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domripley · 5 months

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Take Me One More Time

pairing: becky lynch x bayley

warnings: top bayley, bottom becky, daddy kink, bodyguard au, bodyguard!bayley, choking, oral sex on a strapon, brat!becky, non-consensual voyeurism (mentioned), charlotte’s a bit of a perv but it’s okay, setting up for a sequel.

word count: 7,918

summary: after charlotte’s father pisses off the wrong people, she hires a bodyguard for her best friend becky.

title credit: sextape - deftones

Becky didn’t agree to having a bodyguard, she thought she didn’t need one. Although she was good friends with the Flair family, she wasn’t in their business. Hell until a few hours, Becky didn’t even know about it. Her best friend Charlotte had called her to inform her that they would be a bodyguard at her front door in ten minutes and would be negotiable. When they would arrive, they would give her a code, and that code being ‘Pine Trees’. At first, Becky had thought she was joking, that Charlotte had been trying to pull her leg.

“No, Bex, this is serious. My father has pissed off the wrong people, and anyone associated could be in major trouble. She’s coming, and she already knows not to leave no matter what you say,” Charlotte growled, causing Becky to roll her eyes. She knew Charlotte was serious, but she didn’t need one.

“Of course, you told her that,” Becky said flatly. Charlotte knew her too well not to say something to who she hired. She paused after giving some consideration. Sighing, she continued, “Fine, but she better not get in my way. The fact that you’re out of the country and I’m stuck in your mansion for who knows how long is insane to me.”

“Bayley’s one of the best, and I think the two of you will get along just well. But are you seriously complaining that you get the whole place by yourself.”

“We’ll see about that. It’s not by myself.”

Charlotte sighed, “It’s for the best. I’ve gotta go, I’ll call you tonight.”

It wasn’t that she didn’t believe her, Becky just didn’t think she needed anyone babysitting her.

Eleven minutes went by when the dreaded knock on the door came, and Becky took her sweet time getting up off the couch. She hoped that by taking her time would discourage this ‘Bayley’, but when she heard the doorbell rang, she knew that she wasn’t going away any time soon.

“I’m coming, holy fuck. Be patient.” Becky groaned, hearing the doorbell rang for a fourth and final time.

Speeding up to get to the front door, Becky didn’t want to deal with the ringing anymore. Opening the door, a little too forceful, she came face to face with a brunette who she guessed it was Bayley.

“Are there any Pine Trees nearby?” Bayley had asked, looking around cautiously, earning a laugh from Becky.

Becky couldn’t believe that her bodyguard was this person, she usually always pictured bodyguards with suits on and sunglasses on.

“You know, you could have just said the words ‘Pine Trees’, and I would have let you in.”

“I thought it would be more fun to fit it into a sentence, sue me.”

Becky stared at Bayley, unsure of what to say to that. She knew that the brunette was joking, but it had annoyed her to the core. She wanted nothing more for this whole thing to be over so this ‘Bayley’ woman could go away.

“If I could, if I would.” Becky mumbled as Bayley brought in her bags.

Once everything was inside the house, Bayley locked the door. “So, Charlotte tells me that you’re not very happy about this?” she said, putting her bags down onto the couch.

“That would be correct,” Becky said, moving her bags off the couch so she could sit down. Turning on the TV, she tried her best not to look at the woman. She knew that it wasn’t her fault, and that Bayley didn’t deserve the attitude. “So I’d rather much like it if you were able to stay out of my way.”

“Okay I get that you don’t want me to be here, but whether you like it or not I’m not going anywhere. So either you start being nice and this won’t be so bad, or you can be miserable the whole time. I also don’t quit so don’t even try that with me,” Bayley warned, and Becky’s eyes widened a little.

She wasn’t expecting Bayley to say something, even if it was deserved. Becky wasn’t sure on how she was going to respond to that. But once Bayley sat down, she relaxed a bit.

“You hungry? I could order us something.” Bayley said, as if she hadn’t just snapped at her.

However, Becky let it go.

She was in fact, hungry and she didn’t have to pay, what more could she ask for?

“I am, what’re you thinking?” Becky asked, watching as Bayley pulled another phone out of one of her bags. “Pizza. You okay with Hawaiian?”

“Vegetarian for me, you can get yourself that Hawaiian pizza. I’m sure Charlotte won’t mind.” Becky said, and Bayley rolled her eyes.

“I’m paying for it because I was given orders to not order food, to eats what in here, but there’s nothing good in here,” she paused as she typed in a number that Becky guessed was a pizza place. “So if you tell Charlotte or her father I will completely deny it.”

Becky liked seeing Bayley smile, but soon shook that thought out of her head. She barely knew this woman and even though she trusted Charlotte’s judgement, Becky knew she shouldn’t be having any thoughts of Bayley and her smile. Even if it was a very nice smile.

Once Bayley finished ordering and was off the phone, she spoke to Becky. “Should be here between thirty to forty-five minutes.”

“Alright cool, oh, do you want me to show you to your room?” Becky asked, trying to fill the silence. It was a large mansion and the last thing she needed was for it to be quiet.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Bayley said, getting up from her spot on the couch.

Becky grabbed one of her bags for her, and as she led Bayley up to the second floor, she wondered how long Charlotte would be out of the country for with all of this going on. Knowing that the longer she wasn’t there, the longer Bayley would be around. Other than the fact that Becky was starting to feel like she was being babysat, Bayley didn’t seem all that bad.

“Here’s your room, mine is two doors down so you know!” Becky called out for her as she walked towards her own room. She needed a little bit of space so she could think.

A part of her wanted to go back to her own apartment, but she knew that that wasn’t possible. She was here until everything was sorted out, no matter how long it took. She was housesitting for Charlotte when this all went down. Shutting the door and locking it, Becky laid down on the bed knowing that she had time before the pizza got there.

Becky woke up to Bayley banging on her bedroom door, “Pizza’s here!”

Groaning, she got up as quickly as she could and headed to the door.

“Listen, you just woke me up from one of the best dreams I’ve had in a long time. That’s rude.” Becky yawned.

Bayley decided to ignore Becky’s comment. “Pizza’s here, and both actually smell really good.”

“I’m glad, I’m so hungry.”

—-

After a few hours of talking and getting to know Bayley, Becky realized that they had a lot in common. She was surprised to find out that Bayley didn’t want to be there either, but it was good money. If it was any other scenario, Becky knew she’d be offended, but she really couldn’t blame her. Being stuck in place for who knows how long, and even though there were things to do in the mansion, it got boring quickly.

“You know, you’re not so bad honestly. It’s kind of nice having someone else here with me, even if you’re babysitting me.” Becky smiled, causing Bayley to roll her eyes.

“You’re not so bad yourself. Even if I’m having to babysit you.” Bayley laughed. She stopped laughing as they maintained eye contact with one another.

Bayley leaned in and kissed Becky on the lips, quickly pulling away from her. Eyes widening she didn’t say anything as she went back to eating some of her pizza. Becky placed her plate down on the coffee table, knowing that she was breaking one of Charlotte’s big rules: No eating on the couch. A rule that she broke so many times, but why was it now that she focused on that?

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“No, no! You don’t have to apologize. Honestly, it was… really nice.” Becky admitted, looking away from Bayley so she could hide the blush forming on her face.

Cursing herself for how she was feeling, she was never one to get all shy but Bayley was making her feel that way.

“It was?-I mean, I’m glad that it was nice,” Bayley said, a little caught off guard considering that Becky didn’t respond. She wanted to do so much more, but she knew that she couldn’t push her.

“Hey, I’m going to head to my room to watch a few movies before bed. Feel free to join me if you’d like.” Bayley said, getting up off of the couch.

She grabbed Becky and her plates, taking them to the kitchen. She was going to play it cool and if Becky wanted to join her, she would. Although, a part of her hoped she would.

As soon as the pizza was in the fridge and Bayley cleaned the crumbs up off the coffee table, she headed towards the staircase. “Let me know if you need anything.” she said before heading up the stairs.

—-

Halfway during the first movie, there was a knock at Bayley’s door. Pausing the movie, Bayley called out, “Come in!”

Becky opened the door, shutting it once she was in. “Can I join you? I mean, I know you said I could, but I’d rather just make sure y’know?”

Bayley patted the spot next to her, “Come on in, I’ve been watching Insidious. I can restart it if you’d like?”

“No it’s okay! I don’t mind watching from where you’re at,” she said, climbing up on the bed.

Once Becky was settled in and comfortable, Bayley pushed play and she tried to keep her focus on the movie. Becky’s arm was on top of hers and although there wasn’t any intention to it, Bayley couldn’t focus on what was happening. She hadn’t known Becky for more than twelve hours and she already wanted to do things with her. She had a job to do, and she was going to do it.

When the movie was over, Bayley went to her watchlist. “Is there anything you want to watch?”

“You kissed me.” Becky blurted out, turning to her side so she was facing Bayley. “You kissed me and we barely know each other. Not that I’m complaining, or I didn’t like it, but, do you do this with everyone you’re supposed to be keeping safe?”

Bayley rolled her eyes, turning her head to look at Becky. “No, I know it was super unprofessional of me and trust me when I say this: it won’t be happening again.”

Becky didn’t believe that for a second, but she went along with it. “Okay. Let’s watch that new Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie.”

Bayley groaned, “I’ve heard such shitty things about that movie, pick somth-”

“I think not. You said and I quote, ‘is there anything you want to watch?’ and sorry but I’m holding you to that, Bay-Bay.” Becky said with a smirk. She was testing the waters and Bayley caught on a lot faster than she normally would.

“First of all, please never call me that again. Second of all, you have a point. We’ll watch it, but after that I’m picking.” Bayley shook her head.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. I cringed saying it.”

The two laughed for a good few minutes before Bayley turned the movie on. She couldn’t focus on the movie, but all she could think about was kissing Becky again. After the movie, Bayley got up off the bed. She needed some space to clear her mind. Most importantly get her mind off the redhead.

“I’ll be back, I’m going to check the perimeter to make sure everything’s okay.” She said, grabbing her flashlight from her bag.

“Okay, well, I’m going to head to bed myself. Just let me know that you’re back inside so if you make noise, I’m not thinking that someone’s here to kill me.” Becky said, getting off Bayley’s bed.

“Aye Aye, Capatain!” Bayley smirked saluting Becky playfully.

“Oh god.” She laughed, opening the door. She headed back to her own room, unsure of how to take Bayley’s sudden energy.

Becky laid down, deciding not to turn on a movie. She needed the sleep and with Bayley doing her job she was starting to get tired.

—-

When Becky woke up, the mansion was completely quiet. Unsure if Bayley was sleeping, considering that she went out to check around the place extremely late. A part of her wanted to go back to sleep but her bladder wasn’t going to let her do that. Grabbing her phone, she was shocked to see that it was already one in the afternoon. How did she sleep that long? She was awake until two in the morning, but Bayley had to of been up a lot later.

Rolling out of bed with a groan, Becky got her clothes ready to take a shower. All she had to do now was get into the bathroom, but a part of her didn’t want to move from where she was at. Although, a part of her wanted to go and see where Bayley was at.

—

For the first week, Bayley avoided Becky as much as she could. Making excuses on why she can’t stay in the same room for too long, and Becky caught on quickly. She just decided not to say anything just yet.

When Bayley ordered dinner for the two of them after a week of avoiding the redhead, that’s when Becky decided to ask. Feeling as if it was the perfect time to.

Instead of sugar coating it, Becky blurted the question out, “So… why have you been avoiding me all week?”

Bayley gave her a strange look, as if she was trying to come up with a strange excuse.

“I-I’m not avoiding you? What are you talking about?” Bayley asked.

Becky rolled her eyes, realizing quickly that Bayley was a really bad liar. Giving herself some credit – since she was never this bold with anyone. Even with Charlotte. She took a deep breath as she gathered what she was going to say next.

“Then how come you’d tell me you would have to go check on this or that every time I sat next to you when you had already checked on it twice before?” Becky questioned, taking a sip of her now cold coffee. She waited for Bayley to tell her the truth, ready to call her out if she tried to lie badly again.

“Oh.” Bayley said quietly, realizing that she had been caught in her lie.

“Yeah. So, do you want to tell me or?” Becky crossed her arms once she put her coffee down.

Bayley sighed, looking down at her hands. “I have been avoiding you, but not because of anything you did. I’ve… I’ve been thinking about things that if Charlotte found out, she’d fire me before I could say ‘please don’t’, and… every time you’re near me I can’t focus on my job. Which, is to protect you and I can’t do that if all I can think about is fucking you.”

Becky was shocked to hear what Bayley’s real reason was.

“You want to fuck me?” Becky asked with a sly smirk, turning so she was completely facing Bayley. She wanted to tease her a bit.

“So that’s what you take from that? Not that I’m being unprofessional, or I’m distracted when I’m supposed to be doing my job. But that I want to fuck you? Wow.” Bayley chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief.

“I mean, if you want to fuck me, all you have to do is ask. Ever since you kissed me, I’ve been thinking about you and who knows how long we’re going to be stuck in here. So, Charlotte won’t ever have to know, especially since I wouldn’t ever tell her because I know she pays good, and you’ve got bills to pay.”

“You want me to fuck you?” Bayley asked, scooting closer to the redhead.

Becky nodded, pouting at Bayley. But that wasn’t good enough for her – she wanted to hear Becky say it.

“Use your words or you’ll get nothing from me.” Bayley stated, placing a hand on Becky’s thigh as she leaned in to kiss her.

“I-I want you to fuck me. Have since the moment I saw you.” She whispered as Bayley kissed her neck. Sucking on her skin gently as she slid her hand into the redhead’s pants, rubbing her gently through her underwear.

“Good girl. You’re already so wet… tell me what you’ve been thinking about. Hm? You say you’ve been wanting me to fuck you since the moment you saw me, even though you were such a brat to me. I wanted to bend you over my knee and spank the brat out of you.” Bayley admitted, pulling her hand out of Becky’s pants. “Undress for me.”

Bayley pulled away from her completely, sitting up in her seat so she could watch Becky.

Becky started with her shirt, pulling it off and playfully throwing it at Bayley, earning a laugh from the woman. Silently thanking herself for not putting a bra on so she didn’t have to struggle with that, she unbuckled her belt. Slipping it out of the loops, she placed it on the coffee table gently. Unzipping her jeans, Becky pulled both her pants and her underwear down, quickly kicking them off her.

“Your turn,” Becky said, reaching her hand down to play with her clit.

“Hands off. Or I’ll have you put your clothes on. You’ll be listening to me from here on out because I don’t deal with brats.” Bayley warned, smirking as she watched Becky pull her hand away.

“Good girl.” Bayley praised, pulling her shirt off. She didn’t want to waste any more time - taking her bra off surprisingly quickly. Thanking herself that she decided to wear sweatpants instead of her jeans, she was able to pull both her pants and underwear down to her ankles.

“Come sit on my lap.” Bayley instructed, patting her thighs as she watched Becky get closer to her.

Straddling Bayley’s lap, Becky looked away from her. Bayley moaned, feeling how wet Becky was against her thigh. Grinding slowly against her thigh, Becky closed her eyes as Bayley began to play with her nipples. Trying to focus on anything but how good it was feeling. She wanted to make it last even though she kept grinding against Bayley’s thigh, feeling herself getting closer to her orgasm.

“Stop.” Bayley said, moving her hands away from Becky’s nipples. She wanted to take it upstairs and into her bedroom, and if she got started down on the couch, she’d have to stop to get her toys. It would be easier to just go upstairs. “Let’s take this to my room.”

Kissing Becky once more before having her get up, Bayley led the way up to the bedroom she was staying in. I’ll get our clothes later, she thought to herself as she hurried up the stairs. Looking behind her, she was glad to see that Becky wasn’t taking her time getting up the stairs either. Trying her best to shake of her nervousness – Charlotte wasn’t going to find out and she wasn’t going to get caught. Even though she barely knew Becky, she trusted her a lot more than she probably should. Once she got into the room, she stopped thinking about it the best she could. Bayley didn’t want her overthinking to kill her mood, especially when she had the redhead in front of her, wanting to be fucked. She needed to focus on Becky and Becky only.

“I want you on your back on the bed.” Bayley stated, not wanting to waste any more time.

Becky did as she was told, covering herself up with her hands as Bayley joined her on the bed. “Don’t cover yourself, baby, I want to see you.” She said softly, guiding Becky’s hands off her for her. The redhead looked away, too shy to say something. Bayley was softer, not wanting to be too rough yet.

Bayley moved a little so that she was laying between Becky’s legs. Kissing the redhead for a while before bringing her right hand up to play with one of Becky’s nipples. Pinching it, she made sure that she wasn’t being too rough with it. Unsure if Becky was into it or not - she pulled her head away, wanting to look Becky in the eyes.

“You tell me if I start to do something you don’t like. Understood?” Bayley asked, moving her hand away from Becky’s chest.

To her surprise, it caused the redhead to whine. Bayley hummed when she realized that Becky wanted her to keep going.

“Please, please play with my nipples. M’need you to. Please?” she begged, not wanting Bayley to stop what she was doing. She needed her to keep going - needed her to make her feel good.

“You got it, baby.” Was all Bayley said before she leaned down, taking one of Becky’s nipples into her mouth. Sucking on it gently, Bayley brought her hand up to play with the other.

Biting gently, Bayley tried to focus on that as Becky began to grind against her. She needed more friction than that, but it was better than nothing. Bayley closed her eyes, feeling how wet Becky was starting to distract her.

Pulling her mouth off her nipple, she asked, “Do you want my mouth somewhere else? Hm?”

Becky nodded, whimpering when Bayley brought her hand down hard against her thigh. “You know I want you to use your words, or you’ll get nothing. So, do you want my mouth somewhere else?”

“Y-yes, want your mouth on my pussy. Please, Daddy, please?” Becky whined, trying her best to grind against Bayley harder than before. She needed more and she hoped that Bayley was going to give it to her.

“Fuck,” Bayley breathed, crawling down the bed so she could lay between Becky’s legs comfortably. Kissing Becky’s thigh, she bit the same spot that she had kissed. Quickly turning her head so she could do the same to her other thigh. Bayley wanted to make this last a little longer than Becky did. She loved taking her time, knowing it would be worth it in the end. Leaning in and kissing Becky’s clit she pulled away with a smirk when Becky whined. She was desperate, wanting nothing more for Bayley to give her what she wanted. But she knew Bayley didn’t work that way.

Finally, Bayley decided to give Becky what she wanted – leaning towards her once more, she took Becky’s clit into her mouth. Sucking on it gently, Bayley slipped a finger into her wanting to give her even more pleasure. Becky tried her best to grind against Bayley’s face, but Bayley held her hips still. Pulling away from Becky’s pussy, Bayley shook her head.

“You don’t move, Daddy’ll stop if you do it again. Understood?” Bayley asked, pulling her finger out of Becky so she could rub at her clit. “Do you baby? Tell me.”

“I-I understand, p-please don’t stop. I want to be a good girl for you.” Becky whined as Bayley went back to eating her out. Trying her best to stay still as Bayley kept going, Becky closed her eyes trying her best to focus on how good her tongue felt.

Before Becky was able to come, Bayley pulled away. Getting up off the bed, she made her way to one of her bags so she could pull out one of her strapons, along with some lube. She wanted Becky to be comfortable – focusing on that instead of the fear that if Charlotte found out, she would be fired without a second thought. Bayley put the strapon on, crawling on the bed so she was in between Becky’s thighs.

“I know you were so close… but I really want you to come on my cock instead. You’ll be a good girl and do that for me?” Bayley questioned, lubing the toy up. Rubbing the tip of it against Becky’s clit, she asked again. “Will you be a good girl and do that for me?”

This time, Bayley pushed only the tip into Becky, staying still while she waited for an answer. If she had to stop to get an answer, she would.

“I-I’ll be a good girl for you, wanna come on your cock,” she whispered, trying to hide her face. Normally Bayley would make her look at her and say it, but she was feeling a lot nicer tonight. Pushing the toy, a little further into Becky, Bayley smiled.

“You’re doing so good for me, just a little bit more and I’ll be all the way inside of you.” Bayley informed her, watching as Becky nodded that she understood what was being said. Bottoming out into Becky, Bayley kissed the redhead’s neck as she gasped loudly. “Good girl. Good fucking girl. I’ll give you some time to adjust, you let me know when I can start moving, okay?”

“O-Okay,” Becky whimpered. Closing her eyes once more so she could relax and try to steady her breathing.

After a while, Becky let her know that she was ready for her to move, and Bayley did just that. Pulling all the way out of the redhead, Bayley pushed all the way back into her. Doing this a few more times until Bayley decided enough was enough. Fucking Becky at a slow pace, she reached down to rub at her clit. Getting to a pace that she could do without having to stop and readjust herself, Bayley kept her eyes on Becky. The way the redhead looked as she was fucking her made Bayley want to do this more often. Reaching her hand to Becky’s neck, she squeezed a little harder than she planned too, but Becky seemed to like it. Squeezing against the strapon on, Becky whined as Bayley fucked her harder.

“Fuck, you take my cock so well,” Bayley moaned leaning down to take one of Becky’s nipples into her mouth.

Sucking gently on her nipple, Bayley fucked Becky at a much slower pace. She wanted to focus on this for a while. Becky didn’t seem to mind it all too much, grinding her hips as best she could from her position and even though a part of Bayley wanted to stop her – she decided against it.

Pulling her mouth away from her, Bayley sat back up so she could fuck Becky better again. Keeping up with a steady pace, Bayley focused on making the redhead come this time. Rubbing her clit once more, Becky tried to fuck the toy back. She wanted as much friction as she could get.

“I’m so close, p-please don’t stop. M’need you.” Becky begged, and Bayley smiled softly.

“I’m not going to stop, baby. I want you to come for me, you don’t need to ask.” Bayley reassured her, trying her best to keep her pace up.

Bayley slowed down for a second, deciding on what she wanted to do next. Finally, she pulled out of Becky and was quick to get off the bed. Helping Becky off the bed, Bayley laid down her back. “Come sit on my cock, I want you to ride me.” She told her, and Becky got back onto the bed.

Straddling her lap, Becky moaned as she sunk down onto the strapon. Grinding herself against Bayley, she felt herself getting closer to the edge. Bayley bucked her hips up, fucking into the redhead roughly. She could tell Becky was close and as soon as she began to come, Bayley didn’t stop fucking her – she only fucked her faster.

Riding out her orgasm, Becky pulled off Bayley once she was calm. Laying down next to her, she turned her head so she could look at her bodyguard. “D-Do you want me to return the favor?” she asked, and Bayley shook her head.

“No it’s okay, I’d rather do the fucking than be touched. I hope you understand.” Bayley stated, and Becky could tell that she was a little nervous.

“Oh, that’s completely okay, I promise.” Becky licked her lips, leaning towards Bayley to kiss her forehead.

Bayley got off the bed and went to go get a washcloth. She didn’t want Becky getting up yet, unsure if the redhead’s legs would hold her up from being fucked. Bayley didn’t want her to hurt herself.

“I’m going to help clean up, spread your legs for me,” Bayley instructed her, and Becky did as she was told.

Bringing the washcloth between Becky’s legs, Bayley focused on cleaning her up instead of the noises she was making. A part of her wanted to fuck her again, but she knew she had to do her job.

“You did so good for me, baby. I’m going to get dressed and check around outside, when I get back, would you like to cuddle?” Bayley asked, and Becky hummed.

“I’d love that, and will you bring chips up for me?” Becky asked, turning onto her side. “Please?”

Bayley sighed, rolling her eyes, “Okay but if you get crumbs on m-“

Becky cut her off with a quick, “You can always sleep in my bed with me.”

“I love how you think. Okay, I’ll be back, ten-fifteen minutes tops.” Bayley said, kissing the top of Becky’s head. “I’ll be looking forward for my cuddles.”

When Bayley left the room and Becky knew she was outside, she closed her eyes and began to fall asleep. A part of her hoped Bayley would just climb into bed with her when she got back inside.

–

When Becky woke up, she was a little disappointed to find that she was alone in the bed. She wasn’t sure if it was because Bayley never came to lay down with her or if it was that she did, but she had to get up to check things out. A part of her wanted to get up and check, but she was way too comfortable where she was. Closing her eyes, she figured Bayley could wait. Sleep could not.

As soon as Becky woke up again, she decided not to stay in bed any longer – plus, her bladder wasn’t allowing her to. Getting off the bed in a hurry, she walked out of the room and into the bathroom. She was still so tired, but she was going to try and talk Bayley into letting her leave for a bit. She needed to get out of the mansion and out in public, even if it was only for an hour. Becky felt as if she deserved that at least.

Heading downstairs Becky had realized that Bayley was asleep on the couch. She wasn’t sure if she should wake her up, but she wanted to go out and do something. What was the point of having one of Charlotte’s credit cards for her to use if she wasn’t going to use it.

“Hey, wake up.” Becky said, shaking Bayley gently.

Smiling when she heard Bayley groaning, she hoped that Bayley would let her go out.

“Well good morning to you too, I guess. How’d you sleep?” Bayley asked as she sat up. Wiping her eyes, she realized it was only ten in the morning.

“I slept great. You didn’t come back into the room, did you?”

Bayley sighed and that told Becky all she needed to know.

“I did, but you were already asleep, and I didn’t want to be loud getting into the bed that I’d wake you up.” Bayley explained to her, but Becky shook her head.

“It’s fine,” Becky paused. “Do you think we could go out today? I’m getting stir crazy and I would like to do some shopping.”

Bayley didn’t respond for a few seconds, and it was starting to make Becky nervous. She knew Bayley was thinking about it, but it still didn’t make it comforting.

“As much as I would love to let you, it’s just not safe. I’m sorry.” She sighed.

Even though Becky knew that Bayley was just doing her job, but it still irritated her. Of course, there were things to do in Charlotte’s mansion, but it wasn’t helping. She could only bowl so much. Becky needed to go outside.

“Can I at least go outside if I can’t go out to a store?” Becky asked, causing Bayley to shake her head with a smile.

“You can, as long as you stay where I can see you.” Bayley said.

“Okay, mom.” Becky rolled his eyes.

—-

After taking a long shower and now in fresh clothes, Becky hurried out the door. Taking her car keys and wallet, she was thankful that Bayley wasn’t paying attention. She wished she didn’t have to sneak out like this, but Bayley left her no choice. She just planned on going to get a few new clothes and maybe something to eat. Bayley stopped ordering food since she ordered pizza and that was the first night she was there. That had been weeks ago, and Becky couldn’t handle anymore ramen noodles and pizza rolls.

As soon as she unlocked the gate, Becky got in the car and turned it on. Driving off and out of Charlotte’s property, Becky felt free for the first time in weeks. She needed this, needed to be out of the house and honestly, away from Bayley. She liked Bayley – hell, they had sex last night. But she couldn’t stand Bayley and she figured it was due to being in Charlotte’s mansion.

Ten minutes later, she arrived at the mall. It felt good to be around other people, even if she had no clue who they were. A part of her wondered if Bayley even realized that she was gone. Shaking the thought away, Becky headed into one of her favorite stores, not realizing that a man had begun to follow her.

After a little while, her phone rang and it was Bayley.

“I know you’re at the mall and I’m headed that way now. Someone’s been hired to kill you, and he’s been following you for the past two hours. I want you to stay in the mall where everyone around can see you. No blind spots.�� Bayley warned and Becky began to look around. She hadn’t expected Bayley to call with all that, but she was glad she did call her to warn her.

Trying her best to act as if she didn’t know what she knew now, she walked into another store on the intention of buying somethings to keep her busy. A part of her knowing she wasn’t going to be allowed out of Bayley’s sight ever again. Half an hour later, Bayley found Becky sitting in the cafeteria.

“Come with me, I’m going to have someone pick up your car later. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to really babysit you. I’m going to be honest here, I’m pissed. Because if Charlotte finds out I could be fired.” Bayley snapped, and Becky hadn’t thought about that. She felt awful and she felt the need to say something.

“Hey listen, I’m sorry for putting you in that position. I’m not going to say anything to anyone.” She reassured Bayley, but Bayley chose to ignore her. As soon as they got to her car, Bayley unlocked it.

As soon as they were both in the car, Bayley locked the doors and turned the car on. Driving out of the parking lot, Bayley made sure she took the longest way back to the mansion. Becky wanted to say something, but she felt that in that moment, it wasn’t okay to do so. Bayley was frustrated and angry, and Becky felt that it would only make her even angrier.

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When they got to Charlotte’s, Bayley turned the car off and got out of the car. Becky followed suit, trying her best to catch up with her.

“Listen, Charlotte’s not going to find out if that’s what you’re worried ab-“ Becky stated, but Bayley cut her off.

“What I was worried about? I was worried that you were going to get hurt. I was worried about you not if Charlotte found out.” Bayley snapped, turning to look at Becky.

Becky looked down at her hands, realizing that she could have been hurt, or even worse. Bayley rushed up the stairs and into her room – not wanting to be around the redhead. Becky knew Bayley was upset and a part of her felt like going up to the room to try and talk to her, but she knew that she needed space.

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After an hour, Bayley came out to find Becky on the couch, watching whatever was on TV. She felt bad for snapping at Becky and she knew she needed to apologize.

“Hey,” Bayley sighed, walking down the stairs and towards the couch.

Becky turned the TV off and said, “Hey.”

“I’m sorry for snapping at you, it’s just that I was worried and knowing that someone was following you made me afraid. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that and I get why you wanted to leave for a little. Next time, don’t go by yourself, okay?” Bayley said, smiling once she noticed that Becky was smiling at her.

Sitting down on the couch next to Becky, Bayley grabbed the remote off the coffee table. She really hoped that she didn’t fuck things up with Becky in the long run. She genuinely liked Becky and a part of her hoped that once this was all done and over with, that she would want to try and get together.

After sitting in silence for a few more minutes, Becky finally spoke up.

“You don’t have to apologize; I should have listened to you. I know there’s not much I can do, but is there anything I can do to make it up to you? I could have gotten you fired, and I still can if Charlotte ever finds out. I just… I just feel really bad.” Becky admitted.

“Hm… I can think of a few things that you could do… if you’re comfortable, of course.” Bayley suggested and Becky rolled her eyes.

“Are you wanting to fuck me again, Daddy?” Becky asked, biting her lip. She knew that that would get Bayley going.

The truth was she needed Bayley to fuck her, and she was glad Bayley wanted to do so.

“Mm, I don’t think you deserve to be fucked, but I do think you should get on your knees and suck my cock.” Bayley bit her lip, unzipping her jeans and pulling them down to her thigh to reveal the strapon she was packing.

Doing as she was told, Becky got down onto her knees in front of Bayley. Looking up at her, she waited for Bayley to give her the go-ahead. Gripping the base of the toy, she nodded.

“That’s it, good fucking girl.” Bayley praised, leaning the toy towards Becky so she could reach it better.

Wrapping her lips around the tip of the toy, Becky didn’t waste any time taking more of it into her moth. She didn’t mind doing this for her and as an aching feeling grew between her legs, Becky began to grind against nothing. Gripping Becky’s hair, Bayley pushed her down further onto the toy – only letting go when Becky began to gag.

“F-Fuck,” Becky gasped, wiping her mouth. “P-Please fuck me.”

She needed Bayley to fuck her – grinding against nothing wasn’t helping at all. Bayley ignored her please, guiding her mouth back on to the toy.

“I love watching you suck my cock, could watch this all day.” Bayley moaned, thrusting her hips up slightly. Becky pulled away from the toy, pouting slightly as she tried to convince Bayley to fuck her.

“Mm, you are being a good girl for me now, but I don’t think I should fuck you just yet…“ Bayley trailed off, smirking as Becky whimpered.

“Please, please. I need you. M’need you to fuck me.” Becky begged, hoping Bayley would eventually give in to her. It was true – she needed Bayley, and she was becoming desperate for more.

Bayley looked down at Becky, unable to deny her any longer. “Okay, fine.” She hummed, pulling her own shirt off. She couldn’t wait to fuck Becky any longer.

Bayley silently thanked herself for deciding to take her bra off earlier – not wanting to waste any more time. Becky was desperate and so was she. Pulling her pants down and kicking them off, Bayley repositioned herself on the couch so her back was against one of the arms. If Becky wanted to be fucked, she would be doing all the work this time.

She was glad that Becky seemed to get the picture – once she was completely undressed, she climbed onto the couch so she could straddle the toy. Hovering over it for a few moments as she gripped the base of the toy. Sinking down onto the toy, Becky shut her eyes as her mouth dropped open. The toy Bayley had decided to wear this time was much bigger than the last, wanting to really stretch Becky out.

”Shit,” Becky whispered as soon as the strapon was all the way inside of her.

“Take your time, I’m not going to rush you.” Bayley reassured her, bringing her hand to her thigh. Becky began to grind against her, taking in how full she felt.

Watching as Bayley licked the pad of her thumb, Becky bit her lip as she began to rub her clit. Now feeling that she was able to move, Becky shifted a little, so she was able to get into a better position. Moving all the way off the strapon, Becky didn’t waste any time with sinking back down on it. But this time, Bayley fucked into her a few times. She couldn’t sit there and watch any longer – she wanted to fuck Becky and sitting there and watching wasn’t doing anything but cause Bayley to grow desperate.

“Pl-Please-“ she whimpered, grabbing onto the arm of the couch for support as Bayley fucked into her harder than she intended to. She couldn’t help it – she wanted to hear all the noises Becky could make for her. That was enough to make Bayley come. Making a mental note to stop if Becky looked as if she were in pain.

“You going to come for me baby? You gonna come for your Daddy?” Bayley asked, her breathing labored.

Becky nodded frantically, trying her best fuck Bayley back. She was so close – needing just a little more. Bayley brought her hand up to her neck, wrapping it around the redhead’s neck and squeezing lightly. This sent her over the edge – Becky closed her eyes as she came, thankful that Bayley kept going. Finally stopping as soon as Becky laid on top of her.

Bayley reached her arm around Becky, rubbing her back anywhere she could reach. She didn’t want to push her off, letting the redhead decide when she was ready to get up. A part of her enjoyed having her like this – the intimacy of it was something she could get used to.

“You were such a good girl, Becky,” Bayley praised, kissing the top of her head.

“Th-Thank you-“ Becky began but Bayley cut her off.

“I don’t want to get up, but my phone is going off. I’ve gotta answer it.” Bayley sighed and Becky got off of the toy.

Grabbing her phone from the coffee table, she sat up as she answered it. “Hey, Charlotte. Everything okay?” she asked, trying to not act suspicious. The last thing she needed was for Charlotte to find out that instead of doing her job, she was fucking the person she was hired to protect.

“Oh? You’re at the front gate? O-Okay, I’ll let you in as soon as you’re at the door.” Bayley said.

As soon as she hung up to phone, both Becky and her got up off the couch and ran up the stairs. They only had a few minutes before Charlotte would be at the front door.

“Fuck what is she doing here?” Becky asked herself as she put on fresh clothes in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she realized that if Charlotte focused on her face, she would know what they were up to in a matter of seconds. Her best friend was too good at pointing things like that out, and it was only going to be a matter of time before she did.

Once she was dressed and washed her face a little, Becky made her way down the stairs to find Bayley letting Charlotte in. Bayley looked calm and collected – the opposite of what she was.

“Why’re you back so soon?” Bayley asked.

“I thought I’d come back to check on how things were here. Becky hasn’t texted me all day and I was getting a little worried considering the fact that the bodyguard I hired to protect her was too busy fucking her.” Charlotte sighed, but to Becky’s surprise, she didn’t seem angry.

Becky’s mouth fell open as soon as she realized something.

Charlotte had cameras in her living room that she could check at any time.

“I-I’m so sorry, please don’t fire me.” Bayley pleaded, and Charlotte began to laugh.

“Fire you? I’m not going to fire you. I actually came back here to maybe join in? It got boring where I was and I’ll admit, I watched the whole thing while I was on my way here on my private jet and I couldn’t help but think about both of us fucking her at the same time, as well as the two of you fucking me,” Charlotte admitted, only pausing to sit down on the couch. “I’ve always had a crush on Becky and I know she’s been wanting to fuck me for a while now.”

Becky gave her a confused look, unsure of what she was referring to – until it hit her.

“Am I that loud at night?” she asked, and both Bayley and Charlotte nodded.

Blushing, she turned her head away so they couldn’t see. She was embarrassed that her best friend had heard her at night when she was moaning her name.

“So, you’re not going to fire Bayley?” Becky questioned, knowing that Charlotte sometimes failed to tell the whole truth.

“No I won’t and if you both don’t want to take my idea up, that’s okay too.”

Becky looked at Charlotte and then at Bayley before speaking up, “Oh, I’m up for it if Bayley is.”

Bayley smirked, “I’m definitely up for it.”

“Good I’m glad. But right now, I’m in the mood for food and a nap.” Charlotte laughed.

As Charlotte began to order food, both Bayley and Becky joined her on the couch. As embarrassed as she once was, Becky soon felt herself comfortable – excited to see how both Charlotte and Bayley were going to fuck her. She couldn’t wait for it.

#my writing #mine #baylynch #becky lynch #bayley

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redgoldsparks · 1 year

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October Reading and Reviews by Maia Kobabe

I post my reviews throughout the month on Storygraph and Goodreads, and do roundups here and on patreon.

Stray by Molly Mendoza

Beautiful, mysterious, fluid in a way that makes a story summary difficult.

Invisible Differences by Julie Dachez and Mademoiselle Caroline

Translated from French, this comic tells the story of Marguerite, a woman who has never fit in well in social situations, who is very sensitive to sounds and textures, who prefers the company of her pets to most people. Eventually, she is diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, and is able to make changes to her life to better accommodate her needs and feels a lot of affirmation at finally having the language to describe her experience. From the information at the back of the book, I gather France lags behind even the US in terms of understanding of and support for people with Autism and Asperger's; to me this story read as fairly basic. It's clear, nicely drawn, and easy to read, so hopefully it will be a good resource; if it helps some readers either see themselves, or better understand a friend or co-worker, then it will have done its job!

The Two Princesses of Bamarre by Gail Carson Levine

Addie and Meryl are sisters, princesses in the kingdom of Bamarre, who love each other dearly and could not be more different. The older sister Meryl is brave and assertive, practices swordplay, and longs to go on adventures and fight monsters. Her younger sister Addie is timid and shy, scared of monsters and spiders, and prefers to stay home with her needlework. But when Meryl falls sick with the gray death, a fatal magical illness, Addie overcomes her terror and leaves the castle to search for the fabled cure. Along the way she must face everything she's most afraid of, including the prospect of losing her sister forever. This is a wonderful middle grade book, very inventive and whimsical in the same vein as Howl's Moving Castle and The Princess Bride. Reading it made me want to write a short fantasy story in which characters can fly and dragons can speak.

It Won't Always Be Like This by Malaka Gharib

Malaka's parents divorced when she was in elementary school, and from then on she spent summers in Egypt or Qatar with her father and school years in California with her mother. This book weaves together memories of many summers in the Middle East, some joyful, some challenging. Malaka's father remarried and eventually had three more children with a woman named Hala, who Malaka saw more as a big sister or mentor than a mother. Their relationship forms one of the central emotional cores of this story as they connect across language and cultural barriers. Drawn in the same loose, energetic style as I Was Their American Dream, this story is a nuanced examination of a family forging closeness despite distance.

Out of Darkness by Ashley Hope Pérez

This book carries a content warning for almost everything I'd usually warn for: sexual abuse of a minor, on page rape, anti-Black and anti-Mexican racism, threats of lynching, character death in violent accidents, torture, and on page murder of main characters.

The story centers around a real historical event, a gas explosion at a school in New London, East Texas, in 1937, which remains one of the deadliest school accidents to this day. The book opens with the aftermath of the event and lets you know right away that at least one of the main characters is dead. Then it winds back the clock and introduces Naomi, a Mexican American teen orphan, and her half-white younger twin siblings, who had been living with their grandparents until the twin's father summons them all to live in the deeply segregated oil town of New London. Naomi was sexually abused by her step-father as a young girl, and the threat of continued abuse hangs over for the whole story, as does the danger of racially charged violence. Amidst this grim setting, the siblings steal moments of tenderness and joy, playing in the woods around their house, delighting in books, and a friendship with a Black teen, Wash, from a nearby community. When Naomi and Wash begin to fall in love, their happiness feels as fragile as soap bubble. But it is a bubble that might contain a whole life time's worth of passion and joy, even if it cannot last. This is a devastating book, unflinching in its depiction of racism and violence. But I found myself reminded of In The Dreamhouse, another book about very hard topics which is nevertheless still a pleasure to read because the writing is so strong.

To All The Boys I’ve Love Before by Jenny Han

I enjoyed this so much! Lara Jean is the middle child of three Korean American sisters who lost their mom young. This bonded the girls very tightly, and I loved that the relationship between the three of them was equally as, or more important than, the romantic relationships Lara Jean gets tangled in. The plot is fairly simple, but the writing is so grounded, warm, and witty, it really allows all of the characters to shine.

The Vanishing Stair by Maureen Johnson

This is the second book in Johnson's excellent YA murder mystery series and I had SUCH a good time with it. It's hitting a really satisfying mix of flashbacks to a kidnapping/murder case from the 1930s which took place at a elite boarding school; present day story line of Stevie Bell, true crime obsessive, trying to solve the cold case; and Stevie Bell, teen with severe anxiety trying to navigate some complicated friendships, a potential romance, conservative Republican parents and a series of mysterious deaths. The historical mystery and the present day mysteries are both being strung out across multiple books, but so far the first two volumes have concluded with reveals that were surprising cliffhangers but also still well-earned endings. This series reminds me of The Westing Game the murder mystery I loved most as a teenager. I definitely plan to keep reading the series and I can't wait to see how all of these separate plot threads will wrap up!

The Golden Enclaves by Naomi Novik

The third and final book in the Scholomance series opens with El back on earth, incapacitated by grief over the loss in the graduation hall. It takes her a long time to pull herself back together, and she might never have done it except some of her old school allies call for her aid: more and more enclaves are being attacked by a mysterious enemy and maw-mouths are clawing at the gates of other. I struggled with the pacing of this book; there were several times I found myself thinking certain plot element had been revealed in the wrong order, and would have had a bigger emotional impact if arranged differently. This book also introduced a ton of new characters, as well as tons of new settings; this is a big ask from the last book in a series that has already introduced a pretty wide cast in the previous volumes. Also, the very clearly established rules of the magic system, which I loved in books 1 and 2, felt like they were getting broken over and over! I'm glad I read this book because I wanted to know how the series ended, but unfortunately I just didn't love it as much as I wanted to, and that makes me much less likely to rec this series to other readers in the future.

#books #reading #reviews #book reviews #comic book reviews

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dauntingday · 1 year

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RONAN LYNCH IN A TIME LOOP SAY MORE AT ONCE (but only if you want to no pressure the all caps is just my enthusiasm and also my brain being broken by those tags and that concept)

apologies in advance for what this turned into <3

so for context of me personally i absolutely adore a timeloop au in any context in general like there is something so funky so fresh about the whole idea of a guy getting worn down by time while everyone around him is experiencing something for the first time?? to be so jaded but still have to wait for the other people to go through surprise/shock at something that's already gotten old for the guy who's seen it more times than they can count????

so that's already delicious but Most Specifically i am a fan of the version of the time loop that is "a guy who has to go back and re-do the worst thing that ever happened over and over until they fix it" both from the perspective of (a) the lingering doubt of no matter what they change does it ever actually make a difference? is there anything that could be done that would Matter enough or is fate always going to lead them to the same place and we are doomed to repeat our mistakes ect ect but also (b) the thing about the worst thing that ever happened to a guy is that uhhh it sucks? like having to relive any period of time repeatedly is already concerning but when it's a moment that fundamentally defined the subsequent period of life ? to have so much urgency but still be repeatedly brought back to square one !!! and to have to see that worst thing over and over and knowing they failed !!!!!!!!!!!! terrible !!!!!

and if that wasn't already a bucket of laughs the most very absolute worst part is always when the person has to waste so much of their very limited time the loop resets and then they're all alone again??? to not have one person in the entire world who understands what they're going through and to have any progress they've made immediately get undone, but to do it all again anyways because fuck what other choice is there ??

all of this to say. ronan lynch. bc i'm not sure if you noticed by now but these freaks are literally all ride or die for each other from MINUTE ONE like ronan walked up and said hey i pulled this bird out of my dreams and no one blinked? like mild spoiler the third book and holy fuck especially the fourth one really lean into the?? fantasy side of things?? kind of?? (it will make sense in retrospect i promise) but never not one single page are any of these books about them not believing each other. there is an inherent irrevocable acceptance that when one of them has A Problem it is Their Problem and that's part of the reason they are soooo <333333

but yeah you'd damn better believe if ronan sat down and told those freaks this was his 18th wednesday in a row they would believe him without question or cause there would be none of that wasting time on that stupid trope of "ronan knowing everything the other person's about to say and that's why they believe him" nonsense. they are his family and they are fundamentally there for one another when it matters. when it doesn't matter. everything in between.

so ronan's time loop is just immediately about the finding solutions part??? about gansey sneaking Meaningful Glances at adam across the table because they both know ronan's more unhinged about this than he's letting on. maybe blue convinces them to go to fox way to ask maura and calla and persephone to read his future and the first time blue has ever seen those women look Genuinely Scared is when they have to tell him point blank that they don't see one. not that it's blurry or that the signs are unclear but that ronan lynch fundamentally does not have anything other than the Now.

ronan lynch the dreamer the dreamed afraid to go to sleep not because of what he can do when he dreams but because this time being awake is the scary part??? because he doesn't know where or when he'll be when he wakes up???? to have something so. core to who he is. be so fractured. and his family not really being able to help but being so willing to try anyway????

anyways sorry i didn't realize i had so many thoughts about this hi tldr i wanna humble that maniac sooooo bad

#and yes that version of the time loop idea that i am talking about is ONE MILLION percent what winter did to the 141 <3 #their impact is UNMATCHED #i say freaks affectionately btw #i see ppl on here call them the gangsey and i refuse to do that even in my head because it's ridiculous #but objectively it is a great name

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Hii, so a question about TDT. I read TRC years ago and loved it ofc, it's one of my favorite ya series and i still think about it regularly. Gansey and adam were my favs but i still looked forward to CDTH so much, but :( i ended up not liking it all that much. I didn't connect with the new characters the way i did with the gangsey, and i barely remember the plot, except that they drove around a lot, this one girl dreamed clones of herself and declan was there. MI is on my shelf but i've never read it. So, should i continue reading? Why/why not? Does it get "better" in MI? I want to love TDT, especially since i know the last book will be out this year but idk :/

Hi! I completely understand what you’re saying - personally, I felt the same way too. I didn’t (and maybe still don’t, though it got better with MI) connect with the new characters in the way I connected with the gangsey either. But i think that’s the point? the overall themes/message trc is very different to the ones in tdt. trc, at it’s core, was a story about friendship. yeah they searched for this dead welsh king together and in doing so went through these major personal developments, but in all the challenges they faced their strength came from their bonds with each other. the impact of trc hinged on us as the reader’s connecting with the characters and their relationships with each other, because it was those relationships that led to the development of each character. adam’s development in the books doesn’t hit until you take it in conjunction with his ability to accept his friends’ love, for example.

tdt is, i think, very different from that. it’s not an arthurian tale about friendship. it’s much darker, much sinister, because it’s about the struggles of someone who physically cannot fit in. magic is a metaphor for chronic illness, and the helplessness that ronan and hennessy feel in relation to their powers, matthew and jordan’s restlessness as they grapple with their lack of identity away from their dreamers, declan’s own conflict as he tries to protect his family but feels his facade slip away - the tone is completely different, and admittedly, it can be hard to get used to after the more hopeful tone of trc. it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, and that’s completely valid!

i can’t tell you if you should carry on, but i can tell you what made me stick to it. to me, this is a story about ronan, and i think mstief is telling a really compelling one. ronan ended trc in a place where he may have accepted himself, but he didnt understand himself. whilst everyone else had in some ways healed, ronan still hadn’t. he ended it with an understanding on his powers and love in the form of adam - and the main question of the series (and certainly of mi) was: is that enough for him? ronan is still on a journey of discovery, one that he had started in trc but hadnt finished there, and i needed to experience that journey with him. this series is about healing from the things you never thought you could escape, and i want to see ronan reach that point. declan was also a big selling point for me - i liked him since trb, and the best thing tdt did for me is finally show us the depths of declan! i didnt feel any connection to the new characters in cdth (tho that did change a bit in mi) but the story that is being told about the lynch brothers is the main thing i care about.

that was probably in far more detail than you wanted 😂 but in summary, i recommend maybe trying out mi and see if it helps? if it doesn’t, that’s completely fair bcos like i said, tdt deals with much more serious, darker themes than trc. but if you do try reading it, let me know what you think!

#hope this helped anon!#tdt meta #the dreamer trilogy #trc

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nialltlynch · 2 years

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five favorite fics that I've written (for writer appreciation day)

tagged by kat @sleepy-skittles thank u thank u 😘😘

5. in the garden sleeps a messenger — one of two non birdverse fics ive posted!! the target audience for this fic was me, twenty some odd years ago. ((love u bitch 🥰🥰)) anyway. edea and seifer have Thee Most Interesting Dynamic. it is insane to me how little there is about them. theres mommy issues. theres a highly problematic age gap. theres a concerning power dynamic. theres a hot evil milf with a banger aesthetic. theres the time loop or whatever the fuck was going on there. succession of witches defined my life for over a decade. seifer is into petplay i know this i know this. theres SO MUCH to explore here and it's all so underutilized in the game. this fic honestly does not even begin to get into but i consider it a decent first exploration and hopefully when i have time and energy i can do it a bit more justice. as it is though i really enjoy it!!

4. without a me there is no you —

She has the same blush rounding her cheeks and the same quiet, nervous laughter as the young Mór many years ago who muffled her kisses on Niall's mouth.

this bit was floating around in my head with perfectly clarity when i woke up one day and i immediately wrote out about six hundred words surrounding it on my phone before getting out of bed. im really interested in the implications of niall dreaming a docile sweet mannered replacement wife and i thought it would be interesting to explore it a bit from mór's perspective because she would be so impossibly biased. also thought it would be interesting if she fucked above mentioned replacement. this was my first time really trying to inhabit mór which, let me tell you, is really hard when the only canon information is scraps.

3. ambilevous — oh handcat fic, my weird little brain worm. all my fics are elaborate, long overstayed jokes in one way or another but this one i wrote specifically because the concept was just sooooo silly to me. absolutely absurd. certified kk comedy hour. it is, in usual fashion, a thinly veiled exploration of the more fucked up lynch family dynamics and how the barns arent quite what they seem but of course it is.

2. smoke alarms, smoke — my first exploration of the lynch family 🥰 it means a lot to me. i love this fic. the idea of the barns as a beautiful fairy tale ending had always rubbed me the wrong way and of course i love the slow desolation of locations through those that inhabit it which, really, what is the barns if not a haunted house waiting to happen. thats the part thats lacking (unfortunate!!) but i did get to write declan as a sad sad little kiddy which is one of my few life joys. i loved it when i wrote it and i love it now (which is saying a lot). while it isnt everything i want it to be i do very much love what it is!

1. it's a gift to be simple, it's a gift to be free — my aurora character study and probably the best thing ive written thus far...maybe ever. i honestly have no idea what the fuck i was on when i wrote this but god i wish i could get it back. some of my personal favorite prose comes from this fic. its a very personal fic in that i centered the emotional core on some of my own life bullshit. stylistically i owe so much of this fic to catherine valente's comfort me with apples which i had read around then (as if it wasnt obvious). i had already been thinking about aurora and her role in the lynch family but reading that helped solidify the tone i really wanted. this is another fic i sat down, wrote, and edited all in one night. i think if i hadn't posted it then it would've languished in editing hell so im very happy with what i put out.

oh and the recurring knife thing was because i was having feelings about knife maintenance, as one does. (if anyone wants me to come over and sharpen their kitchen knives and make you dinner lmk)

ive seen this passed around and lost track of who's already done it so if you would like participate then i am tagging you now. enjoy ((:

#kk writing #tagged stuff #late stuff too lol #i thought i was going to post a fic like froday or saturday and then cheat and say that was in my top five #BUT THEN #i was doing a ''quick'' final edit #and then i was like #oh this scene would b better if i #completely #.....#changed it #((^:#so here we are !!!#long post #im so sorry I talk so much

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shayberri789 · 2 years

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I really enjoy character analyses and metas. Like if I had a choice, those are the only essays I would’ve written in high school - not that I'm any good at writing them lol. My thoughts are there but they always end up rambly and long. As it is, I have Ronan lynch braintrot as the moment. And I'm about to make it your problem.

(Very long and slightly all over the place character breakdown of Ronan's relationships, with a particular focus on his relationship with grief, Gansey, and the moment in bllb where he dreams in the church with adam)

My dad and I are listening to bllb together atm, and just passed the moment where Ronan dreams Greenmantle’s “crimes” for Adam, and how upset he was over it, and I just had to pause and rant about it because:

Ronan is so horrifically traumatized, but despite how he presents himself he is NOT a bad person. As Adam puts it: “When he wasn’t trying to look like an asshole, his face looked very different…” and “How appropriate it was that Ronan, left to his own devices, manifested beautiful cars and beautiful birds and tenderhearded brothers, while Adam, when given the power, manifested a filthy string of perverse murders.” (Bllb) Ronan is a hufflepuff character (I will FIGHT you on this). He “doesn’t do casual friendships,” he’s hardworking (look at the work he does at the barns! How long he worked to dream the car for gansey!) and he’s so, so loyal. He’s devout to his brother, to gansey, to Adam, to his family. He shows a tender love for nature (cabeswater, chainsaw, the animals at the barns). Ronan, at his core, is a soft character.

Now imagine this boy, this CHILD, 14 years old, innocent, and yeah he’s got the hard edges from his father but they’re tempered by love and youth and he’s just a BOY. A boy who’s best friend is hunting a magical king, a boy who’s magical himself and forced to hide it, a boy who’s father is magic and he loves him more than the whole world - and one day he wakes up and sees the man he loves most dead in his care, murdered brutally and he thinks “I was close enough to help. I could’ve helped” (he is a CHILD, and his survivors guilt tells him he should've somehow stopped his dad being murdered??) and is he given time to grieve? NO. His brother - a liar, a distant boy (because Declan was like. 16/17 and I’m still young myself but even I know that at that age you’re a child too and Declan was already knees deep in his fathers business, with the knowledge that his father was murdered to make HIM give up his brother to a collector and that’s trauma too and now with his father dead he has to step into his shoes and protect his family and he wasn’t given time to grieve either—but that’s a different post) - has never been much of a brother to Ronan and in his grief he distances himself further, and he is not in a position to be a brother anymore, never mind handle Ronan’s violent grief. If he could ever, he can’t anymore.

And now Ronan has lost his father, and in a matter of days he loses his brother completely, his mother, his home, every piece of stability and support he could have had. And on top of this, he has to hide his dreaming (and dreamers can't not dream - they'll die), and he can't accept his sexuality yet, and he's dealing with the trauma of seeing his father's corpse, and his home and family, and he's dealing with grief and survivor's guilt. That is a LOT to put on a 14/15yo boy. And he doesn't have any support, or coping mechanism, and people already have this idea of him and he slips into self loathing (Night horrors? I read someone explaining how they're a representation of his self hatred - I mean, in tdt he says "they [the night horrors] hate me" and Opal says "Ronan, why do you hate you?" - and when gansey finds him and thinks he attempted suicide bc of a nightmare - he pretty much did, via subconscious) and he drinks and he races and he hardens his edges and hides every soft, vulnerable part of himself.

And in the middle of it all is Gansey - strong, reliable gansey, who has been living with death his whole life, who has a dream stronger than anything Ronan can imagine, and Gansey who is the pillar of stability in the group. It is Gansey who repeatedly looks out for his friends' mental and physical wellbeing (even at the cost of his own quest of own wellbeing - and this boy is SUCH an interesting character and I relate a lot to him and one day I AM going to write a character breakdown). It is Gansey who reassures them when they're shaken in Cabeswater "the trees speak latin" sign, with the camero, with Gwenllian's cave (and other scenes I can't think of off the top of my head). It's gansey who repeatedly comforts people in their grief (Noah, Maura (disappearance), persephone, when Ronan's mom died), and it is Gansey who Ronan moves in with after Niall's death. It is Gansey who puts a "leash" on Ronan, who continuously manages to understand Ronan even at his strangest, most broken, and Ronan is almost devoted to him. Most people can't muster enough understanding and empathy for ronan to see past his exterior and understand him. Gansey is always the pillar of stability in Ronan's life, and honestly I think that for all Ronan mockingly calls gansey "dad', Gansey has stepped up to fill the role Niall left. Gansey is the only one that Ronan will always listen too, the only one who can call him off a fight, and when Ronan once again loses his mother in trk, Gansey is the one he once again turns to for direction and support -

'"Ronan," [Gansey] said. The gentle way he said it nearly made Blue cry. [...] In a very low voice, Ronan replied, "I'm waiting for you to tell me what to do, Gansey. Tell me where to go." [...] Gansey said, "I don't know how to find Glendower." / "You do, Gansey," Ronan replied, voice uneven for the first time. "I know you do. And when you're ready to find him, I'll be sitting right here, waiting to go where you tell me."

Okay but how much Ronan is in pain here and how much he trusts Gansey and how loyal he is to him honestly makes me cry even after reading this series genuinely upward of 15 times. Anyway, when in trb Declan says "Remind Gansey of that . No Aglionby, no Monmouth," and Adam thinks '"then you've killed him [Ronan]," [...] He couldn't imagine Ronan living under a roof without Gansey, period' - he's right. At this point in his life, Ronan cannot survive without Gansey. Gansey is the truest brother Ronan has at the moment - because while Matthew adores him, and he matthew, the boy is a dreamthing and a child, and on some level I think Ronan knew this (and I think Matthew, and Ronan's love for him, is one of the big motivations for Ronan to keep trying to stay alive between Niall's death and trk); and Declan has for a long time stopped being family to Ronan. And when Gansey falls down the hole in the Cave of Ravens in bllb, Ronan even says it - "Do you hear me Cabeswater? You promised to keep me safe. Who are we to you? Nothing? If you let [Gansey] to die, that is not keeping me safe. Do you understand? If they die, I die too." Ronan is a boy who's quite literally lost eveything before, including most of his family, and he wouldn't survive losing the one he's built - especially the pillar on which is rests.

WHOOPS I got side tracked into a meta about Gansey and Ronan's relationship. This is why every essay feedback I got in hs consistantly had "practice consiceness".

ANYWAY BACK TO THE TOPIC:

So Ronan is a deeply traumatized person, but he's a boy who's actually good at his core and he's just and loving and loyal and hardworking (he is a hufflepuff your honour. He does not care about chivalry, bravery or righteousness (or right and wrong - he only cares about being fair and just) - he values loyalty, hardwork, fairness, and trust. Idgaf what Maggie said - Noah and Ronan are hufflepuffs, Blue is a gryffindor, Gansey is a ravenclaw, and Adam is a slytherin. But that is also a different post). And a key trait for ronan is his fairness, and that he never tells a lie - because he already lives with so many of them. And at this point in bllb, Ronan has accepted his father's death somewhat, he has accepted and embraced his dreams, and his sexuality and feelings for Adam. He has mastered his self hatred, he has recovered so much and grown so much, and now this boy (who he STRAIGHT UP SAYS IS AN OBJECT OF HIS DEVOTION TOO!!!) asks him to go against his nature and dream something horrible, and lie - this boy he "worships" asks him to do this in his sacred space of worship, under the eyes of Mother Mary (side note: hello symbolism! He is 'sinning' to himself with his dreams, while the only parent he has left is his mother, who herself is a dream-thing - did anyone else catch this or am I grasping at straws? lol) - of course Ronan is upset. Of course he has a nightmare ("I tried for too much at once," Ronan said from the pew. His words were short, clipped. He was trying not to look like he cared about watching himself die [side note he was actually upset about what he was dreaming, but Adam didn't understand this. I'll talk about it later] [...] "It wasn't the sort of thing - the sort of thing I normally dream about, and everything got agitated. The night horrors came..." - Cabeswater is connected to Ronan, it mimics his subconscious - the dream was agitated bc Ronan hated what he was doing - and the night horrors returned and tried to kill him.

And Adam - who's lived with horrors and violence his whole life, and who's been so wrapped up in himself the last three books because all he's ever had his whole life is himself and a constant motto of "keep going, bare it, keep surviving" and hasn't been able to develop very good empathy yet either - he doesn't quite understand what's going on in Ronan's head. He thinks he's upset about Ronan watching his double die - because to Adam, that has always been the worst case scenario for himself (dying - it all being for nothing). He doesn't understand how far outside of Ronan's nature he's asking Ronan to go, and ronan knew what would happen when he did it - he knew he'd dream something dangerous and he could bring it back but Adam wouldn't leave. So not only does Ronan have to focus to bring so many things back, he has to go so far against his nature to do so, and on top of that he has to keep Adam in mind and keep him safe. Ronan is upset because he had to lie, that adam asked him to lie, and that he very nearly could have killed him both, and Adam doesn't quite understand. Adam (understandably, from his perspective and understanding) gets defensive, and Ronan says "I didn't say it was your fault. I said get the hell away from me." - What he meant was he needed a moment alone to pull himself together, to calm down, but he's upset and frightened and disgusted with himself and a wreck - and the way he phrased it wasn't quite right.

Ronan is a flawed and such an interesting character, and I adore his arc and his relationships with his family and with himself and Cabeswater, but I think this is long enough, so you can have my thought-spew as it is and Maybe I'll be back with the rest of the gangsey.

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Ok so I’m into the dreamer trilogy and haven’t read the Raven cycle...what is Declan’s characterisation/journey there?

THIS MIGHT BE THE BEST ASK I’VE EVER RECEIVED. IMAGINE I’M STANDING WITH MY ARMS SPREAD USING DIFFERENT VOICES AND HAND GESTURES TO REENACT THIS STORY FOR A RESENTFUL CAPTIVE AUDIENCE

also declan’s TRC storyline is like. equal parts horribly fucking sad and unbelievably fucking hilarious so. i will try to strike a Balance

FIRST OFF. there is exactly one (1) declan POV chapter in the entire series. it happens toward the end of the last book. up until then, everything we know about him comes from the observations and narration of others.

he is also a very minor character. his importance grows throughout the series, but almost all of his actions happen offscreen. it’s not until the last book that we know exactly how much he’s been dealing with the whole time.

when he’s introduced in the first book, he appears as a plot device. here is a two-dimensional horrible controlling hardass who doesn’t give a shit about anything but his future political career. look at his fake, smug fucking grin. how did someone like ronan end up with a brother like him?? doesn’t matter. it’s a convenient excuse for ronan to live with his best friend in a drafty warehouse, which means more room for YA hijinks!

declan’s introduction scene is Embroiled in Capital-D Douchebaggery. according to the narration (from gansey and adam), he loves to fuck women and then never call them back, cozy up to powerful people, and bitch about how ronan’s ruining his life by being sad about their dead parents. SOME people can just get over their dead parents, ronan!

this intro scene is also Extremely Funny i 100% recommend reading it even if u don’t read the actual series. ronan makes a nasty comment, declan goes “why are you the way that you are” and tries to salvage his date, gansey utters the phrase “man whore”

then later that night things go like. actually bad.

declan shows up at the same pizza place where ronan is with his friends. this scene is gansey pov. gansey runs out to the parking lot to find the two of them Very Literally Trying To Kill Each Other. you don’t see that violence in cdth - there’s only the TINIEST shadow of it when declan confronts ronan over matthew - so i Cannot Express Enough that someone is going to end up hospitalized at BEST. ronan’s already slammed declan’s head on the car, declan’s already grabbed ronan and beaten the shit out of his face, like.

you do not get good old-fashioned Declan Lynch At His Actual Worst in cdth. u might be thinking, THAT guy???? doing THIS????

oh yeah. things are real bad between declan and ronan.

after gansey breaks up the fight (and gets punched in the face for his trouble, albeit accidentally), declan tells ronan that their dad would be fucking ashamed to see him now & that he’s washing his hands of it & basically if ronan wants to go off and fucking die, he can.

this is like. just a couple months after the magical suicide attempt referenced in cdth

in the aftermath of that scene it becomes clear that ronan absolutely unequivocally 100% will kill himself if he has to live with declan. hence. why he’s living with gansey instead. gansey spends that whole night petrified that the declan altercation will lead to another attempt, and for Good Reason

so like, that’s how we first meet declan. he’s an uncaring wannabe corporate asshole who does not give a fuck and who only exists to exacerbate ronan’s mental health issues.

but then the opening of book 2 gets real interesting.

book 2 is where we start learning more about the lynch family. we learn that ronan’s father was a dreamer who sold his creations on the black market, we learn that that’s why he was murdered. we learn that ronan’s a dreamer too. we learn that there are very powerful people looking for the greywaren, an artifact that takes objects from dreams. those powerful people just don’t realize it’s a person, yet.

so here’s the assassin who killed niall lynch.

he goes to declan’s dorm.

with everything we know about declan, the kid should be completely unprepared. he can box, but the assassin knows that, so there’s no real advantage. he’s alone, and he doesn’t have an escape route.

declan pulls out a gun.

this is an unexpected turn of events.

unfortunately he ends up getting beaten half to death with the butt of said gun, because he loses the ensuing physical struggle for the weapon. the assassin is like, i need the greywaren. declan is like, i know it exists but i don’t know what it is. i’ll find it for you. i’ll get it to you. then you’ll leave me the fuck alone

now with everything we know of declan at this point - his attitude toward ronan, his general demeanor, and this new knowledge that he knew about the black market - there’s one obvious question.

will declan sell ronan out if he finds out about the dreaming.

and like, okay. their relationship is antagonistic in cdth but it is NOT what it is in trc. believe me when i tell you that at that point, when you’re reading, you can pretty reasonably go, “oh, god. oh god. oh god please no one ever tell declan what the greywaren is. oh god.”

declan has some other interactions with ronan and the gang throughout the book, mostly where he’s just a hardass who tells ronan to stop causing trouble. adam’s the only one who notices that declan is scared. like bone-deep shaking to the core petrified. about Something.

probably getting beaten to within an inch of his life by the man who murdered his father. that’s the reasonable reader conclusion.

so imagine how everything changes when you find out that declan already knows. that declan’s known about ronan’s dreaming for longer than ronan has. that declan knew exactly what and who the greywaren was, and he lied to a man who was ready to torture him for information, and he got away with it.

suddenly a lot of things recontextualize.

“keep your head down and stop making trouble”? people are gonna NOTICE your magic bullshit, ronan, we do not have time for this!

“stop hanging with that loser druggie friend of yours”? you mean the loser druggie friend who sells on the magic black market and doesn’t care about protecting himself or anyone else?

“i got super weird for no reason about ronan sleeping close to adam”? i don’t have fucking TIME to be homophobic i’m busy with your POTENTIAL TO MANIFEST NIGHT TERRORS IN FRONT OF WITNESSES IN BROAD DAYLIGHT

“i’ll find out what the greywaren is and bring it to you”? i’ll die. i’m making a bargain to die. i’m never giving you the greywaren and i know you’re going to kill me about it and that’s fine as long as my brothers are safe

ronan doesn’t know that he dreamed matthew. declan knows. he’s known the whole time. declan tells ronan in book 3. and then things recontextualize even further, because ronan’s death is also matthew’s, and matthew IS close to declan in trc.

but declan never tells the goddamn truth unless it’s his last option. he doesn’t tell ronan that he knows about the dreaming and he doesn’t tell ronan what specifically wants to hurt him and the lack of communication fucking destroys both of them.

in the last book, ronan realizes declan loves him.

more than that, he realizes declan’s loved him the whole time.

this is when declan finally tells the truth. things are getting bad, plot-wise, and declan is scared, so he comes clean. he tells ronan that niall specifically tasked declan with protecting ronan from the market. he begs ronan to run from the danger. “let’s pour gasoline on everything dad left and start over.”

this is also when ronan realizes that declan’s childhood was very different from ronan’s own. and that niall and aurora lynch were not the same people to declan that they were to ronan. and that their father’s decisions are what’s driven the wedge between him and declan all this time

(he’s still struggling with the cognitive dissonance of this in cdth. i don’t think he knows how to adjust his perception of declan to fit this new information.)

aaaaand the final scene with declan makes me cry every time i read it so instead of summarizing, here’s the important part:

Ronan delivered a sharp tap to the object, and a small cloud of fiery orbs sprayed up with a sparkling hiss.

“Jesus, Ronan!” Declan jerked his chin away.

“Please. Did you think I’d blow your face off?”

He demonstrated it again, that quick tap, that burst of brilliant orbs. He tipped it into Declan’s hand, and before Declan could say anything, jabbed it to activate it once more.

Orbs gasped up into the air. For a moment, he saw how his brother was caught inside them, watching them soar furiously around his face, each gold sun firing gold and white, and when he saw the spacious longing in Declan’s face, he realized how much Declan had missed by growing up neither dreamer nor dreamt. This had never been his home. The Lynches had never tried to make it Declan’s home.

“Declan?” Ronan asked.

Declan’s face cleared. “This is the most useful thing you’ve ever dreamt. You should name it.”

“I have. ORBMASTER. All caps.”

“Technically you’re the orbmaster though, right? And that’s just an orb.”

“Anyone who holds it becomes an ORBMASTER. You’re an ORBMASTER right now. There, keep it, put it in your pocket. D.C. ORBMASTER.”

Declan reached out and scuffed Ronan’s shaved head. “You’re such a little asshole.”

The last time they’d stood on this roof together, their parents had both been alive, and the cattle in these fields had been slowly grazing, and the world had been a smaller place. That time was gone, but for once, it was all right.

The brothers both looked back over the place that had made them, and then they climbed down from the roof together.

#long post #REALLY long post #i haven't reread this so excuse any incoherence #trc #trc meta #not really but??#suicide /#declan lynch #i love my idiot son #replies #Anonymous

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nightmaresart · 3 years

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𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮

Don't blame me, love made me crazy

If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right

Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

I'd be usin' for the rest of my life

Don't blame me, love made me crazy

If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right

Oh, Lord, save me, my drug is my baby

I'd be usin' for the rest of my life

Don't blame me - Taylor Swift

𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

Full Name: Victoria Penelope Montgomery

Meaning of Name:

The name Victoria is of Latin origins and means "The one of victory"

The name Penelope is of Greek origins and means "Beautiful person" or "Gift of God "

Nickname: Vicky, Victory, Penny

Reason of Nickname:

Vicky: Vicky is a nickname ber parents and friends often use for her as its easier to catch her attention like this if they want her to pay attention for a second

Victory: Victory is a nickname that her parents use to cheer the young woman up when she was younger

Penny: Penny isn't a common nickname for Victoria as people tend to use Vic or Vicky more, however, it is used from time to time by her friends to tease her about her middle name

Gender identity: Cis-Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Hetrosexual

Age: 17, depends on what I write

Birthday: 13-08

Zodiac sign: Leo ♌

Place of birth: Warwick, England

Blood Status: Half Blood

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖊

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor

The wand: Dogwood, Boomslang Venom, 12 ⅓ Inches

Dogwood: Dogwood is one of my own personal favourites, and I have found that matching a dogwood wand with its ideal owner is always entertaining. Dogwood wands are quirky and mischievous; they have playful natures and insist upon partners who can provide them with scope for excitement and fun. It would be quite wrong, however, to deduce from this that dogwood wands are not capable of serious magic when called upon to do so; they have been known to perform outstanding spells under difficult conditions, and when paired with a suitably clever and ingenious witch or wizard, can produce dazzling enchantments. An interesting foible of many dogwood wands is that they refuse to perform non-verbal spells and they are often rather noisy.

Boomslang Venom: Boomslang venom, whether crystallized or in a rarer liquid core, provides a small boost to jinxes and hexes thanks to its venomous qualities. However, when a wandmaker undertakes the dangerous task of working with the raw venom, it is generally with the aim of creating a powerful Transfiguration wand. Whether or not the advantages outweigh the risks is not generally agreed upon in wandmaking circles.

Patronus: Orca

Orca - It’s no mistake that orcas are nicknamed “killer whales.” They are one of the most effective hunters in the ocean. Orcas use teamwork and complex communication skills to hunt and the same cunning to protect their young. With the fierce, calculated protection of an orca on your side, you can rest assured that the Dementors will be no match for you.

Magical abilities: Lycantrophy

Lycanthropy is the state in which a Werewolf finds him or herself: that of turning into a fearsome and deadly near-wolf.

Boggart:

The most important people in her life looking at her in disgust as they're talking down on her and who she is

Riddikulus form:

Not available, she ran out of the classroom and never got to discover it

Amortentia

What do they smell?

Maple syrup, Freshly cut grass, Warm tea and a Fireplace

What do they smell like?

Sweets, A hint of blood, Lilies and the woods after a storm

Mirror of Erised

Herself and her Husband with some healthy kids, not having to worry about what others think of her and that she is safe with her new family and friends

𝕻𝖍𝖞𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Dark Brown

Hair Style: Untamed coup of hair that perfectly represents whether its close to a full moon or not

Weight: 58 kg or 127 lbs

Height: 1,65 m or 5 ft 4

Type of Body/Build: Mesomorph, Hourglass figure

Skin Tone: Beige, warm undertone

Distinguishing Marks: The first thing people will notice are the scars on the left side of her face

Face claim: Phoebe Tonkin

𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

Overall Personality

An overall calm and collected girl who seems to know more than she shows. She is smart and uses her knowledge for pranks and least harmful ways of creating mischief. She is snarky and can be quite sarcastic, she loves to mess around with her friends and is often the reason they get out of trouble or detention.

Briggs myer type: ESFP

Good traits:

Outgoing, adventurous, caring, talkative, understanding

Bad traits:

Crude, loud, distracted easily, a bit of a dreamer, pushover

𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖊

Towards people they hate

She is cold towards the people she hates, she doesn't interact with them and always gives them the cold shoulder

Towards people they tolerate

She is gentle with the people she tolerates, she isn't as talkative with them as she is with her friends but she doesn't mind talking to them at all

Towards people they consider friends

She is herself with the people she sees as friends, she doesn't hide her personality and if she deems them trustworthy enough she also doesn't hide her lycanthropy at all, even alerting them when the full moon is close so they know she'll react differently

𝕽𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖘

Family:

Father: Matthew Montgomery, a muggle man

Mother: Rosemarie Smith/Montgomery, a full blood woman

Sibling: Timothy William Montgomery, younger brother

Friends:

Teddy Ellison, Galen Stagg @cursebreakerfarrier , Roel Leeuwenhoek @words-and-wands , Gabriel Sapieha, Josie Edwards @slytherindisaster , Tadgh Lynch, Kit O'Sheeran @unfortunate-arrow , Logan Rosseto @demon-twins-and-co

S/o:

Danny Gibson @catohphm

Rivals:

TBD

𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞

Born in Warwick England, Victoria's mother was casted out by her family for marrying a muggle man and having a child with him. This automatically meant that Victoria was an outcast to that side of the family as well as she wasn't a full blood born child. She never learned about her mother's side of the family as well as Rosemarie refused to talk about them.

Growing up Victoria had quite a happy and normal childhood, she was allowed to do her own things and her parents were there for her if she needed them in any sort of way.

Around the age of seven when the young girl was staying with her uncle she was unfortunately attacked by a werewolf. Distraught the young child screamed and cried herself a sore throat and it took ages for her uncle to comfort her.

After this accident Victoria wasn't the same anymore as she was constantly on edge and scared, she didn't know what to do and neither did her parents. It tookba couple of years to come around and accept it, around that time she also received her Hogwarts letter. Stress was the first thing she felt when she got the letter as she wouldn't have a safe place to transform during a full moon and she didn't believe that the other children would accept her if she told them.

In the beginning of her Hogwarts career she was very closed off, but as time passed she gained more confidence and eventually became one of the many troublemakers Gryffindor and Hogwarts would see in their years to come

After Hogwarts it is said that she disappeared of the radar, refusing to live in a busy city or town

𝕽𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖘

Victoria is quite cautious about telling new friends about her lycanthropy, but once she does tell them its always after she has decided she trusts them enough

She is quite good at transfiguration and its her best subject with Potions being her absolute worst

She is always in a horrible mood a week before the next full moon and will make this fact known to her friends

She will sass you if you're being a complete idiot in her eyes

She loves teasing her friends about their crushes once she figures them out. Ofcourse she never takes it too far

She loves puns and often makes them, cracking up halfway through though as she amuses herself with them the most

She is really good at giving puppy eyes, she uses this to get things from her friends or to get out of trouble, it works most of the time

If you want your mc to be added to her friend or rival list, just tell me and I'll add them!

#harry potter #hphl #hphl mc #hphl oc #hphl moodboard #hphl profile #harry potter hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy #victoria montgomery #she is here!#with an updated profile #jesus christ #gryffindor #gryffindor oc #gryffindor moodboard

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 3 years

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Roguish Women Part 41

Summary: Kate is an American who fled to Paris to escape her past life. Now she's dancing and playing the part of a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. There she meets Tommy Shelby who thinks she can be useful in expanding his empire. But has he been blinded?

Part 41: The Shelbys are blindsided and Tommy almost realizes his greatest fear.

“There’s news.” Polly came into the betting shop. Kate was sitting in Polly’s office, her feet kicked up as she snacked on some sweets that she knew was always hidden in the desk.

“News about what?”

“A potential plot to have Arthur killed. Tommy and the boys are meeting about it now.”

“Something Luca plotted? Or another local?”

“Luca, as far as we know.”

Kate sat up, slyly putting away the candy before Polly noticed she had been eating them. “Alright…so they’re setting up a counter-attack?”

“Yes. In Artillery Square.”

“When?”

“In an hour, so get up.” Polly waved a hand at her.

“An hour?” Kate stood up. “Is that why Tommy didn’t come home last night? Are you fucking kidding? Now he’s keeping secrets from me when-”

“There’s no time for arguing, just come with me.”

Kate grabbed her coat off the back of the chair and followed Polly out of the office. “Where are we going?”

“You’re going to the hospital, to stay with Michael while this all happens. I want to keep you safe with him.”

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The hospital room wasn’t an easy place to wait out in. Kate paced the floor, waiting for information about what happened at Artillery Square.

“Did Tommy call you? Tell you anything about this?”

Michael was sitting at the table that had a few bouquets decorating it. The flowers never wilted; Polly kept having them replaced. “No, I haven’t heard from him.”

“I just figured this would be something he would share with me.” She muttered.

“I’m sure they had to put together a quick plan, Kate, it’s nothing against you.”

“I know these men better than Tommy does. I think it would be wise to trust me on these matters.” She grumbled in discontent.

“Miss Lynch?” A nurse came in. “There’s a telephone for you.”

“Oh, thank you.” Kate felt some relief, hoping it was news. She followed the nurse out of the hospital room and to the phone. She picked up the receiver. “Hello?” There was no answer on the other end of the line. “Hello? Tommy?”

Suddenly, someone placed a gloved hand over her mouth, and forcefully pulled her into the room behind her.

Kate wrestled for her gun in her holster but the man holding her back was too strong.

“Funny meeting you here, huh, Katie?”

The voice made her stomach turn but she continued to fight.

There was a click and Mickey pressed a gun under her chin. “If you scream, I’ll put a bullet through your head.”

Kate squeezed her eyes shut and prayed it was all a cruel nightmare. She nodded, hoping that when he let her go, she would wake up in Tommy’s arms.

“Alright, that’s a good girl.”

The door opened and closed again, making Kate open her eyes. Another man came in.

“Take her gun,” Mickey ordered.

The man frisked Kate for her gun, finding it and pulling it out of her holster.

“Now, are we going to have some difficulty if I let you go?” Mickey asked, releasing his hand from her mouth.

“You’re here to kill me, just get it over with.” She spat, all the while she was looking for an exit strategy. She always managed to make it out with her life. And this time, she had so much to live for. The Shelbys, Tommy, her unborn child. She refused to put Tommy Shelby through any more grief.

“I’m not here to kill you,” Mickey replied. “I will kill you. Soon, but right now you’re just an obstacle in the way. We’re here for someone else.”

Michael. Kate’s heart leapt to her throat and she made a lunge for the door.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He grabbed her before she could get even a step away. “Cool it, Katie.” He chuckled when he saw her lower lip tremble. “Santo was right, you’re just too hung up on these gypsies. He made a mistake tryna bring you back home and make a wife out of you. I suppose he was blinded; thought you would eventually love him back if he kept you in Boston long enough. He should’ve killed you years ago. Then you wouldn’t be such a thorn in my side.”

Kate’s jaw was tight as she stared him down. No way Mickey was going to leave this room thinking he had scared her. “Did you see the state of him? Were you the one who found his body?” She asked with as much restraint in her voice that she could muster. “I tore him to shreds. And you know what? I don’t lose any sleep over it. I’m glad I did it. I would do it again.”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Mickey warned, pointing the gun at her.

But Kate knew he wasn’t going to kill her. She wasn’t the target. “And to think you really believed the story that I was kidnapped. Poor little Kate, her fiancée was murdered and she was snatched away. I really thought you were smarter than that. I guess I was wrong.”

“You bitch, I said quiet!” He shouted and slapped her across the face with the pistol. He grabbed her by the throat and pushed her up against the wall. “I can’t wait to kill you. Can’t wait to see your blood spill. You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna make you watch Luca kill that Tommy Shelby. Then I’m gonna slit your throat.”

Kate gritted her teeth and kneed him in the groin. “I’m going to send you to hell first.”

Mickey went to hit her again but the other man grabbed him. “We have to go. Now!” He snapped in Italian.

And just like that, they were gone.

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Kate left the room, running back to Michael. She nearly collided head-on with Tommy.

“Fuck’s sake, are you okay?” He took her face in his hands, at least happy to see she was on her feet.

“I’m fine, it’s Michael they were after.” She tore away from him to get into the hospital room. “Michael!”

The young man was out of breath, sat on the cot. “They just left. You lot scared them off.” He gasped, terror in his eyes. “Th-the gun backfired and they ran.”

Tommy slumped into a chair. The fear of the decoy had rattled him right to the core. “Kate?”

“Mickey…Santo’s right-hand man. He blindsided me when I was in the hall. He said I wasn’t the target; he wasn’t going to kill me.” She answered shakily.

“Fuck.” Tommy whispered to himself. How could he not have considered this? He was so sure.

“Tommy.” Kate took his wrist to pull his hand away from his face. “Why didn’t you come home last night?”

“Because I had news of this, I was with Arthur planning.” He replied.

“You couldn’t have called? Told me what was going on?”

“Kate…”

“Tommy, this could’ve been avoided if you had called me. I would’ve been able to help you! I’m not just a waste of space you know. I’ve been around these men longer than you have; I know how they think.” She argued.

“So, you would’ve figured this all out, aye? You would’ve been the one to save the day?” He narrowed his eyes at her.

“Oh, don’t give me that tone. The point is that we promised each other not to keep secrets.”

“It wasn’t a fucking secret, Kate…”

“But now I’ve been pushed off to the side because of what? Because you don’t think I’m clever enough? I could’ve-”

Tommy stood up, knocking the chair over in the process. “Because of the baby!” He shouted at her. “Because I won’t have your name anywhere near mine, not while I’ve got a fucking vendetta attached to me!”

“They want me dead just as much as anyone else in this family!” She yelled back at him. “I’ve had my vendettas with them much longer than you. So, don’t go on pretending I’m new to this game. I faced the Mafia before you even shot Billy Kimber!”

He wouldn’t step up to her challenge. “As long as you’re carrying my child, you’ll not have anything else to do with this. You understand? No more.” He snapped before leaving the hospital room as quickly as he had come in.

Kate was left with Michael who was looking perplexed by everything that had happened in the span of minutes.

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After their argument, Tommy didn’t have much time to spare in regards to mending things. But when he did finally return home, he smelled like the Yard. That was clear to Kate when he slipped in bed with her.

He must’ve thought she was asleep because he struck up a cigarette and was silent for almost a minute.

“You told Michael I was pregnant,” Kate spoke with her back still turned to him.

“No, I didn’t.”

She turned over with a huff and sat up to face him. “Yes, you did! In the hospital, you were going on about all that right in front of him. What else is he supposed to think you were talking about?” She demanded.

In his anger, Tommy hadn’t realized what he was saying in front of his cousin. “It’ll be alright.”

“Oh, I see. So, Tommy Shelby is free to do whatever he wants. You say I can’t tell anyone, then you go on letting it slip to Michael. You’re a hypocrite, you know that?”

“I’m sorry.” He was too tired for another fight. “I didn’t mean to tell him.”

“I don’t care what you think about me being pregnant. I’m not asking for you to put me on the front lines. I’m asking you to be clear with me about what’s going on. I know their strategies; I can be another brain in the room!” She insisted.

“Do you know what would’ve happened, if Grace was pregnant?” He asked in a quiet voice.

Kate stared at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“If she had been pregnant that night. If she was shot…the baby would not have survived. I would’ve lost two people that night.” He put his cigarette aside.

She started to understand where he was coming from. Her eyes went downcast. “Tommy…”

“If that bastard killed you-” He swallowed and shook his head. He couldn’t even get the words out. With a sigh, he placed a hand over his eyes. He was so tired.

“They’re playing on our fears. They want us to be scared.” She moved closer to him and touched his cheek. “If we’re afraid, we make mistakes. Or we let our emotions get the better of us and we make stupid decisions. Right now, we need to be strong.”

Tommy dropped his hand and looked into her eyes. “I don’t even want to sleep anymore. Every night it’s the same nightmare.” He said in a low voice. “The same dreams I had when I was on morphine. When you were gone.”

Kate bit her lip. “If I could take away the dreams I would.” She touched her forehead to his. “But know that I’m not going anywhere. Neither is the baby. We can think about the good times that are to come when this is all over.”

He ran a hand through her hair, grateful to have her close even after the argument they had earlier. “You should ask Pol to tell you the gender. Figure out when they’ll be born too.”

“It should be sometime in the summer. That’ll be nice, won’t it?”

Tommy tried to picture warm sunny days at Arrow House. He would take some time off to help with the baby. Lord knew they would all need some time off after the whole Changretta debacle was finished. “Yeah.” He nodded. “It’ll be very nice.”

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wherewindysurgeswend · 3 years

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deep heart’s core: chapter nine

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It was raining by the time the train pulled into the station in London. Anna laughed a little to herself. She had been told it rained a lot in England, but she hadn’t it expected it to be raining when she arrived. Smiling weakly at Mr. Welch, she picked up her suitcase, put on her hat, and stepped off the train. She scanned the crowd, looking for a sign with her name: her boss had said he was sending a car for her. The station was filled with people holding hand-lettered signs bearing the names of the people they were there to pick up, but as far as she could tell, none of them read “Anna Byrne.” She wondered if they hadn’t gotten her birth name instead, but there was no “Rachel Byrne” either.

There was, however, a woman in a tweed suit holding a sign that read “Anne Burke.” With a sigh, Anna walked up to the woman. “Are you from the Montreal Daily News?” she asked. The woman nodded. “Are you Miss Burke?” she asked sharply.

“Yes. Well, no. I’m Anna Byrne, but I think you’ve got my name wrong.” The woman shook her head. “No, I’m here for Miss Anne Burke. If you aren’t her, you’d best move on.”

“No, you see, there is no Anne Burke. I’m Anna Byrne, and I’m the reporter covering the Thornbury case. Isn’t that who you’re here to pick up?” The woman looked exasperated.

“I don’t know what Anne Burke does, I only know I’m here to pick her up.” Anna sighed. Arguing with this woman was like arguing with a brick wall. At this point it would be easier to just take a taxi. She apologized to the woman and headed for the exit.

Stepping off the train in Paris, Kathleen smiled to herself as she saw her parents exchange a tender glance. She had heard the story dozens of times, about how they had spent their honeymoon in France – a belated honeymoon, a few years after their marriage, because Europe had been war-torn when they had met in the autumn of 1915, and just as bad when they married a year later. Joseph and Florence had spent most of April, 1921 in Paris, leaving four-year-old Kathleen with her grandmother. Kathleen couldn’t really remember, of course, but she had been told that the trip was only supposed to last three weeks, but the boat had been delayed and they had had to stay for four. It was one of those stories that the Lynches liked to bring up at dinner parties, along with the time Kathleen had been sent home from school for arguing with her English teacher and the time Mary had tried to run away from home at age six.

The Lynches walked into the hotel lobby and Joseph headed for the check-in desk. Florence was close behind him, but Kathleen stayed behind to keep an eye on the younger children. Paul and Mary seemed to be having some kind of argument. James was staring at the chandelier in the hotel lobby as if in a trance. No wonder, Kathleen realized. He had never seen anything quite like it. Pulling her brother by the hand to get him out of the other guests’ way, she took him back to where their other siblings were.

The first few days of the Lynches’ vacation were fairly uneventful. They visited some tourist attractions, ate at some sidewalk cafés, and slept in hotel beds that were just a little too firm. But on the day, Kathleen arrived in the hotel lobby and was told that someone had called the hotel for her and requested that she call back as soon as possible.

Almost immediately after the number had been dialed, Kathleen heard a panicked Margaret Kittredge on the other end of the line, speaking far too quickly for Kathleen to understand her. After being asked repeatedly to slow down, Margaret was finally able to explain what the fuss was: “Grandmother’s here.”

After a pause that was far too long for Kathleen’s taste, Margaret asked, “How quickly can you get over here?” Kathleen looked at her watch.

“Half an hour if I walk. I’d take a cab or the metro but I don’t have any French cash.”

“I’ll pay for the cab. I’ll be waiting for you outside the hotel. And be sure to dress nicely. Grandmother can be quite… judgemental.”

When Kathleen’s cab pulled up in front of the hotel, Margaret was standing outside, looking more nervous than Kathleen had ever seen her. She was pacing back and forth and kept reaching up to run her finger through her hair, realizing that she couldn’t do that without ruining her perfect finger waves, and lowering her hand again. Kathleen watched her run up to another cab and attempt to pay the driver before realizing that the passenger was a stranger. She suspected Margaret had done this multiple times before, so she stuck her head out the window and called out to her.

In the elevator on the way to Mrs. Kittredge’s room, Margaret and Larry, who had been waiting inside the lobby, smoking cigarette after cigarette to calm his nerves, tried to give Kathleen as much advice as they possibly could on what to say to their grandmother. “Make sure your handshake is firm,” said Larry.

“But not too firm,” Margaret added, “or she’ll say you aren’t ladylike.”

“Be respectful.”

“But don’t be weak.” “Smile.”

“But don’t grin.”

“Look her in the eye.”

“But don’t stare.”

“Be serious.”

“But don’t be sullen.”

“Be –” but Kathleen never found out what Larry was going to tell her, because the elevator doors opened.

Margaret Sterling Kittredge was nothing if not impressive. At age seventy-five, she still had perfect eyesight and wouldn’t have been caught dead wearing glasses. Her spine was still straight as an arrow. Like her sons and grandchildren, she was on the tall side, and rather thin. She had the Kittredge eyes, but they weren’t dreamy like Margaret’s, mirthful like Larry’s or frank like Margaret’s father’s. They were cold and steely and her gaze was sharp and level. Her silver hair was arranged in a pompadour – the style had gone out of fashion some thirty years ago, but Mrs. Kittredge wore it with such dignity that it didn’t matter. She wore a dark red velvet gown and an impressive diamond brooch and, seated on a chintz armchair with her hands folded in her lap and her legs daintily crossed at the ankle, she looked to Kathleen like a queen surveying her kingdom.

“So,” said Mrs. Kittredge, “this is the Lynch girl.” It wasn’t a question; it was a declaration. Kathleen felt certain that even if she hadn’t been the Lynch girl, she still would have agreed with Mrs. Kittredge, because contradicting her was out of the question. “Come here,” said Mrs. Kittredge imperiously. Kathleen obeyed. “What was your first name, again?” she asked, not unkindly but not exactly kindly, either. “Kathleen.”

“Now, Kathleen, you understand why it is of utmost importance that you be discreet about this whole… situation.” Kathleen nodded.

“Of course. I had no intention of spreading this around, Mrs. Kittredge. You can count on my discretion.”

“I’m sure I can. But you understand why I had to come here anyway, don’t you? We can’t have it known that my late son had an illegitimate child – a child born during his marriage to my daughter-in-law, no less.” Kathleen hesitated.

“What – what would the consequences be?”

“Oh, you know. The Kittredges are an old family, Kathleen. Our social standing is precarious, but if we lose it, we lose everything. So it falls to me to make sure we don’t lose it.”

“Mrs. Kittredge, there’s something I have to tell you.” Mrs. Kittredge stared at Kathleen.

“I’m afraid… I’m afraid there’s been a misunderstanding.” Kathleen glanced at Larry and Margaret, both of whom seemed to have guessed what she was about to say. Larry looked incredulous but not necessarily unhappy, but if looks could kill, the one Margaret was giving Kathleen could have decimated an army. Nevertheless, Kathleen didn’t back down. “Mrs Kittredge, I’m not your granddaughter. It was all a prank that Larry helped me pull on your son. I hope you’ll accept my apology, because I truly didn’t intend for it to get this out of control. But your son wired you before we could tell him it wasn’t true and, well, here we are. And I hope you won’t blame Larry, because it was all my idea.”

The silence that followed probably lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like hours. Finally, Mrs. Kittredge opened her mouth, and Kathleen steeled herself for what she assumed would be a lecture. But instead, Mrs. Kittredge did the unexpected: she laughed. Margaret was the first to speak. “Grandmother,” she said incredulously, “do you really think this is funny? You came all the way across the Atlantic for nothing!”

“Peggy, when you get to be as old as I am, you’ll understand the value of a good joke. And besides, Montreal is unbelievably dull these days. Nothing to do but attend parties held by women I’ve never liked. I might as well be in Paris.”

“But… you hate jokes. I’ve never seen you laugh in my life.”

“There’s always a first time.” she turned to Kathleen.

“I like you,” she said decisively. Kathleen stared at her. After a pause, Mrs. Kittredge continued.

“You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. It’s not many girls who would go along with something like this to help their friends. You’ll go far, Kathleen Lynch.”

After the required pleasantries, Kathleen started to leave the hotel room, but Mrs. Kittredge called her back. “Would you do an old woman a favour?” she asked. Kathleen was startled by the request. “Of course,” she replied.

“Would you come to dinner with us tonight? I’m afraid my relatives are dreadfully dull at times. I could use the company.” Kathleen, not knowing what else to do, accepted the invitation and headed back to her hotel.

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Denki Mystery Series Winter Arc - 4th Episode: 『Shears』

ー Midorito House, Front Yard. Winter.

[[Hajime and Karatsugu had just arrived, while waiting for Karatsugu, Hajime enters the Midorito household when suddenly...]]

A Voice: I knew it, an old fart like him! Big bwother doesn’t like him!! Absolutely not!!

Hajime: … What the?

[[Ozo and Chorosuke pass by the front yard.]]

Hajime: Ah, long time no see. What's going on?

Ozo: Ah~, they’re here, they’re here. Yo, how are you guys? Hey, tell ‘em.

Chorosuke: You have such a big mouth. Don’t meddle in the Midorito Family’s affairs. Are you trying to act like a big brother right now?

Ozo: What you’re saying and what you’re doing are two completely different things you know. You say you care about your sister but is this how you show it?

Chorosuke: Dayoko’s… fiance. Before I even knew it. From time to time, I thought she’d be calling somewhere else!

Chorosuke: I thought it would stain my badge of honor as a brother to pry into it, so I left it alone, but then this happened...!

Chorosuke: I knew it, it’s still too soon. My emotions and I are not ready for this at all.

Ozo: Don’t say something like that! This is a cause for celebration! Isn’t it a bit wrong to talk about it like that?

Ozo: Well, they’re older than me, but police officers are the elite of the elite around these parts.

Ozo: So why not? Because you’re not rich? It’s fine! Your family has a mountain anyway.

[[Karatsugu enters the front yard.]]

Karatsugu: Ohh, I see you’re doing well Chorosuke. Here. Thanks for the invitation. Never thought I’d see the resident police officer get married.

Karatsugu: … Hm? What happened.

Hajime: … you’re only saying that now?

Chorosuke: Ah… aah,

[[Chorosuke composes himself quickly]]

Chorosuke: you two must have come a long way. Please come in. … Dayoko, tea!

[[Chorosuke leaves to help Dayoko, leaving the three in the front yard. Ozo starts leading them inside.]]

Ozo: Eh? Ehhh~!? What’s that all about…. The mood’s been absolutely shit since he kept on bitching, I’m glad he’s finally been pacified.

Hajime: When I think of a stereotypical patriarch of an old family and a tyrant, it’s an image of a prominent person in the village and a stern presence. … I guess those types really do exist huh? I see~.

Chorosuke: It’s all over the place. Just who are you calling a tyrant who keeps on bitching? I’m perfectly calm! Here, tea!

Gara! [[Chorosuke leaves the room after setting down the tea.]]

Takashi: Aah!

[[Takashi shows up from the other room.]]

Takashi: I got here before you guys. Ughh, he’s been like this all day. … You guys didn’t take the train today?

Karatsugu: I don’t like being in the trunk, so I brought my car. I also had luggage.

[[Karatsugu and Hajme lift up the bags they were holding.]]

Hajime: Alright, here. This one’s for Takashi. It should fit okay. Try it on.

[[Hajime hands Takashi something from inside the bag. It’s clothes. Takashi leaves the room while inspecting the size. As he’s leaving, Toshio enters the room. He’s wearing a white button up shirt and matching black pants and blazer. It looks new.]]

Toshio in a paper bag: 「Hellooo.」

Ozo: Oooh, aren’t you looking fresh? I didn’t know you had something formal like that. Well, you’re from an old family after all.

Chorosuke: Aah, speaking of formal wear. I’m wearing a kimono for the occasion, so I’m fine. You guys can just wear your suits.

[[Chorosuke leaves the room as Takashi enters.]]

Takashi: Yup, it fits just right, Hajime-kun. … Ah. There’s… something stitched on the inside of this blazer, … “Matsuno”.

Hajime: Think of it as a magic tag, ah- err, actually more like a good luck charm.* Since we’re actually going up the mountain ourselves this time.

Karatsugu: I’ll tell you the reason why. There was a man whose life was saved because he was wearing it. Here, put this on.

[[Karatsugu hands Ozo his set of clothes.]]

Hajime: What about Chorosuke-san...?

Karatsugu: If you want we can bring the extra jacket? We can do that.

Takashi: By the way, I noticed something in the journal that I kept.

Hajime: What?

Takashi:There was a page that said “Behind the scenes of New York, Zero point at 60”.** So I thought that it was about the cafe. Somehow, I’m not really sure. But I was wondering what was the point of running the store without relocating to where I can have more customers.

Hajime: Surely, even if it was written alongside the old folklore stories, it could simply be a message left by someone at a more recent time.

Takashi: One time, I actually followed what was written and walked around one corner of the Cafe*** and I found a big old warehouse.

[[Chorosuke enters the room again, catching the tail end of what Takashi was saying.]]

Chorosuke: A warehouse huh? I wonder who owns it… Well it’s time we get ready.

Karatsugu: I should probably check it out later.

Hajime: Zero point... ? As in a starting point of something?

ー

Chorosuke: I hope you’re all hungry. I’ve prepared a meal for you, but before that, how about a smoke?

ーThe Endー

Original Event

Summer Arc: 1 | 2 | 3

Winter Arc: 4 | 5 | 6

Mod Note: The original japanese title of this chapter is “Pruning”. After searching around, following the theme of naming chapters after works of David Lynch, I found out that the title references “Absurda” meaning Scissors. I’ve compromised and used the title “Shears” which are specialized scissors used in pruning plants. In fact there are specific scissors for flower arrangement and bonsai trimming, those models are what Chorosuke specifically uses!

* Hajime first says Fulu (呪符) which is, according to wikipedia, a term for supernatural taoist incantations and magic symbols as a Chinese Incantation. Usually in the form of written Talismans. He then corrects himself and says Omamori (お守り), Japanese Amulets that can be sold at Shinto or Buddhist Temples. You’ve probably seen them in anime they’re like a small pouch and are used to give protection, safety, prosperity or good luck. Although, the core of Omamori is not the pouch itself but the writings inside the pouch that are imbued with prayers.

** Ok I have to apologize for this one, This is originally written in katakana, ニュウヨクノウラデウシロムキロクジュウホデレイチテン, converted it to hiragana and this was what I was given: にゅうよくのうらでうしろむきろくじゅうほでれいちてん, and then swapping out New York with it’s Katakana Spelling and swapping the hiragana I know that correlate to a Kanji I was given: ニュウヨクの裏でうしろむき六十ほで零地点. And that’s the best I could translate it while still making sense.

*** He actually says house here, but he lives on the 2nd floor of the cafe. Just swapped it for Cafe to help the convo flow better but he does reveal that he lives in the cafe.

**** Ok sorry about this chapter, I’ve been having a brain fart recently and some of these terms just aren’t making sense. There’s a part where they’re talking about some slang I think? The next chapter should be better. I’ll come back and revisit this chapter to fix some stuff i think could be better. If there’s any part that you’re confused about my ask box is always open!

had to fix the formatting on some of these wwtf, tumblr hates html ffs

#Denkimatsu #Denki Mystery #Mystery Novel AU #Romantic Mystery #Osomatsu san #Hesokuri Wars #Translation #Event Story #Ozo Akashika #Karatsugu Aogo #Chorosuke Midorito #Hajime Shisaka #Takashi Momose #Choromatsu #Todomatsu #Mod Pheo #Sorry about the quality!!#I may redo this one #If you have any questions my inbox is open!!

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Destinations Better Left Forgotten

Okay, this was an AU I’ve had rattling around in the back of my mind for some time now and I finally decided to just get it down. Please tell me what you think because this is something I might come back to. There is a lot of potential for further world building and it’s different enough from both fandoms that it is unique.

Jack gazed through the thick-doubled plated glass window of his compartment, not seeing the scenery at all. The white stone walls and gleaming stained-glass windows had long since passed, giving way to lush green fields full of crops and dotted with large majestic trees that towered over the lands. The tracks even went through the pastures where a heard of wild horses ran alongside train and keen eyes caught sight of a small regal foal in the mix, the white of her main only outdone by the glimmering purity of her golden horn.

But as the day wore on and night creep closer, the lands they crossed faded. The colorful wildflowers gave way to weeds and the greenery washed away to wilting yellows and then barren browns. The chirping of songbirds turned to screeches of scavengers and more than a few red eyes gave the steam engine a second look. However, with the wards freshly renewed, even the foolhardiest of monsters thought twice at the power emanating from the train.

Many of the passengers had rushed to the side and stare out the windows in awe as they passed by a gaggle of giants who’d rethought their plan to ambush the train and instead chose to turn tail. It was the closest most of the people had ever gotten to a monster without fearing for their lives. Jack, for his part, had enjoyed listening to the children chatter on in excitement, unaware of the very real danger they could have been in if the fraying wards hadn’t been updated hours prior.

Regardless of how the luxury train’s amenities were and the attentive catering of their staff, they were far from the safest travel as they’d advertised. Something the conductor was well aware of and despite his many pleas to the higherups for funds to update the wards and various safety enchantments throughout the compartments, they’d spent the money on charms that made the gas lamps burn different colors and expanding spells to increase the room sizes of their VIP compartments, one of which Jack was upgraded to.

The conductor had taken only look at his fine silk robes, embroidered with the finest silver thread and adorned with sapphires and had pulled him aside. His economy seating was given away to a grateful woman and her granddaughter in favor of the luxurious sleeper cabin, all in exchange for a renewing the wards.

Jack would have done it for free, he intended to when he took one look at the despicable deteriorating state of the ward the luxury line boasted as the best protection money could offer and knowing where they were headed, he didn’t want to put the lives of the people on board at risk. Any other time, he would have reported the infraction to the magistrate and charged the company an exorbitant price for the services. However, the Crown had already paid his guild an exorbitant fee in advance for their services and booked the first available train out for them. Going so far as to pay an extra fee to get the job done quickly and with such a hefty sum, he could not be the cause of any type of delay.

He’d already tried getting out of this particular assignment, but he was the only one available on such short notice. Not only that, but Manny, the current Master of the Guild, had assigned him the mission. Jack couldn’t say no to him. Not after the man had taken a chance on a no named peasant and brought him into the folds of one of the most revered guilds in the lands that people had killed for just to get a chance at an opportunity to join.

Maybe, if he had been a little bit more open and honest with the master, Manny would have found someone else. But Jack had never told a soul of his past, not even when it meant the difference between becoming a part of the guild or not. He had held firm when Guardian North had questioned him and it was his resolve not to give in despite the alternative that gained him permeant membership in the guild.

If Master Manny or any of the head Guardians knew they were sending him back to the very place which gave him the nightmares that terrorized him most nights, they would never forgive themselves.

Burgess. A hardy settlement that had managed to survive for decades in spite of being near the Dark Forest. The people there were strong-willed—they had to be living where they did—and very superstitious. There were those there that had kind hearts, but the kindness usually bled out of them—sometimes literally—over the years.

As a child, Jack saw the place as home. Life was hard, but he and his family made due. His sister and he had been out foraging through the nearby woods with his father, a supposed safe zone when a monster attacked. It clung to the shadows but razor-sharp teeth and claws tore viciously into flesh. His father had held it off, screaming for Jackson to take his sister and run which he did. Never looking back.

However, they’d fled across the frozen pond and while the ice was thick enough to hold their weight, it splintered underneath the weight of the large creature came after them. Jack didn’t know what happen, one moment he was pushing his sister forward, the next he was cold—cold—cold and water filling his lungs. He vaguely recalled seeing icy blue eyes as he sunk further into the water then nothing.

He awoke on the side of the bank, frozen to the core and shivering and yet, alive. The pond was destroyed, spears of jagged ice splintering up and outwards as if something exploded from beneath before freezing solid an instant later. There were black fragments of what looked to be sand from a distance—Jack had not attempted a closer look in fear of what he might find the sand to actual be—encased in the ice and blood.

Jack had taken a good long look at the ice before pulling himself to his feet and making the journey back to the settlement. Shivering all the way from the cold and the fear that his home had become a desolate battlefield in his absence. He should have been more worried for himself because as soon as he stepped foot in what would be his former home, all eyes turned on him and the whispers started.

He had stood there, not knowing what to do until his mother and sister made their way to the front of the gathered crowd. Flee had made to run for him but his mother had held her back, horror on her face. For when Jackson had left the settlement that morning with his father and sister, his hair and eyes had been that of earthly tones, but now standing before them was a boy as pale as the night, hair white like the moon and eyes of glaciers.

Jack didn’t know how he survived the next three months in the settlement. Whispers followed him everywhere, his mother exiled him from the house but completely from the property in fear. Instead, he lived out in his father’s tiny storage shed and feed scraps. Though, to be fair, there wasn’t that much food to be had as the Dark Forest creatures grew ever bolder, creeping closer than they’d ever come before to the settlement.

The whispers became louder and fear gripped the people. It was only when the whispers stopped when he strolled through town that the hairs on the back of his neck began to rise. Something was coming. Something big and he shouldn’t have been taken by surprised as he’d been when the lynch mob had come for him.

The people of Burgess were superstitious after all, and he’d come back from a watery grave with the hues of winter right as the monsters became more brazen. It was not hard to figure out what their intentions were when he saw the rope and chains. Jackson had fought tooth and nail, but he was a mere boy and they were many.

Tears had stained his faces, mixing with blood as they bond him with chains and rope to a stake near the edge of the Dark Forest. His sobs muffled by the filthy gag that had been brutishly tied, pulling out more than several strands of hair. Not a single one looked back as they left him there.

A blood sacrifice to appease the monster in hopes of leaving the rest of them alone.

Jackson hadn’t known how long he sat there, crying well into the moonless night but his eyes never left the forest’s edge, which was why he immediately noticed movement as the most dangerous of monsters crept forth.

That was the night Jackson Overland died.

“I see you haven’t moved for quite some time,” a rough voice drew glacier eyes away from the darkened horizons and towards the cabin’s opened door where a tall man casually leaned up against the frame as if he owned the place. Unlike the delicate silks that draped across his body, the man before him wore thick dark leathers well-worn and scarred from use. A trained eye such as his could easily identify the various inauspicious trinkets and gems as the weapons and arsenal they were. If it wasn’t for the black markings partly hidden by auburn hair on his forehead he knew was there and the unnatural shade of vibrant green eyes, Jack might have thought he was just another hunter.

“Lord Haddock,” Jack nodded to the man as a pair of pretty ladies in their finest attire slow meandered down the corridor. Their light giggles and hushed whispers a clear indication they were listening in and more likely than not had been following the lord for some time. “Please do come in.”

The lord didn’t grace him with a response. Instead, he crossed the threshold with one large step and slid the door close, drawing the curtains closed for good measure before taking a seat. Vivid green eyes narrowed as they took in his paler than normal features and slightly trembling hands before darting over towards the small cart still laden with untouched food.

Jack saw the look and attempted to deflect. “Hiccup—”

“You didn’t eat,” the lord shut him down before he could get any further. Grabbing a cup, Hiccup poured the now room temperature cocoa and held the delicate china out to Jack. After a moment, steam began to rise from the cup and the white-haired man finally relented, taking the now hot cup with both hands to prevent his trembling from spilling any of the exotic beverage and bringing it to his lips.

“Thank you.”

Hiccup didn’t say anything as he poured a second cup and stared the liquid down until it was boiling, only then did he drink.

“You need to eat, renewing the wards took a lot of energy,” the lord spoke once Jack finally finished his cocoa and his hands were no longer trembling.

“I wasn’t hungry, what with the giants still being as close as they are,” Jack shrugged, setting the cup aside.

“You don’t need to worry about them, they’ve been taken care of,” Hiccup grinned, revealing two sharp fangs. In an instant, the lord was across the cabin and in Jack’s space, a rough thumb trailing down the sharp lines of his cheek causing eyes blue eyes to flutter shut. “After all, my pretty little gem, the prized piece of my hoard, is on this gods’ forsaken piece of garbage and I wouldn’t want any harm to come to him now. Even if he won’t allow me to rain fire down on the pathetic excuses for fleshbags that tossed aside such a precious treasure.”

“Hiccup, no. They tried to sacrifice me once, but they won’t be able to again.”

“You’re right. They can’t, after all, dragons only accept virgin sacrifice and you far from qualify anymore,” Hiccup smirked.

“And who’s fault is that?” Jack glared up into eager green eyes with no effect. The red flush that spread from his face down his neck only made those vivid eyes darken as dark black plates appeared a crossed the lord’s cheeks. “Damn horny dragon.”

Hiccup sealed the distance between their lips, ravishing the white-haired man’s mouth and thoroughly exploring the moist cavern with his tongue, only pulling away when air became an issue. “Just for you, my pretty little gem, just for you.”

Not sure if i got this across correctly, but the world I envisioned is like a combination of D&D with its fantasy elements, RWBY with the dark creatures running about and the need for Guilds and hunters to keep the people protected, and Fullmetal Alchemist..

This also stems from the fact that dragons have hoards and Jackson is a precious gem that needs to be loved and draped with the finest of things because his dragon won’t see him in anything less than the best. If his gem wants to learn magic from the best Guild out there, Hiccup will make it happen damnit, even if they don’t realize he’s one of the creatures they’re supposed to be hunting down. But hey, it’s not his fault the fleshbags haven’t figured out dragons can do more than breath fire.

#Guilds #Dark Creatures #Magic #SilverlySilence's Fanfics #Fanfic #Hiccup Haddock #HiJack #Dragon!Hiccup #Jackson Overland #Jack Frost

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Call Down the Hawk by Maggie Stiefvater

Synopsis:

The dreamers walk among us . . . and so do the dreamed. Those who dream cannot stop dreaming – they can only try to control it. Those who are dreamed cannot have their own lives – they will sleep forever if their dreamers die. And then there are those who are drawn to the dreamers. To use them. To trap them. To kill them before their dreams destroy us all. Ronan Lynch is a dreamer. He can pull both curiosities and catastrophes out of his dreams and into his compromised reality. Jordan Hennessy is a thief. The closer she comes to the dream object she is after, the more inextricably she becomes tied to it. Carmen Farooq-Lane is a hunter. Her brother was a dreamer . . . and a killer. She has seen what dreaming can do to a person. And she has seen the damage that dreamers can do. But that is nothing compared to the destruction that is about to be unleashed. . . .

Review (Spoilers Included):

I’ve read a fair amount of spin off series from other authors and they never lived up to the original or felt like a good book by itself but let me tell you, Call Down the Hawk is a magnificent piece of art. It was such a good book and I had so much fun reading it.

Now, I’m not gonna lie and say I wasn’t nervous about this book and the series. I was pretty nervous. I didn’t know how Maggie Stiefvater would present the characters, Ronan and Adam, in this book because we know who they are from TRC but they’ve grown and changed so how would they look like and feel like? Also, knowing the fact that you can read CDTH without reading TRC terrified me because how would Maggie Stiefvater present these characters to people who’ve never read about them and their character development/arc before. It was all so scary because I want people who don’t know Ronan and Adam, to love them as well.

Anyways, for Ronan (because we got more of him), I had nothing to worry about because in his roots, he is still the same character we know, but he’s grown since TRC even more, and I loved that. He doesn’t stay as a stagnant character. He has new fears, goals, and a life really. I just love the continuing character development. It resonates with me so much in the way he sees things and how his thought process is shifting just a bit. Again, he’s still the same character in his roots, but we’re seeing more and more layers of him now that this is his book series.

One thing that surprised me was that Adam did not have a perspective in this book. I had read the first eight chapters in the summer and I thought he would have a bigger role in this book. He did not. I’m not mad at the fact that he barely appears, I’m just surprised. I would’ve liked to get more of him, especially because in the chapter where he first arrives and The Crying Club and Ronan are playing cards, Ronan finds out that Adam has created this lie of what his past was. I was wanting and waiting to delve more into that. Also, I was getting ready to love The Crying Club and we barely got anything from them.

I love Jordan and Hennessy so much. They are the bad ass girls I’ve been waiting for. That scene where the guys break into their homes and the girls beat the shit out them, made me fall in love with them. I will say though, this chapter had me whiplashed because there’s 10 Hennessys?????? I was confused to the max. It took me a while to grasp what they were and when I understood, boy, did I have the breath knocked out of me. It’s hard for me to choose which character I like more: Jordan or Hennessy? Because they aren’t the same character. I think they both stand equally with each other as compelling characters (also to Ronan). They have their own flaws and personalities, and I just really love them both so much.

I’m just gonna say this first before we get to other things: Carmen Farooq-Lane’s chapters were my least favorite. I enjoyed them, but I didn’t really care for them. We don’t get to know her on the more complex levels as we do with Ronan and Hennessy, and it made me not love her as much. There are tiny tidbits of her that we do get which added to her character but I still didn’t care. Hopefully in the future two books, her character gets more intriguing.

DECLAN LYNCH, my friends. Declan motherfreaking Lynch. Tell me why I have such an enormous crush on this boy now. Please tell me. I just.. He’s one of my favorite characters now and I love him and I would protect him with my everything. I initially was excited to read about him more before CDTH came out but it still surprised me how much I liked him. He is portrayed soooo differently in TRB, but in TRK, we start to see the Declan that we see in this book. God, I love him. It’s so hard to explain why. I think it’s because we see what he’s sacrificed for his family and why he was the way he was in TRC. I don’t know, dude. He’s just a gem now.

JORDAN AND DECLAN ARE ONE OF MY NEW FAVORITE OTP. I lived for every fucking moment they had together. From the second they met, I was digging it. I don’t know how Maggie Stiefvater manages to make insta-love soooo good. She did a great job with Maura and the Grey Man, and she did a fantastic job here with Jordan and Declan. I would die for them. I love how slowly they’re uncovering each other’s secrets and getting to know one another and making such smart remarks at each other and it’s so cute and so good.

Ronan and Adam though? Broke my goddamn heart. The two scenes they have together made me cry and feel all the emotions. Their little Latin saying to each other makes me cry every time they say it. OH MY GOD, IT HURTS. THEY HURT MY HEART. But that scene where Ronan sees Adam for the first time and says to God, “please.” THAT SCENE KILLED ME. THAT WORD KILLED ME. Holy nuggets, they make me emotional. Their scenes were just so good and heartbreaking.

The entirety of this book had me shook to the core. The copies of Niall Lynch and Aurora? Literally, what the fuck? It creeped me out but it was so bizarre and sad and it was wild. Also, Aurora isn’t Declan’s mom??? I need to know more about this and more about the Lynch family. It’s bugging me that I don’t know. AND MATTHEW FOUND OUT HE WAS A DREAM? Broke my fucking heart. There was so much that happened that it’s fucking hard to recap everything.

The small mentions of the Gangsey and the events of TRC was something I loved a lot. I miss those characters and that story so much, and getting a taste of them in this book was so relieving and made me so happy yet sad. The mention of an old forest that Ronan had made before Lindenmere broke my heart because if you read TRK, you would know. Even lines from CDTH that sounded the slightest bit like a line from TRC got me tearing up.

That ending though, had me at the edge of my seat! I loved that scene where Dreamer-hunters find Hennessy and Ronan and Bryde comes out and Ronan and Hennessy whip out their fucking majestical swords. It was AMAZING. I need to see some fanart of that because it would please my eyes so much. But they literally just hop on a goddamn hoverboard and fly away. How dare that be the end? I NEED MORE.

The “villains” of this story are hard to pinpoint and it’s hard to know how dangerous they are and what they’re capable of. I don’t even know what the heck The Lace is, but I feel like it alludes a lot to something less magical and something more realistic. The dream-hunters (it’s been a day since reading it and I already forgot what they were called) don’t seem that serious or powerful, in my opinion because we didn’t see what they were capable of besides beating the shit out of people. Also, the whole copies of Niall Lynch and Aurora, I don’t know if they’re bad. There’s just so much that is confusing me.

Overall, I loved this book. It was fun, thrilling, mysterious, heartbreaking, funny, romantic, and so so magical. I would highly recommend reading The Raven Cycle before CDTH, but it’s your choice. Call Down the Hawk was amazing and I can’t wait for next book to come out. I know The Dreamer Trilogy is gonna be a favorite right after The Raven Cycle. 4.5/5 stars!

#call down the hawk #the raven cycle #the dreamer trilogy #ronan lynch #jordan hennessy #carmen farooq lane #declan lynch #matthew lynch #adam parrish #books #book review #book spoilers #maggie stiefvater

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Historia’s pregnancy and ending the cycle

The deeper we get into this story, the more convinced I grow that Historia’s pregnancy is not a fake one. However, there is no way in hell that Eren is the father. I do however believe farmer-kun being the father is the perfect way to help convey the symbol of what is going on and why Eren has gone to such extremes. Understand I am not unbiased, I do not claim to be, I am simply putting this in the terms I believe to be most accurate and closest to what Isyama is trying to communicate to us.

First let’s start with Eren. Extreme freedom, to the point of consequences be damned. His moral greyity right there, we’ll come back later and address more of his motives the meta writing community prefers to ignore to take every chance they can to shit on Eren as they would any character they don’t like, before turning around to stan Marley or kiss some other morally gray character’s ass.

Marley is obviously extreme control, but they are hardly the first. Let’s be clear, the only reason it isn’t still the Fritz family that is the personification of extreme control is because they where dethroned from their vice grip on humanity behind the walls, where the ends justified the means of keeping them in power for their righteous judgement to be inflicted on their slaves (their word, not mine). Marley now represents extreme control because of Nazi parallels, that is enough said there, a point that has been talked to death and has no more to do with this meta than to set the scene.

Now let’s get onto my favorite one, and probably my most controversial hot take of the meta, Paradise represents extreme peace. In order to preserve the peace and enter the world stage peacefully, Paradise elected the best chance was to continue a centuries old practice of violence by breeding the royals like cattle and passing the titan shifting powers around like dung so they could hold the rumbling over the world’s head. They also went as far as to start reenacting the same policies they rebelled against in hiding information, degrading non-eldians, and pretending their peace of control and the cycle of violence that creates it was indeed peace.

In all essence, the core value of this meta, if violence berates violence, peace enables already existing violence to continue on and make those who permittee and perpetrate it even stronger oppressors. Look no longer than the illustirous legacy of the Fritz family.

Any of them could have ended the age of the titans and picked a way to find ways to peacefully repair their relations with the world, however, they chose the route that allowed them to keep their power over their slave bloods, aka the commons and non-royals of Eldia. This is painfully clear in the Fritz family, especially Karl Fritz, who likely realized he would have been lynched had he banished the power of the titans, and his family likely slaughtered for their treatment of Eldians and all other races, so instead Great Titan war and this mess.

No matter how you look at it, the major antagonist of aot is the world created by the first King Fritz, therefore the cycle that must end is the titans. That tells me the pregnancy must be real, with farmer-kun as the father for the following reasons.

One, farmer-kun is a nameless person, another kog in the cycle of the Fritz family’s violence. He helped fertilize a future titan holder for the titans and too continue the circle of violence. Anyone who opposes this plan is quite clearly not peaceful, let’s remember that.

Second, the baby itself represents the cycle. So how they are born into the world will determine how this story ends. The cycle will either continue or end, that is for sure. Bad ending, the baby is never born because the world is destroyed by the rumbling killing all humans, unlikely, the baby is born into the world of titans, Eren and Ymir Fritz are stopped, this “peace” continues and the cycle of violence it protects does too, it never ends, another bad ending, possible, the baby is born into a world with no titans, best possible ending as the baby grows in a generation that is now working to change the stigma around eldians now that they no longer have titan powers. Best possible ending, but Eren definitely did many horrible things to get there. However, this is not a cycle that can be broken by peace, this is a cycle that must end with a violence to force it to end.

All of this likely had to happen, because unfortunately, at the end of the day, peace never brings about genuine change as the manga has so clearly proved many times over. Sadly, the only thing that has truly brought about meaningful change in the world, is violence, as peace only enables current violence to continue.

#my meta #snk meta #hot take #controversy #a sublime message #peace is dangerous #sadly it seems most of the fandom ignores this #and wants a black and white ending #which makes no sense in what is supposed to be a morally gray manga #but i guess moral grayity only applies to people not named eren yeager

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Kansas City Chiefs: Super Bowl LIV Champions

LEN DAWSON FORMER CHIEF, HALL OF FAMER

“The excitement you’ve brought to this city reminds me of that magical season when we won the Super Bowl 50 years ago. It’s now your turn to bring the trophy home.” — Dawson, the Chiefs’ Super Bowl IV MVP and Hall of Famer, via KMBC-TV in a message to this year’s team

GEORGE BRETT ROYALS LEGEND, HALL OF FAMER

When we called him, he was running home to pick up his iPad so he could watch Chiefs highlights at the gym. “Well, what DON’T you like about the Chiefs? I watched the Chiefs’ comeback against the Texans the other day. Then I went home and I watched the Royals’ comeback in Game 4 (against the Astros in the 2015 American League playoffs). I’m going, how could this happen? To the same city, against the same city?”

MELISSA ETHERIDGE SINGER-SONGWRITER

This rock icon from Leavenworth has sung the national anthem at Arrowhead. How many people can say that?: “Last Sunday (Jan. 12, vs. Houston), when (Daniel) Sorensen made that tackle on the fake punt, my eyes welled up with tears because I felt it: that heart, that soul, that, ‘We are doing this for KC’ feel. It’s hard to describe, but it’s why I have been a fan since the 1970 Super Bowl.”

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#MyChiefsLove DAVID KOECHNER ACTOR, COMEDIAN

Koechner, a native of Tipton, Missouri, who attended Mizzou, has an allegiance to the Chiefs that goes back to Christmas 1971 and their double-overtime playoff loss to the Dolphins. “Which we all know didn’t turn out right. Because the Dolphins cheated. A lot of people don’t know that,” he said with a laugh during a recent Facebook Live session with The Star. Count him among those enamored with this season’s team: “Wow, it just keeps getting better. You know, we had that little hitch in the middle of the season, but that’s the right time to have it. … You can’t help but think we’re in great shape.”

TECH N9NE RAPPER, ENTREPRENEUR

The rapper, producer and entrepreneur who’s still based in Kansas City, and whose lyrics often include nods to the city or things related to the region says, “What I love about our players is they are FEARLESS! Executing plays as if it were their very last game on Earth ... at least it feels that way to me!”

WENDY GUILLIES PRESIDENT/CEO, KAUFFMAN FOUNDATION

“In so many ways, this team reminds me of the 2015 Royals. It feels like their time — they have a will that’s undeniable and they find ways to win. They are quintessential Kansas City: full of heart.”

NED YOST FORMER ROYALS MANAGER

“I’m sitting here in Georgia, but Andy Reid is my coach, Patrick Mahomes is my quarterback, (Travis) Kelce’s my tight end.” He says this season’s Chiefs are like the 2015 World Series champion Royals because of how close they came the season before: “The experience gained is invaluable. And now that they’ve been there, they understand what it’s like. And once you get a little taste of it, it’s like a mountain lion with blood: Once you get a little taste, nothing’s going to stop you.”

BOBBY BELL FORMER CHIEF, HALL OF FAMER

Bell, the first Chiefs player to be inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame, helped the club to a pair of Super Bowls, including their victory 50 years ago in Super Bowl IV. “What I love is they’re winning games, big games. ... They’ve got a lot of character. We haven’t seen anything like this in how many years?”

DONNA MAIZE KCFD CHIEF

“Besides that exuberant feeling of community you get walking into Arrowhead Stadium on game day, what I really love about the Kansas City Chiefs is the excellent teamwork utilizing everyone’s strengths to achieve a common goal, which embodies what KCFD excels at each and every day.”

ALBERT PUJOLS MLB ALL-STAR

Pujols, the three-time National League Most Valuable Player and two-time World Series champion who played high school baseball at Fort Osage in Independence, said: “I love the determination from their core of young players and veterans. It seems like they only became hungrier after last year’s AFC Championship Game.”

BILL SELF KU HOOPS COACH

“I think they’re ... what did they call the Rams back in the day? The Greatest Show on Turf? And this may be the Greatest Show on Grass. I’m just amazed with how many weapons and how fast ... it doesn’t matter who you put out there, it seems like they can all make people miss, and then you’ve got the most talented guy in the league orchestrating it all. I think they’re so fun to watch. But not being a football expert, I think defensively is where we’ve gotten so much better. ... We’re flying around, and even if people score points, the defense has to feel good that, ‘Hey, if we only give up 21, it’s going to be a good day for us.’”

TOM WATSON GOLF LEGEND

The winner of eight major golf tournaments, including two Masters championships, is a lifelong Chiefs fan who wants to see them “make amends for Super Bowl I against Green Bay. I love the intensity and fun with which they play. To see their joy and passion in playing a game. You can see it in how the team plays, how the players respond to each other ... that’s what I love about the Chiefs.”

TRAI BYERS ACTOR

Star of the TV drama Empire and the movie Selma and native of Kansas City, Kansas: “The grit, the fight and the next-man-up mentality is exactly how we ended up here! And EXACTLY why the road to the Super Bowl goes through the world’s loudest stadium with the world’s best fans. LETS GO CHIEFS.”

ROGER MARSHALL U.S. REPRESENTATIVE, R-KANSAS

“They’re just so exciting. I mean, I’ve got to tell you, in my conversation with the President — we had an hour together — I bet we spent 10 minutes talking about the Chiefs and just what an exciting game that (win over Houston) was. You know, I’ve got a buddy there in Kansas City, a pledge brother, we’ve been waiting now for 50 years to go to a Super Bowl. I grew up with Len Dawson and Otis Taylor and Jim Lynch and Willie Lanier and Bobby Bell and Ed Podolak. We watched some great teams and so we’ve been waiting anxiously for this team.”

ROB RIGGLE ACTOR, COMEDIAN

Riggle, who attended Shawnee Mission South High and KU, has been obsessive for as long as he can remember about the Chiefs and Royals, once telling The Star that their fates and his are entwined. “I love this year’s team,” he said in a recent Facebook Live session with The Star. He said Patrick Mahomes changes everything. “I definitely think he creates things. Not only like a broken play, but whatever he sees out there, he’s always making it up. A lot of it, you have a plan, but the defense has a vote in that plan. A lot of times it gets screwed up, and so you have to adjust. And he is one of the best at adjusting on the fly, and he’s got all the physical skills to make that happen. Yeah, I’d say he’s an improv genius.”

TONY GONZALEZ FORMER CHIEF, HALL OF FAMER

Gonzalez, the NFL’s most prolific receiving tight end ever and 2019 inductee into the Pro Football Hall of Fame, spent 1997-2008 with the Chiefs. “With Patrick Mahomes, I love the ad-libs,” said Gonzalez, now an NFL studio analyst for Fox. “The magic in anything is in the ad-libs. When there’s a breakdown and things go awry, that’s what gets us out of our seats. When the pocket breaks down, guys get open, Tyreek Hill over the top, it’s so much fun to watch.”

CLAIRE MCCASKILL FORMER SENATOR, NOW TV ANALYST

The former Democratic senator from Missouri puts it like this: “Well, how can anyone not love this team? Last week showed the country why the Kingdom is having so much fun. And while Mahomes is breathtaking, Reid’s creativity and a much-improved defense is our ticket to Miami.”

KEVIN HARLAN VETERAN BROADCASTER

A resident of Mission Hills, Kansas, Harlan punctuated his calls with his trademark “Oh, baby, what a play!’’ as radio voice of the Chiefs from 1985-93. He’s now an NFL play-by-play man for CBS Sports. “What I like about the Chiefs is how they continue to compete every season,” Harlan said. “That is such a difficult thing to do in the NFL. … I love how they’re continually good, because we know that for so many years, there wasn’t hope and the level of their play was not close to this. Every year now, they’re always in the conversation, and that’s what I like best.”

HEIDI GARDNER ‘SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE’

Says the SNL star and Kansas City native: “What I love about the Chiefs is they’ve got each other’s backs always. On the field and off the field, they’re brothers. They’re all accountable and step up when called. It’s not offense, defense, coaches, all separate. It’s one big family. And I love that.”

JOE CARTER FORMER MAJOR-LEAGUER

Carter, who hit the walk-off home run that won the 1993 World Series for the Toronto Blue Jays, has made his home in Leawood since the end of his baseball career. “I see 53 guys having fun who love one another. It’s a big family, and that makes it fun to come to work. It starts with Coach Reid and goes to Mahomes and goes down. When you’ve got a special guy like Mahomes leading the charge … you’re going to be happy for the next 15 to 20 years.”

MITCH HOLTHUS VOICE OF THE CHIEFS

“Resiliency,” said Holthus, radio voice of the Chiefs since 1994. “They embody the spirit of what makes up the people of the Chiefs Kingdom. They reflect this region. Hard-working. Tough. On task. Take nothing for granted. They’re a neat group.”

KATHY NELSON KANSAS CITY SPORTS COMMISSION

Says the president and CEO of the Kansas City Sports Commission (and championship team parade planner): “There is so much energy and excitement around the city! Driving home at night has become an emotional high to see so many buildings lit up in red. And wearing red every day of the week has become an anticipated challenge. How can you not love these guys? Sundays can’t come soon enough right now. It’s becoming easier to visualize and plan another parade, this time in red.”

CARL PETERSON FORMER CHIEFS GM

Peterson, the Chiefs’ president and general manager from 1989 to 2008, revived a struggling and stagnant franchise by turning the team into an annual playoff contender and creating the frenzy in the parking lots and seats that continues today at Arrowhead. “I love their never-say-die attitude. They never think they’re out of a game and have proven it a number of times, and the Houston game proved it big-time. A great deal has to start with the quarterback. He’s exceptional.”

PAT WARREN KANSAS SPEEDWAY

Warren is president of a track that plays host to a NASCAR playoff race every year, so he knows something about postseason pressure. “This team has a confidence in itself unlike anything I’ve seen in professional sports. They always believe they can win. It’s a culture that exists in a team, and it’s a culture that breeds winning and is cool to see. When they were down 24-0 (vs. Houston), the attitude was not defeatist. It was, ‘How are we going to get back in this thing?’”

RICK SUTCLIFFE FORMER MAJOR-LEAGUER

Sutcliffe, of Independence, was the National League Cy Young Award-winner in 1984 with the Chicago Cubs. He attended Chiefs games with his grandfather and has established relationships with Patrick Mahomes and Travis Kelce. “I love them more as people than even as players,” Sutcliffe said. “That’s so important to a community. That’s the reason you see so much red in Kansas City. You fall in love with them even more once you get to meet them.”

QUINTON LUCAS MAYOR OF KCMO

Weeks after his inauguration last year, “Q” stood atop City Hall and envisioned a championship parade for the team he has cherished forever: “What’s not to love about this team? I mean, you look at the excitement, the happiness they have to be around each other, the fact that they have a young quarterback who can come back from 24 down. … This is the sort of thing you want to follow. It’s infectious. There’s joy every day. They hang out together. They care about Kansas City.”

DICK VERMEIL FORMER CHIEFS COACH

The former Eagles, Rams and Chiefs coach who keeps as busy as ever with his Vermeil Wines operation in California, still follows the Chiefs closely and loves this group for several reasons. His email on the topic: “# 1, I love the coaching job Andy (Reid) & his staff have done! #2, I love how they get the ball down field in the passing game. # 3: I love the improvement in the defense coordinated by Steve (Spagnuolo) & staff! Go Chiefs!”

KEVIN WILLMOTT WRITER, KU PROFESSOR

Kevin Willmott, a professor of film and media studies at the University of Kansas who won an Oscar for co-writing “BlacKkKlansman”: “Have been a fan since fifth grade when I got a Chiefs vs. Vikings electric football game of their Super Bowl win for Christmas. Exciting time for Kansas City.”

TRENT GREEN FORMER CHIEFS QB

Green, the Chiefs quarterback during 2001-06, now serves as the club’s preseason television analyst and is a commentator for CBS television and radio. “The excitement they bring is infectious. The offense has been that way for a couple of years, but the defense has brought a lot of energy. The additions of Frank Clark and Tyrann Mathieu … there’s a whole new attitude on that side of the ball.”

DAYTON MOORE KC ROYALS GM

“I mean, I’m a fan like everybody else and like to see action on the field and athletes playing against one another. But from my viewpoint across the street, I think it begins and ends with the great leadership that they have in their organization. That speaks to the consistency, and that’s what I admire about it. Regardless of what happens going forward — because what happens on the field, as we all know, is very unpredictable at the professional level — the steady, quality leadership is something that I notice and pay attention to.”

LIDIA BASTIANICH CHEF, AUTHOR

The proprietor of Lidia’s Kansas City says: “The Chiefs are amazing to watch and cheer for. It is extraordinary how the team energized the city and makes Kansas City rally together. The comeback by Patrick Mahomes (against Houston in the Chiefs’ playoff opener) shows that if you put your mind to something, you can do anything. I am so proud that Lidia’s is a part of Kansas City’s fiber and a cheerleader for the longstanding tradition of the Chiefs.”

BILL HANCOCK COLLEGE FOOTBALL PLAYOFF DIRECTOR

Says Hancock, who calls Prairie Village, Kansas, home: “What I love the most is the balance between the offense and the defense. They are very good on both sides of the ball, and I always enjoy that in a football team. You don’t see it very often.”

JAN STENERUD FORMER CHIEF, HALL OF FAMER

Stenerud, the first pure kicker inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame, made all three of his field-goal attempts in the Chiefs’ victory over Minnesota in Super Bowl IV. “In addition to their tremendous talent is the impression I have of the whole team, that they’re nice young men. I like the way they represent the organization. Every time you see someone interviewed, I’m impressed with the way they handle themselves. I’m proud of them.”

CHRIS GOODE FOUNDER/OWNER OF RUBY JEAN’S JUICERY

“As a lifelong Kansas Citian, the biggest change I’ve seen is the depth of camaraderie the players have amongst each other. There’s this sense of family that we have in Kansas City and I believe the Hunt family, along with coach Andy Reid, have found a nucleus of guys that not only mesh on the field, but off as well. You can see them genuinely supporting each other’s community endeavors and lifting each other up when there’s a dropped ball, or when we’re down. That energy is reflective of what is so special about Kansas City and makes me admire this Chiefs squad. It reinforces the sense of pride I feel to call KC home.”

VLATKO ANDONOVSKI U.S. WOMEN’S NATIONAL TEAM SOCCER COACH

“The excitement around the Chiefs in Kansas City is just awesome. We have a great community feeling in Kansas City and the Chiefs bring everyone even closer together, so for them to be having such a successful season is fun for everyone. I really love how entertaining they are and how they play aggressively, creative and fast. Coach Reid, the assistant coaches and all the players have done a great job and I appreciate how much they want to win for the fans. I know they can get to the Super Bowl and bring a championship back to Kansas City.”

KAY BARNES FORMER KCMO MAYOR

“Remembering the Chiefs’ Super Bowl win 50 years ago, I’m just as excited today about the Chiefs hopefully winning again.”

JOE POSNANSKI AUTHOR, FORMER KC STAR COLUMNIST

“There are so many things to love about these Chiefs, but I think you have to start with Patrick Mahomes. How can you not? What a joyous presence. What a fantastic player. But even that doesn’t quite cover it. I was in Kansas City for so many Chiefs heartbreaks. And the thing that stood out was that the Chiefs simply couldn’t find their own quarterback. Trent Green was a fine player, but he had bounced around for a few years. Elvis Grbac — we all remember that. Rich Gannon came and went. Joe Montana stopped by for a time after already becoming a legend. You couldn’t help but wonder: When would the Chiefs ever have another quarterback who owned the town the way Len Dawson did? And this kid came along and he played fearlessly and the Chiefs are back in the Super Bowl. He’s the screensaver on our oldest daughter’s phone. I don’t know what else you need to say.”

GEORGE TOMA GROUNDSKEEPING GURU

The Nitty Gritty Dirt Man has served as a groundskeeper for all 53 Super Bowls, and No. 54 falls on Feb. 2, his 91st birthday. The longtime groundskeeper for the Chiefs and Royals was selected as head groundskeeper for Super Bowl I after then-NFL commissioner Pete Rozelle admired the pristine green grass at KC’s old Municipal Stadium. “This team has a hell of a coach in Andy Reid. I took care of his practice fields in Jacksonville for the Super Bowl when he was the Eagles’ coach, and he was so gracious and I think the world of him.”

CHRISTIAN OKOYE FORMER CHIEF

The Nigerian Nightmare led the NFL in rushing with 1,480 yards in 1989, when the Chiefs’ offense was built on a power-run game. “We were exciting when I played, but it’s totally different now with Mahomes and how he plays,” said Okoye, who runs the California Sports Hall of Fame, which he founded in Ontario. “What I love about them is not giving up. When they were 24 down, and fans were going home, I looked at the players, and they didn’t flinch. I saw Mahomes talking to his teammates, and I told the people I was with, ‘We’re going to win this game.’”

JASON KANDER FORMER MISSOURI SEC. OF STATE

“Like the ’14/’15 Royals, this team feels truly connected to the community and they help people around the world learn more about this awesome town. Plus, watching the Chiefs win takes me back to my childhood growing up in the ’90s. I can almost taste the Velveeta queso.”

MATT BESLER PRO SOCCER STAR

Besler, a Sporting KC and U.S. National Team veteran who attended Blue Valley West High, says this: “Watching the win against Houston as an athlete, with seven of my teammates, I couldn’t help but notice two things in particular about this special Chiefs team. The first was the tremendous enjoyment that every Chiefs player displays on the field. We saw firsthand the passion they have for the sport, the passion they have to compete and the passion they have to represent Kansas City and its amazing fans. The second thing that stood out to me: confidence. They’ve shown it all season long. No matter who they play, where they play or what the score is, this Chiefs team believes it can win. They’re not afraid of anyone.”

HARRIS FAULKNER TELEVISION NEWS ANCHOR

Faulkner, anchor of Fox News Channel’s “Outnumbered Overtime,” spent 1992-2000 as a news anchor at WDAF-TV (Ch. 4) in Kansas City. “Loving the Kansas City Chiefs is first driven by my fascination with sports. ... There are a lot of NFL superstars out there but, through the 50 years leading up to this moment, Kansas City players have carried a banner of passion and talent that fans can be proud of. Glad to count myself among those loving fans this Super Bowl Sunday — GO CHIEFS!”

DAVID COOK MUSICIAN, AMERICAN IDOL WINNER

David Cook has worn, and continues to wear, many hats: musician, American Idol winner. Broadway star. Blue Springs native. And unabashed fan of the Kansas City Chiefs. “I love this team’s resiliency and focus. They remind me of the vibe surrounding the 2015 Royals. No deficit feels too large, and no moment too big.”

WILL SHIELDS FORMER CHIEF, HALL OF FAMER

Shields, the Pro Football Hall of Fame guard, has started more games, 223, than anyone in Chiefs history: “The simple fact is they’re putting up big numbers, they’re winning games, and are electric in what they do. They give you that optimism of saying, ‘We have a chance to get to and win a Super Bowl.’’’

DAVID DASTMALCHIAN ACTOR

Overland Park native and co-star in the Ant-Man movies, Blade Runner 2049 and next year’s The Suicide Squad, which is now filming: “I’ve never thrown a Super Bowl Party before. I’m having preposterous amounts of KC BBQ shipped to an undisclosed location where I’m working on an undisclosed film with a handful of undisclosed individuals. A couple are 49er fans, so they won’t be getting any of my BBQ.”

WILLIE LANIER FORMER CHIEF, HALL OF FAMER

“All of the games that you’ve participated in in your life start trying to give you some answers to an illogical situation,” said the ever-analytical Lanier, an anchor of the Chiefs’ 1969 Super Bowl champion team and Hall of Famer who went on to a distinguished business career. When the Chiefs found themselves in a 24-0 hole against Houston, Lanier considered their plight to be “aberrations of the moment” as he waited to see what it would lead to. The result was testimony to experience and a group dynamic he considers essential in a championship team, like the trust and accountability that buoyed those 1969 Chiefs.

JEFF KRUM PRESIDENT OF BOULEVARD BREWING CO.

“No longer just one-dimensional, this team — like a fine beer — is beautifully balanced. With their spirit, energy and integrity, these Chiefs are easy to cheer for, and we’re proud to have them represent our city.”

BILL SNYDER FORMER K-STATE FOOTBALL COACH

The Wildcats’ coaching legend and College Football Hall of Famer knows the game better than just about anyone else, but the things he’s most struck by in watching these Chiefs start with their MVP quarterback: “Like most, I’m impressed with Patrick and Andy, but I’m also so very impressed with how well their offensive line protects the quarterback and the improvement of the defense. Above all, I appreciate the continuity and teamwork of both players and staff. No true weak links.”

EMANUEL CLEAVER U.S. REPRESENTATIVE, D-MISSOURI

The KC congressman said his three favorite things about this year’s Chiefs team are: “Mahomes’ chemistry with the Legion of Zoom; the luncheons held by our pass-rushers in opponents’ backfields every week; and Mathieu taking the defense to another level and demonstrating his superior football IQ.”

JOSH HAWLEY U.S. SENATOR, R-MISSOURI

“One thing that comes immediately to mind is I just love the creativity and almost the joyful and kind of childlike joy the team plays with. I think Mahomes really sets the tone for that. ... It just reminds me of the best parts of Little League. The sense that you’re out there, you’re loving the game, it’s so much fun. … I don’t want to be quoted as saying I’m comparing Mahomes to a Little League ballplayer, but in just the love of it. It’s just so fun.”

JONATHAN JUSTUS CHEF

Executive chef/owner of the former Justus Drugstore and Black Dirt and future executive chef/owner of Justus Drugstore 2.0. “These guys, at the end of the day, are looking you down, and smiling while licking the barbecue sauce off of their fingers and sayin’ ‘Who’s next?’”

JEAN PETERS BAKER JACKSON COUNTY PROSECUTOR

“The Chiefs stadium is truly a Kansas City experience. It’s not about the coach, any player, or the fans. It’s about the moment. The minutes before the kickoff when we collectively embrace the palpable energy and an unwavering belief that we cannot lose. It’s exciting, unifying, and a little bit scary in a blur of red. But win or lose, it’s our team, our town and our pride.”

KELLY COLE PRESIDENT AND CEO OF HALLS

“This team loves their fans as much as we love them. They are great supporters of Halls, and we appreciate them.”

PAT ROBERTS U.S. SENATOR, R-KANSAS

The senator said his favorite things about this year’s Chiefs team are: “They are a team everybody can cheer for ... whether you’re from Missouri or Kansas, you are a Chiefs fan. It really brings the community together. The Chiefs have completely changed the game this season. With Patrick Mahomes using the no-look pass, the Chiefs have become the Golden State Warriors of the NFL. ... I love seeing my Wildcats find professional success, and No. 13, Byron Pringle, the wide receiver, is a K-State alum.”

MICHAEL MACCAMBRIDGE AUTHOR, HISTORIAN

“What’s so compelling about this year’s Chiefs is that it’s not only about the Magic Unicorn Quarterback and The Legion of Zoom. In 2019, the defense has a clear identity and personality as well, thanks in large part to the man with perhaps the most nicknames in the NFL, Tyrann ‘Honey Badger’ ‘T-5’ ‘Kingdom Landlord’ Mathieu. The road to the AFC Championship Game has been tougher this time around, but this team is more balanced, more battle-tested and more resilient than the Chiefs of 2018. Also, Patrick Mahomes is a year smarter and more experienced, and — this part hasn’t changed — remains more fun to watch than any athlete in the country.” MacCambridge attended the Barstow School and was editorial coordinator of the Chiefs’ Hall of Honor. His books include a biography of Lamar Hunt and “’69 Chiefs: A Team, a Season and the Birth of Modern Kansas City.”

GARY PINKEL FORMER MU FOOTBALL COACH

“There’s a lot of things (to love). … We were shooting ourselves in the foot about every way possible (against Houston) … (then) the leadership came through. When things got really, really tough, they weren’t yelling and screaming at each other. They were encouraging each other. … That’s how you get a chance to get out of it. … (And) when you’ve got Patrick Mahomes, you’re never out of a game. There’s a guy like that in New England.”

BILL JAMES AUTHOR, HISTORIAN, STATISTICIAN

The Holton, Kansas, native and KU alum says: “It is fun for us to be the team that has that guy that you just can’t stop, like Elway or Aaron Rodgers or Brady or whoever … it’s fun that now we have that guy. The thing I enjoy is the creativity of the offense. Andy Reid will always come up with something that you haven’t seen before, and before you can process what he has been doing, he moves on to doing something else entirely. I know that he is responding to something the defense has done, but that’s all over my head: It’s like watching a chess match. I’m thinking one step behind and they’re working two steps ahead. But it’s fun to watch.”

JEREMY DANNER 4 HANDS BREWING CO.

The on-premise specialist/brand ambassador for 4 Hands Brewing Co. enjoys watching the Chiefs achieve success and says he especially appreciates what QB Patrick Mahomes and longtime girlfriend Brittany Matthews do for our furry friends: “I’m a healthy level of obsessed with Patrick and Brittany’s dogs, Steel and Silver. As a pit bull owner and advocate myself, I think their dogs are gorgeous, but beyond that, I appreciate what they do to help them serve as ambassadors for pits and Cane Corsos. Their Instagram feed is super cute!”

CHASE MCANULTY FOUNDER/CEO, CHARLIE HUSTLE

“The best thing about these Chiefs is they represent who we are as a city. They share the same values we do as citizens and embody the heart and spirit this city thrives on. A true team on the field, led by the best organization off of it.”

MICHAEL SMITH CHEF

The chef/co-founder of Farina and Extra Virgin In The Crossroads says: “Patrick Mahomes always gives the Chiefs a chance to win a ballgame. Over the years they’ve never had THE quarterback that could score in a flash from anywhere on the field. There are only a handful of quarterbacks in the NFL who can flip a game and give the fans eternal hope that the team can come from behind and win a game. That feeling and belief will be with Chief fans for the next dozen years.”

GARY WOODLAND PRO GOLFER

The PGA Tour star and University of Kansas grad says: “I love the energy this team brings. Obviously starts with Andy Reid, which it feels like every player wants to play for. Then Mahomes controlling the sideline like a veteran and playing like he’s in the backyard with his buddies is awesome. All brought together with the attitude Mathieu has brought to the defense. It’s exciting to watch.”

DERRICK JOHNSON FORMER CHIEF

Johnson, the Chiefs’ career leader with 1,262 tackles from 2005-17: “I love the confidence they play with. I had some really good years here, but they have taken confidence to the next level. They’ve raised the bar, and the Super Bowl is right in their grasp and it could make their dreams come true.”

CLINT BOWYER NASCAR DRIVER

Bowyer, the NASCAR Cup star from Emporia, Kansas, attends games when they don’t conflict with his racing schedule and was in the stands for the playoff comeback win against Houston. “What do I love about the Chiefs? Here’s a simple answer: All of it. I love it all. I love what they’ve done for the city, what Arrowhead means as a fan, to be able to watch them go to battle every week. I love the quarterback, I love Andy Reid, how far the defense has come. And I love knowing you’re an elite group in the playoffs and knowing the team you root for is the team everyone in these playoffs are worried about.”

JACK SOCK PRO TENNIS STAR

Sock, a two-time Wimbledon and 2018 U.S. Open tennis doubles champion and four-time state champion at Blue Valley North, counts some Chiefs players as friends. “They feel like my NFL family. We have the best fans in the league. I’m all about the CHOP. What’s not to love?”

BUBBA STARLING ROYALS OUTFIELDER

The Gardner, Kansas, native was the No. 5 pick overall in the 2011 baseball draft after starring in both football and baseball at Gardner Edgerton High. “I think they’ve got the potential to go all the way. … I mean, I could see the Chiefs, the next however many years, getting to that point. But it’s like, it doesn’t happen very often, just being in the Super Bowl, and, gosh, that would be sweet to go cheer them on.” One more thing: Starling was picked in elementary school to get to wear the KC Wolf costume. “The most awesome thing I’ve ever done,” he said, laughing.

FRANK BOAL TV/RADIO BROADCASTER

“I’ve been covering this franchise since 1981, I’ve never seen anything quite like this team. They are on the verge of something special and no one deserves it more than the Hunt Family and the Chiefs Kingdom. As Patrick Mahomes said, ‘Let’s do something special.’ How about a ‘sea of red’ flowing through downtown in all of our February splendor?”

COLBY GARRELTS CHEF AND CO-OWNER OF BLUESTEM AND RYE

“The Kansas City Chiefs define our city’s culture by bringing friends and families together to share great food and great memories. When we go to the Super Bowl you will always know where you were and who you were with!”

CROSBY KEMPER III DIRECTOR OF THE INSTITUTE OF MUSEUM AND LIBRARY SCIENCES

The outgoing executive director of the Kansas City Public Library’s reason for loving the Chiefs is short and sweet: “Snatching victory from defeat.”

— Quotes collected by Randy Covitz, Derek Donovan, Pete Grathoff, Vahe Gregorian, Blair Kerkhoff, Allison Kite, Bryan Lowry, Sam Mellinger, Jesse Newell, Jon Niccum, Glenn E. Rice, Jeff Rosen, Joyce Smith and Lynn Worthy

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