and throw them to the floor in a heaping mess while I cried and asked him to stop.

It was weird. Every other adult I knew described me as exceptionally well-behaved, but at home, it was the opposite, and it was blamed on "learning bad habits from that shit you're reading".

Because I couldn't read at home, I spent all my free time at school in the library, reading with my friends.

When I grew up and moved away, I realized that my family life was toxic and abusive, and the "attitudes" I was being punished for were standing up for myself, standing up for my younger siblings, and resisting actual, real-life psychological abuse. Because I'd learned from what I'd read that my family wasn't normal, not like my parents said it was, and in my stories, the heroes were the people who spoke out when it was hard to.

It is insane to me that there are students right now who can't access books. It is insane that books are being outlawed. It is perverse that we are stealing away an entire generation's ability to contextualize their lives, to learn about the world around them, to develop critical thinking skills and express themselves and feel connected to the world or escape from it, whatever and whenever and however they need.

That is not how you raise a compassionate, thoughtful, powerful society.

That's how you process cattle.

It's fucking disgusting.

[spookywaffledio]

not too fond of nightwings

[incorrectbatfam]

Jason: Arson? Oh, you mean crime brûlée.

[audliminal]

Survivability Bias Pt 3

Masterpost - Ao3

Content warning: This chapter involves depiction of a train derailment and subsequent fire throughout. There is also brief mention of death. I will be putting a brief summary in the description if you prefer not to read this part.

Danny jolts up from his fitful sleep. He’s intangible and invisible before he’s even fully sitting up and he’s in the air before he registers the loud boom that woke him. Any concerns about his bright transformation are made totally irrelevant by the warning sirens blaring in his head.

Wait, no. Those are real sirens.

In the distance, lights are now accompanying the sirens; flashing as they speed down what looks like main street. It’s pretty clear where they’re going too, from the violent orange glow cascading over the tops of the nearby buildings.

I knew it, Danny thinks, flying towards whatever disaster is unfolding. probably it’s stupid to get involved, when he still knows so little about this place, but- well, old habits die hard. It doesn’t take long for the problem to become obvious, and Danny freezes as he struggles to process the scene before him.

The metal carnage is nothing like Danny’s ever seen before; what looks to be a freight train has derailed at the worst possible location, sending its cars careening into the various apartment buildings and stores on the east side of town, and to make matters worse, one of them has clearly crashed straight into the gas station by the freeway, and fire is spreading faster than Danny could have imagined.

Danny can already see two buildings blazing, but he quickly focuses his attention towards the carnage of the train itself. Luckily it’s fairly obvious what direction it was headed, and Danny moves fast, looking for the engine. In ghost form, physical sensations always feel a little more distant but even through that, Danny can feel his heart rabbiting in his chest. Luckily it takes less than a minute to find the engine, but as he approaches it, the presence of death catches in his throat, and he immediately knows it’s a lost cause.

He can’t sense any actual ghosts, though, so instead Danny whips around to stare at the derailed cars. He’s far more used to fighting than he is rescues, but he can hardly just ignore the possibility of people trapped, so he carefully begins phasing through the wreckage, searching and listening for signs of anyone. Already, people are starting to gather outside; both those who were nearby and those who have managed to escape on their own, and Danny is careful to maintain his invisibility as he works. 

Danny’s made it through about half the wreck by the time he spots the firetrucks arriving, he’s pretty certain that nobody’s trapped under any of the cars, and he’s also thinking more clearly. The fire has also gotten worse now, and Danny watches as fully equipped firefighters spill out onto the street, already jumping to work as the fire chief shouts out orders. Some rush to start battling the flames, but others head towards the crowd.

They’re getting headcounts, Danny realizes. It seems so obvious in retrospect, but of course, Danny would have to be visible to check with anyone. And now that they’re here, anything he tries to do in secret would probably just make things harder. There is, of course, an easy solution to that, but- Danny has yet to find any evidence that all the meta stuff is anything but propaganda.

Even as Danny considers the dilemma, he knows what he’s going to do. He’s survived danger before, after all, and if he can keep people from assuming ghost, then he’ll have an advantage on them even if it comes to the worst. Besides, there’s that whole great powers-great responsibility thing, so in a way, it’s kind of his responsibility...

Danny floats out of the wreckage before shifting into visibility, figuring it’s probably polite to approach in their field of sight.

“What can I do to help?” Danny asks, causing most of the crowd to stare in shock. Belatedly he realizes he’s still floating, but actually that’s probably a good thing. Makes it clear he’s a meta right off the bat, at least

“New hero, huh? Powerset?” The man responds promptly, leveling Danny with an even gaze. Probably the lack of shock is a good thing. Probably.

“Uh, flight obviously, enhanced strength as well, and um... The ability to turn people and things intangible?” Danny responds promptly. It’s far from his full set, but he figures those are the most relevant, and keeping most of his tricks under his sleeve makes him feel better about what he’s doing.

“Is the fire gonna hurt you? I’m not sending some kid in there to die of third degree burns or smoke inhalation.” The man frowns, giving Danny the distinct feeling he’s not particularly impressed with Danny’s answer.

“Oh! Yeah, no, I’ll be fine! I like, don’t exactly need to breathe? And I’m fine in extreme heat too, so it shouldn’t be a problem...” Danny trails off and the head firefighter narrows his eyes as he tries not to flinch at the assessing look. To Danny’s right, someone shouts and when he turns to look, he sees a firefighter wave their arm and plant some kind of flag before moving on. No longer paying attention to Danny, the chief walks over and speaks to another firefighter. Danny wonders if he’s been dismissed, but before he can do anything, the chief calls out to him.

“Alright kid, you’re up, I guess,” he says, when Danny walks over. “We don’t know how injured he is, so do not move him, but if you’re strong enough to move this stuff fast and safe, that’ll be a damn good help.” He gestures to the twisted mess that Danny’s pretty sure was the edge of a building. 

Danny nods, stepping forward to examine the rubble. The firefighter that spotted the man points to a couple beams.

“Those beams are protecting him from the worst of it right now, but we’ll need to move them in order to get him out, so you gotta make sure that there’s nothing that’ll fall on him him when you move them.” 

“Righty-o,” Danny says, stepping forward to grab the two support beams he’d pointed too. He carefully examines the rubble collapsed around and over it. It’s sort of like a puzzle, he realizes - not quite the same as fixing his parents tech; certainly nothing here is supposed to be smashed together like that, but-

Danny blinks and refocuses. If he  just moves a few things first, he thinks he can get enough cleared away and just intange the beams. He tries to be fast as he does, without forgetting the emphasis the chief had put on safety, and after a few moments, he’s ready to move the beams. He gets into a good position, and then carefully makes them intangible, ready to react if anything bad happens. When nothing does, he carefully pulls them up and away, watching as the waiting firefighters rush in and start to work on actually extracting the guy.

He watches for a bit as a backboard appears and they begin a very slow and careful process of getting the guy onto it.

“Kid,” the chief calls, pulling Danny’s attention away.The chief guides him towards one of the buildings that’s on fire. “Got two people trapped on the third floor here. The stairs are unsafe, so if you can, get yourself up there, locate them, and get them out.”

Danny nods, not waiting for further instruction. He flies up two floors, and goes straight through the wall with his intangibility. The majority of this building isn’t terribly damaged, but one side has collapsed in on itself so if that’s where the stairs were, he can understand the difficulty. The air inside is already thick with smoke, and he quickly stops breathing, belatedly remembering that he’s supposed to not get smoke inhalation. Luckily, it doesn’t take long to catch the sound of voices, and Danny follows it to a room where two people are huddled next to an open window. Right, that’s a smart way to limit the danger of the smoke.

“Rides here!” Danny announces cheerfully, dropping his intangibility. Both people startle as they spot him, but one recovers relatively quickly.

“Him first,” they say, nodding towards their companion, who definitely looks more dazed.

“Right, here we go!” Danny says, stepping forward, and scooping the person up, and wasting no time flying directly through the building, and down to the waiting paramedics. There’s no stretcher currently available, so Danny gently sets them on the ground away from the worst of the smoke, before flying back to get the other person. They’re already standing up, and waste no time in wrapping their arms around his neck as he picks them up and flies them out to the medics as well.

Danny hardly has time to set the person down, before the chief is pulling him away again. They send him in to save a couple other trapped people, but after that, it sounds like everybody is accounted for, because the chief starts focusing all their energy on putting out the fire, rather than just containing it.

Danny is surprised to find himself pulled into helping with this part too. He gets assigned to a fire attack team, and Danny trails along after the two firefighters as the enter the building and begin to fight the fire from the inside.Occasionally, one of them will point at some piece of wall or ceiling and ask him to check what’s on the other side. He goes where they say, looking for signs of the fire, and when he does spot flames, occasionally tearing stuff down so they can get to it with their fire hose. It’s honestly a fascinating process. Danny’s never been anywhere near a major fire and the fact that the firefighters actually do more damage to the building as they work echoes in Danny’s brain as a morbid refrain.

What they’re doing is clearly working though, because he can actually feel the ambient temperature going down as time goes on. He briefly wonders if he should be trying to use his ice powers when one of his teammates complains about how hot it is, but they have protection, and he doesn’t want to risk any more info on him getting out. And anyways, he’s busy enough just doing his job. By the time they leave the building, Danny is exhausted. The interrupted night’s sleep is making itself known, alongside the surprising realization that Danny has actually worked harder tonight than he ever has before.

He lets himself half-collapse against a wall beside one of the fire trucks, once they finish their work putting out the fire. Beside him, his teammates are divesting themselves of their gear. it’s funny, Danny was anxious about revealing himself at first, but this whole night - and Danny belatedly realizes the sun is beginning to drift above the horizon now - he’s not been scared at all. Sure he’s been worried; with people in danger he’s hardly going to feel good, but in the last few hours he’s both worked harder than he has in any of his fights, and he’s done it without feeling terrible. Now, with just everyone accounted for and just about all of them either fine or in the hands of doctors, he feels odd.

It’s not a bad feeling or anything, kind of like when he successfully beats a hard level in a video game, or how he used to feel when he finished science projects in middle school.

Satisfaction, he realizes. And that’s what it is, though it’s far stronger than any version of it that he’s ever felt before. He does have a lot to feel proud of too. He  helped, even though he wasn’t sure it was safe to, and he might’ve actually saved somebody’s life tonight.

“You did good, kid.” One of his teammates says, echoing Danny’s thoughts. He startles a bit, feels himself flushing, and then in his embarrassment, he feels himself tumble over into a full blush. It’s always felt more embarrassing blushing in his ghost form. The way his skin actually glows with the green tinge is just so obviously inhuman, and he tries to avoid, tries his best to seem normal and alive, even when he’s a ghost.

Of course, these people don’t know he’s a ghost, but from what he’s seen, most of the heroes out there at least look functionally human, and he waits for the firefighters around him to freak out at the reminder that he isn’t even remotely one of them.

“Damn,” one whistles. Green glow is a new one. Makes your freckles real cute though.” The others laugh, and the other of his teammates steps forward to pat him gently on the back.

“Stop embarrassing my new favorite hero,” the chief says, walking up to join them. “You gotta name?” 

“Oh, yeah!” Danny answers, desperate for a distraction from this line of conversation. “I’m Danny!”

“Danny,” the chief responds flatly. he almost sounds exasperated, though Danny can’t imagine why, unless...

Unless that absolutely sounds like he just introduced himself normal and they think he’s a hero and he sounds like a dumbass without a secret identity, which- technically isn’t exactly wrong. 

“Yup!” Danny says, trying to make it sound intentional. “Danny Phantom at your service! Y’know cause of the intangibility and like. It just sounded good?” There. That sounds plausible. If he actually does end up having to be a hero, though, he’ll probably need a different first name. If he gets a civilian identity, that is.

“Well, Phantom,” the chief grins, that same assessing look from before back, but noticeably more relaxed now that there’s no immediate danger. “We’re damn grateful for all your help, and if you need anything you come let us know, alright?”

“Yeah, one of his teammates echoes. “You’re an honorary firefighter now, you should come hang out at the station sometime!” A couple of the others echo the sentiment. It’s surprisingly kind, and Danny smiles at the unrelenting wave of welcome.

“I’ll think about it,” he offers uncertainly. “For now, I think I ought to go back to sleep for a few more hours.”

“That sounds like a good idea, Danny,” the chief says. “Just make sure to get something to eat first. You’ve burned a lot of calories today.”

“Yeah, will do,” Danny offers an awkward salute to the man, and then, before he can actually fall asleep standing up, he takes off to hunt down a good spot for a nap.

[kyuhudraws]

Strong bird prince!

[incorrect-legendborn-quotes]

Nick: Give yourself permission to not be assessable at all times. Ignore that voice mail. Leave that message on read. Turn off your phone. Don’t answer emails. Destroy your SIM card. Burn your house down. Disappear under mysterious circumstances.

[legendary-cookies]

(Source)

BITING THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE

[edelweiss-maiden]

‘‘how romantic it must be to be imprisoned in a castle and made to squeeze out heirs’’ (1x04)

til death do us part by edmund blair leighton (1878, detail) / zella day - jerome / susanna and the elders by bernardino luini (c. 1521-1525, detail) / halsey - the tradition (inspo) / the french lieutenant’s woman by john fowles (1969) / lear and cordelia by ford madox brown (c.1849-1854, detail) / the penitent magdalen by unknown follower of giacinto brandi (c.1623-1691, detail) / death and the maiden by hans schwarz (c.1520) / fire and blood by george r.r. martin / ganymede by jericho brown

[sperm-in-mcdonalds-sprite]

"You guys are proving the point."

"We are just as bad as the Capitol."

"Did you even read the books? Wanting more is the problem."

No, fucking no..

Did you read the books? Do you know the content you consumed? This isn't john wick, we aren't reading and watching this series for the gruesome deaths.

We are consuming this media to hear the voices of this fictional world, the voices who were robbed of their story.

Thinking that we are just as bad is way off the point I'd think you are insane. Why are we acting like this is similar at all.

You have any idea what I'd give to hear the tales of the people who were killed before anyone would know. The ancestors we have who we won't ever know.

We read for the hope, for the relating to these people. I was raped at a young child, hearing Finnick realize it isn't his fault would heal me.

Hearing a story from the 25th hunger games would heal the people who were turned on for no reason. Hearing about a Capitol citizen slowly realize the reality will help people whose entire lives have been trapped in a propaganda machine. Hearing if the ones who rely on drugs will heal those who struggled with use.

The entire point of the games were to remind people to stay silent, to stay docile against the government. The reason we read is to feel joy for people rising above, for working for a better ending.

When I read the end of Mockingjay, I can't help but cry. Because after having my son and overcoming everything, I relate to Katniss's love and growth.

I want to see this anger when people complain about gay people and politics in the books. Not when people hope to hear more survivors, because even if you don't make it out alive.

You still survived.

[bayetea]

when frank considered setting his wood on fire to warm hazel up in like his first chapter of son of neptune

[bjorkncaddel]

𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 a routine, sometimes Neva hits the bar after work, it depends on how she feels on the day… If she felt so socially overwhelmed she fades into the darkness of her room. If she feels a bit social then she would hit the bar and just stay for a little time before vanishing, she never stays too long. Today was one of these days, she planned on having one drink before going home. She was considering taking a vacation because she was exhausted lately and felt like she needed to recharge her energies somehow.

The Swedish blonde asked for the bartender to adventure in making their own cocktail, something to impress her that wasn't on the menu. Last time, her friend was impressed with their creation, and perhaps she had high hopes that she would be impressed, again. Either way, the last cocktail had unicorn flavor… And was pink, a weakness of hers. Any sweet or pink drink, she simply wants to have them. The drink, however, wasn't visually pleasant. She took a sip on it, and well… She liked it but didn't enjoy it as the last cocktail.

Once she finished her drink, she paid it was about to head home. Upon his voice, she looked at him, noticing he was talking to her… ⏤ ❛ I do! ❜ Neva was a little excited to answer that question. Mostly because she carries matches but she, herself isn't a smoker, she just wanted to mimic those movie scenes where somebody asks for a lighter and she lights it in the matches. Pathetic, really… But he does not need to know she isn't exactly a smoker. ❛ Just hold for a second. ❜ She picked up her Chanel backpack, and after a second or two rummages her purse, she found the matchbox and lit up the first match but easily erased the fire, and tried again holding it to give it to Teddy.

Status: open @bhqextras where: a speakeasy in Manhattan

He was struggling through his drink, which in all actuality was not only a bit pathetic for a man of his age but also made him feel like a bit of a prick, considering how well made the dammed thing was, all crystal-clear ice molded into a perfect sphere and carefully styled orange peel. Even the smooth, caramelly, oaky finish to the whiskey would be something of a delight if he were a different type of man, however, he wasn't that type of man. He was the type of man who ordered a cosmopolitan with a heavy dash of bitters or an aviation; something that came in a fancy little glass and had more than two ingredients and would most definitely be the subject of harsh ridicule from the lads back home, were he back home, though he wasn't home- not even close- and so even that thought did nothing but bring an even larger displeased sigh tumbling from his lips.

Still, it was too late to do anything about his painfully wrong rink order now, after all, who sent back a drink they had already put their lips on? Not him, even if he did grimace with every compulsory sip. It was entirely his fault, anyway. Had he not been so absorbed in his book he would have noticed that he had been given another patron's order and now they would both need to suffer for it. It was what he got for reading inside a speakeasy rather than interacting with others like a normal person.

He set down his paperback and ran a hand over his face before he reached for his pack of cigarettes and lighter, throwing a fifty on the bar top with a nod toward the bartender to save his seat when he realized his lighter was nowhere to be found in the pockets of his coat. "Sorry," he said, turning to the person closest to him, "have you got a light? I'll get your next round as a thank you."

[sweetestflow3rs]

NPC DIVE-IN || Cody the Messenger

"Holding you, they brush aside a streak of their blue hair. They seem almost familiar, but you can’t place why as you gaze deeply into their bright, golden eye. You think to yourself if this is how angels are supposed to look like."

SONG INSIGHT: life of the party by the weeknd - ruler of my heart by alien stage - sex party by left boy

Cody is a Person of Interest / NPC that can be found usually at Harvest Street in Landry's Pub. Cody will usually be seen behind the bar, bartending and serving customers there. To regular PCs, he just serves drinks, but to PCs with recognized fame and a criminal record, Cody is actually an information broker.

Once unlocked, Cody's mechanic is that he serves as a form of contractual employer who will provide the PC different tasks / "side quests" to go on that vary based on the PC's Fame, being able to earn large amounts of money for completing it successfully. At the risk of also increasing your criminal record exponentially.

However, failing at the tasks Cody gives the PC can have its consequences, too.

While Cody himself comes off as someone more relaxed than most, one thing Cody takes pride in is his work for the reputation he has built from it. The PC messing up looks bad on him, yet, at first, he plays it off as if everything is alright. Apologizing to the PC for giving them such a hard task, telling them to take it easy for the night and go to bed. But, the morning they wake up, the PC will sudden have an infamy in their Rape, Monster, Pregnancy, Sex and Prostitution fame with an increase of NPC Stalking Encounters. Cody has now spread false info and gossip about the PC as a consequence for failing.

And the punishment does not end there, as to return everything back to normal, the PC has to make it up to Cody. Which, of course, he will compensate them with a decent pay. The punishment varies depending on Cody's stats:

Low Love & Low Respect: Take on a risky job that can lock them into a soft bad end if they fail it.

Low Love & High Respect: Go to visit clients in a meeting with Cody who he allows to grope and fondle the PC, but intervenes if they try to push it further than just grabbing.

Decent Love & Low Respect: Forced to wear a revealing outfit and work a night shift at the Pub, advertising the Pub to people outside and serving drinks to guests inside. Cody records the entire thing while laughing, but intervenes if customers try to take advantage

Decent Love & High Respect: Will take them into a small room in the Pub, where there are horrific levels of paperwork scattered around. The PC has to sort them out for hours.

High Love & High Lust: Will take them into a small room in the Pub and overstimulate the PC into multiple orgasms until they pass out, laughing when they wake up

While Cody is a risky NPC to engage with, his mechanic does serve its benefits. With High Love & High Respect, the PC can unlock:

Cody's Apartment in the Barb Street Flats as a new safehouse.

Getting to join Cody on errands ( "dates" ) and unlocking unique interaction encounters with Cody bringing the PC to hang out either in Eden's cabin with him, or Bailey's Apartment, seeing rare moments of almost 'normalcy' from the two antagonists.

Cody being a figure to vent at to reduce stress and trauma. Low Love & Low Respect can do this too, but Cody will spread your info around which can affect the PC's stats with certain NPCs depending on what they said

If kidnapped or sold to Eden, during his weekly visits to them, if Cody sees a high stress & trauma PC there, he will try to convince Eden to lessen up on them and let them roam around again. He can only do this once, after that? His hands are tied.

After a year in-game, Cody will ask if the PC wants to 'shake things up'. Dependent on willpower, will either be tasked to cause hell for the criminal underground OR earn rank in the criminal underground ( both have varying "end" results and cannot be forgotten once accepted )

RANDOM TRIVIA & LORE

Cody is someone known to make a joke of everything, carrying a smile on his face. Almost nonchalant, with how sarcastic and mocking he can be.

Actually someone who thrives on chaos & causing it. He enjoys stirring up drama and trouble, and enjoys poking at the spots he knows upsets people the most. His mocking behavior is even worse, with how cruel he can be in the worst situations due to his nihilistic tendencies

His Respect stat dictates in what manner he treats the PC. Those with low respect, he tends to see as someone not capable enough, treating them in almost 'adoring' fashion, but it is in fact degrading and at times, dehumanizing. He tends to toss them around more.

High Respect means that Cody sees this person as an equal, and is more willing to give them insights on the personal workings of the town, giving them more responsibilities. While he still enjoys tossing around the PC in his hand, they now have the opportunity to make demands out of him too

Cody is a former orphan from the Orphanage. As a child, Bailey and Eden were considered to be like his older siblings, with how much time he spent with them.

Was there to witness Bailey's rise to power, the removal of the previous Caretaker, and the fallout between Eden and Bailey.

Part of the first generation of orphans that Bailey demanded debt repayment. Used to steal & work at the spa & do drag performances to make ends meet

A former delinquent & popular kid. Often skipped class to smoke weed in either the bathroom or rooftop.

Was classmates & bestfriends with Wren and Niki. Niki and Cody used to even date for awhile. Niki still regrets the breakup

Got kidnapped into the Underground Farm before it was as developed it is now before even Harper was employed, and was considered Remy's "favorite". Often SA'd by them personally, until they managed to escape.

Blamed Bailey for it, and let them knew how much it upset him. Saying it would've never happened if Bailey wasn't constantly demanding work from him, saying he was just as bad as the last caretaker. ( He apologized after awhile )

Joined the Temple in some hope of security. Actually was in there for awhile, and had a high position of authority, his halo proving that. But, Cody became disillusioned from the Temple's methods & passivity within the town after a bit.

Despite this, still kept his halo to spite the Temple. He felt that with his 'corrupt' lifestyle, with his halo still ever present, it spits on the 'good values' the Temple tries to preach to others.

Due to his previous authority in the Temple, and his high ranked divinity, the PC can actually go to Cody for certain Temple services like confession & asking for removal of the Fallen Angel TF

Broke off his bonds with Wren & Niki after they told him about accepting jobs from Remy when they knew what happened to him. It put a huge dent in their friendship. His now closest friends / "found family" is Bailey and Eden.

Paid off his debt with Bailey a month before he graduated high school, having started his information broking career during this era.

Is secretly very wealthy due to his career, though no one would ever guess from how he dresses and act.

His favorite dish is kwek kwek. Cody tends to prefer sweet & savory food, and has a big preference on street dishes.

Ethnically Puerto Rican & Brazilian

Is 6'2" / 187cm

Not everyone knows Cody's drag look, so he uses it to his advantage to pry information from others. Especially if they have a preference towards feminine company.

Mentors Noel ( my other NPC ). Was the one to convince to get matching pierced ears.

Has piercings all over his body & a venom piercing on his tongue. The day he feels like removing his chastity cage, he plans on getting a dick piercing.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

gee wiz, it sure is cool that Gordon survived the resonance cascade, I sure hope he's doing well

Finally decided to give Gordon a ref for my au Aftermath (which i've talked about here. Once.)

Also bonus:

[loozerboykisser]

When shit goes down? In drugs I drown!