#we're a lawless city around these parts

[allaboardthevespa]

A conversation between DC characters

[the-firebird69]

Watchmen | Official Tease | HBO

This is exactly what Max wanted you to do and what you're doing you're running around threatening the whole world with devices for them it's what they're saying it's what their goal was and they're pushing you to do it and here you are and there's a few years ago saying it out loud because you're a bunch of assholes and this is when you were big you had enough of your regular job and you were saying it it's because of weakness and you're disgustingly stupid and you fell for their stuff and you're falling for it and a lot of you are kind of terrorists and that's what you do and your boss Trump is a terrorist and they're allowing him in the media and get away with stuff and it's a mistake and he's having fun terrorizing people that's what he's doing and he's doing it to all of you and including the max who are still allowing him to do it and they wanted air of lawlessness because with or without you they can still build their stuff feed their people on them they're underground and they're not part of your society and this guy is a complete failure and he's encouraging terrorism with his activities and actions and verbage and he has almost no resistance to it.

The marking down all of his comments and we are going after him and pushing him just like the max to take him down because of his posture and others like him soon he'll be dead completely in a New York City it goes through probably 50 to 80% of his higher ups who have this idiotic talk and they're completely erased and just a few days coming up soon the rest of his organization falls to pieces in minutes and he gets lynched globally like he was saying our sun would and the guy is a peevish little b**** her son's alone out there and you can't figure it out at all everyone's been explaining it to you by pumping you full of iron they've been telling you. And you ruined the ACT for almost your whole realm but you started with a clan who had a really powerful one and the max were doing it a little and you did a lot and it ruined them they're ruined and they hate you and it turned into a life and death situation and we had to act and apparently that's what we needed and it's true and it works and it's working now in our father and mother respectfully say to us remember that these are people that were slaughtering and were right in our judgment and they need to be slaughtered and this is what's required and it really is but boy is it hard to identify you screaming idiots honestly goodness you ruin your chances of survival with your asinine approach you don't even believe our son and daughter when they say that they're down there growing their army using your your stupid bunker in westborough that's what they did you weren't using it as governor they figured they grab you if you get if you went there you're so goddamn stupid that you can't figure out what this is true because they're rubbing it in cuz you're such a huge a****** he sits here and yells and hopes to go off and try and become your little sheriff guy cuz you're getting beat up every time and we're putting a hit on you Trump cuz he a****** next door and you're the a****** named Sam and you pilot the boat down fisherman's village and your dead meat or putting a hit on you e can run off and try and do it because everyone's going to kill your f****** ass. He also John remillard and there's hits on you already they're going to look it up and go after you and you're going to go get in your copy uniform and you're not even here you sneak out all the time still and people see you all the time you're a huge f****** moron cuz he hates the s*** out of you if you're here or not he's sitting there attacking you

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The Dragon and the Rose {Part 01 of 03}

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader

Chapter word count: 1.4 K

Summary: It was your first time visiting King's Landing, and you were expecting countless different things from such a journey... But you could never imagine you'd get the Prince's attention.

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{House of the Dragon Masterlist}

Fire Made Flesh

This castle was beautiful, a nice change of view. The smell of salty water, the sound of the waves in the dead of night... But the biggest difference is the atmosphere.

You got here in the evening, so you didn't get the chance to see the place too well before it was lit up by candles alone. But the sensation this place has, that you felt right away. Highgarden was light, easy, and uncomplicated... King's Landing is heavy, full of politics and dangerous people... And given the powerful family that sits on the Iron Throne, it couldn't be any different.

“I'm bored,” Leo speaks from his place walking next to you.

“Shh. Listen and pay attention,” the Septa whispers, and the kid gives you a very annoyed glance.

Leo, in all his five years of life, didn't want to go around the castle listening to historical explanations... Not when him, as do you, already know them all. He sighs, crossing his arms and walking angrily, stomping his feet on the ground.

You feel him. There is a lot you want to see and as guests of the King, you're free to explore the castle. But here you are, escorted by your Septa, listening to the stories she herself told you many times before.

“If you turn to your left, you will see-” The Meister is still speaking when what you predicted happens. Leo bolts off, giggling, running a bit too fast for his tiny legs.

“Leo Tyrell!” The Septa calls, just as your little cousin turns left and disappears.

There are two options. The first is your Septa trying to reach him, which won't ever happen, and the second one, the one you'll take, is yourself going after him and ditching this boring tour. “Don't worry, Septa, I'll bring him back.” You won't.

“By all the gods, go get him.” She exclaims, an apologetic look on her face. “No running!” The woman says just as you start to move.

“Then how am I supposed to find Leo?” You shout back, holding your skirts out of the way as you run through the castle.

Unlike in Highgarden, you have no idea where Leo might be going to. And the kids probably don't either. So you try to hear him, the footsteps, the giggles, and you do, for some time. But then, you have no idea where you're going, so you just look around and try to guess where a very curious boy would want to explore.

...And it doesn't really work. Soon enough, you're outside of the castle, walking through dirty, empty roads surrounding the castle. When you reach the stables, there are a lot of Tyrell men there.

“Sir Patrick.” You call one of your father's men. “What is this about?”

“My Lady.” He bows. “Your cousin Leo was seen leaving the castle on foot. We're going after him.”

That makes your bones freeze. King's Landing is well known for being a lawless city... And a little boy in expensive clothes running around alone... “Saddle my horse.” You say, and when Sir Patrick is about to protest, you raise a hand at him. “Don't. Saddle my horse.”

You're sure Sir Patrick would be right in every single thing he was about to say, but you won't let him speak fear into you. When your white stallion is ready, you pull yourself up, ordering the gates to be open. There's some resistance, but when they move, you rush right through.

King's Landing is a strange place. On your way to the castle, you didn't pay any attention to the place, not as for memorizing the path. So you just move by instinct, looking around, ignoring the people looking at you, a Lady in fine clothing on top of a white war horse, standing out in every possible way.

But you keep moving forward, until you're off the city, galloping up a dirt road, almost empty. When the people are replaced by men in similar clothes, you furrow your eyebrows, wondering where you're going. And if Leo would ever take the same path. “Leo!” You decide to call, going further up, ignoring whatever those men were saying. “Leo!”

It happens fast, so fast you don't even have time to catch your breath. The stone wall to your left ends, and in its place, a massive beast appears. The horse stops suddenly, standing on his hing legs and kicking the air as you struggle to hold on, almost slipping. “Hey, boy. Calm down!” You try to speak to it, but it's useless. The horse doesn't stop kicking, and when your hands lose their grip, you slide to the side. Lucky for you, the horse runs off the moment he's free, and you escape being crushed.

But now, you have bigger problems.

The beast, the dragon, is breathing heavily. Slowly, as slow as you dare, you sit up, raising your head to look at it. It seems agitated too, ignoring the men around it, trying to calm it down. The dragon has its eyes on you, and you know this is how you die. Burned by dragon fire... It'll be a good story to tell, at least. A dragon killed Lady Tyrell, as she looked at it straight in the face.

So, if this is it, you won't look away. Raising your eyes at the beast, magnificent, powerful... You face it, breathing deeply, waiting... It moves closer, lowering its head, and you notice when it breathes in...

“Ȳdra daor, Caraxes.” A voice suddenly speaks, and the dragon stops. The breath that comes out through its nose is only smoke.

Shaking, you turn your head to the right, to the source of the man who saved your life.

“Prince Daemon,” One of the men around the dragon says. “We couldn't stop him. She came out of nowhere with a horse and-”

“Gīda aōla.” He says, and the dragon swifts. Prince Daemon, with his eyes on you, walks over to where you're sitting, extending a hand. “Who are you, girl? And what are you doing here?”

Swallowing hard, you hesitantly take his hand, letting him pull you up gently. “I'm (Y/N) Tyrell... My little cousin he... He ran off, and they said he went into the town and I came after him.” It's hard to speak with his eyes set on you like that. “I'm sorry, your Grace. It wasn't my intention to disturb your dragon. I never came to King's Landing, and I was just trying to find my cousin.”

The Prince smirks, tilting his head to the side a little. “That's very brave of you, even more given this town's reputation.” Then, he gestures at the dragon. “Caraxes would be a quick, merciful death compared to what some people might want to do to you.”

Following the gesture, you look at the dragon. It has his eyes either on you or on Prince Daemon, you can't tell. “I agree, your Grace. Of all the millions of ways to die, dragon fire must be one of the best.”

“I see you find my dragon more interesting than me,” He says, a tone of sadness in his voice.

Blushing, you turn your gaze back at him. “Mm... A little.” You breathe out, embarrassed. “I've only heard of them, and seen some flying by a couple of times when a Targaryen has business near Highgarden... But from this close...”

“Do you wanna get closer?” He offers, and before you can remember any of the lessons you had from the Septa about modesty and prudence, you find yourself nodding.

“I mean... I'm not sure I can, your Grace. I already crossed a line ending up here.”

The Prince smiles again. “I'm offering, am I not?” With that, he takes your hand and pulls you with him towards the dragon. “His name is Caraxes.”

“He's beautiful.” You breathe out, making sure to stay just a little bit behind.

“Issa iā raqiros.” Prince Daemon says as you get even closer and the dragon lowers its head. “Sagon sȳz.”

“What are you saying?”

“To be nice towards you, since you're a friend of mine.” That makes you smile shyly. “Give me your hand.” As so you do. When Caraxes comes lower, Prince Daemon takes your hand and puts it on the dragon.

“He's hot!” You can't help but exclaim, feeling the rough scales under your palm.

“Dragons are-”

“Fire made flesh.” You burst out, then realize what you just did. “Apologies, your Grace.”

But when he looks down at you, he's smiling. “Don't. You're right. Va ñellyrty perzys... Fire made flesh.”

“Va ñellyrty perzys.” You try to repeat, but the old tongue feels odd in your mouth.

“That's good.” The prince says. “And it seems he likes you. I might bring you to visit him more times.”

It gives you hope. Hope of seeing such an amazing creature again... And hopes of being around the Prince a little more. “I'd like that very much, you Grace.”

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When the West Was Wild

Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Silva x OFC (no description, a last name is given in later chapters)

Story summary: A women making her own way in the lawless West has her quiet night interrupted by a stranger in need. While helping him she finds a few unmet needs of her own.

Chapter summary: More news makes things as confusing as ever.

Warnings: mentions of illness and death, adultery, talk of periods.

The sun was high in the sky when she opened her eyes. Silva stood at the widow. The sunlight highlighted the greys in his hair. She dwelled on his beauty for a moment before last night's memories came back. Silva's being so close that her heart beat like a frightened rabbit's. The kitchen became warmer than noon at the height of summer. Her thought whizzed around her head so quickly it was dizzying. Wait, had she fainted?

That was when she noticed the doctor's bag at the end of her bed. It must be bad if Mary sent for the doctor.

"It wasn't so long ago that you were the one waking up confused." She attempted humour though she felt far from amused.

There were so many illnesses that could befall someone out here. Even more so than in the much cleaner cities. Her stomach lurched at the though of what could be wrong with her. She thought back to the illness she had a while back, she hadn't been able to keep much food down. She's lost weight, became so malnourished that she ceased to become unwell. That wasn't uncommon in woman who couldn't afford to eat well. She was eating much better now so he expected her menstruation to return. Though there were doctor's articles that said if a women didn't align her humours by cleansing her blood, she may become sick, even died. Her hand subconsciously landed where the cross her father made her wear round her used to lay. Was this a punishment for thinking of breaking her marriage vows? Silva's voice interrupted her spiralling thoughts."I'd say we're even but I definitely got the better end of the deal, waking up to you."

Silva had never said something so dripping with charm to her. A compliment here and there, sure. Was he charming her to lessen the blow they had to deliver? Before she could ask him, the doctor returned.

"You're awake. Good. I trust your husband told you the good news." Husband? News? Suddenly, she felt like she did when Silva muttered to himself in Spanish. She understood the odd word but nothing made sense.

Silva looked uncomfortable for a moment before crossing to her bedside. "Not yet. She's only just woken up." Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he took her hand in his. It was warm, his grip was firm. It should have been comforting. Why was it anything but? "Sweetheart, the doctor gave us such good news. You're going to have a baby."

Emotions flashed across her face, one after the other, shock, sadness, confusion, until she settled on near hysterical laughter. Silva glanced at the doctor nervously.

"Don't worry, young man, hysteria is quiet common in pregnancy. If it gets worse come and see me. I'll just you something for her." His hat was on his head and he was out the door, bag in hand, before Silva could reply.

Silva's focus came back to her. Laughter had given way to tears now. Given that he was already holding her hand, holding her seemed like the natural thing to do. Kneeling on the bed, he pulled her into his embrace. Any sense of propriety was out of the window. She buried her head in his chest as she wept. His hand rubbed circles on her back. When time passed and she was still sobbing, he moved to sit up next to her in the bed. Tucking her to his side, he gently rocked side to side, humming a pleasant melody. When she finally calmed he was shocked at her first question. "What's that song?"

"It's a lullaby. My mother used to sing it my sister." He remember how well it worked. How the little screaming bundle in her arms would settle. Often, once the baby was somewhat settled his mother would hand Rose over to him, so she could carry on with her chores. He would cradled his sister, mumble the words under breath to save her the pain of hearing his singing.

"Do you remember the words?" She traced patterns on his chest.

"Yes." His voice was quiet, he didn't want to break the intimacy of the moment. Her safe in his arms, walking in his memories with him.

"Can you sing it for me?" She lifted her head up to ask him, it now rested on his shoulder.

Errant stands of her hair brushed his lips. If he wanted to, he could kiss her temple. Then her nose, her lips. Although, it wasn't a question of want. He wanted to, badly. It was a question of what was right. When he didn't answer she lifted her head further to look at him. Her breath fanned his lips. He could see the true colour of her eyes, he was so close to her. Just one kiss, would that really hurt? The law was the only thing that said she was married, the law didn't know a thing when it came to love. Her husband didn't care, he was out of the picture. That was when reality struck him. That man was more than just her husband now. He was the father of her child. He might have fooled the doctor that the child was his but it was the furthest thing from the truth.

"I sound like an out of tune piano. I don't think that you he good for either of you." His eyes flickered from hers to her stomach. She pulled away from him, from his body, his comfort, his memories. He wished that he'd sung her the damn song. "I'm sorry..."

"Why do you have to be sorry? This isn't anything to do with you." The words left her mouth before she realised how harsh they were.

True, he wasn't the father but this companionship between them was between them was fast becoming something more. There was a familiarity between them. Something than might have already grown into a courtship if she wasn't married. A bitterness rose in her.

That bastard hadn't even given their married a chance. Before they came here he was already bedding women behind her back. Even when he was here briefly he hadn't given this place a chance. He hadn't even tried to settle in. He had left all the jobs around town to her. She had set up an account at the bank. With his written permission of course. She had set up a delivery with the store.

"I'm sorry Silva. You've been more of a husband to me than my own these last couple of months." It was the closest she had come to telling him how she felt, her heart felt a little lighter.

"I've only tried to repay your kindness. I would be dead if it wasn't for you. You've been the one hiding me out here. I'm safe because of your good grace." That was partially true. He had stayed, at first, to help then he owns selfish desires had stopped him leaving.

Hiding him hadn't been a hardship. At first she enjoyed his company, now she loved him. She felt like she knew what love meant again. The give and take of daily life. The comfort. The happiness. Her heart could burst when she saw him smile. Everything about him enthralled her.

She knew there was so much she didn't know about his past. There was obviously a lot that he was ashamed of. There were things in here life she was ashamed of. Times she'd be oblivious to the hardship of others. Times when she'd turned a blind eye to the poor treatment of people. Times when she lost her voice to defend others out of fear for her own safety. Her families wealth was built off the backs of enslaved men and women. Yet she's spent it all the same. Hervpoor choices had cost others so much. Her shame drove her clear cross country. It followed her, it flared every time Thomas or Mary was kind to her. She should have done and said more in her youth, instead she had just focused on the issues that affect her, the poor treatment of women. If she'd have thought more about how the world was cruel to others, maybe that boy...no she couldn't think of that right now. She couldn't think of the child growing inside her right now either.

All she could think of was Silva. Even after he had decided to leave she'd thought about just hiding him away. Not many people came out this way. Any that did didn't look twice at him. They must have just assumed he was the man of the house. "Why did the doctor think you were my husband?"

"He just assumed. I didn't want to correct him and invite questions I couldn't answer."

All the pieces final slid together. Aside for the men who delivered their belonging only Mary, Thomas and the local priest had seen her husband. Not wanted to advertise the fact that she was alone out here, she never told anyone he had left. What if they just let people assume Silva was her husband? Her husband had been here months before Silva was accused of murder. Those wanted posters look nothing like him. No one could accuse him of a crime so far away. Her thoughts ran away with her so much, she wasn't even sure they made sense any more.

Also, with him in the picture she would be saved the shame of being an unwed mother. There it was again, shame forced upon her for something she didn't even think was shameful. The only thing that made sense or felt right was being tucked into Silva's side. Leaning back she put herself back in the crook of his arm. Neither of them said a thing. His arm became her shield. It held the world back and the bad thoughts at bay. Soon she found herself drifting off to sleep. When she woke, Silva's arm was still around her, it had been joined by his other arm. He was sleeping peacefully beside her. His full lips slightly parted as he breathed, even and shallow. She couldn't pull her gaze away from them. Until her bladder won out, forcing her to leave him. Once she had relieved herself and freshened up a little, she made her way her writing desk, now set in the corner of the living room.

Taking a breath, she thought back to when her husband left. To before she started feeling, well, emotional. She had blamed it on her feelings for Silva but even the day they had met she was more herself. She knew women could act differently when they were with child, she didn't realise a woman could act differently without even really noticing it's influence. Now that she knew why, she felt more in control. Picking up her pen she began to make a list just like she had before. It had served her well this far. By the time Silva came out she had drafted quite a plan.

As he crossed the room, she rose to meet him. Her head was held high, the fierceness that shone in her eyes when the first met was there again. A smiled bloomed on his lips without him realising.

"I think I have the answer to our problems." She looked so proud of herself. He didn't doubt for a second that she did.

"Go on." He sat down and waited.

"The doctor, he assumed you were my husband. The Sheriff believed Thomas when he said you were my husband. No one know what my husband looks like. What if we let people assume you are my husband? If people checked into his name, the papers in New York would say he was here. If people ask around town for you, no one is going to connect you with a society man from New York. You'd said that man that you killed outside was the last one following you? Then no one knows you're here. The Sheriff doesn't know anything, we were just close by. You'd be safe."

Silva was touched by all the thought she put into it. He thought of all the reasons he should say no. All the reasons it may not work. They were all eclipsed by just one reason to say yes. Her.

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[maraharme]

How are you coping with am everything and everything else in your country? Please tell me you are ok snd safe for the most part.

Hi

I'm fine, I'm safe, but it won't be for long. RuZZia will soon drag Belarus into the war. Atomic-nuclear missiles and bombs have already been brought to our territory - there will be a provocation, as Hitler provoked Poland to start a war (history repeats)

We have complete lawlessness going on, every day, like a lottery - whether you come home today or not. If you haven't heard, we have a policeman here, on vacation, shot a 16-year-old boy in the leg. Nothing to the policeman, and the boy - an article for hooliganism. And he was just sitting on a bench outside and playing with his friends. I have a question - there is a strict rule that says that when you go on vacation or retire, you NEED to hand over your weapons. So why the fuck is this son of a bitch, in civilian clothes, walking around the city with a gun and shooting at CHILDREN???? Unfortunately, no one will answer this question for me.

It's scary, but we Belarusians have been living like this for 30 years, but I'd be lying if I said we were used to it. No, we're not used to it. And no, we are not silent and do not sit in corners, as many write in the networks, especially Ukrainians. We also fight the Rashists at our own risk. Let me remind you that I have already written that since May 29, the police and all law enforcement agencies and authorities can just shoot at us, referring to the fact that we are allegedly terrorists. Well, you understand with the case of that boy.

I am offended that there are still people who devalue our exploits, our actions. I would be interested to see such people if they found themselves in our situation - when one part of the population is tortured to this day in prisons, another part was sent for compulsory treatment (where they are made into vegetables) and the third part left the country. So-so picture turns out. And this is not counting the number of dead and missing.

I do not know how else to stay in my mind. Perhaps because I'm trying to somehow distract myself from reality by reading books and watching fantasy movies. Otherwise, I would have been consumed by great anger and resentment for my people and my country - and this is bad, you can't lose your humanity!!! Of course, when terrible injustice and lawlessness are happening nearby, it is very, very hard.

But I don't give up, in any case - I know how to shoot an arrow 😂🏹

Have a nice day 🤗💋❤️