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Gar Cyare Chapter Two

More Alpha-17/fem!reader!

Word Count: 6,200 (ouch)

Warnings: Mentions of fights, mentions of punching, reference to past abuse, reference to murder, descriptions of self-defense training, mentions of drunkenness.

*I'm actually going to include translations before my author's note because this is an extremely Mando'a-heavy chapter!

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Nynir (Strike)

Alpha was watching you.

It wasn’t like you particularly objected to that. After all, he did it often enough that you would have thought you’d be accustomed to it by now. And, to be fair, you watched him in exactly the same way - like you were suffering silently until the next moment you could touch him, even if it was just to brush against him ‘accidentally’.

But you didn’t think it was that, especially since your fingers were currently laced together under the cover of his kama. Between you and Alpha, you had quickly discovered that the kama, as well as being the mark of a distinguished warrior, made an excellent cover for hand-holding. Alpha said it was the most useful thing it had ever done.

That only made you melt a little bit.

But he was still watching you, a considering light in his dark eyes, and it was starting to make you nervous.

You rested your fork politely on your napkin and turned to face him directly. “You’re staring at me, Alpha. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Do you want to fight?” he asked nonsensically.

You blinked at him, allowing yourself a beat before you gathered yourself enough to ask dryly, “I would have thought we had done enough of that last week.”

Alpha laughed, the sound rich and tingle-inducing. “Not exactly what I meant, little one. Do you want to learn how to defend yourself?"

"Oh," you said ineloquently. It wasn't a bad idea, though you profoundly hoped you never had to go through another situation like the Separatist attack. "It would probably be smart."

"I think so," he agreed. "And, fortunately for you, you'll have the best trainer on Kamino."

"Best trainer on Kamino?" Monnk asked, sliding into a seat at your table. "Did T’vert come back?"

"Nah, never," Drift argued. "Don't you remember how badly things went wrong on that departure day? The Kamiini swore, never again. He has to be talking about Zarll."

"Isn't he a politician now?" Neyo asked, joining the group and the conversation. "And I only asked to be polite. He's a politician now. Why are we talking about Zarll?"

"Trying to figure out who the best trainer on Kamino is," Drift reported.

Neyo looked thoughtful for half a moment. "Has to be Trem. Have you seen her cadets? Most of them will end up as ARCs someday, watch for it."

Alpha gave a piercingly loud whistle to draw the attention of the chatting ARCs. "Thanks for the ego boost, men. Who invited you here, again?"

"You did," Monnk reminded him.

"Regretting that, Captain?" Drift asked with a cheerful grin.

"Always," Alpha grumbled. "You almost done, neverd'ika? I'm losing brain cells with company like these idiots."

"Yeah, I'm done," you agreed, and Alpha took your tray to discard everything on it. He had started doing that recently, claiming he was tired of waiting for you to politely make your way through the line. He cut through lines almost exclusively, a practice you watched with a shake of your head.

"What training are you doing?" Monnk asked, pulling your attention away from your boyfriend towering over cadets as he briskly disposed of your collected garbage.

"Oh, uh…" This wasn't a secret, right? Alpha was a secretive man, but surely he wouldn't care if his ARCs knew. "We've decided that I should learn how to take care of myself. Like, in a self-defense situation."

You weren't sure what reaction you would have expected, but blank stares and silence weren't quite it.

"And the captain offered to train you?" Drift asked, inferring from this new information and what he had overheard.

"Yes," you replied, arriving to sound serene rather than concerned by their skepticism.

That silence was laden with tension and sideways glances shared between the men. You did your best to wait patiently for someone to say something, but when the quiet stretched, you broke.

"What? What's wrong with Alpha offering to train me?"

Neyo was the first one to speak, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "The captain is a great trainer, but… he's tough."

"I know that," you replied, bewildered. You didn't think anyone could have survived so long here on Kamino if they weren't tough.

Neyo shook his head. "Right now, you know it in the abstract. If he trains you, you'll see it in-person. I've seen him make a nat-born cry with a look."

"I've heard him punish someone by ordering him to run laps," Monnk told you. "He didn't let the man stop for five hours."

"He's threatened me eight times today," Drift pitched in, sounding inordinately proud of that fact.

"Ready?" Alpha asked, coming back to the table. With three sympathetic pairs of eyes aimed in your direction, you nodded and stood to follow Alpha, feeling like someone doomed.

Alpha had suggested you start the next afternoon, spending the hours before dinner together. You had hedged slightly, reminding him that you were still working to regain the muscle you had lost in your injured leg.

"That's why it's so important," he had countered. "You've lost your weapon - that crutch. You have to be your own weapon now."

So you had agreed to meet with him, dressed in the workout clothes you had optimistically brought with you to Kamino and never worn.

"The first thing you need to focus on," Alpha started, dressed in his own workout gear, "is blocking a hit."

"That's the first lesson?" you asked, only slightly embarrassed at how squeaky your voice sounded. "It feels like there are other things I could learn first. Easier things."

“Easier things? Sure,” Alpha confirmed with a nod. “But not more useful. If you can block a hit, you can set yourself up to return it. I don’t think you understand how much damage a well-aimed punch is capable of…”

He trailed off, voice odd, and you noticed that his eyes were tracing the edge of your cheekbone. The bruise had long since faded, but - judging from the gentle way Alpha’s fingers smoothed over its exact boundaries on your face - he hadn’t forgotten about it. There didn’t seem to be any reason to bring it up directly, so you didn’t.

As it turned out, you didn’t need to. With his warm fingers brushing your face and his warm gaze locked with yours, Alpha’s jaw clenched slightly. “Say the word, neverd’ika… One little word and I’ll kill that beroya aruetii.”

That wasn’t quite the romantic declaration you had expected, but you probably should have. Alpha had made it clear that your safety was one of his top priorities, and he was extremely willing to resort to violence if he deemed it necessary.

“I appreciate that, Alpha,” you started, smiling despite yourself at the offer. “But I think it would be better if I just ignore Doni and learn to take care of myself.”

Alpha frowned heavily at you. “Why do you know that di’kut’s name?”

You snorted. “Because I can’t pronounce ba-bertoya arn-arueta.”

Despite your stumbled pronunciation of the unfamiliar words, the heat flared in Alpha’s eyes. “I need a warning if you’re gonna start speaking Mando’a. It’s… distracting.”

“Yeah?” you asked, your pulse quickening.

“Okay, so blocking…” Alpha diverted, launching into a lecture about how to perform a proper block.

It turned out that there was more to it than you had originally assumed. A block was just what you did to stop a punch before it could land, but there were so many things Alpha wanted you to remember.

When he finally told you to try a blocking stance, you obliged. You spread your feet apart for sake of balance and held your hands up in front of your face, feeling faintly ridiculous as you peered up at Alpha from between your half-cupped palms.

He studied that stance, eyes narrowing. With the way the lines bracketing his mouth and furrowing between his eyebrows deepened, you assumed he didn’t like what he saw. Before you could ask what exactly you were doing wrong, Alpha reached out, pressed the tips of two fingers to your shoulder, and gave a gentle nudge.

You swayed backward dangerously, only just managing to catch yourself. Alpha tapped your chin, his way clear since you had dropped your blocking hands while you adjusted your stance.

“And now I’ve punched you in the jaw,” he said. “You’re probably unconscious.”

“How was I supposed to know you weren’t going to give me any feedback?” you asked, half-laughing.

“That was your feedback,” Alpha told you, looking nonplussed at your inability to follow his imaginary instructions. “If I can hit you, you aren’t blocking right.”

You huffed at him. “Come on, Alpha. At least tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

Alpha motioned for you to set up your stance again, then he walked a tight circle around you, blowing out a heavy sigh as he did. “First, stop standing like that. Your feet are too straight. You want your non-dominant foot forward, but keep your weight on your back foot.”

“My leg still isn’t back to full strength,” you reminded him.

From the understanding on Alpha’s face, that reminder was unnecessary. “I know, neverd’ika. If it starts to hurt, tell me, but I need you to push yourself now. It’s not going to get stronger unless you work on rebuilding that strength.”

You nodded, adjusting into the stance he had suggested as you raised your hands again.

Alpha was shaking his head before you even finished settling into place. “Your arms need to be tighter against your sides. Move your hands closer to your face. No, more than that. More than-”

His breathing stuttered like he had only just managed to keep himself from sighing again. Gently, he nudged your elbows, forearms, and hands until they were in a position he deemed acceptable for blocking. When he was done, your elbows were clasped tight to your sides, your forearms pressed to your chest and your hands hovering somewhere around your jawline.

“Alpha, this feels ridiculous,” you informed him.

He shrugged. “That’s how you block a hit. I don’t know what else to tell you. You’re covering most vital organs and vulnerable spots, and your hands are close enough to your face that you can reach up to block a hit there.”

“I thought you told me not to block with my hands?”

“Yeah, don’t,” Alpha agreed with an approving nod, ignoring your frustrated look. “But you can lead with your hand to get your forearm or elbow in place.”

“But how do I- ah!”

You interrupted your own question with a short exclamation of surprise as Alpha tried to tap your face again. But you saw his movement before he made contact and your arm came up of its own volition. Without checking in with your brain, your body used the long bone of your forearm to swipe his hand away.

“Good!” Alpha congratulated warmly as you gave a hesitant smile from behind your hands. “That was a block. A small one. Against a slow, light hit. But still, it’s a start.”

You grimaced at how quickly that praise had devolved, but nodded anyway. It felt silly to talk this way, standing in a position ready to guard against a hit, but you weren’t about to lower your arms. What if you couldn’t bring them back up fast enough when he tried to mock-hit you again?

“Hold on,” Alpha said, moving exceptionally slowly to wrap his hand around your wrist.

His fingers closed around the delicate bone of your wrist, giving you time to prepare for his touch before he gently pulled and pushed at your arm. You were holding yourself so tightly, keeping your posture stiff, that your entire body swayed as Alpha moved your arm.

“That’s what I thought,” he chided. “You have to hold your arms more loosely.”

“But this is the blocking pose you told me to use,” you argued.

Alpha shook his head. “I told you this would protect most of your vulnerable spots, including your face. But if I go for the area below your ribs-” He touched his fingertips to the spot he had mentioned, your block doing absolutely nothing to get in his way since your elbows were anchored to the front of your body. “-then you want to move to stop me.”

“But if I don’t hold my arms this tightly, aren’t I more likely to hurt myself if I try to block a punch?” you asked. “I don’t want to punch myself in the face.”

Despite himself, Alpha chuckled at that. “That is a concern. But you’ll learn to make your muscles firm when you’re blocking. Being able to block well in only one spot is less important than being able to block less completely but still effectively anywhere on your body. Does that make sense?”

“So, I’m…” you struggled to find the right words. “I’m sacrificing better efficiency for the sake of better coverage?”

“Yeah, basically,” Alpha said with a shrug. “You’ll learn to be more effective over time, but it’ll take a lot of practice.”

And he did his best to make sure you got a good bit of that practice. You blocked and dodged and blocked some more, but Alpha’s speed and strength never increased. Finally, after you had managed to block nearly a dozen ‘hits’ in a row, you took a step back and nodded at him.

“I think I’m ready for you to speed up or hit harder.”

Alpha stared at you, hard. “Why don’t you let me decide when it’s time to move things forward?”

“Sure,” you agreed easily. He was the trainer, after all. “When do you think that time will come?”

“Let’s talk about hitting,” he suggested instead.

That seemed a little odd to you, which was the only reason you noticed how the subject moved in much the same order as blocking had: Alpha explained the process to you, taught you how to perform the basic movement, then let you practice it.

When it came time to hit, you ‘punched’ him the same way he had ‘punched’ you earlier: small taps meant to make contact or maybe be slightly annoying rather than painful. However, Alpha was having none of that.

“No, you need to be using your full force here,” he lectured after your second intentionally harmless tap. “You need the practice.”

“But you weren’t using full force for your hits earlier when I was practicing blocks,” you pointed out.

Alpha shot a sardonic look in your direction. “And you aren’t sure why I wouldn’t?”

“No, I think I have that part figured out,” you replied. Your own sarcastic expression wasn’t nearly as well-developed, but you managed. “But I would have expected you to put a little power behind it since blocking is the most useful thing I could learn.”

“You’re misunderstanding me on purpose,” Alpha complained.

“No, I think you just didn’t think about the fact that teaching me to fight would lead to you having to spar with me.” Alpha’s face didn’t change - his mask of soldier’s professionalism was too strong for that - but something shifted in his eyes and you realized with a start that you had guessed correctly. “That’s it, isn’t it? You don’t want to actually hit me.”

That was such a ridiculous thing to complain about that you struggled with a strong feeling of idiocy… until Alpha’s jaw twitched with how hard he was clenching it.

“I… won't. I can't hit you. I can't even try.” Alpha grimaced at you.

You nodded thoughtfully. "What if I put on the right gear? Helmet and gloves and anything else I would need to protect me?"

Alpha frowned as if he was taking a moment to picture that. “Still no. It's not that I'm worried you would get hurt - even if that's part of it, too - but I just don't think I could take a swing at you. Not if I wanted to mean it in a way that would help you get better. Makes me a useless trainer, huh?”

“Not useless, just…” you trailed, searching for a less offensive word. “Just a little less effective.”

He didn't respond to that, not with anything more than a grunt. You pressed on, knowing he was unhappy about this unforeseen problem. "You can still teach me the basics, right? Enough to help me not get annihilated if I ever get into a bad situation?"

He shook his head. "Don't think you're getting out of this that easily. You still need to learn how to defend yourself. Even if it isn't me teaching you."

You almost wanted to laugh at the begrudging tone he used, but you were too busy being nervous. "Who do you think I should ask? Maybe Monnk? Or maybe Neyo instead…"

"Like hell," Alpha denied instantly. "I'll find someone, and it won't be any of my di'kutla men. It'll be someone I trust. Now, we were working on punches."

Almost two full days had passed by the time Alpha mentioned the other trainer again. When he did, it was only to tell you to brace yourself.

You frowned at him after that pronouncement. "What do you mean? I thought you were going to find someone you trust?"

"I was," he replied, an unfamiliar defensive note in his voice. "But then I remembered that I don't trust anyone."

"Alpha…"

"I'm sorry, neverd'ika," he apologized. "I was talking to one of the other trainers about who I should ask and she got it in her head that I was asking her."

That was an unexpected bit of social confusion you wouldn't have pictured Alpha falling prey to. It was far closer to the things you had done in the past, too polite to correct someone, even if their misunderstanding put you in an awkward position. A comedy of manners you would have thought he was immune to.

"And it was too uncomfortable to correct her," you summarized sympathetically.

“What?” Alpha asked, but your point seemed to process before you actually repeated anything. His face cleared of confusion for a moment before it changed to one of derision. “No. Kriff that. I told her flat-out that I don’t want her around and that I just wanted to know who she would recommend.”

“Alpha!” you admonished, even as you internally admitted that lined up much more closely with what you knew about him. “Was she offended?”

“Yes, but it’s worse than that,” Alpha told you, deadpan. “She’s insisting on training you anyway. Something about a misplaced sense of sympathy.”

“Sympathy?”

“Misplaced?”

The second question hadn’t been yours, and you turned to see where it had come from.

The newest arrival was a female you vaguely recognized from around the training areas. She wasn’t an ARC trainer - you would have known her better if she had been - but you had seen her around the rooms used for flight training. Not that you had a lot to do with the pilots, but the female was fairly unique among the trainers.

She was a female Weequay with all that entailed. Her cheekbones were pronounced, jutting out under her eyes and giving them slight protection that was augmented by her brow ridge. The bridge of her nose was partially covered by a fold of skin that seemed ready to deflect a hit. Her jaw had a line of fine bone spikes for even more protection. Though her skin was leathery and tough like every other Weequay you had met, it seemed slightly smoother than that of Weequay males. She had a few long braids augmented with metallic ornaments that matched the rings encircling her neck.

The female was taller and slender, wearing clothes that were baggier than you would have expected - only clinging tightly enough around her hips and thighs to support the weight of the multitude of their own pockets. Her shirt was sleeveless, but her lower arms were wrapped in a layer of bandages or tape that went down to her hands, leaving only her fingers free. The muscle of her upper arms and the bends of her elbows were covered in metallic studs that you couldn’t quite figure out the purpose of.

Overall, she was a striking and intimidating figure, especially when she folded her arms and looked you up and down.

“This her?” she asked, her voice direct and slightly hoarse.

“Yeah,” Alpha confirmed. He stepped toward her slightly, lowering his voice, but you could still hear him clearly as he warned, “Don't be a besom.”

“I'm always a besom,” she replied, unimpressed at the way he was trying to use his height against her.

“Nice to meet you,” you said politely, trying to cut off any disagreement between the two.

They both glanced in your direction - the Weequay wearing a slight smirk while Alpha just looked resigned.

"Zackra Trem," he told you, gesturing to the female.

"I've seen you around, but we've never gotten the chance to meet," you explained. "You train the pilots, correct?"

"As much as someone can train a soldier replicated from human genes," she told you, winking before tossing a sly look back at Alpha.

Alpha, as expected, looked unamused. "Shut it, Trem. How are you even gonna train her with those baggy clothes on?"

"Baggy clothes? You see about as much as a civvie on a good day, Seventeen. Today, you’re just embarrassing yourself." With a smirk to accompany that statement, Trem turned to you. "How many weapons would you guess I'm wearing?"

Despite your surprise at the question, you obligingly studied her, mentally tallying up every space where a weapon could conceivably fit.

"Six," you attempted at last.

"Wrong," she told you. "Fifteen."

Alpha immediately scoffed. "You aren't hiding fifteen, even in that outfit."

"You're right," Trem acknowledged with a smirk. "Not exactly fifteen. More than that."

You frowned, feeling a little stupid at your underestimation of the very formidable trainer. Hiding weapons on one's person was hardly a surprise - the ARCs and the kids made a point of always having a few in easy-to-reach places - but something was still bothering you.

"Why lie, though?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows at Trem. "I was already wrong. You didn't gain anything from lying."

"Maybe I didn't, but you did." Trem folded her arms, the moment emphasizing the buckles and scale-like metallic pieces adorning her shirt. "Consider that your first lesson: your enemy is going to lie to you."

“Enemy?” Alpha asked, voice rumbling with displeasure. “I didn’t bring you in to be her enemy. I brought you here to be her trainer.”

“You didn’t bring me here at all,” Trem countered, not incorrectly. “You didn’t want me here and I came anyway. That means you don’t get to say yes or no about anything. The only one who can is her.”

They both looked your way. Alpha looked irritated and on-edge, but Trem spoke before he had a chance to sway your thinking.

“I heard what happened to you.” The way two of Trem’s fingers rose to tap at her own cheek made it clear that she was talking about your run-in with Doni Pender. “The same thing happened to me, but no one was around to stop it.”

Your heart dropped. You had known you had heard Alpha talk about Trem before, but you hadn’t been able to place her name. But you could now. Shortly after you had met him, Alpha had reported a too-flirtatious cadet to Trem, who he said took a personal interest in situations like that one. And like the one Pender had put you into. Suddenly, things made more sense - particularly, why Trem was so intent on teaching you herself.

Trem didn’t smile, but the lines of strain that had appeared on her face as she talked about her past faded slightly. “I heard you like asking questions. You can ask me one, but that’s it.”

“Is he dead?”

Alpha’s thick eyebrows flew up at the question, erasing the look of wry consternation that had crossed his face at the knowledge that Trem knew about your question and answer sessions during shared meals. He seemed almost… startled. Like he didn’t quite know what to make of your question.

Trem, in glaring contrast, didn’t hesitate for a moment. “Yes, he is, and by my hand. The Mandalorians who shut the place down made sure of it. They honored my pain by letting me take the revenge I chose… and I did. I’ve never looked back.”

The Weequay’s tone was satisfied, almost cheerful, but the thing that stood out the most to you was her casual use of the phrase ‘the place’. Those two words alone spoke of large-scale horror, a desperate situation, and unfathomable suffering. The fact that her voice had held no real inflection was somehow worse.

You didn’t want to ask for more information - would never ask her about it unless she initiated a conversation about the topic - but the little you knew was enough to prompt a firm nod from you. “Good.”

Even Trem looked surprised at that. When your expression didn’t buckle under her close scrutiny, she gave a short nod. “Alpha can’t bring himself to hit you, not even for training. I won’t have that problem. My goal is to make sure you can defend yourself. You may hate me by the end of this, but I can promise you’ll have the skills to kick some ass if it ever comes down to it. Can you live with those terms?”

“Yes, I can,” you agreed. “And thank you.”

“What was the first lesson?” Trem quizzed.

“Enemies will lie to me,” you parroted obediently.

“Very nice,” Trem congratulated. “And here is your second lesson: enemies will always try to catch you off guard.”

By that point, you had learned enough about Zackra Trem’s teaching style that you quickly prepared yourself to be caught off-guard, but there was only so much you could do with a half-second of warning.

To your utter shock, you managed to block the first hit she directed toward your face. It was a solid block for a solid hit, and catching it on your forearm made your hand tingle. You were a bit slower moving to block her second hit - that one directed toward the curve of your waist. It glanced off of the bone of your wrist. The resulting rush of feeling from those nerves made your racing mind pause for a half a moment - too long to react as quickly as you needed to.

Trem’s final hit connected solidly with your chest.

Unlike Pender’s hit, this one didn’t knock your head to the side or throw you violently off-balance. You stumbled back, but were able to catch yourself fairly easily - despite the way your leg protested.

At first, you thought you were fine, reflecting that it was an odd place to hit someone. You even tried to get back into a stance that would let you block any other strikes that Trem threw your way. But then your heart gave a belated stutter, like it had skipped a beat but in the most painful possible way. The time it took for your heart to beat again felt like it took an eternity - a terrifying, suffocating eternity.

When your heart beat again, it took up a pounding rhythm, beating like you had been sprinting for your life. You pressed a hand against your chest, gasping in an attempt to catch your breath once more.

So much of your attention had been focused inward that it felt like you hadn’t really been using your eyes. When you remembered to blink and refocused on what was in front of you, you found Trem looking knowingly satisfied. You dimly recognized that she had pulled her strength, landing the blow in a way that was far less devastating than it would have been. She had known exactly how far she could push the line and had gone up to the very edge. A tiny bit harder and she would have stopped your heart.

The understanding passed between you, your eyes locked with Trem’s, before your concentration was broken by a bellow.

As much as you were taken off-guard, Trem wasn’t phased for a moment. She turned and blocked Alpha’s punch like they had rehearsed it. She dodged the next, blocked the one after, then delivered a solid blow to his ribs, dodging another wild swing before they broke away from each other.

“You know this is the best way to teach her!” Trem told him unsteadily, her breathing having picked up from the effort of fighting him. “She needs to know how to handle it.”

“Not like this!” Alpha refused, voice rough.

“Yes, like this!” Trem insisted. “And you know it.”

Alpha’s head lowered, his brows furrowed over his eyes. His breath was coming in sharp pants. He shook his head once, twice… “I need to go.”

And then he left, shoving roughly out of the door. His elbow connected loudly against the door frame, the sound of the collision sharp even though he was only wearing his thin body glove rather than his armor.

When you had processed all of that, you looked over at Trem. “I’m sorry, I need to-”

Trem shook her head, stopping you from making your way out of the training room. “No, I’ll go. I need to settle things with him myself. Before I do, though, I need to know if you want to keep working with me. I’m not going to be nice or kind or soft, but I can teach you what you need to know.”

“I want that,” you agreed. “I want to know what I’m doing. I want Alpha to stop having to worry about me. And… I don’t ever want to feel helpless again.”

Trem did that almost-smile again, but it was paired with sadness in her eyes. “I can’t promise that - no one can. But we can make it a lot harder for anyone to catch you off-guard. Let me go handle things with Alpha. I’ll be in contact.”

And then you were alone.

Since you didn’t know when to expect Trem to be in contact, you stayed in the training area for a while. You practiced the moves Alpha had taught you, did some exercises for cardio strength and to keep building the muscles in your leg. When that was finished and you still hadn’t heard anything, you retreated to your own quarters to shower and clean up.

As you showered - listening intently for the sound of your comlink making noise - you couldn’t help but wonder how the conversation between Alpha and Trem was going. You didn’t think Trem would have gone there with the specific goal of fighting Alpha, but if those two tried to have a discussion about something as sensitive as training differences, there were good odds that things had devolved into a physical fight.

When the comlink finally rang, you were sitting on your bed and trying to catch up on some background reading for your report. You dove for the device, fumbling slightly as you accepted the transmission. “Hello? Hello?”

“Go to Alpha’s quarters,” Trem’s voice told you through the device’s tiny speaker. “You’re gonna want to see this.”

Your heart dropped, but you didn’t get the chance to respond - Trem had disconnected the call before you could even formulate a reply.

With your earlier concerns in mind, you retrieved a small first-aid kit from your bedside table before making your way to Alpha’s quarters as quickly as you could without breaking into a full run.

As Alpha’s door came into view, you reflected too late that you had never learned the code that would let you in. You could knock, but what if he was too badly injured to let you in? Then you got closer and realized that the door was open slightly. You didn’t quite know whether to think that was reassuring or concerning, but you didn’t give yourself too long to think about it, pushing through the door with the first-aid kit braced in front of yourself…

Only to stop short just inside of the door.

Alpha was lying on his bed, one arm thrown over his eyes. What you could see of his face was reddened, and his body was more slack than you had ever seen it. Alpha typically held himself with the bearing of a soldier, posture perfectly upright and always coiled for whatever could be thrown his way. Was he unconscious?

“Alpha!” you called, concern lacing your voice as you hurried across the room.

Alpha’s arm pulled slowly away from his face as you busily studied his body for injuries. After having found none, you raised your eyes to do the same to his face. His cheeks were reddened beneath his natural tan, but his eyes were bright and he didn’t look bruised.

“Neverd’ika,” he greeted warmly. “Hey.”

“Alpha,” you replied, furrowing your eyebrows as you continued your study with a more discerning eye. “Are you… drunk?”

“No,” he scoffed. “Trem brought tihaar, but I didn’t get batnor. I can outdrink that chakaar any day.”

“Mm-hmm,” you agreed mildly. For your own sake, you hoped he would ease back on the Mando’a. You got a lot from context clues, but you didn’t speak the language and this conversation would be a lot trickier if you didn’t understand half of it. “What did you two talk about over the… alcohol?”

“You,” he told you, filling you with warmth even as he patted the bed beside himself. “Sit down. You’re too far away.”

Obligingly, you sat down where he had indicated. You were roughly even with his waist, giving him a much better vantage point when he rolled onto his side and leaned up to rest his head on his hand.

“But everything is okay now?” you asked.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Alpha agreed. “I’ll let Trem keep training you. She said you were okay with that. It was always gonna be your choice, but I just… just need to make sure you’re safe.”

“Alpha, I’m safe, I promise.” You had relaxed a bit when Alpha told you everything was fine, but you tensed when the furrow reappeared between his eyebrows. Soothingly, you added, “Trem knows what she’s doing and she’s going to teach me. It’ll be fine. I’m fine.”

“You are now,” Alpha said, the furrow deepening as his gaze fell to your leg. “You weren’t before, though.”

“No, I wasn’t.” Part of you wondered if it would have been wiser to lie, but you respected Alpha too much to give him anything other than the truth. “But that’s in the past.”

“Doesn’t feel like it to me,” he confessed, jaw clenching. “When those clankers had you… I don’t think I’ve ever been more terrified. And then you got hurt and I was more terrified. I never want to see you in a situation like that again. I want you safe - need you to be safe, even if I’m not around to protect you anymore.”

You forced a laugh in a poor attempt to hide the way that sent a horrified chill through you. The idea of living without Alpha was one you didn’t want to spend too much time contemplating. “That isn’t an excuse to skip out on future fights. You need to stick around for all of them.”

“I’ll be there,” Alpha promised, sitting up so he could trace his fingers over your jaw and stare into your eyes, his own gaze dark and fathomless. “The only way I’m gonna die is for you, neverd’ika. I’ll be around as long as you need me.”

You felt your own expression crumple as you fought back tears at that simple, heartfelt, drunken vow. You felt exactly the same way, though you knew he probably wouldn’t like hearing that. You reached out, wrapping your arms around him in a hug that he responded to with eagerness, squeezing you so tightly that you could barely breathe.

He was so warm. You would never get used to that warmth, but it was nothing compared to the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat. You could feel it in every press of muscle around you and the way his breaths took on a beat of their own.

When Alpha leaned slowly back toward the bed, you happily rearranged yourself to stay aligned with him. When you were both lying flat, you were cradled in Alpha’s arms like you were the most precious thing he had ever held. He pressed a gentle kiss against your temple and smiled when you sighed in satisfaction.

He fell asleep only seconds later - you could tell by the way his alcohol-scented breath rustled past your head with increasing regularity, and the way he relaxed even further.

Just before you dropped off to sleep yourself, you wondered idly if you had any pain meds in your first-aid kit. Alpha would probably need them in the morning.

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Translations

Beroya aruetii - traitor bounty hunter

Di'kut - idiot

Neverd'ika - little civilian

Besom - mannerless person

Tihaar - strong clear alcohol

Batnor - drunk

Chakaar - petty criminal (general term of abuse)

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twinterrors29 · 2 years

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Alpha-17, watching a news broadcast from Keldabe: I want to be the Mand'alor

Cody:...don't you try to kill every politician you meet?

Alpha-17: yup :)

#star wars #the clone wars #alpha 17 #commander cody #mandalore #mand'alor #alpha can have a little politician murder #as a treat :)

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CHARACTER INSPIRATION // C H A L L E N G E

Rules: Write up a blurb or make a visual collage of the people or characters (from books, TV shows, movies, etc.) that inspired your OC, either visually, personality wise, or just a general vibe.

I was tagged by this by so many lovely pals -- @thelockwoodroyals, @wa-royal-tea AND @ourwillowcreekroyals !!! I only feel bad that it took me so long but I wanted it to be as perfect as it could be while taking time to fiddle with Photoshop more (thank you @royaldevilliers for answering my silly questions). Below the cut are the descriptions for the personality types and tropes for each of the main three kids of this next generation!

Not sure who’s done this yet, so if you see this and you want to do it, this is me telling you to do it!

CHARLOTTE:

The Protagonist: Protagonists are natural-born leaders, full of passion and charisma. Forming around two percent of the population, they are oftentimes our politicians, our coaches and our teachers, reaching out and inspiring others to achieve and to do good in the world. With a natural confidence that begets influence, Protagonists take a great deal of pride and joy in guiding others to work together to improve themselves and their community.

Spirited Young Lady: She is the girl who bends the rules just a little. Oh, she can dance a country dance or pour tea with the best of them, but she may also be a good walker or horseback rider. She may be the most intelligent girl in the story, and she is almost certainly the wittiest and the most outspoken, sometimes earning her the title of spitfire. She may be talented in more practical ways, as well: if given the opportunity, she may turn out to be a wise investor, and she may harbor talent for music, writing, or art that goes beyond drawing room entertainment and might become a means of financial independence if necessary. In rare cases, she may even solve a murder. Though she occasionally runs into some trouble, especially if she fails to obey the powers that be, she usually comes through in the end.

Deadpan Snarker: A character prone to gnomic, sarcastic, sometimes bitter, occasionally whimsical asides.The Deadpan Snarker exists to deflate pomposity, point out the unlikelihood of certain plans, and deliver funny lines. Typically the most cynical supporting character. In most cases, it is implied that the snarker would make a good leader, strategist, or consultant given their ability to instantly see the flaws in a constructed plan. More often than not, their innate snarkiness is the only thing preventing the other characters from comprehending this for themselves.

Politically Active Princess: The Politically Active Princess is a princess that takes active interest in and plays an active role in politics. Naive courtiers and commoners alike might view her only as a figurehead, but in truth, she discreetly uses her position and guile in order to achieve her ends. Skilled in diplomacy, she will usually attempt to solve conflicts via conversation or bargaining, rather than combat. Her defining trait is her involvement in politics or diplomatic matters, without letting herself serve only as a bargaining chip.

Inspired by: Mia Thermopolis (The Princess Diaries); Lorelai Gilmore (Gilmore Girls); Vex’ahlia (Critical Role); Jenny Lee (Call the Midwife)

PETER:

The Architect: It can be lonely at the top. As one of the rarest personality types – and one of the most capable – Architects (INTJs) know this all too well. Rational and quick-witted, Architects may struggle to find people who can keep up with their nonstop analysis of everything around them.

The Dog Bites Back: Unlike the Bastard Understudy and The Starscream, this character attacks as a crime of opportunity. There is no danger that he will take over the villain's place in the grand scheme of things. There is, however, a possibility that he will menace the others as a True Final Boss. The backstabber often ends up dead, but this is usually not Redemption Equals Death because their motive is not noble. Innocent victims who turn on the villain typically do it only for revenge, while evil victims prove that they were fine with all of the Big Bad's crimes except the one committed against them.

Middle Child Syndrome: Everyone loves the oldest child because the parents can rely on them, they watch out for their siblings, and they're so confidently attractive. The Youngest Child Wins because they're the "baby". But what does that leave the one in the middle? That's essentially the definition of Middle Child Syndrome, in which a child automatically may become The Unfavorite or the rebellious Black Sheep, specifically because they are the easiest child to overlook. They're not old enough to be given the responsibilities and privileges of the oldest, and the youngest child took their spot as the spoiled and doted-on "baby" of the family. This tends to be more of an issue when there are three children rather than four or more. Oftentimes in media, the middle child ends up becoming more of the Deadpan Snarker or the quirky one for this reason.

The Un-Favorite: Where there's an Alpha wolf, there's got to be a Beta. When there is a first banana, there is a second banana. This is the person in the family who can't get a break. For example, this is the child who's the big let-down to their parents, the daughter that was supposed to be a son (or vice-versa), the child the parents had by accident when they'd already decided they didn't need another mouth to feed, the adoptive, foster, or stepchild that came before the parents had a biological child, the illegitimate child conceived by infidelity on the part of one of the parents (if not even worse). But all in all, this is basically the kid who is always getting the short-end of the stick. In some extreme cases, this may cause Rich Sibling, Poor Sibling, especially if one sibling is forced into service to the other. A regular line that may be entailed with this is a variant of, "Honestly, [name], why can't you be more like [favorite's name]?"

Inspired by: Edith Crawley (Downton Abbey); Fiyero (Wicked: The Musical); Logan Huntzberger (Gilmore Girls); Rafael Solano (Jane the Virgin)

PEGGY:

The Mediator: Idealistic and empathetic, Mediators long for deep, soulful relationships, and they feel called to help others. But because this personality type makes up such a small portion of the population, Mediators may sometimes feel lonely or invisible, adrift in a world that doesn’t seem to appreciate the traits that make them unique.

The Baby of the Bunch: Being the youngest of your group typically comes with some perks and challenges. On one side you're probably the cutest, have a pass to act immature, people like taking care of you, and you can embrace your fun side, knowing that the elders are there to handle the serious stuff. And if there's anything you're naïve about, you have plenty of others to give you the realest unfiltered advice without the generational gap and detachment that your parents or the Old Master have. On the other end, sometimes people don't take you seriously. There you're kinda stuck because no matter how old you get, you'll always be "the baby" in their eyes.

Indifferent Beauty: A character who is attractive, aware of their effect on other people, but doesn't care or at least doesn't value their physical attractiveness over their other traits. Often, this character is a consummate professional who is well aware of the fact that they could use their "assets" to get what they want by other means, but feels that it would be unprofessional or beneath their dignity, and is instead focused on proving that they can compete purely on skill, often to the exclusion of romantic opportunities. While such characters are not averse to dressing in sexy outfits, they don't plan on relying on or even exploiting their sex appeal - but the camera will often do that for them. Other characters' indifference is not due to regarding relying on appearance to be beneath their dignity, but rather that they consider it to be unimportant.

Spoiled Sweet: The Spoiled Sweet character is a naive, spoiled, rich or comfortably upper-class or upper-middle-class girl, who has everything they could ever want, but instead of being mean, she is as nice as can be to everyone. While still spoiled, slightly naive, perhaps shallow, maybe even a bit selfish at times, when it comes right down to it, she is a loyal friend and doesn't use her money or popularity as an excuse to treat everyone like garbage — though the trope Rich in Dollars, Poor in Sense is in play, especially since a particularly common sticking point is that characters of this type often believe their friends and other loved ones deserve to live just as well as they do.

Inspired by: Rory Gilmore (Gilmore Girls); Beth March (Little Women); Pike Trickfoot (Critical Role); Peggy Schuyler (Hamilton: An American Musical)

#sim: princess charlotte #sim: prince peter #sim: princess margaret

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sanjuno · 3 years

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You're doing NaNo?! Can you tell us anything about what you'll be doing???

SPOILERS FOR SANJUNO’S NANO 2020 PROJECT

No Evil Abolishing Resentment System

Transmigrator!Madara meets Reincarnator!Tobirama (… 55 times in a row.)

For NaNoWriMo 2020 – How Many AUs Can I Fit In One Fic?

· 0 Tails Interlude

o Meet Sanzan-han

o Introduction to System driven Quick-Transmigration isekai plot

o “The seeds of evil are as follows, to hear of evil and take no action against it, to see evil and take no action against it, to speak of evil and take no action against it.”

o “To do nothing in the face of evil is not a neutral act.”

o “The only thing required for evil to flourish is for good people to do nothing.”

· 1st World:

o Crystal Nuclei Zombie Apocalypse with Ability Users and levelling up AU

o Politician!Madara ended up being shoved into a zombie tide by people who thought he was too strong/disliked him before the apocalypse

o Scientist!Tobirama really regrets not preventing that when Zombie Emperor Madara breaks through the city walls and kills everyone in Konoha Base

o Reborn!Tobirama is determined to complete the vaccine he was working on in his first life – also keep Madara alive so he can’t become a super zombie

§ Tobirama would like to say he is surprised by Madara’s competency in zombie annihilation but he remembers how terrifying Zombie King Madara was so he really isn’t shocked that Empowered Human Madara is just as much the living embodiment of Nightmare Fuel

o Madara as evolved Zombie catnip with a mouthy pet fish

§ Madara is absolutely disgusted by the Z-poc Virus undead they are gross, rotting, and go squelchwhen he hits them.

§ Some zombie bits get stuck in Madara’s hair. He has a screaming tantrum and promptly sets the entire horde on fire.

§ Pro-tip: Career politicians should avoid indulging in a crying fit over getting their precious beautiful hair dirty during a fight if they want to be taken seriously by their military escort even if they areso hilariously OP they can indulge in whiny hysterics and not die horribly as a result

o The Zombies are Zetsu

o Oh look Madara’s blood has the key component to creating the zombie vaccine who would have thought

o There is so much angry sex for stress relief, just… so much

· 1 Tail Interlude

o Madara is pissed off that he accidently ended up in a relationship with Tobirama

o Madara wants a refund on this System

o Sanzan-han explains the fine print of “No Evils Abolishing Resentment System” – the Target must have resentment both towards Madara and from Madara

o Madara’s first world was intended to lock his target

o Switching targets will result in a full reset of his karma to level 1 – no cheating by using his previous incarnations accumulated points to get a head start any more

o Madara’s only other valid targets approaching Tobirama’s stats were Hashirama and Mito

o Madara could target someone else but without the heavy accumulation of karma like the Senju-Uchiha bloodfeud situation it would take thousands of lifetimes to accrue 10 tails

o Madara is so mad ^_^

· 2nd World

o Japanese Classic Fable AU

o Crane Wife!Madara being Tsundere with his husband

o Madara is accused of theft and Scholar!Tobirama is convinced to spy on his wife’s weaving

o Madara gets caught ripping out feathers to weave into silks that are sold to pay for Tobirama’s exams

o Madara flies away and is shot down by hunters

o Reborn!Tobirama who is more than a little obsessed with making sure his wife doesn’t have a reason to fly off again

o Madara doesn’t really understand why Tobirama is trying to prevent him from doing anything productive this is weird

o Zetsu is a corrupted monk trying to capture Madara for his feathers/demon core

· 3rd World

o Galactic Empire Mecha Pilots with psychic powers and enhanced bodies versus the Zerg Horde

o Arranged Marriages for the noble class occur based on genetic advantages rather than affection

o Ace Pilot/Mecha Engineer!Tobirama pays less than zero attention to his nominal spouse and heir in favour of developing weapons to fight against the Zerg

o SSS Ace Pilot!Madara resigned to being ignored by spouse, makes friends with in-laws for sheer spite

o Madara framed for sabotage – dies holding off a Zerg swarm

o Science child!Kagami killed by kidnappers

o Reborn!Tobirama pays better attention to his spouse and child while fighting to end the Zerg threat

o The Zerg are Zetsu

o Madara rolls his eyes and sets the Zerg Queen (Kaguya) on fire – Tobirama confused and aroused by his spouse

· 2 Tails Interlude

o Madara wants to know if he’s going to be required to save the world every single time he’s due to earn a new tail

o Sanzan-han: Sources say “probably”

o Madara would question the heavy-handed implication that Zetsu was just using him but he’s still super pissed off about being trapped in a cave for 50 years and then possessed by a demon goddess thing so he’s more than willing the blame Zetsu for all the horrible things that happened

· 4th World

o Japanese Mythical Creature AU

o Kitsune!Madara saves the life of War General/Prince!Tobirama from Yin poisoning

o There’s a snowstorm and Madara has to warm Tobirama up

o Madara is a Calamitous Beauty and killed by cultists who wanted his demon core

o Reborn!Tobirama is doing his best to take responsibility

o Zetsu is the cultists who poisoned Tobirama and killed Madara

o Madara is super pissed off but the shrine and the garden Tobirama builds for him are really nice so maybe he won’t claw the pasty bastard’s face off

· 5th World

o Super Heroes and Villains in a Megamind AU

o Pyromaniacal Villain!Madara “Moon Eye” is obviously an alien and the arch nemesis of the city’s most beloved Hero, Treeman

o Aquatic Hero “Flying Thunder”!Tobirama’s civilian-marine biologist ID keeps getting kidnapped

o Reborn!Tobirama needs to keep Madara sane and honestly that’s easier than it sounds because Madara gets adorably flustered when given sincere compliments and is hilariously easy to distract with questions about his obviously-also-alien pet fish

o #I accidently started dating my brother’s arch nemesis #what do I do? #waiting online for answers

o Sanzan-han is Minion and really likes the exo-suit

o Zetsu is an evil shadow organization trying to take control of the heroes for world domination reasons

o Madara has an invisible Susanoo and as ridiculous as this world can be he’s having fun in it

o “PRESENTATION!”

· 6th World

o Immortal Cultivators AU

o Borderline-demonic/Unorthodox Sect Leader!Madara is getting chased around by Righteous Sect Inner Disciple!Tobirama because Madara keeps nabbing all the good secret treasures that Tobirama needs to prevent the demon realm from breaking free and invading

o Reborn!Tobirama realizes in hindsight that Original Goods!Madara was also trying to prevent the Demon Realm invasion because the Righteous Sects didn’t listen to his initial warnings

o Tobirama eventually pins Madara down as his Dao companion to get access to the booty loot Madara has collected/protect Madara from being targeted by unscrupulous treasure hunters

o The demons/demonic spirits are Zetsu

o Madara is playing whack-a-Zetsu and doesn’t have time for Tobirama’s nonsense

· 3 Tails Interlude

o Sanzan-han praises Madara for his top-notch seduction skillz

o Madara is So Done with this stupid godsdamned fish

o Sanzan-han mentions but doesn’t explain that the accumulation of “affection points” will start having a notable effect on Tobirama soon – so gambatte, Mada-sama!

o Madara tries to ignore the constant hooking up in favour of plotting new ways to kill Zetsu – seeing as the creature is the only thing he can kill in the Other-Worlds without losing the “ExP” that will allow his return home

· 7th World

o Geode Betting Modern AU

o Carver!Madara is a picky spoiled artiste who got blamed for ruining Tobirama’s family

o Reborn-with-Treasure-Senses Appraiser!Tobirama is determined to “get revenge in advance” on Madara only to realize what a dork Madara is

o Tobirama frantically backs off on his face-slapping plot only to overcompensate his way into dating a crazy artist

o #oops

o Zetsu are the yakuza involved in rigging the Geode betting

o Madara is confused by the lack of open warfare but thinks this is a nice vacation

· 8th World

o Greek Monsters AU

o Gorgon!Madara has the strongest stone-gaze in History

o Heroic Demigod!Tobirama arrives to take off Madara’s head for prophecy reasons

o Tobirama’s Quest ends in tragedy – turns out ghosts/guardians of the Underworld don’t turn to stone so Tobirama can’t bring his little brothers out using Madara’s decapitated head

o Madara is hiding from Reborn!Tobirama because he wants to keep in head on his neck, fuckdammit and accidently interrupts the murder of Kawarama and Itama via even more accidental kidnapping

o Tobirama just wants to apologize for overreacting to a very ambiguously worded prophecy that he self-fulfilled – Tobirama is really, really very sorry, really – also wtf give him back his baby brothers

o Zetsu is the Oracle of Kaguya who killed Tobirama’s little brothers and wanted Tobirama/Madara cursed/dead

· 9th World

o Sentinels and Guides are Known AU

o SSS Guide!Madara is 100% going to cut a bitch if these special fucking snowflake godsdamned Sentinels don’t piss off and leave him alone

o 6-sense Alpha Sentinel Prime!Tobirama does not want a Guide who will only slow him down with their coddling nature

o Tobirama rejects Madara/doesn’t acknowledge their nascent connection

o Reborn!Tobirama wakes up out of a zone – wakes up after pulling the Guide he recognized far too late as his own out of the depths of the bay – and promptly terrifies his entire family by going hyper-focused and borderline feral as he takes off to hunt down his Guide

o Tobirama’s Guide – his Guide who is still alive – still alive and not drowned

o Reborn!Tobirama has some lingering trauma to work through btw

o Madara terrifies so many people when he starts inducing hallucinations as a defense mechanism

o Zetsu are dark Sentinel cult masquerading as a shady government organization

· 10th World

o Classic D&D AU

o Harpy Queen!Madara is being plotted against

o Necromancer!Tobirama regrets killing Madara and keeping his soul in a jar when he finds out the truth

o Tobirama let’s Izuna “mete justice” – protip: Uchiha Harpies are actually Furies

o Reborn!Tobirama decides he quite enjoys being Madara’s concubine

o Madara lays an egg

o The Demon Gods trying to break loose and destroy all life get kicked back into the Underworld – insert Zetsu smiting here

o Hashirama is traumatized by his little brother’s loincloth

· 4 Tails Interlude

o Madara throws an epic tantrum over the egg-laying thing

o Sanzan-han doesn’t understand his deal but obligingly flees screaming in terror anyway

· 11th World

o Imperial Court AU

o Fire Priest!Madara is given as a “bride” to Imperial Prince Tobirama to remove Tobirama from the line of succession

o Tobirama considered a “holy child” by the Fire devotees due to his red eyes

o Tobirama realizes too late that his opinion of his “wife” was manipulated so that he wouldn’t be able to gather his full strength to compete with his enemies

o Reborn!Tobirama has goals to 1. Be gay, and; 2. Commit Treason

o Zetsu as the scheming Minister who is actually the bastard child of Empress Dowager Kaguya

o Madara turns the court upside down and shakes because he’s bored and vindictive

· 12th World

o Beastmen in Space AU

o The Tribes are even more stupidly competitive than shinobi Clans but have more space (lol) to spread out so they aren’t at full war with each other

o Snow Leopard!Madara has a female beast form as most Uchiha males do – Uchiha females tend to have male Beast Forms

o Uchiha Do Not switch forms in Public/on the Battlefield and also the Uchiha don’t gender the way the other Tribes do

o White Tiger!Tobirama only discovers this after the Uchiha are destroyed by hostile invasion of Borg-type enemies

o Zetsu are the Borg knockoffs

o Reborn!Tobirama starts courting Madara because rowr and peace happens because kittens – yay!

o Madara uses his carving skills to create power stones that allow High Level Beasts to control themselves

· 13th World

o Castlevania-esque Vampire AU

o Vampires and Humans share a world but live in different realities thanks to magic sub-dimensions

o Vampire Prince!Madara is lazy and hedonistic

o Vampire Prince!Tobirama is disdainful of Madara’s magpie brain

o Zetsu is the Religious extremist Vampire cult that realizes that Madara is the key to tearing down the veil and bleeds him dry to shatter the barrier separating the worlds and free the first vampire Kaguya

o Reborn!Tobirama absolutely refuses to allow the Veil to get torn down again so he gets stupidly “devoted and jealous” over his previously despised betrothed

o Madara is rather offended that the blood drinking is sexy and also that Tobirama is a tasty snack

· 14th World

o Merfolk AU

o Devil Firefish Mer!Madara always knew that the merfolk from the deeper waters would only visit the Volcanic Reef to mate and leave, especially the sharks – but he had still wanted to hope for something more…

o Great White Mer!Tobirama only ever left the Kelp Forest to guard his more hormone driven kin when the pod headed to shallower waters to spawn and let the fry gather strength in the protection of the cove before heading back home

o Tangling with the pretty, poisonous leader of the Uchiha pod was a mistake that could be entirely blamed on his brother’s tendency to overindulge in urchin-spines and share his vices with every mer in the vicinity

o Someone (see: Zetsu) fucks up and pisses off the Ocean

o Seaquakes and the resulting tsunami’s drive all the mer to the deepest-water cities to wait out the disasters

o Madara gets eaten by a giant kraken while defending the fry – Tobirama arrives just in time to see Madara and their son get torn in half

o Reborn!Tobirama courts Madara properly and the Uchiha pod moves into the sea-caves because the coral as too fragile for Tobirama’s peace of mind

o Zetsu are creepy seaweed/anglerfish things

· 15th World

o Virtual Reality Game AU

o Code-writer!Tobirama develops Kenjutsu Mania Online in an attempt to revive his comatose little brothers

o Overworked Detective!Madara gets suckered into the VR game with his little brothers

o Crazy Person (Kaguya) traps all the players in a death game – as you do

o Tobirama gets exposed as a game designer and PK’d

o Reborn!Tobirama parties with Madara and gets married for the ExP bonus

o Zetsu are a computer virus AI like Agent Smith

o Madara uses IRL weapon skills to break the game and his character build before he smashes the Crazy Person open like an overripe melon

o All the little brothers wake up

· 5 Tails Interlude

o Sanzan-han is very proud! Mada-sama is halfway there!

o Madara is throwing a huge fit over giving birth in 2 out of 5 worlds

o But Mada-sama, the massive amount of affection points!

o Fuck your affection points!

o That’s the spirit, Mada-sama!

· 16th World

o Modern Wizards AU

o Dragon Keeper!Madara trips over poachers/dark wizards who kidnapped Ancient Runes Master!Tobirama for evil-ritual-sacrifice purposes

o They accidently end up in a Marriage Bond

o Tobirama suspects Madara of being a Dark Wizard

o Madara is framed and executed – only for the real culprit to be exposed a few months later

o The real culprit is Kaguya and Zetsu natch

o Tobirama explodes a Time Turner

o Reborn!Tobirama drags his new spouse Dark Wizard hunting

o Couple Therapy for dumb Wizards go

· 17th World

o ID Porn in a Miraculous AU

o Masked Hero Phoenix is consistently pursued and wooed by his partner in crime fighting, Dragon

o PoliSci TA!Madara has a raging brain crush on Bio-Chem Doctorate Student!Tobirama

o An ill-advised insult/rejection causes Phoenix to darken and self-destruct

o A grief-stricken Dragon “teleports” his mind back in time

o Madara is so confused by Tobirama and his new stalker tendencies

o Kaguya is RabbitMoth and Zetsu are the Akuma

· 18th World

o Really Cheap Silmarillion Knockoff AU

o Spell-Singer!Madara is driven mad by an Oath that was forced on him by a Messenger done Dark

o Kaguya as the evil god and Zetsu as her evil Messenger

o Forger!Tobirama doesn’t pay attention to extenuating circumstances until it’s too late and the bodies are buried

o The World goes to shit for 3 ages because Tobirama’s shinies are the shiniest

o Reborn!Tobirama devotes himself to fucking over Zetsu’s evil schemes and making pretty baubles for Madara

o The fact that Madara’s new hairpin can level a mountain range is incidental and has nothing to do with Tobirama’s paranoia

o An ancient mystery re. parentage is solved when Madara sings Kagami into being right on schedule – Tobirama is delighted to assist this time

· 19th World

o Steampunk AU a la FF flavour

o Enemy Nation!Madara is the Prince/General who goes crazy due to infection from alien viral lifeform

o HoL Companion!Tobirama as a Prince of the protag Nation who are prophesized to save the world from Calamity

o World goes to shit

o Zetsu is the Scourge and Kaguya is Jenova/the Accursed

o Tobirama is too impatient to wait out the “time-skip”

o Reborn!Tobirama sneaks into the enemy stronghold – finds pre-infection!Madara imprisoned with tiny clone-child Kagami and steals them both

o Cue roadtrip shenanigans as both sides try to track them down

o Madara gets to one-man-army the forces of evil – Tobirama is very impressed

· 20th World

o Demon Hunter AU

o Incubus!Madara has a “food allergy” and has been stuck at the physical age of 13 being fed energy by his family members for the last 200 years

o Functionally Ace Demon Hunter!Tobirama pegs Madara for a sex demon on sight because the lust whammy is legit the most distracting thing to ever happen to him and that incubus looks like a child ew

o Tobirama sets a trap for Madara and is mean about it because he doesn’t appreciate the second-hand bad-touch feelings – trigger warning: allusions to non-con gangbang

o Madara kills the “bait” and Tobirama bursts into the room

o Tobirama sees adult!Madara in the aftermath of the carnage and is horrified to recognize his soulmate

o Madara proceeds to vomit blood and dies at Tobirama’s feet – the allergy is no joke

o Tobirama learns about Madara’s “allergy” from revenge rampage Izuna – recognizes that Izuna is Touka’s soulmate and doesn’t fight back

o Tobirama regrets so hard he magics his soul back in time to the day he first saw Madara

o The most awkward dating adventure begins

o Zetsu are the actually evil demons who eat people for real – and not in the fun way Uchiha do

· 21st World

o Gods AU

o Ocean Kami!Tobirama realizes too late that he loved Volcano!Kami Madara and was unable to rescue him from the Underworld – that trick never works

o Reborn!Tobirama starts bringing Madara tributes, averts the Twilight of the Gods via shameless debauchery, and accidently builds a tropical island honeymoon palace to spoil Madara in

o Zetsu are the evil servants of the “god-eating Titan�� Kaguya

· 6 Tails Interlude

o Lots of Madara screaming about how the Powers That Be are far too fucking obsessed with seeing Madara get railed

o Sanzan-han goes no-duh, most lifeforms devote about 99% of their spare life energy towards reproductive efforts

o Madara is very grumpy about being a SSS Class Ninja Nightmare reduced to pillow-book wish-fulfillment fantasy fodder

· 22nd World

o Noodle Dragon AU

o Dragon King of the Northern Ocean!Tobirama and Quetzalcoatl!Madara courting shenanigans

o OTL!Tobirama fucked up and led Hunters (Zetsu) to OTL!Madara’s nest and they stole his heart for black magic doomsday ritual

o Madara ended up a stone statue curled around the shattered remains of his first egg

o Reborn!Tobirama is determined to be a properly attentive mate

o Madara is resigned to laying eggs again

· 23rd World

o GoT-knockoff Medieval AU

o Madara gets burned at the stake as a witch, doesn’t die, and then gets torn apart by a terrified mob

o Northern Lord!Tobirama realizes that he done fucked up and needs Madara to beat the evil ice zombies

o Reborn!Tobirama starts wooing an extremely cranky pyro-prince while trying to give the Uchiha Crown Prince more positive PR with the peasantry to avoid another riot

o Zetsu are the Others, Kaguya as the Night Queen

· 24th World

o ‘Taur AU – Tribal Setting

o Leopard-Taur!Madara lives high up in the Mountains

o Tiger-Taur!Tobirama is poisoned and delirious during a fated encounter – he doesn’t learn what happened or who saved him until after both prides are mostly destroyed

o Reborn!Tobirama manages to avoid delirium induced amnesia and starts stalking Madara with the intent to make love not war

o Zetsu are corrupted from using radioactive/poisonous Power Stones to boost strength, Kaguya is actually parasite queen

· 25th World

o Exorcists and Ghosts AU

o Cursed Ghost!Madara lingers in the courtyard he called home while he was alive

o Kagami wanders in during the ghost hour and Madara shoves him into a cabinet to protect him

o Exorcist!Tobirama finds out that Madara was still protecting Kagami from the devil spirits – not haunting him – only after the devils grow stronger and get free after ghost!Madara is destroyed

o Reborn!Tobirama needs to figure out a way to woo his past incarnation’s very justifiably angry murdered consort before Madara denies Tobirama visitation rights

o Zetsu are devil spirits who cursed Madara to death, Kaguya wants to consume Kagami for power

· 26th World

o Midsummer Night’s Dream AU

o Fairy Prince!Tobirama gets dosed with love potion

o Meets Dark Forest King!Madara

o Falls in potion induced love – which gets Tobirama invested enough to forget his previous prejudices and fall in True Love

o Then Madara dies

o Reborn!Tobirama is now immune to Love Potions because he is in True Love with Madara – fuck you, cheating bastard traitors to the Fairy Crown

o Tobirama runs off into the Dark Forest to snag himself a Goblin King (and break Hashirama out of Love Potion induced insanity, natch)

o Zetsu as the dirtbag fiancée, Kaguya as the dark fairy trying to take over both kingdoms

· 27th World

o Naga AU

o Banded Sea Kriat!Tobirama tangles with in-heat Black Hooded Tiger Snake!Madara and doesn’t realize until later that the whole situation was a bloodmage trap

o Zetsu are the bloodmages

o Tobirama finds Madara’s still bleeding skinned body a few weeks after they tangle – manages to get Madara’s skin and their still-curing egg back from the hunting team

o Tobirama tries to save their egg and fails – it was taken from Madara too soon

o Tobirama hunts down the bloodmage and dies in killing them

o Reborn!Tobirama gives Madara proper aftercare – notes the bloody wound from the unwanted heat inducing potion – and hauls Madara back to his den for proper nesting

· 28th World

o Magical Knight AU

o Storm Knight!Tobirama damages Evil General!Madara’s control seal during the battle of the week

o Tobirama then runs into amnesiac in civilian ID Madara after the fight and goes on a date

o Tobirama still end up killing Madara when the brainwashing is reapplied – prolonged death scene reveals that Madara was mind-controlled not committing betrayal

o Reborn!Tobirama puts significantly more effort into ensuring that the control seal is completely removed from “General Indra”

o Madara helps defeat the Ancient Evil while wearing leather booty shorts

o Kaguya as Mettalia, Zetsu as the Youma

· 7 Tails Interlude

o Forget about the indignity of being Tobirama’s go-to baby incubator – Madara is absolutely flipping his shit over the booty shorts

o Sanzan-han thought they were quite flattering on you, Mada-sama!

· 29th World

o Blood Magic AU

o Demon Lord!Madara gets honeytrapped by Blood Mage!Tobirama and stabbed from behind by Hashirama

o Tobirama turns Madara’s body into a scrying gem to steal his powers and secrets

o Snooping through Madara’s memories of their courtship lets Tobirama discover that Madara’s “evil plot” was a baby Kagami now cold in his cradle

o Reborn!Tobirama is doing everything in his power to keep his family from finding out about Madara because the Senju’s whole “thing” is demon hunting and stealing their magic

o Kaguya as the creepy Ancestor of the Senju clan who started the demon killing habit, Zetsu as the twisted remains of Senju elders who cursed themselves due to magic addiction

· 30th World

o Phantom Thief AU

o Kaito!Tobirama has to watch as his dear Detective!Madara gets gunned down by the Black Organization

o Reborn!Tobirama first tries to send Madara away for his own safety – has a control freak panic attack when he can’t see Madara

o Tobirama proceeds to go full disclosure overcompensation trying to keep Madara safe

o Madara is a Sigh and steals all nine bijuu tama while Tobirama is sorting himself out

o … Tobirama would like to know when his dear Detective learned to pick locks but before that there is a very serious problem that has arisen in Tobirama’s pants that needs to be dealt with because that was the smoothest heist Tobirama has ever borne witness to holy shit

o Zetsu as the Black Organization looking for the magic gem Kaguya

· 31st World

o Transformers AU

o Decepticon!Madara is Sunspot and Autobot!Tobirama is Whitespace

o The Great War happens – Kaguya-as-Unicron wakes up and eats most of the planet and population

o “That’s no moon.”

o Whitespace yeets his spark back in time and attempts to if not stop then at least delay the start of the Great War

o Reborn!Whitespace ends up pair-bonding with Sunspot to rob the Decepticons of their Air Commander

o A 3rd faction forms separate from the High Council versus Violent Terrorist Extremists options

· 32nd World

o Beauty and the Beast meets Hanahaki Tragedy AU

o Imprisoned Guest!Tobirama heads home for The Visit and stays away too long – not longer than he promised, but Beast!Madara was days away from suffocation

o Tobirama comes back to a silent castle and finds Madara on his bed surrounded by blood and the flowers that had burst out from under his skin

o Reborn!Tobirama is determined to break the curse – Madara is just really tired and in pain

o What kind of fucking sadist curses a kid with roses growing inside their body – Madara was 13 when this shit started and his body knows it

o True Loves Kiss ensues (and also Itama and Kawarama beat the shit out of Zetsu for cursing their new brother in law)

· 33rd World

o ABO ElfQuest-ish AU

o Alpha!Tobirama thinks he was tricked into marriage hunting Omega!Madara as part of a plot against the Senju Kingdom – everyone knows that you can’t trust Dark Elves

o Tobirama finds out too late that there are evil forces on the loose that only the Uchiha are aware of – that’s why the Dark Elves are called Dark Elves, because they hunt evil in the dark

o Madara is caught and left mutilated for Tobirama to come across just as he made up his mind to treat his mate better

o Reborn!Tobirama misses his cue from the original setup – but he still finds Madara hiding in a waterfall cave because fuck no, no more fucking fucking

o Spoiler: Madara gets fucked good and hard

o Tobirama and Madara go demon hunting together

o Zetsu are the Madkin demons created by Kaguya’s twisted flesh-shaping

· 34th World

o Wonderland AU

o Evil Dictatorship ruling family Uchiha Clan are actually held captive by their Palace – it’s a seal keeping a demon asleep and powered by the Uchiha who live inside the castle – the Uchiha don’t actually do much ruling, the Council of Elders is where the majority of the corruption is

o Revolutionary!Tobirama kidnaps Crown Prince of Hearts!Madara during the siege to “free” Wonderland which lets the demon loose so Tobirama is forced to marry Madara and have kids quick due to being responsible for the plan that killed off 99% of the Uchiha

o Also people born with red eyes get married to the Uchiha in the Kingdom of Hearts – those with red eyes have hearts that cannot be fooled or controlled (meaning they’re able to see through the demon’s tricks)

o Reborn!Tobirama has just enough time to alter his plan for the attack on the Palace of Hearts – then he walks in on the turncoat guards who gave the Revolution entry to the Palace making comments about sexually assaulting Madara

o Tobirama bursts in before Madara can break their skulls and “saves” his future husband

o Most of the Uchiha survive this time – only the Elders get killed

o Tobirama marries Madara again and gets to work on revamping the bad laws

o Zetsu is the Jabberwocky

· 35th World

o Werewolf Fighting Ring AU

o Alpha Werewolf!Tobirama was unwillingly mated to Alpha Werewolf!Madara when he was caught and held prisoner by slave traffickers

o Tobirama rejects Madara once they’re free of the arena but makes sure to “payback” Madara for his “humiliation” first

o Madara had been given heat drugs the entire time and didn’t remember what Tobirama resented him for

o Madara ends up dying from mate-loss

o Tobirama is focused on bringing down the slavery ring and doesn’t know Madara died – until Hashirama sends him a letter about how his mate “didn’t make it through the birth” and asking him to get back for the funeral

o Tobirama finally slows down – reads the file on Madara he has been ignoring since he found it – and breaks

o Reborn!Tobirama is focused on treating Madara as a proper mate while also getting revenge on the Slavers

o Madara is going to rip out so many throats out over being pregnant again

o Zetsu as the warlocks running the slave rings to feed Kaguya power

· 36th World

o Star Wars AU

o By-the-Code Jedi!Tobirama tends to bisect all the “darksiders” he runs into – kills Izuna during a mission

o Madara does full dark-side rage and Empress Kaguya takes over

o Zetsu as the Darkside clone army

o Reborn!Tobirama is a lot less saber-happy and has learned that the Uchiha are not dark – more wild/grey

o Ends up Force Bonded to Madara to bring Balance

· 8 Tails Interlude

o Madara has a screaming breakdown to the tune of “why fucking Tobirama?!?!?!”

o Sanzan-han is like “He resented you the most? Duh? No Evil Abolishing Resentment System?”

o Madara tries his best to fry the stupid gods-be-damned-twice fish

· 37th World

o Sex Slave Soulmate AU

o War-Mage!Tobirama uses borderline-forbidden magic to make Kagami – shatters his soulmate link to do so, which is what makes the magic unpopular but not illegal as nobody is actually “harmed” by the spell

o Note: Kagami is now the living embodiment of the link

o Kagami finds Courtesan!Madara in a high-end brothel that is a front for nobles to buy magically bound sex-slaves – this is actually super forbidden magic, btw

o Tobirama saves Madara and the other enslaved thralls while rescuing Kagami

o Madara had enough magic to fight against the enchantment and managed to get Kagami out of the brothel – that’s how Tobirama knew where to attack

o No follow through after the rescue – Madara and the others are left under the enslavement seals

o Madara ends up assaulted/dead/silenced by the nobles who used to patronize the brothel and slave market

o Reborn!Tobirama moves faster and has already figured out how to break the enslavement curse – gets to the brothel before Madara manages to get Kagami out again

o Mexican standoff ensues – Tobirama rescues his soulmate and kid

o Madara gets freed from the curse

o Courting ensues when their soulmark repairs when they touch after the curse is broken

o Kaguya as the evil mage who was using the brothels as a power source, Zetsu as her simulacrum servants

· 38th World

o Mythos AU

o Dragon!Tobirama is married to Phoenix!Madara and resents it

o Madara has bad PR and Tobirama listens to rumours so he ignores Madara as much as he can

o Civil War erupts – Madara hides Kagami when their Palace is attacked and is a distraction

o Tobirama finds his spouse ritually violated to steal his “fire”

o Reborn!Tobirama is a much more enthusiastic spouse and realizes that Madara is a fluffy sap

o Zetsu as the invading horde of magic thieves

· 39th World

o Angels AU

o Angel!Tobirama is “tempted” by Fallen!Madara

o Tobirama kills Madara and kicks off a new War In Heaven

o Regret hits when Tobirama finds Kagami’s body after Danzo kills him… in an exact mirror of how Tobirama tricked Madara

o Reborn!Tobirama decides to “prove” that Madara is “evil” before killing him this time to keep the War from happening again

o Tobirama gets his nose rubbed in Madara’s ability to love his family

o Zetsu as actual demons who are trying to kill off both Angels and Fallen

· 40th World

o Fae Marriage Hunt AU

o Winter Fae!Tobirama was a petty bastard and resisted his betrothal to the point a Marriage Hunt was the only option

o Skinchanger!Madara wins the Hunt

o The peace between the High Court and the Wild Hunt collapses after Madara is killed during a diplomatic meeting

o Reborn!Tobirama decides to play along/use his “marriage” to make the peace permanent

o Tobirama gets his misconceptions challenged when Madara rides his cooperative “willing” bride into the ground

o Kaguya as an evil Fairy Queen with Zetsu as her Greymalkin

· 41st World

o The Mummy AU

o Archeologist!Tobirama accidently triggers mummy!Madara’s awakening and the crazy demon cultists take advantage

o Madara lets Tobirama kill him rather than let the cultists sacrifice Tobirama

o Tobirama gets an info dump on Madara’s trauma

o Reborn!Tobirama uses the evil cult to resurrect Madara properly and woos the ancient shogun like a boss

o Kaguya as even more ancient evil Mummy and Zetsu as obsessed cultists

· 42nd World

o Labyrinth AU

o Adventurer!Tobirama keeps meeting a mysterious “king” in his dreams – King of the Labyrinth!Madara keeps a veil over his head and his hands covered by extra-long fluttery sleeves

o Tobirama has to beat the Labyrinth to rescue his little brothers

o Paranoid Tobirama gets tricked into betraying Madara by goblin Zetsu – the Labyrinth collapses

o Tobirama’s little brothers are killed along with all the other kidnapped children – the energy from their deaths and the destruction of the Labyrinth is used to fuel the resurrection of a Demon God Kaguya

o Tobirama dies taking his revenge after learning the full story

o Reborn!Tobirama is much more willing to “dance” with Madara now that he knows Madara is as much or more a prisoner than the stolen children

o Madara was used as a lure – his fingers bound in wire and his eyes sewn shut – but they miscalculated because Madara was still the King and wouldn’t let anyone who can’t complete his Labyrinth reach the children

o Tobirama completes the Labyrinth… after he frees Madara

o Yay romantic dance sequences

· 43rd World

o Four Kings AU

o Byakko!Tobirama gets trapped in a blood-and-wine seal

o Suzaku!Madara runs afoul of Tobirama’s enemies, kills them all in a rage, and trips into Tobirama’s trap with him

o Violent coitus ensues

o Madara breaks the seal once the trap’s power has been exhausted and runs away

o Tobirama wakes up with a blank memory as a result of the seal

o Madara lays an egg – Kagami hatches

o Zetsu as Minions of the God-Eater Kaguya catch Madara while he’s weak and sacrifice him thinking he still contains the combined essence of Byakko and Suzaku

o Hey but actually Madara’s power was at a low ebb because he spent it all on Kagami so no resurrections for you, stupid doomsday cult

o Tobirama rescues Kagami – baby bird begs the tiger to save his mama – is too late

o Reborn!Tobirama gets to watch his past!self deflower the avatar of Suzaku and oh shit that means Kagami is my son? Tobirama is a scream

o Time to gather the Four Kings and destroy a Demon Cult! Mito is Seiryuu and Hashirama is Genbu.

· 44th World

o Warprize Ger AU

o Imperial Prince!Tobirama is given as a consort to Ger Emperor Madara as part of a Senju plot

o Tobirama is unaware that his attendants are using him to poison Madara but is super pissed at his father for giving him away as a treaty gift

o Madara dies birthing Kagami but reveals to Tobirama that he was glad to marry him – Kagami is worth it and Tobirama was the only man to ever give Madara flowers

o Kagami learns that it was a Senju plot that killed his mother and hates Tobirama for his part in it

o War erupts between the Uchiha Empire and the Senju Kingdom again and destroys both countries

o Reborn!Tobirama decides to overturn all his father’s plan and dotes on his Imperial Spouse – so manyflowers are given

o Madara is an amazing Emperor and newly crowned Emperor Hashirama is super thrilled to have such peaceful relations with his neighbour thanks to Tobirama’s beautiful love story

· 45th World

o Buddy-cop StarTrek Federation AU

o Senju-With-Tentacles, Psychic!Uchiha-With-Horns

o PHEREMONE MARKERS~!!

o Zetsu are the Borg

o Kagami is a Tube Baby

· 9 Tails Interlude

o Madara is freaking the fuck out the last set of worlds were uniquely traumatizing – especially the Labyrinth one

· 46th World

o Loveless AU

o Sacrifice!Madara has learned to fight on auto – the first Sacrifice to figure out how to do so, and he doesn’t stop fighting even when his Fighter shows up

o Fighter!Tobirama never wanted a Sacrifice because he didn’t want them to get hurt and he sees Madara acting as a Fighter so he doesn’t believe that Madara is a Sacrifice

o The name of their Bond is Devotion

o Madara gets targeted by a swarm of Dr. Kaguya’s fake-bonded Zetsu

o Tobirama finds Madara’s body in Kaguya’s lab and uncovers the Bond too late to save his Sacrifice

o Reborn!Tobirama is hyper overprotective and Madara trounces his Fighter’s ass up and down the street until he feels better about living in a reality with a world-wide virginity fetish

· 47th World

o Witch Madara and Magical Creature Tobirama

o Tobirama is cursed into a human form

o Tricked into thinking that he has to kill Madara/a Witch to get the curse broken?

o It was all a lie

o Tobirama twisting the curse to go back in time instead of dying

o Madara is too gods-be-damned-again tired for this nonsense

· 48th World

o Stargate AU

o Head Scientist of the Expedition Tobirama

o Leader of the surviving “Ancients” Madara

· 49th World

o Welcome to Nightvale AU

o Tobirama, the Scientist

o Madara, the Sherriff of the Secret Police

· 50th World

o BDSM AU

o Tobirama IDS as a Switch but he’s service oriented non-dynamic instead

o Madara thinks toys/scenes are silly – demi-romantic/grey-ace Madara rides again

o Tobirama has cultural dissonance meeting a “Dom” who likes being the one fucked

· 51st World

o TRON?

· 52nd World

o Tyrant CEO/Entertainment Circle

· 53rd World

o From another world AU

o Tobirama drops into Fantasy Land from a Modern-ish Naruto World

o Madara as the Villainous Noble who was “jealous” of Tobirama’s magic power

· 54th World

o Last Unicorn AU

o Madara is the Kirin

o Tobirama as a Wizard who likes Science more

· 55th World

o Dragon Raja AU

· 10 Tails Interlude

o Sanzan-han reveals why they were helping Madara – and fade to black

· Return to the Warring Clans Era

o Canon is About to Be Diverted

o Madara is back on the battlefield where Izuna died

o Promptly summons Sanzan-han to stop this fucking bullshit – Sanzan-han has ascended and become a massive dragon so yeah the battle is definitely over now

o Tobirama appears to be having a migraine – whoops looks like the arrival of Sanzan-han has started the data-dump of all Tobirama’s System-generated memories into canon!Tobirama

o Peace and Konoha happen

· Epilogue/Extras

o Tobirama has Suspicions regarding his shiny new memories – especially because he remembers seeing that fish. Everywhere. All the time. Stupid fish.

o Everyone is very confused by how fast Tobirama and Madara get over the war and hook up but yay peace? Also Madara and Tobirama somehow make a baby and everyone is too busy trying to figure out how that works to complain anymore.

#Sanjuno's ficwork #NEARS #No Evil Abolishing Resentment System #MadaTobi #TobiMada #Pray for me friends this is how I die #Transmigrator meets Reincarnator #In which Sanjuno gets to be pretentious about how her MC hooking up with the ML is required for plot larger purposes than mere romance #NaNoWriMo 2020

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Invalidating Interpretations

I’ve been on a tear recently about my view that people’s belief in ‘all interpretations are valid’ not only misrepresents what interpretation means but also serves as a cover for racism, sexism, and other immoralities. Fandom has lionized the idea that the consumption of media can be solely an emotional exercise which comes with no responsibility whatsoever. On a certain level that’s true -- when a person sits in their home and thinks ‘wouldn’t it be cool if Stiles Stilinski was actually a god’ it has no consequence beyond their own entertainment.

But the problem is that it doesn’t remain there. People are shaped by the media they consume, unless you don’t think any politician has allowed media’s representation of life in the 1950s to inform their vision of how the world should be. I don’t think it would be very hard to find real examples of people’s ideology conforming to a fictional representation. How many people’s ideas about the colonial-era relationship between European settlers and indigenous natives were formed by the story of the first Thanksgiving?

We are influenced by the stories we consume, and we influence others by the stories we tell. That bears with it responsibility, whether the story is on MTV or AO3 or Tumblr or any other public space. This means that the interpretation of those stories should not simply depend on emotional response. Anyone can tell canon to go f*ck itself, but that action brings with it commensurate responsibilities depending on what they do afterwards.

Let me give you two examples of what I’m talking about from my own fandom and use it illustrate this.

Derek Hale held the act of turning someone into the werewolf in high regard -- “The Bite is a gift” -- which made Scott forcing him to Bite Gerard especially heinous. This interpretation is not only unsupported but it is also used as a cover for racism and abuse apologism.

The phrase was uttered three times on the show -- once by Derek in Wolf Moon (1x01), once by Peter in Visionary (3x08), and once by Scott in The Benefactor (4x04). Every single time it was used to manipulate others, and none of them were sincere. Derek used it to try to get Scott to help him find the person who murdered his sister; Peter used it to get Derek to ask Ennis to bite Paige; and Scott used it to try to repair the damage he did to his and Liam’s relationship by panicking after Biting Liam in Muted (4x03). None of them meant it.

Derek did not believe that the Bite was a gift, because his actions didn’t treat it as a gift. When telling Scott how cool being a werewolf was didn’t make Scott do what he said, he abandoned the gift approach and told Scott how being a werewolf would endanger everyone he cared about. If the act of the Bite is something solemn and sacred, why did he charge Jackson like a horror-movie villain and then how did Jackson get in the lake? When Jackson rejected the Bite on his way to Kanima-dom, why did Derek abandon him? Why did he not get angry when Scott accused him of Biting Jackson to kill him? Why did he give the Bite to some kid he met in a graveyard when chasing an omega? Why did Derek not even check on Lydia until Venomous (2x05), six episodes after Peter gave her the gift? Why did Derek Bite Victoria in the middle of a battle? Derek didn’t treat his betas as if he had given them a gift. He didn’t object when Peter described the Bite as “increasing his power and numbers?” There is not a single instance where born-wolf Derek treated the Bite as special.

Why then is the interpretation that Derek held the Bite as a sacrament so popular? Because it justifies their racist condemnation of Scott as hero and justifies Peter’s and Derek’s abuse of Scott. Scott’s antipathy toward lycanthropy is not a reasonable reaction of a teenager who had been told that not only his life is now and will forever be in danger, but he will also become a threat to everyone he cares about, but instead it becomes ingratitude. And of course, it allows them to dismiss the reality that Scott had little agency in that scene in Master Plan (2x12), that he was being forced to do Gerard’s bidding, and to concentrate on intensifying the violation of Derek (when they aren’t busy trying to turn it into rape).

It also a defense for Peter’s and Derek’s abuse of Scott. Scott’s lycanthropy stops being something horrible that happened to him, and starts being a reciprocal obligation he has to Derek and Peter. Derek isn’t stalking and manipulating Scott into helping him find Laura’s killer, he’s punishing him for being ungrateful. Peter didn’t ruin a teenager’s life and then gloat about it; he gave him a gift. If you treat Scott’s Bite as a “monkey’s paw” scenario -- as one racist anon did -- then he’s simply got what he wanted and is unhappy about it. Derek and Peter shouldn’t have to waste time being kind to this selfish prick. Derek lying to Scott about the cure isn’t that bad if Scott insulted the Gift that he no longer wanted.

The above interpretation is unsupported by any actual scene or any actual script excerpt or anything really, but it does serve the purpose of excusing Hale-style abuse and undermining Scott’s position as heroic protagonist.

Scott McCall had a strict no-killing possibility which was a result of his own sense of moral superiority and a black-and-white view of the world. This interpretation is not only directly contradicted by canon but it is a fundamental aspect of the racist idea of the Left Hand, by which is meant that White Men Can Kill Whomever They Want.

Scott McCall didn’t have a strict no-killing policy. Not in Season 1, not in Season 6. He didn’t get upset at Derek for killing Peter (he got upset because Derek deceived him about the cure) or mourn Kate’s death, in Season 1. He didn’t stop Derek or Peter from killing Gerard in Season 2. He did object to Derek executing Lydia and Jackson for things that were beyond their control. His rise to being a True Alpha in Season 3A wasn’t due to him not being willing to kill; his rise to True Alpha was partly due to his refusal to let others manipulate him into killing. He was certainly willing to threaten Gerard and Jennifer with death. He didn’t argue that killing the Oni was wrong in Season 3B; he did argue that killing Stiles was wrong. He didn’t hold his father in contempt for killing the Chemist, or get upset about dead Berserkers, or tell Satomi, Chris, Derek or Braeden not to use lethal force again the hunters-turned-assassins. His objection in Season 5 was about -- once again -- killing those taken and turned against their will into monsters. The show literally addressed this in The Beast of Beacon Hills (5x19):

Scott: Deucalion? You shouldn't trust him.

Theo: And you're the one who let him live.

Scott: I'm not a murderer.

Theo: You still think you're gonna get through all this without killing anyone?

Scott: I didn't say that.

He didn’t say that. He never said “no killing, ever.” Derek had killed. Chris had killed. Theo had definitely killed, including him. Stiles had killed. He didn’t consign them into the outer dark. He didn’t refuse to work with them or listen to them.

This ‘interpretation’ is about nothing less than justifying Peter’s murderous behavior and Derek’s attempted imitation. By pushing Scott’s moral stance to an unrealistic extreme, they try to demonstrate it as unworkable and arrogant, even in the face of evidence to the contrary. The problem is that they’re not doing this to ask serious questions about when it is a valid option to kill; they’re doing it to justify Peter’s and Derek’s and Stiles’s supposed (but not real) and Theo’s and sometimes even Deucalion’s casual approach to murder. They re-interpret a nuanced position about the value of every individual life into a some sort of arrogant white knight platitude.

And they will do this, even if they have to discard 90% of canon, if that is what it takes to enable Sexy White Men (and only Sexy White Men -- they never use this to justify Kali, or Monroe, or Gerard, or the Doctors) to be treated as the heroic protagonist in their tales. That’s why, mysteriously, in all those Steter fictions where they execute Scott for not being willing to kill (in one of the most ironic tropes in history, which has become quite popular), they never have Stiles or Peter kill police officers for objecting to their murder sprees. They never have Stiles shoot down deputies saying “you would stop me from protecting who I love, you must die!” Weird, isn’t it?

It’s not weird at all. These interpretations are not meant to be serious investigations of the production; they’re meant to serve emotional needs which if they admitted openly might subject them to censure, and rightly so. In conclusion, not all interpretations are valid.

#teen wolf meta #teen wolf racism #scott mccall defense squad #teen wolf fandom problems #fandom problems #fandom racism

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b1ksh88p · 4 years

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Guts and Roses

Plot: Jesse hired you to clean up crime scenes. This time you were stuck cleaning up boob implants and stomach bile after a gruesome murder. All was well, you never crossed paths with him and didn’t mind it. That is when he accidentally forgot something important lodged into the girls torso leading to a unexpected visit from the man himself. (This was supposed to be practice for suspense soooo if it’s ass I apologize)

Warnings: Gore/Cursing/Implied Necro (nothing happens lmao)

It started with good intentions. You were a forensic anthropologist/medical examiner for the Florida PD, truly the best of the best. To bad all that knowledge and expertise was wasted. The whole system was corrupt. From dirty cops to crook politicians there was no such thing as reform. The entire system was fucked. Sometimes you’d get bodies without organs despite them not being organ donors. So many people came through and cases piled up. You felt more like a mortician than a forensic anthropologist. It made you feel horrible for the victims but after a few years you just let it pass you.

To make some extra cash on the side you put your services up for hire on the deep web. At first you were sure you were gonna get caught by the FBI but it seemed like a lot of sickos in Florida needed someone to clean their mess. They’d do their business, call you in, you’d take pictures for some blackmail, then do your job. You carefully instructed that they leave the cash in a plastic bag. The price varied on a few things. The floors material, the square feet, severity of stains, chemical cleaning cost, etc. were all factored into the final price. She made a good 5 grand off one easy clean up. A pretty good gig although certainly nausea inducing for the faint of heart.

This Jesse guy was no different than the rest of them. A rich weirdo with mommy issues who had a knack for snuff films. Nothing new. Sometimes you thought about watching one of the films just to see what all the talk was about. You got what was left of some bodies but you don’t really get the full picture from a crime scene or a cold corpse. There was a morbid curiosity. Ever since you’ve taken jobs for him you’ve wanted to see it. See him in action. You wondered if he got off to it. If he had a ritual, what his motives were. Along with playing music you could think about the crazed Chromeskull to help past the time. What a lame name. Surely the guy wasn’t that scary with a stupid name like that.

After scrubbing the blood splatter with your own secret mix you let it sit for a bit and get to work on the floor. First you dispose of all the guts, chunks of flesh, and silicon implants into a acid mix. Then you move onto mopping up the blood and other bodily fluids released by the body. She was completely torn apart. Her rib cage exposed as if the Jesse guy was looking for something inside her. Admittedly you were kinda grossed out. You much rather worked for the Collector. At least he had a bit of interesting presentation. This Chromeskull guy was just a fucking monster. The girl must’ve done something to piss him off if he got this mad.

After staring you get out some plastic wrap and cover the bathroom in it. After that you start cutting her limbs one by one and placing them in your special acid mix. One score was the bitches jewelry. Sick looks like Chromefuck left a lil tip. If this shit was real you could totally pawn it after her case turned cold.

You were just about to decapitate her when you heard the doorknob jiggle. You always locked the doors behind you, it was a safety precaution. You didn’t want to have to clean up another body for free. At first you just ignored it. Maybe the person would go away when they figured out no one was here. Suddenly a fury of hard knocks rammed upon the thin door. You get up. Whoever was trying to get inside sure as hell weren’t the friendly type. You think to grab your gun but your dumbass left it on the counter outside. All you had was a bone saw, and by the sound of it you were gonna need a tank.

After a serious of loud thumps the rickety chain snapped sealing your fate. You huddle into the bathtub and slide the shower curtain to conceal you. Whoever he was he was strong enough to open the door but oddly stealthy enough to muffle his steps because after the chain snapped and the door flung open you didn’t hear shit. For a moment you thought you were in the clear, that whatever they wanted they got and left. You start to slowly stand up before a sound makes your knees buckle in place. The same pounding from before was right outside the door. You freeze. Your entire body wanted to flee but there was nowhere to go. The door flings open like it was a piece of paper. On the other side of the curtain you heard shallow breaths. Whoever it was was pissed. For a second there was silence. It felt like you had held your breath for what seemed like a eternity before you heard the grossest sounds ever. It was the sound of flesh being strained and bothered with. Meat and congealed bodily fluids churning around echoed off the walls. You wanted to gag. Was he...was he fucking it?

All of a sudden the sounds came to a abrupt stop. You watch in pure horror as he tears the shower curtain asunder. A gloved hand grabs at your crinkly clean up suit and you instinctively swipe at it with your bone saw. Lucky for him in your fear ridden haze you miss. “Gah! What the fuck do you want?!?” You shriek pointing the blade at the mask. Definitely believed the hype around this guy he was fucking terrifying. For a moment he just stared at you, possibly thinking if he should kill you for the stunt you just pulled. To your surprise he recoiled and calmly began to sign.

‘I thought you’d be finished. It’s been 3 hours’

Before you can stop yourself you scoff. “I don’t rush you when you’re making pulled pork.” When you noticed what you said you felt the color leave your body. Everyone always said your attitude would one day get the best of you. Now you were about to become the star of a snuff film lucky you. Instead of slamming your face into the tiles until it resembled strawberry purée his shoulders raised up and down...he was laughing.

‘Touché, well doll I’m looking for something. The stupid cunt swallowed it.’

Did you even want to know the gruesome details? Yes, but you didn’t need this sicko thinking you admired him. You were merely intrigued. Anyone would be even just a little. Or at least that’s what you told yourself. “Want me to...help?” You treaded carefully. You didn’t need him getting angry that a woman wanted to help. Some men saw it as pity and got all pissy and acted like they were Alpha males. He shrugs. It seemed like metal head didn’t mind a lady getting down and dirty. Good cuz it was your fucking job.

‘Knock yourself out Princess.’

You step out from the safety of the tub and dig into the mush of the torso. You can feel him looming over you. Cold eyes boring into your skin as you searched in silence. It hit you.

“What am I looking for exactly?” You ask turning to him.

‘A sim card, the stupid bitch swallowed it thinking I’d spare her or something.’

“Clearly her plan didn’t work out.” You let out a wry laugh. That wasn’t funny. Oh god why were you comfortable saying weird shit around this guy. You kept focus on finding the little black card. It was lodged in a piece of her small intestine that he had missed during his rampage. When you turn to announce your findings he’s crouched down in front of you. “I...I got your sim c-card...” you try and mask the fear in your voice but failed. Why was he so close? How’d he keep moving so silently? You tense up as he slowly signs to you.

‘I wanna see you without the mask.’

Your heart sunk but a stupid smile was on your face. Is that all? The sicko just wanted to see her face? But why? You’d only worked a few jobs for him. This was the first time you’d met face to face. Was he joking?

‘But not now. I’ll let you get back to work.’ He stood and dusted himself off. When he outstretched a gloved hand you thought he was just waiting for you to hand over his precious SIM card so you did just that. With like zero effort he hoisted you up to your feet. He hands you a card and takes his property before leaving you alone in the penthouse. You read the card and furrow your brow. On the back there was a message. When you read it aloud it made your skin crawl.

“I’m always watching you”

What the hell have you gotten yourself into???

#chromeskull #slasher #horror #slashers #jessecromeans #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #potential series maybe idk #im not good at writing lmao

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redshirtgal · 4 years

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Look at that deadly serious face. Would you believe there are two amusing stories involving this gentleman? One from a scene involving his character, the other involving the actor behind the scenes.

The idea to bring in a doctor specifically trained in Vulcan medicine was a good one. But we were not introduced to Dr. M’Benga until halfway through the second season in an episode titled “A Private Little War.” It is because of his expertise that we know all those bizarre life scan readings are merely a sign that Spock is concentrating his efforts on healing the severe gunshot wound he had received on the planet.

Up until this point, we have only seen the stern, serious side of M’Benga. But we find in this scene that he has a wicked sense of humor (and an excellent sense of observation). He informs Nurse Chapel that Spock has been conscious enough the entire time and most likely even realized Christine had been holding his hand earlier. And then you see this little grin as poor Nurse Chapel looks mortified and more than a little miffed.

There is one other scene that is not exactly amusing in itself, but has an side story that is. This is the scene where Dr. M’Benga gives Christine explicit instructions about what to do if Spock shows any signs of consciousness. But when the time comes and Spock commands her to hit him as hard as she can, Christine just can’t do more than a weak slap. Then Scotty enters and when he sees what is happening, pulls her away. It’s up to Dr. M’Benga to bring Spock back to full consciousness.

Which he proceeds to do by pulling his arm back... and delivering a wallop of a slap that even Scotty would be proud of.

And which Spock calmly deems quite sufficient. But Leonard Nimoy was actually pretty irate just after the slap. The filming of this episode was already behind. While the crew set up for this scene, Leonard Nimoy pulled the actor Booker Bradshaw aside and told him he didn’t want to have to reshoot the scene (because he had a paid appearance scheduled that evening). So according to Bradshaw, Nimoy told him no stage slap - to give it everything he had. So... when the time came, Booker Bradshaw wound up and delivered a slap so hard, it knocked Leonard off his feet. And the Vulcan ears off Leonard. Which sent the stage crew and everyone else on the set into peals of laughter but Nimoy did not see the humor at all. Bradshaw said to his dismay, the star was quite angry and made it clear that this time, he better make it a stage slap.

We see him one more time in “That Which Survives” when he is asked to find the reason Ensign Wyatt died. Dr. M’Benga replies that Dr. Sanchez (in the background) is already performing the autopsy and promises to report the results to Mr. Spock as soon as he knows them.

Later, Dr. M’Benga’s expression demonstrates his exasperation at not being able to give Mr. Spock an explanation for Wyatt’s cause of death, which Dr. Sanchez had established as cellular disruption. And that’s the last time we see Dr. M’Benga. Memory Alpha seems to think that Dr. M’Benga was meant to be there from the start and that M’Boya was simply a misspelling of his name in that first draft. Yet according David Tilotta in an article on StarTrek.com, Dr. M’Benga was not added to the cast of “That Which Survives” until a few days before filming. In the very beginning, the doctor’s name was given as M’Boya. Then as the script revisions progressed, the character of Dr. M’Boya was dropped and his lines given to Nurse Christine Chapel.. But Marc Cushman’s These Are the Voyages: Season Two backs up what David Tillota wrote, saying that one of the researchers from Kellam de Forest suggested to Fred Freiberger that the name should be changed to M’Benga on September 13th. However, he makes no mention of the previous change of M’Boya to Nurse Chapel doing the autopsy. Still, it does seem likely someone would have realized there was no need to create a new doctor when Dr. M’Benga had already been established as highly regarded by his CMO. Story Editor Arthur Singer turned in a final draft on September 20th and page revisions were added on the 21st. Once Fred Freiberger made a few more changes and created the revised final draft dated September 24th and the page revisions were inserted the next day. Just in time for the first day of production which again backs up David Tilotta’s assertion that Dr. M’Benga was close to a last minute addition/revision.

Dr. M’Benga was played by Booker T. Bradshaw of Richmond, Virginia. Bradshaw’s background is quite impressive. After working at his father’s life insurance company, Booker decided this was not the life for him and entered Harvard University. During his junior year he appeared on the Ted Mack Amateur Hour as a folk singer. Not only did he win three times, but he made it to the finals at Madison Square Garden. Booker did return to graduate from Harvard in 1962 with the intention of becoming a lawyer. Fate intervened in the form of a Fellowship at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts in London but not before he had performed at Carnegie Hall. Bradshaw did receive an honors certificate for his time at the Academy of Dramatic Arts which he completed by touring England with his Academy students as part of a Shakespeare repertory theater. *photo credit: http://quod.lib.umich.edu/b/bhl/x-hs8414/hs8414

After finishing the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts, you would think Booker would head straight into the acting world, wouldn’t you? Oh, he had done some stage plays in Harvard and a few other venues, but another opportunity arose. Bradshaw’s connection in the music world lead him to working for Motown Records in Detroit as their international manager. He specifically arranged the European tours of both the Supremes and the Temptations. According to several stories he could speak anywhere from three to nine languages, depending on the source. Above is a photo of the Supremes as they were about to start their 1965 European tour in London. Not only did Bradshaw serve as their manager but he also did an interview with them that was reprinted here - https://motownjunkies.co.uk/2013/03/02/589

Around 1967, Booker Bradshaw came back to the United States to resume his acting career and joined a repertory theater in Rochester, Michigan run by one of his mentors, John Fernald. Fernald was formerly Head of the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts. Bradshaw even wrote the lyrics and music for a play produced there titled And People All Around, which was based on the murders of three civil rights workers in Mississippi. He also appeared in several plays at the Ebony Showcase Theater, including Day of Absence and Happy Endings in 1967. One of his co-stars in both plays was Isabel Sanford. Some of you may remember her as Louise Jefferson in The Jeffersons, which ran from 1975-1985. The Ebony Showcase Theater was the first black theater created especially for black audiences in Los Angeles. Above - Booker Bradshaw, Juanita Moore and Isabel Sanford (Louise Jefferson) in Happy Endings. Photo credit - https://filmismemory.wordpress.com/2015/12/29/the-ebony-showcase-theater/

Booker Bradshaw went on to have a very full and successful career in television and film, both as an actor and as a writer. He landed parts on a number of television shows, including several episodes of Tarzan, the Mod Squad, and The F.B.I. In fact, as this newspaper clipping shows (which was actually a press release that appeared in many newspapers across the U.S.), it was thought his role as Special Agent Harry Dane might be a semi-regular one. However, he is only credited with appearing in two episodes. *clipping from p. 35 of The Jackson Sun (Jackson TN), November 7, 1969.

Bradshaw’s movie appearances were fewer, but included two that attained some notice at the time they were released. Above is a publicity photo from The Strawberry Statement (1970) which was loosely based on the Columbia University protests of 1968. He played the character Lucas who is seen on the far right. Fellow Star Trek actress Kim Darby was the female lead named Linda.

But Booker Bradshaw’s biggest role probably was that of politician Howard Brunswick in Coffy (1973). He was the boyfriend of the title character played by Pam Grier. She played the title character, a nurse who is out to get revenge on the drug dealers who were responsible for the death of her sister. Being a folk singer/media mogul/ theater actor/TV & film actor was evidently not enough. Bradshaw also became a quite accomplished television writer. Between 1973-1976 he and David P. Lewis together wrote scripts for shows like Columbo, Planet of the Apes, and McMillan and Wife. Bradshaw went on to do scripts for Different Strokes, Gimme A Break, and four episodes of The Richard Pryor Show. During the 80s he became a voice actor. Sadly, his impressive career came to an end when he died suddenly of a heart attack in 2003.

#Star Trek TOS #Dr. M'Benga #A Private Little War #That Which Survives #Booker Bradshaw #Booker T.Bradshaw

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WAYWARD GUIDE THEORY

this was made post-Episode 5, pre-Chapter 5--very long but read the whole thing please my mind is still shaking from what i confidently believe is the art of galaxy braining

1. behind the name is a fun website

isn’t our alpha named Connor, and the town named Connor Creek???

2. there is no doubt that Paul has been turned into a werewolf, but the advantages this can bring to the investigation are great

we know that the werewolves that we witnessed have no intentions of causing murder and immediately jumped to suspecting Paul and Artie--if Connor finds out Paul got turned by his attacker and Prism’s murderer (unless there were two wolves that evening but hey) then he and the other innocent werewolves can trust him and Artie

we can trust Connor, the alpha, but i don’t think we can trust the other guy conversing with him in Artie’s eavesdropping

though i feel they might object to being podcasted

but Paul being and participating as a werewolf would make it easier for him and Artie to track the killers

we know the killers are werewolves since the nature of the wounds are animal-like, plus the circumstances of Prism and Paul’s encounter suggest this (one person died while the other turned)

3. we have Miner Mole & Silas Torsen, Truman Hensley, and the members of the Town Council plus the werewolves behind the killings; what’s up with them???

Miner Mole & Silas Torsen

The best thing about Silas is that he’s surprisingly honest? At least once the obvious about him is made obvious. He only hides with the impressionable, but he seemed relatively frank around Artie

We know his intentions right away from Chapter 3, Episode 3, and Episode 4: Silas wants to recover his lost power from his previous acts of incompetence by making Miner Mole get silver from Connor Creek. He used Truman and promises of economic prosperity for the working poor of the town in order to exploit the place and get silver, in turn restoring his corporate power and income.

Miner Mole prospering means CHIMERA prospering. (Spies Are Forever fans know what’s up with CHIMERA.)

Not unlike a number of real-life government-corporation relationships, Silas and Truman clearly made a deal of mutual benefit.

Upon further rewatching, I think he might have some idea. He wanted Artie to stop recording once she brought up Ryan’s murder. He may not exactly know who the Reynolds family members are properly, but I still find it suspicious that he got the name “Burt Reynolds” correct at all. He either completely knows Hensley’s intentions or parts of it. Hensley has familial associations with mining corporations too, according to Chapter 4.

Truman Hensley

What does this woman want? Seriously? Besides Mining and a history of associating with politics, what is her goal? For what reason besides helping Miner Mole does she need political power? If it was all about Miner Mole, then we’ve already lost. We know there’s more than that.

Truman Hensley’s political and economic career has been defined by going from small town to small town and using private companies to increase the towns’ economic power and general livelihood. She’s been doing this for fifteen years and is a very experienced politician. She’s very ideal for a town that needs mining operations. Reasons why one would oppose her would be resistance to change, a general fear of exploitation by Miner Mole, and obviously a probable depletion of the werewolf population giver her relationship to Miner Mole, a company who is there to mine silver.

Hensley strongly prioritizes family. Her family history is quite interesting—her father is the cause for her political ambition being a policy-maker for the DOI. She deadass quotes him in her speech during the townhall meeting with “As a young girl, my father instilled in me our family’s sacred creed: Above all else, never settle!” which may describe her mentality. Her association with mining is through her maternal grandfather. “Mine Your Own Business” seems to imply something quite money-oriented too.

I bet Truman is a descendant of the McMahon family. We know the Connors and the McMahons fought over the silver mines and the McMahons got kicked for being too greedy. If there is truth to that description by Dockweiler, then it would make sense for them to make a business out of their skills in mining. They must have wanted to prosper through mining pure silver. Her motivations must lie in restoring the family name, considering Mine Your Own Business was described by Artie as “a glorified prospector.” Also, she ends her townhall speech with “Together, we will restore this town to its former glory, and make the original founders [...and the Reynolds boy,] proud!” Dockweiler claimed that the McMahons were also town founders alongside the Connors.

Truman Hensley, as of Episode 5, is in power, and it is also in this episode that the town finds out about the werewolf thing. She’s gonna utilize this to her advantage as a means to get rid of the Connors off of Connor Creek and claim the town in the name of the McMahon family.

The Town Council + The Suspected Werewolves

If Episode 5’s revelations are of any indication, plus #1, the Connors are either a family of werewolves or a family that got turned into werewolves. They were described as miners as well, founders right next to the McMahons. Reasons for their claim over silver would be to contain the material that could kill them. Connor Creek only began mining again once Torsen and Hensley entered the picture, since according to Cliff in Chapter 3, the last town council did little if any mining at all. (You know, maybe that’s why he’s in the town council himself; he was dissatisfied with the inactivity of the last council)

There are six members of the town council, and we know they held an election so they can decide who would break the tie concerning Miner Mole operating in Connor Creek. Going back to my thoughts on Episode 4, I suspected 4 as pro-mining. Now that I think about it, if that were the case the election would’ve been unneccessary. Since Truman won, the act allowing Miner Mole to work was passed by one vote. Between Agnes, Cliff, Sybilus, and Riley; one of them voted against Miner Mole.

I’m suspecting Agnes, now that I rewatched her scenes again. She’s the town travel agent, and therefore aware of how increased mining can affect tourism. On one hand, she’s been using the old-fashioned energy of the town as her selling point, but she’s aware that the town could use some changes. They other three have to be pro-mining. Cliff is a miner himself, Sybilus is accountant to Miner Mole, and Riley is Truman’s campaign manager.

We know based on #2 and Episode 5 that not all the werewolves are bad, and that not all the werewolves are Connor kin (i.e. Paul turning), so I am led to believe that either Silas or Truman recruited renegade wolves to orchestrate the murders. These wolves would have to have varying reasons for doing so, either to risk their lives in upgrading the town, or finding opportunities to seize power, heck even secretly find some way to get rid of Silas and Truman to seize control of the silver themselves. We don’t have any leads on those wolves, but we can keep an eye on the wolf who was conversing with Connor.

There is a chance for some of these renegade wolves to be in the town council, or at least among the pro-mining citizens, but hey, people can lie. Right now, it is hard to tell.

TLDR; Truman Hensley is a McMahon who wants to claim Connor Creek back for her family, and the implications of this are dangerous.

#long post #wayward guide theory #tcb #tin can bros #tin can brothers #wayward guide #wayward guide for the untrained eye #wgftue #wayward guide spoilers #wayward guide for the untrained eye spoilers #wgftue spoilers

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geekygee01 · 5 years

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Paralyse Me

Summary: You are one of Thanos’ daughters, an omega fugitive trying to survive on earth after the snap. Three years later you past catches up to you, Clint wants to make you pay for your hand in the disappearance of his family. But when he smells your impending heat, plans change...

Pairings: Ronin/Alpha!Clint x Omega!Reader

Overall warnings: Mentions of abuse, mentions of torture, violence, mentions of murder, mentions of rape, claiming, breeding, coercion, dubious consent (the reader is in heat and not in her right mind to consent, no matter how much she begs)

A/N: Just a little side note, my main sources of inspiration are; @sherrybaby14 @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @youngmoneymilla So if you want some insanely good pics to read I suggest checking them out.

The rain pelts down as you rush along a deserted sidewalk, occasionally glancing over your shoulder and glancing at any corners or dark spots. Just a little further and you'll be back at the abandoned apartment you've been calling home the past week. You never remain in one place too long and you try to stick to busy cities, lose yourself in the anonymity. Not that many cities are 'busy' these days. Ever since your father succeeded in decimating half of the universe. The process killing four of your siblings and almost costing you Nebula too. Though she may as well have died, you haven't seen her in almost three years. And once he had won, once he had completed his lifelong mission he went and disappeared. Abandoning you in Wakanda, abandoning you to be captured or killed. Fortunately, in all the pain and confusion of the eradication, you were able to slip away undetected, and from there you ran. You ran until you couldn't breathe and then you ran some more. You found yourself in Kenya, and then Johannesburg, Mexico, Texas, Arizona, Washington, Alberta, Ontario, and who knows where else. Five years later finds you in Shanghai, China. It used to be the most populated place before the snap, and even now it is still busy enough for you to feel semi-secure. But you never let your guard down, you have to keep your head down, stay in your lane and keep moving if you want the slightest chance of surviving. This planet has become chaotic and lawless since the snap. With politicians, soldiers and police force disappearing the remaining population turned on each other. Many turned to crime to survive or for the fun of it, it wasn't like there was anyone to catch them. Petty theft, brawls and the unwanted claiming of omegas weren't anyone's priorities anymore, which puts you at yet another disadvantage. You were a child of Thanos; you helped in the decimation of many people's friends and families, and you were an unclaimed omega ripe for the taking. In this new world there were only a few outcomes for you; dead, forcefully claimed or trafficked. Always moving, wearing second-hand clothes from alphas and betas, stolen suppressant and heat blockers were the only ways you could keep yourself safe. And even that was getting harder and harder. Border security was getting tighter, and the medicine you needed was getting scarce. Three years without any more being made, you were surprised there were any left at all. But that's likely due to most omegas being claimed or trafficked, you were probably one of the only ones still around, still using them. Your hand reaches down and holds the package in your jacket pocket. The suppressants you had risked your life for. Travelling around so close to your heat, stealing from a drug cartel, but you had no other choice. You had skipped town, only taking the clothes on your back, you hadn't the time to grab any of your things, including your medicines. You had been thrift shopping in Osaka, but your gut told you someone was watching you, someone dangerous, so you hitched a ride as soon as you could. Swapping cars and directions every so often, trying to ensure you lost whoever may have been following you. You didn't even get everything you needed tonight, but you had heard fighting and gunshots across the road and left as fast as possible. You'd try again somewhere else tomorrow, but for now, the suppressant will do just fine. You'll layer up on alpha clothes and stick to more populated stores. You finally make it to your building and push on the heavy old door. You amble up seven flights of stairs and enter the apartment you've been borrowing. Whoever lived there before was long gone, most likely dusted, but you still slept on their couch. You only ever slept on couches or floors. Sleeping in their beds felt wrong like you had killed them and then violated their personal space and belongings. You flick the lock, attach the chain and slide the deadbolt, placing one of the dining room chairs under the doorknob just in case. "Wasted effort, seeing as I'm already here," a deep voice rumbles. You freeze in place, your hands shaking as they let go of the chair. You start to turn, but hands are already on your arms, spinning you around and forcing you against the wall by the door. You look up into hate-filled, cold blue eyes on an otherwise handsome face. "Who are you?" you ask softly. The stranger grins down at you, but it holds no warmth. "I'm a guy whose family you killed." "That wasn't me," you try to wriggle out of his hold, but he slams you back into the wall, harder than before. "You may not have been the one to snap your fingers, but you helped the monster who did. He's already dead so I can't get my revenger on him, you're the next best thing." "My father's dead?" that's impossible, he was almost invincible. But that explains why he left you behind, he had no choice, he was dead "that's why he left me," you whisper to yourself. The man keeping you captive chuckles "he was killed months after the snap, he left you and then he was killed." You try to blink back your tears, shaking your head "no, you're lying." "I'm no liar sweetheart." "Just a killer." "Big talk coming from the daughter of Thanos," he glares down at you. "I had no choice! He killed my family and kidnapped me as a child. Forced me to fight my sisters and tortured me when I refused. Or tortured me if I lost or tortured me if my technique was flawed. And when that stopped working, he'd hurt my sisters when I did something wrong. He turned them against me so that all I had was him and his will." You start struggling against him again, managing to shove him away. You turn to the door and pull at the chair and reach for the deadbolt before a heavy weight knocks you to the floor. You kick and flail, manages to kick his stomach and hit his mouth, he spits blood on you before growling. "I was just going to kill you because you killed my family. But now I'm going to make it hurt," he grins down at you before slamming his forehead into your face. The last thing you see is his malicious, blood-stained smile. X X X You slowly open your eyes, blinking away the darkness. You're in the lounge room, tied to a dining room chair. You can't even shift in place. You try looking around. It seems as if the room is empty, but you can't see into any of the other rooms, or behind you. He could be doing anything, could be anywhere.

You feel the ever-familiar prickling under your skin, a warmth spreading throughout your body. The slight burn on your throat where a mating mark would go, the desperate clenching of your heart, trying to fill a void. Your heat is starting. You have to get out, get away from this crazy alpha before he picks up on it.

You start struggling in earnest, desperate to free yourself before the unthinkable can happen. "Finally joining the party," you startle at the sound of his voice, your heart leaping to your throat. You swallow thickly as he comes around the chair and faces you. Your mouth tastes metallic. He points to the cut on his mouth "we match now." "You're sick," his lips quirk into a half-smile. "No, I'm desperate." "Desperate?" you question. "Desperate for vengeance, desperate for revenge, desperate for my family back. Guess where you fall?" his hand strokes down your clammy cheek, and you flinch away, though the omega in you is desperate to lean in to his touch. "Do your worst," you spit blood onto his shoe and bare your teeth. "Feisty," he laughs before turning serious once more "you won't be for long." "I've survived daily torture at the hands of the mad titan Thanos, you think you, a tiny mortal man, could do any worse?" "Guess we'll find out."

X X X

You try to blink away the fuzziness in your vision, you need a clear head if you’re going to think up an escape in this short reprieve of torture. Though you have endured worse at the hands of your ‘father’ it never quite felt like this. All those times being tortured by Thanos your omega nature was supressed. Now, so close to your heat, being tortured by an alpha, it’s somehow nowhere near on Thanos’ level and yet so much worse.

“This would end faster if you were to beg,” the alpha come closer to you.

“What?” you rasp.

“Beg for forgiveness, beg for mercy, and I will end this.” He stares into your eyes, so close and yet worlds away.

You look back at him and let out a deep breath “I’m sorry,” you start “I’m sorry that you’re such a pathetic excuse of an alpha that you need to beat omegas to make yourself feel strong.”

He sneers down at you before aiming a punch to your head. You feel the pain radiate on your temple but it’s slightly muted. It’s nothing more than an unpleasant tingle in comparison to the crushing pain in your lower abdomen. Courtesy of your heat, not his pathetic attempts at torture.

He raises his fist as if to hit you again but freezes, his nose twitches and he glances around the room before his gaze zeroes in on you. He breathes in deeply and a wicked grin takes over his face.

“Omega.”

Your heart stops, ice cold panic fills your veins “stay away from me,” you try to sound tough, but it comes out as more of a whine.

He laughs as he unties you from the chair. You try to fight him, to free yourself from his grasp now that you are free of the chair, but your heat and his beating has taken a toll on your body. You feel so weak, and your limbs are lethargic, they refuse to cooperate. He drags you into the bedroom and throws you down on the bed and ties your wrists to the headboard.

“So, what, now you’re going to rape me before killing me?”

“I’m not going to kill you omega. I have plans for you.”

Your eyes widen in fear. He’s going to traffic you, or breed you, or both. “What are you going to do with me?”

“Well you took my family from me omega, I think it’s only fair you make that even, don’t you?”

“I would bring back your family if I could, but I don’t have that kind of power,” you feel tears running down your bruised cheeks.

“I know you don’t. I don’t expect you to bring my family back, no, I expect you to give me a new family. It is what you were born to do after all.”

“NO!” “I won’t do it.”

“I think you’ll find that you don’t have much of a choice,” he strokes your face as you try to squirm away from him.

“Were you always a sick rapist or is this your desperation talking again?”

He laughs at you again “I’m not going to rape you omega. In short time you’ll be begging me, and then, only then, will I give you what you need.” He then turns and leaves the room. Leaves you to stew in your ever-worsening heat.

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mx-jinxous · 4 years

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Day Seven: Boss/Mayor (an idea by @moon-for-moon and Me)

Leonard Snart was a serious man that had one serious focus in like, his job. Leonard, most called him Len, was the most important man of Central City, the mayor, and he was good at what he did. He wasn’t like most politicians, he cared for his people, tried to do the best for the city, kept a friendly face. He kept his personal life behind curtains, out of the public eye, his relationships, if you can call them that, nonexistent. He was a proud alpha, knew what he wanted and what he could afford. That's why when the beautiful omega, Barry Allen walked into his office, file in his hand, Len didn’t think twice about his nightly plans.

“Mayor Snart?”

“That’s the name on the door.” Len said, making the omega wince in response, Len standing in response. Buttoning up his jacket a smile came to his face, reaching out a hand to shake the young man’s hand. “Sorry, my manners must have left me at the breathtaking sight of you walking into my office. My names Leonard, call me Len. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”

“Barry Allen.” Barry said, cheeks bright pink at the complement, shaking Len’s hand. “I’m not on your itinerary, I needed to talk to you about a cold case.”

“Well Barry, sit down and tell me about it.” Len said, waiting for Barry to scamper into a chair. Once he took a seat Len joined him, holding out his hand for the file. Handing it over to Len, I Barry started rambling.

“I work as a CSI in the CCPD Lab. When I was a kid my Uncle Eobard was murdered in a hit and run. The CCPD wrote it off, said my uncle fell asleep at the wheel and caused the fatal accident. I wanted permission for the case to be reopened. I know I can’t investigate it legally, but a family friend is a detective…” Len flopped through the file, humming as he read over the insides of the file. “The only reason it was closed like that is because of the funding. I know you have a set amount you give to the CCPD and that there are a bunch of cases that would also deserve to be reopened, but I think there’s something crucial in the case. My uncle was a cop, he was looking into a drug ring when he was hit. My uncle was a good man and his brothers in blue are writing off his death.”

“Very interesting Barry. Now tell me if I gave you the money, maybe talked to your captain, let you investigate your uncles murder, what will happen when you find the person responsible?” Len asked, looking at the young man, Barry looking him sternly in the eyes.

“They will be tried in a jury of their peers and sentenced to life without a chance of parole.” Len smiled, sitting the file down on his desk, staring at the omega. Barry was interesting. He had the nerve to come to the most powerful alpha in the city, asking of something behind his captain’s back that is beyond protocol, all in the name of righting a wrong. Len found that impressive, heroic to an extent, and didn’t want the men dead.

“Well Barry, I’d love to discuss this more, over dinner. Are you free tonight?” The mayor asked, leaning forward. Barry went bright red, catching on his words as he was trying to answer the alpha.

“Uh...y-yah, I mean, yes sir, I mean, sure.” Len smirked picking up the file and handing it over to the omega.

“How about eight tonight, I’ll pick you up at work?” Barry nodded, the alpha smiling at the wordless omega. “It’s a date! Can I see your phone?” With fumbling fingers Barry gave his phone to Len, the alpha putting his number into Barry’s phone. “I’ll see you tonight Barry.” Len winked, Barry flustered as he grabbed the file and clumsily tripped on the chair on his escape. Len watched amused, even as Barry turned and waved at him, Len waving back as he sat back in his chair. The moment was broken as Mick, his right hand walked in with a file he was guessing was sent over by the CCPD.

“What did the kid want?”

“Just a request, can you pull the budget files for this year for me. I need to carve a little money out for the CCPD’s cold cases.”

“Whatever you say.” Mick grumbled, walking towards the door.

“Also clear my schedule for after eight, somethings come up and I have a meeting.” Mick gave him the all knowing look, smirking at Len as he left. Mick knew him too well, they’ve been friends since they were kids, he knew about Len’s personal life. Not many people knew much about Len’s personal life, if they did they’d know how much Len loved sex, not to the point of being an addict, but he grabbed any opprotunity. The rest of his night was pretty much what he had scheduled, a conference call with call with CCFD about some new equipment.

Barry stood outside the front doors of CCPD, looking at his outfit under his jacket, having changed on lunch. It was a little past eight, the omega waiting as the January air nipped at his nose. Len had yet to show up so Barry waited, five minutes turning to half an hour, half an hour turning to an hour, leaving Barry sitting on the cold cement steps. Sighing he was about to leave when a car pulled up, Len climbing out with a worried look. “Barry, I am so sorry I got held up on a conference call, you must be freezing.” The alpha said, removing his jacket and wrapping it around Barry’s shoulders.

“I’m fine, I didn’t want to miss you.” Barry said, a big smile on his face as he cuddle into the warm parka, taking in Len’s scent. He smelled like hot chocolate and cinnamon, sweet and comforting.

“Let’s get you in my car, it’s nice and warm.” Len said, helping the omega to his feet. The older man helped Barry to his car, opening and shutting the door for him. In the car Barry relaxed in the heat of the car, Len joining him with a shiver.

“So where are we going?” Barry asked as Len put his seatbelt on, the mayor smiling at him.

“Le Rogue, have you ever been there?” Len asked as he pulled off the curb.

“No, it’s too expensive for what I make.” Barry smiling at the mayor, turning in his seat to face Len.

“I hope you’ll love it, my friends the manager. They have a variety of food.”

“Good, I have a big appetite.” Barry said, resting his head against the seat headrest. Len smiled take a glance at Barry before going back to looking at the road.

“So Barry, you’re young, how’d you decide to become a CSI?”

“Well, my Uncle Eobard and my dad is a doctor so from a young age I was always taught about the mysteries of life. What made you want to become mayor?”

“I love this city and I grew up watching it become shitty and I wanted to save it.”

“I think you’re doing a great job, sitting down with me and listening to what I had to say, even if you don’t want to.”

“I always have time for my people, especially people who risk their lives to protect this city.” Len said, looking over at Barry with a smile. “And a cute omega looking for help.” Barry blushed, looking at his hands, the file gripped between his fingers. The rest of the ride was quiet, but quick and soon Barry was looking at the fanciest place he’d ever seen and probably the only expensive place he’ll ever go. Climbing out of the car Len hurried to the other side, opening the door and helping Barry out.

“You are certainly a gentleman Mr. Snart.” Barry tease, walking beside Len, inside the building. When they reached the podium the omega standing there had a wide smile on his face.

“Well hello mayor.” He said, smiling at Len, then at Barry.

“Hello Mark, my usual table.”

“Of course, I’ll have it set up, one moment.” The man walked away, leaving Barry and Len alone.

“They know you well?”

“I hope so, this is my building.” At this Barry looked at the mayor in surprise, Len just looked forward as he waited for the omega to return.

“You own this restaurant?”

“In a way. I stay behind the scenes, but it’s my way to give to society, it’s a proof of reformatory. Everyone hired here to is a person previously in the system. When criminals get out of jail, no one will hire them. I do, to prove that men who make mistakes can still be redeemed.”

“That is…very heroic in some way. Do people know?”

“Only the men and women that work for me. I like to keep my personal life separated from my work, this restaurant is a personal project for me.”

“I find you are a different man than you appear…a great alpha leading this city.” Len looked over at Barry with a smile.

“Thank you.” He said as Mark made his way back over.

“This way Mr. Mayor.” Mark said, leading them to the back of the restaurant, a large booth set with menus.

“So Mr. Snart, shall we order first and discuss my request.”

“No need, I’ve taken a look at the case. I had the Captain send it over, and what you said seemed to fit with what the file stated. There were errors littered throughout the file, I honestly got a headache going back and forth. Talking with David, carved out a budget to help fund the CCPD’s cold cases, starting with you uncle. You will also be allowed to assist in the case.” Len said, not taking his eyes off his menu.

“This is amazing Mr. Mayor…but if you already approved it then way have dinner with me?”

“That was pure selfishness. It’s not everyday a beautiful omega walks into my office, call me selfish if I just wanted to take you to dinner.” Barry smirked, looking down at the file for a second, running a hand through his hair. “So Barry, what would you like to drink? They have an amazing wine selection.”

“You choose, I haven’t had many experiences with wine.”

#baweeks2

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provocatxur · 4 years

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━━ ( nicola peltz + cis female + twenty-one ) oi , have you seen brynn rothschild around ? she lives in flat 17 in bedroom 3 ? i was meant to meet them this morning at bean me up before our lecture but she didn’t show . no ? well , shit . if you do see them , can you tell them i’m looking for them ? they’re a 4th year political science student from manhattan, new york & you’ll know it’s them because they might just remind you of the shattering of a chandelier on marble flooring , lipstick drawn threats left on mirrors , pointe shoes slowly wearing out , imported wine in place of company & long nights spent in porcelain tubs if that helps at all . just be careful , she can be a little mordacious , pernicious & despotic sometimes . —- oh don’t look like that , they’re usually magisterial , gregarious & winsome most of the time . ✏ kaya , 22 , she/her , pst

tw: death, drugs

P A R A L L E L S

fallon carrington ( dynasty ) , serena van der woodsen ( gossip girl )

T R O P E S

attention whore , alpha bitch , manipulative bitch , hard-drinking party girl , parental neglect , sugar and ice personality , rich bitch , i just want to be loved , dainty little ballet dancers

S U M M A R Y

the rothschild’s were the kind of family whose priorities were solely focused on their conglomerate, one that they had been building upon for generations. and while brynn and her siblings understood the magnitude of what their father did, it still didn’t provide any respite to his lack of attention. their mother doted upon them, showering them in adoration that they cherished up until her passing. at first they thought their mother’s death might have been the bridge that would have finally brought them into their father’s world, but it instead became another chasm between them, one that none of them were able to cross.

their younger years were spent together, only having each other to rely upon and for awhile that was enough. they thrived in their studies, making it a point to be at the top of their classes in the hopes that their father would acknowledge them if they were successful, even if the moment itself would be fleeting. but as more award ceremonies were missed and another ballet recital forgotten, brynn became the first one to lose faith in ever building a relationship with their father.

her acts of attention-seeking rebellion started off tame, with her arriving way past curfew, knowing her father would be none the wiser regardless. but when her father began showing interest in the two eldest siblings, declan and claire, while still ignoring the rest of them, she began her steady spiral of descent. she attended parties throughout the week and never came home until well into the next day, always looking worse for wear. social gatherings began to pass in a haze as she’d arrive intoxicated, always bordering on causing a scene until one of her siblings would pull her to the side to sober up. classes were ditched and her grades started to slip but it wasn’t until she started hanging out with the wrong crowd that her father showed any signs of acknowledging her little rebellion.

with a new crowd of people encouraging her, showering her in the attention she had craved her whole life, her spiral into drugs happened quick and fast, with her not caring enough to stop it. while her father wasn’t aware about how far she had fallen, her siblings were and they attempted to stop the fast pace her life had taken on before she’d inevitably crash. but unfortunately for them, crash she did.

finally deciding to become somewhat involved with his daughter’s life, brynn was shipped off to a school for troubled youth, spending her remaining high school years there until she was finally able to apply to university. she was no longer competitive enough for her old dream schools, a fact that loomed over head as if it were a thundercloud, but after a discussion with her older sisters, she tried her hand at applying for abroad schools, realizing that they were probably right when they said a change of pace and new scenery would do her some good.

the distance the atlantic ocean provided between her and her father was like nirvana for the blonde. no one in larnswick knew her and while they had zero expectations for her, she found it refreshing to be able to live a life where she wasn’t aiming for somebody’s acknowledgement. her accomplishments became her own and the new start left her developing a reputation for hedonism that fit well with the reputation of the avenue.

while most of her rebellious actions were left behind in her teenage years, the charismatic persona brynn presents to the world is half fabricated and half reality. with a winsome and gregarious nature that left you wanting to listen to what she had to say, it’s easy to overlook her biting remarks when they’re not directed towards you. lashing out became second nature whenever she felt cornered or like her control was slipping, remnants from a childhood of having to protect herself from the disappointment her father always brought her. selfish and needy, she has a tendency to seek affection and validation even if she won’t outright ask for it nor return it.

Q U I C K F A C T S

chose to pursue political science bc homegirl is highkey power hungry af and a control freak and just rly wants to be a politician

probably focusing on international relations or sum

use to be an avid ballerina and probably posts tik toks of her teaching stretching tips and ways to increase flexibility or how to get better arches???? but also these tik tok’s probably don’t show her face so ig no one would be none the wiser unless they watched her film them or something

god she craves attention sm and isn’t above getting it through unsavory ways????

that girl who is always D O W N. want to take another shot? sure, she’s with you. want to take a few more hits on a bong?? leggo. want to go on a spontaneous adventure at 3 am??? B E T.

that dramatic bitch who will answer the door in a silk robe looking like a wholeass widow who probably murdered her husband but acts nonchalant about it. idk how to describe the aesthetic but you know what i’m talking about with the wine glass in hand and everything

once shattered a chandelier from her family’s home and posted a pic of it on instagram with some angsty caption and a black and white filter

probably the closest she ever got to having an emo phase lbr

that bitch who is always like “not to be dramatic but....”

also is the same dramatic bitch who WILL leave you threats ( or loving messages ) on your mirror in lipstick

grege 1947 by dior if we’re being specific

you can find her pinterest board here !!

i have a wip stats page here and a connection page here

also pls hmu to plot i am begging

#theflats:intro #god i'm sick so if this is delirious and trash that's partially it #but also my normal state is being a hot mess so that would explain it too sdfghjk

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staytiny-angel · 5 years

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Safe Haven 1/?

Co-written with @scream-qween

Pairings: Drew McIntyre/Becky Lynch, Eventually Drew McIntyre/Becky Lynch/Seth Rollins, Jon Moxley/Renee Young, Sasha Banks/Bayley/Charlotte Flair

Warnings: Violence, Language

Word Count: 1819

Summary: After an 8 year absence, 25-year-old Seth Rollins returns home to his pack but in no way resembling the Beta Werewolf that ran away after a violent misunderstanding with his brothers. Seth is feral, and trapped in a form the bitten wolf shouldn't even be capable of..he is the victim of a powerful curse Meanwhile Alpha Werewolf Drew McIntyre and his part Banshee, Part Witch mate Becky Lynch have joined the unorthodox pack of Haven in search of the final member of the triad a seer told the pair they were destined to be apart of.

Taglist: @sethsevolution @feathers-and-flesh-and-wrestling @deepdisireslonging @writtingrose @pikapuff316

"We're really doing this? Asking the Scot and his Banshee for help? He's damn near feral himself and I think she might be insane" Mox says as he and Roman walk up to the secluded house at the edge of the small town their pack called home.

"That's why. If anyone could understand…maybe help snap Seth out of whatever that asshole did to our brother it's someone who's been there." Roman replied as they prepared themselves to face Drew McIntyre and Becky Lynch, the newest members of their Pack.

"Seth's been gone for years. They don't even know him." Mox argued

"Our baby brother is feral, trapped in a full shift and locked in a cage in our parents's basement. I will do anything, ask anyone for help if it means we get Seth back"

Jon opened and closed his mouth several times before finally going silent. He wasn't even the one Seth had attacked when he went beserk, it was Roman. It had Roman holding their brother until his rage had reached the standstill, he was the only person brave enough to visit him.

Roman knocked on the door a few times, they weren't knocks asking for permission in, they were demanding entrance. Sure enough, Drew McIntyre opened it, wearing a thin shirt and jeans that seemed to be sewn back multiple times. "Alpha. Alpha's brother" Jon felt the animalistic growl bubble in his throat.

Roman crossed his arms and stared at Drew. "I want to talk"

"We are talking" The Scottish wolf picked at his nails that were practically claws.

Roman snarled. "I'm serious. I need your help"

Drew rolled his eyes, called out "We have company" and lead the two wolves into the house.

From the kitchen appeared his mate, Rebecca. "Alpha." Becky greeted before her nose scrunches up.

"Why do you carry death with you?" She asks

"You can sense that?" Roman asks her

"Whoever you've been around enough that you carry their energy with you? Death is coming for them fast." The banshee replies

"Our brother is cursed." Roman explains

"Another Brother? I thought there was only the two of you?" Becky says

"Our youngest brother, Seth. He ran away long before either of you joined the Pack" Mox explains looking down "He found his way home. But he's completely feral and trapped in full-shift. All our mother can surmise is that he didn't get that way on his own. Someone cursed him."

"Are you sure it was a curse?" Drew asked, now completely serious. "If he was in full-shift long enough, he'd lose his humanity"

"Our mother could sense it on him, he smells...weird. Not like you when you showed up"

"I smelled weird?" Drew asked. "You gave half the wolves nausea, even Bayley, and she's a sweetheart," Roman says with a half-smile.

"Will you come? Our mother thinks that the curse is what's causing the full-shift, Seth was 17 when he left and he wasn't capable of that then. He shouldn't be capable of full-shift at all. He's not a born wolf. He was turned as a child." Roman continues

"How the hell did a kid survive a wolf attack?" Drew growled

"We don't know. We were really young too but Mom and Dad found him wandering in the woods outside of town as a toddler, covered in blood from head to toe with several bites." Mox growled, Drew crossing his arms. "I'll help you but I want full hunting range of the south side, I don't like sharing with your wolves"

"I-"

"Done" Roman interrupted. Drew nodded and walked out, Becky following him.

"The south side….where the mansion is. So at what point are you going to tell him about Finn and Violet?" Mox says. Neither one of them is going to appreciate this."

The Haven Pack was an odd one to be sure. Mostly because it wasn't completely made up of wolves, hell Roman, Mox and Seth's parents weren't even wolves. Their mother was one of the most powerful witches in America, and their father was a Lion Shifter, but Haven was exactly that. A Haven for Preternatural creatures that didn't have a place to belong for one reason or another. There were people, other Packs who thought Haven was an abomination, that so many different beings should never be one Pack. But if Drew and Becky could somehow help their brother? And prove they were truly trustworthy? They'd learn the Pack's greatest secret. Not many people outside of Pack knew exactly who lived in the large mansion to the South on the outskirts of Haven. That it was home to a Vampire-Demon Hybrid and his wife, the former Vampire Queen. Everyone thought Queen Violet had been murdered by her Consort when he'd been taken over by a demon. The truth was…Finn had gained a permanent bodily roommate in the form of an ancient Irish Demon King and Violet had been freed from the throne she'd never wanted.

The strange quartet made it to the large house Roman and Mox called home, laying in front of the door was a small wolf about the size of a German Shepard, tinier than the horse size Roman was.

"Hey Bayley" Mox smiled, Bayley practically jumping on him. "Hey! We discussed this! No hugs when you're in full-shift!"

Bayley tilted her head at the sight of Drew and Becky, asking a silent question.

"We think they might be able to help Seth." Roman answered, causing the small werewolf to practically vibrate with excitement.

"Bayley and her mates Sasha and Charlotte were Seth's best friends when they were kids." Mox explained. "You can usually find one of them here. Seth doesn't let anyone but our mother close enough to touch him but he does calm down if he senses one of the girls."

"That's good. He's still recognizing scents." Drew said quietly "It means he isn't actually completely feral."

"Go ahead and run watch with Jey and Nia, I'll send Sasha if anything happens" Roman told Bayley, the wolf barking, making sure to nudge Becky and Drew with her head before running off.

"She's,...friendly" Becky said.

"Yeah, she's an Omega, they're a little more...affectionate" Roman replied

"What's your brother designation?" Becky asked

"Seth is a Beta, but he's got some Alpha traits." Roman says leading the pair inside the house just as Stephanie came upstairs.

Roman and Mox's mother looked like Hollywood's stereotypical version of a witch with her waist-length dark hair, though the older woman dressed more like the biker's wife she also was then any kind of witch Drew or Becky had ever seen.

"He let me put a calming spell on him" Stephanie says hugging her sons. "So he's awake but not violent at the moment."

"Okay" Roman nodded taking a shaky breath.

"I'll be upstairs" Mox muttered.

"Is he...okay?" Becky asked.

"He doesn't like seeing Seth like this, " Stephaine says with a sigh

"I'm going to go rest." Stephanie says. "Casting on Seth is exhausting right now because I have to fight through the curse. I think the only reason I can at all is because there are still some remnants of my protection spells in Seth's necklace."

"Mom made us all protection amulets when we were younger." Roman explains

"No offense but...they didn't really work did they" Becky said, Roman crossing his arms and glaring at the Irish woman.

"They work fine actually" he snapped, barring his fangs.

"Roman" Stephanie touched his arm. "Don't fight. Just help your brother" Roman nodding in response

"They have to be recharged every few years." Stephanie explained to the pair. "Starshine hasn't been home in 8 years, I'm actually shocked there was any magic left at all. Whatever curse was put on him...I don't think it fully took. I think some of the magic from the curse recharged a bit of mine"

"Can you tell what the curse might have been for?" Becky asks the witch

Stephanie sits on the couch and yawns "I think someone was trying to turn Seth into a mindless beast. Something that could be controlled and used as a weapon. I've seen a spell like it before. I just can't seem to remember where. If we can get Seth in his right mind...maybe he can tell us more. He may not be able to do spellwork himself but he knows it when he sees it."

"If we bring his mind back, he'll still be a wolf how are...." Drew starts to say

"Elias." a male voice answers as the leader of their unorthodox pack and the Mayor of their small town, Hunter Helmsley walks Into the house looking more like a Hells Angel then a politician.

"Elias is a forest siren. He can talk to animals. He's helped us in similar situations of someone being trapped in a full shift" Roman says.

"Okay, Tamina was not my fault" Mox yells from upstairs

"Alright then, lets go meet your brother" Drew pressed on, Roman leading the two downstairs where they could hear whimpering, Roman stopping suddenly.

"Are you-" Drew started toask

"I'll be fine, I have to, for him" Roman interrupted

The basement was normal if you took out the giant cage with a horse-sized black wolf inside, pacing and looked distressed. Becky and Drew heard crashing, turning around to see Roman had fallen to his knees.

"Please, help him," Roman says, almost crying. "I can't go any further. He's broken Mom's spells before if he gets too agitated and he…doesn't like me very much even when he's not like this. I'm the reason he ran away in the first place"

When Drew and Becky moved closer to the cage, the blond streaked black wolf, wearing an amulet shaped like a shooting star stopped pacing and stared at the pair.

"You are a handsome one aren't you?" Becky says. "Drew, what do you think?"

Drew sat down in front of the cage, surprisingly graceful for someone as big as the Scot.

"I remember how you brought me out." Drew tells his mate. "I'm hoping something similar will work on him."

He says to Roman. "Becky is an odd sort of Banshee you know? Death isn't her only gift."

"Wasn't always a Banshee now was I?" The flame-haired girl retorted "You have to die to become a Banshee, but the idiots who killed me didn't know that something like me could come back as one. I do much prefer the land to the sea. The assholes did me a favor."

"My very own Ursula, do you think…" Drew said quietly

"I think I can bring his mind back on my own. Then once we can get some information from him, his mother and I can work together to bring him out of this unnatural shift."

Seth sniffed the air around them and let out a growl, going to a corner and laying down, continuing staring at Drew and Becky.

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TV Tropes: Alaska

Acting Your Intellectual Age: He has the looks of a first-grader but the mind of a seasoned mountaineer and has no interest in connecting with children that look his age. However, this could just be because he has no interest in connecting with anyone outside his ‘pack’ after what happened last time.

Adorkable: Has his moments, such as when he’s gushing about dogs. He really loves dogs.

The Alcoholic: Being Alaska, Alaska has a love for the sauce, especially salmon vodka. This usually leads him to pass out by the end.

Animal Motif: Dogs and wolves obviously. Specifically Alaskan Malamutes and Siberian Huskies for the former and Arctic Wolves for the latter.

Badass Bookworm: Loves to read but is a natural survivalist and gunslinger.

Berserk Button: For your safety, do not mention Russia or Texas within ten feet of him. Also, don’t call him small.

Big Brother Instinct: To Hawaii and by extension the other states if they are threatened as he does genuinely care about all of them even if they do think he’s rather odd.

Big Brother Mentor: Also to Hawaii by sharing his experiences to teach her that the world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. She, however, hasn’t taken on his nihilism and still believes in the best in people.

Big Eater: Given that he smokes marijuana, is a state, and is stress eater this is no big shocker.

Blue-and-Orange Morality: Being raised by wolves, Alaska has a mindset closer to animals than humans. For one Alaska, cares nothing for morality besides protecting his ‘pack’ (America and the other states) and judges things like disloyalty and irresponsibility far more harshly than someone being outright malicious. He also thinks that politicians need to start fighting to the death for their position. Literally. (This also could just be because he just hates politicians since they often lie to gain people’s favor)

Broken Bird: After so many years of tragedy and isolation, Alaska is understandably rather cynical.

Break the Cutie: See ‘Dark and Troubled Past’.

Brooding Boy, Gentle Girl: A platonic version but he is the brooding boy to Hawaii’s gentle girl.

Brutal Honesty: Everyone agrees that Alaska is probably the most honest of the states, however, his honesty is usually extremely impolite to which he just says ‘I say the truth, it’s their fault if they can’t accept’.

Byronic Hero: Alaska is snarky, stoic, stubborn, excessively cynical but is passionate about his beliefs and has a soft spot for the environment and its creatures.

Celibate Hero: While not asexual, he has little interest in ever having sex and it’s not just because he looks six.

Color Motif: White and gray.

Comically Serious: He does not understand jokes so he will often take these at face value.

Crazy-Prepared: Winter’s in his state are intense, so he leaves nothing to chance.

Dark and Troubled Past: Imagine being locked into the form of a baby, abandoned by the people who were supposed to love and protect you, find a new family in wolves only for them to be killed leaving you to survive on your own while looking a like a toddler. When you finally found someone they also die leaving you to want to curl up and die and then be adopted again but seen as odd by your adopted siblings. Yeah, Alaska having depression and anxiety makes a lot of sense.

Deadpan Snarker: Usually this, especially when at states meeting or when he’s answering asks.

Defrosting Ice Queen: Alaska is not an easy person to get along with and can be extremely rude and sarcastic especially to ask blogs that star Texas, however, it is possible for him to warm up to some people outside his family like Dave (@alaska-ask-blog-aph) or at the very least learns the ability to bite his tongue.

Emotionless Boy: Most of the time, he is extremely stoic due to the fact that when he does express emotion, he can come off as rather intense.

Everyone Has Standards: He has a strange morality, however he is openly disgusted by ‘people’ who would rip away children’s innocence.

Foil: To Hawaii. They are both disconnected states and the child of a Native mother and Caucasian parent with trauma happening to them at very young ages which caused them to act the way they do, with Alaska being very stern and no-nonsense while Hawaii is energetic and enjoys making people smile.

Friendless Background: Because of his inability to relate to children his physical age and his autism causing him panic attacks whenever he is in close proximity to others, he has very few friends other than Hawaii.

Friend to All Children: Zigzagged. He doesn’t connect with older children very well but he does have a soft spot for toddlers and babies and even makes an attempt to be openly kind to them. He also considers the worst people the ones who would purposefully steal their innocence and wouldn’t hesitate to pull his gun on such people.

Friend to All Living Things: Hey, I said humans, I never said anything about animals but yes he does love animals particularly dogs, wolves, and eagles.

Good is Not Nice: Not nice is an understatement. He has a strange moral code, is rather rude to new people, and mainly keeps to himself but if someone dares and tries to hurt his little sister or anyone in his family, they better start running.

Guilt Complex: Blames himself for what happened to his crush.

Hates Being Touched: The only one who he will willingly let touch him, much less hug him, is Hawaii. Other than not, hands-off.

Hates Their Parent: Openly refers to Russia as ‘a sperm donor’. And that’s when he’s being nice.

The Hermit: Lives like this whenever he’s at home in his state.

Hidden Depths:

Instead of hockey as one would think, he enjoys figure skating and is actually pretty good.

Not shown on the blog, yet but he actually enjoys the company of toddlers like Nunavut as they are far less complicated than people who are older.

He also enjoys writing and even creates stories in his free time. He also uses it along with his personal journal as a form of therapy for himself.

Huge Guy, Tiny Girl: Brother/Sister version. Alaska is the huge guy to Hawaii’s tiny girl, especially once they’re older where he’ll be at 5′11 to 6′0 to Hawaii’s 5′3. Justified as Alaska is one-fifth the size of the lower 48 and is larger than Montana, California, Texas COMBINED.

Human Mom, Non-Human Dad: While his biological father is Russia, his mother was a normal Yup'ik woman named Uki.

Hypocrite: Alaska calls Russia a ‘cruel, crazy manchild’ when he openly calls for the deaths of anyone who betrays their country. He also wants Hawaii to seek help when he resists any for him.

Hypocrite has a Point: To be fair, being lenient with traitors is a recipe for disaster for this country.

Ice Queen: He’s a rather cold and rude person but still a nice guy underneath.

Jerk with a Heart of Gold: Cynical, rude, stubborn are all words that would accurately describe him but also family-orientated, protective, and generous when he needs to be.

Knight in Sour Armor: He does see the world as a cold and dark and is a self-proclaimed misanthrope but still does his best to protect his family and people.

Meaningful Name: Alaska’s name Inuit name, ‘Nukilik’, means ‘strong’ and given everything, he’s gone through and still living to see today, no one can say he isn’t strong. As for his European name of ‘Peter’ meaning ‘stone’ and he is stone-faced and it’s also a nice reference to Peter the Great of Russia.

Mixed Ancestry: He’s half-Slavic, half-Inuit.

Nature Lover: Growing up most of his life in the forests of Alaska, it makes sense the woods are where he’s most comfortable especially among the animals there. He is also disgusted by hunters who hunt merely for the game and not because they need it.

Not Good with People: Type 2. My beloved grumpy boy is unsurprisingly not good with people as he can’t understand their feelings or why he offended him. However, he is good at reading the feelings of animals and emphasizes more with them.

No Social Skills: Justified due to both his upbringing. He also is very indifferent to having them at the end of the day.

Older Than They Look: Being a state this a given. However where he differs, since he was born in 1800, he’s actually older than most states but since he was basically deserted by Russia he was never given the ability to grow.

Only Sane Man: Certainly sees himself as this among the other states as he feels that they play bloated, bureaucratic politics far too much instead of working together to help their father.

The Pessimist: Alaska physically can’t bring himself to hope in the best in people since all he’s seen was the worst in people since he was young when everyone he loved just ditched him or died.

Raised by Wolves: Played completely straight. After his mother’s tribe abandoned him in the woods an Alpha She-Wolf who had just lost her pups adopted Alaska.

Socially Awkward Hero: Alaska can scale mountains, survive massive earthquakes, and survive on his own for years. However, the ability to interact with humans or even other anthropics is the hard part.

Strong Family Resemblance: Besides his dark skin, black hair, and eye shape, Alaska is basically a younger version of Russia. This has gotten him into quite a bit of trouble like when he was accused of being a communist during the McCarthy era due to his Russian heritage and Belarus has tried to kidnap him on more than one occasion.

Sugar-and-Ice Personality: In spite of cold, loner nature and dislike for society in general, Alaska at his core is a genuinely familial, protective person who just wants to take care of those he cares about. This is best showcased in his relationship with Hawaii, who might be the only person he openly gives affection to and he did go as Elsa twice just to make her happy even if it was embarrassing for him.

Trauma Conga Line: Abandoned, seen as a threat, had his pack murdered, only person he ended up caring about dying, and nearly froze to almost-death. All when he looked 2. Someone get this boy a therapists.

Used to Be a Sweet Kid: When he was young, Alaska was a sweet and gentle boy, even while living with his wolf pack. However, due to the many tragedies in his life, he has become extremely bitter and cynical towards the world.

When She Smiles: Has given a few in some comics and chats. He even admits that the main reason he loves Hawaii (as a sister) is that she is one of the few people who can make him give a genuine smile.

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THERE IS NO SAFE WORD

ATEH MALKUTH, VE-GEBURAH, VE-GEDULLAH, LE-OLAHM...

Anybody who understands my music will never be unhappy again. Beethoven. That sounds like a cue for a song...and here it is...

Well, now we know the actual defined amount of stubborn dumb stupidity for sure in America. Over 70 million morons. Loved seeing Trump jr call on his dad to wage ‘Total war’ (A phrase Goebbels used in Berlin 1943 when the allies were approaching... and we know how that ended, go on Big Don, do the honourable thing for the first time in your foul life.) Junior also said ‘It’s time to clean up this mess and stop looking like a banana republic’. Why yes son, it is, so off you all pop. Daddy is busy implanting his loyalists in the Pentagon and already thinking of running in 2024 but by then he should either be in prison or in exile on a tiny freezing Scottish island with a one hole golf course where he can still cheat. Seems likely he, family and their backers are planning to make good use of their through the looking glass rabies crazed sheep and continue to destabilize America for the Kremlin. Loved that the orange psychopath tweeted early ‘I WON THIS ELECTION, BY A LOT!’ and watched as he demanded all votes be counted...and the more they were, the more he lost by. HILARIOUS.

And his call to arms to ‘Stand back and stand by’ to The Proud Boys, who are not far right Nazi thugs at all no sir. To misuse Hunter S Thompson’s genius for the hundredth time, I hope that this is where the wave (of populist filth Trump has been riding) finally breaks and rolls back. But over 70 million morons say different. The 80 million who voted for the other guy must be happy there are so many who can clean the streets and fill the shelves at food shops. Education needs to be improved in America and Britain next year, a ‘LOT’.

January 20th 2021...Celebrate with joy the end of a despotic douche bag...allow the world to feel lighter. Republicans, you should feel ashamed. America, this bastard has been undoing your Constitution like a prom queen’s girdle for a button mushroom quickie rape for four years and couldn’t have cared less about Covid and how many of you died...as he said ‘It is what it is’. So SAD!!!! Arf. Donald, you are and were nothing more than a spoiled five year old brat with as much empathy for humanity as a lizard. A banishing ritual will need to be performed in around the White House...call up the Native Indians, the witches and South Park and cleanse the area of astral poison. The swamp will be drained when the deranged incubus’s entire family of scheming wannabe aristocrats vacates for good.And don’t let him sit at a little table to pardon them and himself.Lowlifes...speaking of whom...

It has taken a lot to make me smile this year (what, you too huh?) but seeing Rudy Giuliani giving a press conference between a porn book store and a funeral parlour in a parking lot did it. The T family, Jared, Rudy, Pompeo, Paula White (the Unchristian millionaire), the slurring ‘star witness’ Melissa Carone, spokeswoman Kayleigh with her cute little cross and all the rest of those despicable liars must all be flushed down the drains, no second chances, repentance or absolution.And as for Dr Scott Atlas telling the American public to ‘rise up’ against the safety measures called for by the state against Covid...A doctor telling you to ignore the rule against large indoor gatherings etc. A doctor.RISE UP? 12 million cases in the US as of mid November...254 thousand dead. That number is rising fast. Good luck from keeping the world falling on you Atlas, Wonder what the orange one offered him to blab such stinking dung. Another doctor with a hypocritical oath.

The smug toad Steve Bannon on yet another shitestirring podcast,spoke about beheading virologist Dr Fauci and the Director of the FBI Christopher Wray...‘I’d put the heads on pikes, right. I’d put them at the two corners of the White House as a warning to federal bureaucrats, you either get with the programme or you are gone.’Twitter banned him outright (and how long did that take?) but the ever wonderful facebook didn’t think that advocating murder online like any other good fundamentalist was reason enough. They believe in the first amendment, hurrah for the robot Zuckerberg.Like? Dislike? Delete, good luck.

And meanwhile the EU budget, involving 673 billion pounds for Covid connected concerns has been blocked by the continuing charming behaviour of Hungary and Poland. And why would they do that at this time of dire need? Why, because the release of the funds is dependent upon the rule of actual law in each of the countries to which the money is allocated. They have some very naughty politicians there who are upset about this and the darlings have taken it personally. These men could well be directly responsible for hundreds of unnecessary deaths. Hungary’s PM Orban said the clause would ‘jeopardise trust’ between member states. Well pal, they already don’t trust you due to your actions in the last ten years over freedom of speech, assembly, judges etc etc.

The Polish ‘Justice’ minister said the clause was ‘...really an institutional political enslavement, a radical limitation of sovereignty’. Sounds like Nigel Farage.(btw, Love that he lost 10 thousand pounds betting on his golden mate to win the US Presidential election. Oh well, you can pick that up fast enough from taking the Euros you rail against eh? Got to relish the classic two faced double English standards he stoops so low to wave so high) Anyway, I digress, if it seems unfair to Poland and Hungary that they act more like actual democracies rather than extremist populist swine, perhaps they should also leave the EU and team up with Mother Russia and Uncle China.Again, Vladimir must be well pleased with how Europe and America are collapsing.

Belarus...the ‘police’ are beating up women, using stun grenades on unarmed pensioners and teens. These are not police and have nothing to do with any law other than that of the jungle. Lukashenko is their Trump, a man who always swore his country would be independent of Russia and then accepts 1.5 billion dollars in loans. Good luck with paying back the interest with your soul Alex, needs must when the Devil drives eh? Loved how those loyal to the dictator described the protestors as truants and transsexuals’. 150,000 of them? Seems a lot. But never mind, hired thugs and sadists are always easy to come by, whatever the country and whatever the year. Easy work and fun if you enjoy it, conscience free. Sure they are just trying to feed their families.

China wants a global QR Covid code, making tracking humans even easier via their brilliant technology. Let’s see who falls for that one, would you want yet more personal data known by those who created the virus and shot their own children? (For the record, I do not think Covid was taken over there and released by enemy agents and I certainly don’t think it was created by accident any more than the updated version will be.) Making a fortune out of others’ misfortune seems quite like disaster capitalism for communists. Drug companies will be hoping the 19 virus will ‘mutate’ to 21 and 22 in order that we will all need annual vaccines.

Prague, on the anniversary of the Czechoslovakian Velvet Revolution on November 17th, 250,000 march against their PM, (an ex informer to the communists) who has been Premier for too many years...another rich businessman deep in corruption scandals, I loved his comment after witnessing the thousands that he didn’t ‘understand’ why they were doing it. That said, there were many protesting against the use of...face masks. Ok, by all means choose not to wear them. Then stay the hell away from everyone else until you are vaccinated and don’t you dare go to hospital when you fall ill. Deal?

Englerland...The manic baldhead liar Cummings has at last been kicked out of Downing Street and a fine and noble advisor he was to the PM eh? Herd immunity my arse. Seems possible he might work for Farrage and continue destroying the system from within. Fnord. God help us all, the ‘UK’ is hosting the United Nations Climate Change conference in November 2021 and taking the presidency of the G7 in January...with Boris at the helm? Nobody takes this blustering useless lying cretin seriously unless their jobs depend on him. Tory supporters, what does it take for you to see reason, how much evidence of unending failure? At very least replace the Chumocracy rampant in the government or Doom, damnation, despair, death and more doom will repeat.Nice to see we get the vaccine tested on us first...guinea pigs are safer for the rest of the world on an island...

Fascinated to see that 20m pounds were not available for poor children’s free school meals but 21 million in taxpayers’ money for a go between businessman to get PPE (piss poor excuse/personal protection equipment) for NHS staff, was. How much did the go between pocket? 55 thousand dead in UK, fifth in the world,so proud of the levels of national intelligence and Govermental planning. Brexit and Covid in a double whammy with the most incompetent and corrupt government in my lifetime. As John Lydon used to rant on a perfect loop;’ This is what you want, this is what you get’. Possibly I am abusing his actual meaning, sorry Johnny. No future for the UK...None for me anyway...

Was the UK and America’s snowflake nonsense, seeded with the birth of instagram, tik tok et al/ forums with young folk seeking approval from their peers and feeling important when they were ‘Liked’? A few years later in the (ha ha) real world, they are easily insulted by others who do not find them having much depth or value. Kids’, being ‘liked’ is not the same as being respected, or loved. Pretend alpha males, being feared is not respect either.

‘Since words contain both denotations (referents in the sensory-existential world) and connotations (emotional tones or rhetorical hooks) humans can be moved to action, even by words which have no real meaning or reference in actuality. This is the mechanism of demagoguery, advertising and much of organised religion’ RAW. It also explains why, in tandem with tones, symbols and an altered brain speed,directed Will can cause change in ‘realities’. The litany of ritual, the mantras of magick and images focused to fire with the Tantric arrow. Oops, missed again. Anyway...back to the negativity☺‘

...as population increases, wages fall but later prices increase....and the relation between them –is to be considered the index of revolutionary potential...and can be predicted as precisely as eclipses in astronomy’. Robert Anton Wilson, The Widow’s Son (Hilaritas Press) 1985.

Thanks to Covid, hundreds of thousands of businesses have collapsed; the jobless or part timers are unable to pay rent or feed their families...and receive little or no support from governments who have either pocketed their taxes or just given rewards and contracts to their friends. The overload stress levels and knock on effect on those who had the virus and still suffer -or those who could not get into hospital for treatment will be massive. Every populist knows there has never been a better time to manipulate the fear and anger of the masses. Demonstrations, riots and harsher laws will spread each creating their own chain reaction.Watch out for Nationalists pointing fingers, don’t buy their snake oil. Avoid giving groups like QAnon any of your energy, paranoia is a creepy way to live and a sleazy way to die.

Ten months of reading emails which come across like distress signals or suicide notes from friends or that scene in Interstellar when the son knows his father could be dead by the time the message gets through. BUT...‘Help may arrive invisibly and unexpectedly from unknown sources’. Be open to this. Be sensitive and attuned to quantum parallels, there is a reaction going on to all the uff and crud, sidestep, step to the side... Allwhere and all now. You don’t need to ‘believe’ this, just be aware, sense it.

TANA, ORPHEUS, ARADIA, LUCIFER (or Robin, Marian, Orfee, Bride, all ye gentry come from Side)...Protection and guides, projected archetypes created by our minds and evolved by themselves...

We, as a species, exist in a world in which exists a myriad of data points. Upon these matrices of points we superimpose a structure and the world makes sense to us. The pattern of the structure originates within our biological and sociological properties.Persinge and Lafreniere.1977.

The intelligence should direct the will. Aquinas. The light of the body is the eye; if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body will be full of light. Matt6:22.

Have tied the last five years together and I have a feeling my time in this country is coming to an end, give it seven months perhaps. Thank you for reading, hope some was entertaining...Withe much Love from Donkey Oti, and Onan the Barbarian, stay healthy, wishing you the best Christmas and 2021 possible, Ba-ra-ka, Et in Arcadia Ego . Love, always.

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