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nerdieforpedro · 6 months

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The Brave, The Bold, The Dirty - Fanfics that I adore

Volume 1

Below are links to fanfics that I read and I love and will re-read. 🤗

This list is for those aged 18 and up, please respect the author's tags, warnings and notes as they are there for a reason.

Can you ever really know?

Author: @undercoverpena

Marcus Pike x reader (Soft Marcus plus smut makes for an excellent read.)

You were Marked Author: @handspunyarns

A dark series with a plus size OFC and Din Djarin. It has exceptional world building and demonstrates how two people can grow together despite challenges (as mild as a term I can use.) Pay special attention to the author’s warnings due to subject matter. (A series)

Trick or Treat Author: @spookykoolkat

Eddie Munson x plus size reader (Fun Halloween where the reader surprises her husband Eddie with a sex position she’d like to try on the couch)

Fifty Author: @linzels-blog

(Francisco Morales x female reader) Frankie goes all out for your 50th birthday complete with an outfit change.

Revenge Author: @toomanystoriessolittletime

(Dave York x female reader) Your husband is a cheating asshole and Dave helps you get even while breaking your soon to be ex-husband’ spirit.

Bloom into you Author: @wildemaven

(Joel Miller x female reader) Meet cute in reader’s floral shop. And excellent first aid. (A series)

Rises the Moon Author: @psychedelic-ink

(Joel Miller x female reader) Joel in a lighthouse. Beautiful haunting song with the waves as a backdrop. Two lonely souls.

Kinktober Day 14

Author: @youvebeenlivingfictional

(Oberyn Martell x female reader) Oberyn seeks a new thrill at a brothel. He tells you what he wants and you both enjoy. Excellent smut.

I work from nine to five, hey hell I pay the price

Author: @thetriumphantpanda

(Marcus Pike x plus size female reader) Our reader feels insecure at the Halloween party until she runs into her boss’ boss Marcus. Things go very well.

Observations Author: @ezrasbirdie

(Neurodivergent reader x Joel Miller) The reader doesn’t quite connect with the people of Jackson save for Joel and Elle.

The First Time Author: @fettuccin-e

(Frankie Morales x female reader) Frankie puts in the prep work for the reader to take him fully.

A Gift of Light and Joy Author: @prolix-yuy

(Javi Gutierrez x plus size reader) Javi plans a surprise for the reader. It doesn’t go as planned so he fixes it as only he can.

The Wolf and The Lamb Author: @morallyinept

(Dave York x Plus size reader) Dave York worships the reader’s body and devours you every time.

Looks can be Deceiving

Author: @rainontherooftops

(Din Djarjn x plus size reader) The reader is roommates with Din Djarjn for months. There’s a delicate balance. The reader’s date changes that.

I Got You Author: @yeollie-plz

(Javier Peña x plus size reader) Javier runs into you chasing a perp. He decides to chase you instead.

Icing on the cake Author: @beskarberry

(Pero Tovar x plus size female reader) Cooking for the troops of the Great Wall is mostly uneventful. Until a Spainard arrives and sticks his finger in a creamy pastry while holding eye contract with you.

Love is a Rebellious Bird Author: @artemiseamoon

(Ezra x plus size female reader) Insecurities coupled with angst makes for a confession that’s been months in the making.

Made to Hold You Author: @flightlessangelwings

(Din Djarin x plus size female reader) Pure smut. Din is a hungry man and when he arrives back to the ship, he won’t stop until he’s full. The reader is very pleased.

#fanfiction #fanfiction writing #Nerdie’s fic recs #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller #din djarin #frankie morales #dieter bravo #writing #the mandalorian #Dave York #pero tovar #Marcus pike #ezra prospect

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xiv-wolfram · 8 days

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WolfBahn Ship Summary - Part 3

A Realm Reborn - Patches

Part 2 - A Realm Reborn I realized the comics are... a lot. So I decided to make a short summary of my Wolfram x Raubahn ship. As I started to write I realized it was also... a lot. So clearly WolfBahn is simply... a lot. Eh, this is still way less to read than the comics, enjoy.

After defeating Gaius van Baelsar and helping the Scions set up the Rising Stones, Wolf turned his focus to the conflict in Ul'dah. He often found himself worried about how Raubahn was handling everything given how awful his political opponents were. After a particularly upsetting Syndicate meeting about the Doman refugees, Wolfram decided to throw away professionalism and asked his former partner on a treasure hunt in the Cieldalaes in the hopes of lifting his spirits. The General was surprised by the invite almost as much as having someone express care for his emotional well-being. It was an increasingly rare occurrence to be treated as a person instead of a legend.

Fighting together on Hullbreaker Isle without thought for alliances or politics Wolfram and Raubahn fell back into familiarity with ease. The thrill of adventure for its own sake was a treat for them both. Between battles they were able to talk openly and quickly felt themselves becoming confidants. The alliance continued after returning to the mainland - often discussing things that they probably shouldn't have like the Warrior of Light revealing everything the Scions were up to and the General discussing Ul’dahn political strategy. Wolf even tried to convince him to invade Gyr Abania, but was receptive to Raubahn’s concerns. Despite the disagreement, the gladiator enjoyed being around someone who reminded him of his younger self and helped re-ignite his passion to pursue his goal of freeing Ala Mhigo with more urgency.

Their budding friendship wasn’t always easy. Wolf often had to keep his feelings in check, like the jealousy he felt when he learned Ilberd and Raubahn had grown up together but had never mentioned him and (after using his empathic abilities) that Raubahn still harbored complicated feelings about the Crystal Braves captain. He had to remind himself that his ex-partner’s past was none of his business. Nor was his present. Wolfram was lucky to be in his life at all.

The General was as unaware of Wolfram’s affection as much as his own growing romantic attachment. Intentionally unaware. Forgiveness was one thing but there was an amount of denial when it came to Raubahn acknowledging he cared deeply for someone who had lied to him. He paid little notice to just how often the Warrior of Light’s responsibilities seemed to take him to Thanalan over the other city-states. Still, Rau couldn’t deny the little spark of joy he felt on the occasions Wolf was in town - even if it was to simply share a meal while discussing their respective factions.

After The Ivy's betrayal was revealed, Wolfram stayed behind to talk with Raubahn, knowing he'd just lost one of his best friends and would be more upset than he appeared. The mage explained that he'd used his empathic echo on her before and while at the time he didn’t know why - she had been conflicted. Eline did truly care for Raubahn and the betrayal hadn't been personal. The General took comfort in knowing that their friendship at least had been real but asked in frustration if he was naive. If no one was who they claimed. This was hardly the first betrayal he’d faced. Wolfram felt horrible for being among that number and realized it was time to properly apologize for his own deception that had been a catalyst in the end of their relationship. Rau tried to stop him, stating that he meant in his career but the mage carried on. He assured Raubahn that he'd changed and could be trusted. Wolf promised Rau that he would never deceive him again. If he wanted - he had a friend in him. The gladiator was amused that Wolfram would question if they were friends. Raubahn laughed and gave the Warrior of Light a hug, pointing out that he'd trusted him enough to follow him into the countryside without armor. They were *officially* friends again!

That night, Raubahn thought about the fact that the Warrior of Light neglected his duties to comfort him and apologized for their past as well. Despite everything the Scions asked, Eorzea’s Champion had put the gladiator first. He thought back to their hug - how comfortable and… complete he’d felt in that moment. Raubahn finally acknowledged to himself that he still loved Wolfram. The General *of course* wouldn't tell him that. He was still struggling with his pride and assumed his affection was one-sided besides.

From then on they talked more frequently. Raubahn even made an excuse about joint training with the Crystal Braves in order to visit Wolf in Mor Dhona as he was recovering from fighting Nael van Darnus. The gladiator also aided in the fight with Bahamut since Midgarsormr had removed Wolfram's Blessing of Ligh. When they were in battle together they fell into sync perfectly. In those brief moments, they felt like true partners again.

ARR ends with the events of the Bloody Banquet. It was almost as traumatic for Wolfram as it was for Raubahn. He was stopped before he could heal the Sultana, bound, and drug to the banquet to be framed for her murder. All he could do was hope that everyone would trust him enough to not believe it... and then all hell broke loose. Wolf tried to get out of his bonds to help the General fight so he struggled until his wrists bled. Without the Blessing of Light he was helpless to do anything but watch as Raubahn was maimed. Wolfram cried out, begging Ilberd to spare his friend and promising that he would confess to any crime they wanted to pin on him, fully expecting to be executed. Fortunately, Raubahn came to his senses and freed him. He left on orders to help the Scions but promised he'd be back. Along the way, Wolf watched with horror as his newfound family forced him to continue on as they sacrificed themselves to aid in his escape.

Once Wolf reunited with Alphinaud he wanted to go back into the city to help whoever had been captured. He was in such an emotional state after everything that he would have likely died trying to fight all the Brass Blades himself. To stop him from returning to Ul’dah Pipin had to knock him out and throw him in the carriage. The mage woke up in Camp Dragonhead with aching wrists and the voidsent cruelly taunting him, quickly blaming himself for everything that had just happened. Wolfram vowed to kill Lolorito and Illberd at the first chance he had.

#oc wolfram #ffxiv #ffxiv wol #ffxiv oc #hyur highlander #hyur #wolbahn #raubahn aldynn #raubahn #WolfBahn #WolframSaga #WolframBlog

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broodwolf221 · 24 days

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Happy Friday!

"i've given you plenty of opportunities to tell the truth." - from the hiding prompts - forrrrrrrr maybe Calpernia/Solas? (I'M INTRIGUED OK haha)

okay bless u for this bc i just went off the deep end these two mean?? sm to me?? it's the weirdest ship but i love them ;o; @dadrunkwriting 1354 words cws: slavery; war mention notes: trespasser spoilers & calpernia's arc spoilers

Her fury was evident as she finally approached—as he finally stopped running and let her approach.

Her chase was unending, but it had to end. She had sent her Venatori to scour the land for signs of him. Her spies. Varric’s own spies were subtle but still present, and Leliana’s were powerful and precise. The weight of the foregone Inquisition bore down upon him with a singular intent, and there were simply too many forces arrayed against him—even with the Eluvians, even with the Beyond and the Fade, he was becoming trapped. He needed someone to stop the pursuit.

Varric’s was the least threatening, and the dwarf was incredibly stubborn. Leliana would not stop so long as she drew breath, and although she presented the greatest risk, Solas would not kill her in order to stem her spies.

That left only Calpernia to dissuade. Calpernia to meet with, Calpernia to argue with. “Why,” she hissed as she approached, her expression tight with her anger. Despite all that had changed, all that had happened, she was dressed in the same armor, wore her hair in the same way… if he closed the distance between them, he thought she would smell the same, that she would feel achingly familiar in his arms.

He kept the distance. He had to.

“There is no other option,” was his paltry answer.

“There is always another option!” She snapped, and he felt the weight of her meaning crackle across the space between them. Her words were thread through with her power, a transfixing display of might and magic and anger. “You taught me that!”

“No,” he said softly, “you knew that long before you met me.” Her expression faltered then, anger giving way to grief for a brief moment… but then she took a deep breath and drew her fury back around her. A shield, a strength, a well of power to draw from.

She would not yield the day easily.

“You have always known there were other options,” he continued. “You taught yourself everything. How to read. How to wield your magic. How to change the world.”

“Like you!” He nodded, conceding the point.

“Yes. Like me. Except…” he scoffed, glancing away briefly. “You were never as naive as I was.”

“You’re being naive now!” She shouted, perhaps sensing a weakness. Perhaps accurately sensing a weakness. But he would not yield to her. He would not spoil all he had worked for, all he had still to do.

“Perhaps,” he admitted after a moment. “There is still no other option.”

“Fen’harel.” She spat the name like a curse… he supposed it was, anymore. “The deceiver. The liar. The betrayer.”

“Yes.” His voice sounded hollow even to his own ears. “Yes. So I was. So I am.”

“You betrayed me,” her pain overtook her anger for a moment, her voice thick. “You betrayed the Inquisition! Your friends! Why, Solas?”

The real question. One which required a real answer… or as much of one as he could give. He met her eyes once more.

“I am Fen’harel,” he confirmed again, “the Dread Wolf. When the Elvhen dominated the land, when Arlathan was the center of power in the known world, when the Fade and the Waking World were as one… that was my existence. My time.” She said nothing, staring hard at him. He was uncertain how much she had been told of his conversation with the Inquisitor, and she did not seem compelled to clarify the matter. “The Evanuris were powerful mages, but not the gods the Dalish think they were. Not gods at all. They were masters, slave-owners, who branded their people with the vallaslin.” Her face was a mask, her emotions contained. But he knew her, knew she felt this—she couldn’t fail to feel this, a slave her entire life until Corypheus “freed” her to use her.

“There had long been murmurings of rebellion,” he continued, “and in my naivete, I fueled them. I organized in secret, freed slaves, removed their vallaslin and smuggled them out of the city. In this way, I slowly amassed an army—and when we were powerful enough… when I thought we were powerful enough… we stood against the Evanuris.”

She stared at him, waiting for the rest of the story, although they both knew how it ended.

“We lost.”

“They died fighting for their own freedom,” she said and his eyes slipped shut, wanting so badly to let her words soothe him. But he could not permit it—this was his burden, his mistake. And it was hardly his only one.

“Even if they did, it was for naught. The war made the Evanuris more determined, more ruthless. They pursued a weapon that would destroy the world. To prevent it… I sundered the world.”

“And now you seek to restore it,” she concluded. So she had been told. He was not surprised—she knew the value of keeping the truth to herself, so long as it suited. Her cunning, her tactics, it was part of what he admired about her. Part of why he had grown, in time, to love her.

Such an unexpected thing, to love a human woman. But he could not deny that she had intrigued him from the start, that her drive and determination and tireless effort for her people had done nothing except inspire him. She was not always right… but when she had learned the error of her ways, the mistake of trusting Corypheus, she had turned on all she knew to stand against him. She wanted to restore her homeland to something worthwhile, to liberate the slaves, to raise them up as citizens. She used all the means at her disposal to do so.

He saw so much of himself in her, but also something so much better. She was not as jaded as he had become, not as despairing. She was lush and vibrant and so passionate it bordered on desperate.

“Yes,” he said at last.

“Then let me come,” she said and he shook his head, even knowing this was coming. Knowing it must come. Her drive, her determination, her need for restoration… of course she would want to be at his side. But she only knew the outline of his plans, and he could not condemn her to live the reality of them. To suffer the consequences alongside him.

Better that she live a life free of him, free of his influence.

“You deserve to live your own life,” he told her, watching as her fury soared again. “Not to chain yourself to mine.”

“How dare you,” she snarled, taking a step closer. “How dare you. I chain myself to nothing! I offer this willingly.”

“You do not know the gravity of your offer,” he protested and she took another step closer. He wanted to back up, wanted to flee, but instead held his ground.

“You think I followed you all this way to pledge myself to you? To bow down, become a slave to your whims?” He winced but she did not give him room to reply. “No, Solas. I have done nothing except be with you. Learn from you. And I have never prevented you from telling me this truth about yourself. There have been so many opportunities–”

Her voice broke again and his heart ached. He wanted so badly to wrap her in his arms, to press apologies against her skin, her hair, but…

“I cannot allow you to join me,” he said instead, forcing a distance in his voice that he did not feel, “and I could never tell you the truth. There is too much at stake.”

“You’re lying to yourself,” she snapped and it took everything in him to not react. To not indulge in the belief that maybe, maybe she was right, that he could allow her to stay at his side, that it would not be cruel and selfish and—

No.

“I am sorry,” he said instead, watching as her expression hardened. “Please, stop pursuing me.” With that he turned and left through the Eluvian he’d come from, although he did not miss her final response:

“No.”

#broodwrites #dadw time #calpernia #solas #i need a ship name for them but ummm...#solpernia?#calpas? calas?#idk. i shall decide later lmao.#anyway. feeling feelings.#still need to work on getting her voice down tho so this was a good practice run ;u;

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Crosshair – My Beloved Enemy 40 – Tension And Anger

Warnings: Angst / Tension / Strong Language / Fluff

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Crosshair is not amused. The tension is high and things could get ugly any moment. But of course, it get's worse.

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What Happened Before:

Part 1 - Crash Landing

Part 2 - Hot And Cold

Part 3 - Hello Kitten

Part 4 - Look Who’s Back

Part 5 - Rebel Darling

Part 6 - Burning Anger

Part 7 - Love And Pain

Part 8 - A Difficult Reunion

Part 9 - The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure

Part 10 - Where The Dead Ships Dwell

Part 11 - A Lonely Firefly In Space

Part 12 - Broken Wings

Part 13 - A Helping Hand

Part 14 - The Justifier

Part 15 - The Bounty

Part 16 - Trapped

Part 17 - I Love You Too

Part 18 - When The Past Catches Up With Us

Part 19 - I’ve Never Been Good At Goodbyes

Part 20 - Unexpected

Part 21 - The Question

Part 22 - Sleepless Nights

Part 23 - Sleepyheads And Making Up

Part 24 - Crosshair’s Conclusion

Part 25 - Good Soldiers Follow Orders

Part 26 - I’m Sorry Kitten

Part 27 - Bracca

Part 28 -Rampart

Part 29 - It’s All Tactics

Part 30 - CT 6116

Part 31 - Of Wolves And Sheep

Part 32 - Dying Hope

Part 33 - Hero Of The Day

Part 34 - When The Wolf Eats The Sheep

Part 35 - The Shepherd

Part 36 - The Toll It Takes

Part 37 -Blowing Off Steam

Part 38 - Not Exactly Private

Part 39 - Accusations

Part 40 - Tension And Anger

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Wolffe raised his hands placatingly.

"I know that was totally out of line and I'm sorry," he said calmly.

Hunter and Wrecker were already tensing, getting ready to restrain Crosshair. The tension in the room was exceedingly noticeable.

Tech looked from one to the other. Relieved but also annoyed.

He said, disgruntled, "I told you I didn't do it."

Crosshair mumbled over his shoulder, "Sorry, Tech."

When he looked at Wolffe again, his gaze was so full of anger that he felt like he was going to burn a hole in his head with his eyes at any moment.

You stood there not knowing what to think or how to react. Wolffe, of all people?

"What were you thinking?" you asked indignantly.

Wolffe lowered his eyes to avoid yours. He was clearly ashamed, that much was clear.

"Not much, really. I could hear you and then I saw you last night."

Hunter sighed.

"So you saw what I smelled" he growled with a stern sideways glance at the Sniper.

Crosshair muttered to his brother, "We were separated for some time. We were traumatized and finally had each other back. Everybody processes things like that in their own way. Unfortunately, our shuttle is no longer available."

"But for the love of all of us, you shouldn't make a habit of that," Tech muttered.

Crosshair hissed, "Stop deflecting! I'm not the pervert here! That scumbag jerked off in my wife's shirt while watching me fuck her!"

"Which you shouldn't have done in the middle of the Marauder," Echo noted.

Crosshair snapped, "Oh give me a break! You've all been jerking off under the covers now and then when we were out, too, every one of you!"

Echo blushed and fell silent, he might have argued with his brother, but in front of you he felt really awkward right now.

The sniper took a deep breath, it was extremely difficult for him to hold back and not crack Wolffe's skull.

"The only reason I'm not going to wring your neck is because you already got your ass kicked by me not too long ago. Besides, you were there to help when I was stuck on the Star Destroyer. Even if that backfired."

Wolffe nodded.

"I appreciate that"

"Just stay away from her in the future" Crosshair growled "If I see you giving her so much as a wrong look, I'll change my mind!"

Crosshair grabbed your hand and jerked you along with him, out of the cockpit. So abruptly that you made a small startled noise. Wolffe, who thought the whole thing was too rough, tried to go after you. But Hunter held him back with one hand pressed to his chest and shook his head.

"Don't worry, he won't hurt her. He wouldn't. That may have just looked rough but it's deceiving," he spoke calmly.

Wolffe clenched his hands into fists took a deep breath and tried to collect himself. He felt the looks of the others and the shame was unbearable.

You sat on Crosshair's bunk and watched him pacing restlessly. He had thrown your shirt into the trash. He was loaded like a bomb, you could feel the tension bubbling under his surface all too clearly. You knew he was trying to get some relief by pacing back and forth. But you also knew that wouldn't help much.

He suddenly stopped abruptly and asked sharply, "Did you know he has a thing for you? Has he ever touched you inappropriately?"

You shook your head and said, "No, Cross. Wolffe's not that kind of guy, even if the T-shirt thing might make you think otherwise."

Crosshair snorted and started pacing again. He made you nervous, the heated tension emanating from him made your skin crawl.

"Would you please join me?"

"Can't, it's going to take me a little while to calm down a little."

You sighed softly, but kept your mouth shut for now. In his place you would have been incredibly upset too, you could understand that quite well, but still his behavior made you nervous.

After what felt like an eternity, you tried again.

"Cross, please. Sit with me."

He stopped and looked at you. His expression softened a bit. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he sat down next to you on his bunk.

You gently leaned against him, whereupon he tilted his head towards you and nestled his cheek against your head. His hand reached for yours and his long fingers intertwined with yours.

"I'm so glad to have you back," you said softly.

He gently squeezed your hand.

"I know, Cyare. For a while I thought I would never see you again," he admitted, sounding unusually melancholy.

He finally straightened up to look at you again, showing you the smirk you loved so much.

"The first thing we're going to do once we're safe is get ourselves a new shuttle. I need my regular sweet dose of you or I'm going to die."

With a little giggle, you pressed closer to him and he let it happen.

"Hopefully we won't have to wait that long for it" you finally said thoughtfully.

" When Tech has forgiven me, I'll ask him to check the Holonet for suitable offers. He has a knack for that sort of thing," Crosshair suggested.

"That's a good idea."

A sudden jolt went through the ship, shortly followed by an alarm signal that echoed through the Marauder.

"What the hell is going on now?" growled Crosshair.

It was rare to see him nervous or tense. Now he was both.

Wrecker came running to the back, yelling, "Imps!"

"Please don't," you said in a breathless whisper, panic creeping into your bones.

Wrecker swung into the Gunner seat and Crosshair was already digging out his rifle in case of boarding.

"How many?" he asked sharply.

"Three Tie Fighters," Wrecker rumbled back.

"Why did we drop out of hyperspace?"

Wrecker concentrated on firing and made no reply. Crosshair thrust a blaster into your hand and said urgently.

"You wait here, I'll go see what's going on."

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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shepherds-of-haven · 2 years

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Pirates AU where the Shepherds are pirate captains... what would they name their ships??

Ooh, interesting question!

Blade: Hades' Messenger (black sails, black ship, when it shows up on the horizon, you know it's not going to be a good time for you)

Trouble: The Red Dragon (for its striking red sails and the roar and flame of its cannonfire)

Tallys: The Sea Nymph (has a lovely flower nymph adorning its prow)

Shery: Dawn's Prayer (has beautiful white sails and is known for ferrying religious missionaries and volunteers on peace missions)

Riel: The Saints' Lament (mercantile ship specifically built for concealing valuable cargo and treasure)

Chase: The Devil's Fortune (pirate ship specifically built for raiding and plundering merchant ships LGJRGR)

Red: The Mirage (for its ability to deceive the eye and seemingly teleport through banks of fog)

Ayla: The Wind Rider (known for its incredible speed and ability to catch the winds)

Briony: The Stormbreaker (the ship you want to hire to brave turbulent and dangerous waters; has never been damaged or shipwrecked)

Lavinet: The Queen's Lance (a privateer ship with a letter of marque; sleek, dangerous, and fast enough to outrun most ships)

Halek: The White Wolf (known for tracking its prey across tireless leagues and leagues)

#Shepherds of Haven #pirate AU #AU #pirates #ships #ship names #all characters

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lydiaas · 1 year

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Well dont be so sure. On The100 the big ship was bellarke fans screamed for that ship for all 7 seasons, they hinted or rather deceived the fans and never made them become canon. Actors in real life are together for real, we won anyway lol but authors can be assholes

Oh I'm familiar 😭. I was in the bellarke fandom since day one.

Jason Rothenberg was combative with the fandom for the majority of the shows run. It was very obvious that he had ego issues and liked to spite the fans. I've never seen anything from the Pates that is remotely similar to the way Jason treated fandom. They seem open to creating a story that would please fans and also consider input from the actors as well. They don't always get it right (jarah can be a hot mess) but I just really don't believe there is any deception here. After 3 seasons I feel like we have pretty good handle on how the writers approach these characters and their relationships and I can't see them backing away from jiara now after committing so much time to it. If they were going to do that, S3 would not be what it was.

There are three show runners I don't fuck with: Rotherberg, Jeff Davis (Teen Wolf), and Rob Thomas (Veronica Mars) and the Pates are a breath of fresh air after those monsters.

#obx spoilers #obx #jj x kie #jiara #asks

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msmischief101 · 1 year

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Year in review, fandom edition.

Thank you @edge0fmydesiree for the tag! 💖

Rules:

Link the top 5 works you’re most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular).

1. No Place For Promises [Steo, Teen Wolf, 376,055 words]

2. (not so) innocent [Steddie, Stranger Things, 3202 words]

3. play dirty [Steo, Teen Wolf, 1012 words]

4. boyfriend material [Steo, Teen Wolf, 4843 words]

5. cracks in control [Briles, Teen Wolf, 6720 words]

List your top 4 current WIPs that you’re excited to release in the new year.

1. No Place For Promises [Steo, Teen Wolf]

and that’s kind of it. I don’t really have anything planned. I have a bunch of ideas, but what I’m writing depends on the mood I’m in.

Share your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing (or art) over the past year.

1. Getting more comfortable writing for new/different ships.

And that’s all I can think of right now

Describe your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/art) for the new year.

1. Accepting that I need to take a break from writing, and instead of getting frustrated with myself, I will take that break.

2. I would like to expand my vocabulary a bit more to find more ways to describe actions, feelings, etc

Lastly, tell us your number 1 favorite line you’ve written this year!

(Well, I cannot decide... so, have two... uh “lines”.)

“Break his heart, and I’ll mail yours as a Christmas present to the first Wendigo I can find.”

“We were deceived by someone we trusted. This power—“ Stiles relaxes into the touch, into the sensation of Scott’s spark bowing to his command “— it does not belong to you.”

Tagging: @amatchinwater @theoraeken @raksh-writes @mercheswan @sapphireginger @voidstilesplease @realityescapee01 and everyone who wants to do it!

#tag games #steo #briles

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festiveva · 7 months

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A Few of My Favourite Parts of the Liber Monstrorum

I'm currently reading a translation of the Liber Monstrorum for a class. Here are some of my favourite entries so far (with commentary):

"And they say there has been another monster in a certain spot near the Ocean, who saw from the shore a boat slipping on the waves, and the sailors, terrified by the sight of him, hesitating to come to shore, and he snatched the ship and its crew from the midst of the sea and placed it on dry land." (I. 32)

What a lad. Man really went "Oh? you're drowning? No worries, I got you." And then placed the entire boat gently on shore amidst the crews screams of terror.

"It is reckoned that Scylla has been the monster most hostile to sailors in that channel which washes between Italy and Sicily, having indeed the head and chest of a maiden (like the sirens), but the belly of a wolf and the tails of dolphins. And what by their distinguishes the nature of sirens from Scylla is that they deceive seamen by their deadly song, whilst she with the strength of her force, girt about with sea dogs, is said to have mangled the wrecks of the unfortunate." (I. 14)

Breaking News! Local sea witch bewitches sailors with her raw physical strength and power. Oddly more effective than singing. More at 6.

"And they say what is impious to be said, that there is a certain monster of the night, which always used to fly by night through the shade of the sky and the earth, terrifying people in cities with its dreadful cry, and it had as many eyes and ears and mouths, as it had feathers. And it is always said to have been without rest or sleep." (I. 42)

This one's just a rumor, given a physical description by the monk that wrote this.

That's all for now.

#Liber Monstrorum #books #book of monsters #medieval #myths #latin translation #reading #long post

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A ship or character that you started liking because of someone else (give them/their works a shout out!) A topic you never get tired of discussing One of your favourite tropes

Thank you! :D These are good ones.

14. A ship or character that you started liking because of someone else (give them/their works a shout out!)

Well! Just a couple of weeks ago, I saw some super-cute Maeglin/Salgant art by @neldeathstar, and now I am Intrigued™. :D I'm less into the Gondolin side of things, and I really don't consider myself a Maeglin fan, but I am into this idea, especially since it seems to have so much room for lots of pining (art kinda nsfw, I guess) from poor Salgant. I think if I was ever to try my hand writing some, it would be less fluffy than Nel's, but still... behold the power of lovely art! 💖

15. A topic you never get tired of discussing

*clutching your shoulders, staring maniacally into your eyes* Listen. LISTEN TO ME. Sauron's undying loyalty to Melkor. This is a thing I will never, ever get over. You come through LOTR with this idea of him as the ultimate big bad, the Deceiver, without a single scruple or thought for anything or anyone but himself and his own greatness... then you read the Silmarillion and you're hit by the fact that he was actually once servant to another. Not only that, but a loyal servant. You're just fucking hit by things like "[he] was only less evil than his master in that for long he served another and not himself" and "While Morgoth still stood, Sauron did not seek his own supremacy, but worked and schemed for another, desiring the triumph of Melkor, whom in the beginning he had adored". And it just - aw man, my mind is blown just reading those quotes again - it just reveals his character in a whole new light. Not less evil for it, god no, but the one whom Gandalf calls "faithless and accursed" is suddenly revealed as someone capable of deep, profound, earth-shattering devotion - not just capable, but that's what his whole story is driven by. Sauron the faithless' entire Dark Lord career is actually shaped by keeping faith with his master. That's just amazing to me. HOW ARE YOU ALL NOT SCREAMING ABOUT IT TOO???

16. One of your favourite tropes

Ah man, I'm actually really bad at identifying tropes. I don't really think in terms of "tropes" - which is weird, considering how often I've got lost down a TV Tropes rabbit hole. XD

But in general, anything that's Enemies to Friends or Enemies to Lovers (or both!). Anything that deals with people who are on different sides - and often for good reason - who nevertheless find themselves reaching out to each other across the gulf. Anything about the discovery of common humanity, love transcending all other differences - or, where the love couldn't transcend it, it still mattered ('scuse me, I'm just after reading Frontier Wolf again, I'm feeling a bit tender 😅). Anything where different worlds clash, but then that clash somehow becomes a mingling, even if that can only be between individuals. That's catnip to me. <3

Asks to Spread Love 💖

#meme #fandom things #The Silmarillion #The Fall of Gondolin #storytelling

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Let's throw in some Garleans and see what would be wrought with a Lyrha/Gaius or Nahte/Nero ship. >:3

Oh these are fun to think about! Thank you!

HAH so. Like Riol... it is entirely possible, likely even, that Gaius has tried to kill Lyrha before. Or at least sent men after her. She would steal from Garlemald as readily as from anyone else. That magitek is valuable!!

I think, if they met after her Red Mage makeover, they might actually have a lot in common. Shared trauma! Either of them trying to make a fuss about who they were in the past would be a little too pot-kettle, I think, and they might be able to bond over how hard it is to have yesterday hanging over you when you're trying to be a better person today.

In a way they were both deceived by the system they grew up in. And to be honest, if Lyrha had been conscripted by Garlemald instead of kidnapped by slavers, she'd have done very well for herself. She knows how to maneuver the spheres of ambition; would have figured out how the system worked and made it dance for her. And she'd certainly have been all about ingratiating herself to powerful figures who could help her get ahead and offer her security. It wouldn't hurt that Gaius is pretty easy on the eyes. Livia... would have ended up dying under mysterious circumstances. Nothing anyone could prove. >>

I headcanon Lyrha was also involved in helping with the Weapons arc. Trying to rescue those "kids" from the horrible situations they were forced into is liable to become... extremely personal to her. Hits a little bit close to home. It might matter to Gaius that she's fighting so incredibly hard to try to save his children.

So yknow I hadn't thought about it before but its entirely possible these two have hooked up a time or two. I think at the very least they'd be buddies. She'd pester him incessantly

(also bet there's some fun ship names to be pulled out the "Black Wolf" and "Calico Coerl" pairing up)

While I don't see Nero being able to stop showboating long enough to win Nahte's heart, I could see situations where it might have been taken into consideration, and a little bit of courtship engaged.

Nero seeks a lot of validation, and works very hard to earn it, and I think Nahte would be good about telling Nero how much he appreciates the work the man does. Nahte's also extremely smart and might be able to help Nero work through some of those finicky arcane aspects to tech (assuming Nero would accept the help, anyway)

I don't think Nero ever really successfully fooled Nahte into thinking he was only out for himself, but the insistence was amusing. Nahte, I think, trusted Nero far more quickly than just about anyone else during the Crystal Tower and Omega arcs.

Could see lots of late, coffee-fueled nights with the two of them pouring over research, and Nero constantly trying to equip Nahte with very large guns and fancy magitek armor (those "barriers" of your only extend as far as your aether, Nahte, you need something dependable that can't be dispelled >:C )

Being said, I'm not 100% sure how Nero would handle Nahte being polyamorous. Nero doesn't seem like he'd take well to ""sharing"" anything, he'd probably keep trying to turn it into a competition... xD

Shipping Game

#shipping game #nero tol scaeva #gaius van baelsar #nahte'to vhia #lyrha #text #shadowbringers spoilers

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Ship Template tag... F is for Fabulous, right? RIGHT? | Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @direwombat @nightbloodbix for this one, empty version under the cut

Tagging, @strangefable @cassietrn @florbelles @unholymilf @corvosattano @aceghosts @theelderhazelnut @voidika @onehornedbeast @purplehairsecretlair @wrathfulrook @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @trench-rot @dumbassdep @la-grosse-patate @carlosoliveiraa @shellibisshe @thesingularityseries @marivenah @captastra @finding-comfort-in-rain @gearvmac @g0dspeeed @jackiesarch and anyone that would like to do the tag

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A Lamb Among Wolves

Chapter Seven

Master List / Jupiter Ascending Master List

Pairing: OMC Bedlam Wise/ OFC Pixie Peradino

Warnings: some angst, much fluff (hot, spicy, smutty goodness happens on AO3)

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Bedlam carried Pixie through the ship, ignoring Jol when she squawked about injuries. He shot her a glare, insulted she would think he'd allow his charge to come to harm.

She backed off with a sigh and muttered, "You'll debrief me later."

He nodded but wasn't about to speak to her before fixing what had gone wrong with Pixie. The utter devastation in her scent made him want to shred the cause of her distress with his claw. As he was the cause, it wasn't exactly prudent to beat oneself up.

He allowed her to stand at her door and followed her into her suite before securing the door behind them.

She fluttered like a leaf tossed by the wind, moving restlessly around the room as her scent twisted with sour notes and ashes.

"Why are you upset?"

She glanced in his direction but didn't look at him as she usually would. "I'm not. Everything is fine."

He took a step toward her. "You were happy. Now you aren't."

She turned to face the window and wrapped herself in a hug. "I am happy."

He crossed to her back. "You can't deceive a Lycantant's nose, Pixie."

When he closed his fingers around her shoulders, she sagged. "You found a pack. I'm so happy for you."

She didn't smell happy. She smelled destroyed. The garden that was her scent was rotting and dying.

"Why does this upset you?"

She shrugged away from his hands, putting distance between them as she shed her borrowed jacket, revealing the smooth, soft skin of her bare arms. "It doesn't. You've found a family. That's great."

"Pixie," he growled, flexing his fingers, desperately wanting to touch her.

"It's fine, really," she whispered, her back to him, but she couldn't hide the wet salt scent of her tears. "I'm used to being alone."

He frowned. "Why would you be alone?"

She shook her head. "You found something more suitable. I get it. Not the first time I wasn't wanted."

He closed his eyes, finally understanding what Jupiter meant. It was clear that Pixie thought he was rejecting her, that he'd chosen Caine and his pack over her.

No wonder the Queen has smacked her mate. Bedlam was likely to do the same the next time they met, but his fist would be closed, and it would break the idiot's nose.

Annoyed and frustrated, Bedlam snapped free the buckles of his armour and dropped it to the floor, refusing to have this conversation dressed for battle. He had to fight the one strap down past his wings, pissing him off even more, but he liked how Pixie looked at them and, in turn, him when they hung free. He could see the admiration and, yes, the desire in her eyes and smell it in her scent like a thick coating of tempting honey.

Once it broke loose, he stalked her across the room, grabbed her wrist and spun her around. She landed against his chest with a gasp, her golden eyes enormous and damp with tears. He held her fast when she attempted to pull away, closing his free hand around her nape, sharp claws scraping dangerously on her flesh.

She froze, breath caught, eyes wide, quivering like cornered prey.

His wolf roared.

"How could you ever think I would choose them over you?"

Shock paled her face. "But… Caine said…"

He growled. "Caine offered because of you. You and Jupiter will grow close, being the only two of your kind on this world. Pack allows for security and trust between the two of us. It will grant me access to his den with his mate and their child and gives me peace knowing I can leave you with Caine and Stinger and know they will protect you as I would."

"Why, though? I thought I was just yours to watch over until we find this Gilgamee?"

He tightened his grip. She couldn't possibly know how hard it was for him to break years of training to say what burned on his tongue, what his wolf howled in his heart, what Caine and Stinger encouraged.

"Because, Pixie Peradino, you're mine."

He gave her blue hair a firm tug to tilt back her head and swooped down, stealing her lips for a kiss that fired in his blood.

When she responded with a surprised but enthusiastic little gasp, rational thought gave way to animal instinct.

He backed her into the wall and lifted her higher, desperate for more of her taste. Smouldering roses and blooming flowers filled his nose as her arms and legs wrapped around him, and Bedlam pressed her harder into the wall. Her softness was the perfect place to take his rest, and he ran his hands over her delicious curves.

Her nails skated over his scalp.

"Easy, Duchess," he sighed, tucking his nose into her neck and relishing the scent of sweet, sultry honey that dripped all over jungle petals.

"I don't want to stop," she whispered, as if ashamed to admit it.

He rumbled a sound meant to soothe and stroked her arms. "Neither do I, but here is not the place. An Aegis ship has too many interruptions."

Case in point, the chirp coming from her door.

Bedlam growled and nipped sharp teeth into her shoulder before sucking a mark, listening to her moan. When satisfied the mark would remain, he allowed her to slide down his aroused body to the floor.

The door chirped again, but he ignored it in favour of cupping her face between his hands. "This choice we make will not be easy; there will be opposition."

She shook her head and sent her blue hair flying to tumble appealingly around her face even as she clutched at his clothing. "I don't care. I don't care what anyone else thinks."

"The only opinion that matters to me is yours," he admitted, taking the advice of the men he spent the afternoon with.

They'd broken down his resistance, fed the need in his wolf, and assured him Pixie would never view him as something subhuman because he was a Splice. While the worry still tumbled at the back of his brain, Stinger's explanation of Brantoxs and their relationship to their Bee Splices settled some of that fear.

It wasn't as hard as he thought it would be to speak his thoughts and feelings to his Duchess. Already he'd seen what careless comments could wreak on her psyche and wanted no further misunderstandings between them.

"I care what you think about me, too," she smiled shyly. "I still don't understand what it is about me that you see and want."

Another more impatient chirp sounded.

"I haven't the time to expound on that, but I will. Soon." He tenderly kissed her, drinking in the sweet flavour before a third chirp at the door preceded angry pounding.

He growled and drew away, stalked to the door and palmed it open. "What?" spilled from his lips in a deadly snarl.

Jol's Lieutenant took a swift step backward before finding his courage. "The Captain wants you on the bridge."

Bedlam narrowed his eyes but gave a nod of agreement. "I'll be there in five."

"She said now."

He reached up to lazily grip the doorframe and dig in his claws in a show of force that did not go unnoticed. "And I said five."

The Lieutenant scowled, sneered and walked away, grumbling about filthy mutts, but Bedlam let it slide for now.

There were always training exercises in which a body could take a beating under the pretense of a spar.

He shut the door and found Pixie swaying, appearing exhausted and returned to cup her chin. She blinked at him with her wolf eyes and made him smile as she melted into his hand.

"You should sleep. It has been a long few days."

Pixie's eyes widened. "Days? Has it really only been days?"

He brushed at the dark circle beneath her eye. "Less than seventy-two of your Earth hours."

"That doesn't seem right. I've… only eaten like three times?"

He shrugged. "Space travel is strange on the digestive system, and they lace the air of Orous to keep people semi-compliant. There would be more brawls otherwise."

She gaped at him. "Seriously?"

"What? You thought we spent hours in line with no washrooms, no food, and without dozing off, and it was natural?" he teased.

She blushed and shook her head. "I didn't even think about it."

"See? Compliant," he snickered.

Her little fists were no match for him when she flailed them at his chest, causing him to laugh and pull her back into his embrace. "You're so tiny."

She pouted and made him want to bite her lip. "Ugh, I'm so not. You're just enormous."

He growled and tucked his nose under her ear, where her scent bloomed so beautifully. "We're going to deal with that self-confidence. Stinger said Earth women have strange views on what is attractive. You will cease thinking you need to lose weight."

Before she could say anything, he gripped her bottom and hoisted her up, causing her to yelp and scramble to grab his shoulders as he walked across the room and dropped her on her bed.

Whatever protests she intended to make ended when he knelt between her knees, climbed up her body and lifted his wings to spread out over the two of them.

Her scent erupted; spicy peppers of excitement and smouldering blossoms of sultry heat made him rumble in pleasure. She'd be the death of him with that scent alone.

His sweet Duchess.

His little mate.

Bedlam seized her mouth, desperate for another taste, unable to resist scraping his teeth on her plump lower lip, wanting nothing more than to show her all the things he desired to do with and to her.

Her hands skimmed over his ribs and around to grip his back.

Before he lost what little sense he had left, he tore himself away from her, shaking as his restraint fractured. "Sleep, now," he commanded, voice rough. "I'll return when I'm in better control."

He left before she could call him back.

***

Pixie stared at the ceiling in amazement as every cell in her body appeared to vibrate with endorphins.

"Wow…"

She giggled.

If this was the advice Caine and Stinger gave Bedlam, she needed to send the pair a fruit basket or something.

She pulled herself up, stumbled to the facilities, and cleaned up before returning to bed.

Bedlam was right in that she was exhausted.

Sleep was something she'd had in limited quantities lately. The nights often brought noises and fear as memories of her time with Nathan kept her from a solid rest. Even when she reminded herself that she'd escaped, gotten away, and wasn't worth coming after, she still dreamed.

She'd hear his voice at night telling her how stupid and worthless she was. How she never did anything right, and whatever punishments he delivered, she'd brought upon herself.

He didn't hit her often as his particular brand of torture was mind games. He had a way of speaking that always made her feel so bad about herself. Like she was a waste of space, and the world would be better off without her in it.

Flinching, Pixie stripped off her pants and bra before realizing she had nothing to wear to bed. She waffled between sleeping in her shirt or just her underwear and settled for the shirt.

If she smelled funky later, she could probably ask Jol for another set of clothes. Or maybe they'd have something on Kar-mal Ta Do.

According to Jupiter, genetic recurrences were exact physical matches, so perhaps Trillian had also been bigger.

As Pixie climbed under the sheets, she stared at the mark on her wrist. "I own a planet," she whispered, still unable to believe it.

And not just a planet, but laboratories, nurseries, greenhouses, and entire industries dedicated to creating medicinal supplies used across the Verse.

Bob tried to explain how much Pixie was worth, but she didn't understand the concept of their money. When Jupiter explained Pixie was worth what amounted to trillions of dollars, she'd laughed. It wasn't believable.

When Jupiter explained the Abraxos matriarch was worth hundreds of trillions of dollars, Pixie felt faint.

To amass that kind of wealth seemed improbable, but it was quite possible when you took into account RegeneX and its ability to reverse the aging process.

Still, the thought of killing billions of people just so some could live a few centuries more made her feel sick. People weren't cattle to be slaughtered for a few elite souls to live forever.

It made her even more determined to find an alternative. She was a botanist with a master's in Chemistry. If anyone could figure this it, it was Pixie.

***

Bedlam stalked onto the bridge with his wings out, causing Jol's crew to scurry out of his way. "Captain."

She eyed him up and down, arched a brow, and turned toward her office. "With me."

She headed into the simple space. It was uncluttered besides a few commendations and awards and a round window that looked out at the stars.

He followed like a good dog but bristled when her Lieutenant attempted to join them and shut the door in his face.

"That was rude," Jol chuckled.

Bedlam snorted and shrugged. "So was he."

She smirked and sat behind her desk but continued looking at him like she knew something he didn't.

He crossed his arms and stood waiting for Jol to get to the point.

"Tarrant tells me you threatened him."

"Not in so many words. He was interrupting"

Jol arched a brow. "Oh? Something to report?"

He stared her down. "Not at this time."

"Your visit with the Queen was productive?"

"Extremely," he smirked.

"Good." She picked up a plaque of black stamped in gold. "You're being transferred."

Fear turned instantly into aggression that saw him stepping forward to brace his hands and lean menacingly over her desk. "Like hell I am!"

He had to give it to her; she didn't even flinch in the face of his rage, just held up the order. "Maybe you should read it before you get your ass court marshalled."

He snatched it from her hand, prepared to throw it and her through the door before the seal of authorization caught his attention.

It came from Queen Jupiter.

He opened the coil-bound order and read aloud. "By order of Her Majesty, Queen Jupiter Abraxos, the Skyjacker known as The Rogue, Bedlam Wise, is hereby and forevermore assigned as the Head of Security to Her Grace, Duchess Pixie Brantox. Furthermore, he is granted…."

His voice failed as he read the following lines.

"... granted his freedom from the Legion, his service paid in full, along with all rights and privileges of a pack alpha of the highest rank."

Jol produced two pieces of metal from her desk, one gold and one black. "Apparently, you made quite the impression down there. I'm happy you found your pack, Bedlam."

He stared at the cuff and collar, stunned at all Caine and Jupiter accomplished in such a short time. "He… he offered because of her, Pixie. I never expected them to do… this."

Jol laughed and rose to circle her desk. "Caine is the highest ranked alpha in all the Verse. You're the most deadly. He also knows how to play the game. This will secure your loyalty for life."

She picked up the golden collar, more of a torque in truth, of braided metal with the mark of Caine's pack on a disc at the center. It would sit flat against the hollow of his throat and show all who cared to look that he was part of the Jupiter Wolf pack. And when he established his pack, there was space to add a second disc to honour his mate.

It was more than he expected. More than he felt he deserved. And while Jol made it sound calculated, Bedlam was not so sure. He got the impression that Caine and Jupiter did things because they were good people, not for political gain.

The obsidian cuff was different. It marked him as free. Free of the Legion, free of the Aegis, but the symbol engraved on the back was that of his Duchess, her planet with the multi-petalled flower. It labelled him as hers better than any leash ever could.

"It's a damn good thing you don't play poker," Jol muttered. "You'd clean me out. I can't tell if you're happy about this or pissed off."

He picked the cuff off the desk and slipped it over his right hand, locking it around his wrist. Once they reached The Garden, he would use the tech inside to link with her security and see to it no one ever got close enough to hurt or threaten her again.

"Happy," he murmured, tracing the flower. "Very."

Jol held out the collar. "Then I'm happy for you, but not everyone will be. Another Splice becoming the mate of an Entitled will set the Verse on its ear."

He glanced at her as he secured the item around his neck. It was heavy and cold but quickly warming with his body heat. "It will be even worse when she finds an alternative to RegeneX."

"I wondered," she nodded. "Queen Jupiter has no issue letting everyone know how she feels about harvesting planets."

"Her Grace feels the same way."

Jol chuckled and shook her head. "Go. Go back to your Duchess and give her the good news. I'll send your thanks to their Majesties before we head for Kar-mal Ta Do."

Bedlam nodded before leaving. However, Tarrant stood in the doorway, attempting to eavesdrop. "Move."

The Lieutenant scowled. "Spliced scum."

"Respectfully, Lieutenant, fuck you," Bedlam grinned as he ran the fingers of his right hand along his new collar, showing off it and the cuff that announced him a free wolf before flipping the Aegis the middle finger.

He left the man gaping and exited the bridge in a subtle ruffle of feathers.

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#A Lamb Among Wolves #jupiter ascending fanfiction #original characters

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Mayor Lowell Presents: Ships..and we’re not talking about romance.

“Ahoy folks! Mayor Lowell here with a brand new “Mayor Lowell Presents”! Today we’re going to be taking a look at some of the more well known ships we have in our database! I should point out we’re talking about vessels, not relationship nicknames.”

“Let’s start out with the “Lady Catherine”. The flagship of the Apricus navy, captained by none other than Hector Larsen. The Lady Catherine is an incredibly formidable vessel, a blend of new age strength and power matched with old school sturdy construction. This ship has been upgraded over time but still maintains it’s original appearance. Despite her size she’s an incredibly quick ship, able to catch up to vessels much lighter than herself. She’s named after Captain Larsen’s love from long ago, Catherine Weaver.”

“Next up we have the “Hydra”. The Hydra is the scourge of the great seas, captained by the self-proclaimed “pirate king” Balthasar Schwarzwasser. The Hydra may well be the largest ship to sail the seas. The hull has been reinforced with the bones of a gigantic sea beast. The creature’s skull is used as the ship’s bow. It’s jaw can open to completely swallow smaller ships, bringing them inside to be ripped apart by a waiting crew. From what we know the Hydra has around one hundred and twenty four cannons, a rear mounted flame thrower, and many other weapons at it’s disposal.”

“The “Gilded Wolf” is another vessel belonging to one of the pirate lords. Captained by Torchwick, the Gilded Wolf is a bit smaller than the previous two ships. Her golden hull is unmistakable, be aware though it’s often used to reflect sunlight and blind those who stare at her for too long. She’s an incredibly fast vessel, her crew is very adept at using all sorts of trickery to confuse, and disorient their targets before swooping in, robbing them blind, and sailing off into the sunset before their victims even realize what happened.”

“The “Dusk Rose” is captained by the pirate lord Circe. Much like her captain, not very much is known about the Dusk Rose. The vessel seems to be able to appear and disappear into strange otherworldly fog. Of all the ships on the list, she’s left the least amount of survivors. Though slightly on the small side she’s loaded with custom weaponry designed to send much larger vessels below the waves.”

“The “Revelry” is captained by the fearsome pirate lord Jean Spaulding. The Revelry may well be the strangest entry on this list but considering who her captain is, can we be surprised? Often times announcing her presence by making as much noise as possible, something most merchant vessels have learned to fear. Some of the reports even used the term “ominous honking”. Do not take this ship lightly though, she’s armed to the teeth, having everything from flamethrowers, to smoke screens, to a specialized cannon that launches acid filled projectiles.”

“Next we have the “Demon’s Fang”. The most feared pirate ship to sail the waters surrounding Kwailai. Captained by the pirate lord Natsuo Ogata. Of all the entries on the list the Demon’s Fang is the most unique in terms of construction. She still retains her traditional Kwailai style, in fact this type of vessel has been outdated for quite some time. Appearances however can be deceiving. She may look traditional but she’s likely been upgraded time and time again. She’s also the quickest vessel on our list. What she lacks in hull strength she makes up for in maneuverability, and hidden weaponry.”

“Finally we head back to Apricus to take a look at another Navy vessel. The “Renewed Purpose” is captained by Fleet Commander Kei Kawakami. This vessel is one of the fleet’s pride and joys. She’s a technologically advanced ship mixed with some of the old school construction Captain Larsen tends to favor. She’s light, maneuverable, able to make some incredibly complicated evasive maneuvers, and she’s packing some major firepower. In fact some of her weaponry is still considered classified.”

“That’s going to do it for now. I assure you we’ll have more vessels to talk about in the future! I’d like to than everyone for watching, I hope you all have a lovely weekend! I’m Mayor Lowell, and this has been “Mayor Lowell Presents”!”

#Mayor Lowell Presents #Flavian Lowell

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fcb4 · 1 year

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The Vikings are raiding, the people are degenerates, the clergy are corrupted and the leaders of the kingdom are brigands…so cries the Bishop known as: The Wolf

🔥🔥🔥 Bishop Wulfstan: Sermon of the Wolf to the English written c1009🔥🔥🔥

“Beloved men, know that which is true: this world is in haste and it nears the end.”

The State of the Nation:

And in short, the laws of God are hated and his teaching despised; therefore we all are frequently disgraced through God’s anger, let him know it who is able. And that loss will become universal, although one may not think so, to all these people, unless God protects us. Therefore it is clear and well seen in all of us that we have previously more often transgressed than we have amended, and therefore much is greatly assailing this nation.

Nothing has prospered now for a long time either at home or abroad, but there has been military devastation and hunger, burning and bloodshed in nearly every district time and again. And stealing and slaying, plague and pestilence, murrain and disease, malice and hate, and the robbery by robbers have injured us very terribly.

And excessive taxes have afflicted us, and storms have very often caused failure of crops; therefore in this land there have been, as it may appear, many years now of injustices and unstable loyalties everywhere among men. Now very often a kinsman does not spare his kinsman any more than the foreigner, nor the father his children, nor sometimes the child his own father, nor one brother the other.

Neither has any of us ordered his life just as he should, neither the ecclesiastic according to the rule nor the layman according to the law, but we have transformed desire into laws for us entirely too often, and have kept neither precepts nor laws of God or men just as we should.

Neither has anyone had loyal intentions with respect to others as justly as he should, but almost everyone has deceived and injured another by words and deeds; and indeed almost everyone unjustly stabs the other from behind with shameful assaults and with wrongful accusations — let him do more, if he may.

The Sin of Sex Trafficking

“Also we know well where this crime has occurred, and it is shameful to speak of that which has happened too widely. And it is terrible to know what too many do often, those who for a while carry out a miserable deed, who contribute together and buy a woman as a joint purchase between them and practice foul sin with that one woman, one after another, and each after the other like dogs that care not about filth; and then for a price they sell a creature of God – His own purchase that He bought at a great cost – into the power of enemies.”

“And many misfortunes befall this nation time and again: things have not prospered now for a long time neither at home nor abroad, but there has been destruction and hate in every district time and again, and the English have been entirely defeated for a long time now, and very truly disheartened through the anger of God”

We Pay Our Abusers:

“But all the insult that we often suffer, we repay by honoring those who insult us. We pay them continually and they humiliate us daily; they ravage and they burn, plunder and rob and carry to the ship; and lo! what else is there in all these happenings except God’s anger clear and evident over this nation?”

Sins of the people:

It is no wonder that there is mishap among us: because we know full well that now for many years men have too often not cared what they did by word or deed; but this nation, as it may appear, has become very corrupt through manifold sins and through many misdeeds: through murder and through evil deeds, through avarice and through greed, through stealing and through robbery, through man-selling and through heathen vices, through betrayals and through frauds, through attacks on kinsmen and through manslaughter, through injury of men in holy orders and through adultery, through incest and through various fornications. And also, far and wide, as we said before, more than should be are lost and perjured through the breaking of oaths and through violations of pledges, and through various lies; and non-observances of church feasts and fasts widely occur time and again. And also there are here in the land God’s adversaries, degenerate apostates, and hostile persecutors of the Church and entirely too many grim tyrants, and widespread despisers of divine laws and Christian virtues, and foolish deriders everywhere in the nation, most often of those things that the messengers of God command, and especially those things that always belong to God’s law by right.

Here in the country, as it may appear, too many are sorely wounded by the stains of sin. Here there are, as we said before, manslayers and murderers of their kinsmen, and murderers of priests and persecutors of monasteries, and traitors and notorious apostates, and here there are perjurers and murderers, and here there are injurers of men in holy orders and adulterers, and people greatly corrupted through incest and through various fornications, and here there are harlots and infanticides and many foul adulterous fornicators, and here there are witches and sorceresses, and here there are robbers and plunderers and pilferers and thieves, and injurers of the people and pledge-breakers and treaty-breakers, and, in short, a countless number of all crimes and misdeeds. And we are not at all ashamed of it, but we are greatly ashamed to begin the remedy just as the books teach, and that is evident in this wretched and corrupt nation.

Sins of the Clergy:

And entirely too many holy religious foundations have deteriorated because some men have previously been placed in them who ought not to have been, if one wished to show respect to God’s sanctuary.

And that came about, just as he said, through breach of rule by the clergy… through the sloth of the bishops and folly, and through the wicked cowardice of messengers of God, who swallowed the truths entirely too often and they mumbled through their jaws where they should have cried out”

And therefore things have now come far and wide to that full evil way that men are more ashamed now of good deeds than of misdeeds; because too often good deeds are abused with derision and the Godfearing are blamed entirely too much, and especially are men reproached and all too often greeted with contempt who love right and have fear of God to any extent.

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