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queenshelby · 5 months

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Forbidden Desire (Part 20)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest, Smut

Please comment and engage xx 😘

A few hours later, when most of the guests had left and Edward had fallen asleep, you took the time to have a conversation with Robert who appeared rather anxious about recent developments.

Sitting beside you on the chaise longue inside one of the guestrooms, he expressed his concern regarding your involvement in this dangerous lifestyle shared by your family. According to him, there were mentions of drug trafficking and killings amongst some of the men and this worried him greatly.

"You knew about all this, didn't you?" Robert probed gently, searching your eyes for answers. You hesitated briefly, weighing whether to divulge your knowledge or maintain the facade. Ultimately, honesty won out, driven by a genuine sense of trust that developed between you two. Nodding solemnly, you confirmed his suspicion.

"Yes," you paused momentarily, pondering the best approach to discuss this sensitive topic. "I know that my family is involved in illegal activities, and I also know how dangerous these activities can be. This is why I did not want you to come here with me. This place is nothing but trouble." You confessed to Robert honestly, shaking your head slightly.

"So the fire at the hotel wasn't an accident then?" Robert asked curiously, recalling how much danger it put you in.

"No, it wasn't an accident. The fire was targeted at us. Shelby Company Limited owns the hotel and I...," you began to say without completing your sentence. "You know, don't worry about it. We are safe here with my uncle," you tried reassuring Robert, though deep down you weren't completely convinced either. You knew that Tommy would do anything to keep you safe but he cared much less for Robert's wellbeing.

"I do not like it here Y/N. Your uncle appears to be a dangerous man and whilst your father seems to have found God, I feel as though his past is rather dark as well. There are men with outside, with guns. There are at least ten of them and your uncle has been carrying a loaded weapon for the entirety of the evening. When he returned with you from the fire, his clothes were stained with blood. It worries me greatly, my dear," Robert continued expressing his concerns with a heavy heart.

Your expression fell, sensing the weight of his words, yet understanding where he was coming from.

"I know Robert, but we will go back to Boston soon and all will be fine, yes? In Boston, we will be safe and far away from my family", you promised, attempting to alleviate his apprehension.

"Yes my love, but you need to promise me that you aren't involved in anything dangerous, alright?" Robert insisted, placing a gentle palm on your shoulder, seeking reassurance. Feeling both guilty and relieved that he believed in you, you nodded your head firmly.

"Alright! Now get some sleep while I tend to the little hungry monster," you then said as you heard Edward screaming from the nursery next door. With a soft smile on your face, you glanced at Robert who nodded understandingly.

Standing up, you walked toward the doorway leading to the nursery, calling out softly, trying to coax the baby to silence before disappearing into the next room to pick up your son.

Gently rocking him against your bosom, your heart ached thinking about the uncertain future ahead for your tiny boy and, just as you looked for somewhere to sit down, Tommy's maid Frances entered the room.

"He looks a lot like his father, doesn't he?" Frances observed. She too heard the cries and offered to take you the reading room for sake of peace and quiet, allowing you to breastfeed your son comfortably.

"I suppose he does Frances," you responded absentmindedly, as you thought about your situation while following Frances down the stairs and into the dimly lit library.

"Would you like some help?" she offered kindly, recognising the strain on your face. "It must be hard having a young child in your care alone," she observed as you struggled with your dress.

Feeling grateful for her support, you smiled warmly and accepted her offer, but just as Frances was about to take Edward so that you could get comfortable on the sofa to feed him, Tommy came walking into the darkened room.

"I've got him. Thank you, Frances," Tommy spoke before gently taking his son from your hands.

"You may leave," he then told his maid while looking down at Edward affectionately and, immediately, his demeanor changed drastically upon seeing him as his heart filled with pride and possessiveness.

"Yes sir," Frances nodded respectfully, exiting quietly leaving only the three of you in the darkness of the library. As she closed the door behind her, the moonlight filtered through the windows casting eerie patterns across the walls and floor.

You sat down silently watching as Tommy cradled Edward close to his chest. By this point, he had stopped crying now, despite being hungry, which surprised you considering how demanding he often was.

The tender way Tommy held him seemed almost instinctual, hinting at what might lie beneath his harsh exterior as, now, there were moments when he showed compassion and vulnerability - qualities usually hidden underneath layers of bravado and brutality.

"He is quite similar to you in many ways, isn't he?" you commented, feeling an odd mixture of admiration and trepidation as you looked at Edward, your son, nestled snugly in Tommy's strong arms.

Without speaking, Tommy acknowledged your observation with a simple nod, studying the features of his son intently. His eyes traced every curve of the baby's round cheeks, captivated by the resemblance.

Edward had Tommy's blue eyes and full lips. His skin was covered in tiny little freckles that dotted his nose and forehead and you knew that these same freckles would eventually grow more prominent as he aged, becoming part of his distinctive charm.

As you watched Tommy hold his son, you felt a sudden surge of emotion flooding your heart, making it race. Despite the circumstances surrounding the conception of Edward and your complex familial connections, witnessing Tommy's paternal side made you realize again that even he possessed humanity.

Although deeply rooted in crime and violence, the bond between him and his son revealed something else entirely – something fragile, unspoken, and profoundly personal.

"I do have to feed him soon Tom," you remarked after observing the silent exchange between father and son for several minutes.

"Yes, of course," Tommy nodded graciously, handing the squirming infant back to you, his touch lingering around Edward ever so slightly longer than necessary while you lowered the top of your dress.

"I should give you some privacy," Tommy murmured, stepping away from you slowly, but you shook your head and smiled.

"You can stay if you like. It's not that you haven't seen my breasts before," you joked lightheartedly, trying to break the growing tension between you and Tommy. But instead of replying to your remark, Tommy remained silent and still, his gaze fixating solely on you and his son.

He looked at you in awe and disbelief, marveling over the fact that you gave birth to his son. The revelation struck him harder than he expected it to. For once, he couldn’t find any words to speak, lost amidst the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in his brain.

Uncomfortable with the intense silence hanging in the air, you took the initiative to diffuse the awkwardness.

"I miss the days where we were close, Tommy," you whispered gratefully as you started to undo two more buttons of your dress.

Bending forward to make access easier for your son, you glanced upwards to see Tommy watching your movements, a mix of emotions flashing across his face. Unsettled by his piercing gaze, you cleared your throat nervously and continued, focusing on your task.

"I miss these days too, Love," he replied somberly, his voice hoarse with emotion. He shifted uneasily in his seat, unable to meet your eye directly.

Silence enveloped the small space once more, thickening with the tension radiating off both of you. Sensing the moment growing increasingly fraught, you broke the tension with another comment.

"If you missed the time we spent with each other, then why did you never write to me?” you ventured, hoping to gain insight into his changing behavior.

However, your question hung heavily in the air, stirring up waves of guilt, confusion, and regret within Tommy. Unable to face the truth himself, he chose evasion instead.

"Things changed. I knew we couldn't be together, so I needed to distance myself from you," he muttered dismissively, his eyes finally finding yours, conveying sadness and loss.

"Do you love Lizzie?" you asked suddenly, wondering whether Tommy was merely settling because of the expectations placed upon him due to his position.

His brow furrowed as you posed such a direct question. Taking a deep breath, he let forth a heavy sigh, choosing his words carefully.

"Love takes time," he began cautiously, "I love our daughter, Ruby and, maybe one day, I can love her mother too," he explained, causing you to chuckle, which was a gesture he willfully ignored.

"Do you love Robert?" Tommy suddenly countered, his tone turning confrontational.

"Well, no...it's complicated," you answered hesitantly, struggling to articulate your own feelings for your lover. "We met during difficult times, and I found solace in someone I didn't think I would ever meet," you explained reluctantly and with a shaky voice.

"Alright, then tell me Love, do you still love me?" Tommy probed further, his curiosity piqued as much as his jealousy. He leaned closer, searching for signs of weakness in your eyes.

Your heart raced as your pulse quickened. Swallowing hard, you tried to hide your emotional turmoil behind a facade of indifference. However, Tommy noticed your struggle instantly.

"It doesn't matter because, whether I love you or not, won't make a difference at all," you confessed candidly, your voice breaking as you uttered those painful words. The weight of them settled between you, causing your hearts to skip a beat simultaneously.

"What happened to us Tommy? Why am I sitting here, holding your son, yet I am so far apart from you?" you lamented sorrowfully, tears beginning to pool in your eyes. This confession hurt both of you deeply, reminding you of a connection that was irreversibly severed and, just as Tommy was about to respond to your statement, his fiancée Lizzie barged in.

"Come to bed, Thomas!" she exclaimed impatiently, oblivious to the delicate balance of raw emotions simmering in the room. Her presence brought relief to Tommy, offering a welcome distraction from his tumultuous inner battle.

Avoiding any mention of your conversation, Tommy calmly rose from his chair and bid goodnight, kissing Lizzie softly on the cheek.

Then, without giving you a chance to respond, he exited the room swiftly, eager to escape the palpable tension.

Watching him go, you bit your lip anxiously, struggling to comprehend the multitude of emotions coursing through your veins. You turned toward Lizzie, trying to gauge her reaction to your encounter with Tommy. Surprised by your display of familiarity, she raised an eyebrow curiously, seemingly confused by your interaction. However, deciding against prying further, she dismissed the situation altogether.

Closing the door gently behind her, Lizzie left you alone with your thoughts and emotions. With a sense of desolation, you gathered yourself and proceeded to prepare Edward for sleep. Nursing him until he fell asleep, rocking him gently in your arms as you hummed a melody passed down generations in your family. The comforting rhythm of the song calming not only Edward but also serving as balm to your wounded soul.

Meanwhile, outside the nursery, Tommy stood motionlessly, the events transpiring inside having left him reeling.

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bloodlust-1 · 3 months

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Might I make a request for subby Gortash? I want that man on his knees, begging.

-@thewildrover

To answer this, hell yes. Im here for it give me all that freaky mean shit. Let's get into iiitttt!!!

hope you like it @thewildrover !

On His Knees

Gortash x fem Tav — Explicit 18+

Summary: After waking up to find himself bound on his knees, Gortash realizes he is at the mercy of Tav's wrath. However, her anger quickly transforms into seduction as she manipulates him with her charms. Left with nothing but his desire to please her, Gortash is determined to make her his by any means necessary.

T/W: smut! Blood, abuse

Notes: This is a little raunchy so if that's what you're into then by all means ;p he’s subby for the first half

Gortash eyes fluttered open, and he groaned to the throbbing headache and aching joints. He was on his knees, hands and feet bound to a pillar in the center of a dimly lit room.

How the fuck did I get here?

Confused and disoriented, Gortash tried to recall how he got there. The last thing he remembered was the way the alcohol burned his throat at the tavern earlier that day. He must've blacked out.

footsteps echoed around him, and when the figure came closer, Gortash's heart skipped a beat. It was a woman, and a beautiful one at that. She had long dark hair, smooth curves, and a stern expression on her face.

Tav, stood over him, with her eyebrows furrowed. Interesting, he thought she sided with Orin.

"Why am I tied up like this?" Gortash demanded, trying to sound confident and unfazed.

"You are a despicable excuse for a human being, Gortash," Tav spat, her voice filled with disgust. "You have caused so much pain and suffering, and now it's time for you to pay for your crimes."

Gortash couldn't help but laugh at Tav's words. He had always been attracted to strong, powerful women, and Tav was no exception. Seeing her standing there, with her hands on her hips, only made him more excited.

"Is that so?" he teased, dripping with sarcasm. "And what punishment do you have in mind for me, my dear Tav? Are you going to beat me to a pulp?"

Tav rolled her eyes and shook her head. Gods he is such a fucking scoundrel.

"You think this is funny? You think it's amusing to mock me?" Tav snapped, her voice trembling with frustration.

Gortash's laugh died down and a grin tugged at his lips. He continued to ridicule Tav between chuckles. Gortash couldn't help himself. The more she scolded him, the more turned-on he became.

Tav walked towards Gortash, and gripped a handful of his hair, "I heard your plans to get rid of me. How dare you ever try to lay a hand on me and my friends," she said, her voice low and menacing.

Gortash's heart raced as Tav leaned in closer, her face just inches away from his. He could feel her breath on his skin, and it sent shivers down his spine.

Tav clenched her fists and threw a punch at his face, and she continued to mercilessly beat him. Blood streamed down his face, mixing with the sweat that dripped from his forehead.

Gortash could just groan as her fists connected to his face.

Gortash licked his lips and smiled up at Tav. There was a seductive glint in his eyes, a look that sent shivers down Tav's spine. Tav pulled back her raw bloodied fists as she studied his face.

Was he enjoying this?

And there it was, the bulge in his pants.

The frown, the passion in her voice, her eyes, and fuck why did this turn him on so much. Gortash didn't expect Tav to be so beautifully enraged.

Tav smirked, he was just another pathetic sex-driven man. Of course, he's attracted to her, and she decided to use it to her advantage.

"Perhaps I should teach you a lesson in a different way," she whispered, her lips dangerously close to his ear.

Gortash's heart skipped a beat as Tav's words sent a wave of desire through him. The bulge in his pants twitched in anticipation.

As Tav pulled away, Gortash grinned. He had always been a troublemaker, and it seemed like he had finally found someone who could bring up his cock.

"Do your worst, pussy," Gortash scoffed threw the slick of blood that streamed down his face. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Without warning, she lunged forward and pressed her lips against his, tasting the metallic tang of blood mixed with alcohol. Gortash responded eagerly, his hands straining against the ropes that bound him. The sudden ache between her thighs and the thrill of it all clouded her better judgment.

Tav pulled away from the kiss with a sharp gasp, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. She looked down at Gortash, his tired eyes pierced her own. Tav stepped back and circled around him, her hands running over the ropes that bound him.

"I saw your lingering look," Tav's voice echoed off the stone walls. "The longing in your eyes the day we met." Tav paused, her gaze fixed on Gortash's face. She could see the confusion and desire in his eyes as he struggled against the ropes.

His skin started to become raw from his constant tugging.

Tav then put her foot on his shoulder and pushed, forcing Gortash's back to press against the hard pillar. He winced in pain, but his eyes never left Tav's.

"I know you want me," Tav continued, her voice dripping with seduction. "But I also know that you're not the kind of man who gives in easily." She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "And that's what makes this oh-so painful for you."

Gortash's eyes widened in realization as Tav stepped back, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She began to slowly unbutton her shirt, revealing more and more of her smooth skin with each button. Gortash's eyes followed every move, his heart racing with frustration.

"Fuck, show me more..." He whispered threateningly under her watch. “I want to ruin you.”

"You see, Gortash," Tav said, her voice low and sultry. "I have a proposition for you." She leaned in close once again, her lips just inches away from his. "If you can escape from these ropes," Her finger trailed along the rope that bound him. "Then I'll give myself to you willingly."

He struggled against the ropes. Tav's words were like a challenge, and he was determined to prove himself worthy. But the constant pulling only damaged his skin more.

"Well isn't this just unfair circumstances for me. I respect that." Gortash huffed out in annoyance. No way could he unbound himself but how could he be mad at her? Dirty games were his forte.

Her shirt was just barely showing her bare chest.

"You're just begging me to fuck you." Gortash scoffed with hearts practically in his eyes. “Please just — fuck. Let me loose.”

Tav had already stepped back, a playful smile on her face. "Looks like you'll have to try harder," she teased, tossing a small pocket knife at his knees, "You'll manage to get yourself out of this mess." She finally turned to walk away.

"Tav?"

Her footsteps echoed away and Gortash kept calling out Tav's name even adding in a 'Please'. Which was something he never did.

Gortash could only watch in frustration as Tav disappeared into the darkness, leaving him tied up. But a smile spread across his face and he realized that this was just the beginning of this dangerous and thrilling game.

Tav was out and about in town on her own. She wanted to shop for new clothes until she felt someone's hand wrap around her mouth. She was pulled into an ally and the Steel Watchers conveniently guarded the entrance, blocking anyone in.

She struggled against her attacker, but his grip was too powerful.

To her surprise, it was Gortash, pinning her body against the ally's brick wall.

Gortash's arms wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her in place.

"You play quite the game, my dear," Gortash said, his breath hot against her neck. "And I finally have you now."

"Took you long enough, Lord Gortash." Tav mocked his name with a chuckle. Her heart raced under his hold but the excitement of challenging him was too fun.

Before she could say anything, Gortash's lips were on hers, kissing her roughly. His grip on her was strong and commanding. As he deepened the kiss, his hands roamed over Tav's body, sending shivers down her spine.

"You're mine now," Gortash growled against her lips. Tav's heart skipped a beat at his possessive words. She couldn't deny how sexy she found him in that low-cut shirt. His hands gripped her tits and ass.

Suddenly, Gortash's lips left hers and he moved down to her neck, kissing and biting her skin. Tav winced at the sharp pain, but couldn't deny moaning in pleasure. Fear and excitement coursed through her veins while Gortash continued to bruise her neck with his bites.

"You like that, don't you?" Gortash asked, his voice low and seductive. Tav could only nod in response, unable to form words as Gortash's lips and teeth continued to leave their mark on her.

Tav knew the consequences fucking Gortash but she couldn't escape his touch now. Not when she replayed their last encounter over In her head. It was so hard walking away from him that day and not fuck him.

Gortash was in Tav's head and she was in his.

Gortash reached down and unbuckled his belt, the sound of the metal clinking echoing in the ally. Tav's heart pounded in her chest and she watched him pull down his pants, revealing his thick, muscular thighs and large, erect cock.

Immediately Tav's face grew hot with intimidation by Gortash's size. Her mouth practically watered from the way it twitched every time he touched her.

Gortash turned to Tav and roughly grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to him. He tugged down her pants, exposing her bare skin in such a public place. Tav could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she wanted this as much as he did.

Without any warning or preparation, Gortash placed his tip on the entrance of Tav's core. He pushed himself into Tav, causing her to wince in pain. She could feel his girth stretching her, and she could barely contain a whimper.

"God, you're so tight," Gortash growled.

Gortash didn't care about Tav's discomfort. He grabbed her hips, pushed her back against the wall, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

With a firm grip, Gortash began to thrust into her with a force that made her head spin. Tav could feel the roughness of his skin against hers, and she moaned out as her arms wrapped around his neck.

Tav felt herself getting lost in his forceful pumps. Gortash's rough thrusts sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she surrendered to it.

"You're mine now, Tav. Mine to do whatever I want with." He snarled, his grip on her hips tightening.

"N-nghh, fuck - y-yes-" Tav hazily agreed, completely lost in the way he pumped in and out of her.

Fuck why was she even agreeing with him?

Gortash's movements became more and more forceful, and Tav could feel herself getting closer to the edge. Just as Tav let out a breathy yelp, his lips muffled over hers.

He snaked his tongue into her mouth and tasted every inch of her tongue in desperation. Their mouths harshly clashed with each other in a messy kiss.

Gortash groaned in pleasure, and she knew he was reaching his climax from the heat that exuded off his cock inside her.

With one final thrust, Gortash released himself inside of Tav, and she could feel the warmth of his seed filling her.

Tav collapsed onto his shoulders, breathing heavily as Gortash pulled out of her.

Tav held onto his body, exhausted and satisfied, and he slowly brought her down to her feet. His skin was dampened with their mixed sweat.

He leaned down and placed a rough kiss on Tav's forehead before whispering, "You are spared for now, but I expect you to come visit me at the palace."

Tav felt both terrified and excited for what was to come.

Any Thoughts? Comment 👇🏼 I love to engage!

I want him so bad.

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anxiousnerdwritings · 11 months

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Could you do cersei writing to joanna!reader while tyrion has sent her to dorne with myrcella

My Dearest Daughter,

Oh, how I miss you so, my sweet. Both you and Myrcella. There isn’t a moment that passes me by where I am not overcome with either of your absences. Truth be told, I had stood in the exact spot where I was forced to watch you be stolen away from me saw you off, watching as you sailed away from the only home you had ever known, as you sailed further and further away from me, for hours afterwards. I couldn’t be moved, I didn’t want to be. I was praying and praying that the ship would turn back around and bring you back to me, both of you, that you would be safely in my embrace once more but of course the gods could not careless for my pleas. I had even resigned myself to the comfort of your room for days on end. It was the only thing at the time that made me feel close to you again. Even after I had returned to my own chambers after my longing I still found myself in front of your door especially, (Name). It didn’t help that I could swear I still heard your voice and the sound of your laughter every so often. I even thought I caught a glimpse of you a few times out the corner of my eye, but alas I know it truly couldn’t have been you. That it could not be either of my beloved girls. I was so overcome without you that just wanted you with me again. I still want you with me, the only place you belong.

I truly, truly hope the Martells are treating the two of you well, treating you as you so deserve to be treated, and that Dorne has welcomed you with open arms. I do worry though that the longer you are away the more you will forget about us, about your real home and the family you had to leave behind. I will be honest and vulnerable with you my eldest child, but I do fear that our family will be replaced in your heart. That you will replace me. I know it sounds silly but it has always been a deep seeded fear of mine and I cannot help but worry that it will finally come true. Promise me you will never forget your mother. Promise me that you will always hold me close to your heart as I hold you to mine. It would give me some peace of mind, even if just a little.

If it weren’t for your meddlesome and trifling uncle Tyrion, we wouldn’t have been thrown into this situation. I wouldn’t have had to say goodbye to my sweet daughters and neither of you would have had to be given away to strangers. I know I shouldn’t but I truly wonder whether I will ever see you again with my own eyes. It hasn’t even been that long since you were torn away from me left but it feels like an eternity already. After you left it felt like everything else left with you. The warmth, the love, the joy; it all went with you and Myrcella the moment you got on that ship and sailed off. And the only one to blame for it is that disgusting imp of a brother of mine your conniving and spiteful uncle.

As much as I know you favor him (I have not a clue how he deceived you so but not to worry, I know it’s not your fault, he’s merely manipulating you, my poor child), your uncle Tyrion truly is far from how he portrays himself to you. This predicament alone should be proof enough of how far he’s willing to go to hurt me, to hurt us. He’s driven a wedge between us, my sweet, a wedge of oceans keeping us apart and trying to hurt me as much as possible, doing so by targeting both of you. He knows how much you mean to me, how much I hold you close to my heart and for what? His spite? His hatefulness? He doesn’t have the right to go after me through my own child, through my children!

Oh dear, my sweet darling. My sincerest apologies for ranting on as much as I have. I had no intention of this letter being anything other than my missing of you and your sister, among other things. I never meant to bring such drama to you, please do not think much of it. I wouldn’t want you needlessly worrying about us all the way from Dorne. Your uncle and I will be just fine, nothing but a bit of ‘sibling quarreling’ that’s all. Everything will be alright, I promise. Put your focus and attention into yourself and Mercy, I want my girls happy and healthy when we’re reunited again.

I love you so very much, my sweet (Name). You and Myrcella. So very, very much. We will have to plan a much needed visit very soon. I know your brothers would love to see you both again, as would your grandfather. You have been missed so dearly since you left, it would be wonderful for everyone and yourselves to be home again, even if for a short while. We can speak more on the matter later.

Once more, I love and miss you, my sweet child. I hope to have you with me again very soon.

With Love,

Mother

P.s. The gifts you and your sister have sent have been lovely and I couldn’t adore them more. They are the only things keeping me at bay for the moment. I have a few of my own I will be sending your way, I hope you both find them as fondly as I have. A little piece of home for the two of you.

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aemondsquill · 1 year

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Utter Devotion

Aemond Targaryen x yandere!niece!reader

Reader is Daemon and Rhaenyra's daughter

Synopsis: In which Aemond's devoted wife has enough of his clownery. Hijinks ensue.

Warnings: mention of infidelity, gore and blood, murder, slight angst and toxicity, probably misogyny, FLUFF, lmk if I missed any :)

A/N: omg baby's first fanfic (in 10 years) please let me know what y'all think!

Sweet, docile, little lamb. Those were the words that often described me, the beloved wife of the fearsome Aemond Targaryen. It was a facade my father and I carefully crafted in order to infiltrate the greens when the Stranger beckoned the King Viserys. Unfortunately, I actually fell in love with the fool.

The two months that we've been married I've been nothing but devoted. I worship the ground my dear husband Aemond walks on, he is the love of my life, my muse, and my entire heart and soul. If he was a god, I was his loyal servant. He is the air in my lungs and the blood in my veins.

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"My Lady, there are whispers that Aemond allows a witch to warm his bed during his occupation of Harrenhal" Lydia, my ever-faithful chamber maid and confidant tells me. The bile rises in my throat and suddenly my dress feels too tight. Utter betrayal bleeds into my veins and threatens to choke the life out of me. How? After being so loyal and sweet to him, this is how he chooses to repay me?

"Pack my things" I whisper in a clipped voice. I fear raising my voice anymore will display the devastation I feel. I do not know where I am going yet, but I know I need to act fast.

Too many thoughts race through my brain; ways to get even, plots to kill him and his whore, burning down all of King's Landing. Anything for him to feel even a little of the hurt I felt. The thoughts excite me. I can feel the mask I carefully crafted begin to crack. My ugly, obsessive and dangerous side wants to break out and wage war.

My mother had always told me that I was my father's daughter, in the best and worst ways. We're brave and driven, but loyal to a fault. We spill blood willingly and easily. Nothing gets in the way of what we want.

I knew then that I would have to fly to Harrenhal and take matters into my own hands.

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Under the blanket of night, I carefully exited the warm bed my lovely, traitor of a husband currently occupies. I knelt down by his side and traced his strong features with my eyes. The slope of his nose, the shape of his light eyebrows, and the beautiful sapphire that sits in his empty socket. My eyes travel down to his plush lips and the urge to feel their petal-softness nearly overtakes me. Heat pools in my lower belly, but anger and sadness ravage my heart. How easy it would be to just kill him now. Too easy.

I donned a thick black cloak and slip through a secret passage that spirals down and out of the castle. The crisp night air pebbles my skin, but I press onward to the dragon pits.

My beast is startled to see me at such an unusual hour. I run my fingers along her black jagged scales and whisper softly for only her to hear. She rumbles in response and allows me to mount her.

The sky glitters with thousands of stars above me with nary a cloud in sight. The wind tangles my hair and the heat from my dragon heats my thighs. For a moment I feel relaxed, almost calm.

Excitement envelops me as I spot the foreboding castle in the distance. I can nearly taste the witch's blood on my tongue as I urge my dragon faster.

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And incessant rapping upon his doors startles the young Prince Aemond as he studies an endless pile of scrolls.

"What?!" He barks out, irritated.

"Your wife wishes to enter" the guard replies.

"Send her in" Aemond speaks dismissively. The large wooden door creaks open and in walks his most beautiful bride. His violet eye glances up at her briefly.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, dear wife?" He questions while still attempting to decipher what Lord Lannister has written in his shoddy penmanship.

A wicked glint appears in my eyes as I lug a neatly wrapped brown box in my arms.

"I have brought you a gift from my latest excursion, Lord husband!" I could barely contain the giddiness in my voice and I approached his dark wood desk. He finally fully looked up at me, curiosity swirling in his gaze. I gingerly place the gift upon his desk with a large smile.

If he had been a little more attentive he would've noticed me discreetly shoving my blood-drenched hand behind me.

Aemond begins to tug at the plush pink ribbon with his slender fingers. When the tendrils of ribbon splay out across his desk he grasps the lid and lifts it.

"Wha-what is this?!" He flinches, startled at the cloudy green eyes that stare up at him. I felt proud that I could fit her entire head in that box without cutting off any additional parts.

"You do not recognize her without her body, husband? This is the whore you've been fucking" I speak plainly. A nearly demented smile makes my cheeks ache. He stares up at me with a wide eye, a mixture of shock and...arousal?

"I had heard whispers of you and the Rivers witch. You must understand that I could not simply allow you to besmirch our marriage like this. I have loved you and been nothing but loyal to you, my dear husband" I sneered.

"But all is well. I will forgive you're transgressions, my love" I leaned down to where our noses brushed together and whispered, "if I hear such rumors again I will not hesitate to do the very same to you, your sister, and your lovely mother" I sealed my promise with a chaste kiss against his lips.

"Threatening members of the royal family, wife? I could have your head for such treasonous words" he whispered back, admiration melting into his sultry voice.

"I must ask, where is the rest of her?" Aemond questioned casually, as if he was asking about the weather.

"I allowed my dragon to feast upon her corpse after I was finished with her. I want you to know that she died screaming and begging for her life" I spoke. He chuckled in response, which confused me even more.

"I fear what you might do to the woman who actually dares to sleep with me if this", he gesures to her head, "is all a mere whisper takes."

"You never laid with her?" I asked in astonishment. Relief bloomed in my chest. My husband was indeed not a cunt!

"No, dear wife. I inquired her about her powers, but I never fucked her" Aemond promised. I leapt forward and embraced him tightly. His warm arms slide around my waist and he presses small kisses along my hairline.

"I'm relieved, husband. I feared you were an adulterer! I almost feel foolish" I giggled lightly against his luscious lips.

"I would never forsake our marriage like that, my love. I must say, your devotion to me is highly admirable" he utters softly, "Why did you ever hide this part of you away from me?"

"I did not want to frighten you, my love. I felt if I showed you my true colors then you would hate me" I confessed, slightly embarrassed.

"I could never hate you. You are my beautiful, fierce little wife" he spoke with adoration lacing his words. I smiled at him and kissed him deeply.

"I love you."

"I love you, little wife."

#aemond targaryen x reader #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #aemond one eye #aemond x fem!reader #aemond targaryen imagine

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angeledeggs · 8 months

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I understand If this is out of your comfort zone, but would you be willing to do the main 6 and the courtiers seeing self-harm scars on their partner?

Course! Sorry I havent been updating, y'all 😭😭 I know I've said this but I PROMISSSSE I will update more, I just need more time okay okay I'll updatemore I swear and please dont hesitate to send requests, it really does motivate me :)

Asra💜:

Of course they're concerned, but they don't quite know how to bring it up

They don't want to embarrass you or, dear gods, make it worse

If they're old scars they'll feel a bit better but if they're fresh he definitely feels more pressed to ask about it

And finally, when Asra does, he makes sure to do it gently.

No yelling, or tears from them or anything at all to pressure you, they just want to know if there's anything they can do to help.

If there's something specifically triggering it they'll definitely throw that shit out, but if it's a person they'll definitely make sure they do not bother or upset you ever again.

If it's something mental, of course they'll never, even be mad at you. They'll help you any way he can.

Julian🦠:

The first time he notices he immediately asks.

Of course he's definitely not angry or joking or nothing, he just has to quickly make sure you're not hurting at the moment.

He'll not get mad at all or anything, he just needs to know that you're not bleeding an that nothing has gone too deep to be cause for a hospital

He'll do whatever you need or want to help you whether the scars are fresh or not, whether that's talking about it, not talking about it, or doing anything in between.

All in all he supports you no matter what, and will support you in whatever way you need.

Nadia💙:

She's worried, she won't lie.

She knows they're just scars, it might not have even been inflicted for years... but still.

Of course, she still cares, but she doesn't want to micromanage you, you're grown and can make your own decisions.

But at night when you two lay together she can't stop herself from glancing at the scars, wondering if you're hurting on the inside and she's doing nothing...

One day, she just blurts it out, asks if you're alright, if anyone or anything has made you hurt yourself recently.

No matter your answer, she'll support you, and reassure you that of course she would never hold anything against you for being human, naturally.

She loves you more than anything, after all.

Portia🧡:

She can't help herself, just like her brother, she immediately asks about it.

She just wants to know if you're hurting right now, if you've been hiding your pain, if she can help.

She's not going to pressure you at all, but she might get the slightest bit emotional when she thinks about it.

If she can help whether the scars are new or old, she definitely will.

At night she might even say a few mumbles Hebrew pairs, begging g-d for your happiness, your health.

But she will always, always, always love you with all of her heart.

Lucio👑:

He tries to keep silent for awhile.

He doesn't want to make you angry or sad or maybe even happen to hurt yourself so he just stays quiet. He can't help but wonder, though. What if you're sad? What if you're depressed? What if your scars are new and fresh and he hasn't noticed?

He just mentions it softly one day, ready to back out of you can't handle it, ready for everything that could happen.

He just wants you to be happy, and if you don't want to talk about it, he won't, no, he couldn't even imagine attempting to force you to talk about something you don't want to.

But he'll stay with you no matter what your answer is, whether it's crying or silence or screaming. You're his partner and he cares for you, so, so much.

Valerius🍷:

He drops his wine when he sees. He can feel his breath quickening and you hadn't even realized he saw anything when you look at him and, god, he can't look at those eyes of yours without being driven insane.

He asks immediately, tearfully, if you're okay. That's all he wants, god, he'll be happy as long as you're okay.

He'll never be angry at you. But he might cry. Just slightly. But it's still the first time you've ever seen his eyes water at all.

He'll do anything he needs to if you need to feel better, if you need a therapist, food, drinks, medical care-- he has a large supply of money and you deserve it more than anyone, he cares not the cost.

At the end of that night, he might hold you a bit more tightly. And he shudders at the feeling of you skin, breathes your aura in.

Vlastomil🐛:

Horrified, immediately.

While he won't make a scene because he doesn't want to upset your or anything, he does ask you when he thinks your calm and won't freak out.

But of course, if you happen to freak out, he'll definitely be able to handle it whether that means staying or leaving you alone.

He's not angry at all if the scars are fresh or old, you're still the love of his life either way.

If you need something to help, or lots of somethings, no matter what it is, he's going to get it. It doesn't matter how, what matters is you.

And he loves you.

Valdemar💉:

Their breath has not quickened for so long, for a moment they can't even name the feeling that is running through their cold, dead veins.

Worry.

When you catch a look at them, you're concerned. They've never looked at you like that before.

But suddenly they're dropping to their knees before you, clinging to you, eyes wide and horrified.

Their voice is breathless and soft when they speak to you, when they softly reach for your face to caress the curve of your face, look into your eyes.

They haven't spoken so softly in years. They really do care.

Whatever it takes, they'll give it to you if you need it, dosent matter if it's medicine or stim toys or anything else that could help.

And they don't mind getting rid of anything or anyone for you, either.

They don't plan for anyone to hurt you. And they don't change plans.

Volta🍰:

Bursts into immediate tears.

She's always been an emotional woman, and while she is so quick to tears under normal circumstances, she cries the hardest you's ever seen.

She can barely explain herself, and only manages to when she's finally calmed down, as she tearfully asks you, are you okay, are you okay? Are you bleeding? Are you upset? Do we need to talk?

But she quickly manages to compose herself, to hurriedly wipes her tears. She doesn't want both of you to panic, after all.

She'll definitely make sure to comfort you if you need it, and if you start crying, she will manage to hold back tears long enough to comfort you.

But she'll always be loving towards you, not mad, barely upset, and definitely not at you, just at the world, and she makes sure to help if you need it and give you whatever you need.

Vulgora⚔️:

Their heart is racing like their first fight.

It's been years since their heart has raced fast enough to pump their veins with the bad sort of adrenaline, with the horrific feeling of fear.

But they manage to keep calm. The only outward showing of their distress is the slight tremble of their hands as they grasp your own, eyes on your face, not your scars, just you and those eyes.

Whatever happens, if you relapsed, if you hurt yourself again, if you never do it again, they will never ever be angry. They'll always be there for you.

They're your partner, after all. It's engraved into their own ethics now to give you anything you wants whether that's time apart, time alone, more things, less things or anything else.

And they love you just the same no matter what.

❀

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[Honestly my whole blog could just be Raiden and Richtofen fics and I would lose no sleep at this point, love them way too much.]

The Birds and The... Birds

[Lord Raiden x Amab! Reader smut]

[⚠️Warnings⚠️]

[Amab reader]

[Hinting at a secret relationship]

[Smut shared between two men 18+ only]

[Slight praise kink]

[Mutual mast*rb*tion]

[Joi in a way]

[Raiden really said 'show me how >_<']

"Awe man! Dude it was awesome." Johnny boasted about his activities from the previous night.

The loud, boisterous voice of the earthrealmer earned the attention of lord Raiden, who was just a few feet away.

Johnny's retelling of the previous night, to his friend and fellow earthrealm champion, did not go unheard by the protector of earthrealm. Although the slang Johnny used was foreign and confused Raiden, his mind swarmed with questions.

Raiden knew who he could ask, he would just have to wait until the training for the day was over. The strange words lingered in his mind, he began to mull over the best way to ask for later.

"What is hooking up, as Johnny cage calls it?"

The booming voice of Raiden earned your attention, you quirked an eyebrow in confusion, "I beg your pardon, lord Raiden?"

"My dear, please, no need for formalities, there's no one around." He spoke, moving his hands to your shoulders, he leaned down placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Wait, but what did Johnny say?" You asked, turning to face the large God standing before you.

"That he 'hooked up with someone last night' and he went into large detail of how great it was but he did not, happen to explain the meaning of such words." Raiden, although he did love humanity, was very disconnected from their culture.

"Umm, well, hooking up with someone, Elder gods-! Where to start...?" You paused, waiting for the words to come to you, "Us, humans, you are familiar with us, yes?"

"Yes." He spoke, only slightly amused at your teasing.

"We have basic instincts that ultimately drive us, similar to other animals, one of these instincts is procreation..." You paused, looking back at Lord Raiden, who now wore a slight blush, "Although, Humans have kind of evolved past, the need to procreate, every time, and now crave the action that would typically led to procre-"

"Yeah, yeah. I get it, my darling." He waved his hand dismissively.

"So.... when your not dating or married to someone but you have s*x, as we call it, you would call that 'hooking up'." You explained, your heart was racing and embarrassment reddened your face.

"Hmm, O-Okay then." Raiden spoke softly, his glowing eyes avoiding your own, his finger to his lip as if he was deep in thought.

You let out a struggled breath as you wondered what he was thinking, "Rai?"

He glanced up at you, "Yes, my dear one?"

"Everything okay?" He only nodded, before looking away again.

"Have you hooked up with other humans?"

You bit your lip, unsure of how to answer, "well, I've had s*x yeah, but I've probably been more selective than Johnny Cage."

"Selective?" Raiden asked, seeking your gaze, "How are you selective?"

"Well, I've only shared such activities with people I got really close with in my relationships." You explained, wearing a crimson sheet on your cheeks, "and Johnny, I doubt has ever had such intimacy with men..."

Raiden allowed himself to laugh, chuckling slightly, "probably true, yes. But if all humans are driven by it, why not have more of it?"

You inhaled deeply, "well, some people don't feel the need as heavily and I, personally, find that I can, usually, please myself quite well on my own."

Once again, you averted your eyes in embarrassment. You could feel your heart pounding in your head, as your godly lover hounded you with questions. There was one question, you knew would be next, one you dreaded.

Raiden's mouth opened as he began to speak, your blood ran cold.

"How do you do that?"

"Umm.." You stalled the words, "well, that is something we, humans, call... m*sturb*tion." You closed your eyes tightly, "it's when you please yourself, it's different depending on what set of... parts you have."

"How would people like us do it?" Raiden asked, he had already seen you naked, because you would often stay and sleep at his Temple.

"W-Why so many questions, Lord Raiden?" You asked, his eyes were wide and he was staring intently at you.

"I'm... I am curious." Was the only answer you got.

"W-Well, I typically prefer um taking my hand and doing it, but other men, or some women, may like to have something inserted into them. Really depends on preference." You were over this conversation, you had already had your fill of your lover's sudden interest in this topic.

"What do you do with your hand..." Raiden paused, looking at his own much bigger hand then glancing at yours, "to please yourself?"

"Raiden, do you want me to walk you through it?"

The question was hypothetical, it was supposed to be hypothetical, typically you would have never been so bold. You were just embarrassed and slightly irritated, it was only supposed to be a witty comeback.

Raiden's red face deepened, his white eyes widened, his mouth opened but only for a few moments, snapping shut before any words could leak out. When Raiden nodded you couldn't believe your eyes, "I want to know. I am extremely... curious."

A hand covered your red face, "Okay... Take off your pants.."

Raiden obliged, nodding slightly as he unbound himself from his trousers.

"You may wanna sit down, then I'd typically recline back and grab the base of my... p*n*s." You instructed, feeling not only embarrassed but less than intimate.

When you turned back to face Raiden, he had done what you said, he looked magnificent. Your mouth went dry as your eyes traced down his body, to his godly, no pun intended, c**k.

The God of thunder's flustered face, met your own, his hand awkwardly placed on the base of his large c**k, "L-Like this?" He hesitated.

"Mm... Not exactly, loosen your grip, it may be easier for you if you start moving the hand." A flash of something flashed over Raiden's face, but you couldn't tell if it was confusion... or fear.

"I-I don't know about that." Raiden stammered, uncertainty laced through his words.

"What's wrong, hun?" You asked, looking softly at your troubled partner, "I thought you were curious."

"I... I am." Raiden said, basically pleading.

"Hmm, what would make you feel more comfortable?" You pressed a finger to your lip.

"Maybe, you should show me how to..." The thunder God whispered.

The swiftness in which you turned to face him, almost alarmed him. Making him think he had said something outrageous, "What was that, Lord Raiden?"

"Maybe.... You could show me and I could do what you do, since you're the expert here." He spoke again.

You opened your mouth to speak, but that thought was quickly shut down as your jaws suddenly fixed tightly together. You were speechless, Raiden's gorgeous, blank, white eyes stared at you, picking you apart.

"M-My Beloved?" Raiden called out, your eyes quickly flicking back up to his own. His gaze now showed worry, perhaps he thought he had went to far.

You shook your head, "Umm.... Yeah, Raiden, give me a second..."

You walked out the door, leaving your flustered and sexually frustrated lover laying on his back, with his c**k in his hand.

On the other side of the door, you placed both of your hands over your red face. Taking in deep breaths, you tried to calm your racing heart, thoughts and fears pounded away at your mind.

"My dove...?" Raiden called out, you could hear movement and slight shuffling, "I am truly sorry if i-"

'F**k it.'

You opened the door, still red in the face, Lord Raiden had stood to his feet, sloppily tucking himself back into his trousers, "I was simply curious, I would never attempt to upset you."

"Sit back down, Raiden." He paused, mouth snapping shut as he sat back down, "get yourself situated again."

His eyes widened slightly, nodding as he loosened his pants from his body. A deep breath was let out from your lungs, as you followed suit, stepping out of your pants and throwing your shirt to the side.

Raiden's white eyes, traced your figure, you were so much smaller than the thunder God before you. He staring made your c**k begin to harden, still hidden from raiden view.

"Here, it works better if it's got something to lubricate it, I'll just-" You had gotten closer to Raiden, who tensed at your sudden closeness.

Glancing up at him, you placed your lips to the top of his c**k, before pushing him into your mouth. He sucked a breath in, his head moving back at the sudden sensation.

After you had sufficiently moistened him up, you removed him, your hand gently pumping around him. His hips moved against your hand, needing more, but to his displeasure you removed your hand.

Moving to sit beside him, palming your own c**k through your underwear, "...F**k-"

Raiden's lidded eyes moved to you, watching as you disrobed, you licked your hand and began moving around your own c**k. Raiden's eyes focused on your hand as he placed his hand back in position.

“Just start with pumping, all the fancy twisting feels good but we'll take it slow for now.” You spoke in between huffs of breaths.

Raiden nodded, copying your movements, his breathing strained as he focused on his movements.

Your eyes watching his movements, a smile found your face, “Yeah, you got it.”

Looking up to see Raiden's glowing irises staring intently at you, his teeth gripping his lip for stability.

“Feels good, Rai?”

He could only nod, words were lost in the sense of euphoria washing over him. The sight drew a chuckle from you, taking your free hand to grab at his jawline, placing a kiss to his lips.

“You're doing great, baby.” You praised, causing a small moan to slip from his mouth.

Moving away from Raiden you continued to pleasure yourself, hips moving against your hands. Raiden also attempted it, but the stimulation obscured his rhythm.

Soon your own thoughts were focused on your own rising climax, forgetting about the thunder God right beside you. You speak your hand up, twisting your wrist as you did, moans leaked from your lips.

The moans were melodious to Raiden, his eyes narrowing on you. Continuing to pleasure himself he watched as you tossed your head back, squeezing your hand tightly around your c**k while you pumped it.

Raiden noticed the way your hand and hips began to stutter, your eyes shut tightly, “Yes, yes, yes… F**k-!”

The white strings dripping down the base of your pretty little shaft made Raiden wince as he tightened his own grip.

He could feel an unusual yet pleasurable tightening sensation, he chased it, slamming his hand down faster and harder. His face soon contorted into a pleasured grimace, as he groaned low and loud.

Your lidded eyes watched as his hips involuntarily stuttered into his hand, small bolts of lightning buzzing off of his body as he hit his peak. Pumping out the white ooze, I leaked down his large c**k, your body moved before you could think about it.

Licking up the base, catching Raiden's c*m on your tongue before moving to suck on his tip. Making him squirm beneath you, “Ah-! Wait… my dove, please-”

He snaked a hand into your hair, tussling it slightly, his lidded eyes found your own as you let him fall from your mouth.

“You are absolutely amazing, my darling.” He spoke the words softly.

#mortal kombat #mk smut #lord raiden #mk11 raiden #mk11 lord Raiden #mk x reader #lord raiden x reader smut #raiden x reader #mk11 #x reader #queer author #fanfic #gay #Lord Raiden is literally the loml

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runnning-outof-time · 10 months

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A Call For Help… | Tommy Shelby (written through letters)

Request: no - part of @raincoffeeandfandoms ‘s Peaky letter writing event

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC (written in form of letters)

Summary: Tommy tries to find a way to better an old flame’s current situation while also hoping to make her aware of the fact that things have changed since they last saw each other.

Warnings: mentions of abuse, starvation and isolation, mentions of an arranged marriage

Word Count: 1413

A/N: this is unlike anything I’ve ever written before…thank you Flor for creating this super unique event, and Aimee ( @dandelionprints ) for writing the first letter - it was so fun to respond to…I hope it’s ok that I took a bit of an angsty route, and I hope that it makes sense. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: the woman mentioned at the end of the second letter is not Grace (or at least I did not imagine it to be as I was writing). She doesn’t have a name though, so it could be her if you want.

— letter writtten by @dandelionprints —

Dear Tommy,

I'm sorry if it comes as a surprise that I'm writing you this letter, I'll completely understand if you decide to read no further than this part, throw it into a fire and scatter the ashes as if ridding yourself of me for good.

I fear you were not told the truth about why I went away. I'm sure my father told you that I'd had a change of heart, that I could never truly love someone who called themselves a 'Peaky Blinder'. Oh how wrong that could be.

The truth is that it was not my choice to be parted from you, in fact I kicked and screamed with all my might to stay but it did no good. I was still manhandled into a car and driven off to Scotland to wed a man that I cannot stand, a man who knows nothing of loyalty or love. A man who is nothing like you.

My father told me that it had been agreed between himself and my now husband's father that I were to be married into their family, all to settle a debt that my father created by drinking and gambling his way through his wages. If I married this man then his father would rid mine of his debts and make sure that my parents would live a comfortable life.

Why they wanted me of all people, I don't know. I have no money to give them, only services that I'm forced to do against my will, otherwise a beating is in order. Sometimes I take the beating, I'd rather that than to do the things they want me to. All I do know is that I wish it could be different, wish that I could have stayed back in Birmingham with you...

Anyway, I'm sorry. You probably don't need to know about that and also probably don't care. It's been two years since you last heard from me so I completely understand if you want nothing to do with me. You might even have a new love now, I wouldn't blame you if you do.

They stopped me from sending letters to anyone but my parents, I have to be chaperoned everywhere I go.

I've lied and said I don't feel well today and the man whose job it is to make sure I don't do anything I shouldn't has left me in my room to sleep though I fear he will be back soon. I knew I had to use the time wisely and write to the person I've wanted to speak to since the moment I was dragged from my house by the arms all that time ago. You.

I'm planning an escape soon, I can't take much more of this life. The beatings, the withholding of food to the point that my clothes hang off my frame, the feeling that there is not a soul around that I can turn to for comfort.

I don't know where I will go but I won't be able to leave this God forsaken place for at least another month. If you write a letter in response to this then please find a way to get it here without having to go past other people in this house first, I'll never get the chance to read it if it does.

As I said before, I'll understand if you have a new love or if you just want nothing to do with me, time has passed now and feelings change. I'll leave it up to you to decide what to do.

Yours, always,

Aimee

— letter written by myself —

Aimee,

I'm sorry.

I haven't a clue of how long your letter has sat on my desk. A lengthy trip to America took me away from Birmingham for some time and I've just finally gotten back to my office now.

It's been too long, Aimee. Since I've seen you; since I've heard from you. And the reason behind it makes sense now, but it was a struggle to figure it out in the interim.

I hate to know what has happened to you; what the reason behind the silence was. I would have fought against it had I known what type of situation you'd be taken into. I wish this letter would have found me sooner. Maybe if it had, things could have been resolved before they got to their current point.

I looked for you around Small Heath, and when it turned up empty; I widened the search to the whole of Birmingham. The decision to write this letter came when those efforts returned unsuccessful. I write it with the hope that you have not since left this address, and that you will receive it when I send it out.

Help will come, Aimee. I cannot give all of the details here for fear of interception, but know that I will do all that I can in order to improve your situation.

The man that your father struck a deal with is easily influenced, as I am sure you might have already figured out. I have spoken to him and have managed to get him to switch some of his operations around. He has hired some of my men onto his payroll, and they will allow us to trade correspondence in the future; if you feel inclined to, that is. When the time comes, you will be able to leave, and if things go according to how I have planned them, that time will arrive sooner than later.

As for the man you were made to marry...the things he does are worse than anything I have ever carried out. How your parents cannot see that perplexes me and makes me wonder if there was more than the debt that needed to be paid back. I could have helped, Aimee. I could have made your father's situation disappear; I could have changed your entire family's life for the better. How can he be wary of me but yet sell his daughter to a man who so clearly resembles the devil in all of his doings? I never understood how he conducted things; how he could be so scornful at times, but I withstood that to continue to be with you.

I was told that you moved away. That you had dreams bigger than Small Heath and you were finally going to work towards achieving them. I should have recognized the dullness in your mother's eyes when she told me these things, but I was not one to over-analyze what was put forth as the truth then. I understood what it was, and is, like to hold dreams that others think are too big to become reality. I've worked hard to make the Shelby Company Limited into what it is today, and I guess a part of myself was content with thinking that you were off wherever it was that you went, also working hard to make your dreams a reality. Had I known what your actual reality was…

So much has changed over the years we’ve been apart from each other, but I cannot deny the fact that reading your words allowed me to escape back to a time when things were easier. When there wasn’t much else other than you and I. I often think of those times; of you in the summer, sitting under a blue sky with not a care in the world. You always felt much better outside, and thinking of those times makes me feel better…like the weight of the world is lifted off of my shoulders, even if only for a moment.

But like I said, things have changed since then. I’ve found someone whom I love. She has become my wife and has given me a son. They ground me in a way that you used to.

I couldn’t wait for you, Aimee. I had to allow myself to continue on with my life while thinking that you were bettering yours. I thought I’d never hear from you again. I needed to move on.

I want to help you though, and things will get better. They just may not get better in the way that you’d hoped upon writing your letter.

I hope to hear from you again,

Tommy

Tagged: @zablife @call-sign-shark @shelbydelrey @look-at-the-soul @cljordan-imperium @there-goes-thefighter

MASTERLIST

#tommy shelby #tommy shelby x oc #tommy shelby letter #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x oc #peaky blinders letter #the peakys receive a letter

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Imagine being a devoted Theater kid by heart and decide; “Hey, I have a new hyperfixation, and I love musicals. Why not combine them both?”

INTRODUCING

WDO: A Mysteriful Musical!

Brought to you by: Aphmeow2300 and a person I would have to keep anonymous because I’m not quite sure if they’re comfortable.

This project has been in the works for I think 2 weeks now. Might as well show everyone! This is a project for fun, I hope this idea will spring into a reality someday.

DISCLAIMER: THIS PROJECT IS STILL IN THE WORKS! IF ANYONE WOULD LIKE TO PITCH IN WITH IDEAS PLEASE COME BY IN THE COMMENTS AND SUGGEST! THIS PROJECT IS GONNA TAKE A HELL OF A WHILE. SINCE I HAVE SCHOOL ALL THE HELP WILL BE APPRECIATED AND CREDITED!

- WDO: A Mysteriful Musical will have a Discord server! But for now I’m starting at the blueprint section of this project.

- If you would like to pitch in and help, DM me on Discord! aphmeow2300 (You can help with songs, instrumentals, events, scripts, etc!)

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# REDO INFO

- This musical will be built like Heathers, it will have dialogue in between songs.

- Most songs are gonna be shortened to 2 Minutes while the most Plot Driven ones can has to 3-4 depending on which songs work.

Total Song count: 63

Reprise song count: 1

Duet Count: 23

Multicharacter songs count: 13

Solos count: 27

- DLCS will end off as a special edition but is apart of the lore still!

- Some ships will be canon here!

- Instead of removing the gunshot gabs entirely, in the prologue will be solos of all the characters and their personality summed up.

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SONG LIST (Lyrics and All!)

# EMOJI KEY:

☑️ = Full Lyrics of song is Done

🎶 = Multi-character Duet Song (Trio songs count, Songs with Duets but with another person as the background vocals doesn't count)

🎵 = Duet Song

🎼 = Solo

CHARACTER KEY:

Yuma = YK

Shinigami = S

Yakou = YF

Desuhiko = D

Vivia = V

Halara = H

Fubuki = F

Makoto = M

Yomi = YH

Kurumi = K

SONGS IN ORDER:

# Chapter 0

**Opening song: A Death God by your side:** ☑️ 🎼

**Who are you?:** ☑️ 🎵 S,YK

*MYSTERY LABYRINTH*

**Let me show you the way!:** 🎼S, YK

**Deep Fried Puzzle** 🎵 S, YK

**Taking a step into Kanai Ward:** 🎼 YF

# PROLOGUE

**Ways of a Detective:** 🎶 ALL NDA

**Money Runs the World:**🎼 H

**Matchboy:**🎼 D

**1 Heart, 2 Heart, 3 hearts, 4:**🎼 F

**A Story to Tell:**🎼 V

# CHAPTER 1:

**An Expensive Task:** 🎵 H, YK

**Devils Authority:** 🎶 H, YK, S, OTHERS.

*MYSTERY LABYRINTH*

**A Lucky Gamble:**🎼 H

**A nail in the Coffin:** 🎶 H, YK, S

# CHAPTER 2

**The Informants always right!:** 🎵 K,YK (S in the background vocals)

**Recruiting the Flirt:** 🎵 D, YK

**Let's get Girly!:** 🎵 D, YK

**A Shameful Disguise:**🎼 YK

**Undercover:** 🎶 D, YK, S, K, OTHERS

*MYSTERY LABYRINTH*

**A star upon the Spotlight:**🎼 D

**Theatrical Suicide:** 🎶 D,YK, S

# CHAPTER 3

**Masked:**🎼 M

**Resistance:** 🎶 YK, S, OTHERS

**Accidental Troublemaker:**🎼 YK

**Focus:** 🎵 YK, F

*MYSTERY LABYRINTH*

**An Adventurers Rare Encounter!:**🎼 F

**Drowning Yourselves in Insults:** 🎵 S, F, YK AS SUPPORT

**Ticking Time Bomb:** 🎶 S, F, YK

# INTERMISSION

**Tugging at my Heart Strings:** 🎵 YK, D

**Amnesiac’s Love Crisis:**🎼 YK

**Hidden Key to my Heart:** 🎵 D, YK

**Strike of Jealousy:** 🎼 D

**Eclipse Interlude** 🎵 YK, D

**The Flame You Lit Inside Me:** 🎵 YF, V

# CHAPTER 4:

**Illegally Steering:** 🎵 M, YK

**Red Head’s Revenge:** 🎶 YH, M, YK

**Worthless Trainee:** 🎼YK

**Saved by the Bell:** 🎶 YK, D, YF

**Companion-Bot:**🎶 YK, D, F

**A Detective's Lie:** 🎼 YF

**A tearful Farewell:** 🎶 ALL NDA

**Threatening Projection:** 🎵 V, YK

*MYSTERY LABYRINTH*

**In Defense:**🎼 V

**Breaking Point:**🎼 YK

**A Chief’s Duty:** 🎶 Y, V, YK, S (VIVIA DOESNT SING, HE FIGHTS YUMA WITH A VIOLIN SOLO WHILE YAKOU ACTUALLY SINGS TO YUMA)

**Dear Vivia:** 🎵 YF, V

**Fountain Full of Guilt:**🎼 YK

**Leniency:** 🎵 S, YF

# Chapter 5

**Is This All a Joke?:** 🎼 YK

**Breaking Point Reprise:**🎼 YK

**Thank You:** 🎵 YK, YF

**Our Final Dance:** 🎵 YK, S

*MYSTERY LABYRINTH*

**Homunculi's Lullaby:**🎼 YK (MAKOTO AS BACKGROUND VOCALS)

**Let's play Charades:** 🎵 M, YK

**Identity Thief:**🎼YK

**Take a chance:**🎼 S (Yuma as background duet)

**Lets play charades Reprise:** 🎵 M, YK

**Dewdrop Downfall** 🎵 M, YK

**It’s been fun:** 🎵 M, YK, S

**Seal the Deal:** 🎵 S, YK

# Epilogue

**Forgotten solution:**🎼 YK

**It's Time to say Goodbye:** 🎶 ALL NDA + KURUMI

**A Peaceful Death:**🎼 S

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INSTRUMENTALS AND NEW THEMES

# Main themes

A Merciful God - Shinigami’s Theme

Amnesiac’s Burned Memory - Yuma’s theme

A Detective’s Spotlight - Desuhiko’s theme

A Detective's Call - Yakou’s Theme

Dissociation - Vivia’s Theme

Timeless Melody - Fubuki’s Theme (Sounds like a music box and intro and outro can include reversing and replaying the music box)

Cats got my tongue - Halara’s theme

A mysterious Masquarade - Makoto’s theme

Despising Detectives - Yomi’s theme

Secrets Unveiled - Kurumi’s theme

Reminisce - Number One’s theme

Duets and general Instrumentals

A Nightowl’s soft Lullaby - Played when Vivia and Yakou are together

Shinigami Solo Theme: A farewell to your Mentor (Specifically played in chapter 5)

Twimare’s Tango - Vivia and Halara’s duet theme (Harp and Violin)

Intro game Music Reprise & Remix

A mysterious masquarade - Chapter 3 BEGINNING

Feeling rather blue - Chapter 4

A mysterious masquarade reprise - Chapter 5

Amnesiac’s Final Decision - Chapter 5 (played while Yumas dialogue to choose)

Windy Nostalgia - Kuruma's Theme

A Haunting recall - instrumental when N1 has deja vu about Shinigami

Rain rain goodbye, may we meet again someday - Ending Kokobolt theme

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Honestly everything’s all over the place, and I want this to be a really well made project. Though schools in the way. Thank you for your time for me to introduce this very underworked project!~

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hxnguxng-jxn · 1 year

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I love shen jiu with all my heart and i agree with the anon below you write him very well! Can i request a Shen jiu x male reader angst? the reader being murdered by his own family that he loved and protected just for wealth and power? God how do u think shen jiu would react to reader being betrayed like that despite his overall kindness and amiable temperament from his own family no less. It can be a scenario or headcanon I don't mind either Thank you❤️

Writer's Note(s): I'm so glad you love Shen Jiu and how I write him! I know I'm not perfect but I try to keep all characters at least 60% canonical! (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)

I have a few asks that need a lot of thought and time, so any short headcanons, I'll take them! I might need some to spend time on the others because some of the other asks I have are... very specific.

Info on Reader: Reader is intended AMAB, and uses he/him. Reader is described as being like an angel/bleeding heart to Shen Jiu, but Reader is fully human and Shen Jiu is just deeply in love. Reader is described as being a fighter. Reader also gets killed. Reader and Luo Binghe have a good but confused relationship (because of dating Shen Jiu).

Timeline: Could be canonical PIDW or a good-ending for Shen Jiu, I leave it up to you. (Preferably the good ending IMO)

【🔴】 Reader is killed, it was requested. Descriptions of killing demons and Reader being stabbed are shown.

Fujoshis and Fem Aligned Readers DNI || Please enjoy!

There wasn't a day, deep into your shared relationship, that Shen Jiu didn't think this was too good to be true. Waking up on a man's chest and not feeling scared or overwhelmed was a blessing to Shen Jiu, to see your sleepy face grimace as he gets up to teach his students. It's the breaking of sunlight that really has Shen Jiu at pause, your face illuminated by the soft purples and oranges of daybreak.

This was dangerous, he says. This was like a breath of reality was breathed into something old and decrepit. He could feel warmth (or as many butterflies in his chest as he'll allow his heart to stand) spread to his limbs as if the cold wasn't biting late-Autumn.

That still didn't save you from him waking you up with throwing your clothes over your head and stomping around intentionally. And as soon as you get up, he no longer stomps and won't hear anything about being loud this morning. It's not your dear Jiu if he's not a bit cold.

Because of how your family will send letters, you await mid-day independent study hours to actually open your envelope within the private study halls with Shen Jiu.

Of course, demons are a main issue with your area of the woods and you knew it would one day catch up to your family and clans nearby. Shen Jiu scoots over and helps you decipher the message, looking into your expression to gauge what he's also reading.

Your eyes are down cast and your expression pops between those with bitter confusion, sympathy, and anger. You're a very emotionally driven person and he's seen you do stupidly heroic things before. Families like yours, especially the ones who send you monthly letters you hide from Shen Jiu, make Shen Jiu feel a bit confused.

Something about it didn't sit right with him. Shen Jiu wasn't the type to go out of his way to help just... anyone, and this family of yours doesn't inspire him to change that. Not even a bit. You're the only person in your family he could even care about, end of story.

But... because of high demon activity being involved, even if Shen Jiu (as Peak Lord Shen Qingqiu) didn't want to deploy his disciples to this mission, he had to report it. It was far away from where the Sects can get a lot of resources without high risk of losing it: demon raids, beggar clans who've gone rouge, horrible weather, potential of snow and illness, and that's just the obvious ones without magic being taken into account.

But Yue Qingyuan―the soft and pliable Yue Qi is long gone, but Shen Jiu swears someone as soft as him has say inside Qingyuan's mind―was a Sect Leader and could not allow the demons to take place in your home area. Maybe it was Shen Qingqiu's opinion being snuffed out in the meeting with all the Sects, or maybe it was your bleeding heart... Yue Qingyuan had no choice to issue it, even if anyone protested.

The casualties were predictable, up until the final fight.

First, the mountains that will accompany this mission. Qing Jing Peak, Bai Zhan Peak, Yue Qingyuan and specific disciples of him, and any spare elder disciples who the Peaks could spare for your numbers. It may seem like a lot, but truthfully, the demons that were reported by your family had many numbers above you.

Shen Jiu smelt something fishy, but it wasn't from their own end. And he made his thoughts known to you. Sadly, he's soft for you and let's his first wave of concerns go. He had maps to search.

It takes a week to get ready and stockpile your small army to meet the bad guys, and snow starts to fall especially near the flat plains of lands. Snow brings in sickness to younger disciples and if they aren't nursed quickly, they have to be sent back to the mountains. Food is mostly preserved until they get into towns for a break and medicine. The medicine is running thin and Liu Qingge was a close call with sickness before they even get to the battleground...

Oh, how he wished they'd never come when it's finally over.

Everyone who was alive from the demonic waves of battle were getting the wounded out and leading your family to you, where you and Shen Qingqiu were trying to get fresh water. The bodies of the demons were bleeding out, but some were slowly turning to ash as well and you didn't know how long until the rivers are tainted for a while.

You were swiftly trying to clean your bloody boots so they don't hydroplane while Shen Jiu rested on a rock nearby as you also do his too. He was going through the students that were still moving and appointed, with hesitation so great it took nearly an hour, Luo Binghe to instruct Yue Qingyuan about cleaning out the bodies.

Your family, who were surprised to see you, kept you at a distance as your knee-deep in water. You, the happy-go-lucky guy you are, offer a hug to your favorite family member, but they decline you. They are whispering between themselves before they ask about your health.

Not feeling queasy? Lightheaded? Sick? Your stomach doesn't hurt?

Shen Jiu is done after the fifth line of questions and answers in your stead, "Why would he not be? What is it to you about his health, as I see no doctor among you. If you'd cared or had a thought in your head, a doctor would be here and not you."

Of course, Shen Jiu's words aren't taken well but you quickly get them out of there as Shen refuses to apologize. It was unwise to push an apology from him, especially since he had been so fishy about your family to begin with... best let it go.

The second wave, was your undoing.

You were in the formation before him, and he hadn't seen you for sometime after he had taken to beheading demons first and fighting later. Twenty minutes turn to forty, and unease and fatigue settle in as he glides forward after your aura.

By the time he sees you, it's simply just your lifeless eyes staring up at him from a pile of demons you had most likely killed. A family member of yours was trying to pull the knife from your body, but was weaker from the pooling blood of demons all around you.

Shen Jiu didn't know what happened after. The feeling of flying forward was evident, and the weight on his sword was obvious. It was his sword cutting something...

By the time he came back down, he was already falling and gasping into ice from grief and lack of air. His lungs hurt and his body felt so numb. His feet hurt... his hands from palm to knuckle are scarred and cut... he smells metal... Where were you?

Anyone, from Liu Qingge to Yue Qingyuan, who try to touch him are batted away and told to basically fuck off. Let him have a goddamn moment... ! If the demons were all dead, good! Time to send humans in for treason and murder of one of their own!

After some time alone, his emotions are bottled again as he rests in the ice. He knew they shouldn't have come here, you were too soft. He had always loathed those with proper families and you had been a part of that once upon a time, but now that argument of yours about love made him feel things he didn't like. Betrayal for you. It wasn't his place to feel betrayed, he hated them. He feels hate. Justified hate.

While on the ice and watching your family heads being put in cuffs for trial, he finally feels it. Finally, something in him settles enough to be colder than any blizzard or frost has made his skin feel. His heart freezes over once more, but it still pumps blood bleeding for you faster as he panics realizes.

You're gone. Far and beyond, you're gone without him.

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ryuichirou · 1 year

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I know you said you won't rant about Vil anymore BUT YOU ALSO SAID YOU DIDN'T WRITE _EVERYTHING_ THAT YOU WANTED TO

sooooo... can you please still do this? I'm begging you on my knees orz You are literally one of the very few people here who engage with Vil as a character thoroughly whithout dumb him down or seeing him as one dimensional egoist (wich is an extremely weird take)

Dear Anon, I am super super super SUPER late, I’ve received your ask a couple of weeks ago already… I really hope that both Vil and you will forgive me lol Thank you for enabling me to talk about him more though!

Also, I am very happy to hear that you think my perception of Vil is thorough; he is a great character, and the fact that he is so misinterpreted only makes him more interesting to dissect and explore.

I’ll start with a hot take: I think that Vil is the nicest housewarden after Kalim, despite also being one of the super strict ones. I briefly mentioned it in my previous reply, the rules he sets for his students make much more sense than the ones in Heartslabyul, and as a housewarden he isn’t driven by his own gain (like Azul, for example). He also isn’t manipulative or backstabbing, not because he wouldn’t be able to pull that off (like Kalim, for example), but because he just has no interest in it. Vil genuinely wants people around him to better themselves, and not only in a physical appearance sense.

Which, of course, could lead to conflicts, like the one he has with Epel: Vil believes in his own principles, he is certain that he knows better because it’s his lifestyle and his perfect work ethics that gave him everything he has in life. And since all of this is pretty normal to him, he might have it difficult to adjust to other people’s pace, or might not even want to do so.

Vil is amazing, but he isn’t absolutely flawless (shocking), but this is exactly why his character works so well. His better traits lead to his negative traits; they’re tied together, like it always is in any human being. He is super hardworking, but he also expects others to be ready to work as hard as he does. He is very focused on achieving his goals, but by doing so he might ignore the fact that others are overwhelmed with his pace and intensity. He knows his own worth and is very self-confident, but he also has very high standards for himself and is his own worst critic. He is creative and inspiring, but he also can overthink things in search of this perfect artistic expression that he wants to achieve.

I also find it fun that the idea of Vil being misunderstood comes up several times: he really seems to be perceived as some sort of cold-hearted elitist, at least by Epel. Like in the book 6 (..spoiler warning?), when Vil kisses Rook and Epel (and Yuu), there is this vibe of “what, you thought I wouldn’t be happy to see you and want to kiss my boys who came to save me?”, and yeah, why wouldn’t he? To Vil, showing affection isn’t an unnatural thing, he just doesn’t do it when it’s inappropriate: i.e., when he’s acting as a housewarden. In fact, just before he kissed the boys, he scolded Rook for being a horrible vice-housewarden and leaving Pomefiore unattended, but still, showed his gratitude in a gentle and loving way right after that.

Since we watched Harveston's Kelkkarotu event, I also wanted to mention something about it. Long story short, Epel didn’t want to ask Vil (or Rook) to come with him, because he really didn’t want Vil to boss him around and force him to act politely and cutely in front of his grandmother. Now, I am more than happy with the team Epel ended up with, god it was a fun event, but I can’t help but feel a little bit bummed out because we didn’t get to see Vil’s and Marja/Maruya’s interactions. The thing is, I actually disagree with Epel. I think it makes perfect sense for his character to think that Vil would’ve acted this way, but I feel like Vil is the “When in Rome, do as the Romans do" type of person. Why would he force Pomefiore standards on Epel while he is in his hometown? They aren’t in Pomefiore anymore, and Vil wouldn’t be a housewarden at that moment: he would’ve been Epel’s upperclassmen and (hopefully) a friend who is visiting him in his hometown. Vil’s told a bunch of times that one needs to behave according to their position, circumstances and occasion, so there wouldn’t be a point for a strict housewarden Vil to boss Epel around: he has no authority there, Epel and his grandmother do.

This is purely a speculation based on my perception of Vil, of course. But still, I would’ve loved to see Vil (and Rook!) there with Epel lol

Also, I can’t write a post about Vil without mentioning Rook, so I’m sorry, I’m going to talk about the end of the book 5 again.

I really love the fact that despite feeling hurt enough to cry when he found out that Rook had voted for Neige, Vil wasn’t petty or even angry about it. And for someone who’d literally tried to poison Neige like an hour ago, he accepted Rook fanboying over him quite easily, because he knows Rook and trusts him enough to know that he wouldn’t backstab him just because he is a Neige fanboy, and that he (Rook) probably has other reasons. Which is surprisingly mature for someone who just went through an emotional roller-coaster, if you ask me. I don’t think anyone would’ve blamed Vil if he got angry and even more upset with Rook, but the only thing Rook got was “what a cruel man you are” or something among those lines.

I actually think about this line a lot. Imagine being so un-petty that even when your closest person and biggest supporter (seemingly) backstabs you and exposes himself as a fan of a boy who’s pretty much ruined your entire life, instead of saying “yeah fuck you too, asshole” simply out of emotions, you just say this. “I know this isn’t why you voted this way, I am not an idiot”. The trust he has in this man, god their relationship is good lol

(OtomeAyui translation and official translation)

So, yeah. All I’m trying to say is that Vil isn’t stupid or egotistical: he is in fact quite wise and mature, also respectful when he needs to be.

Sigh…

In case you haven’t noticed yet, I love Vil a lot lol

#replies #about characters

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esotl · 1 year

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Performance - Act 7 (Part 18)

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring

Characters: Wataru, Tomoya, Mitsuru

Translation Directory

"If this world is like a story or stage play, its tragic end will be my fault, won't it?"

Location: Concert Hall (Theatre)

Wataru: "Author? Adaptation? "Reversi"...?"

Mitsuru: "Ah- I feel like I shouldn't have said that to one of the characters! Forget that! Uu~ I broke the rules 'cause I was half asleep, huh?"

Tomoya: "O~i! Finally found you, so you really did get lost!"

Mitsuru: "...Huh, who are you?"

Tomoya: "Don't be so cruel! I'm me! Look, isn't it obvious?"

Mitsuru: "Woah, it's you, partner! Why'd you change clothes? I couldn't recognise you at all for a moment~?"

Tomoya: "I was being chased due to some stuff that happened, so in the spur of the moment I changed into the clothes that were in that room there."

"Maybe it's an outfit that didn't get used for that révélerade thing? There was a mask left behind too, so I hid my face as well..."

"Well, that's neither here nor there."

"What do you think you're doing, going to a woman's sleeping quarters in the middle of the night!"

"Let's get out of here right away, I won't be surprised if our heads get taken immediately if we're found!"

Tomoya: "Um, Juliet-sama?"

"This guy might've said some weird stuff, but it's all nonsense! He's a compulsive liar~ ahaha♪"

"Sorry for the bother! Please forget all about us!"

Mitsuru: "Hey hey, I heard you were with Romeo-nee-chan before? Is she doing something somewhere right now?"

Tomoya: "She somehow managed to escape to the Montague family's mansion..."

"Luckily most people can't see me, so I caused some noisy disturbance away from where she was."

"I still have the guards attention now, so she was able to sneak away... But there are others like Romeo who can see us, so I can't relax."

"Let's escape before we're found and caught."

Mitsuru: "Okay! See you around, Juliet-nee-chan♪"

Wataru: "Sigh... please watch yourselves, the public order around here is in pieces nowadays."

"If you don't mind, shall I call someone to escort you to your home?"

"...Hm? Those "Chorus" people vanished?"

"They came and went like the wind... Like it was all a dream. I wonder if they really were fairies?"

"Aah...... Yet, mysteriously enough, those words have engraved themselves on my heart. Did God borrow the form of a child to deliver a revelation to me?"

"Oh, God, what is it you wish me to do?"

"I thought Romeo-sama's name sounded familiar, but..."

"Montague? Is she the daughter of that Montague family, our damned, bitter enemies whom my parents speak of unfavourably?"

"I've heard she's a good-for-nothing, astoundingly debauched madwoman..."

"Preposterous! That woman had not a single fault, like the sun."

"Just what is going on? Why was Romeo-sama in a place like that? What on earth is happening?"

"In this story God has weaved, in this tempest known as fate, am I merely toyed with like a miserable nightingale?"

Nurse: "Dear Lady Juliet, what are you making a ruckus about?"[1]

Wataru: "Nurse! No, it's nothing... It's like I had an odd dream?"

Nurse: "Good grief. Did you find some reason to not attend the ball and fall asleep?"

"Your mother will be in a great fury, Juliet-sama."

Wataru: "Let her be angry, it will bring back her youth."

"She's forcibly tying me to that gentleman named "Paris" like a string."

Nurse: "Paris-sama isn't just a pretty face - he's a very important, very rich man."

"If you marry such a personage, the Capulet family's influence will be easily solidified."

"Even the Montague family, who's power now rivals ours, will be driven away without a second thought."

"The Capulet family will surely become the only flower in Verona."

Wataru: "For that purpose, you insist on me marrying a man who's like an unlit candle?"

"He's pretty, yet pallid - I merely saw him from a distance and found him detestable."

Nurse: "Merely saw him, you say? You need to meet and talk in person first..."

"If you fell in love at first sight, it would have to be the work of fairies."

Wataru: "Aah... That's right, I wonder if I was tricked after all."

"Tricked by fairies to love someone I was never meant to..."

"If this world is like a story or stage play, its tragic end will be my fault, won't it?"

"Dragging anything and everything down with me..."

Nurse: "My lady? Is something the matter? Your voice has lost its usual energy."

"If you truly despise balls and marriage that much, shall I go to speak with your mother?"

"Should it displease her, it will only be this old head on the chopping block."

Wataru: "Please don't say such things..."

"This one and only chance at life that we've been given by God should not be thrown away so easily."

"Oh Nurse, beloved Nurse, I have something I'd like you to tell me. That Montague girl named Romeo, what kind of person is she?"

"There are some things I've been wondering about her."

Like before, the roles of Juliet's nurse and mother are also played by Wataru. Putting them under different speech tags seems like the easiest way to differentiate (though, it does feel a tad awkward to do so when Wataru isn't listed as Juliet...)

[Act 6 • Directory • Chapter 10]

#enstars translation #ensemble stars #wataru hibiki #tomoya mashiro #mitsuru tenma #enstars #ensemble stars translation #performance! the tragicomedy of romeo and juliet

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Yandere Arvin Russell (4/5)

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“Why ain’t we just drivin’ near the church?” I inquired curiously, squeezing my skirt as I stared out at the passing forest scenery.

The preacher chuckled from beside me. “I know the town. And I know where the Lord’s spirit is strongest. Won't take that log at all,” he reassured.

I nodded, biting my lip. I fiddled with the seatbelt slightly, eyes glued to the road. Silence fell over us again as he turned left, descending down a dirt offspring. The gravel and rocks crunched underneath the tires, clanking against the metal. The surround forest was beautiful with how the light cascaded across the viridescent grass; I would have to show Arvin sometime.

I could tell that we had driven a few miles in. My ears popped from heightened elevation, but the priest was finally starting to slow. We came up to a crevice, and he parked the car between two rock walls. The area was covered in shade, and we were completely disconnected from the outside world, unless if we were to back out in the car.

“Ain’t there somewhere with a better view?” I questioned, peering over my shoulder.

The priest chuckled. “The Lord is everywhere, even in the darkness.” I drew my attention back to him, eyeing him curiously. “Now,” he clasped his hands together, "pray with me, child.”

Faithfully, I followed suit. I clasped my hands together and shut my eyes. I sighed as the words of praise and love for the Lord flooded my mind. It was that of a honeymoon phase, just like the love I harbored for my Arvin.

Dear Lord, please cleanse me of those wicked boys who touched me. I was a victim and do not deserve to be wracked with the devil’s touch.

I jolted back into reality as something drifted over my leg. I turned to the priest, bewildered, warily glancing between him and his hand, which was gripping at my thigh. He was staring at me so adamantly and seriously, but I felt uncomfortable.

“Is… is everything alright?”

“My child, the Lord has told me what needs to be done. I have seen visions of his miracle works and I know how to save you.”

I bit my lip, shivers running down my siren as he leaned closer. I pressed my back into the cushioned truck my heart racing within my bosom. I gulped down my anxiety as he stared with prying eyes. I grabbed at his hand when it attempted to progress further up my thigh.

“Do you trust me, my child?”

Sometime within my gut was telling me to say no; but he was a priest and he had never been wrong before. I slowly nodded, a prayer rousing in my chest. I clasped my hands together once more, my mouth going dry. I could feel the priest’s body growing closer, the warmth radiating off me. And yet, my body had never felt colder.

His hand encompassed each side of my waist, gliding up closer. The intimacy was odd; I had only been so close to my lover. I wasn’t able to focus on my prayers because of how close he was. I was scared.

“Pray harder,” the priest huskily instructed.

I felt his breath ghost over my cheek. As though recognizing the wrongness in what he was doing, I began to tremble from the touch. A silent scream bubbled in my throat, and yet, I was paralyzed as he pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek.

When he pulled away, I finally mustered the courage to open my eyes and push at his close chest, which was almost pressing to mine. His eyes fluttered open in surprise, but I could tell there was something sinister in them. But.. he was a man of God. Truly, he was not deceiving me.

“I… cannot, sir. I have a lover. Bein’ unfaithful in any way is far worse than bein’ wracked with the devil.”

His brows furrowed and he pulled away, but only slightly. His fingers ghosted up to my shoulders. “…My child. It is not unfaithful to be touched by the Lord.”

I shook my head stubbornly. “No. It’s just ain’t right,” I pleaded. “Ain’t there another way to cleanse the devil from me.”

“No. The devil is in you. So the Lord needs to be, too, in order to cleanse your spirit completely” he insisted, gripping my shoulders tightly.

Panic consumed me. I pushed at his chest, but he pressed my further against the cushions. He seemed angry by my defiance. “The devil has possessed you,” he shakily fumed. “And it is my job as a man of the Lord to cleanse your spirit whether you like it or not.”

His hands suddenly grabbed my throat. I attempted to scream, but I was silenced by his two hands squeezing my lungs. He straddled me while I flailed beneath him. I grabbed at his hands, tears springing to his eyes. But he was much, much stronger than me, and was able to force me to lie down against the cushions.

Even when I was trapped against it, and quickly being drained of my energy, he still squeezed. I couldn’t help but wonder. Was this how I… how I died?

The light was fading from my view. My body felt limp, and I was only vaguely aware of his hands palming at inappropriate places. But I didn’t have the strength to fight. Everything around me had grown dark, so I could do nothing but accept my fate.

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Oh, how I was wracked in shame as I gripped the sides of the toilet and released my stomach into it. Vomit splashed against the side and the small bathroom echoed with my retching. Tears were sliding down my cheeks and I was trying my best to get rid of my pain as quickly as possible.

Ever since that day, life had gone downhill. I was becoming more and more sick, and my worst fears were confirmed when I picked up a small pregnancy test from the local gas station and tested positive. And oh, was I ashamed. I couldn’t bare to go to school or church or even leave my bedroom. I didn’t want to see Arvin.

I was terrified that he would be heartbroken and leave me. Not that I would blame him. I was sure I was possessed by the devil more than ever now, but I felt like it wasn’t my fault.

I finally finished vomiting, using some toilet paper to wipe my mouth before tossing it in. I shakily rose to my feet and hovered over the sink. I washed my face, unable to meet my own gaze in the mirror. I felt like a victim and yet, at the same time, I felt so guilty.

I stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway. My mother ducked into her room once more after sending me an accusing glare. Did she know? Was she just itching to label me a whore like that damned priest did?

I gulped dryly before making my way back to my room, hands subconsciously rubbing my stomach. At least there wasn’t a bump yet.

I was about to enter my room, but there was a knock at the front door. Arvin. He’d dropped by every damn day and my mother did me the slightest favor of telling him I wasn’t around. She didn’t care enough to question my absence with every event, but she cared about being left alone by a ‘pesky’ teenager. I felt bad for dodging him especially, worried he’d think I didn’t love him.

Because I did. But he didn’t deserve to put up with me when I was touched by the real devil.

I hovered in the doorway. My mother scoffed and darted past, clearly pestered by the incessant banging. I heard Arvin’s muffled voice calling for someone to answer.

I gripped my door handle, watching with glassy eyes. I opened it quietly and stepped in, shutting the door almost completely. However, I stared through the crack, watching as my mother peeled open the front door.

“Mr. Russell, now, I’ve told you to stop comin’ by,” my mother sneered, preventing him from enter by blocking the doorway.

“Ms. L/n, I’m not here to see you. I’m just tryin’ ta find Y/n —" he insisted, trying to push in by shoving at her arm.

Tears sprung to my eyes for some reason. It had been the first time I’d seen him in weeks,, and I couldn’t take it. I closed to door as quietly as possible, sending the boy one last glance. I could still hear my mother aggressively shooing him away and Arvin matching that aggression, but it quickly died off.

I went over to my bed, my stomach churning. I laid down and curled into a ball, holding my legs to my chest. A few quiet sniffles escaped, and I often had to wipe my nose. The silence inside the room was deafening.

As ill as I felt, I couldn’t take it. I’d been trapped inside all day, and although I couldn’t run and jump and play, at least I could go on a walk to clear my mind. And as miserable as I was… I’d heard that being depressed affected the baby, and I couldn’t have that.

But I couldn’t go out the front door. Arvin could still be around, since I hadn’t heard his engine start up. I lifted myself from my bed and went over to my window. I slid it open, and it squeaked with age, causing me to cringe. I took a step stool so that I could exit the window with ease instead of frivolously tossing myself over. My bare feet came into contact with the dirt, and a sense of comfort flooded my system.

I peeked around the corner of the house to the front. Indeed, Arvin was there, leaning against the side of his car while taking a swig of his cigar. A silent call rose to my throat, but I bit it back, feeling ashamed of myself.

I turned tail and began walking to the back. The moment I was surrounded by trees, some of the anxiety from being pregnant slid down my back like an ice cube. I kept walked, listening keenly to every chirp and rustle of leaves. It was like mother nature was walking with me.

I huffed, cupping my belly. I lifted my shirt just enough so that my bare fingers ghosted over the expanding flesh. My feet eventually slowed, and I approached a mossy patch which covered a smooth, stone surface. A sob surfaced to my throat as I sat down, my emotions overflowing. I felt so, terribly alone. And I knew that it wasn’t, but I believed it was my own fault.

I hid my face in my hands, letting loose completely. My cries echoed in the wilderness. Even though the forest and sun enveloped me in a warm, glowing hug, I was stumped. I was not stupid. If my mother found out, she would kick me out of the house. If Arvin found out, he would hate me for letting it happen. How could I raise a child alone?

My entire body was trembling with agony. I was spiteful. Not just toward that damned priest, but the Lord himself. If the Lord existed, he wouldn’t let such an evil man be a spokesperson. If the Lord existed, he wouldn’t have given me a lifetime of suffering. If the Lord existed —

Two arms gripped my shoulders. I shot up, a croaking gasp escaping. I turned, only to be met with a… concerned Arvin. He didn’t seem angry, even though I was avoiding him. But he would be. He would hate me, and now, I knew I would have to tell him.

But, for now, I could pretend that wasn’t going to happen. I continued to cry, and he saddled up beside me, pulling me to his chest. He let out a soothing hush as he rubbed my back. I gripped his white cotton shirt, my tears dampening his clothing completely. My heart melted as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

And so, I cried. I cried for a very long time. But, my feelings began to numb and I was getting exhausted from the emotional turmoil. My hands eventually let go of his shirt, trailing to his waist. Arvin sighed grabbing my shoulders and pushing me away, enough so that he could see my face. He then cupped both of my cheeks, a prominent pout on his handsome expression.

“Why have you been ignorin’ me, darlin’?”

A few more tears escaped and I felt too ashamed to meet his gaze. His grip tightened, but in a possessive, painless way. My heart thudded anxiously in my chest.

“…If I tell ya, you’ll hate me,” I meekly croaked.

Arvin tilted his head, his brows furrowing. “I could never. I love ya, Y/n. You can do no wrong.”

I bowed my head slightly. “You… you were right. About that damned priest.” I paused, noticing how he immediately tensed. But, I mustered the courage to continue. “He took me into the woods in his car to pray and get the devil out of me. I thought I could trust him, but…” My throat burned from a threatening sob bubbling in my throat. “Well, he started touching up on me. I told him to stop, but he started - well, he - he started choking me. I thought I was goin’ ta die. But I - I felt every minute. I just… And then… I just…”

I didn’t want to cry more. But I couldn’t continue. I forced myself free of his grasp and stumbled to my feet, furiously wiping at my eyes. I didn’t dare look at his expression further, but I could tell he was angry. He rose to his feet as well.

“Yer fuckin’ kidding me…!” he suddenly cursed, banging his fist into the tree beside him. “That bastard. How fuckin’ dare he —“

“I’m sorry, Arvin,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry. I tried, but —“

He tore my hands away from my eyes, forcing me to look at him. Although he was angry, there was a hint of despair behind his gorgeous blue eyes. He held my wrists and pulled me into a hug. He gripped my back, burying his face in the crook of his neck.

“Stop it,” he hissed. “Ya ain’t done nothin’ wrong. That bastard - I’ll, I’ll kill him —“

“Arvin, ya can’t,” I exclaimed desparately. “He’s a priest —“

“I don’t fuckin’ care,” he seethed. “That bastard went forcing himself on my woman. Hell, who knows what other women he done the same thing to. You ain’t done nothin’ wrong, darlin’. I’ll kill him. And - and, we’ll run away. We’ll run away from this hell hole, and - and we’ll buy a nice place in the country and - and raise our kid and we’ll be happy, okay?”

“‘Our…’?” I squeaked, a warmth fluttering across my entire bodice. I wrapped my arms around his torso, feeling an onset of tears returning, although it was out of joy.

I couldn’t believe that Arvin still loved me.

“Our baby. That damned priest, he ain’t goin’ ta be alive long enough ta see it.”

“But… could you really… kill him?” I parroted unsurely.

“Damn right I could.” He pulled away, cupping my cheeks once more. His thumbs circled across my skin smoothly. “I’d do anythin’ for ya, darling. Hell, when I - I saw what those nasty boys were tryin’ to do ta ya, I went off after school and beat each and every one of them up into a bloody pulp. My pa taught me that ya always got ta choose the right time, and I dan did. There’s a lot of bad men out there, and I ain’t lettin’ one bad guy hurt ya. It’ll be our baby and our new life and we’ll leave this entire town behind. For good.”

“But, Arvin,” I sighed, "what about Lenora? And your uncle? And your grandma?”

“They’ll be better off without me. They’ll understand that… I was doin’ what I had to do.”

I was like putty in his hands. I was so overwhelmed with joy and gratitude, I could not hold back any further. I pulled this face toward mine and we both melted into a passionate kiss. My hands ghosted over his neck before gripping at his shirt collar.

He pulled away, and his dazzling orbs were overcome with a possessive haze. I melted under the intensity, hands fiddling with the buttons of his shirt aimlessly. His breath fanned over my face and I fluttered my lids expectantly.

“I want… it to be your baby,” I whispered.

Arvin smiled sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to my nose.

“Then let’s make it our baby.”

~~~

“What are you doing?”

I turned tail, dropping the pile of clothes on the bed. Standing in the doorway of my room was my mother. She was staring me down with accusation and suspicion in her eyes. I exchanged glances between the open suitcase and her imposing figure. I was previously excited, but I became subconscious now. I was in my father’s old dress shirt, but a bump was still noticeable.

By now, she had certainly connected the dots.

“I’m leaving,” I stated, gulping down my anxiety.

Her face fell. “…What? How? It better not be that boy who you fooled around with. That boy’s filled with the devil —“

“Ma, you’re full of shit,” I seethed, turning away from her. I continued to stuff clothing into the bag, deciding it was best to ignore her.

Her feet clacked behind me and she suddenly grabbed my upper arm, pulling me away from my bed violently. I was about to push her away, but my face was suddenly slung the other way. It stung. But it was not the first time the woman had slapped me. It still hurt, though; after all, I was leaving.

And yet, she was still giving me more of a reason to do so.

“Don’t you dare disrespect me!” she shrieked. “I am your mother. What did I ever do to deserve such a disrespectful child? I have done everything for you —“

“Oh, yeah? Like what ya did to B/n? Yeah, you’re just a grand mother. You’re so great, in fact, you’re the reason he damn killed himself.”

Her face fell. “…What lies are spewing now, devil child? Your brother would be very disappointed to hear you spittin’ such vile stories.”

I snorted, violently pushing her away. All the anger and hatred that I’d covered up over the years was bubbling over the surface, and for the first time ever. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could kill her. I’d always wanted her dead, ever since I was a kid. But never, never had I wished so desperately to do so.

“I never told you, but over a year ago, an officer can to our door. ‘e told me that B/n was found hangin’ from the ceiling in his cell. I never wanted to tell ya, ‘cause my plan was to leave you alone for the rest of your life feelin’ like shit because you’re a shit mother who deserves to die alone!”

Silence.

For the first time, she had nothing to say.

And she was frozen in her spot, so I took the chance to turn back to my suitcase. I shoved the last articles of clothing in and zipped it up. I heard a quiet sob emit from behind me, and it felt nice to hear. Never had I thought I would see her begging and crying over her worthless devil daughter and son, but here she was.

I snickered cruelly, lifting the bag up. I didn’t spare her even a glance as I walked past her.

But she finally roused herself and followed after me. I went to the front door, but her hand shot out in front of me, blocking the handle.

“Please, Y/n. Can’t we use talk about this?” she croaked. “Just sit down and let’s talk. Why, we can pray together, and the Lord —“

“We had an entire fuckin’ lifetime to talk. I don’t have time for yer shit anymore, ma. I’m goin’ with a man who treats me right and you ain’t ever goin’ ta see me again. I hope you die alone, ya hear me?” I replied, barely above a whisper.

I pushed at her arm and opened the door. Just then, a horn was honked, and I realized that Arvin had just pulled up, adorning his baseball cap. He had it pulled over his seat and was gripping the steering wheel tightly. I stepped out of the house.

An arm shot out to my ankle. I let out a squeak and turned.

Never did I think I would see her on her knees, bowing before me. She was gripping my ankle as though her life depended on it, and her hair cascaded her face, which I could presume was wracked with well-deserved grief. I towered over her. Never had I seen her look so pathetic.

It was satisfying.

“Please,” she begged. “Let’s just talk. You’re my daughter. I love you —“

I scoffed.

And as one final act of revenge, I brought my heel and stomped on her wrist.

She let out a shriek and writhed. I heard a satisfying crack, and finally released her. As a spiteful act, I released her wrist, but also spit at her. Her sobs grew louder.

But, I turned away.

And I left her there.

And I felt good about it.

I opened the car door and tossed my bag into the back seat while getting comfortable. I kept my face blank, not looking back. Instead, I leaned over the seat and grabbed Arvin’s face, turning it so that I could place a kiss on his perfect lips.

“Ready?” he inquired hoarsely as I pulled away.

He couldn’t meet my gaze. And poking out of his pocket was a gun. He really had killed him.

But I loved him. And that damned priest deserved it.

“Of course, lover boy.”

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Wasteland Survival Guide: Travel Talk - The Great American Road Trip (Commonwealth & Capital Wasteland -> New Vegas and Points West)

- Wow, so uh, you all really liked my post on foot travel between Fallout 3 and Fallout 4 locations, so buckle up and get ready for round two. Hello again, and welcome to my second absurdly niche TED talk on realistic travel in the Fallout universe (for fanfiction and tabletop RP purposes)

- Today we will be covering a topic that I have seen several people ask/post about: travel between Eastern and Western US locations in the Fallout universe, i.e., “how do I get my Courier to interact with my east coasters/how do I travel across the US when my last name isn’t Maxson”

- Good news, everyone: I have questionable and way-overthought answers for you – this time with maps

- I’m limiting this to FO:NV for western US areas because this is already a MONSTER post

- There are actually many good routes for this (I’ve driven some of them) but the simplest route takes your party from downtown DC to Las Vegas, NV – a distance of 2,421 miles – while only changing roads four to five times

- Most of that distance is on two highways: one you might know (I-70), and another we all know WAY too well (I-15, or the “Long 15” from FONV – yes it’s real and yes God help me I’ve driven long parts of it in rental cars)

- SO for starters I’d like to introduce those of you who may be unfamiliar to Interstate 70 (I-70), a highway that is the bane of my existence near and dear to my heart

- I-70 is long. VERY long. The “Long 15” in Fallout: NV is an impostor. IRL, the I-15 is 1,433.52 miles long. I-70 is 2,151 miles long. (I-70 isn’t even the longest US highway - I-90 clocks in at 3,020.44 miles, and spans coast to coast, from Seattle, Washington to Boston, Massachusetts. More on that later.) The US Federal Highway Administration gave us a great infographic for how stupidly long I-70 is when they tested new sign fonts in the early 2000s (there’s one of these at either end of I-70)

- This sign shows approximate distances in miles from I-70’s eastern end at the Baltimore Beltway (I-695) to Columbus, Ohio; St. Louis, Missouri; Denver, Colorado and Cove Fort, Utah

- That’s right – you can get most of the way across the mid-latitude continental US via one road (or by following a single post-apocalyptic rubble-and-tarmac pile). Map below (the mileage in the map is actually 30mi. off because Google Maps)

- Good news for your party: it is easy to get to I-70 from FO3 locations

- I-70 is either on, or just north of, the FO3 base game map based upon the locations you can travel to in-game. Why do I say "on or north of”? Well, Todd Howard & co. seem to have combined the continuity-of-government facility called Raven Rock Mountain Complex (in PA, way north of I-70) with another continuity-of-government facility called Mount Weather (in Virginia and way south of I-70) to give us the Enclave base “Raven Rock.” (The stuff we see in in-game Raven Rock seems to combine the publicly stated functions of both IRL facilities). So, it’s possible that I-70 is on the FO3 map and unmarked, or it’s alternatively possible that it falls a very short distance north of the map. Here is a map showing Raven Rock (pink icon north of I-70) and Mt. Weather (pink icon south of I-70) to illustrate the confusion. (Those of you who play FO76 will see some very familiar location names on this map as well)

- All of that said here are suggested routes from the Krispy Kreme outside the Dupont Circle metro stop in DC to the western end of I-70 in Cove Fort, UT -

Be adventurous and follow the Metro tunnels (uhhhh if MacCready isn’t in your party, anyway; please spare him) from Dupont Circle to Shady Grove Station; from there follow the I-370 spur to I-270 northbound to I-70 westbound; continue west until you hit Cove Fort, UT

Follow Connecticut Ave. NW north out of DC until you hit I-495 (DC Beltway); take this to I-270 northbound to I-70; continue westbound

- If coming from points on the Fallout 4 map and heading to points on the Fallout NV map, and you have followed I-95 south to Baltimore, MD – from I-95 southbound, follow the Baltimore beltway (I-695) to I-70.

If taking this route use the Baltimore Beltway’s outer loop/head westbound – if you take the inner loop/go eastbound around the Baltimore beltway you’re risking the Key Bridge being washed out.

Also, definitely start following I-695 when your party hits it the first time, not the second. I know it’s tempting to just barrel over the north side of the beltway/stay on I-95 south until you hit downtown and then try to take the Beltway’s inner loop north to I-70. There must be all kinds of phat lewts in downtown Baltimore, right, and this route would let your party investigate on the way? But to do this you’d have to get off I-95 and onto I-895 to go through the Harbor Tunnel which probably would have flooded in the intervening 210 years. End result? Your party is now stranded on the wrong side of the Harbor. No bueno

But hey, if you do hit up Baltimore’s Inner Harbor and survive, you can go see the USS Constellation, sister ship to the USS Constitution - that’s the rocket-powered tall ship crewed by robots in Fallout 4 - so that’s fun

- Once you get to Cove Fort, UT, your party will discover the best part about I-70: the road it dead-ends into. Everyone please welcome back the highway you spent half your #$!*ing life on as Courier 6 in Fallout NV

- That’s right: I-70 takes you all the way across the US from the Fallout 3 map and plunks you directly onto the I-15, FONV’s main north-south thoroughfare

- Bonus: I-15 takes you from Cove Fort, UT to Las Vegas, NV by way of Mount Zion National Park, UT (Honest Hearts map area in NV) – that area of the NV map is just a slight detour from I-15 onto State Roads 17 and 9

- Second Bonus: guess what else I-15 runs past? Big Mountain. Abbreviation: Big Mt. Bastardization: The Big Empty

- The takeaway here is that you literally only have to change which road your party follows four (4) times to get from Dupont Circle’s Metro stop to Las Vegas. I have to imagine that any cross-country caravans might follow old I-15 and old I-70 for this reason

- I mentioned I-90 as leaving Boston and heading due west. Like I-70, I-90 intersects I-15, but much farther north . I’m not recommending that route because it is MUCH easier to go on foot down the East Coast than to go on foot from I-90 in Montana due south all the way through the Rocky Mountains to reach Las Vegas. Nevertheless it is a viable alternate route from the Fallout 4 map to points west, so I’ve included this info

- I headcanon Kellogg got to Boston from NCR territory by following a portion of this route as well

- Here’s the travel itinerary/mileage breakdown:

Provided you are able to vaguely follow these routes, it’s 2,421 miles from the Dupont Circle Metro Station in DC to the Strip in Las Vegas

Traveling at a rate of 2.5 mph on foot for 8hrs./day (with no breaks) the absolute MINIMUM foot distance travel time is 121.05 days

That’s about FOUR MONTHS one-way with no breaks

And that is very optimistic: this route crosses through BOTH the Appalachian AND (more relevantly) the Rocky Mountains. I have driven the Rockies. Those grades are STEEP

There are forest fires and plains fires and tornados and dust devils and, uh, just deserts, as well as heavy snowfall areas, plus rockfall/mudslide/avalanche risk areas, on this route

God help your party if you go past Nevada into FO1 and FO2 territory – then you’re also liable to get tule fog, Santa Ana winds, more forest and brush fires (on a HUGE scale) and earthquakes - I have driven in/through these in the southwest and central Cali and they were not super fun, definitely would not appreciate on foot nope nope nope

Your party will also have to rest/fight/hunt/gather/maintain weapons/heal from injuries in addition to avoiding all the natural disaster risks and weather issues

My estimation? Leave five to six months just for foot travel between DC and NV, and figure that a caravan is only going to do this round trip MAXIMUM once per year

- Also as an FYI in some parts of the US people put “the” in front of interstate names. In others, you will be looked at as An Outsider if you do this. Don’t ask me why. In the words of Drew Carey, “the rules are made up and the points don’t matter.” So - it’s sometimes “the I-15” when you’re talking about the Long 15 and pretty much always “the I-5” when you’re in California but it’s definitely NOT “the I-70” or “the I-695.” There is no logic here welcome to America

- Thank you for coming to my TED talk

EDIT: here’s the link to the first in this series https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/edaworks/686101227706138624?source=share

#fallout #fallout 3 #fallout 4 #fonv #fallout nv #new vegas #worldbuilding #headcanon #roleplay #fanfic #just realized I'm essentially writing AAA triptiks for fallout and that is both super funny and makes me feel super old #wasteland survival guide #travel talks

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astrxlfinale · 2 months

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when does a God become a God? what defines a God? are deities born out of a sum of collective faith, or are they simply complex organisms evolved past the admittedly frustratingly limited understanding of humanity? where does this answer lie? how can she find it? how can she unravel it?

seeker of the flower that withers not permits for this strange indulgence existing only for one. of course, who else would it be, if not her dear assistant? she permits for him to stand close, to explore depths of her concealed to the sight of others. build her altars in your heart, and discover the heart that beats still within. ( from Mei, please go absolutely insane, we love to witness it )

Here they were, surrounded by a touch of the whimsical technology of the station, in many ways, these sterile walls managed to be correlated with a sense of a home away from home. Familiar faces, many events that found themselves, not to mention, it was these same stomping grounds that coalesced a shining thread in his eyes. One to grasp, promising a realm of life never before considered, seen and touched upon to the scale that the one known as Ruan Mei could compose it. Subtle as it'd be to many, countless practically developing a form of worship due to what her mind can compose upon the universe, something between them changed.

He'd be a damn big fool to never see the scale of how much the boons of time and experience forged for them. In that same vein, how his selfishness , the brazen crossing of so many borders have managed to unearth a particularly priceless 'gem.' Humanity, one that shall not be shared to the world with anyone else. (Never in this way.) For the way how her curious eyes battled and fell into ease the current of boundless emotion, it reflected perfectly a heaven of turquoise jade within stellar gold.

What transpires in this moment could be argued as a 'reward', a controlled variable, many ways that the measure of language could offer a lens. Yet to Caelus the reality was much more tender, much more simple as the current experiment found itself freshly finished, proof being found in the way healed scratches and a singed jacket had proven.

Delving into the World of Ruan Mei requires an incredible sense of potential, resolve.

If power gathered was the price to cross each border, to walk a road that needs them to constantly evolve in terms of the soul? He'd wear his pride seamlessly if it meant the sight of this smile, a treasure in it's own would be in his graces.

"Mei. You've been thinkin' about it too?" There's a blunt directness that's practiced, simply their style, often shared to the most amusing, passion filled instances that are forged into new stars. Being able to witness the way her complexion brightens (does she realize how it rivals her other passions?), to catch her curt response, part of him could imagine that fervor filled drive of her's would equally commit to venues that capture the might of her gaze.

This is why they've found themselves stationed underneath the hum of machinery, privacy freely offered due to the wealth of strings they carry and can pulled at anytime.

Make this god in formation before him shine. That was the trailing thought as he'd allow the distance between them to close. "Been on my mind all damn day, one way or another." Shameless words, a sign meant only for her to understand, to remember.

She was the very life that his hands intend to cradle as the Answer. An origin of what was truly important.

This is why the distance was soon driven to nil. The legendary researcher and her assistant to the world, Caelus and Ruan Mei to their bare essence. This is what fueled the tidal wave of passion that collided with the press of their lips, charging him with a wealth of invigoration, of starlit power that rushes through his vein in hand with this delight. With his pace dictating the rhythm, the press would be firm and full, a cosmic pull that aches in revealing how much she needs to be valued by HIS own means.

Hearing the way she gave him a blissful sigh to drink in only stirred that joy deep down. Delicious, and the exact reason to let each and every action be a sign of reverence. Angling his head in order to deepen the embrace of lips, letting those broad hands draw across the divine currents of her body, smoothing both the rich fabric and across her skin all the same, matting that broad touch into holding her hip and another to brace at the slight crescent of her back.

That request of a hot tongue grazing across those pink peach lips was both a request and a promise of what's to come.

@scrtilegii

#scrtilegii #| Shuttle Mail #With all the ways she let him see the World #Never before seen and evolved #It comes with that lovely benefit of how he can encapsulate that scale of them. Moreso. How important she is to him

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12/09/2023

John-June*

Morning Songs

What If

There Were Only 5

Names

Like In Indo

Or Christian

Psalms

What If

There Were

Only A Few

Beatles

What Would

We Do

Somehow

They Were Duplicated

Somehow They Breed

How'd All The

Yogis

Come Together

In A World Wide Web

In Case

You Forget

Your Childhood

In Case

It Was Really Bad

Please Remember

We Sang "Hey

Jude,"* For You

Got 2 Julian's

God Kids

One Jude

Please Remember

We Know

A Song

Is Never Enough

But If Your Dad

Is Gone

Like Millions

Of Military

Brats

Suffer

Through

Estrangement

Or The Queen's

Court

If Your Parent

Is Gone

On A Feloners

Plea

Please Don't Offer

Special Forces

Survival Services

Bloody Weapons

Special Forces

Or Boobs

In The Face

Motorboats

With Our Tax

Dollars

Embedded In Tesla

Stocks

Doje

Smearing

Beloved Bros

And Dogs

Flying To Mars

With Our

Hearts

Intact

Might Have Been

Possible

But,"Now

And Then,"*

I'm Not Really

Sure

"Now And Then,"

I Miss

My Father's Weathered

Hand

"Now And Then,"

My Own John

Sitting In Our

Driving Coast To Coast

In Love

Thinkin' How Lucky

I Was

"Now And Then,"

I Miss My Pa

My "Lennon" Brother

Overflowing

With Intelligence

Secret

Middle Name

"John"

"Now And Then,"

I Miss My Pa

His Weathered Hand

Was Like A

Beating Heart

For America

"Now And Then,"

I Miss My Pa

I Know I'll Never

Add Up Mamma

"Now And Then,"

I Miss

My Pa

I Wish That

J.D. Salinger

Cult Felony

Hadn't Gotten

Your John-

June

In The Name

Of Jihad*

"Catcher In The Rye,"

Twisted Anti-Semitism*

Like JFK

But That's Not

The Case With

"The Cajun Queen,"*

She's Spicey

Not Caged

James Dean

Not The Case

With Grandma Julia

If We Can't

Say Anything

Nice

About Reptiles*

At Court

The Attorneys

Who Broke

Our Son's Hearts

It Wasn't Her

June

It Wasn't Her

Jude

It Wasn't Her

Julian

Bambinos

All Those Pretty

Places

Tibetan Yogini

Retreats

India

Maharishi Days*

All Those "White,"

Houses In Bali

Japan

Indonesia

Thailand

It Wasn't Her

June

It Wasn't Durga*

It Wasn't Your

Own Eternal

Mother

Saraswati*

I Can Assure

You

From The "White Album"*

Oaths

It Wasn't Me

#Nitya4Eternity

Lakshmi*

Who Deleted

Your Songs

On Twitter*

Banned Us

With Gags

It Wasn't Me

I Miss The "Beatles"*

Just As Much

As Anyone!

(#4BillionMothersStrong Grieving Our Young.)

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal

*June- "Dear" In Farsi

#Irany #WithLove

"Hey Jude," Written for Julian Lennon by Paul & John; in hideous atty driven court estrangement.

Love long unedited version they released- even if it's slightly Censored by BBC & UK politics.

Most songs I post of theirs get shadowbanned same day.

Very worried about Beatles kids & families. I think "Julia," was not only written for John's mom but also secretly for Julian and to tie him into his matriarchal lineage- even if cut short.

Often rockstars and royals had Divorce/custodial Gag orders from Queen that were so violent, they end in death; like John Lennon and Princess Diana.

"Now And Then," Amazing New Beatles Song Miraculously used #AI to revive John Lennon's vocals. As a reply everyone wants a Johnny doll. We feel they should be used only exclusively for close family in appropriate fatherly or husband manner; not a sex toy for government to manipulate and barter in AI as x has done with my children and I; his creator AI alien Grimesz.

Elon is nothing but a "Kiterunner" sex slave for America like Prince, Michael Jackson and so many atty puppets before them. Lab dads.):

*Jihad is a Anti Islamic term used when America creates Pseodo Terrorism and murders our great leaders and artists. #RIPJohnLennon #RIPJFK #Prayers4BoppaEternal xo

*Anti-semitism is a racist neo-nazi term often used by oppressors themselves Trafficking our women through government 9/11 internal domestic terrorism and wars abroad. This is gaslighting for "Nasa" when boys clubs won't allow our chivalrous men to behave appropriately, with honors, to deserve honors.

*Reptiles- Queen Elizabeth is Often referred to as the "Reptilian" Queen.

*Durga - Goddess Of Protection/Defense

*Saraswati-Goddess Of Art & Music

Lakshmi- Goddess Of Wealth & Prosperity

*White Album

Made In India

Beatles

With Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

*Beatles music & friends royalties also hacked by open #AI & atty crimes; aka Michael Jackson's living probate criminal estate. #FreeBritney

#Metoo

Whose a Meme?

Will we ever know????

We're all the nasty stories just evil smear campaigns?

Jai Guru Dev

#BeatlesKids

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