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writingsofhubris · 6 months

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a new mercy a new grace

[AO3] Rating: E WC: 4.3k Tags: Falling In Love, Blood and Injury, Introspection, Hand Jobs, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Intimacy Fandom: The Outer Worlds Ship: Vicar max/OMC Disc: I sorta fell in love with another old man, my bad anyway, speculation into Max's thoughts as an unexpected man suddenly appeared in Max's life, offering him a hand and an escape.

He still remembered the year he received his first tossball stick. It had been a warm year, the bite in the air was stronger than it normally would be. Max had stayed inside as much as he could, unwilling to bite the acid that had combined to mix in their air.

Finding the respirators on a dead body has just been luck, and he still remembered the open, crazed eyes that had long turned cloudy. His parents could do with this bon, a small gift to help with the ghastly smells of the warehouse.

That was the first time Max had questioned what his role in this world was.

Would his eyes hold that same, glassy look? Would his life fall to a cold stillness, forgotten outside the strong walls he was born behind?

Max saw the dead eyes reflected in the people in his town. The metal rusted randomly, indicative of the holes of faith in those around him, proof of the plan continuing on with the monotony of the heavy falls of shoes against corrugated metal, lines as employees would clock in a few minutes earlier.

“Wouldn’t want to get that minute docked again. They stack with how many times you’ve been late, and wouldn’t you know, they don’t go away.” The words and regulations were familiar to Max. He’d long since learned what was to be expected of him.

When he would run his father an extra coat during the day, anything extra to protect him from the sparks of the welding equipment, Max could see the worn holes in the laborer's souls. Young as he was, Max could only see happiness in the pews of the order; when he could sit and listen to the whispers of those around him, he felt the answers he was searching for, just outside of his grasp.

He was fifteen, and already the corporations were eager to sink their claws into his soul. He'd have to sign a contract soon, if he would have any hope of life.

The vicar walked by in blue robes, sound in his steps. He was consoling someone over a concern they'd been mulling over. He recalled how bright his mother’s eyes sparkled in the night when she would return home after a hard day’s work.

“You must remember the Grand Architect knows what you are best suited for. You must trust in his teachings…” The ruined voice, too many years of acid in the air, rang between the steel walls of the commune. Max closed his eyes, and held tight to that voice that he’d grown so familiar with over his short life.

The architect… perhaps he’d find some truth there in the arms of the creator. Perhaps that joy that he saw in his mother’s eyes, the calm that his father held, would proliferate him in the order of scientific inquiry.

Perhaps his part of the Plan would at last be shown to him, given a taste of his part to play in the tapestry that was life.

It started in the pit of his stomach; crawling into his guts and staining his blood. Anger, sure and unmistakable. Rage that corroded worse than a Raptidon acid, the very marrow of his bones shook. And the edges of his vision held pink.

"If you pay enough bits, no one on the board is going to go looking. Anything you want…” Max tried to allow his mind to settle down, to ignore the words as he so often did. The despicable things that had been admitted to within these walls, how could he have been put here with these monsters? For daring to -

He cut that thought off. He wasn’t safe in this changing room, he wasn’t safe in his mind, by the law, he had to hold onto the Plan that had been predetermined. Everything was perfectly in place. Every action had a reaction, every time the pendulum swung, the balls would be thrown from one player to another.

Max didn’t realize the transition between locker room and field. He just felt the blood pumping through his veins, trying to evacuate his ire and rage. Max could feel that irritation, the heft of the tossball stick in his hands. The callouses over the months had well built up,. he could feel how well the tossball stick felt in his hands. The ball was caught in the little basket, his turn for focus as he discombobulated the others, avoiding his combatants’ attention until he had well and properly distracted those watching him. He was the only focus the other team could see; qnd in the slightest motion of his hand, he kept their attention whilst hiding the handoff of the ball.

By the time they’d scored, Maximillian had already fell into the feeling of catching a ball in the net of his stick.

When he felt the heft of his tossball stick suddenly digging into a mouth, a jaw that was now well demolished, Max almost stilled. This was right, this was the plan. The Architect knew what it was that he was here for, and the illicit discussions the man had been providing only made the bile threaten to leave his lips.

The net was red now, the edge of the hoop pressed against the man’s throat. He was nearly already dead.

Maximillian felt the shock of a stun baton, and he was down on the floor, the disgusting degenerate to be taken to medical bay, and Max once again punished. The plan was snapping him back to where he should be; what he should be doing.

His father’s eyes flashed through his memory. Calm, looking up from his work, meeting Max’s eyes. He found his peace in his work.

Why hadn’t Max?

They listened to him. Max found his flock, as unexpected as it was. Those incarcerated as he; a family was found in his teachings, teachings he had once poured his heart into. He had more than enough desire to impress that which he knew fully into these poor lost souls. Those who had turned their back to the plan once again listened to reason, understood what they were, who they were. They listened to his guidance, as that woman once had when he was a child. The men surrounding Max in this damnable place heard his voice radiating out from his cell. The guards simply ignored his words, allowing the message to drift from his bars to their helmets, and no further. No talk of escape, no radical preaching, Maximilian was helping their charges keep quiet, and manageable.

The Vicar helped them understand their transgressions against the architect, against the board. They repentant, and spoke with the guards about their wrongful transactions. Few found their way out of tartarus before their sentences were up. Perhaps they’d find solace when they left.

She’d been amicable to his message, at long last. Miss Holcomb seemed to find some sense of understanding, standing next to this stranger that was new not just to this land, but clearly more.

What a stranger he was; quiet and commanding. Strong, he looked like he would be able to help the vicar on his quest. He just hoped he’d see Miss Holcomb again, alive as opposed to dead.

He leant back in his chair, looking at the modest decorations he had gathered in the room. He could hear those in the church, praying to themselves about the Architect. Perhaps their roles would be changed, but they did not understand the momentous toll that would take on the rest of them. Perhaps there could be some form of upward movement for a few; moving to Byzantium perhaps, or if they were lucky, ascending up a business like a ladder. But it was unlikely, Max was well aware of that. Most of these people would smell saltuna, and have little else to refresh themselves with their entire lives. It was just the word of the Architect that could provide them with any kind of security.

He didn’t know what that security really felt like. He took on the concerns and fears of those living in this shithole, and held onto them instead. Those fears became his, and allowed each of the members of the community to find their work.

At least until he found that damn journal. Reginald was stupid, but he wasn't stupid enough to lie that blatantly. He was certain there was a book in that abandoned outpost, so long as someone could find it for him.

But the cold dead eyes that had attacked him before still rang behind his eyes. He didn't have the bits to purchase enough protection to keep him safe, he had to wait; hopefully for this very man.

Those cold, dead eyes looked up at him. Blood drifted from the tossball stick, the edge embedded into skull. He tugged the handle, and felt white matter spill into the basket at the end. He shook off the decayed brain to look up at his crewmates. Felix, his captain, both were alive and safe. Both were okay. This wasn’t the blow that would take them, the sudden uncertainty of this life that he was settling deeply into.

He felt useful; scripted in a way he'd been searching for. The scenes were unexpected, the settings Moreso.

A marauder was a maurder was a marauder. Max knew how to swing his tossball stick in just the rich arch to deal the most damage. Pulling the trigger to his rifle could pull forth jubilant cries, seeing the crazed bodies drop lent to success with celebrated, approved and looted, liqueurs.

Max trotted up to his captain, putting his stick back in its holder. That anger that had landed itself deep in his chest was at last freed in a constructive outlet. He’d always held his own in fights against his fellow man, but finally holding his own against creatures that long since relinquished their humanity was refreshing.

Viktor’s gaze met Max’s, and Max felt a small smile on his lips, hidden from view by the helmet.

“Think we’ll see a mantiqueen?” Felix’s jubilation was indicative of his bravery, his excitement… his naivety.

“By the law, I hope not.”

He jerked up from his bed. Taking a deep gasp of air, Max could hear the engines firing softing, ADA taking control of their course well enough.

Those damn eyes.

Cold, dead, crazed. The figure in his doorway shifted, leaning against the frame. His captain, standing and blocking out the light, dressed down in casual clothes. It didn’t stop the bulk of a bandage around his arm, a bullet graze that has caught them unawares. Scabbed-over broken lip, hair no longer smoothed back over his head.

“Max.”

“Captain.” He stepped into the bunk, and pressed the button to close his door again.

“Nyoka heard a shout.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll..”

“What’s wrong?” His captain was at the foot of his bed, sitting down and looking him in the eyes. Red eyes, irises still holding proof of his slumber.

“I’m alright, captain.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

"Are you accusing-”

“Yes I am. What’s wrong?” For not the first time, Max found himself quiet with the rage flaring in his chest.

Those red eyes, full of determination and promise, staring into his soul. "Tell me how to help, Vicar."

The rage flooded once again, and despite his age, he flung himself into the captain. Both bodies flew across the small room, a thump as hundreds of pounds of muscle hit the floor. The wrists he had in his hands struggled, trying to get free.

The captain stilled when he felt lips pushing against his, the Vicars teeth suddenly biting down on his lip. His moan stilled them both. Max didn't allow it to be for long, instead just shoving his hips down against Viktors. Lengths ground against each other, teeth painfully hit the others. Flares of pain ment nothing. Not the metal under Max's knees that ground against his patella, the strain of an old stab awakening, the sudden tight grip of the Captain's hand on his hip.

He realized he'd let go of that hand to grab at his Captain’s throat, keeping his face still.

That speed he so often forgot about from the Captain reared it's head at last. Max found himself turned over on the floor of his cabin, a leg hitched around his Captains hips, his hand on the Captains throat, and his hand now being pinned as his just was.

Viktor didn't need him to explain any further. Max could have deluded himself into thinking Viktor wasn't interested, if it wasn't for their hips, pressing and grinding together.

The hard metal ground into Max's shoulder blade, but he just pushed his hand harder against his captain's neck. Another moan from Viktor, and Max once again stole a kiss, his teeth grabbing the scabbed over cut, blood falling into Max's mouth.

Max felt absurdly empty, the passion ripping through him needing an escape. Viktor’s thrusts were hard and rhythmic, and Max ached for him to fulfill his role in this tryst, to allow Max to fully release the tension built inside, the anger that wanted to pour between them.

“By the law,” Max hissed out, his hand tightening on Viktors throat. He felt Viktors cock jump, only to grind deliciously hard against his body.

“If this is what you need, Vicar,” Viktor took a messy breath, hips stilling as his hand moved between them. “I expect you to ask, not attack.” Viktors hand slipped under his waistband, sealing his hand around Max's shaft. Max couldn't help his hips canting into the first touch from another human in years, couldn't help the spurt of cum that spilled when Viktors thumb brushed over the head of his cock. He ruined his underwear, tension draining from his body. Vik’s thrusts slowed, then stilled with his own groan. Viktor took his hand back, looking at the cum that clung to his digits. Without missing a moment, his tongue darted out to taste the bitter liquid.

“Fuck.” Max’s hand moved from Viktor’s throat, settling on his shoulder, allowing their breathing to normalize again.

Viktor’s fingers moved back to his own lips, but this time he felt the blood on his chin. Sitting back on his haunches, he used the hem of his shirt to dab at the blood, waiting for it to finish bleeding.

“Maybe we should go hunting together. Get the lay of the land, do some scouting together.” Another dab, and he was satisfied with how much his lip had slowed down bleeding.

“I’d like that, Captain.” Max’s eyes were locked onto the tip of his banner, the OSI logo glinting in the recirculated air.

The strong arm around Max's waist pulled him back into the bed. A deep voice reverberating against his back.

"Dreams?"

"Memories." A kiss from rough lips pressed to the nape of his neck.

The stars lit the room just enough; the lit planets threw hues over their bodies. Max turned around, looking into his captain's eyes. A wide hand moved to curl around his jaw, amazingly tilting his head only slightly into the comfort.

Max thought about how this was the happiness that his parents had chosen. They had fought through worse, they had fought though monsters of another type. He was the second generation born on these terraformed planets, long away from the life of his forefathers. Max and Viktor quite entirely came from two different worlds, yet found themselves well suited for the other.

"What kind?” Without asking, without prompting, Viktor took Max into his chest, allowed Max’s arms to wrap around his body, forced him into the understanding of waking from dark dreams.

“Ones I’d thought were lost.”

“Not willingly.” Viktor’s hazarded guess stilled Max; his words found his lips after just a moment, not willing to let the words misunderstand him.

“Not unwillingly. Both; memories that didn’t serve my purpose then, or now.”

“And what’s your purpose now?”

“Hacking for you, if it’s on a terminal or a tossball stick.” That rumbled laugh was calming. Max could fall asleep to that more often than not, he decided.

“How about sleeping?”

“Perhaps.” But his eyes once again closed, letting the memories of cold eyes, not dead nor living, fade from the recesses of his mind.

The hand on his hip was warm, rough. He could feel where the callous was from the trigger of a gun. Then, it slid forward, cupping his balls, a shock of contact. Viktor was breathing too strongly to be asleep, even without a word spoken yet.

From his balls, the hand slipped up his half hard shaft, pressing the top against his stomach, simply idly stroking him to hardness. A kiss was pressed to Max’s neck, a moment of softness in the darkness of the cabin. Viktor’s hand formed a loose circle around his dick, sliding up and down in the most teasing way. Max let his head fall back, to rest against Viktor’s for just a moment.

This wasn’t what he’d been expecting. Max didn’t lend himself well to surprises, but as the fingers wrapped around his half hard cock, he was finding himself caring less and less. The spontaneity was a kindness Max didn’t realize he needed. The teasing, the pleasure, the sudden flicking of Viktor’s calloused thumb against his cockhead, all was new each time.

Viktor’s hand moved up, palm resting in front of Max’s lips.

“Lick my palm, Max.” A smear of saliva on his palm, and Max took Vik’s finger into his lips for just a moment. A suck, a promise for another time.

This time, both of Vik’s hands went under his waistband, one hand to Max’s balls, and the other back to the shaft. Saliva smoothing his actions, Viktor started to stroke his cock. He wasn’t hurrying this along, he wasn’t allowing anything to speed him along, Viktor simply was enjoying teasing Max and bringing soft moans from him.

His hips were pushing back against Vik’s, feeling his hard on grinding against his ass. He started to reach behind to take Vik in hand, offering just a bit of pleasure. Vik’s hand wrapped around Max's wrist, stilling his action.

“Don't. Just sing a hymn for me, Vicar.” Vik twisted his hand just so around Max's cock, a deep groan falling from Max's cheat. “Just like that. Just perfect.” Viktor took the moment to grind against Max's ass, falling into a duet of a hymn sung to an uncaring creator.

Those eyes were mindless. They were unseeing, crazed with a lust to a drug that couldn’t be substituted. Screams of babbled gibberish still rang in his mind, cold and not simply inhuman; unhuman in a way that forced his skin to turn to gooseflesh, the nape of his neck rise, a twist in his gut.

“Captain, on your left!” A raise of his gun, a sight quickly leveled, and the recoil of his gun was stopped by the armor on his shoulder. God damn, he would feel that, but the gun that had been trained from far above fell the stories down. He saw the barrel bend as it hit the ground, the clang waking something much higher on the cliffs. Max just didn’t want it to find him before it forgot about him.

Vik swung around to his left, the rifle in his hands level to nearly touch the forehead of a marauder. One swift bullet, and once again the Captain was safe. Once more, Viktor was alright. He looked around the ruins, seeing nothing of consequence. A light job, and he was looking at the other man, scanning up and down his armor for any noticeable signs of cracks. Already, Viktor was scanning ahead, looking for the next threat. If they hadn’t been ambushed so many times, Max might even have thought he was paranoid. They both knew better, on this rock.

Max’s eyes landed on Felix, pulling his tossball stick from the dead maurader’s head. An eyeball, not mindless, not cold, nothing more than a broken sphere, fell from the net and onto the ground. Max looked back at the two other men, regrouping again.

“This planet reeks of death.” Max’s observation was unthinking, and it was all the worse that he had grown familiar with the stench himself.

“Perhaps Phineas and Adelaide will be able to use this for the next few years.”

“Morbid, and practical as always, Captain.”

“We need to get back to the Unreliable. You fellas ready?”

“Ready when you are, boss.”

The shower was always cold, and didn’t clean as deeply as one could hope. But Parvarti had just worked with Ada to redirect the water near the engine, and for the first time, there was hot, recycled water on the Unreliable. The shampoo was worked into a lather in Viktor’s hair, scrubbing the green curls into a faint lather. It was relaxing, feeling his worn body pressed against a similar one.

“Lean forward,” Max instructed. Viktor used his hands against the wall to lower himself into the stream, keeping his feet in the same spot as before. He pushed back after a moment, standing up smoothly on his feet. Max was almost distracted by the muscles flexing, stretching under Viktor’s skin.

There was red under Viktor’s nails. He could see it over the man’s shoulders, spread against the wall as he was.

“Let me clean your hands.”

“My…”

“Hands.” He turned around, looking at Max with a bemused smile.

"Planning something, are we?" Those strong hands moved to slide from Max's hips up to his waist, nothing more than a teasing motion.

"You still have Raptidon blood under your nails. It's acidic enough to eat through your skin if we let it sit only a few more hours."

"Right. No, I knew that." Soap, a scrap of fabric as the rag, and Max started to clean each finger. He allowed Vik's free hand on his hip, until he let go. Vik, shocking as always, turned them around, pressing his chest against Max's back. The dirty hand was looped under Max's arm, and settled into his; fingers lacing for a moment, knuckles rubbed against each other. Max could feel the mishealed bone on Viktors left hand; pinky and ring shattered days before Ellie had joined the crew. Too late to set the joints, but she had offered to dare break and set the fingers.

Viktor had quickly changed the topic back to the distress call, and who would be joining.

Max ran the rag over each finger, rubbing under the nail.

"I think they're clean," Viktor softly broke in. He looked closer, opened his eyes to what was once again in front of him. Each finger was cleaned, a little red from Max’s scrubbing. Viktors hand moved to rest on Max's lower stomach, pulling him back against his captain.

"Ruminating?" Max softly laughed, and nodded.

"Yes, you caught me." He felt a kiss press to the worn skin of his shoulder, the thick bristles of Viktors beard scratching him. The water turned off quite suddenly, and Ada's familiar voice chimed into the bathroom.

“Though I can create an unlimited amount of water, three crewmates have been loitering in the kitchen. Felix is about to start a revolt.” One more kiss from Viktor's lips, and a towel was thrown at Max.

“So who's the oldest?”

“I am.” Max and the captboth spoke at the same time.

“Max, I'm older than you.” The Captain's eyebrow raised, wrinkles punctuating his point.

“But we look about the same age.”

“Hibernation pods really do something for wrinkles.” Max's confusion cleared up, realizing his mistake.

“The hope.”

“How old are you, Captain?” Nyoka walked up, Purpleberry Crunch in a bowl in her hand.

“119, at my last count. My final year of being a teen.”

“Meaning you were born in… 2236?”

“And the only one of us from Earth.” There was a best of silence before Felix spoke up.

“does that make us aliens to you?”

“Technically.”

“Whoa.”

His call was too late this time. The crunch of his captain's leg disintegrated into shards in his leg. It would be too much for him to take care of with a supplement, Max could tell. Yet somehow, he was able to swing the scythe in his hands up and pull through the muscled neck of the primal standing on the shattered leg. Head half decapitated, alkalized blood spilling mere inches from Viktor’s skin.

The large head tipped forward, and Max only barely managed to throw his weight against the shoulder of the now dead beast. The carcass fell to the side, and he was on his knees next to the captain. So much for watching the man’s back.

“Captain, are you alright?” Heavy breathing, and Viktor sat up minutely. The shock of pain through his leg made him grimace, and he at last looked at his Vicar.

“I need you to listen carefully to my instructions, and get me back to Ellie as fast as you can. Do you understand?” The order was given, and Max allowed himself to wall off those pesky emotions, emboldened from the temporary fear of losing Viktor.

“Yes, Captain.”

“Good. I need a splint immediately.”

Everyone was on the Groundbreaker. Felix and Parvarti needed to talk with Gladys over the book club, Ellie and Nyoka to drink and catch up with a few people. Everyone was gone, other than Vik and Max. The captain’s bed was comfier than his. Not by virtue of a better mattress, though there were some extra blankets.

The bed smelled like Viktor. Sweat and metallic blood, but an earthiness unlike anything Max had ever smelt. The smell of terraformed planets held that smell, bit it was never as strong as it was in Viktors pillow. Max's arm wrapped around the thin pillow, taking a deep breath. He could smell the spectrum black that had been on Viks tongue last night, the celebration that had been hosted for another job done well.

Where the captain had gone, Maximillian wasn’t sure. The world was in flux, in a status that Max wasn’t entirely sure he could understand. He didn't know what tomorrow would hold, what the random chips would fall and survive into the next day. It scared him, the future more faceted than the supposed technicality that was the BOLT-52.

#the outer worlds #.w #vicar max #fanfiction #maximillian desoto #viktor wirth

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heartofhubris · 22 days

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☆ - happy headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

for both vik AND max. :]

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☆ - happy headcanon

The first time that Vik actually felt content after getting thawed was when Felix jokingly called him dad. Yes, it was when Vik had grabbed him by the back of the neck and cleaned some dirt of his forehead and told him to get a coat on. Yes, Felix was on his way to a date.

The followup to that is that once Vik and Max were actually together, Max realized that he was very well suited to be the grandpa to @zorgishborg's oc's kids. The first time that Daisy toddled to him and reached to be picked up, Max was 100% done for and wrapped around each of the children's fingers. Even if he did still rib Felix about tossball and that one night.

☼ - appearance headcanon

Vik ended up realizing that he could make vests with scrap material he found in ruins and cording he could salvage from other clothes, and he never looked back. He's got some of the weirdest, grubby underclothes, but they're all unique and they're all dark dark colors - burgundies and blacks and navies.

(takes out the soapbox and clears throat, taking out megaphone) Max loves dresses. He was happy *enough* with the vestments, but Max likes skirts and dresses. He refuses to wear them unless he's with people he likes. But this man wears all kinds of long tunics and shifts and straight cut dresses. But after he leaves the church, he wears dresses in his and Vik's home.

#tyyyy <3 #ask #viktor wirth #vicar max #i am a vicar max dresses truther #tow #oc

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dog-park-dissidents · 7 days

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holy shit new music !! may i ask which man the new song is about 👁

Out With A Bang is a work of fiction and any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. On a completely unrelated note, here is a list of interesting actual persons who are alive today and have real names and addresses:

Patrick Pouyanné, Chairman and CEO, TotalEnergies Helge Lund, Chairman, BP Bernard Looney, CEO, BP Amin H. Nasser, CEO, Saudi Aramco Yasir Al-Rumayyan, Chairman, Saudi Aramco Zhang Yuzhuou, Chairman, China Petrochemical Mike Wirth, CEO, Chevron Viktor Zubkov, Chairman, Gazprom Alexey Miller, CEO, Gazprom Javad Owji, Chairman, National Iranian Oil Company Ken Mackenzie, Chairperson, BHP Billiton Mike Henry, CEO, BHP Billiton PM Prasad, Chairman, Coal India Octavio Romero Oropeza, CEO, Pemex Jim Grech, CEO, Peabody Energy Ryan Lance, CEO, ConocoPhillips Sultan Al Jaber, CEO, ADNOC Jean Paul Prates, CEO, Petrobras Nawaf Saud Nasser Al-Sabah, CEO, Kuwait Petroleum Corp. Toufik Hakkar, CEO, Sonatrach John P Surma, CEO, Marathon Petroleum Joseph Gorder, CEO, Valero Greg Garland, CEO, Phillips 66 Basuki Tjahaja Purnama, President, Pertamina

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ecc2019 · 5 years

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Four in a row for Edgbaston as Paderborn win dramatic tenth ECC title

Finals day of the European Club Championships in Edinburgh provided a suitably dramatic ending to four days of competition, resulting in two familiar winners.

Defending champions and top seeds Edgbaston Priory met English rivals Pontefract in the women's final - technically the last match of a round robin, but both were on five wins so it was winner takes all.

They'd met in two previous finals, and for both it was their sixth final in eleven years.

Julianne Courtice got the better of four close games against Sarah Campion to put Edgbaston ahead, but Pontefract made the better start in the second match as Hollie Naughton went two-nil up against Millie Tomlinson.

Just as she did yesterday against Paderborn - who finished third - Millie fought back, saving two match balls in the fourth and one in the fifth before finally giving Edgbaston their fourt htitle in a row, and their sixth overall, matching Pontefract's record.

[1] Edgbaston Priory (Eng) 2-1 [2] Pontefract Squash Club (Eng) Julianne Courtice 3-1 Sarah Campion 11-9, 8-11, 11-3, 13-11 Millie Tomlinson 3-2 Hollie Naughton 6-11, 3-11, 11-9, 13-11, 12-10 Alicia Mead 0-2 Katie Smith 10-12, 10-12

The men's final pitched familiar foes Paderborner SC and Black & White Worms - both appearing in their seventh final in eleven years - together for the fifth time since 2011 with the score standing at two apiece.

Today's final did justice to that rivalry with the momentum and advantage changing hands regularly.

Junior Victor Byrtus put Paderborn ahead, beating Jens Schoor in four, 12-10 in each of the last two games.

Paul Coll levelled for Worms with a straight-games win over Simon Rosner. Coll took 19 points in a row from 0-5 in the first to 8-0 in the second, Rosner came from 3-10 to 9-10 before succumbing in the third.

Paderborn went back in front when Lucas Wirths beat Tim Weber in four, setting up a tense final match.

Urged on by the home crowd, Scottish number one took a close first game for Worms, but Nicolas Mueller fought back, took two games to ensure that Paderborn could only lose on points countback, and came from 8-10 down in the fourth to ensure that countback wasn't necessary.

[1] Paderborner SC 3-1 [2] Black & White Worms Viktor Byrtus 3-1 Jens Schoor 11-8, 5-11, 12-10, 12-10 Simon Rosner 0-3 Paul Coll 5-11, 2-11, 9-11 Lucas Wirths 3-1 Tim Weber 11-5, 1-11, 11-6, 11-8 Nicolas Mueller 3-1 Greg Lobban 9-11, 11-9, 11-7, 12-10

#today #finals #featured

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velvetcovered-brick · 7 years

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What I Read This Week: August 6 to August 12

Okay, so here’s what I read this past week, so tack it on to your reading lists from the mammoth two part list I posted this week under my tag #wirth.

Desired by Viktuurio Yuuri started gaining some weight back after retirement, nothing that Viktor hadn't expected and gladly welcomed, but nothing could have prepared him from the weight gain following Yuuri's pregnancy.In which Viktor finds out he really loves his retired Yuuri on the large and chubby side.

We Close At Six by beAUtiful (future_fishy) Yuuri works at the rental desk of an ice rink. Viktor is a business man who happens to go to said ice rink every day after work. Throw in an adopted son, a gossipy best friend and a lot of mutual pining and you get this.

Dinner For Two by Yuripaws Viktor dreams of two delicious bowls of katsudon only to find that he isn't invited to dinner.But he is invited to the show.

above, below, by you, by you surrounded by seventhstar twenty two year old yuuri katsuki finds himself in st. petersburg, two years in the future, in the apartment where his future self and his fiance, viktor nikiforov, live.of course they have a threesome.

"sleep with" is a stupid idiom by seventhstar In one universe, Viktor asks Yuuri to sleep with him on his first night in Hasetsu and gets rejected.In another, he doesn't. This happens instead.

patellofemoral pain syndrome by seventhstar It’s just…does Viktor not get bored with doing it the same way every night? Doesn’t he want to spice things up? Is Yuuri being unreasonable? He’s pretty sure that if Viktor told him his performance in bed was unsatisfying his soul would flee his body for a more merciful plane of existence, but…Viktor is thicker-skinned than he is.And so here they are. Viktor’s bed is wide and soft, and Yuuri is lying there with wet hair and ratty boxers while Viktor absently trails kisses over his shoulder. It’s nice. It’s soft. It’s good. Viktor’s headboard is enormous and Yuuri keeps thinking about Viktor’s wrists bound to it, black rope over white skin. Fuck. He should say something.

feel like a quote out of context by seventhstar In which Yuuri accidentally insults Viktor Nikiforov in front of a crowd of reporters, only to discover that apparently being called a 'talentless hack' is what turns Viktor on.This is not how Yuuri envisioned meeting Viktor going, but hey. He'll take it.

Then He Fondly Thinks of Me by dotheunthinkable Viktor decides to give himself some love. Yuuri isn't as asleep as Viktor thinks he is. [One-Shot]

Illuminate You by dotheunthinkable Yuuri doesn't think he's good enough . [One-Shot]

Personal Assistants Need Not Apply by kafrickinboom iktor couldn't have been more thankful for Yakov’s insistence that he'd needed a personal assistant, even if he was wrong.

Finally by kafrickinboom Finally. It was the first of March, aka Yuri Plisetsky’s 16th birthday, aka the day he could finally say he was legal, aka the day he could finally attempt to make his move on not one, but two men he'd had his eye on for months now.

The List of Big Rules by kafrickinboom He’s over 250 years old. Old enough to have better control. Old enough to know better. Old enough to stop himself from marring that fair skin in the absolute best way possible, even if he wants it. He’d pulled his fangs out almost as soon as they pierced Yuuri’s skin, unable to meet his husband’s eyes and began apologizing profusely until Yuuri turned away from him, going to sleep. That still stings too....Or it could be the fact that he left for his trip without doing any of the frankly alarming amount of dishes he let pile up. Big Rule #4 is ‘Contribute to the House Chores.’ He isn’t sure. He’s just going to assume the level of bullshit he’s been dealing with is due to the biting thing. It just makes logical sense considering it’s the worse offense.He had to make it right.

Beautiful and New by threerings After spending an amazing night with Victor Nikiforov after the banquet in Sochi, Yuuri has to deal with the fact that he seems to be suddenly dating his long-time idol and crush.

Summer Nights by TechnicolorWritings For the first days Yuuri thought that perhaps ten years had changed something in Viktor’s prima donna personality, but he obviously had been wrong. The omega wearing skimpy shorts and asking to have his cherry popped, was still very much alive inside Viktor. He only needed to snap his fingers to get what he wanted from Yuuri.-----This is the story of two ex-best friends that reconnect after ten years of having turned their backs on each other.

Money Shot by Ashida So Yuuri waited, felt his heart edge back down from his throat as Victor let him catch his bearings, as he just sat and watched Yuuri calm down, patient even though the time he was paying for was ticking.“Strip for me, Yuuri.” came his first instructions in the lull of silence, the same words he always got, and this is how it always began.

My Sanctuary by Sophia96 Omegas are rare, almost extinct.Since they're so rare, the state have created a program to make sure that the few omegas will be properly taken care of.This means that the omegas who present, will be shipped away to an assigned alpha.Yuuri presented as an omega at seventeen. And by the help of his family and friends, he succeded in keeping his secondary gender a secret.But when he unexpectantly runs out of scent blockers, he is forced to tell Victor, who will do whatever it takes to protect him.But Yuuri doesn't want to spend the rest of his life in hiding. He hates the way omegas are being treated and he will do all he can, to prove to the world what an omega is actually capable of.

Setting Sun by LittleLostStar Canon-divergent AU. Just before he skates at the Hot Springs On Ice, Yuuri receives a photo of his drunken GPF banquet antics; consumed with humiliation over a night he can’t remember, he loses the competition. Victor goes back to Russia with Yurio, and Yakov comes to train Yuuri in Japan. One night, frustrated and miserable, Yuuri posts some personally relevant song lyrics on Instagram—and wakes up the next morning to find that Victor has posted lyrics that seem to be a reply.With the world watching their every move, Victor and Yuuri begin trading lyrics in a secret conversation; from playful rivalry to intense seduction, through Savage Garden and San Fermin, their virtual affair unfolds, hidden in plain sight. But the Grand Prix approaches, bringing with it newfound opportunities for Yuuri’s career, and his new life hinges on two things: winning the gold, and staying away from Victor.

The Big Blog Adventures of Phichit Chulanont by SkyaraSnow, topcatnikki The guy is tall, broad shouldered and pale. He's angular in a way that is all cheekbone and and jaw, with a sweep of white blonde hair that falls into his stunning eyes. Blue, green, pupils so dark he could fall into them.And now he's starting to sound like a bad YA romance novel. Great.§Yuuri Katsuki is a twenty-four year old sass bucket who bit off more than he could chew in his choice housemate. Luckily he can turn to his favorite tumblr agony uncle for help!Phichit Chulanont may just have a deep dark secret, one which no one can ever know...

you dance when you walk by persephoneggsy Victor takes his little brother to see his favorite band in concert; he’s not really one for rock music, but he catches sight of a gorgeous young man in the tightest red jeans he’s ever seen, and thinks that maybe he can start to see the genre’s appeal.

On ICE!!! by Watermelonsmellinfellon The first time Katsuki Yuuri saw Victor Nikiforov perform, he realized he had a great desire to see figure skating in a video game. In fifteen years, his dream is realized. Little does he know that Victor's attention has been caught by the very game he unknowingly inspired. So ensues the cutest meeting ever and the relationship that follows.

Sweet as Sugar by glowine When Alphas present on their 19th birthday, they often go to a Sugarhouse of Omegas to manage the extreme symptoms of their presentation rut. Victor takes Alpha-to-be Yuri to Japan and convinces him to spend his birthday at Yutopia, where High Tier Sweet Katsuki “Eros” Yuuri takes patrons for impressive fees.

Private Photos by phoenixwaller It started innocently enough - Yuri looked so amazing when flustered and aroused that Victor had to take a picture. Little did he know that it would eventually develop into a contest to see which of them could take the filthiest photo of the other.

After the Ice by Dark_Romances Viktor and Yuuri have long retired and have a family now.

"Be My Sex Coach, Victor!" by lucycamui Yuuri Katsuki has always been his own worst critic, and a series of unfortunate short-lived relationships has him convinced that he flubs things more in the bedroom than out on the ice. So, of course it would turn out that the ridiculously charming Russian he's matched with online is a pornstar.But perhaps, a 'professional opinion' is exactly what Yuuri needs...

Footprints by Kashoku Yuuri should have known the moment Viktor Nikiforov stepped into the banquet hall that he was not like the other sponsors. Catching the eye of the gorgeous alpha had been a curse, and Yuuri soon finds himself trapped in a cycle of bond, breed, and repeat. First it’s weeks, then months, and then years have passed in a world of blood and death. All he can do is protect his children so that they don’t ever suffer his fate.(Omerta as an A/B/O)

For the Camera by Noon30ish In which Yuuri becomes a pornstar and is 'training' under the one and only, the Living Legend, Vitya.Or the fic where, for Yuuri, sex comes first and love comes after.

Control by Phayte Everything in Season One is a Lie - Victor is controlling Yuuri --- Yuuri runs to Yuri and all hell breaks out.

Unimaginable by Victor_Nikiforovs_Cowlick Married, bonded and retired - Yuuri and Victor's lives are no less than perfect. How could a weekend away in Berlin with Yuri and Otabek possibly change that? Quite dramatically actually.

Bloodied Ice by kuki for Emeraldstardragon Victor had spent the last hundred years keeping to himself, ignoring the war that was tearing his world apart. When he meets a young vampire hunter, a little more curious than he should be, he reconsiders his position of isolation and neutrality.Yuuri isn't the best vampire hunter in the ranks, but he is from a prominent family of hunters. Lately, he'd been questioning the morality of indiscriminately killing vampires for just being vampires.Yuri wants revenge after the death of his family by vampires, and to find the mysterious young man that saved him as a kid. His great-great uncle is also the bastard half-human son of the vampire king.Otabek's life is a train wreck.

The Tavern Wench by kuki for Emeraldstardragon Lord Victor Nikiforov is charged with overseeing the transfer jewels to the Queen on privateer Captain Christophe Giacometti's ship. Before leaving port, they indulge themselves in the pleasures of a their server at the tavern. They get ambushed by pirates as the ship makes it out to open water.

Learning You in Three Dimensions by threerings Victor Nikiforov thought he was used to the frustration that came from dealing with Yuuri Katsuki. Since his arrival in Hasetsu he’d adjusted his expectations. Yuuri was a much different person than Victor had expected from their previous interaction. Victor thought he’d accepted the fact that his time with Yuuri involved much less sex than he would prefer.And then. And then he’d caught a glimpse of Yuuri’s dick.

Easy Accessibility by threerings Yuuri has a present for Victor to try...“Yuuri,” he growled. “That sounds like a good way to break something.” He laughed. “Imagine the press conference. Mr. Nikiforov, how did you injure yourself? Well, see, Yuuri has this giant cock...”

Collapsing Into You by threerings Yuuri is exhausted after the Cup of China, but he also has Victor fucking Nikiforov in his bed.

Shared Gravity by phoenixwaller Yuri Katsuki doesn't advertise his alpha status, in fact he'd rather it be relatively unknown. He feels that he's never fit the stereotype, and is much happier blending into the background. However, much to his dismay, his alpha instincts are awakened one summer morning.At first he's angry, believing that his new coach, Victor Nikiforov, has brought back an omega in heat for a day of passion. But when he intrudes to order the couple to a safer location he learns the truth. Victor, the most decorated male figure skater ever, has his own secret.From there an inexplicable gravity grows between them, their shared secrets pulling them together in ways that both learn to cherish.

Lost Souls by 96percentdone (Nakanaide) There were two things that everyone knows about soulmates. The first is you switch with them at some point between 18 and 24, with rare exception. The second is that when your soulmate dies, so do you.Katsuki Yuuri honestly couldn't care about any of that right now. Not after humiliating himself in front of everyone. Should he retire? He doesn't know, but he does know he's has no interest in going to the banquet.Viktor Nikiforov doesn't particularly want to be there either.

Out of the darkness by RoyalChrod When alpha lawyer Viktor Nikiforov is given the case of omega Katsuki Yuuri, accused of second-degree murder, he wasn't expecting the emotional turmoil he was currently dragged into. However, the more involved he gets, new pieces of evidence and facts are revealed, and Viktor begins to realize that nothing is what it seems. The only thing he know for certain, is that his client got out of a hellhole just to fall into another.

he took me to my knees (and now he's got me prayin') by kinkyviktor (imaginedeath) Viktor and Yuuri try out something new: cockwarming.

What a Squid Demon Wants (A Squid Demon Gets) by AnimeFanime Victor had marveled at the drawings on the walls, clearly ancient and somewhat faded, but still beautiful. Words filled some sections of stone, in an old, lost language that Yuuri explained wasn’t spoken anymore in Japan.“Yeah, I used to come here all the time growing up,” Yuuri murmured thoughtfully as he ran his fingers along a detailed picture of a large squid-like creature that dominated the other drawings around it in size. “But I haven’t been back since I was a teenager…”

Falling For Your Charms by Reiya Professor Katsuki’s crush on Professor Nikiforov is supposed to be a great secret.So naturally, the whole school knows

How To Breed Your Neko by AnimeFanime “The pictures didn’t do him justice, Victor,” Chris mumbled as Yuuri stretched out on the sheets, bowing his back, and yawning again before sitting up and rubbing his eyes. The Neko looked to Victor and pouted.“Daddy, I’m hot…I need you,” Yuuri spoke softly as he held out his arms to Victor.

then have my lips the sin that they have took by flammablehat Five times Yuuri sucks Viktor off, and one time Viktor pays him back.

Okay, kids. Enjoy yourselves. There’s sin on this list, there’s fluff, there is domestics, and there’s angst. There’s one or two that call for trigger warnings. Read the tags and warnings when you click the links. I’m not responsible because you didn’t pay attention!

Anyway, happy reading!

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10 Nazi Concentration Camps – Part 1

Today’s article is on many of the Nazi camps operating during WWII. There are graphic descriptions but the pictures are all of the memorials erected to honor those who lost their lives. I know it’s a depressing subject, but please read through the whole thing, because as Elie Wiesel, an Auschwitz and Buchenwald survivor, once said: “To forget a Holocaust is to kill twice.”

01. Alderney Concentration Camps (January 1942 – June 1944)

The Alderney concentration camps were located on the Channel Islands, the only part of the British Isles occupied by Nazi Germany during WWII. They were designed as labor camps, holding 6,000 prisoners at its peak, which explains the low death rate. (Around 700 people lost their lives in the four camps.) The camp was abandoned by the Germans in June 1944 and all the prisoners were transferred to other camps in Germany. (Quote: “We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread.” – Viktor E. Frankl)

02. Auschwitz-Birkenau Extermination Camp (May 1940 – January 1945)

Probably the most infamous of the all the camps were the Auschwitz collection of camps located in southern Poland. In total, there were 48, including satellite camps. The worst of them was the Auschwitz-Birkenau extermination camp, where 1.3 million people lost their lives, with 90% of them being of Jewish descent. It was also the home of Josef Mengele, the ‘Angel of Death’, who routinely experimented on the prisoners. On January 27, 1945, the camp was liberated by Soviet troops and 7,500 people were saved. (Quote: “Dachau was ever so much nicer than Auschwitz.” – William Styron, author of Sophie’s Choice)

03. Belzec Extermination Camp (March 1942 – June 1943)

The Belzec extermination camp was located in southeast Poland and was the first of its kind built by the Germans during WWII. Around 600,000 people died in the camp, with nearly all of them being Jews. The two commanders of the camp were specifically chosen because they had been involved with Action T4, the German plan to euthanize those deemed to be ‘incurably sick’. Nearly every person who was sent there died; only two Jews are known to have survived. The camp was closed by the Germans in June 1943 and it was not widely known until the 1950s. (Quote: “See for yourself the weight of that gold! It’s only from yesterday and the day before. You can’t imagine what we find every day—dollars, diamonds, gold. You’ll see for yourself!” – SS Capt. Christian Wirth to SS Lt. Kurt Gerstein, talking about items removed from corpses)

04. Bergen-Belsen Concentration Camp (1940 – April 1945)

The Bergen-Belsen concentration camp was located in northwest Germany. It was originally designed as a POW camp but became a concentration camp in 1943. There were no gas chambers, as it was not designed to be an execution camp; nevertheless, nearly 50,000 people lost their lives, mostly to starvation and disease. On April 15, 1945, British and Canadian troops liberated the camp. (Quote: “…Here over an acre of ground lay dead and dying people. You could not see which was which… This day at Belsen was the most horrible of my life.” – BBC journalist Richard Dimbleby)

05. Buchenwald Concentration Camp (1937 – April 1945)

The Buchenwald concentration camp was among the first camps built on German soil and it was located in eastern Germany. The prisoners in Buchenwald were mostly forced laborers but, out of the 240,000 people interred at the camp, nearly 57,000 perished, mostly due to starvation and disease. It was also the site of Ilse Koch, the infamous ‘b***h of Buchenwald’, one of many extremely sadistic guards located there. It was liberated on April 11, 1945 by U.S. soldiers. (Quote: “As we got close to the camp and saw what was inside… a terrible, terrible fear and horror entered our hearts.” – Canadian airman Ed Carter-Edward)

06. Chelmno Extermination Camp (December 1941 – January 1945)

The Chelmno extermination camp, located in central Poland, began operation in December 1941. It was designed to operate as a place for Hitler’s Final Solution, as nearly all of the prisoners were Jews. It was also an early site for experimentation on methods with which to kill people and most of the prisoners were killed by gas vans. Only four Jews are known to have survived the camp and between 150,000 and 340,000 perished there. On January 20, 1945, it was liberated by Soviet troops. (Quote: “I never did anything, great or small, without obtaining in advance express instructions from Adolf Hitler or any of my superiors.” – Adolf Eichmann)

07. Dachau Concentration Camp (1933 – April 1945)

Maybe just as infamous as Auschwitz was the Dachau concentration camp, which was the first of its kind and was located in southern Germany. It was actually opened in 1933, serving as a prison for political prisoners. Later, it became a forced labor camp, then a concentration camp. Of the 200,000 people imprisoned there, nearly 32,000 perished. After the camp was liberated by U.S. soldiers on April 29, 1945, nearly all of the remaining 500 German guards were killed as revenge for the atrocities committed there. (Quote: “There our troops found sights, sounds, and stenches horrible beyond belief, cruelties so enormous as to be incomprehensible to the normal mind.” – U.S. Colonel William W. Quinn)

08. Gross-Rosen Concentration Camp (1940 – February 1945)

Beginning as a satellite camp of Sachsenhausen, the Gross-Rosen concentration camp was located in southwestern Poland and became an independent camp on May 1, 1941. It was infamous for its brutal treatment of political prisoners, especially Soviet POW’s. In total, 125,000 people were interred in Gross-Rosen, with at least 40,000 of them dying, mostly from starvation and disease. A subcamp of Gross-Rosen was also there where the Jews Oskar Schindler saved were kept. It was liberated by the Soviet army on February 14, 1945. (Quote: “If you saw a dog going to be crushed under a car, wouldn’t you help him?” – Oskar Schindler)

09. Jasenovac Concentration Camp (August 1941 – April 1945)

The Jasenovac concentration camp opened in August 1941 and was located in southern Croatia. The detail which separated this camp from all others was that this was the only one not run by Germans; instead, it was ran by the Ustaše regime which ruled Croatia at the time. Around 100,000 people, mostly ethnic Serbs, were killed at “the Balkan Auschwitz”, which was infamous for its brutality. On April 22, 1945, the prisoners rebelled, with most of them dying, and the camp was razed and abandoned. (Quote: “The Jasenovac camp was the lowest level to which mankind can fall….the most horrible place of torture in the history of man….hell on earth. It was the work of hatred, the work of evil, and the work of the devil himself.” – Unknown survivor)

10. Majdanek Concentration Camp (October 1941 – July 1944)

The Majdanek concentration camp was located in Eastern Poland and began operating on October 1, 1941. It was originally designated as a forced labor camp but later became a concentration camp. In 1942, it was refurbished as an extermination camp because the Jewish population in southeastern Poland was deemed to be too large. In total, more than 300,000 people were prisoners at one time or another and 78,000 of them died there, mostly those of Jewish descent. It was liberated on July 22, 1944 by Soviet troops and is the most intact of all the German camps because the SS failed to destroy most of the evidence, like they did virtually everywhere else. (Quote: “Most of the prisoners looked like walking skeletons covered with skin…” – Tomasek, Czech prisoner of Majdanek)

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