#wick lilian

[mossyscavern]

So before Sam, who was a first person among Weaver Kids found out about Gregory's revenge list against Duncan and how they found out?

Hmmm… gonna have to say the twins, yet that hit list is no secret at all.

Lilian: she is a 5 year old with vengeance and blood lust to last her till the end. But she does have limits she’ll think it’s a bit much.

Caleb: he does not care, he’ll probably ask if he can have the body to munch on given his cannibalistic tendencies. (wish I knew where he got that from.)

Tom: is actually the first. First to know about the list, don’t get him wrong he loves a good venting session… but even as a vengeful spirit he thinks it’s a bit much.

Tim: he’d encourage the hell out it… Tom told him, went to find Gregory, approached him and probably said ‘how much revenge we talking about?’ … enough said.

Benny: concerned. Definitely concerned… either doesn’t care or can’t say anything about it, there’s no in between.

And how Sam found out about the list in the first place? Gregory asked if it’s possible to add anyone else he used to know to add on the list.

Travis was the last to know about the list, Sam’s the 3rd and Benny’s second to last. Lilian was second while Caleb was 4th.

I… hope this question helps.

[d4mpd1rt]

Hey Sam… how’s your afterlife with the weavers?

:]

[kindheartedgummybears]

oh, hello Wick fandom!!! How have you been? Still full a p3dophiila and inc3st? Yes? No? Not Really? Okay well I'm not sure, But I can see that you're still deader than the Weaver family sooo.... Thats unfortunate! I may try getting back into this fandom and game not sure yet. Give me 5-7 business days.

[regicidal-optimism]

a fish hook; an open eye || on he xuan, shi qingxuan, and depths

[you fit into me] - margaret atwood | wanderer's orbit - tofuvi | the fyodor pavlov tarot | meyoco | ka (marukogedago) | salvage - hedgie choi | shitty horoscopes book ii: anger - amrit brar | patron saint of warning signs - cemeterything | catch your breath - debbie baxter | reflecting - tofuvi | the waterfall - mabel royds | one day the missile will know what it is - biggaybunny | byproducts, from english war work - joseph pennell | tofublock | shitty horoscopes book vii: magick - amrit brar | see no evil - debbie baxter | one-act play in which we float facedown in the center of a lake, a position known as the dead man's float - dalton day | ghost poll - cemeterything | aurora - michael james | inverted moon - dawid glawdzin | tofublock | crosscurrent iii - michael james | cyanometer - horace-bénédict de saussure | koukouvayia | water - choodraws | styx - kaysha siemens | lian yao | kevin davis | rough seas near lobster point - robert henri | the storm, it gains - stzero | pondwater - choodraws | hooked on you - quezify | lake - jessica hayworth | sea, swallow me - ra3kiv | how to gut - quezify | kohei and the high tide tracks - cassandra jean | ask the dust (2006) | in that dream, you wandered far into a wicked, wasting garden - dappermouth | afterlife - nydia lilian | visitant - vacantia | ghostember | [you fit into me] - margaret atwood

[vinehasnohopeleft]

I just had a thought.

Each weaver sibling (except Tim) has a rhyme sung by Lilian, each having a clue based on how each sibling died. Even though sam’s death is the most recent... he might have a rhyme too.

Yet... I’m torn between two rhymes. London bridge (Sam falling down the well) and Mary Mary quite contrary (sam being the 7th missing persons report?)

I know he doesn’t really count but he’s buried next to the weavers... that’s gotta count right? Unless there’s a better rhyme for Sam’s death then I’m all ears... if that’s ok?

This made me want to download Wick again.

I'm now curious about this.

Sam's arm does appear in the well so it could be London Bridge, Mary Mary quite contrary seems like it doesn't fit to me.

which rhymes are used and who are they for?

[stingslikeabee]

The Continental verse

Born as Lilian Siân Owens-Drysdell to a Welsh crime syndicate family, Lilian had the life of a princess growing up: surrounded in equal measures by luxury and the knowledge of what her family did for a living, the girl nonetheless took after her mother and her hobbies - gardening, beekeeping and being as sweet as the honey produced in their backyard had been Lilian's preferred strategy to achieve her own goals.

Not that she needed to manipulate the patriarch or most of his men to get anything - those under Edgar's rule would always do whatever his oldest asked without any hesitation, but his daughter just had a knack for being welcoming, hospitable and displaying other true talents of a seasoned hostess like her mother, used to holding, planning and organizing many grand events at the Drysdell estate.

And perhaps it was precisely because Lilian was so much averse to inheriting her father's role that she insisted in carving a different path, away from Edgar's shadow and influence. While firing a gun or getting into hand to hand combat were nothing the girl hadn't been trained for given her bloodline, there was no sense of personal fulfillment for Lilian in being a mafia boss. Instead, there was something much more attractive in connecting to people.

Finding out what made someone content, uncovering their strengths and weaknesses, providing for others while taking note of their reactions and soaking all that information - these were the true joys for Lilian, who fully embraced the approach of catching flies with honey and adopted the alias of 'Melissa'. With her origins, it was not difficult to find employment under one of the many Continental branches, earning the respect of the fellow hotel workers for her abilities and eventually getting promoted to the position of a concierge.

As concierge of the Continental, Melissa is the right-hand to whatever manager is currently serving as head of that location, as appointed by the High Table. While she is not privy to management-exclusive secrets of hotel operations, she is nonetheless vital to keep the hotel running essentially as what it is meant to be - from the regular hospitality services to the additional activities they might offer their guests for the right fees, there is a lot that she oversees and deals with, with varying degrees of personal involvement depending on how legendary the guest is.

The fact that she has blood ties to the Welsh mafia is not a state secret - but it is not openly advertised and, given how far Melissa has moved to make a career for herself, that connection is rarely (if ever) made. Most of the times, her reputation derives from the excellent service offered and the obvious preference for customized jewelry, accessories and weapons - several of Melissa's items have honeybees or honeycombs engraved or carved into them and she seems to enjoy the associations to the Greek nymph who she borrowed the alias from.

Note: I don't know what to say - but I sat down to watch 'The Continental' (the show set in the same verse of the John Wick movies) and I just had to make a concierge!Melissa verse. It has been in my head for a full day and I just decided to unleash this gremlin variety on the dash to make it everyone else's problem. I am using a mix of the movie and the show lore here and keeping her associated to a nondescript Continental; it doesn't even need to be a main one or under Winston's management (following Charon's death in JW4). It just made sense to me - Melissa's verses by default have her being a hostess and someone who derives a great deal of pleasure in connecting with people and making them feel welcome; it hardly felt like a stretch. The main difference is that this is a Melissa that knows how to fight back; she would never win against trained/professional assassins because that's not her forte, but she's not as useless in a physical confrontation as 99% of her counterparts. It's also safe to say she's absolutely used to violence despite having a decent family (although one she doesn't see or visits frequently). And although this is a verse rooted in John Wick lore, it doesn't need to be restricted to it! For any other purposes, she's just a concierge at a very unique hotel with surprising skills - either because she just doesn't want to pick up the family legacy as an outright mafia boss or for another personal reason that has driven her to the hospitality business. This is flexible and easy to be adapted as needed!

[randomplaces-stuff]

another au lol

wick x ttte

then I will show the design of the others (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

rolls

rusty → sam

skarloey → tom

rheneas → tim

duncan → lilian

peter sam → benny

sir handel → caleb

I will also show parts of the game with them in small comics ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

[mrssimply]

21th Justice

I really loved The Sandman Netflix Show. I never read the comic but it made me want to, I've not acquired it yet but I will. When I say this is a Sandman AU, it's more that I liked Neil Gaiman's idea about concepts being personalized and I wanted to try my hand at it. Also loved the last episode of the show, though I know it's not everyone's favorite, I really felt for poor Calliope. This led to the fic you're gonna read now.

Also, we're back on the "let's torture Kerry bandwagon", please forgive me.

Also taking revenge on Kovachek for being an ass in the game >:] 

Thank you all for your fidelity during this event. I won't lie, it's been really intense and I'll be both sad and relieved when it's done (3 more days!). It's been really intense and the editing process was really done in a rush, I'm sorry for all the remaining mistakes! I might read the works over in a month or two to try and tidy it a bit more.

In the meantime, please enjoy!

You can find the prompt list here.

Every fic will be posted on my AO3 Account here.

The divine being appears in the circle of light as expected, and Kovachek’s eyes reflect the triumph he feels. It worked just as expected. 

The god looks around with calm eyes. If his attitude reflects his surprise, he doesn’t appear particularly worried about the situation.

“Ah,” he says. He looks male, even if Kovachek knows he’s liable to change his appearance at will. The Gods have their preferences, but they are fluid in gender and bodies, from what he understood. 

This one is naked, dressed only with threads of gold falling from a large necklace of the same precious metal. The strings loop across his chest and go around his hips, but they’re not hiding much. He’s also one of the most beautiful creatures the struggling artist has ever seen, and he has to fight the urge to fall on his knees when clear blue eyes look his way.

“This is embarrassing,” the divinity observes. 

“I summoned you, Divine Inspiration, and I’ll only free you if you help me.”

The God sighs and walks across the circle, toeing the runes, and feeling their energy. They're strong, they will hold him captive just fine, he concludes with internal dismay.

“We really need to update our policy on summoning, this is outdated,” the creature mumbles, ignoring Kovachek as he finishes his observation of his cage. The artist frowns, this is not how he envisioned the meeting going. He thought there would be more begging to be let out.

“Fine,” Creativity declares, turning back to his captor, “what’s your name?”

“Lilian Kovachek,” the man declares before wincing. Maybe he shouldn’t have given his name to the divinity he’s just captured. He doesn’t intend to keep him here, just long enough to wrench a deal out of him.

“I’m Kerrylis. You can call me Kerry,” the Divine Inspiration replies with a charming smile that makes Kovachek’s heart beats a little faster. Strange, because he’s never reacted to men before. 

“Well, Kerry,” he starts, clearing his throat, “here is what I want: I need you to make me into a rockstar.”

The God, Kerry, looks at him with mischievous eyes.

“Sure, got any talent?”

“Of course.”

“Let’s hear it.”

His smile is sweet, so Lilian doesn’t suspect a thing. He takes his guitar and gets into position, one leg up on a chair, before breathing in to focus. When he starts playing, he finds it easier than other times, and the realization makes something wicked soar inside him: it’s already working.

He stops after maybe ten minutes, only to find the divinity holding his hands over his ears.

“You done?”

Embarrassed and angry, Kovachek nods.

“Yeah, I get why you had to dig up really ancient and outdated blood rituals. You’ll never make it on your own,” the divinity casual throws. “My muses clearly didn’t took an interest in you. You should drop it, I’m sure you have a lot of other qualities.”

“You will make me a rockstar, or you’ll stay here forever!”

“Forever isn’t that long for me,” the God notes, “but sure, if I’m here, I’m not out there inspiring the really talented people, and that would be a loss. So I’ll cooperate.”

“Good,” Kovachek pronounces with dark satisfaction.

“So, let’s start by practicing guitar six hours a day, that should do it.”

“What?”

“Oh, what? You thought I would just snap my fingers and suddenly you would be famous? For that, you should have called Destiny or the Fates. Me and my muses, we nudge people in the right direction, we relieve art blocks, we inspire, but I can’t do nothing about technique. You need to practice,” the God explains with another disarming smile. He is standing with his arms crossed and hips cocked to the side. It moves the golden strings and gives an even better view of his perfect body. 

Kovachek feels ideas for lyrics grow inside of him, alongside a few other ideas not music related. Cheeks flaming, he turns away and sits on the chair he was propped against.

“That’s bullshit. I can feel you working your magic. You’re filling my head with weird ideas to distract me, but I won’t be fooled.”

He takes the old grimoire lying on the floor.

“I got a few more things to try out in there.”

For the first time, he sees a flash of worry in the creature’s eyes when he takes notice of the book.

“You know my job is only to inspire, I don’t put ideas into your head, I just make them blossom. Whatever you’re thinking about, it’s coming from you.”

“Sure. Now shut up and let me concentrate.”

-

Kerry is seated in the middle of the circle. It’s been a week, and it’s been as dreadful as he imagined it would be. The last time this happened, it lasted for a month, and the guy became very violent by the end. 

Kovachek is still hesitant for now. Kerry knows the grimoire contains the means of wrenching power out of him, so in theory, the talentless man could force Kerry to give up part of his gift to him. But it’s also said to be really painful for both parties, and highly risked for the receiver, so Kovachek is probably keeping that for last, as always. They love to think they’re good people.

“Hey Ker,” a voice says in the dark and the god wipes around. In his weakened state, he didn’t feel the appearance happening.

“Love,” he breathes and crawls to the edge of the circle. He wishes he could touch him.

The other divinity looks at the circle, then at the grimoire left open by the desk, and his eyes sadden. He’s been subjected to that, too, maybe more often than Kerry even, because his power has been even more ardently coveted. 

They are lovers. Well, everyone is Love’s lover, but he has favorites and Kerry is one of them. Together, they made great things: songs, paintings, sculptures, books… Together, they inspired innovations and a better society. Together, they also inspired madness, in their darkest moods. In their names, wars have been fought, too. 

“You shouldn’t be here," Kerry whispers, "the Mother knows what idea it will put into his head, and you know how fast they act on ideas when I’m near."

Love just shrugs.

“I felt your pain.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? You’re the one suffering.”

“I don’t want you to be pulled into this mess. Please V, go away,” he begs, using the pet name they have together. It makes Love smile and hold up his hands, as if they could touch. The invisible barrier between them is an abomination, and Kerry feels anger rise inside him, reflected in V’s eyes. How dare a flimsy human separate them!

“He won’t hold you long, Adored, not this time,” Love promises. 

It makes Kerry suspicious.

“What did you do? Who did you call?”

V’s smile is wicked, and folly shines in his eyes for a second. Oh, this mortal doesn’t know what will hit him: he’s made Love mad, and he knows no bounds when he’s like this.

“I don’t like to be apart from you.”

Kerry snorts.

“Oh yeah? Want to talk about that time you fell in love with that mortal? What was her name? The warrior chick?”

“Panam,” V replies serenely with a soft smile.

“Well, I sure didn’t see much of you during that time.”

“You know me, it’s in my nature.”

They are all like this: fickle in their attention, changing, evolving, sometimes recluse, sometimes the life of the party. Kerry’s remark is more for the sake of banter than anything else. Panam was a great leader, her tribe thrived under her leadership, and Kerry even granted her a few bright ideas. He’s not jealous, not anymore.

“And right now,” V goes on, “I’m pissed because someone thought they could torture you, posess your gift by force, and take you away from me.” 

His gaze is covetous as his fiery eyes trails over Kerry’s form.

“Warn him. If he doesn’t release you tomorrow, tell him Justice will come.”

-

Kerry has a complicated relationship with Justice. He’s righteous, uncompromising, and swift in his punishment. You don’t argue with Justice, he can read intents and hearts better than any other, and judges by that, and that only. He doesn’t see the rest, for he’s mostly blind to begging and justifications. He asks for compensation and retribution, sometimes in the form of war, sometimes with blood and violence, often by using karma. 

On one hand, the wars Justice triggered led to many good ideas and artworks being lost because their creators died in the conflict. It infuriates Kerry to no end, which is why he sort of hates Justice for stepping all over his hard work. On the other hand, humans' many fights for justice brought social innovations, and forced humans to act creatively to adapt and survive. It also led to a few great symphonies and hymns, of painted masterpieces, architectural wonders, and other great artistic or scientific productions. Which is why Kerry loves Justice: for the way his influence leads the human heart to be better, and for the ideal he represents.

So Kerry waits until the sun rises and Kovachek gets down. He looks like he’s in a bad mood, which makes the Divine Inspiration grimaces. He knows people are generally less reasonable when they don't get quality sleep, which seems to be the case here.

“Bad dreams?” Kerry guesses. “A guilty conscience would do that to you.”

Kovachek just glares at him and goes through the book again. 

“You’re more stubborn than I imagined. I didn't think what I asked would be so hard for you.”

“It’s not hard, per se, it’s just not how it works.”

“Shut up.”

“Ok.”

A minute of silence where Kovachek peruses the book with angry muttering, before Kerry tries his luck.

“I had a visit last night. A warning.”

The mortal raises his head, obviously surprised.

“The circle prevents you from calling for help.”

“I didn’t call. He came on his own. He tends to do that when you whisk away one of his lovers.”

“Who?”

“Doesn’t matter. He has a good heart, though. He told me to tell you that if you don’t release me today, Justice will come.”

Kovachek pales noticeably, before he starts going through the cursed book again.

“You won’t find anything in there, you can’t stop Divine Justice,” Kerry explains, pacing back and forth in the circle. Now that he knows his captivity is coming to an end, he feels restless. “The Great flood, the plagues of Egypt? That’s him. He can’t be stopped, can’t bargain with him, and he’s got no mercy once he’s passed judgment. Wonder what he will decide once he’s weighed your deeds.”

Kovachek, now visibly nervous, comes closer to the circle.

“There must be something, there is always something with your lot.”

“Not with him. He’s the one that ends the tales, he is the moral at the end of every story. Each time one of you mortal fucks with one of us, it ends the same way: you get punished, and who do you think delivers the punishment?”

As Kerry gives his explanation, Kovachek’s face goes through several expressions: confusion, then realization, and fear, before it suddenly switches to calculation. 

“You’re lying, you’re just trying to threaten me into releasing you, but I won’t fall for it. There is only one way for you to be free, and that’s if I decide it.”

Kerry rolls his eyes, but he can’t say he’s surprised. Mortals are surprisingly prideful and self assured for a race that doesn’t live more than a century in the best case.

“Well, don’t come crying when you suffer the Divine Punishment.”

The man laughs, wild around the edges. 

“There is no mention of that in the book. It would have told me. There is everything to know about you in there.”

“Yeah, wonder why there is no chapter on Justice. Its many authors never got to write that part. They were dead before they could,” Kerry declares ominously, turning his back on his captor.

Kovachek rounds the circle to face him again, and his expression is now deformed by mad glee.

“You know what? If what you’re telling me is true, then I better get the most of you now. I was hesitant to use that spell, but…”

Kerry freezes.

“Please don’t,” the God of Creativity implores, but it only makes his jailer laugh. 

“Ah, now you’re begging, that’s right, that’s exactly how I like you.”

“You don’t understand what you’re doing,” Kerry tries to reason with him, knowing it’s hopeless. It never works: when they get like this, they have to see it through. “This will only worsen your case, and it’s really unpleasant for both of us, I can tell you.”

Kovachek shrugs and goes back to the book, pursuing the content of the opened page.

“I need to prepare. You should do that, too. As you said, it’s gonna be very painful.”

-

Kerry lies curled in the middle of the circle, shivering madly. He feels weak, and he hates it. Feeling mortal is dreadful, he doesn’t know how they bear it. Then again, they don’t know anything else, except when they steal a God’s power, just like Lilian Kovachek did tonight. It’s not just that he feels mortal, it’s that he feels like a mortal who is dying and it’s excruciating. He won’t die, he knows it, he is a concept and concepts can’t die, but still. At the moment, he really hates it.

Footsteps echo in the ether, making Kerry perk up. He can’t raise his head, but he moves it slightly so he can see black leather boots appear out of the void. The new apparition comes closer, and in his wake comes another, and this one doesn’t make a sound. 

The first one crouches in front of Kerry, and blows out the smoke of his cigarette. Back in the 90’, Justice decided to live among humans for a while. He regularly has existential crises, when he sort of disappears to the corners of the universe, or does that kind of thing. That time, not only did he start a revolution that would make the Berlin Wall fall, but he adopted a rocker look and a new name he’s been adamant they call him by. He traded the Sword of Justice for a metal arm and a gun, and his weighing scales for a guitar, arguing justice needed a new face. Kerry thinks it’s his best appearance since the dawn of time, though he has a weak spot for his years as Athena. 

“Hello, Ker,” Justice says.

“Hi Johnny,” The Divine Inspiration whispers back before closing his eyes. The relief he feels overwhelms him for a moment and tears burn behind his eyelids.

“Don’t cry,” Justice says softly, “I’m here now.”

“I know. I just — It hurts.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll make them pay,” says another voice, young and full of rage. Revenge. Justice brought his daughter, the one he had with Violence. With her two brothers, Retribution and Retaliation, they form a hellish trio of pain, violence and suffering, and Kerry really doesn’t like them. But at least, he didn’t bring War. Johnny is known to be overdramatic, so Kerry wouldn’t have put it past him. He would have been surprised if Justice had summoned his other daughter, the one he had with Love, whose name is Forgiveness. They have a complicated father/daughter relationship: the father finds his daughter too lenient, the daughter finds her father too swift in his punishments.

But right now, Kerry is glad it’s Revenge here and not her half sister, because in his weakened state, he can’t find it in himself to be kind. 

Johnny rounds the circle slowly, testing its resistance, looking at the runes that compose it.

“That one was a bit more intelligent than the last. It can only be undone by his voice. Get him, Revenge.”

“Yes father,” she replies, not bothering to hide the glee in her voice.

“Always that damn book,” Johnny comments, looking at the wretched thing. 

They can’t destroy it. As a general rule, they can’t interact with human things, and can only influence mortals. The book has great self-preservation instincts: it knows how to call to the deepest fears in the human heart, and irrevocably, they save it from its fate, just in case.

Justice goes back to Kerry and kneels as close as he can.

“I shouldn’t have waited. Love shouldn’t have allowed him even a chance. We know their kind; when they are desperate, they get violent.”

“It’s in his nature. He believes they can act charitably. He sees the potential in their heart,” Kerry replies weakly, opening tired eyes to look at Johnny, who scoffs.

“I know their heart and their mind. I know them best, Love is a fool.”

“A fool you love.”

“Who doesn’t?” Johnny replies with a smile and a shrug.

Kerry extends a hand until only the invisible barrier separates them.

“Thanks for coming.”

“Always.”

A ruckus starts upstairs and grows closer, making Johnny turn to the entrance of the room. Soon, Revenge appears, her face deformed by manic triumph: every fiber of her being thrums with anticipation.

“Kneels,” she orders, and doesn’t leave Kovachek any opportunity to disobey, hitting him behind the knees to force him down. The man looks pale and afraid, and loses the last of his colors when he catches sight of the strange rocker in the room.

“Who are you?” He still asks.

“I think you know who I am. You’ve been warned I would come.”

Kovachek glances at Kerry before his gaze goes back to Johnny.

“I thought he was bluffing to free himself!”

“Interesting how when mortals play at being god, they always doom themselves. I think the myths are very clear on that. And yet, and yet…” Johnny chides like he’s feeling benevolent. Kerry knows better, but Kovachek doesn’t.

“I didn’t want to play god, I just wanted… I just needed some inspiration, and he wouldn't give it to me, it's… It’s his fault, I was only — I just needed help.”

“I see, you had a good reason to summon him in a prison, then,” Johnny goes on. Behind the wannabe god, Revenge smiles with all her teeth.

“Yes, I never wanted to harm him, never wanted to take it by force! I wanted to bargain, that’s all, but he was being difficult!”

Johnny walks to the man and paces back and forth in front of him like he’s in deep reflection. The other two divinities know perfectly it’s just for show: his mind is made up. Justice is swift. 

Then, he stops and faces Kovachek.

“When your race evolved enough to develop higher thoughts and we started to appear in your minds, we made a deal with you. There is a code of conduct, rules to follow when a mortal wants to ask the favor of a God. Do you know them?” he asks, using the Voice of Justice.

Kovachek seems to think hard, but despite his newfound power, he appears at a loss to find the correct answer. He shakes his head.

“You pray to us. That is the way. You offer us precious things, and if we find your gift worthy, if we find you worthy, then we bestow upon you a favor. Now tell me, Kovachek: did you pray to him? Did you offer your most prized possession in the thin hope he would look upon you and find you worthy of his exquisite nature?”

During Johnny’s speech, Kerry found the strength to sit up, which allows him to see Kovachek’s face as he hesitates to answer.

“I…”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Justice’s voice booms through the room, making the walls shake and the floor tremble. The mortal cowers and over him, like a cursed bird of prey, Revenge laughs.

“You broke the rules by trying to make yours what is beyond your understanding. I can feel it already, eating up your mind.”

Kerry looks at his captor, his wide eyes and ashen face, and he can tell the man hasn’t slept: too many ideas and thoughts prevented him from sleeping while the magic now running through his veins tried to find an outlet. Soon, it will turn on him if he doesn’t use it, and the god fears what he would do with it. He won’t get the opportunity, this time.

“Release the power you stole, let it go back to its rightful owner,” Johnny orders, looming over Kovachek.

“I… I don’t know how.”

“Close your eyes,” Kerry answers with a tired voice, kneeling in the circle with difficulty, “my power is an energy coursing through your veins. Feel it, and drive it toward your hands. Form a chalice with your palms, and imagine it pouring out of your fingers into the chalice.”

As he speaks, the divinities watch the man obey, and slowly, light drips out of his fingers and coalesce into a soft looking ball of light. It grows until it’s the size of a basketball, before it travels through the room and toward Kerry.

The god breathes it in and feels the energy fill his veins once more. He sags on the floor again, focusing on leashing the wild power into his body.

“Now, break the seal,” Johnny demands and Kovachek hesitates. He’s weak and trembling, but the relief he feels now that the foreign power has left him makes him too confident. Johnny crouches in front of him and grasps his chin between his fingers, the ones made of steel.

“I don’t think you understand your situation here, buddy,” he says, switching back to his normal voice, using a falsely cajoling tone. “You played and you lost.”

“You can’t undo the seal without me,” Kovachek retorts hotly, seeing what he hopes is a way out.

Johnny’s eyes flicker to Revenge, who suddenly grabs the mortal’s hair to drag him forward. She bashes his face to the ground, right next to the first row of ancient runes that make up Kerry’s prison.

“I’ve been known to be fair,” Johnny goes on with an ironic smile. “If you cooperate, I shall make your punishment less… painful.”

“If I break the seals, do you promise not to hurt me?”

“Are you trying to bargain with the Divine Justice?” Revenge asks, incredulous.

“I won’t release the seals without a few guarantees!”

“That one has balls,” Johnny mutters as he lights a new cigarette.

Revenge shrugs and once again, bashes the man’s head to the ground, until blood starts to spill over the runes. Kovachek tries to protect his face, and move around wildly. With a shriek, Revenge releases him and he falls forward. His hands smudge the runes as he put them under him to soften his landing. Dizzy and with blood dripping in his eyes, he feels more than he sees the seal break.

“That’s cheating,” he garbles.

“You cheated first,” Revenge whispers back, bending over him to say it right in his ear, “an eye for an eye…”

As she holds him down, Johnny steps into the circle and crouches to gather Kerry in his arms. 

“I can stand on my own,” Creativity protests, but his companion just ignores him and straightens with a grunt, holding him tight against himself. Kerry loops his arms around Johnny’s neck and hides his face, he’ll deal with his dignity later, right now, this just feels nice.

“Burn everything,” Johnny tells Revenge as the ether opens to him. The book will probably survive, it always does, but that’s a problem they can’t face just by all three of them, especially with Kerry in that state.

“Please,” Kovachek begs as Revenge grins at him. 

Johnny passes the portal, leaving the man to his fate at the hand of his violent daughter.

[mermaidsirennikita]

apologies if this is request is too specific, but I've just finished reread It Happened One Autumn and I'm looking for couples that are similar to Lilian/Marcus (opposites attract, serious hero and a heroine who is the only one who gets under his skin and makes him relax) - do you have any recs for this? thank you!

Not too specific at all!

I'd recommend:

The Earl I Ruined by Scarlett Peckham--Hero is uptight and much-admired, heroine is a flighty socialite type, his best friend's little sister who he's had a thing for ... for years. She fucks with his reputation on a whim and he gets pissed, so she guiltily offers to pose as his fiancee until he's recovered socially. Really fun, kinda kinky, definitely plays with the "uptight in the streets wild in the sheets" thing.

The Duke Gets Even by Joanna Shupe--Hero is known to be this super classy, coiffed, not a hair out of place English duke, heroine is a wild and scandalous American woman. In the previous three books in the series (which I recommend reading, they're all good) he courts or befriends all of her friends while clearly having an enemies situation with her in the background, but they're obsessed with each other. In this book, they finally give in and become friends and start fucking for fun, but of course..... He very quickly starts falling HARD. So romantic. This one is VERY "she's the only one who can push his buttons", and you even see it in the other books--he's always gentlemanly, but when he sees HER, his jaw clenches, eyes darken, etc.

The Duke in Question by Amalie Howard--Another "his best friend's little sister" book. He's a bit cool and on a mission, she also has a mission but is more wild. It's quite hot and she messes with him like crazy.

Wicked in His Arms by Stacy Reid--Uptight hero who's very concerned with his family's reputation, heroine that he sees as scandalous~ who bothers him so much. They fuck in a closet so he has to marry her, but the general issue continues after that.

A Daring Pursuit by Kate Bateman--the families of the heroes and heroines are enemies, he's a bit formal and stiff and made even stiffer by her carefree attitude; they make a sex deal, it's very fun

Eleven Scandals to Start to Win A Duke's Heart--very classic uptight meets wild book, he's a duke and she's the scandalous Italian daughter of a woman who ran off

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[rockislandadultreads]

Book Recommendations: More Spooky Cozy Mysteries

The Spook in the Stacks by Eva Gates 

Halloween in North Carolina’s Outer Banks becomes seriously tricky when librarian Lucy Richardson stumbles across something extra unusual in the rare books section: a dead body. Wealthy businessman Jay Ruddle is considering donating his extensive collection of North Carolina historical documents to the Bodie Island Lighthouse Library, but the competition for the collection is fierce. Unfortunately, while the library is hosting a lecture on ghostly legends, Jay becomes one of the dearly departed in the rare books section. Now, it’s up to Lucy Richardson and her fellow librarians to bone up on their detective skills and discover who is responsible for this wicked Halloween homicide. Meanwhile, very strange things are happening at the library - haunted horses are materializing in the marsh, the lights seem to have an eerie life of their own, and the tiny crew of a model ship appears to move around when no one is watching. Is Lucy at her wit’s end? Or can it be that the Bodie Island Lighthouse really is haunted?

This is the fourth volume in the “Lighthouse Library Mystery” series.

The Cat Who Talked to Ghosts by Lilian Jackson Braun

When Mrs. Cobb heard unearthly noises in the antique-filled farmhouse, she called Jim Qwilleran for help. But he was too late. It looked as if his kindly ex-housekeeper had been frightened to death - but by whom? Or what? Now Qwilleran’s moved into the historic farmhouse with his two cat companions - and Koko the Siamese is spooked. Is it a figment of feline imagination - or the clue to a murder in Moose County? And does Qwilleran have a ghost of a chance of solving this haunting mystery?

This is the tenth volume in “The Cat Who...” series.

Vampires, Bones, and Treacle Scones by Kaitlyn Dunnett

Halloween is approaching and newlywed Liss MacCrimmon Ruskin is tapped by the Moosetookalook Small Business Association to organize a community fundraiser. Liss throws herself into plans to turn an abandoned mansion into a “haunted house.”

There are already all kinds of scary stories about the old Chadwick place, which was most recently owned by Blackie O’Hare, a mob hit man from Boston. There are even rumors of buried treasure on the premises. Unfortunately, work on the haunted house is plagued by a series of minor mishaps and by the disappearance and reappearance of various objects. And then, to Liss’ horror, the fake skeleton she’s acquired for a special effect is replaced with a real body - and it’s someone she knows...

This is the seventh volume in the “Liss MacCrimmon Mysteries” series.

Wicked Witch Murder by Leslie Meier

With planning the town's annual Halloween Party, the drought wreaking havoc on her garden, and her brood of four children, Lucy Stone's got her hands full this fall. As the air turns crisp and the trees blaze red and gold in the tiny town of Tinker's Cove, Maine, a newcomer arrives who seems to suit the Halloween season. Diana Ravenscroft has just opened Solstice, a charming little shop featuring candles, crystals, jewelry, and psychic readings. But after an unnervingly accurate reading by Diana, Lucy starts to get more than a little spooked. Then there's the dead body Lucy finds, way up on one of the old logging roads behind her house. The deceased is identified as Malcolm Malebranche, a seemingly harmless magician who worked at children's birthday parties. When it turns out that Diana knew the murder victim, Ike Stoughton, a prominent local businessman, starts a campaign against Diana, blaming 'the witch' for everything from the unseasonal dry spell to his wife's illness and his pumpkins' lack of plumpness. But Lucy's not so sure that Ike himself is innocent. Still, as the town Halloween party approaches, Lucy's more concerned about the costume competition, pin-the-nose-on-the-pumpkin, and baking three dozen orange cupcakes and Beastly Bug cookies. But as the October moon rises, a killer plans a lethal celebration of his own and Lucy's the guest of honor.

This is the sixteenth volume in the “Lucy Stone” series. 

[mossyscavern]

Security-… wait, ghosts now?!

This… might be longer than some other stories… read at your own risk

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Gregory ran, running as fast as his legs can get.

He should not have pissed off the smiling masked kid, yet he did anyways, questioning was.. how did he piss him off? While running straight to the bridge, jumped off to lose him, he’s still going after him.

“You could’ve told me that before?!” He yells out to the faz watch on his wrist, still running from the smiling masked kid.

“You didn’t ask.” He heard on his device. “You said not to!!” Gregory yelled back. “Well sorry, it’s not my fault Tim’s protective of Tom you little shit.” “Well fuck you too!!”

“Gregory! That’s not a nice thing to say and Duncan, watch your mouth.”

Gregory heard from Freddy, chuckling a bit at the thought of Duncan’s pissed off expression towards an animatronic head, turning around he sighed in relief as the boy disappeared, finally.

“Anyways, try not to push off Tom again. Tim’s very protective of him, if you did it again… your funeral.” Duncan says, cutting off communication.

“… What the hell!” Gregory shouts, kicking the stone well in frustration before lighting the candle. ‘When I get out of here, I’m coming after-.. oh. That noise?’ Gregory thought, jumping up onto the well ledge, avoiding the broken planks.

Staring downwards at the floor, blown out candle in his hand, ready to throw it. “C’mon you skeletal, cannibalistic frea-AHH!”

Gregory screamed, getting dragged down the well by whatever is holding him. “Argh! Let me-! ... go.” He paused, now staring at what he assumes is to be the 6th family member.

With shoulder length red hair, leathery decayed skin, glossy moss green eyes behind the front of the hair. This is it. Gregory’s done, he lost the game, he’ll never see Freddy, Vanessa or Cassie ever again. Goodbye to 10 years of his life.

“H llo? Hey!” He heard, staring up at the person in front of him. “I asked if you’re ok, cause you’re clearly not.” The person asked, sounding a little older with a rasp in his voice.

“I- uh… what?” Gregory couldn’t find his voice then and there. This person- no, this boy asked if he’s ok. Like he’s an actual person and not something to hunt like he’s for sport.

“Ok, you’re responsive. That’s a good sign.” He says shifting Gregory around, holding him underneath his arms before placing him down on the ground. “You’re small… but bigger than Lilian, how old are you?” He asked, arching his eyebrow.

“Rude. And I’m 10 thank you.” Gregory sassed, crossing his arms. “You’re 10 years-! Oh god.” He says, hand dragging down his face.

“How are you with piggy backs?”

———

By the time he crawled out of the well with Gregory on his back, he knelt down on the surfaced ground and Gregory lets go. “Stay behind me.”

Sam instructed before placing his fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly. “Weavers! Get your butts over here!” He says, placing his hands on his hips like a mom would.

And arrived they did. Tim fell from the trees, Tom appeared next to Tim, Lilian floated, Caleb dug out from underground and Benny… just walked.

‘Is this kid like… the leader or something?’ Thought, staying behind Sam the whole time. “… what did I just say? When I agreed to all this?”

The five looked at one another, before Tim answered. “Leave the… younger kids alone?” He asked, shrugging his shoulders. “And what did you do?”

“Chased an intruder?” He says like it was obvious. “He’s 10 years old.” He says, moving away to reveal Gregory behind him. “You scared a 10 year old to death.”

He says, crossing his arms. Not mad just disappointed. “He wasn’t scared at all though! He wasn’t playing fair!” Lilian shouted, stomping her foot when she landed on the ground.

“Really? You weren’t scared?” Sam asked, turning to Gregory. “Not really… I-it’s a long story.”

“Well… I hope it’s a good one, because you’re going no where until you explain everything. And I mean. Everything.”

‘… how did I get sucked into this?’

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Yeeesssss!!! Finally! It’s done!

Woo! That… was act really fun to write, I can see why crossovers are a huge deal to write… sorry about the uh… character divergence if there’s any elements of that present.

@artisticmerose this crossover’s for you!

[donutwares]

Was up at 3am, after 5 to 6 hours sleep. Found Mom sitting by the lampstand we just bought, flipping through her Oppo. Curious behavior but then life has been weird and unreal for our family for a long time, since LiLian and the west started to enlarge their conflict. Can’t believe that Oakley are having such a big markdown sale right now. Not that I’m in the market, just envious. Hope instead that the wicked Liew 6 catch something they deserve.

Looks like the walk round Kuala Lumpur is still on track. I ran, worked out, ate a marmite mayo sandwich, drank black coffee. Feeling a little wasted tho. Probably the effect of carrying my sleepless Mom. Hope she took a Rivotril which ironically comes from my forced and enforced prescription.

Wearing the w800h. A little pricier than my MQ-27, but has 100m WR, 10 year battery, and perpetual calendar. Same cheap black plastic case which I don’t mind at all. Dad’s been talking to his family more lately. Family has to come together in these trying times, pool our resources and share our faith.

Being pulsed in my abdomen while soldering irons sear little kids around me. There is no end to the trouble for those of us who confess the Lord. A cloud of evil hangs over Malaysia, from a principality opposed to God.

It’s now 6am. 4 hours till I push off to the city.

[guilty-pleasure-reading]

Romance Dreamcast

Nicole Jordan: Courtship Wars Series

Book 1. To Pleasure a Lady

Marcus Pierce, the Earl of Danvers & Arabella Loring

Book 2. To Bed a Beauty

Andrew “Drew” Moncrief, the Duke of Arden & Roslyn Loring

Book 3. To Seduce a Bride

Heath Griffin, the Marquess of Claybourne & Lilian “Lily” Loring

Book 4. To Romance a Charming Rogue

Damon Stafford, Viscount Wrexham & Eleanor Pierce

Book 5. To Tame a Dangerous Lord

Rayne Kenyon, the Earl of Haviland & Madeline Ellis

Book 6. To Desire a Wicked Duke

Ian Sutherland, the Duke of Rotham & Tess Blanchard

Supporting Characters

Basil Eddowes & Fanny Irwin

[the-lil-exorcist]

Background  Lilian “Lil” Ballard

Basic Information:

Full Name: Lilian Violet Ballard  Nickname(s): Lil  Age: 27  Date of Birth: December  12th , 1995 Born: Wicked’s Rest, Maine USA  Highest Schooling: Highschool  Nationality: American  Gender: Cis Female  Pronouns: She /Her  Sexual Orientation: Lesbian  Religion: Non-Religious  Occupation: Practicing Exorcist (Blacklisted from the Ghost Busters) Cashier at The Bread Cemetery  Languages Spoken: English, ASL, Korean, Mandarin Chinese, French, Italian  Languages Known (for lack of a better word she knows them but she’s not speaking them regularly but she can understand them with full Competence ): Latin, Ancient Greek, Sanskrit, Old Korean, Archaic Chinese Languages She Knows Somewhat  but she isn’t Fluent in: Aramaic, Arabic, Sumerian

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim: Moon Ga-Young Hair Color/Type: Black, straight. It is long and would hit just below her armpit. However  normally it is up in a ponytail or bun. It is very well taken care of. Eye Color: Brown Height: 5′5 Piercings:

two lobe piercings on each ear, 

an upper cartilage piercing on her right, 

 a tragus piercing on her left. 

A tongue piercing 

Tattoos:

A Crescent moon on the back of her neck

A half sleeve of flowers on her upper right arm. Example (x)

A small cat tattoo on her left wrist. Example (x)

A moth tattoo on her sternum. Example (x)

A small black bird on her left hip, matching with Jonas. The siblings in general have birds that they got together.  

A broken heart on her left ankle (near her heel), very shittily done. 

Scars:

A slash looking scar on her left hand. 

Small scars just below her bottom lip where she had lip piercings. 

A small scar on her right calf. 

Other notable features:

Her hands are calloused. 

She has a slit in her right eyebrow (not intentional, was the result of an eyebrow piercing) 

Her nails are usually painted black or gray, fairly badly. 

She almost always has her headphones around her neck if they aren’t currently playing anything. 

Always seems to smell like Petrichor and Medicinal Herbs.

Jewelry:

 A silver band on her right ring finger

A leather cuff on her left wrist about an inch thick 

simple jewelry in her ear piercings, silver balls most common. 

A necklace (described in weapons)  

Weapons: 

Her focus item is a necklace of her mothers that she got as a little girl . It’s silver and tarnished and usually hidden under her clothes. It has a locket, that when opened there is the inscription “I love you too the moon and back” and a picture of June and Lil when Lil was young. 

Bags of salt, Usually no bigger than her palm she usually keeps on her person. She usually has a few on her. 

A small bit of chalk for making circles on the fly. 

A hunting knife she usually uses to cut through things (i.e., ropes, caution tape) It was given (stolen) from her father. 

Health:

Sleeping Habits: She’s usually more tired than she will admit, and rarely gets a full nights sleep with her jobs. She tries not to physically exhaust herself, she’s bad at it. 

Eating Habits: Fairly balanced mostly thanks to Jonas. She cannot cook, but  she usually has snacks on her. 

Sociability: Socially anxious. Doesn’t quite know how to be sociable, and is prone to being unreasonable 

Drugs/cigarettes/alcohol: No, Yes (occasionally), Yes 

Mental Health: Anxiety, PTSD

Personality:

Label: The Reaper 

Positive Traits:  Persistent, Amiable, Heroic,  Trustworthy

Negative Traits:  Reckless, Stubborn, Over Protective,  Angry

Tropes :

 The Scapegoat

 Go through Me

 The Cute Bruiser 

Undying Loyalty 

 I am not my Father

Family:

Father:  Jacob Ballard, Exorcist  (Unknown) 

Mother:  June Ballard, Medium (Unknown) 

Sibling(s):

 Jane Ballard,  Demonologist  (Unknown) 

 Jude Ballard,  Exorcist  (Unknown) 

Jonas Ballard Twin, (Alive)

Other Family Members:

Uncle Charlie (Ballard), Exorcist (Alive) 

Tests and Other things 

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

MBTI: ISFJ

Enneagram: 1W2  (The Activist) 

Temperament: Sanguine 

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good 

Element: Air 

[spaceuranus19]

In the future I also want to ask my child if he has done something unjust.