#we’ll have some nice fallout from all this... >:)
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Whumptober Day 4: Shock, “I see the danger, it’s written there in your eyes”
We had to get to the bloody ones eventually—
This was originally going to be standalone, but one thing led to another and I think there’s going to be another part at some point. I couldn’t make it longer and I’m very stuck on the idea hehe
Warnings: blood & injury, specifically a stab wound, and just general battle violence and injuries
Read it on ao3
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“Ugh, wizzrobes again?” Legend grumbled as he slid under a bolt of electricity. “We just fought some of these clowns yesterday! Did the Shadow just give up on originality?”
“Less complaining, more fighting!” Warriors shouted at him from nearby, and Legend rolled his eyes.
“Less criticism and more fighting!” Hyrule called back with a mischievous look, and Legend almost laughed, though it turned into a yelp when he dodged another bolt of magic.
Wizzrobes were such a pain.
Especially Wild’s.
Warriors shouted at him again, but this time it was a warning, and Legend deftly jumped away from a blast of ice that would have frozen him solid. He nodded a thanks at the captain, and went back to trying to defeat the wizzrobes, which was nearly impossible with how crazily they moved.
Legend dodged a fireball, and quickly turned and shot a blast of ice at the offending monster. It shrieked, and disappeared into a puff of smoke, and Legend swapped out his ice rod for a fire rod, and did the same to another.
The different rods seemed to work well, and along with the others all fighting together, soon there was only one wizzrobe left. It was in a color Legend hadn’t seen before though, and he looked at it suspiciously.
“Yours come in purple now?” he called behind him towards where he knew Wild was sniping.
“I’ve never seen one like that before!” Wild called back, voice uncertain. “I don’t know what it—”
As he spoke, the wizzrobe grinned, letting out a deranged cackle as it shot a huge burst of magic into the sky. Purple lights flashed, and a glowing ball fell from them, dropping down into the clearing and exploding into blinding light before anyone could do a thing.
Legend yelped and covered his face with his shield, but the magic still knocked him off his feet and onto the ground. It shook into his limbs and up to his face, his vision going white and spotty. It didn’t... hurt, exactly, but something about it felt all mixed up inside of him, jolting through his body and limbs, and he felt rather discombobulated.
“Legend!”
The sensation abruptly faded, and he felt arms tugging at him. Legend gingerly opened his eyes, almost surprised he could see at all, and looked up, meeting Hyrule’s worried gaze. The traveler was looking down at him with wide eyes, and Legend blinked a few times to get the last few spots of white out of his vision.
“Are you okay?” Hyrule asked, looking him over worriedly, “you were closest to that beam, it felt like an explosion went off.”
“Fine, fine,” Legend coughed, then gingerly pulled himself up to a sitting position. “Think it was just... magic. I don’t even think it did anything to me.”
“Nothing?” Hyrule asked suspiciously, and Legend shook his head.
“No. Is everyone else okay? Where’d that wizzrobe go?”
“I haven’t checked yet, but since you’re fine I would guess they’ll be—”
An arrow slammed into the ground right between Legend’s feet.
He jumped, and in one swift movement was on his feet with his shield out, back to back with Hyrule as he looked for the enemy who’d shot. He scanned the field as he looked for where his sword had gone to, then he froze, and stared at who had fired the arrow.
Wild stood across the clearing, his bow drawn with an arrow nocked in Legend’s direction. His brows were lowered as he stared at the veteran, stance unusually firm, and something about the way he held himself just screamed danger.
Legend flicked his eyes around, and felt his breath leave him as he saw Warriors and Sky both staring at him as well, swords drawn and angled towards him in a threatening gesture. Time stood on Legend’s other side, claymore raised as he stared silently at the veteran, and Legend’s heart skipped a beat.
He and Hyrule were surrounded. By their own teammates.
No, Legend realized with a dawning horror, sunlight glinting proudly off Time and Warriors’ armor, no not my teammates.
Knights.
“Captain? What’s going on?” Twilight asked nearby, Wind and Four looking equally confused next to him.
“Traitor to the crown,” Warriors said in a low voice, eyes never blinking.
“You kidnapped the princess,” Wild added in a growl.
“We have our orders,” Sky said in a smooth voice, and raised the Master Sword accusingly. “Dead or alive.”
Legend couldn’t breathe.
“Don’t be crazy!” Wind said in disbelief, looking at Time and Warriors with a shocked expression. “Legend didn’t do anything! What’s wrong with you guys?!”
“The wizzrobe,” Four said with a sharp inhale. “That attack must have done something to make them think he’s the enemy.”
“Time, please, you know Legend, he hasn’t done anything wrong,” Twilight said gently, inching towards him. But Time stopped him with a firm glare, his sword never lowering. The knights all took a step closer to Legend, and he felt Hyrule stiffen at his back.
“Legend, you need to run,” Hyrule whispered. “Now.”
Legend couldn’t move.
Suddenly he was eleven again, staring at a wanted poster with his face on it, wondering why the reward was so high. He was eleven, screamed at by the townsfolk, and surrounded by guards just for trying to walk into the village to buy food on his quest. He was eleven, chased down by brainwashed knights and forced to fight them, some of them people he knew, his uncle’s friends, raise his uncle’s sword against them and hurt them—
“Legend RUN!”
He snapped back into himself just in time to avoid a thrust from Warriors, and Hyrule grabbed his wrist when he merely stared at the weapon that had almost killed him, pulling him away.
“Come back you traitor!” Warriors shouted, and Legend blinked, able only to watch in numb shock as Four and Twilight leapt to defend him, Hyrule still dragging him away.
Sky leapt forward, then cried out as the Master Sword fell from his grip, sparking as she was about to be used against one of her own. Wind took the opportunity to tackle him, and Legend watched blankly as the sailor wrestled Sky’s pouch away from him so he couldn’t grab any more weapons.
“Don’t hurt them!” Wind cried out, still struggling with Sky, “they’re not themselves!”
“Keep them away from Legend!” Twilight shouted as he crossed swords with Warriors, the captain swinging his blade with fierce strokes.
Hyrule nodded, and blocked a slew of arrows from plunging into Legend’s chest, then yanked him behind his back as he avoided a huge swing from Time.
“You’ve betrayed us all!” Time spat, and Hyrule crossed blades with him, nearly driven to his knees by the force of it. “You’re nothing but a false hero, poisoning the land with your lies!”
The words were like a knife, and Legend could only watch in blank shock, stunned as Hyrule struggled against Time, as Twilight and Warriors still fought against each other, Wind nearly getting punched in the face by Sky while Four tried desperately to get close enough to Wild to stop him from sniping them all down—
“Legend! Snap out of it!” Hyrule shouted as he somehow managed not to be lopped in two by another of Time’s swings. “You’re going to get killed, wake up!”
He wasn’t sure if it was the phrase or the desperation in Hyrule’s voice, but Legend finally snapped into action, firmly shaking himself. You can freak out later when half of your team isn’t trying to kill you!
Legend dove for his gilded sword, but hissed at the warning spark he felt as he grabbed it. Sometimes he forgot his blade was another version of the Master Sword, upgraded and changed, but at times like these it was impossible.
I’m not going to hurt them, I’m only defending myself, he begged as it got hotter, still stubbornly holding on even as his hands began to burn. Please, you know I’m not!
The hilt scorched his hands, and Legend was forced to shove it into its sheathe, grabbing in his pouch for a backup sword. Before he could though, something swung towards him, and he only barely got his shield up in time to block it.
The strike threw him to the ground for the second time today, and Legend nearly had the breath knocked out of him. His eyes widened as Wild raised a claymore of some kind to strike him with, and he just barely managed to roll out of the way of another hit.
“Champion I don’t want to have to hurt you,” he gritted out, but Wild didn’t reply.
His face was eerily closed-off as he tried to hit him, strikes almost clinically precise. Legend had to dodge all over the place, and he still got a shallow cut on his arm. Not to mention his hands were smarting from trying to use the gilded sword, and every time a hit rang out against his shield, he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out.
Wild swung again, and Legend gritted his teeth and used his backup sword to shove the champion backwards, then grabbed for his ice rod again. His aching fingers closed around it, but then he felt his entire body freeze in place, yellow shining in his vision.
He couldn’t move. He couldn’t defend himself. He couldn’t do anything, and he suddenly realized that Wild must have used the stasis rune on his slate on him.
No, no no no no no—
Before he could panic too much, the magic broke, and Legend stumbled, thrown off-balance. He looked around in surprise, then saw Four standing next to him, having frozen Wild’s feet to the ground with Legend’s own dropped ice rod.
He could only stare at him for a second, and startled as Four yanked him behind his shield, blocking the arrows Wild was shooting at them again.
“Should have gotten his arms too,” he cursed, then turned towards Legend. “Vet, they’re all after you, you need to go find that wizzrobe and beat it. That should break the magic, I think it’s our best bet. We can keep them all busy while you go.”
“But— you’re outnumbered,” Legend said a bit hysterically, his panic over the whole situation starting to come back, “not in numbers but skill, have you ever seen Sky and the captain duel? Not to mention the old man, he could probably take on all of you at once—”
Four put a hand on his arm, and gave him a small smile as he raised his sword.
“I can get us some more help. But you need to go.”
Legend swallowed, but he knew Four was right, and gave him a nod as he grabbed his ice rod and bolted in the direction he’d last seen the wizzrobe.
He suddenly felt like he was eleven again.
He caught sight of Hyrule as he ran, the traveler using his magic to stay away from Time’s deadly swings. He had blood on his leg, but his face was as determined as ever, and he firmly blocked Time from following when the older hero saw Legend running away.
“Coward!” he heard shouted behind him, but Legend kept running despite the sting it left in his chest.
He bolted past Twilight, who had an arrow in his arm and multiple other injuries, but was continuing to fight anyway, blocking Warriors’ strikes with a grieved look, almost like he’d been forced to do this before. Wind was still wrestling with Sky, fists flying as the Skyloftian tried desperately to get his weapons back, but Wind was determined to keep him down.
Every instinct of Legend’s was screaming at him to turn around and fight, help his friends, his brothers, he had so many items that could help them— but he forced himself to continue, ignoring a pained cry when he heard it.
Legend was smart enough to realize the only way they would all get out of this alive would be if he broke the curse. They couldn’t stand against some of the best fighters of their group forever— it was only a matter of time before someone was seriously hurt.
But no matter how many times he told himself that, it still felt like he was abandoning them.
This is the only way to help right now. You’re not leaving them, you’re doing what needs to be done.
If you stayed here, you would only make their job more difficult.
Legend searched desperately through the trees for a flash of purple, hoping desperately the wizzrobe was still in the area.
He had no way of knowing if he was looking in the right spot or not. For all he knew, the wizzrobe was long gone, but he kept looking, even as the clashing of swords still rang in his ears, and a scream that sounded a bit like Four echoed nearby.
Legend bit down on his lip so hard he tasted blood, and ignored the stinging that had started up in his eyes as he searched.
The others were back there somewhere, fighting against their brothers, risking their lives, all for him, to keep him safe, and he’d frozen and barely helped them and now he couldn’t even find the stupid wizzrobe.
“Come on! Come out and fight me!” he screamed, voice breaking a little. “Are you afraid? Because you better be!”
A giggle flitted through the trees, and Legend shot a blast of ice out, the laughter only growing.
Purple weaved through the foliage, and Legend shot another blast out, obviously missing due to the giggle he overheard. He knew his emotions were making him sloppy, and Legend forced himself to steady his hand. He breathed out, lowering his weapon and acting as if he was unaware of where the wizzrobe was.
Come on, take the bait...
A giggle erupted in his face, and Legend thrust out his ice rod, making the wizzrobe scream as it was launched backwards. It fell to the ground, stuck solidly in a chunk of ice, and Legend pulled out his fire rod, prepared to burn it to a crisp.
Then something hit him in the side, and he went flying, crying out as he fell to the grass.
His side ached where he’d been hit, and before he could move, what felt like a foot stepped down on his chest, pressing against his doubtlessly bruised ribs and stopping him from getting up. Legend opened his eyes and saw Warriors staring silently down at him, sword raised to pierce him through.
Somehow he’d gotten past the others.
“Wars— Warriors don’t,” Legend choked out, struggling to catch his breath. “Link, please I’m not your enemy!”
“You’re a traitor,” Warriors said in a cold voice, still not blinking. He had blood running down his face from a cut over his eye, but his face showed no sign of pain. “My orders are clear.”
“Captain wake up!” Legend shouted, terror rising in his throat. “You’re not yourself, you’d never hurt any of us, snap out of it!”
Warriors didn’t react in the slightest, and raised his sword.
Legend felt a burst of panic, and he shot his arm out, feeling desperately for where he’d dropped his fire rod. If he could just kill the wizzrobe, Warriors would wake up, the spell would break—
Warriors’ sword went down as Legend’s fingers closed around his rod, and he shot a desperate plume of flame towards the dazed wizzrobe.
The fire hit it right as Warriors’ sword buried itself in his middle, and Legend’s scream mixed with the wizzrobe’s, hot agony slicing into his chest. The sword was pulled out again only seconds later, but then Warriors stumbled back, the weapon dropping from his hands.
Legend barely noticed, trying not to scream again as the sword fell to the ground beside him, already feeling blood start to dampen his tunic.
Okay, okay okay easy, you’ve been stabbed before, no big deal. Just because Warriors was who did it doesn’t change a thing, put pressure on it, you need to put pressure—
His chest burned and Legend couldn’t hold back a cry, taking thick breaths through his nose.
Goddesses please, not like this, he’ll never forgive himself.
“L-Legend?” Warriors said dizzily, shaking his head as he tried to clear it. He put a hand to his forehead, and blinked several times, wiping blood from his face with a confused look. “Vet, what...”
Then his eyes focused, and he noticed the stab wound in his chest.
“LEGEND!”
Warriors dropped to his knees beside him, and Legend couldn’t help but jerk away from him, nearly shrieking as the captain immediately pressed his hands to his middle, trying to stem the flow.
“Legend don’t move, what happened how did this...”
Warriors trailed off as his gaze landed on his bloodied sword, and every bit of color drained from his face as he recognized it as his own.
“Legend?” he said shakily, and Legend swallowed, unable to stop himself from meeting his eyes.
A sword was abruptly pressed to Warriors’ neck, and Legend watched dizzily as Twilight forced the captain back, the look in his eyes equally furious and horrified. Warriors jerked like he wanted to go back to Legend, but he raised his arms in surrender, and moved back as Hyrule dropped to his side. More of the Links rushed into the clearing around Legend, but Warriors only had eyes for him, confusion and horror shining bright.
Hyrule’s hands pressed against his middle, and Legend sucked in another trembling breath.
“It— it’s gone,” he stuttered, and felt something warm slip past his lips. Oh that’s not good. “Wizzrobe— he’s not— not g-gonna—”
“Don’t talk Legend, you’ll be fine,” Hyrule said firmly, and Legend wasn’t sure if he imagined the tremble in his voice or not. “Just stay awake, okay? I’m gonna fix you up.”
Hyrule moved a careful hand around his chest, feeling at the injury, and Legend tensed, hissing through his teeth. Someone’s hand touched his head, and he flinched, choking as something moved in his middle.
The cold he’d been trying to ignore was growing closer now, nipping at his extremities, trying to suck him down. Legend firmly ignored the feeling, despite how easy it would be to sink into it, and focused on Hyrule’s face, blearily realizing there was blood on his shoulder. He wondered who had done that to him.
The pressure on his chest abruptly increased, and Legend couldn’t muffle his scream, so many sensations hitting him that his brain couldn’t even process it.
Then something began to trickle through his middle, something that warmed the cold that had been falling over him. Warmth blossomed in his chest, different from the hot blood that had been trickling across it, and Legend exhaled, relaxing slightly as Hyrule’s magic wove through him.
Once he could focus enough to realize Hyrule was still healing him, he reached down and grabbed his wrist, giving him a look.
“I’m good, don’t overextend yourself,” he said a little shakily, and he cut Hyrule off when he went to argue. “You already used a lot of magic, I saw you.”
“You lost a lot of blood,” Hyrule retorted.
“Well I’m not the only one who’s going to need healing,” Legend said more quietly, and Hyrule stopped, the glow fading from his hands.
Twilight appeared in his vision then, arrow still jutting from his arm, and he scanned Legend’s bloodstained middle in silence. Then he met Legend’s gaze, looking much older then he normally did.
“You definitely got the wizzrobe?” he asked seriously, and Legend nodded, his eyes suddenly heavy with exhaustion.
“It’s dead. The spell broke the moment I got it,” he said in a quiet voice. “They won’t... they’re safe.”
Oh gods I hope they are.
Twilight exhaled, and nodded, putting a hand on Legend’s arm.
“Okay. Try and get some rest, Veteran. We’ll handle things.”
“Take the literal arrow out of your arm first,” he muttered back, and a faint smile pulled at Twilight’s lips.
“We’re working on fixing everyone up. Rest. We can... we’ll figure all of this out later,” Twilight said quietly, glancing behind him at something. Legend followed his gaze, and saw Warriors sitting on a log, staring silently at the blood on his hands.
The others who’d been affected by the wizzrobe were nearby, and Sky looked like he was trying to talk to the captain, but Legend looked away as Hyrule began to bandage his middle.
Traitor!
Legend closed his eyes, and tried not to listen to any of the voices that still rang around his head, or focus on the horrified look of Warriors’ that was still seared into his mind.
He didn’t want to think about it. Any of it.
#sorry Legend#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu legend#lu hyrule#lu warriors#lu chain#whumptober#whumptober 2023#day 4#shock#I see the danger it’s written there in your eyes#writing from the floor#tw blood#tw injury#tw violence#I think that’s it#whew#so yeah I’ll continue this another day don’t worry#we’ll have some nice fallout from all this... >:)
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I need to rant about the Fallout show
Because this is the person I am. Full spoilers, so I’m putting it behind a Keep Reading:
I’m a huge sucker for Fallout (yes even 3&4). And I went into the Fallout show with some… trepidation. Amazon has been a mixed bag on adaptations, we could have been blessed with a Good Omens, or cursed by a Rings of Power. But early buzz and reviews seemed positive, so I slammed the whole thing in one night with my spouse (we were staying at my in-laws house and they have Prime. Time was a factor.)
And y’know? I was really enjoying it! The characters were fun, the plot was engaging enough, and the costumes and visual design were extremely on point. There were some minor lore quibbles to be had: Ghouls needing some kind of medicine to not go feral. Really, more Enclave holdouts? Timeline and date whoopsies. Wait are they in California? Where the hell is the NCR?
I made a face at Shady Sands being bombed and the NCR collapsing. But I wasn’t completely out of the story. Based on what I had seen so far, I thought it was building to a reveal that the Brotherhood had done it. That the more zealous turn they took in Fallout 4, which has clearly carried to how they are portrayed in the show, lead them to bombing the NCR. War never changes, as they say. Maximus even says when asked what happened to Shady Sands: “The same thing that always happens.” Yeah, it leans into Bethesda’s weird desire to keep the Fallout world in a state of perpetual wastelands full of raiders and no civilization, but it wasn’t so terrible that I couldn’t still enjoy the show.
But then.
BUT THEN.
Episode 8, and the reveal of Vault-Tec apparently being the ones who dropped the first bomb in the Great War.
I was surprised to hear that some fans have apparently been debating over who fired first? Some even asked Tim Cain about it?
That’s really odd to me because, in the games, there is already a pretty definitive answer to which side sparked the Great War:
Who fucking cares?
The world ended. What does it matter who shot first?
There is no China, no United States, no communists or capitalists left to fight about it.
It's a powerful little bit of lore.
For all the posturing, all the promises from each nation that their way is the true way, all the nationalism, the militarism, and blind loyalty to flags over humanity, they both lost. Everyone lost. All that remains of the ideologies and nations that were so important to the people of 2077 is faint echoes over vast expanses of radioactive ash.
Who started the end?
No one knows. No one cares.
It only matters that their conflict was so bitter, so all-consuming, that one of them dropped their bombs, and the other dropped theirs in return.
The truest legacy of the old world is the devastation left by their final, most horrific war.
Can we do better?
Then the show says "Nah, Vault-Tec did it. It's not a commentary on human nature and the futility of self-destructive conflict, it was actually these guys, these mustache twirling villains huddled in a darkened room literally plotting to end the whole world so they can rule what's left."
And I can see the attempt to make this a critique of capitalism. I actually paused the show to praise a bit of writing when Coop is talking with Charlie before the war, when Charlie tells him that the “cattle ranchers are in charge” to illustrate how capitalism and corporations hold too much sway over the government, it felt very in line with how in New Vegas one of the recurring critiques of the NCR is that all the real power is in the hands of the “brahmin barons.” Nice parallel, spot on!
But “we’ll set off total thermonuclear war so we can rule the ashes and have a True Monopoly” isn’t capitalism. It’s just dumb “we’re the baddies” writing.
And then Shady Sands was also Vault-Tec?! Forget any meaning in the NCR falling to the same corruption and/or factional fighting that consumed the old world, they were literally just bombed by the evil shadow conspiracy that apparently also killed the old world. Hank gives this speech about factions fighting and the futility of it all while we see the Brotherhood fighting Moldaver’s NCR remnant, and like, no! You can’t say that when you’ve made it so neither the old world or the NCR fell to war with another faction! It was you! You and your band of cryogenic supervillains!
I don't care that they changed it. Timelines and dates and little retcons don’t bother me all that much. I care that they changed it to something so much worse.
#fallout#fallout tv show#fallout spoilers#nerdy rant about shit that doesn't actually matter but has been stewing in my head for a week now
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Friends. How’s everyone doing? The holidays are behind us, spring awaits.
It’s been a special kind of challenge here. We’ve had some ups and downs with my dad. With all his treatments and medication shuffles, his cortisol level plummeted. He’s had all the symptoms of low cortisol - depression, anxiety, fatigue, brain fog, inability to handle stressful situations, lack of focus. With the chemo, it’s hard to know which is coming from what honestly. Then with them increasing cholesterol medications and anti-depressants, him having joint pains, muscle aches, him having suicidal thoughts and crying jags that are so out of character, it’s been a tremendous stress and fear.
Glad to have a hopeful resolution and doctors who are paying attention. So. Watching such a strong and powerful man struggle, it’s humbling. In a way I can’t put into words. Too though, it’s coming up on a year without mom. Their house had a water leak that caused us to have to clear out mom’s clothes and such. Her dog passed. His shop roof has had some leaking that the company sent to fix it has been sluggish in doing so, which has lead to now more needed work. His side effects from the medications/hormone imbalance, has left him not getting out much, no motivation, in pain. So many factors, it’s been a course for sure finding our way to answers. Keep us in your thoughts as we navigate these times.
We had the difficult conversation to ascertain if he was thinking of hurting himself, had a plan. It was actually hubs who asked him flat out. I’m so lucky to have such an amazing man as my partner. Dad said he doesn’t have a plan and he made a pact with us, because of our kids, so, we will be close.
Too, this has brought my brother and I back into alignment. The estate is settled. He and I are talking daily. It’s been a tremendous support. A relief. We both have talked about how we want to have a relationship despite our differences, and it’s best case scenario. Fingers crossed.
Work is well. I’m in a stage of really enjoying my work and colleagues. There have been some salary adjustments that put us in a comfortable position where so many I know are not. Hubs too had a long overdue adjustment that rewards his long hours and efforts. Feeling so fortunate. Proud of how far we’ve come, not just financially and professionally, those are nice accomplishments too though.
C and I have it feels, evolved? Question for my long term committed relationship peeps, is this something you also feel you do as you grow together? Level up? Become closer through trials or talking, laughing? It keeps sneaking up on me, how much I have, with this marriage. That I chose well and we BOTH prioritize supporting one another and our family/relationship. It’s beautiful.
The kids are good. We had the magical snowpocalyse here. Since last week, it has literally rained EVERYDAY and gone from being ice and below 20 for a week to 60s and showers. Typical Tennessee weather. We could still have another couple rounds of winter. Guess we’ll see. School is back in and the yearly testing required of students is ongoing. It makes me nervous because the age group J falls in has had a lot of fallout because of delays with Covid. He’s worked so hard and did tutoring last year, I feel he has it in the bag, this mom ‘stress’ where you are constantly thinking and worrying is just another level of it all I suppose.
Valentines is coming up friends. What are your plans? Do you celebrate? We’ll be doing our tradition of making shepherds pie together. Also bought Lilith mommy and me dresses - she’s been asking and while I feel a bit silly, I think she will be so excited.
//C bought a pickle rick for his office.
//Our elderly cat has come out of her self imposed seclusion in the upstairs and is hanging in our room with one of our other cats and the kids. It’s been fun. We’ve had her 15 years? She was a rescue from Cs job parking lot.
//we took the kids for sushi and even though they didn’t love it. The chopsticks were a hit.
//Lilith is in an obsessive mommy snuggle/need stage. I’m working to enjoy this time as I know it will pass.
//busted my ass chasing c when he took off the the frosting for some cupcakes the kid and I made. I slipped on a pad for our old girl (doggo) Luna, and hit the footboard of the bed hardcore. Funny story, I’ll share one of these days. Nothing is broke so, win?
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FALLOUT (TV SERIES, 2024): Episode Five
Feel free to edit the sentences, places, pronouns, etc, as you need.
NSFW TW: Mentions of violence, drugs, cannibalism
“I thought I was dead meat.”
“Wait, you should brand me.”
“Don’t leave me in here!”
“I kill you! I swear I’ll kill you.”
“That was you, right? Back in [location]?”
“Please, can you please let me out.”
“Believe me, I really want to trust you, but I’ve had a rough week.”
“Hey, you’ve got radiation sickness.”
“You can have it if you let me out.”
“I really want to believe you but practically every person I’ve met out here has tried to kill me, so.”
“Listen, hey, if you don’t get this medicine, you’re gonna pass out, okay? And if you lose consciousness, we’re both gonna die.”
“Trust me, please. Please.”
“I’ve seen these in old engineering manuals, but never in real life.”
“Look, you could have been lying about the medicine, and you weren’t. And you could have killed me when I collapsed back there, and… You didn’t.”
“I get that trust doesn’t come easy here, but you can trust me.”
“I’m from a place where the worst someone can do to you is forget to say thank you.”
“Sounds like a nice way to live.”
“I just feel that in times of crisis, you need someone with experience.”
“Hey, its your vote, no hard feelings.”
“Oh, who am I kidding.”
“Hey, can I ask you for a favor?”
“Also, you thought you would just show up to a warlord with no armor, and no help, and just expect them to hand over a hostage to you?”
“Okay, uh, I think we’re all feeling some tension. Yeah? A little stress? Uh, so why don’t we all take a deep breath?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“We already said we don’t have any weapons.”
“You’ve been shot.”
“It’s just a scratch, happens all the time.”
“What’s a Fiend?”
“It’s people who eat people.”
“I hate it here.”
“I don’t know why, they just do.”
“If it’s not at all worrisome, then why are we whispering?”
“Gee, I don’t know.”
“Maybe the mashed potatoes were a little better.”
“Must be true then.”
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, it didn’t work out.”
“It’s the same thing that always happens. Everyone wants to save the world, they just disagree on how.”
“I wonder if anyone survived.”
“This is more than just a graze.”
“We are the lucky ones, we are the light burning in the darkness.”
“Find anything interesting?
“It’s okay, we’ll be alright.”
“What is this place?”
“We’re in the best place in the world, we’re in a vault.”
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Since we are definitely reaching the final climax of the Todoroki Family Saga in Chapter 390, looking back 100 chapters ago at Chapter 290 how satisfying was Dabi's Dance knowing everything we know now?
I love Endeavor as a character study, but I couldn't be the only one to feel happy when he got pushed into a corner by Dabi and saw him pathetically apologize to his family while crying.
I hope Shoto saves his family in time.
Well, that’s a tricky question. I mean if you’re asking for the entire fallout of 290, we’re talking about over a quarter of the series at this point. Lots to go over my thoughts on.
Thinking about it, I think I can confidently say a lot about Dabi himself was quite satisfying. I mean, I don’t like his mental deterioration, but then he might actually be fighting through that in this chapter, we’ll have to see. But other than that, it was great to get such insight into his character; I mean yeah we already assumed some of it was true in our fanon, but some of it was genuinely new info on him. And I found it neat how that was reflected in him being more close & open with the League post-reveal, an aspect to him I feel is easy to forget when we talk about his family so much lately.
Endeavor…it would be polite to call him a mixed bag. I liked him being treated as being in the wrong, as the one responsible for fixing this, and vindictively I liked when he's shown pathetically as you described. I also like that his family hasn’t really forgiven him at all, they just expect him to help save Touya; kind of using him the way he used them.
That said it was already laborious to sit through his pity parties before 290, and that has not improved. Also the idea he’s expected to make up for his mistakes is really hurt by how little he's really done. He dodged his responsibility so much in that time for the AFO fight (which he really wasn’t needed for) that in 100 chapters he’s said one (1) nice thing to Touya, “I don’t want you to die,” and that’s it, that’s how much he’s personally made up for things with Touya. (Unless you count literally looking in his direction.)
Shoto; I still don’t think is ready to save Touya. He’s only thinking about one of his brother’s issues & he’s not very sympathetic to him on it because of how much of a villain he’s been. I mostly feel bad for him, for being put in this situation having to clean up the his dad put the family in; specifically because I don’t think he’s as well equipped to do that as everyone around him thinks he is. He can stop the bomb, yeah, but he doesn't seem ready to reach his brother. (Incidentally may I direct everyone to my part 2 theory again?)
And I guess to end on my overall thoughts on the plotline: I do overall like it, even if some aspects of it feel off or rub me the wrong way. Mainly because I approach it from the angle of Dabi, who has become such a great character through it; and I was already a big fan to begin with. But I'm just not convinced it's ready for its climax as you describe when his relationship with his family is still so rocky that 'Mr. Closed-Off' here might be closer & more accepted in the League right now. So there's some dissonance there for me I'm not sure what to do with.
Eh, I'll figure it out as the plot develops further.
#ask & reply#bnha#dabi#touya todoroki#league of villains#lov#paranormal liberation front#PLF#enji todoroki#anti endeavor#shoto todoroki#class 1a#I feel like I haven't gotten half my thoughts on the Todo plot out here;#But I like to answer asks moderately swiftly when I can so it'll do.
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Mother in Law Hell: A Drabble Me This Story
Series: Drabble Me This
Fandom: The Royal Romance
Pairings for series: Riley x Liam
Rating: R
Warnings for this chapter: Language
Word Count: 2,154 Once again, I have way exceed the word count for a drabble. Sorry/not sorry lol.
A/N: This is in no way designed to start an argument about bottle v breast feeing. The main problem here is Riley, as the mother, getting her wishes ran over.
My other stuff: Master List.
@twinkleallnight:
The ask: Riley and Liam marry. Connie dies... But Regina who has been so supportive till now starts playing double game with Riley. Riley tries to tell Liam. He doesn't understand. Creates lot of misunderstanding between them leading to the fallout. How do they fix it?
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Riley had always gotten along with Regina, but something changed after Constantine died. Regina grieved for a while, as was expected. So, Riley let a lot of the barbs and snide comments slide, chalking it up to grief. It got worse when she got pregnant. And as her belly grew bigger, the barbs got deeper.
“Are you sure you should be eating that my dear?”
Riley paused, sandwich halfway to her mouth and blinked at her mother in law, “What?”
“I mean, is that pastrami?” Regina shuddered a little, “Maybe I can have the kitchen make you a nice salad.”
Regina flagged down one of the maids as Riley protested, “N-no, thanks. The baby needs the protein.”
Regina tsked, “My dear, I’m just trying to help! You’ve gained so much weight! I mean, really, is that any way to keep the eye of a king? I never let my figure go, not in all the years Constantine and I were together.”
Riley sat the sandwich on her plate as she stared at the older woman in shock, “Regina, I’m pregnant!”
“That’s really no excuse to let yourself go, is it?”
Riley’s hand went protectively to her belly, “First of all, I have preeclampsia and half of the weight I’ve gained is retained water! Second of all, my doctor was concerned that I wasn’t gaining enough weight in the first trimester because of how bad my morning sickness was! Third, Liam is a loving and devoted husband, and your insinuation is just gross! And fourth, seriously, weight shaming, especially a pregnant woman, is just…just….”
“What’s going on?” Liam asked as he entered the room.
“I was just having a snack and Regina started trying to body shame me about my weight!”
“What?” Liam looked at Regina then back to Riley in confusion.
“Oh, dear, no. I was just giving her some tips on healthy eating. I only want the best for the baby, after all!”
“No, that’s not-“
“It’s ok, dear,” Regina patted her arm on her way out of the room, “It’s the pregnancy hormones that make you overly sensitive!”
“Liam! She was being horrible! You believe me, right?”
Liam looked at his wife sympathetically, “Of course I believe that she hurt your feelings! But I’m sure she didn’t mean to! She can be…brusque from her years of ruling.”
“Yes, but her suggestions weren’t even right! She criticized my food choices and said I was letting myself go!”
“She doesn’t understand, she never experienced pregnancy herself. We’ll get her some literature about healthy eating during pregnancy if you want.”
She looked up at him and he was so sincere, she decided to let it go. Maybe he was right. Regina was trying to be involved, right? But shouldn’t a former queen have more tact? Riley couldn’t push away the feeling that she’d been cruel on purpose.
“Hey.” Liam sat down and pulled her into his arms, “How about I have the kitchen make you a chocolate milkshake? You love those! And it’s full of protein! Then maybe we can sneak off to our room for a midafternoon rendezvous? Hmmm?”
She giggled as his nose nuzzled into her neck, letting go of her ire. It would be okay.
But it wasn’t. It only got worse after the birth of the baby.
Riley returned from the hospital to find their apartment inside the palace had been redecorated, with hideous paintings that looked like they had been molding in the attic for years.
Regina was waiting for them when they entered the living room, “Welcome home!”
“What the hell happened in here?” Riley asked.
“Oh, I wanted to surprise you!”
“But…where is my stuff?” Riley had worked hard to decorate the apartment, to make it feel like home, a true retreat for their family, a place to get away from the palace and the demands of public life.
“Oh, it’s in storage, but I’m going to have it hauled away. It was so tacky, don’t you think? You’re a mother now, you need to think about the fact that you’re raising the heir! These portraits are our history! You won’t be able to teach her what she needs to know because you aren’t from here, so I thought this would be a good start!”
“Liam!”
Liam embraced her, “Here, let’s get you settled in. We can sort this out later.”
“The bedroom, Liam, I want to go to the bedroom.” She was shaking with anger, no way she could sit in that living room while Regina was still in it.
“She meant well.” Liam told her.
“No, she didn’t. Get rid of her and get rid of that shit on my walls! I want my decorations back, Liam, the ones you and I picked together!”
“Of course, love.”
“And you need to tell her to stop overstepping boundaries!”
“I think she just wants to be involved. She’s still grieving my father, she never had children of her own, Leo is gone, we’re all she has.”
“She has Madeleine and Adelaide!” Riley fumed, “Let her go stay in Krona!”
“Riley! We can’t send her away! We’re her family!”
Once again, Riley was forced to let it go.
But the final straw came when Riley woke from a nap to find Regina feeding the two month old crown princess of Cordonia from a bottle.
“I thought we were out of expressed milk.” Riley said.
Regina rolled her eyes, “Oh dear, I don’t think she’s gaining enough weight on your milk. You’re too sickly and weak, you’re not strong like a Cordonian woman. I sent the butler out for some formula.”
“What?! No! You know that we’re exclusively breastfeeding!” Riley felt tears prick her eyes.
“Well, that’s your mistake dear. It’s why she’s not sleeping through the night. She needs something more substantial in her stomach.”
Riley’s eyes tracked across the counter, landing on a box of baby rice cereal, “Did you put cereal in that bottle?”
“Just a tablespoonful. You can thank me when she sleeps through the night.”
“Get out!”
“What?”
“Put my baby down and Get. Out. NOW!” Riley roared.
Regina jumped, Ellie started to cry.
“See what you’ve done, you selfish little bitch?” Regina hissed, “All you care about is yourself! That’s why you came between Liam and his father at the end of his life! My husband was dying but did you care? No! All you cared about was casting him as the bad guy to clear your own name so you could manipulate Liam into marrying you!”
“What?”
“You heard me! You came in here with all your American ideas and modern values and seduced him with sex and inappropriate behavior! You’re not fit for the throne, and you’re not fit for my son! He’ll see that soon and send you packing back to America!”
Riley couldn’t stop the hot, angry tears streaming down her face as she stumbled to the door and yanked it open, “Marco!”
“Yes, Your Majesty?” The young guard looked tentatively back and forth between the women.
“I want her to put my daughter down then I want her out of my sight, and I never want her back in here! I don’t care if you have to lock her in the cells to do it!”
Marco took in the sight in front of him and resolve washed over his face as he moved toward the queen mother. He knew who he worked for, and it wasn’t Regina.
“No need to be so dramatic.” Regina handed the baby to the nanny who had come running at the sound of crying. “I’ll go. But Liam will be hearing about this!”
After Regina was escorted out, Riley took her baby from the nanny, kissing the top of her head as she gently rocked her, “It’s ok, it’s ok, baby, momma’s so sorry she yelled.”
“I’m so sorry, Your Majesty, I didn’t know-“
“It’s not your fault, Callie.” Riley sniffed, “Just, go get Marco for me, okay?”
Callie left the room and returned with Marco. The young guard asked, “Is there something else I can do for you, Your Majesty?”
“Yes, there is. I need you to send a message to my husband and then I need you to send up several butlers and a couple of maids right away.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Marco replied as he backed out of the room to do her bidding.
As soon as he could get free, the king responded to his wife’s summons.
Liam walked into mass chaos.
Riley’s breasts ached; Ellie wouldn’t latch on. Riley’s breasts were so full she couldn’t get the pump to form a seal so there was no relief to be found there. Ellie was screaming because her tummy hurt, she was pulling her little legs up, grunting in an effort to poop. The royal doctor had just left, saying Ellie was constipated from the cereal and to try a little apple juice in a bottle, but diluted because her digestive system really wasn’t ready for that either. Riley was leaking milk from both sides and crying from pain, frustration and anger. Her face was red and streaked with tears, the front of her shirt was soaked as rivulets of milk ran from both breasts.
There were two maids scurrying around the apartment and three butlers carrying luggage and baby items from the bedroom and nursery out the door.
Even the nanny was crying.
“What the hell is going on?” Liam exploded.
Riley wiped her face on her sleeve and stood, “What’s happening is that Regina did it again, Liam, only a thousand times worse and I already know that you’re going to excuse her behavior no matter what I say! Even though I have witnesses!” She swung her arm in the nanny’s direction.
“Why are the butlers taking luggage and baby equipment out of here?” He demanded as his head turned to track their activities.
“Ellie and I are going to stay at Valtoria.” Riley said sorrowfully.
“For how long?” He yelled.
“Forever.” She replied quietly, her voice rising steadily as she spoke, “You dismiss all my concerns when it comes to Regina! You don’t listen, you don’t believe me that what she does is intentionally mean! I can’t take it anymore! I won’t put my child through it!”
“Wait.” Liam’s face paled, “You’re…you’re leaving me?”
“Yes. I love you, Liam, desperately. You are welcome at Valtoria anytime, but I can’t and won’t spend one more night under the same roof as Regina.”
Desperation laced his words, “Riley, no! You can’t leave me!”
“You can just spin it as me wanting some alone time with the baby. I’m sure the PR department will come up with something believable, so your public image isn’t tarnished.”
Liam’s mouth fell open, “You think I’m worried about my public image?”
She wiped at her face again, “Aren’t you?”
“No!” He grabbed her by the shoulders, “I’m worried about losing my wife! I love you, Riley, with everything in me! I can’t live without you! I don’t want any of this without you! I’ll abdicate right now and fuck Cordonia all to hell!”
“Liam, you can’t abdicate, that’s crazy talk!”
He slid down to his knees, right in front of the staff, taking her hand in his, “Please don’t do this!”
“I don’t want to!” Fresh tears fell down her face, “But I don’t know what else to do!”
His features hardened as he rose to his feet, “I do.”
Liam raised his voice, “Everyone stop! Alec! Marco! Get in here!”
All activity ceased as the king barked orders, “Put everything back where you found it! The queen is not leaving, my daughter is not leaving!”
He watched as the staff scurried around, carrying luggage and baby items back into the bedroom and nursery, then he turned to the two guards he had summoned, “Go find Regina, and escort her from the premises.”
“Your Majesty?”
“You heard me. Take her to Krona, or wherever she wants to go, but she can’t stay here. We’ll send her things later, wherever she ends up. Go! Now!”
The guards jumped and hurried out the door to carry out their orders.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what she did?”
“Doesn’t matter.” He took her in his arms again, “You wouldn’t be this upset for nothing. I’m sorry I didn’t listen before, didn’t take it seriously. I need you to know that no one is more important to me than you and our family. Okay?”
She smiled through her tears as she nodded, “Okay.”
“I love you, Riley Rys, you’re my life, my heart! Can you ever forgive me?”
“I forgive you, Liam! You were just trying to be a good son.”
“I’d rather be a good husband, and a good father. I know where my priorities are.”
She collapsed into his arms and cried tears of relief.
Riley never saw Regina again and she lived happily ever after.
#drabble me this#angelasscribbles#trr#choices#the royal romance#the royal romance fanfic#choices stories you play#liam rys#choices fic writers creations#cfwc fics of the week#mother in law
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saturday again no problem (a tuesdaypost retrospective)
sort of mixed feelings about this one bc, as we have previously chatted about, the august 2021-august 2022 period was one of the worst twelve-month periods of my life.
however! this year brought like six new tuesdaypost initiatives from other people (please shout at me in the comments or by DM bc my brain is broken and i don't remember all of you) and i DO want to take a look back at some media i enjoyed.
the normal format + some misc. stats below
listening
here are all the tuesdaysongs plus Permanent Peace by Jack de Quidt, who is not on spo/tify. this year gave me albums by: joywave, alt-j, unloved, scene queen, new doja cat, a bunch of junie and the hutfriends singles, and the gleeful insanity of the mcr tour. VERY good musical year imo
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reading
this historically has been one of the more fallow categories, bc there is a level of background pain where it is quite difficult for me to read and viddy gaem is a better distraction.
could have sworn i read three cowboy novelizations this year but i can only find evidence that i read the sabata and red river novelizations. i have mixed feelings about the execution of Tom Lin's The Thousand Crimes of Ming Tsu and Silvia Moreno-Garcia's Gods of Jade and Shadow but do not regret reading either.
no particular comics or manga stand out in my fallible, forgettable brain this year. i am excited for the ongoing light novel and manga adaptation of Otherside Picnic but that's just from watching the anime
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watching
happy that letterboxd is doing part of the thing i wanted (getting me to watch more movies) deeply annoyed i have fallen into the trap i was afraid of. this trap is: I Want To Make The Number Go Up and am now reluctant to watch tv bc i can't log it on letterboxd and it doesn't "count". fucking hate to gamify my own leisure like this!!!!
the very good thing about letterboxd is that my friends have excellent taste, and letterboxd reminds me which of the eight billion django knockoffs i have and have not seen.
GOD was january a good movie month. the below screenshot is movies i watched for the first time this year and really liked/have stuck in my head in some way, and 3/8ths were from january. thank u library streaming service kanopy
see letterboxd has taken such a big chunk of my Moving Images time that it was hard to remember that both peaky blinders and killing eve ended this year!!! and i rewatched several seasons of adventure time! and most of the first season of DS9! and i am now in the process of watching the vampire interview show with my sister!!!
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playing
got a handmedown switch!
this year was mostly big open worlds that didn't require a lot of complex thought from me, or if they did require some puzzle solving it was in really short bursts. lion's share of the hours this year went to fallout 4, breath of the wild, and pokemon scarlet. i really loved junk shop telescope, depanneur nocturne, and card cowboy.
honorary mentions to phone games that kept my anxiety to a low simmer while in a lot of doctor's offices.
game im most hype for is probably the spooky fishing game Dredge, but i don’t think we’ll get that until early 2024. if anyone says the words "fallout 5" next year i will lose my mind bc i would like another one of these stupid motherfuckers before i die.
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making
i think i'm going to mourn the old lair until i die.
i am deeply, deeply unhappy with how this year went both personally and professionally. made an apartment cozy. lost the cozy apartment. cleaned a whole bunch of metal. framed a lot of things. bought a whole bunch of furniture. still have moths.
hate to leave this post on this note however i really should have died twice this year and didn’t. so im trying to be nice to myself about the rest of it.
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47/52 weeks posted
moves: 1 (assisted with two)
recipes failed: many
postcards sent: many
number of 1040s i will receive next month: 4
overnight trips: 2
day trips: 3
covid: +1
serious covid scares: 9
combined hospital and doctor's visits: don't worry about it
number of lamps: also don't worry about it what are you a cop
cats: +1
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Gwikki/Sarnate double date au (based on the KB JH double date in t7s and the drabble from @einsteinsugly )
Sarah was walking into the cafe, hair in beach waves and bangs while twiddling with her fingers. This was the first time she’s ever been on a date and she was super nervous. Her therapist and the group did say that trying a new experience was good and that going on a date with her boyfriend would be nice.
Nate suddenly put his arm around Sarah, making her giggle. He kissed her cheek and they walked to their table to sit. “You look beautiful, beautiful.” Sarah blushed and looked down. “Thanks Nate. You look good too.” The two sat down at the table together and looked at the menu.
Nikki and Gwen showed up and sat on the seats next to them. “Hey guys. Sorry we’re late. There was a lot of traffic.” Gwen said. “It was worth seeing Ms.Runck yell at the drivers.” Nikki chimed in. The waiter came over to their table. “What do you guys want for drinks?” He asked. “Well, I want the kids menu for starters.” Gwen rolled her eyes, “Dude, you’re literally fifteen years old.”
“S-Shut up Gwen. I like their sippy cups.” Nate stammered. Sarah pat his arm and kissed his cheek. The waiter just stood there awkwardly. “So just water?” Sarah turned to the waiter, “I’ll have a glass of strawberry lemonade.” The waiter nodded and turned to Gwen and Nikki. “And you lovely ladies?”
“We’ll have the white wine.” Gwen smiled. The waiter chuckled, “Nice try, but we don’t give alcohol to people under 21. You both can have orange juice in the kids cups along with Nate.” The couple groaned at that. The waiter simply walked away. Gwen turned to Nate, “Why can’t you just order from a glass like a normal teenager?”
“You know I like my sippy cups Gwen!” Nate exclaimed. Gwen groaned, “Why do you keep calling them sippy cups?” Sarah raised an eyebrow, “Are they always like this?” Nikki shrugged, “They’re actually pretty tame now.” They watched the siblings bicker continuously.
Nikki decided to intervene, “Okay guys!” The siblings stopped and turned to her. “Maybe since this is first time Sarah is on a double date with us, we should tell her about us and we can get to know her more. She is Nate’s girlfriend.”
Nate nodded, “Yeah, that’s probably best.” Gwen chimed in, “Yeah. So Sarah, what are you into?” Sarah began squeezing her stress ball to calm her nerves. “Well, I really like watching Disney and reading Star Wars. I play video games all the time and want to major in dance at college.” Nate chuckled and wrapped his arm around her. “Isn’t she amazing?”
“Yeah, makes me wonder why she’s with you.” Gwen remarked. Nikki decided to intervene again to prevent a Runck family bicker fest. “Okay, so now that we know some things about Sarah, why don’t we tell her stuff about us?” Sarah nodded, “Yeah, I know you and Gwen are siblings. And that you and Nikki use to date for a bit.”
“Yeah, but then I almost cheated on her with Leia.” Nate answered. “Wait what?” Sarah knew about some fallout happening between Nikki and Nate, given the way Nikki rebuffed Nate a few months ago and some of the fights she witnessed about Jay and Betsy ‘stabbing’ him in the back for not saying anything. But she didn’t know that was why they broke up.
Nate shook his head, “We didn’t go through with it though. Gwen caught us before I could kiss her.” Nikki chimed in, “Besides, that’s not even that bad compared to how he was before that. I mean he gave me a broken tiara from our trash can.” “Wait what?” Sarah exclaimed. “And he’d never shower and would only wash himself in the pool. Or if our mom forced him to. At least she did until he was 10.”
“Huh?” Sarah was even more confused and was kind of wary. “And he could never spell my name right. And acted like a total tool when he found about me and Gwen.” Sarah’s head began to hurt. “This doesn’t make any sense at all.” Nikki sighed, “It’s water under the bridge. Besides, I have my Funyun by my side.” She said smiling at Gwen. Gwen chuckled and kissed her softly.
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This is a story about my Fallout 4 OC Eiden! In this AU Deacon is a shapeshifter. You could find out more in the ficlets or send me asks. Note that Deacon slaughtered Eiden’s whole family before this point.
Should cover all the backstory of Eiden now!
tw: mentioned minor characters death
There were still times when Deacon saw a kid and felt guilty towards Eiden, and lately, he had been around a certain ten-year-old a lot.
“You know full well my father was cheating, had been cheating, and would have continued to cheat if he’s not dead, D. I had been avoiding talking to him for two years by then. It wasn’t the best thing I could do but hey, at the age of I saw the world more black-and-white-ly than the current me, and I still don’t like him,” Eiden half grinned, and the older man could tell it was of the amused sort. “My mom, though.” The grin faded.
“I—” Deacon tried.
“I used to wear this little sweater she bought,” the younger man cut him off, “it was a nice sweater, soft and warm. Loved it. It was a baby blue colour with some floral patterns. Always thought it was cute. But other boys said it was a girl’s sweater, and thereby call me things. She never let me join UP Deathclaw, wasn’t planning to. My mom.”
Deacon waited for a beat, then said: “I’m sorry.”
“What for? We murdered your wife.”
“You didn’t do anything. You were eleven.”
“You were twenty-six, and I’m alive,” Eiden knocked their shoulder together, and the tension broke.
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Eiden offered to look at Shaun’s programming and inner structure, because several agents, including the tech himself, could swear to whatever’s still up there that the kid has grown. The technician would be the first to admit Railroad couldn’t possibly understand all the Institute technologies in the foreseeable future, but he and Tinker Tom combined together should be able to work something out of the prototype. They needed the kid’s consent, though, and it was a hard issue to address with Shaun. Then Eiden suggested that he could do it.
It wasn’t like Deacon didn’t know where he was coming from, but there was just not a single way to discuss this with Sole without basically recounting his whole life story to them, so that was a hard pass. Eiden gave up without too much fuss.
“But someone has to talk to him,” he said defiantly.
“We’ll talk to Sole,” Deacon promised, “let Nick do it. Let X6 do it. Hell, let Danse do it.”
“Alright, alright, I get the idea,” the boy began to smile.
“We can make dinner for the kid after Danse properly scares him and they both start to cry. Maybe even take him to a toy shop.”
“That’s a bit mean,” and they both started laughing.
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It was probably a bit too mean for Eiden’s good conscience, because he went to Sanctuary Hill the next time Danse came around, brought Shaun lots of little mechanisms and spare parts, and cooked Deathclaw egg omelette and Brahmin steaks for everyone. Danse eyed the food suspiciously while Sole dig in.
“How did you obtain the eggs?” He asked.
“Plasma mines and a stick of dynamite. The rifle wasn’t even much involved,” Eiden shrugged.
“Mmm, it’s good,” said Sole, “so what’s the occasion?”
“I — was bloodthirsty the other day and am in the mood of cooking today?”
“Try again,” Sole suggested.
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Okay, judging by Deacon’s knowledge of how good Eiden could lie, this was planned. Cunning little bastard. Good to have him on his side.
Danse looked sick, and Sole was reassuring him they were going to do it really nicely and gently, also definitely on another day and Danse didn’t even have to do it.
“No actually, I think you could do it,” Eiden said calmly, “Shaun likes you, Danse.”
“I’m not — it’s not — I’m not dealing with my newly revealed identity very well,” said Danse.
“Who is, though.” Some silence. Deacon glanced at the tech. “Seriously, you’re a good person. You’re more than capable to handle yourself. You help people. Who cares about the rest around here? Don’t put yourself into those neat labelled boxes; no one should, with you or to Shaun.”
“What he said,” Deacon added helpfully. Don’t be a hypocrite, he thought very loudly, and thank you.
#fallout oc eiden#deacon fallout 4#fallout 4#deacon#fallout oc#eidentechsupport#my oc#hy writes!#my bullshit#shapeshifter!deacon#yeah this one's not that great but I can't continue
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TES Shiptober- Day 1-3: First Meeting
Hey, happy to be here for some prompts, courtesy of @hombrediablo! For this first prompt, I have three (3!) posts for you all. Probably won’t do that for every one, but this is a nice intro to the 3 Last Dragonborns I play/write. Will there be prompts from other TES games? Maybe! I’d like to bring out my Hero of Kvatch and Nerevarine for this at some point, so fingers crossed! I’m also doing Fallout-tober, so we’ll see how things go. Anyway, onward to the first of my first meetings! This is Besharat and Farkas, my Redguard (and canon) LDB.
Warnings- none
Length- around 500 words
(I don’t have a picture of their first meeting, but this is an early-game one that I really like from Ustengrav)
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I was finally close enough to see what was happening; three humans fighting a giant. I raised my pilfered bow and fired an arrow, praying it would fly true. It did, and hit the creature in the back, stunning it enough for the three to finish it off as I ran to get closer.
“Good shot!” One of the women said as I came up beside them, tossing back her long, red hair. She wore diagonal lines of green paint across her face like slashes, though now split by her smile.
“Yeah, well done!” The second woman, in fur-lined armor, slapped me on the back.
“I just got lucky. Not that I think you three needed help or anything…” I demurred.
“An extra arrow never hurts.” The red-haired woman nodded, as if to dispel any further argument. She pointed her chin in the direction of their third. “And it gave Farkas time to put his sword through the thing and finish it off. You new to these parts?”
“Yeah, actually. I was heading to Whiterun.”
“Well, you’re in the right place. Whiterun’s just up the road.” She pointed to the city that rose up from the plain most impressively. “Now, let’s see if this thing had anything worth taking before we get rid of the body. Give me a hand, Ria.”
The two women went to work. Their companion remained at my side. Tall and broad, he carried a two-handed sword on his back and wore black warpaint around his grey eyes. He cut quite the imposing figure. Or did, until he gave me a friendly smile that made my heart skip a beat. Nord men were proving far too attractive, on the whole.
“That was a good shot. Aela doesn’t say that to just anybody.”
“Thanks. I’m usually more a sword and shield kind of person. I think I just got lucky this time. Farkas, right?”
“Yeah. And you?”
I hesitated. Should I give out my actual name when the Empire might be looking for me? “People…uh, call me Earth-Breaker.”
“Well met, then.”
“You, too. So, what were you three doing fighting a giant, anyway?”
“It was a job. It’s been harassing the farmers out here. We’re part of the Companions.”
“Oh! I’ve heard stories! Your hall has a boat for a roof!”
“That’s the one. When you’re in Whiterun you should come up to Jorrvaskr and see it for yourself.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You look strong. You could come be a Companion!”
“You think so?” I flushed a little, but the idea sent a flood of warmth through my heart.
“Kodlak is the one who figures that out, so talk to him about it when you get there. But I think you’d do good.”
“Thank you. I’d…I’d really like that.”
“Oi, Farkas, come give us a hand!” Ria yelled over. It looked like they had finished whatever they’d been doing and were ready to move the dead giant.
He shrugged. “I guess that’s me.”
“Will you three need help?” I wasn’t sure even three Companions could move such a large corpse by themselves.
“We’ll be fine, don’t worry.” Farkas assured me, gifting me another breathtaking smile.
“Okay. I should probably get going into the city, then. But it was nice to meet you.”
“You too. Maybe I’ll see you again?”
“I hope so.” And I meant it. But then he went off to help his friends, and I was back on the road again. I took a deep breath and muttered to myself as I walked.
“First Ralof and now this one? Morwha preserve me, if all Nord men are this, then I might be in trouble!”
#TESshiptober2022#Skyrim#tes skyrim#tes v#the companions#farkas#aela the huntress#ria skyrim#farkas x besharat#redguard ldb#first meetings#fluff
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3 7 9 and 24 for the Edgy asks, bitte? All three.
[ edgy asks ]
@bleumanouche dankeschön!!💖
3: What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?
Reed: He's self-destructive. He's aware of it, he knows it causes so many issues in his life, he's not going to do anything to improve on it, and he's also not going to stop hanging around his main friends that enable this behavior.
Delta: They're too nice and struggle to say no to people that ask for help. They're very aware of this flaw and they try to set boundaries, but at the end of the day it's just in their nature and it's something they're always going to struggle with.
Mercy: Hubris. She's somewhat aware of it being her main flaw, but I don't think she's aware of the full extent of it - she's aware that her actions in the army, with West-Tek, and later on in the Enclave were deplorable, but she still insists on trying to pick some of those projects back up so she can redirect them and make them beneficial for wastelanders.
7: What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?
Reed: I mean, he was initally created to be used as a pinup model so I could play around with all the slutty little outfit mods so he's changed a lot lmao. Obviously he still gets used for that purpose, but he's also a much more developed character at this point - he has a full backstory and personality, I've got a very detailed timeline established for his FO4 storyline with a potential alternative ending, etc etc - basically he's gone from barbie doll to full blown OC that's been giving me brainrot for the past like.. 6 months. As far as physical changes, he actually hasn't changed much - I've tweaked his hair a bit and I got rid of his little face tattoo, but that's really about it.
Delta: They actually haven’t changed all that much outside of appearance - I wanted them to physically look like Mercy enough to be mistaken for her, but there’s a stark difference in their mannerisms and personalities. The main thing I’ve changed so far has been making them look older to match their physical age, and reworking their synth features to line up more with the gen2 synths and what I think an experimental, in-between gen2 and gen3 synth might look like. I also reworked how I wanted their relationship with Reed to be; initially I wanted them to just be existing and doing their own thing and unintentionally traumatizing Reed every time they run into each other(which is constantly) and making him feel like he's being haunted by someone he thinks is dead, but not having them really interact beyond brief chats here and there like you'd have with the merchants in-game. Then I thought about it more and realized they'd work really well together as friends and that Delta had potential to be a cool companion, so I started going that route instead.
Mercy: well, for starters she’s in fallout instead of red dead now lmao. Anyways, she’s gone from being more of a little freelance vigilante with questionable morals and occult vibes to a full fledged character with an actual personality. I initially had her just as a namedrop in Reed and Delta's backstories, but the more I thought about it the more I was like "what kind of fucked up researcher is going to store their own DNA in the lab they work in, and in a manner that's going to survive 150+ years after a nuclear fallout where it could fall into Institute hands?" and it's spiraled out of control since then.
9: Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?
Reed:
I know who I am when I’m alone / I’m something else when I see you / you don’t understand, you should never know / how easy you are to need / don’t let me in with no intention to keep me
Delta:
and I don’t blame you / if you want to bury me in your memory / I’m not the girl I ought to be
Mercy:
we’ll laugh a little / drink a little / see what you’re made of / I’m capable of making you disappear / I am the agent that decides your fate
tiny reminder that i have playlists for Reed and Mercy in case you want to check them out
24: What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?
Reed: I honestly don't think he'd have many other potential life paths - if he hadn't joined the army willingly, he still likely would've been drafted around the same time. I don't think he would've been in the same squadron though, so he likely wouldn't have met Mercy and probably would've died overseas like he expected to when he joined.
Delta: I think it'd be interesting to play around with them joining the rust devils or a similar raider faction. I also think having them up in Far Harbor permanently could be interesting. I haven't worked these out more in detail so I don't know how different their life would be, but with either outcome I don't think they'd be working as a junk & robotics trader.
Mercy: She could've stayed in the Enclave. She likely wouldn't have ghoulified if she had stayed and would've had her expected lifespan, so she would've died somewhere around 2120-2140.
#ask games#mercy is so problematic omg. she’s a war criminal. she’s violated the geneva conventions. she's being sued for medical malpractice.#there’s this one cat meme post on here that’s 100% her#something something you stop a cat from doing something and they just act inconvenienced and go around you to keep doing it#that’s her but with like. testing viruses and running all kinds of human experiments#god forbid women do anything am i right???#mercy tag#reed tag#delta tag
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my, my (how can i resist you?)
a/n: the vacation and tenderness they all (i) need (them to have)-
oc x canon, post-wano, nakamaship and fluff, poly (implied, and shown)
he/they law
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Tang and Strider dock, both Hiraishin and Heart Pirates heave a collective sigh of relief. The island they’ve found themselves on seems to be uninhabited with little to stock up on in terms of supplies but in comparison to the hell that awaited them upon leaving samurai-country - this was virtually time off.
The combined crews waste no time in off-loading onto the island and slip into relaxation mode; Law said that they’d only be able to spend a few days here but that only meant that everyone would have to make the most of it. Usually he’d disdain such lackadaisical behavior, but frankly at this point if Law hears one more word of Strawhat nonsense, mucking up yet another perfectly good plan, he’d combust into stress fueled flames.
So distraction is given a pass for now.
Everyone eases into their impromptu holiday without a second glance; respective first mates have abandoned their duties in lieu of beach-time fun (although some stick to their responsibilities out of habit more than others), typical friend groups all huddle up to discuss their interests with lots of overlap from other circles as the night draws on, couples, trios, and quads find a nice little corner to simply spend time with each other without needing to worry about work - even typically more solitary folk come out of hiding to enjoy the ambience.
Soon “a few days” turns to a week, but Law still can’t bring himself to tell everyone it’s time to leave yet.
Not when he sees Tetsu and Shachi playing Shoulder Wars with Bepo in the water, Penguin chatting amongst Reiji and Rio, the latter with his legs across Migi’s lap, Mitsu exchanging recipes and laughing with his own beloved cooks. Across the beach Coco squawks in response to her girlfriend’s teases and Ikkaku’s all the happier to pile them on.
Law can see Noire and Nabiil desperately trying to keep Fritz from falling into the water as he windsurfs, Alto and Uni help get sunscreen on the parts of Jean-Bart’s back that he can’t reach, while various Heart and Hiraishin crew members try to haggle a bargain from their resident tattoo artist, Izzy, too.
Least of all when he spots Kirin out of the corner his eye, napping in various spots throughout the day but always wearing a slight smile even in his slumber.
They’re all on a well-deserved vacation. Especially after de-throning two Emperors and fending off the fallout therein.
Plus, with Dofla-fucking-mingo rotting in Impel Down, Law reasons, although the knowledge that this vile creature was alive at ALL made their bones ache with a decade-long rage, he has nothing else to worry about other than zeroing his focus on the One Piece, or rather, the Will of D, at his own pace.
Still, Kirin finds Law sulking away from the liveliness as usual, tucked away in their office among piles of old but well-kept books.
“Hiding away before the party even starts? It might be our last day here, you know. Our crews wanna have at least a little fun with both captains present.”
“You’re leaving? When? It’s the first I’ve heard of this.” Laws brows furrow as he looks up to meet Kirin’s gaze, placing down his favorite bear-themed pencil.
“Nothing’s set in stone yet but Rio wants to get a move on before those kids get caught up in another storm. You know how he is. It’s fine, we need to get to another town to stockpile tools for repairs anyway.”
“Mugiwara-ya? Him and his ilk cause problems wherever they go,” Law snuffs, “Wonder when we’ll see the end of his competitive streak, though, if at all.”
Kirin cocks him a grin, brow raised and eyelids slack, “Who, Rio? I don’t want to hear that from you, Tora-o.”
The corner of Law’s mouth twitches at the accursed nickname, Kirin laughs. They will admit though, at least secretly and only ever to themself, that hearing it from his lover, his amor, in such a sweet tone despite the intentional mockery makes them all but want to kiss this insufferable man. So he does. Hooks his fingers into the loop of Kirin’s belt buckle, pulls him to sit on the arm of his chair, and leans up with clear intent. Kirin’s more than happy to oblige.
It’s only when Law swipes his tongue across the inside of the other captain’s mouth and Kirin makes an undignified noise in response that he realizes their true intentions.
“Law! You had coffee before I came in, didn’t you?”
Kirin feigns offense but it’s hard to stay mad with his partner’s rare and ever-sweet laughter ringing wonderfully through his chest and ears. Almost as if... they were wedding bells. Kirin’s caught off by his own thoughts, brushing the idea far away for now and hoping that Law didn’t see his expression change. God, where did that come from? What would’ve been a mock scowl now sits as a mere toothless pout on tan features.
Law’s head rests against their own jolly roger inked on Kirin’s shoulder, fingers intertwined as he lets the last huffs of laughter empty from his chest. He’s still smiling though, and Kirin wouldn’t do anything to jinx it for the world.
“I take it you still want me to go out there and socialize for our last day on this carefree island?”
“You don’t have to, Heart, but it would be nice. We wanna have fun with you, too.” Kirin brings up their knuckles to smooch with all the tenderness and devotion his heart can manage - Law tips his chin for a proper kiss on the lips, after. Had he been born with the ability to, Kirin’s wings would’ve fanned out in a flurry of ruffled feathers at right this moment.
“Hmm, since my darling asked so nicely, who am I to say no?”
Heart Pirates cheer at the sight of their captain emerging from the sub to join them - Kirin close behind, standard smirk of a smile already in place; his crew keeps their teasing about Law’s hermit habits to a minimum if only because of the warning look their own captain briefs over them when Law is too preoccupied with Bepo shoving plates of fresh food into his arms, well into the party mood.
The buccaneers greet the transition from dusk to nightfall with raucous laughter, excessive drinking, and gorging themselves on the bounty of seafood they could find by fishing and diving around the waters surrounded them, though the island itself was almost devoid of any edible meat. At least, not enough to justify hunting to feed a party of more than 30 grown adults when they already had more than enough fish and crustaceans to last. Plenty of herbs, however.
They herd Bepo into the Tang with his tipsy, giggly partner once the clouds seemed to roll away from to avoid another Sulong incident, although whatever those two got up to in the privacy of their sub was none of anyone’s business. A few others had disappeared with their own arrangements, too, but Kirin was content to simply lay on this blanketed patch of beach listening to his intoxicated boyfriend ramble about all the ‘funny fishies’ they saw while trying to catch tonight’s feast.
Law sits next to them a short while later, drink in hand and pleasantly buzzed, but not nearly as drunk as the unconscious red-faced samurai between these captains.
“Did Pen and Shach ditch you to go make out?”
Law snrks in response, “No worse than Tetsu and Izzy leaving you for the, what, broom closet where they ran off to? Usually we’d be racing against them.”
Kirin’s snickers muffle against the kiss he presses to Law’s cheek; Reiji shifts a little with something unintelligible muttered in his sleep below them - Kirin smiles, moving to lay his head on their mutual boyfriend’s chest.
“’M not really up for it tonight. Hate to say, but all that food’s made me sleepier than anything.”
“Yeah? Well, we’ve got the world’s best pillows right here,” Law shimmies a little lower too, resting on their elbow as the buzz sinks in from the last gulp to finish off his cup.
“I don’t know about sleeping on the beach, though, all that sunlight is going to make our hangovers murderous,” Kirin doesn’t get to finish, they’ve already been shambles’d into his room, Reiji and all.
“Oh, so you can get sand in my bed but when I drop a single crumb in yours-”
Once again Law cuts his train of thought short, this time with a kiss. Their head swims with a familiar airiness and both captains smell pleasantly of sake; they break to smile at each other, then Reiji’s slumbering face. The cap’ts press tipsy (one more so than the other) kisses to either of his cheeks, before each laying on a tit and knocking out for the night.
All things considered, it was a vacation well spent.
#cebwrites#lawrin#rekilaw#one piece#one piece law#fluff#trafalgar law#trafalgar d water law#trafalgar one piece#op law#poly#just some boys being tender
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Mile High Midnights: Fresh Blood
This is fanfic of my own character from a V5 game I was in, in case anyone was unsure of the levels of nerd and former theatre kid we're dealing with here.
CW: vampires, deformity (no ableism), sword
The message is barely hidden in the code, which is itself a message.
“Omaha was sloppy.”
Obviously. But she came out ahead, without using him or his name. Which is, of course, his actual problem with Omaha.
She wipes the server and his hardly secret note. She doesn’t leave one in response.
Her security system pings, and she watches the log populate Landry’s iris scan along with the time and date. The outer door glides open and closes again with a satisfying ka-chunk. The system logs Landry’s code on the inner door as she opens the panel to the physical lock. Landry is quiet and careful with her key, but Crook is listening for it.
“The deadbolt ruins the Matrix vibe you’ve got going on.”
Crook glances sideways at the falchion strapped to Landry’s back. “We can’t all be red carpet ready, Eric Brooks.” Crook taps the nearest keyboard with one deformed hand. “Can’t hack metal and wood.”
Landry grins and leans against a server rack. “So what’d you find?”
“A goddamn miracle,” Crook mutters. She flips open the notebook in front of her and shows the illegible scrawl to Landry. “You were right, some of Pasteur’s work did survive the fire, but it wasn’t saved and traded by cultists or collectors or devotees, the Prince himself kept it.”
Landry’s dark eyes go wide. “That is… both better and worse than I was hoping for.”
“You still want it?”
“Maybe? Yes. I don’t know.” She paces in the small room. “Yes, definitely. But I think the whole angle’s changed. This isn’t ‘intimidate some fanboys into giving us their memorabilia,’ it’s ‘kiss Eddie’s ass until he lets us play with his toys.’”
“We’re not totally in the dark, for whatever that’s worth.” Crook’s twisted hands fly over two different keyboards. “We know he has a lair under CCM, and if you give me enough time I can figure out which banks he’s got vaults at. Extortion is always an option.”
“Right,” Landry nods. “Do you have any plans that don’t involve larceny or threatening the Prince of the city that just offered you sanctuary?”
Crook hunches further into the distorted curve of her spine, glaring from under a curtain of pale hair. “Don’t act like I’m a charity case. I earned my spot here, and as it happens I do have an idea for diplomacy: Ajax is coming to town next week. Omaha didn’t light up like we hoped it would, so they asked Jo to pull some strings here for them. We can mingle and schmooze when Ajax presents themself to Ed.”
“Look at you, getting soft already!”
Crook snarls, Landry laughs, and the thrum of machines fills the ensuing silence.
“How did you expect Omaha to light up? You played nice with everyone, even Kalt until the very end. What’s left behind?”
A collection, neatly organized on dust-free shelves and proudly displayed, Crook thinks. “I don’t know,” she answers, mostly truthfully. “Rojas was very particular about handling Ramona on her own. At the time I chalked it up to her not trusting me, but thinking about it now… I don’t know. I guess we expected fallout in that direction.”
“There might still be.”
“And we’ll be ready if there is.”
~~~
Crook sits at a table in a private room, the end of the booth cut short to accommodate mobility aids. She watches Ajax watching the stage, all undercuts and fitted vests. They wear their grief the same way they wear their symbol of Tyler: lightly, subtly, belying the strength required to bear them.
Tonight, in this room, surrounded by kine and Kindred and those lost in the music, they’re just another fan. Wherever Ajax holds their past, it’s not an active participant in this scene, and Crook recognizes the fleeting feeling of gratitude.
She frowns down at her lap, running down a mental list. Yes, there’s still sound logic to keeping Ajax around, and the fondness is incidental. Might hurt when she needs to be done with them, but hey, her heart’s just as crooked as the rest of her.
Seventh Son finishes their set and the crowd disperses along with their energy. “Well,” Ajax says to the tension. “They certainly didn’t welcome us like that in Omaha.”
The Brujah ambassador—the Primogen title having been abandoned once Prince Edward formed the current Camarilla Council of Denver—laughs boisterously. In the admittedly limited time she’s known him, Crook hasn’t known Sampsa to do things any other way.
“We have fun here in Denver! I’m sure you’ll fit right in, if the rumors out of Omaha hold any truth.” He winks, oblivious to (or gauging) the tightness around Ajax’s smile.
“Oh, I don’t know about all that,” Ajax responds affably. Crook recalls a time Ajax affably broke a table in half with their bare hands.
The members of Seventh Son choose that moment to join the party. Led by Edward Williams, Toreador Prince of Denver, the band are still in high spirits from their set. Edward’s face is sun-weathered and lined from the years before his Embrace, his eyes dark and watchful. A performer’s aura surrounds him; better saboteurs than Crook could not catch this man off guard.
She’s met him only once before, at her own presentation. Her reputation had preceded her as well, along with an enthusiastic vote of confidence from Landry’s sire Roderick. To her absolute shock, Prince Edward held his own discussing the digital security of the various Elysia in Denver, and how Crook might benefit those teams. Toreader are usually too pretty to be true, and this one’s “bard of the people” act rings no less false to Crook.
“Welcome to Denver, Ajax of the Brujah.” Edward smiles broadly and reaches to shake Ajax’s hand. “I’m very sorry circumstances sent you from St. Louis, but I’m thankful someone with your understanding of crowd control and mob mentality has found their way to my domain. As you saw,” he gestures to the empty stage in front of them. “Large groups of kine are something I deal with regularly. Sheriff Leah will see to it that there is a place for you among her ranks.”
If only it were all as neat and tidy as that, Eddie my boy, Crook thinks. She catches Landry’s eye as the interested parties speak at the same time.
“Ajax, what are your credentials—”
“Clan Brujah requests—”
“On behalf of House Schrekt—”
Prince Edward raises a hand and closes it to a fist, like a conductor ending a symphony. Immediately the room falls silent. “Sheriff Leah, Ajax comes highly recommended by Prince Jo, as well as our very own Landry. You may conduct a full interview at Ajax’s earliest convenience after they’re settled in.
“Clan Brujah has full jurisdiction over our newest fellow, and I expect your people to assist them in getting their feet under them, Ambassador Sampsa. Several factions,” he gestures around the table, “are interested in Ajax’s capabilities and it would behoove your clan to guide them in navigating these invitations.
“Ambassador Roderick, your position as Ajax’s sponsor offers you a degree of authority in assignments, but none of you,” here he addresses the group at large, “supersedes Ajax’s own autonomy.” He nods at Ajax. “As Prince of this domain I’ve determined your most comfortable fit will be with Sheriff Leah, the specifics to be decided between the two of you. If you find yourself drawn elsewhere, I encourage you to make your case at Elysium. The independent Kindred is most comfortable in these modern nights.”
Crook was almost impressed at how much Eddie could make “shut up and do what I say” sound like a choice. Let the games begin.
A look from Crook to Ajax: just roll with it. The Prince, the Sheriff, the Ventrue ambassador, and the nasty ghoul representing the Nosferatu all notice.
An affirmation from Ajax to the Prince, deferential but not subservient, like a friend acknowledging the other’s point. Crook appreciates the play, the Toreador ambassador doesn’t. Again the Ventrue ambassador watches raptly, and Crook notes to look into him. The Gangrel ambassador makes their boredom obvious.
Introductions begin, with Roderick and Clan Tremere leading. Roderick overplays his hand, and Landry’s damage control only goes so far. Crook successfully leans on her history with Ajax without revealing much in Leah’s too-forward questions. At the end of the opening salvo Clan Tremere’s interests take the lead, at the cost of Ventrue and Brujah scrutiny.
The Gangrel ambassador makes their excuses and the Prince reminds them about an upcoming Seventh Son show at Pelican Ponds. No one misses the threat.
An inquiry from Brujah to Tremere, bold and over-familiar, putting them on the defensive. The situation is saved by the Toreador, Landry and the Nosferatu ghoul unable to mask their surprise. Crook remembers underestimating a Toreador in Omaha and nods a respectful thanks.
Silence from the Ventrue and the Sheriff: the former curious, cold, calculating; the latter peevish and petulant.
Between and beneath, asides: Ajax to Landry, Brujah to the Prince, Roderick to the Prince, the Prince to the ghoul, Crook to Ajax, Landry to the Prince, the Prince to the Toreador. Strings of conversations and queries and comments weaving a background to the scene at the foreground: a Kindred searches for sanctuary while their allies seek secrets and sorcery.
Crook has already offered her haven until Ajax can set up one of their own. Shortly before dawn, Landry meets them there.
“The sword really is so cool,” Ajax grins at Landry by way of greeting.
She unsheathes it to show off, just a little bit. “All right. So.”
Together, they reveal their observations and debate innuendos and intentions. The realization hits them like the dawn.
“Eddie wants us to break into his sanctuary.”
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Rules Free Radio Feb 28
Tuesdays 2pm - 5pm EST Rules Free Radio With Steve Caplan
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On the next Rules Free Radio with Steve Caplan, we'll hear a few of the many new releases that have come out recently. Yo La Tengo has a new album, as does Tennis, We Are Scientists, Lapsley, Butch Walker, Bad Ends, Paramore, and a debut by The Tubs. Lisa O’Neill, Kelela, Mette Henriette, and we’ll hear one from a forthcoming release by Chris Church. In the second hour we’ll do what may be the most unusual Burt Bacharach tribute that you’re likely to hear. And we’ll hear a bunch of classics including Jackson Browne, Tom Petty, The Sundays, Rosanne Cash, Roy Orbison, Nils Lofgren, Neil Young and others. All starting at 2 on Tuesday afternoon on Bombshellradio.com!
On the next Rules Free Radio with Steve Caplan, we'll hear new releases including Amy Ray of The Indigo Girls, Anna B. Savage, Robert Suraci, Joe Louis Walker, Rochesters 28IF, Orbital, Glitter Wizard, Johnathan Pushkar, Screaming Females, Mad Mojo Jett, and Yo La Tengo.
In the second hour, we’ll hear some 70s Glam Rock including tracks from an extensive new Glam compilation. We'll hear classics from James Taylor, Elvis Costello and The Attractions, Same Cooke, The J. Geils Band, Patsy Cline, Don Covay, Joan Armatrading, The English Beat, and David Crosby.
And we’re going to start with some great New Orleans R&B as we remember the late Huey ‘Piano’ Smith who passed away on February 13th. That set with start with another installment of Here's The Original, where we start with a well-known song by an artist who is known for it, yet it is not the original. We’ll talk about the hit and the original songwriter and we'll hear the original recording. It starts at 2 on Tuesday afternoon on Bombshellradio.com
Johnny Rivers - Rockin' Pneumonia & The Boogie Woogie Flu
Huey 'Piano' Smith & The Clowns - Rockin' Pneumonia & The Boogie Woogie Flu
Huey 'Piano' Smith - Sea Cruise
Esquerita - Crazy Crazy Feeling
J.D. McPherson - North Side Gal
Larry Williams - Oh Baby
Huey Piano Smith - Don't You Just Know It
Lee Dorsey - Do-Re-Mi
Huey 'Piano' Smith & The Clowns - Genevieve
Professor Longhair - Hey Little Girl
Pete Johnson & JC Heard - Mr. Drum Meets Mr. Piano
Cozy Cole's All Stars - The Beat
Red Norvo's All Stars - I Got Rhythm
Louis Jordan & His Orchestra - I Seen What'cha Done
Smiley Lewis - She's Got Me Hook, Line & Sinker
Professor Longhair - Junco Partner
Joe Louis Walker - Waking Up the Dead
Robert Suraci - Big Empty House
Anna B Savage - Pavlov's Dog
Ray Paul 28IF- Hold Tight
The Equals - She Reminds Me of Spring in the Winter
Orbital - Are You Alive (feat. Penelope Isles)
The English Beat - Too Nice To Talk To
Shabby Tiger - Shabby Tiger
Sweet - Ballroom Blitz
Cheap Trick - I Want You to Want Me
Glitter Wizard - She's A Star
Creem Circus - Pretty Rebel
Mud - L' L' Lucy
Mad Mojo Jett - Rose Garden
The Romantics - She's Got Everything
Johnathan Pushkar - Let's Get Small
Screaming Females - Mourning Dove
Yo La Tengo - Fallout
Stephen McCarthy & Carla Olson - Brink Of The Blues
Elvis Costello and The Attractions - Brand New Heartache
Roger Miller - My Ears Should Burn
The Blue Shadows - When Will This Heartache End
Patsy Cline - I Fall To Pieces
Jimmy Donley - Think It Over
Sam Cooke - Bring It on Home to Me
Carla Thomas - (I'm Afraid) The Masquerade Is Over
Don Covay - The Usual Place
J Geils Band - Start All Over Again
David Crosby w/ Sarah Jarosz - For Free
Joan Armatrading - Dry Land
Laurie Styvers - All I Ever Had
Helen Counts - Play The Part
James Taylor - Riding on a Railroad
Amy Ray - They Won't Have Me
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January 9, 2023
Woke up at a good time today (9:30). Gotta shoot for 8am though so I can feel better about myself. Kona and I went out for a walk today and I went through a different neighborhood which was nice. It was very quiet, probably because it's a Monday and people were at work. I did about 6k steps during Kona's walk and finished up the rest later in the afternoon. I saw the same lady while walking Kona who made conversation with me the other day. She had a different dog with her (neighbor's dog). I really hate small talk especially when I'm just trying to have some quiet time and peacefully walk. San Lorenzo park was actually flooded today due to the rain last night. Kona and I couldn't really go around the park because some parts were flooded. Still had a very good walk though!
I think I have lost all hope in OW. I lost about 10+ comp games today... I think I really am only good with Sartaj or with another person playing with me. With randoms it is very hard to communicate (too shy to really talk in chat). I should also practice other support characters because a lot of people can kill Mercy really easily. Chris, Mikel and I played a couple Valorant games which were fun. I was doing pretty well which boosted my morale a bit. I'll be on break from OW for a bit (especially if no one can play). I'll probably be de-ranking to Gold 1 or something because of all my losses.
My kitchen flooded today... no wonder I was smelling weird things such as sewage. The garbage disposal was also acting funky so maybe that was a warning sign. I thought I fudged up somehow when washing dishes but my parents figured out it was because the previous owners didn't properly seal off a hole. All the sewage came from that hole. Also, our kitchen sink is actually clogged so tomorrow my dad will unclog it. Really hoping the smell goes away soon... it's making me nauseous. Glad we were also able to clean the kitchen fairly quickly. There was a LOT of water. During these times, it's nice having my dad around because he's a handyman and basically fixes anything. Still doesn't make up for his attitude sometimes lol.
I am very excited to finally see Chris tomorrow after being isolated for so long! We're gonna eat really good food and just enjoy eachother's presence. I have to wear a mask still around him but I'm okay with that.
Mandy and I started talking again today. It started with an IG message from me and then we started talking about our friendship. I even told her that I was to blame because of our fallout. She went into more detail about how her and Christian are doing. I'm happg for them and truly just want to forget the past. Not really forget it but just forgive. I'm too young to be holding grudges or letting things get the best of me. I'm glad we're talking again because she really is my childhood bestfriend and has known me the longest. I'd hate to see our friendship go to waste. Hopefully we'll be able to rekindle our bond and hang out more! I want to be a good friend and maybe even a better one to all of my friends this year. I want to set some time to hang with them and really bond with them.
I also have to keep in mind my budget and how I can still spend quality time with friends without spending so damn much lol. I need a better job maybe... that'll solve all my problems. But more work sounds ew and I already can't stand driving so far to work only 2 days...
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There will be many open-world games that gamers will be surprised didn’t make this list, such as Grand Theft Auto Vor Fallout 4. RELATED: The Shortest Open World Video Games The original Legend of Zelda for the NES gave gamers a glimpse of how much fun an open-world game can be, and ever since that landmark game developers of open-world games have endeavored to give gamers larger and large worlds to explore. Resident Evil Village is, in many ways, a modern take on Resident Evil 4, encouraging exploration and action, while still being scary.Open-world games are not new in fact, they’ve been around for some time. It also has some wild boss fights, along with a slew of fantastic, memorable characters. Some players might not be as into the more action-oriented approach in Village, but even if survival horror is your preference, we still recommend giving this one a try.
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Littered throughout the world and castle is currency you can use to upgrade your weapons, which incentives you to explore. Like its predecessor, Resident Evil 7, Village is presented from a first-person view, upping the ante in the horror and immersion departments, along with a ton of creepy monsters to take out (or run away from). The village itself is large and has tons of items hidden throughout every nook and cranny, making it feel very much like an open world. Once again, Resident Evil Village is a game that falls just on the line of being open world, featuring large areas to explore that don’t feel massive. It’s not for everyone, but to the fans of the Souls games (or action RPGs in general), this PS5 launch title is a must-play.
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It still feels very much like Demon’s Souls, but without many of the limitations from the PS3 edition. Of course, Demon’s Souls is notorious for its unrelenting difficulty, though the remake does address some of the frustrations, making it easier to play. Either way, this is one of the best games on the platform. It’s debatable whether it truly falls into the open world category, but an argument can certainly be made since each of the stages are so massive. When it comes to its design, it’s certainly more linear than a lot of the games on this list, but its labyrinthian structure makes it feel open-ended. What’s fascinating is that the remake is nearly a one-to-one recreation of the original, which is particularly exciting if you know your way around the 2009 game. But that’s precisely why Bluepoint Games’ 2020 remake is so important, as it somehow preserves the integrity (and soul) of the original, while improving upon nearly every aspect of it, from visuals to gameplay. This isn’t just one of the best open-world games on PS5, it’s one of the best games ever made.Īlthough 2009’s Demon’s Souls is excellent and influential, it doesn’t hold up as well over a decade later. It brings us back to the days of being on the playground, talking about our favorite games, and learning about their secrets from others. This is also a game that is littered with little moments or experiences that are easy to miss, making it fun to discuss with other players. Elden Ring is absolutely massive and gives players the freedom to complete areas in any order, leading to different experiences across the board. For instance, it introduces a meaningful sense of exploration, doubling down on some of the ideas from previous Souls games but raising the stakes a substantial amount. After spending dozens of hours with this game, it’s clear just how impactful this game’s open world is. The tried-and-true Souls games haven’t strayed much from their core mechanics over the years, and while we love those games, Elden Ring is a nice change of pace, due in part to its open world. There is no shortage of open-world games to play on PS5, and here, we’ll go through all of the best ones to choose from.Įlden Ring is an incredible example of redefining a familiar formula for the better. Some lean into horror, others send you to historical periods, while one, in particular, lets you explore the entire galaxy. And with the likes of God of War Ragnarok down the pipeline, there will be plenty more to play in the future.ĭespite this, there are so many fantastic open-world games available on the PS5. These days, open-world games are quite common, meaning the competition to grab your attention is much stiffer. While “open world” isn’t necessarily a genre in and of itself, it’s a style that millions of players have fallen in love with over the years. The PS5 has everything from shooters to sports games, RPGs, and platformers, along with a wide variety of open-world adventures. Fitbit Versa 3Įven though the PlayStation 5 is less than two years old, there are still a ton of great games available for it spanning numerous genres.
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