#like a less hostile victor

[bklynmusicnerd]

I did watch the episode, but tbh an entire week of sociopathic mooch is a special type of torture so I'm not paying attention as much as I usually do, just a couple of thoughts.

I'm glad the shifts in Nik that I was picking up on were legit and they had Nik express remorse to Spencer about how much he failed him as a father*. Nik failing Spencer the way he did was tragic and it felt like Spencer was the only one processing that tragedy. I'm glad the writers and AH in his performance remembered who Nik is at his essence. Nik tries. He cares. He feels it when he disappoints the people he loves.

That emotional core should always be embedded in Nik and I saw glimpses of the Nik I know in those scenes with Spencer. I also love how protective they're writing Nik and Spencer in regards to each other. Spencer wants Nik to stay and fight the charges. Nik refuses to let Spencer take the blame for being preyed upon and is the first one to really acknowledge Spencer as a victim of sociopathic mooch and her serial killer father.

It was damn near a perfect full circle moment to the chapel scenes, and I'm glad AH and NAC got to play a type of closure to those scenes. I still think it's embarrassing how hard Nik and Spencer are trying to convince themselves that demon spawn is a Cassadine (sure 🥴), but Spencer aiding Nik in bonding with demon spawn was sweet and another glaring sign that he is finally over his domestic nonsense.

All in all, so much of Spencer's arc got derailed by the sociopathic mooch agenda and it was nice to see Spencer's original arc, a boy desperate to reconnect with his father, brought back to the forefront for him. I think at bare minimum, it's important for Spencer's growth that he let's go of his Nik pain and this was a big step in that direction.

That was the resentment that made him so easy for sociopathic mooch to manipulate and weaponize. Her having any residual power over him was tied to the Nik of it all. By reconciling some of those issues instead of doubling down on them, Spencer is freeing himself of all of that, which is what Trina has been trying to convince him to do for a while.

#general hospital #spencer cassadine #nikolas cassadine #nik expecting spencer to run with him is so funny #like a less hostile victor #spencer is not voluntarily separating from trina idk why these ppl don't get that by now 😭 #*why did i call nik spencer mother's 😭 #just say no to post-award show posting smh

[carionto]

Too tough for paradise

One peculiar side effect of Humans hailing from a Deathworld is that their biological well-being is partly dependent on some degree of microscopic hostility from the environment and what they consume.

It is normal among most species that, should their surroundings change to more hospitable conditions, their minds and bodies would feel relief and be under less stress. However, as with any changes, if they deviate too far too quickly from their normal, you risk damage from a sudden shock to the system.

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Abigail "Abby" Hostaz had been legally grounded by the Gyin-Trov due to her, ahem, "expansion of business" without the right permits. Not that she bothered to learn that nobody outside Human controlled space in the Galactic Coalition would allow the creation of a deadly asteroid race track AND let sentient beings directly pilot ships through it.

Hell, finding an Alien crazy enough to partake in an activity even most Humans consider insane is one in a trillion. She still did find seven non-Humans, so that math actually is within a reasonable margin. Everything else is not reasonable.

The local Gyin-Trov government learned of the true nature of her activities when a rogue asteroid suddenly appeared on their threat detection systems. The unnatural change of course quickly pointed to where she had set up her latest "thrill track", which the authorities rapidly dismantled, impounded her vessel, named "Victor", and put her under house arrest in the Human embassy awaiting the conclusion of the investigation and subsequent trial.

While station based embassies are effectively fully contained perfect habitats for the respective species, planet based ones tend to adopt a lot of the local elements and integrate what they can simply due to proximity and availability.

Humans, the resourceful buggers that they are, used everything the planet had to offer (that wasn't outright lethal to Humans, which in the case of the Gyin-Trov homeworld were only a few pollen producing crops found in the poles of the planet).

A combination of a almost perfect temperature range (near constant lows of 14C at night, highs of 21C mid-day), slightly higher moisture levels, and bio-engineered local flora that made the water into this somewhat thicker soup containing virtually every nutrient, vitamin and mineral a carbon-based lifeform could ever want, leaving little for the digestive system to tackle. Heck, just being within a field of such plants lets the body absorb everything for healthy survival.

In short, the Gyin-Trov homeworld, also named Gyin-Trov, is as close to Utopia as you can get.

Aaaaaaand Abby is not having a fun time there.

It's not like she was imprisoned - she was allowed to wander around the city and surrounding area under light supervision, she even had her cat, Hector, with her. But there just wasn't enough excitement to be found anywhere.

They had arcades and various physical activities, but she never felt her body grow tired after hours of competitive gaming and contests. No feeling of hunger or exhaustion ever disturbed her focus. The only thing that kept Abby from becoming, essentially, a zombie perpetually engaged in whatever activity was most fun at the moment was the inherent nature of the Human brain - it gets... wobbly after a while and needs sleep.

Not even a week had passed and people noticed Abby had become... different. No strong reactions to anything, no outbursts of some crazy ideas, just a general positive but not quite cheerful apathy. The Human ambassadors had experienced a much milder version of this, and it is theorized that they did not deem it as concerning due to the simple fact the ambassadors always had something to do, and more importantly - something that put their minds, if not bodies, to the test. Regular challenges, worries, and stress from work in general kept them on edge in some ways.

Abby was just waiting around, "put on vacation" as one of the ambassadors had put it. After a couple of more days of this peace, she seemed more like a automaton than anything else. Mindlessly going from place to place, trying out whatever activities were available, but clearly none offered anything close to the level of excitement and danger she had grown so used to. Not even the flawed thirty year old Human body she was in offered any surprises or discomforts.

Everything was just perfectly fine.

When the paperwork finally cleared and she was issued a fine and formally banned from engaging in any construction efforts in Gyin-Trov controlled space, she was reunited with Victor, and the personality changes she had undergone during her short time were seemingly instantly reversed.

Once she was in her ship and the self-diagnostics showed a few blinking lights, Abby immediately became energized and took action. Breathing in the recycled air with a hint of dry rust made that old bruise on her right side make itself known again. She pulled an all-nighter making repairs and "adjustments" to Victor and collapsed from exhaustion on the hard floor.

The next day, she was already near the border to neutral space when she noticed a dwarf planet with a rock formation in the shape of a trebuchet (very vaguely, if you squint really, really hard, and imagine half of the parts), and that gave her an idea.

All the while, Hector the cat did not exhibit any noticeable changes during his stay with Abby on Gyin-Trov. Maybe just a few more hours of sleep per day than normal.

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humanity fuck yeah #carionto #story

[turbulentscrawl]

Poly Potential (IDV x Reader)

These are just my personal musings on some potential x reader polyships with the IDV characters. Some characters, in my opinion, would be okay with it only in specific dynamics.

(I’m fine with writing poly that goes against these HCs and, as an extra note, Ada and Emil have a ridiculously unhealthy relationship so I’m 100% good to do xreader stuff where they’re not together.) I’ll likely remake this later, when I’m familiar with more characters.

Using Luchino's header bc I havent had a chance to yet

Characters who I think are poly themselves:

Luchino (Hunter&Survivor)

I think this one is pretty self-explanatory. Most reptiles aren’t monogamous, and Luchino has other things to concern himself with than being his partner’s only source of affection and vice versa. He doesn’t really care who else you spend your time with and expects the same courtesy in return. As long as you respect the plans you make together, there’s no issue.

Fiona

I’m not sure about the extent of her eldritch worship, but I think her focus on that makes her a more open to atypical relationship dynamics and a less open to hard legal commitments like marriage. Poly works out well for that particular combo.

Patricia

She just strikes me that way? She yearns for a sense of belonging, and having multiple lovers means multiple “homes” for her heart. She’s a bit picky about her partners, though.

Some situational poly opportunities:

Norton x Naib x Reader Triad

Norton and Naib get one another on a level they don’t even have to voice. They’re kinda in their own little bubble away from reality and, while I think they’d both be okay sharing the other with a 3rd party, they’d both strongly prefer to like the same person. That way you would also be in their bubble rather than one of them stepping out. This triad would work best if you’re more laid back. Norton has to step away when his personality swings, and Naib does his own thing behind the scenes, so there will be times when neither can hang around. Don’t let that make you doubt their love, though.

Wu Chang x Reader…Triad?

This one is pretty depressing because I think Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu were lovers before, but they can’t have direct contact anymore. That said, they are aware of one another’ presence and have implicit trust in one another. So if one of them fell for you, there’s a very good chance the other would fall for you too, and they have no issues sharing. It’s both sweet and sad because you’d be important to them both as a lover, and as a messenger for them to speak again.

Luca x Reader x Victor

This one’s pretty straightforward, I think. They have a good rapport with one another, and are generous about sharing. They’re also both pretty straightforward communicators—though Victor may take a bit longer to address things—so any jealousy issues can be easily resolved. There’s room for this to be a triad, as well.

Reader x Emil x Ada

This set up would be very difficult to get into, and more than a tad hostile. Emil loves Ada, and he very much could love another, but Ada is possessive and controlling. This would only work if you had an established friendship with Ada before you met Emil, AND if you were susceptible to her manipulation. This is the only way she trusts you enough to let you around Emil—she knows you’ll accept her guidelines for not interfering with their ‘treatment progress’—and then Emil develops feelings quickly because you already have a rapport with Ada and you must be as nice as she is. This could potentially be a triad, but it somehow gets even more unhealthy that way as Ada’s laser-focus for Emil would leave you to be neglected by her a lot.

Joker x Reader x Margaretha

Under normal circumstances, I don’t think either of these two are willing to share a partner. But since they both still have feelings for one another on some level, they can understand why you would too. there’s potential for this to become a triad as well, if you’re a good enough wingman and can convince Margaretha to stop burying her feelings so much.

Edgar x Reader x Frederick

Under normal circumstances they’d both prefer you be exclusive with them, but there’s a unique exception when it comes to each other. They both think their respective art mediums are superior to others, and strive to reach perfection in their work. While they don’t share appreciation for the same art form, they respect one another’s discernment and tenacity. And, clearly, you have wonderful taste to have picked them both out. This set of relationships works in the long-run too, as Frederick is concerned with appearances, reputation, and family names, so he would want to marry. Edgar doesn’t care nearly as much about such things, and is content to be in your life without a ring and a vow involved.

Kevin x Reader x Emily, Fiona, or Patricia

It’s a bit of a mixed bag here, as I think each of the three ladies have different likelihoods of engaging in poly relationships, but Kevin is the more important element here. He would be okay with having a poly partner, but only if the other partner(s) was a woman. He’s too competitive with other men, and it would turn toxic if left to fester. Additionally, one of these three women would be best because he’d feel weird if your other partner was too much younger than him.

Characters who would never, under ANY circumstances, be okay with you having more partners:

Ithaqua

He. Does not. Share. This guy is as close as it gets to yandere that I’m willing to write, and he really toes the line.

Freddy

Let’s be honest, he’s just a bad person. He’s possessive and will do anything to keep you all to himself. If you’re very charismatic (or very gullible) he might be convinced long enough for you to get another partner…but then get toxic. He will go out of his way sabotage your other partner(s) just like he did Leo. And he WILL do his best to make it look like everyone but him is the issue to convince you to give up polyamory forever.

Andrew

You could convince him to let you have another partner, but it would doom your relationship. Andrew’s insecurities would eventually get the best of him, and he would break up with you, unable to take seeing you with someone “better” while he gets “strung along like a fool.”

Anne

She’s too untrusting of people now. Loving one person enough to overcome the betrayals she’s suffered is already remarkable for her, but loving more than one, or loving someone who has other lovers that might be scheming behind her back is too large of a trauma-based roadblock for her to overcome.

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #identity v #poly #turbulentscrawl #multiple idv characters

[karimationkat]

Consider:

GLADIATOR AU

The RGBY group were literally created to fight, so, why not make them literally gladiators?

(they're all adults in the main story, tsc&tco&vic are brothers and only them)

Tsc is the son of a noble called Noogai (didn't feel like calling the father alan) and is called Secundus.

Despite Noogai trying to have TSC become a senator, TSC still longs for fights and arts. One time during a gladiator fight his eyes got caught on the RGBY. Idk where to go from here on.

I haven't got names for the RGBY group but they'll probably be called after their signature colour, let's just say people have colourful hair just because

Ruber, Viridis, Caeruleus, Flavus (pretend this is yellow) are despite different backgrounds friends and are gladiators duh

Now, there are different ways to end up as a gladiator is by being a slave forced to, criminal whose punishment it is or sometimes just someone who wants the fame and glory of a gladiator.

First thoughts:

Red is the son of a criminal and one himself too. Not because he wanted but because he was forced. (Herobrine is the father and it's more or less based on avm)

Green was someone who had nothing and decided to give it a try and became gladiator because of that.

Blue might have had severe debts, either because he tried to help people or because of his addiction or both. So, he had to become an gladiator.

Yellow. He was a slave and the son of a former wealthy citizen, therefore educated. Thanks to that he was to tutor for the children of a wealthy family. Later, due to trouble he kept causing because of his curious yet careless nature, he was just sent to a gladiator school.

Not sure if I want to stick with these ideas.

Anyway...

In ancient rome if the father did not accept the infant, they could be left to die.

So. In Victim's case this is what happened. Despite being left to die, he was found and adopted by a lower family. Everyone knew that Vic was the abandoned child of Noogai and so did Vic. Which made him resent Noogai and fuel his determination to become a wealthy merchant/citizen/senator idk.

Idk what his latin name will be. Maybe one he gave himself? Victor. You see what I did there right?

The chosen one however was the first accepted child. But TCO was a difficult and rebellious child, which was why he got mistreated by Noogai who tried to use violence and strict measures to discipline him but it never worked. At one point, to gain freedom, him and TDL run away together.

Maybe we can call him Electus?

The dark lord. I'm not sure what to do with him yet. Because technically he did serve under Alan, so, he might be a former noble turned slave and because he was educated, he was Noogai's assistent. However because of Noogai's cruelties, he understood why TCO was so hostile towards him and both of them bonded over that and ran way later.

They're both currently wanted.

I'm not sure where to put the mercenaries, purple and king orange yet. Maybe later.

#alan becker #animation vs minecraft #animation vs animator #ava #Ignore all the spelling mistakes #idk what im doing #I just had this idea while listening to gladiator by jann #ava gladiator au

[howl-fantasies]

Hello Author-san! If you have time... I'd like to request Gotham characters realizing they've been a total douche towards [name].

I re-read all your stories recently (still amazing, like I'm reading them for the first time amazing) and I noticed that a lot of Gotham people(😆) are (most of the time) always very mean towards [name] even when [name] always clean up after them 🤔

I just wanna see them realize [name] needs some love too- 😤

Take care Author-sannnn 💛

Awwww it's so cute, thank you for your request and compliments ♥️ They weren't the best frenemies I have to say and often are ungrateful little brats with her indeed.

Don't worry, Y/N doesn't mind at all. If anything, she finds their hostility amusing. Especially coming from Oswald and Edward who she sees as moody teens: claiming they hate you but desperately asking for your help when they aren't able to do the most simple thing. The irony is just *chef kiss* 😂

It was quite hard to write about Jim since he's so attached to the law, what's right and wrong. Being a little bit nice with Y/N is as hard for him as beeing genuinely nice with Oswald. But he realizes she can be good, sort of.

Warning: English mistakes, it's not my first language, I'm working on it. Violence, bad words.

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Oswald Cobblepot

"That freaking harlot!"

He was fuming, as his phone was crashed against the hard wood of his desk, Oswald cursed again thinking about the end of his call with Y/N.

Behind him, Victor watched their boss screeches like an angry bird, slapping the poor device again and again. Penguin was easy to anger, he thought. So easy, his dear wife made it a sport to irks him as many times as she could per day.

He felt his own phone buzz in his heart pocket. She broke another record doing it, he knew, winning their bet in doing so in less then 30 seconds. He owed her a calzone.

"YOU'RE NOT LISTENING AREN'T YOU VICTOR?!"

The killer first blinked. Admiring a new shade of red growing on Cobblepot's furious face. Then, shrugged in carefree way.

"I KNEW IT! Stop thinking about this stupid excuse of a woman!" yelled the little man while finishing the massacre of his now dead phone.

"Boss." He called.

"Whut now, Zsasz?!"

"Why don't you just stop working with Y/N? You can't stand her and know I'm perfectly able to annihilate about anyone in town... " Victor stated flatly.

Oswald scoffed like the bald man had insulted his dear mother. "That's utterly stupid!" He said, now throwing him a hard glare, soon joined by another scoff. "Your idiotic wife is irking, acting like she owns any freaking place she's standing in, is demanding ridiculously high compensation for anything she's asked to do"

The killer nodded at each point made, making a few "Uh-uh" here and there.

"But she's useful. And I don't have to explain every steps of my plans to her, because she already knows, Victor. That damn woman is already en route to do the job before I even have to open my mouth!" Penguin yelled angrily. At him, her or about the fact that he recognized some qualities to the woman? Zsasz didn't know.

And didn't even have the time to ask, since Oswald was now pointing him with an accusating finger. "THAT makes her, and trust me it's killing me to say it: valuable. Very valuable. But also dangerous. And you're suggesting that I stop working with her?! For what? My rivals to contact her immediately and ask her to annihilate me? When she's rivaling freaking mediums when it comes to predict my next actions?! You're very capable with your guns, but against her?! This snake-woman would destroy YOU and ME. Or more likely will use YOU to destroy ME. No. Way. Not a chance! "

Zsasz raised a bored brow. "So much faith in me, boss. It stings you know."

Still in front of him, Cobblepot slammed his elegant cane on the hard floor. "It's faith in her that I have, faith to make you do whatever she wants, without even have to break a sweat", Oswald deadpaned.

"Order me to kill her then." Shrugged the henchman without any emotion on his face or in his tone.

Cobblepot jolted like the thunder hit him. "What?!" He whisper-yelled. "Are you MAD?!" Now he was definitely yelling. "Aren't you her husband?! How dare you even suggest it?!" Pacing around like a lion inside of its cage, Penguin now used his cane to point at him. "First you want to put her on the side, taking her job, and now you want to shoot her to death?! Yes, of course, the woman deserves a strike from Karma, but this! You're supposed to be ready to die for your lover VICTOR, not be ready to be the one killing them!" Zsasz was pretty sure the walls were shaking with how loud the new King of Gotham was.

All of sudden, Oswald froze, his cane still pointing at him and his eyes wide. "You don't deserve her." He whispered before his voice was back to normal. "I forbid you to do it, Victor. I absolutely forbid you to even point the barrel of your gun at any part of her body, do you hear me?"

Zsasz's face was still blank as he shrugged and nodded. "Fair mistake, thought you hated her you know. Just wanted to help here."

Oswald gritted his teeth angrily. "If anything, be grateful for all the work she does and the affection she's showing you, when all you deserve would be her incredible silver tongue to work against you and make you stab yourself in the knee."

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Oswald Cringebblepot

Go find Ed. I need to talk to him.

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Y/N

Already called him, he's on his way.

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Oswald Cringebblepot

Thank you. And good work.

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Y/N

Did you let Strange play with your brain again Oswald?

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Oswald Crazbblepot

I'm just being polite, harlot. Doesn't hurt to be from time to time.

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Y/N

Ok, Creepbblepot.

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-------- 1 New Message --------

Victor Zsasz

I'm formally forbidden to shoot you.

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Y/N

My, oh my. Look at how tables have turned. Thought he would want me dead after my last pun on the phone.

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Victor Zsasz

Reverse psychology.

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Y/N

You never cease to amazed me.

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Victor Zsasz

What can I say?

I do good work.

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Y/N

👌👏

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EDWARD NYGMA / THE RIDDLER

Calling Y/N, the second most prolific assassin in town, names was at this point a constant for him.

She never held any grudge against him for that, still answering his messages whenever they came and teasing him to no end. So what's changed?

Seated on one of the sofa's of his hideout, Riddler was intensely watching his phone. More exactly the last message sent to the woman, that she saw, he could tell, but which she didn't answer. 3 hours without a single irritating "Riddlie, RiddLame or Riddl-ED". What happened?

"Cat got your tongue? Would be the first time. Not so surprising to finally see your microscopic wit running dry." He sent.

Again. A simple "seen" under his text, but no answer. Not a single word. He tsked, clearly irritated.

"Not so surprising to get no answer when all you do is insulting her intelligence." Muttered a well-known voice from the mirror standing in the corner of the room.

"Shut it. Her so-called intelligence is nothing compare to our genius. Pointing it out isn't even an insult, it's just a fact" Snapped the man in green.

"Genius. Yes, that's what we are. But she's no simpleton. Far from it actually. And even you know that. You should be nicer with her... " Answered his reflexion in a shy voice.

"I. Said. Shut it. ED. Don't start to try to put some sickly sweet sentiments into the link I share with Y/N." Said Riddler angrily while facing the damn mirror, his eyes glaring at those much more softer he saw in front of him.

"Our link." Ed slowly answered.

Stunned by his words, Riddler felt more than he saw his head moving slightly back from the shock. "What?" He now whispered.

"Our link. Y/N is my friend too. She was even before she knew you", Ed said, straightening his shirt awkwardly.

This time, his whole body jolted. His mouth opened wide incredulously. The surprise was short though, soon replaced by hot anger.

"Friends? She didn't even talk to you, stupid! Just answered the riddles you wrote on a ridiculous card for Kringle and forgot in the interrogation room, like the idiot you are. Y/N happened to be here waiting for Jimbo to question her. You call that being friend?!" Riddler mocked.

Ed lowered his eyes but still shrugged. "She knew someone was behind the tainted mirror and ask them to tell the author of the riddles it was quite good. It was nice. And friendly." He argued.

"You're being delusional." Deadpaned Riddler. The man glanced at his phone again, in case this crazy conversation made him miss a notification from her.

"Who is delusional thinking about calling a friend someone he always mocks and insults?" Ed's voice taunted. Who would have thought the poor and nice little Ed had that in him?

"Don't. Just don't try to make me feel guilty Ed. Y/N isn't your fragile Kringle or your damn librarian! Calling each other names but still answering when being contacted IS how our friendship works. Always have been and will always be." Riddler spat, gritting his teeth angrily.

"So we can so brilliantly see." Ed chastised, his eyes opening comically as he lifted the hand holding his phone tightly.

"Y/N is a practical and logical woman, Ed. She 100% KNOWS it and don't need any praise to feel secure or any kind of exterior validation to acknowledge the brilliant mind she already knows she has! Her confidence as well as her sharp mind are why I like her so much! And it's also why she's MY friend. "

He saw the hurt he caused on Ed's face. The ex-forensic was left with no answer, his mouth wide open in shock.

"You know, I'm Ed's friend too, RiddLack-of-gentleness. But thanks for your lovely words, got me all flustered, RidDEar" Came Y/N's flat voice from his right hand. When did he call her? One look at his reflexion answered him. Ed was smiling like a kid seeing his prank working even better than he first imagined.

Now it was Riddler's turn to turn pale, opening stupidly his mouth but with no sound coming from it.

"Cat got your tongue?" The woman mocked.

Was it a screech which finally came from him? A high pitched scream? He wasn't too sure. But a very shameful sound, it was certain.

"Oh." She sounded confused for a second. "Bad time maybe? Never thought about Narcisse doing anything else than drowning himself..." Her innuendo made him livid, but still too shocked to answer intelligibility.

"Didn't want to interrupt your little self-care time dear. My texts weren't working so I called. I'll call back later" She was now purring, ending the call before he collected himself enough to yell at her.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Finally boomed his voice in direction of the mirror.

"Let her know how precious she is to us" Sang Ed's voice just before he disappeared, letting Riddler see his disheveled and sweating state. Joke was on him. Definitely.

JIM GORDON

"... I don't understand. I fucking don't understand."

Rambling like a mad man was becoming his habit. A bad one if you ask any sane person. But here in Gotham? He was simply getting acclimated to the city.

"How the hell can you take it so fucking well?!" He asked Harvey, watching the old cop who was calmly sipping his coffee and enjoying a maybe too greasy donut.

Said cop stopped his chewing for a second, his eyes looking something on his right like he was contemplating what to say.

Earlier this day, Jim woke up with one of Y/N's creepy texts. A simple "RAT-A-TAT-A-TAT-A-TATAT". Last time she sent something similar, the GCPD's HQ was attacked by some crazy wannabe gangster with machine guns. So it wasn't that surprising that he carried the goosebumps with him all day, right?

Why would she inform him about an imminent attack? He didn't know. Didn't understand last time and still doesn't now. Not like he formed any kind of friendship with her. On the contrary. A simple look at his texts to her was enough to tell.

He swore he would be the one finally putting her behind Black Gates' bars. Not Arkham. She wasn't insane, or so he thought. He wasn't so sure anymore...

"Why?" He muttered again, taking his head between his hands and deciding to sit in front of Bullock. "Why am I the only one shocked by the fact that this psychopath not only sent me her creepy text but also sent it to the boss, Alvarez and you?!" He snapped.

Harvey shrugged while gulping the last drops of his beverage. "You'll get used to it." The older man finally said.

Gordon made a face. "She's a fucking criminal! Not a fellow cop, not a snitch, a freaking killing machine walking around without a care in the world. What's wrong with you guys?!"

Bullock let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his scruffy jaw in a tired way. "Neutral Evil." He finally said.

"Uh?" Asked Jim, his brow rising slowly as he leaned in his co-worker's direction.

"Neutral Evil." Harvey repeated slowly. "When the kid started to save our arses sporadically, we asked our psychiatrists to work on her case again. They decided she was Neutral Evil." He developed.

"... Sounds like a D&D thing." Gordon muttered incredulously, making Harvey laugh loudly. "Well it is, two of them are freaking nerds, always babbling about this thing. What amaze me is that you know about it. Should go play with them next Sunday if we're still breathing." He mocked, earning the middle finger from the younger cop.

"Heard kids talking about it in town. Debating which side they were going to play", Gordon detailed, making Bullock hummed and nod absently.

"Our own grown up childchiatrists took ages to decide if we had to call her Neutral or lawful Evil, since the woman has some sort of honor code." He rambled. "But, and I'm quoting them here: "Since she's a selfish little piece of shit and doesn't give a fuck about using / killing anyone for her own purpose which doesn't seem to be some sort of anti-hero or noble villain goal", they decided she was Neutral.""

Gordon nodded, waiting for more and making Harvey sigh even more. "They also stated that she was helping us because we were useful to her, in a way or another. As soon as we'll stand between her goal and her, she'll most likely put a bullet between our eyes." The older explain with a detached face.

"And you all go with it like it's something perfectly normal? How is that supposed to help me feel better?!" shouted Jim incredulously.

"Well it's not. If anything, it's supposed to make you understand that you're safe. For now. Which, in this good ol' city, is a fucking luxury let me tell you", answered the other cop in a harsh tone, his wrinkles even more accentuated by the displeased frown he was wearing.

Now that he was looking at it more intensely, Gordon noticed a little frown on the corner of Harvey's mouth. "There's more." The young cop said.

"Uh?" Asked Harvey, who leaned back in his seat. His porture seemed tensed. "What now, what are you talking about?". He growled.

"There is something more with Y/N. Something you're not telling me." Said the young cop suspiciously. And the reaction he got from Bullock just confirmed it.

"You all but quoted psychiatrists, only carefully talking about what their opinion is. But never put yours. It's not like you, we both know you're far more judgemental than this and usually don't hesitate to tell everyone what you think about someone or something. So, what are you hiding, Harvey?" He asked lowly, paying attention to not be heard by their co-workers.

Bullock's eyes grew wide for only a second. A little second which definitely convinced Gordon to dig further. "What. Harvey?" He pressed.

The other cop tsked angrily then cursed a few times. "Ok. Ok. Just fucking stop frowning like I was confessing a murder or you'll get the whole damn room's attention." Harvey spat in a hushed tone. He took a long minute to inspire deeply. "Remeber when you were abducted by those crazy salary men, who decided to organize hunger games for a fucking job?" Jim nodded slowly.

"Who do you think helped us finding you? Uh? A little angel in charge of your freaking safety? Sorry to tell you this, but your angel likes black leather and rocket launchers a little too much." Jim opened his mouth to protest, or, at least try to argue that she may have needed him in one of her twisted evil plans.

But Harvey made a 'no' with his head. "You were tracking her like a hunting dog for the blowing of an entire building. If anything your death would have been better, for her." Said the older.

"Maybe not on long term", countered Gordon. "We now know she's quite good at scheming and being two or three steps ahead anyone. One skill she has in common with Cobblepot". He added.

Harvey nodded but still seemed pretty sceptical. "The betrayal too, then. Since she was the one who send a text to Montoya and Allen when her dearest husband came here to fetch you, mate."

Now that news totally stunned him. Jim was looking like a fish out of water. "Why would she-..." Harvey shrugged. "Maybe she knew Zsasz was quite in the mood to cut any members you wouldn't need to talk to Falcone that day. Maybe out of fucking generosity. Who knows. But the fact is she still saved your life, yes she did. And not only once." The older man grunted.

"She's a manipulative and a selfish bitch most of the time, yes she is. But I assure you, she's more Lawful-bullshit than our clowns of psychiatrists give her credit for. She's not good. Absolutely not. But I'm sure she has plans for Gotham, so much more than making it her little killing playground. What exactly? I do not know. But you seem to have earned a place in her grand scheme. As well as the Wayne kid, who she helped too by the way. Sometimes even for free." He said.

Jim closed his mouth but was getting paler. "She worked with the kid?!" He breathed, feeling panic starting to take his body.

"I also owe her my life, Jim. God knows I'm no good cop, but she still decided to keep me alive, sending me infuriating bullshit since she was 15. How do you think I was able to survive so long in this hell hole, aside from my natural charm, charisma and shady connexions? She's not good. But sometimes she isn't all bad."

The buzz of Gordon's phone brought back their attention to the room. He got it out of his back pocket, only to see a text from her: "10"

10 what? Guys, feets away from their HQ?

Another buzz. "9".

It was freaking seconds. She was sadistic enough to instigate this kind of nerves breaking game.

"8". He raised his head in total panic, quickly showing the texts to Harvey.

"7". "FUCKING HELL ! EVERYBODY TAKE COVER! NOW!"

"6"

Chaos. At Bullock's scream, all cops in the GCPD ducked under or behind something, pulling out their guns.

"5".

"Someone is going to shoot us!" Jim heard himself yell.

"4". "Get ready to open fire!"

"3"

"2"

"1"

A deafening explosion boomed outside, just in front of the GCPD's main gates. Nobody dared to move, or even breath. Ready to shoot at any moment.

But after a long minute and nothing happening, glances started to land on him and Bullock. So much, they felt the urge to bolt out of their hidding spot to rush near the doors, guns held firmly in their hands.

They exchanged a quick glance before slowly opening a door with one hand, the other ready to pull the trigger.

There, in front of the police station, was standing a white van. Well, more the white burning carcass of a van to be honest. The vehicle seemed to have been stopped brutally by a rocket. Disfigured corpses were laying all around it, staining the hard cold ground and the dirty snow in red.

"Fucking hell" Breathed Harvey on his left, getting is full attention on something planted directly on the snow.

"Is that... -" Jim started incredulously.

"A rocket launcher with a bow attached to it and a decapitated head where the rocket should be? Your answer is a fucking yes, Gordon", grunted Bullock also stunned.

Jim didn't even have the time to say something else. A little music suddenly resonated near where the rocket launcher was oddly standing. Exactly like the irritating music you would hear coming from a happy birthday card.

Gordon's phone buzzed again in his pocket and he quickly grabbed it.

------ 1 New Message -----

Y/N

Happy upcoming birthday Jimbo. Hope you liked my present.

-------- End of message ------

"What the hell" He muttered, looking at Harvey in hope of some kind of explanation.

The older cop blinked stupidly while looking at the text then put his attention back on the creepy present. Though his observations were cut short by Jim's shocked voice.

"There is something inside of the mouth" He said.

Both of them slowly approached the beheaded head. As soon as they reached it, the Happy birthday music stopped, replaced by a heavy silence. Jim raised his right hand and, with caution, put the mouth apart, grabbing something solid and sticky from all the blood.

"What is it?" Pressed Harvey while nervously glancing around.

Jim opened his hand with a grimacing face, only to see a rectangular shaped plastic thing. "USB key", he whispered.

Again, the happy birthday music came to life. Only a few meters from them, making them jump in surprise. Here, standing on the other side of the road was Y/N, her arms nonchalantly crossed under her breasts. Her face flashed a quick sadistic grin, just before she raised her right hand in the air, her index finger pointing at something behind them.

Harvey and him followed her cue to look and turned around, only to see a huge advertising panel, which had on it Galavan's face and a "Vote Galavan" just under it. The two turned in her direction again, just in time to see her making a ridiculous "hello" motion with her hand then turning on her heels to disappear in a shady alley.

"Do you think the gang she shot and Galavan have something to do with each other?" Tried Harvey. The old man looked at his still very pale face, seeing his eyes glance at the USB key.

"Probably." He whispered.

"Well, seems like we'll live to see another day", said Bullock casually, trying to make him come out of his muteness.

What was it all about? Thought Gordon. Suddenly, he remembered the brief exchange he had with the woman about Galavan and his suspicions concerning his true motives for the city. Was she trying to help?

------- 1 New Message ------

Jim Gordon

Why did you helped us?

.

Y/N

Pretty sure the happy birthday musical card was enough of a cue for you to figure it out, Gordeaf.

.

Jim Gordon

Just because my birthday is in two days, you decided to save the whole GCPD with taking those thugs lives? Excuse me to be suspicious.

.

Y/N

It wasn't my gift, Jim. This was a mere bonus.

.

Jim Gordon

Why the USB key then?

.

Y/N

Since you were lacking elementary common sense during our last little chit chat session, I decided to offer you one. Make a good use of it.

.

Jim Gordon

What Alvarez, my boss and Harvey had to do with it?

.

Y/N

Nothing. They're too handsome, talented or stupidly fun to be wasted on a petty little shooting. Have a nice day on the Good side James.

--------- End of messages ------

"My ego wants to identify as the handsome or talented one, but I'm pretty sure I'm the stupidly fun one" grunted Harvey who was reading the whole conversation from above his shoulder. "Meh, still alive and grateful for it", he added just before padding his shoulder friendly.

"Yeah. Still alive and grateful for it. I supposed", Jim hesitantly replied.

--

A/N I hope you liked it! 🥰

#gotham #gotham imagine #gotham x reader #gotham fox #victor zsasz #victor zsasz imagine #victor zsasz x reader #gotham fandom #gotham villains #gotham oc #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot imagine #oswald cobblepot #edward nygma #edward nygma imagine #edward nygma x reader #jim gordon x reader #jim gordon imagine #Jim Gordon #harvey bullock #gotham headcanons

[t-tomuras]

Hello, hello… I come asking for Vix/Choso lore: I am obsessed with you two! 🤲🏻

How did you guys meet? How do you spend your weekends? What is the thing he misses most when you have to leave for a few days?

Also, hi, hey lovely - I hope you’ve had a good day! 💕

Hihihihi Mi estrella fugaz today has been good and even better when I hear from you 🥰 you are so SWEET for this wjdicb he plagues me currently.

Horribly enough I met him during the Shibuya incident following his encounter with Yuuji and our first engagement is.. less than favorable let alone romantic in any sense. My reaction to him after finding Yuuji is volatile and hostile regardless of his caring for his younger brother.

But we do grow closer, through a lot of strife and tough talks, blame guilt and semi-misplaced anger we find our way to each other.

He understands quickly that a lot weighs on me and that I like to spend my time in quiet and he’s fine with just existing in the same space as me calmly. We’ll watch movies, binge shows and I’ll just soften in his presence, move closer to him yknow? A bit more intimacy found when we’re alone together pretending we’re normal.

Which leads me to think he’d miss that normalcy a lot.

The answers are a little minimal because I AM writing a thing for him I thing will be a little long and those answers are actually part of it and help unfold and explore his character and the relationship JAKSJF. So thank you for that as well because I WAS stuck on where to go hehe

But here’s a little bonus insight via this song hehehe:

#➛ asks #➛ saturn #vixen selfships #➛ foxblood #silly little selfship name outside of chosovix hehe

[chorusmusarum]

🎲I also have Petra as a muse but I need to properly list her, whoops! Anyway, hit me :>

I added your request ones if that's okay!

Maruki/Sojiro: Of all my Persona muses, we got the one that doesn't interact with Maruki or if they do, it's minimal. Oops? Sojiro would be so angry should he ever learn about the reality-warping. Very, very confused, but angry. Futaba's been through enough. She doesn't need her mother being dangled in front of her.

Shez/Dorothea: Did I understand correctly that it's only Houses where Shez won't join the empire? Hopes-wise, Dorothea's general demeanour changes massively between SB/GW and AG, though this isn't reflected in supports due to the nature of them. So interactions may vary depending on the route, but even if Shez doesn't understand most of her music, I think she'd appreciate her trying, and just being around? I'm fairly confident it's stated that Dorothea is the only commoner in the eagles, including generics, and she's been surrounded by the glitz that comes with being a diva for so long, I think she'd love to have more friends who aren't part of noble society.

Byleth/Claude: We could do something relating to their respective roles post-VW? With Claude showing up like what's up, King Khalid of Almyra here. Sure their friends really appreciate discovering that out of the blue.

Byleth/Hubert: I can work with Silver Snow but it would be purely a hostile relationship as Hubert does not allow himself to care about or trust Byleth at all until the moment they side with Edelgard, should they do so. Could do a thread where the Kingdom or Alliance manage to take him alive and he can reveal what he knows about TWSITD? Because oh boy if they've lost, he's got nothing to lose by warning the victors. He already does in VW via a letter. Hopes-wise? Hmm. I'm not too sure currently, to be honest. CF I can definitely work with them, but SB less so and same with the other routes.

Yuri/Hubert: They don't interact which I'm upset about because I really want to see supports between them and also, in CF Yuri is canonically working for Hubert? He mentions it in an exploration line. They're both sneaky little guys and I just think it'd be neat if they talked. Also Hubert's helping Edelgard reform a crest-based society that has harmed Yuri, even though Hubert is someone who is privileged because of the world they grew up in. That could lead to some questioning from Yuri, I feel like? I enjoy fantasy politics though I know they're not everyone's cup of tea. Hopes-wise, I see the AG preference and I utterly hate that Hubert and Ferdinand die off-screen so I am down for an AU where they're in hiding and show up as green units to save Edeglard/take down TWSITD. We could do something with that?

#cybrvce #ask reply #Fire Emblem (Fandom) #I cheated slightly #this is the second ask in a row where I wasn't happy to see my Hilda come up which is kind of a sign to move her to request only atm #and I didn't include those muses in this only yours #and then shez/dorothea appeared twice so removed them both

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Iconic Mont Saint-Michel Abbey celebrates 1,000 years

By Solène Tadié

13 June 2023

It was exactly a millennium ago that the first stone of the abbey church of Mont Saint-Michel in French Normandy was laid.

The monument that the poet Victor Hugo called the “Khéops of the West” has since become one of the highest symbols of French Catholic identity and one of the most important pilgrimage sites in the world, with more than 3 million visitors a year.

This important anniversary will give rise to a number of celebrations that will continue through the fall of 2023.

Standing on relatively inhospitable terrain, enthroned on a rocky islet less than a kilometer in diameter, surrounded by a vast sandy plain subject to the vagaries of the tides, the UNESCO World Heritage Site has stood the test of time, offering itself as a spectacle for dozens of generations to see.

Indeed, the history of this place of prayer and pilgrimage was as precarious and tumultuous as its surroundings.

While the construction of the present abbey church dates back to 1023, a first church dedicated to St. Michael the Archangel is said to have been built as early as 708 on the mount, then known as Mont-Tombe.

According to “Revelation,” the oldest text reporting the context of the abbey’s construction (written around the beginning of the 11th century), St. Aubert, then-bishop of Avranches, was visited three times in a dream by the archangel, who instructed him to erect a sanctuary in his honor on the summit of the site “so that he whose venerable commemoration was celebrated at Mont Gargan [the first great shrine dedicated to the Leader of the Celest Army, in the Puglia region of Italy] might be celebrated with no less fervor in the middle of the sea.”

St. Aubert undertook the building of a first church with the capacity of about a hundred people, consecrated in October 709 and given the name Mont-Saint-Michel-au-péril-de-la-Mer.

The prelate installed 12 canons there, responsible for praying the Divine Office and welcoming local pilgrims.

The canons were replaced in the 10th century by Benedictine monks at the behest of Richard I, Duke of Normandy, who had little taste for the canons’ opulent lifestyle.

In 1023, the order undertook the construction of the abbey church we know today, based on three rock-cut crypts and the former chapel.

This ambitious project marked a decisive step in the international outreach of the site, where miracles abounded as the flow of pilgrims from all over Christendom expanded.

“This edifice is like Noah’s ark laid over the crypts,” said François Saint-James, a guide and lecturer at Mont Saint-Michel, in an interview with Le Devoir newspaper, underlining the architectural prowess required for this medieval project.

“It was a time when France was covered with a white cloak of churches, as a monk from Cluny once wrote. You have to imagine the gigantic scale of the work.

The granite blocks were cut on the Chausey islands, 34 kilometers from here.

Caen stone, a soft, light stone that’s easy to carve, was used. ... When, in the midst of the Hundred Years’ War, the Romanesque choir collapsed, it was rebuilt in flamboyant Gothic style.”

While the abbey’s architectural evolution continued uninterrupted until the 19th century, one of its highest points was the construction of “La Merveille” (The Wonder) in the 13th century, a jewel of Norman Gothic art.

It consists of two buildings on three levels, supported by high buttresses, with a cloister and refectory, 80 meters above sea level, beneath which were built an almshouse, a storeroom, and guest rooms.

The fame of the shrine started to decline in the 17th century, when part of the abbey was turned into a prison by the royal power.

Seized by central government during the revolution, it became a detention center for priests deemed hostile to the Jacobin terror.

In the 19th century, the site, listed as a historic monument in 1874, was gradually returned to monastic life and its original vocation as a sanctuary.

The abbey’s distinctive silhouette was further enhanced by a neo-Gothic spire in 1897, topped by a gilded statue of the archangel.

To mark its 1,000th anniversary, a special tribute is being paid to the abbey that many have dubbed the “Wonder of the West” with the exhibition “La Demeure de l’Archange” (The Archangel’s Abode), retracing its glorious and tumultuous history through some 30 masterpieces, until November 5.

Many of these items, which include sculptures, scale models, statues, and silverware, will be on display to visitors to the abbey for the first time.

Another highlight of the many celebrations taking place over the summer and part of the autumn will be the “Millennium Solstice,” a never-before-seen light show projected onto Mont Saint-Michel from various spots in the bay on the evening of June 23.

The beauty of this sacred site, trodden by millions of pilgrims over the centuries, has been celebrated and immortalized in the writings of many great men of letters over the last few centuries, from Gustave Flaubert to Théophile Gautier and Victor Hugo.

In particular, it inspired the novel “Les Merveilles du Mont Saint-Michel” (1879) by the prolific writer Paul Féval.

He had already paid tribute to the monument a few years earlier, in “La Fée des grèves,” with these lines often quoted by admirers of the famous Mont:

“Twilight broke. Mont-Saint-Michel was the first to emerge from the shadows, offering the golden wings of its archangel to the reflections of the dawning dawn; then the sides of Normandy and Brittany lit up in turn.

Then again, a sort of light steam seemed to rise from the receding sea, and all was veiled except for the statue of Saint Michael, which dominated this wide ocean of mist.”

#Mont Saint-Michel #Khéops of the West #Victor Hugo #UNESCO World Heritage Site #pilgrimage #St. Aubert #Revelation #Mont-Saint-Michel-au-péril-de-la-Mer #Richard I #Duke of Normandy #La Demeure de l’Archange #The Archangel’s Abode #Millennium Solstice #Gustave Flaubert #Théophile Gautier #Paul Féval #Les Merveilles du Mont Saint-Michel #La Fée des grèves #St. Michael the Archangel

[headcanonrepository]

The Ravenwatch after Elder Scrolls Online

(warning for some darker themes)

The Three Banners War eventually ends. It doesn't really matter who 'officially' wins - there are no real victors in war.

High King Emeric eventually dies. It's not really important how - if nothing else, time catches up to everyone eventually. But this is a problem for the Ravenwatch - he is their biggest political ally and dies with no heir, leaving a power vacuum. The Covenant dissolves - without his leadership, the Orsimer loose interest in cooperation with men, and the Redguards want little to do with the Bretons now they have no political ties through marriage. There is trade between Redguard and Breton territories, but no active cooperation like sharing of military strength.

High Rock is a political nightmare - every highborn noble making their case for their slice of power, some through might and some through subtle allegiances and leveraging of favors or threats. There is something most nobles agree on - why exactly have they been allowing a whole nest of vampires to exist openly in their lands and play at being nobles themselves? Why should the (un)dead get any say on the lives of the living?

After all, the Ravenwatch is something of an open secret amongst the nobility. Tolerated while Emeric was alive - wouldn't do to openly cross the High King, after all. They could even accept Verandis to a certain degree, even if an Altmer holding Breton lands is something of a sore reminder of the Breton's cultural past. Verandis could play the political game, could charm and flatter where he needed to. Could drop just enough implication of a threat without being actively hostile to make people think twice. But with Verandis tied to the Dark Heart...

The nobles aren't sure which of his 'heirs' (which they'd challenge, given their adoptive status and nature - can you legally inherit a title and lands if you are officially dead?) is more insulting to them. A Khajiit, a Bosmer or another Altmer holding their lands? All three?

Adusa never really has a chance with diplomacy. There are too many racist assumptions before she even opens her mouth, and once she does, the Khajiiti pattern of speech marks her out as other. She isn't a natural diplomat to begin with, much preferring problems she can solve through actions, not words, but she would try, for the sake of their family.

Gwendis would try, too. She can do the noble thing for a bit - Verandis taught her well - even if she would prefer not to. She meets a lot of the same problems - deeply ingrained prejudices and an unwillingness to listen. It's deeply frustrating, and she has a harder time not showing it.

Fennorian has the best shot at resolving anything peacefully. He's seen as more 'legitimate' heir, being also an Altmer, and if the rumors are to be believed, a blood relation of Verandis'. He's also aware of etiquette and society in a way that speaks of his more 'civilised' upbringing. Unfortunately, he just isn't Verandis. He's hyperaware of etiquette because getting it wrong makes him anxious - and with such high stakes, he can't afford a single mistake. But he also hasn't had the practice, the long years of mastering just when to apply pressure and when to employ flattery.

Ultimately, no one had a chance of resolving this without bloodshed for one very simple reason: mortal nobles had no intention of peace with them in the first place.

Some noble gets the bright idea to mobilize an army against them. Well, less an army and more a mob. You see, getting common folk to fight for your latest grab for power is a hard sell - what's in it for them? But start spreading enough rumors about a nest of dangerous vampires up on the hill and people will band together to protect their families.

Every member of the Ravenwatch flees from the castle. No one is willing to fight and break their oaths - they know full well these people are guilty of nothing more than believing what they were told. Besides, the Ravenwatch castle and lands are now a target on their back - they will never be free of the vicious politics of the region if they defend their home. Nobles want any extra crumb of power they can get, and even a barren patch of dirt near the mountains is worth grabbing.

The Ravenwatch go into hiding. Gwendis, Adusa and Fennorian still try to actively hunt down and stop misbehaving vampires - they feel it is their duty. It also helps them keep some level of faith with mortals - most of them are essentially good people and worth helping, even if a small number of them ousted them from their home. Many of the other Ravenwatch members feel as though there's no point to continuing that work. It was different when they had shelter, resources, a safe place to call their own - they were happy to help back then - but now that daily survival is a more pressing concern, they don't feel quite so willing to throw themselves into more danger to protect mortals who treated them so callously. They still uphold their oaths, though whether that's out of loyalty towards the Ravenwatch ideals or fear of being the next hunted down vampire is debatable.

So the Ravenwatch is scattered, in hiding and few in number. But they are still around, still doing what they can from the shadows without any hope of recognition or reward. Over the long years, they helped a newly-turned Count in Skingraad come to terms with his nature and work out a support system that allowed him to conceal himself while still protecting his citizens. They helped a mage gain control of her hunger to the extend that she became a trusted Court Mage who only ever snacks on the contents of Solitude's prison.

They do good in the world. They try their best. And they carve out a life for themselves - a somewhat unpredictable, unstable life, but they have each other to rely on, and when they are weary, they are always welcome to stay a while in Arkathzand. Verandis always wants to know more about the state of the world on the surface and about the state of his family, even as much as it hurts to hear. It hurts more to see them leave after, knowing full well that there is no certainty they will return again, that Tamriel is more dangerous than ever for their kind. That should the worst happen, Verandis would have no way to know. That all he can do is hope and trust his family to come back to him.

#headcanon #ravenwatch #house ravenwatch #verandis ravenwatch #gwendis #adusa daro #fennorian #basically any time you see a vaguely friendly vampire in an ES game - Ravenwatch did that

[viyln]

Forget-Me-Not

Emma Woods [ Gardener ]

I love to imagine Emma gives her beloved flowers.

1.2k words

content : self-insert, gender neutral, fluff, flowers with Emma

not proofread !!

ㅤㅤIt has been over a year ever since you set foot inside the gates of Oletus manor.

ㅤㅤThat was the last time you had ever tasted delightful freedom before being forcefully thrown into a metal cage, never to be let out until the Baron behind this twisted “game” declares it over.

ㅤㅤLike the others, you were also lured in with an epistle, claiming a reward beyond any grandiose desire — in return for being the victor in the carnival game the Baron hosted. You were too naïve to notice. Too ingenuous to discern that the letter was riddled with lies, that this "reward" was too good to be true. You seethed, although it was briefly cut short.

ㅤㅤThe rage you now formerly felt was converted into a desperate will to survive. Dread clouded you perpetually as you observed the amount of people decreasing from the day before. All who were announced as deceased after a game was finished. You grew paranoid each passing match, fearing those disfigured monsters who ruthlessly executed the participants would also get you one day.

ㅤㅤBut you knew you mustn't let terror and despair engulf you. No, you had to stay determined.

ㅤㅤ.. Though, sometimes you can’t help but be vulnerable at times.

ㅤㅤFor the sixth time this week, you sauntered in the manor garden. The matches noticeably increased in frequency, and so did the length of your visits. You found yourself nothing but enervated. In an effort to save your already waning mental well being, you sought solace in the sanguine atmosphere of the garden.

ㅤㅤA familiar, saccharine voice called out your name upon entering. At once, you knew who it belonged to — Emma Woods. The gardener who would routinely be at the indoor garden, tending to numerous kinds of botany. Her daily occurrence made her often your source of company. She was always there, whether it was through subtle gestures or a full-fledged conversation. You let the sides of your lips curl upwards into an affable smile, to which she reciprocated pleasantly.

ㅤㅤDespite being confined in such a miserable estate, you recognize you are not the only one. Thus, meaningful connections were built over the course of time. One of those connections being the brunette. She was one of the few who greeted you with a sincere welcome upon your arrival. The majority greeted you too, albeit with a cautious — and sometimes hostile — undertone.

ㅤㅤYou couldn't blame them. Shortly after, you found out almost everyone in the manor was quite odd and threatening. It felt as though you could never let your guard down with any of them around. As you barely knew anyone in the manor aside from the girl, you made the gardener one of your few well-trusted companions. Time spent with the brunette made being stuck in the manor less agonizing.

ㅤㅤ“You’re just in time. Come, I have something for you!” Emma grasped your hand and led you to a secluded area in the garden. You came to look at what she had for you — spotting elegant azure blue flowers blooming in the area. Curious, you took a step forward to observe the flora further.

ㅤㅤ"Do you like it?" She queried, following suit to stand next to you. The plant bloomed delicate cerulean petals. In its center lay bewitching golden eyes, accompanied with white appendages surrounding the fornice. A carmine hue tinted your cheeks as you thanked her for the lovely gift. You see the delightful expression she held seemed to become even brighter, if that was even possible.

ㅤㅤ"These are called Scorpion Grasses, also known as Forget-Me-Nots. It’s a low maintenance plant that grows well in shady spots the indoor garden provides." She maundered, “Scorpion grass usually takes two or three months to fully mature, I'm glad it bloomed sooner than I thought."

ㅤㅤ"I like to think that these flowers represent the symbol of our companionship. As well as my offering to commemorate our time together!” The brunette clasped her hands with a prideful beam.

ㅤㅤTo say you were flattered was an understatement. You were left agape and beyond words. The already cerise flush grew deeper; at this point, your very face could put the Weeping Clown's maroon locks to shame.

ㅤㅤIt was adorable seeing how enthusiastic the gardener was while presenting such a thoughtful gesture. You were overjoyed, yet a slight sense of guilt and remorse lingered upon realizing you possessed nothing to offer in return. You hung your head low, desperately and urgently scouring for words to utter from your lexicon.

ㅤㅤ“You don’t have to say anything. I can see it written all over you.”

ㅤㅤShe held your hand once more with tender grace and steered it to a dangerous proximity near her cheek. Blush sat prominently on the bold expression she carried. An expression that had you reeling. Your hand remained in hers, fondling her cheek meekly.

ㅤㅤTime seemed to halt, its motionless hands entrapping the beautiful scenery shared by you and your companion. You and she both felt at ease. Troubles and woe ceased, and instead, a wave of tranquility and bliss seeped through your figure. For the first time in a while, you finally let your guard down.

ㅤㅤIt was almost unbelievable. To think a saint like Emma was included as a participant in this grotesque, macabre game. You never would have guessed. But you know everyone dwelling in this manor has ulterior motives, good or bad. You can’t trust someone fully. You know better than to be fooled. Is what you always say to yourself.

ㅤㅤSo why is it that you feel so fuzzy? So.. weak and exposed? You didn’t know. But you trusted her, so much, you placed your life at stake in her hands. And you liked it. You let yourself in her care countless times. This was another one of those times, however, it felt different.

ㅤㅤToo caught up in a chain of thought, you fail to notice the gardener slowly leaning and hovering on your left cheek. The girl showed no hesitation before bestowing a quick peck. It took a moment to process everything. Your body stiffened, and your visage contorted into one of shock.

ㅤㅤShe let go of your hand and began gathering her hand tools. As if nothing had happened. You gaze upon her with astonishment. How? Just how? You bore your eyes onto her, still struggling to find the correct words to speak. By the time you tried to say something, she was already finished.

ㅤㅤ"I do apologize, but I have to go now. I'll see you again tomorrow!" Emma flashed a sincere grin. She waved as she walked through the exit door, tools in hand. Just like that, the brunette vanished from the garden before you could even say a word.

ㅤㅤNext morning, you awoke with cheerful behavior. Despite having a match scheduled that day, you were incapable of wiping the uncharacteristically giddy grin that frivolously laid on your appearance. The recollection of yesterday lingered in your consciousness, prompting you the desire to visit the gardener right away. In an excited manner, you took hold of the knob and swung the door open.

ㅤㅤYour vision was met with gorgeous azure flowers — elegantly arranged and fastened together with a sage green tie. It sat patiently in front of the entrance to your quarters, beckoning you to accept.

#emma woods #emma woods idv #identity v #idv #idv x reader #idv fanfic #emma x reader #emma woods x reader #idv fanfiction #vei's works ⌑

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

I’m posting Cyberpunk Ronance thoughts because it’s my blog and I can do what I want

I’m just, I know the game isn’t the best in the world, but god if the storyline didn’t break me, okay?

If you care about Cyberpunk spoilers (not including the show), do not read any further

I think there’s a lot of different ways this au could be played

I think Nancy being V makes good sense if you look at V’s characterization as this badass, ambitious person who ends up in a shitty situation but keeps fighting because it’s all she’s ever known. Bonus V and Nancy and GUNS and general badassery. In this version, perhaps Robin is Johnny—chaotic mess of a human who’s life went to shit, although I see her being less of an overall bastard. Robin in aviators? Robin in aviators. The banter between them with Robin literally stuck in Nancy’s head and apologizing over and over for literally being a sentient brain tumor? Kill me now. Bonus, Barb is Jackie, the good natured friend who helps Nancy and gets killed early on as a consequence of her and Nancy’s ambition. As much as my sad little heart loves angst, I like to think the ending could be twisted, like maybe they find Robin’s body so her engram can be put back into it and Nancy can survive. I just don’t want the ending to be sad, damnit. Panam could be Max maybe? Hmmm. Or maybe El.

I’m also fond of the idea of Robin as V, however, and it boils down to the V/Johnny relationship. Picture with me for a moment: Eddie as Johnny. He fits the bill too well. Bastard of a rocker boy who did drugs and has pretty hair. He gets stuck in the head of one Robin Buckley, and it’s instant wlw/mlm hostility (but it morphs into solidarity, I promise). In this version, I think Steve is heartbreakingly Jackie. Their personalities line up too well. Throwing a bone to the Steddies tho, Steve could be Kerry and all the Johnny/Kerry moments become Steddie. Then Barb could still be Jackie? Or Steve is Jackie and Barb is T-Bug, RIP. Who is Nancy, then? Well, I think Panam or Judy are both excellent options. Just think, Nancy Wheeler, the tech genius who reports and edits brain dances on the side, an ex member of the baddest girl gang in Night City, the Moxes? Sick. But! Nancy Wheeler, badass mercenary who strikes out from her clan on her own to follow ambition and independence, but eventually coming back as a leader. Tbh I’m leaning more the Judy route, as much as I love Panam. The underwater date? Nancy finally being vulnerable, showing Robin her flooded home? Memories of Mike—long since moved away—and her family? Nancy saving Robin from almost dying because of Eddie’s damn chip? Robin being so soft with her afterward? Nancy giving Robin her key? Also Nancy is a vengeful woman and the whole Clouds arc would be something she could do, I think—and Robin helps because ofc, it’s Nancy. THEY’RE GAY YOU’RE HONOR. And, because of course I’m choosing the ending where you leave with the nomads, Nancy leaves Night City with Robin, and she promises to help Robin find a cure (and they do because fuck you ambiguous game ending). I’m thinking this is the ideal scenario for me.

Or the above but it’s Eddie as Johnny, Nancy as V, Robin as Panam, I like that too.

Chrissy is undoubtedly Misty in any version, only she’s not dating the Jackie character because she’s a lesbian in my mind and you can pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands. Maybe Vickie is Victor (heh, Vic, same nickname) and they have a little tension going on with Chrissy’s Esoterica being right outside Vickie’s Clinic.

Maybe agent Owens as Takemura? Henry is Yorinobu, Brenner is Saburo. The female agent who’s name I can’t remember is Hanako. I feel like these all fit scary well.

Ofc Hopper is Saul, you can’t tell me he doesn’t fit that role damn near perfect. Most of the rest of the Hawkins crew are probably Aldecaldos as well. I’m thinking Jonathan is Mitch and Argyle could be Scorpion (I know that one is a bad fit but fight me on it, Jargyle boyfriends and also Scorpion/Argyle gets to live because it’s my au and I can do what I want). Thinking about El as Panam more now actually, her stubborn personality and whatnot. It’s vibes, okay? It’s 1 am, let me enjoy my brain worms.

Beyond who’s who: think about Nancy Wheeler with mantis blades. Need I say more? She’s a badass with a katana and throwing knives, and REALLY scary good at hacking. She has a professional cyberdeck and all the best tech. I think she’d be a Corpo background V. Don’t put her in hand to hand combat though, she is small and will get her shit wrecked.

But! Robin Buckley would have less tech. She doesn’t trust it—maybe she’s a conspiracy theorist, sue her. She’s a Nomad background V, and she is really good with bigger guns and weapons that require less finesse. I’m picturing her with a trusty baseball bat and a shotgun that she alternates between. When she does hack, it’s usually cameras and whatnot for stealth missions—but we all know she’s bad with coordination and most stealth missions turn into guns blazing missions. Oops?

#guys I’m thinking so fucking hard about this #idek if any of you have played this game #and if you haven’t this is probably mostly gibberish #so sorry about that #cyberpunk ronance #cyberpunk 2077 #ronance #robin buckley #Nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #look the game has its issues #but the main story has me in a chokehold #and I love V and Judy and Panam #and the whole V and Johnny coming together as a matched set of chaos causing besties #except this time it’s Robin and Eddie #idk man #it’s late #I had thoughts

[chaosintheavenue]

The story of Kayli trying to get into Hidden Valley:

When I first got started with Kayli, the first thing I did was look around the world map to see which locations Sid and Vari (other characters I've portrayed on the same save file, changing names and appearances with console commands) had discovered, and their reputations there. Noticed that I was Liked in Hidden Valley, and so assumed that Sid must have got started with the BoS questline

Not long after, I decided I wanted to go to Hidden Valley for screenshot purposes, using it as a stand-in for Lost Hills

I arrive at Hidden Valley. I suffer scorpions. I go down into all of the bunkers, to find no answer to any of the intercoms. I become convinced that I must be walking in circles and just haven't found the right bunker yet, and start making notes of the graffiti on the outside of each. Absolutely no progress is made

For unrelated reasons, I happen to dip back into my Lonesome Road playthrough screenshots on here and somehow remember in the process that the BoS reputation boost came not from Sid, but from Vari disarming the nuclear missiles in the Divide. I realise that I must have never encountered the BoS on this save file, and so to enter the bunker peacefully, I'll need Veronica

I arrive at the 188 trading post to find her. It quickly becomes apparent that she is Not There

Cue no less than fifteen minutes of 'Sid where the hell did you leave Veronica?!', with me wandering the El Dorado area aimlessly because I do seem to vaguely remember dismissing Veronica there as Sid

I slowly realise 'Hang on, there's no marker for her on the map, could she be in the Lucky 38?'

She is!

...However, as we leave the Lucky 38, Sid's Vilified reputation on the Strip somehow kicks in in the oddest way possible, and Victor and Victor alone becomes hostile. Veronica happily punches him to death

And then finally, finally...

#Kayli #fallout new vegas

[insurrection-if]

Bones (CARDINALS)

Bones | 25 | Protege | Madness

A figment from your past reborn again. The rumored protege to Dearil, and a rising star in his own right among the CARDINALS, Bones has ensured that his name will be whispered in awe and fear in every home after a few years' time. Once a ruthless vigilante dealing justice wherever and however he saw fit, Bones has repurposed himself to instead be strength his people need to make this world respect their kind.

Childhood Friends: Bones finds most others tiresome. Burdensome, and dangerous. He had felt the same towards you: a confused creature whose very presence promised death with that starved soul. Yet you stayed near. Lingered on the edges of his life until he found himself seeking you out. You, diligently or by accident, traversed into his solitude . . . and made home there. He cannot pinpoint the moment he felt content in your presence. The moment his rigidness fell away to a rare calm as your call summoned him or your touch assured him.

Bones does not take easily to friends; a commodity so rare and fickle and, most of all, liable to become ghostly regrets.You had been his first. His only friend until these most recent years.

Had it not all ended as it did, he wonders if you would have been beside him still.

His hands hesitate in the present. Beg to tremble at the thought of harming, ending, the one person that had gifted to him a scrap of humanity before that too perished from his grasp.

He may falter, but he will not surrender. He is not as weak as he was before.

Dare to stand in his way, and he swears to be your end.

Childhood Rivals: It seemed natural to him, then, that two of your kind would barely be able to rise above hostility towards one another. Like his father taught him, the Gifted would never rest until every other one of their kind laid dead. He has tried to move past that form of thinking in the present, but your resurgence in his path has left him questioning the truth of the statement. But no longer are you battling over childish games. When it comes to the fate of his people, he will not allow you to overcome his efforts.

It is time to put the past to rest. Victory in the present has come to be a matter more than life and death. There are far worse horrors Bones is willing to employ.

Childhood Classmate: So insignificant a shadow you made in his past. Always present and near yet never did you disturb his isolated reality from all the rest. It seems fate has bound you again with its perilous strings. Maybe it is destined, he considers with a humorless smirk, that all the Gifted shall inevitably clash until a bitter end is made where only a sole victor stands. Despite his modern ambitions, he has no reservations towards quelling the threat you pose as a HAWK. He sees you not as a victim or pawn, not as you willingly breath and live in your traitorous ways. He has no mercy to spare for someone that would sink as low to serve those that hold the key to your chains, those that have collared you to their leash.

Bones has left the past to decay. Take responsibility for your fate or die by his hands.

Childhood Victim: He despised you. Cursed you whenever he flinched at your presence in the corner of his eye. A creature that threw in his face all he knew himself to be. One that denied him even a shred of sanctity outside the nightmare of his home. Had he been stronger then, less fearful of himself . . . he should have dealt with you then. Like a thorn in his side, you stubbornly refuse to free him from your torment. He will not let you overcome him as you did then. He will not be overtaken by the fear he held in the past. You will die. Stand in his way, and he will guarantee you a brutal end made to last.

Childhood Admirer: His first crush. His first love, he had naively thought then. For once, in those stray moments strung together, he had felt alive with a want. Had felt a desire for the next day, a comfort in the presence of another. He remembers the nights he spent cursing himself for being too weak then. Too much a coward to grasp tightly onto the one good thing you had given him. He had not been enough then. He cannot be anything for you now. Never has he cared for another as he did for you then. All these years, all these troubles, and still you have lingered in his mind. To see you in the present, alive and grown and here, is yet another cruel kick from fate. Another cruel test of his will. He cannot falter. He cannot fall before you. He cannot allow his pleas for you to turn back, to hide from him and his purpose, to slip past his lips.

Few will ever witness the man beneath the mask. To all others, his armor is not a shell for the man but rather the man himself. Like a second skin, Bones rarely allows those not close to him to glimpse behind the skeletal design or his armored mask. Bones has become afflicted in his appearance by the influence of his Gift. Skin once pale but human has turned ice-cold to the touch, silver-tinted and largely senseless. His sunken cheeks emphasize the squareness of his jaw, adding to his visage of something undead. Strikingly dark hair further draws forth the contrasting paleness of his blue gaze that slowly seeps with red when his Gift becomes active. The past has made him develop his once skeletal frame into a fit physique that can easily endure and deal significant damage. In civilian attire, Elov sticks to an all-black look with jackets over sweaters, jeans, combat boots, and an ensured abundance of pockets for whatever may happen. The multiple piercings in his ears, nose, lips, and brow are never worn during missions but tend to be dark or silver in color in his civilian life. Tattoo sleeves coat the entirety of his arms in a black-gray style, and more has begun to be added across the left side of his chest.

As a Minor Romance . . . (He must have been an admirer in childhood to access this.)

He lingers outside Curadora’s domain, bruised and exhausted from his frustrations to cast you from his mind. He should erase these ghostly affections he held in his boyhood. He should condemn your name, spit it as if to cleanse himself from the fondness it once held.

Holds still, he curses silently, even if you serve all he seeks to end. By choice or not, he cannot stand to bear these sympathies he has fought to purge himself free from. Like a ghost, you cling to him. A bitter memory. A lonesome regret. He had been a child. A useless, worthless child.

Do not look at him with that familiarity. Do not look at him in that way which forces his still heart to clench and his empty gaze to prick red. As red as the blood you drew from and onto his lips.

Yet you had made so rotten a thing become a taste he craved for you to steal again. Hjärtat, conceal yourself whenever he nears. The eyes that watch him, the horrors that guide him, the hopeless that need him . . . Beneath it all, he cannot afford you the mercy you once deserved.

Elov possesses a multi-faceted gift concerning induced madness and the undead.

#characters #interactive fiction #cardinals #insurrection #insurrection:hawks #Spotify #cardinals profiles #c: bones #artbreeder #minor ro

[captain-ponytail]

your 1st question: i agree i think it was random. at first the text calls him sin only when it’s scenes when the detective isn’t there but some way through it seems to change and he is called that even in the detectives pov but no one says his name aloud. and then the auctioneer says “you’ve met sin” near the end. likeeeee

and 2nd one: i think it’s a book 2 stat thing maybe. like when tapeesa/vieno says in book 2 how the other agents feel about the dt based on the choices you’ve made. bc when i imported a save from book 2 unit victor were friendly and they all had a laff but when i read again using the same choices except didn’t import a save, (just chose stuff before the book starts) they were hostile before my dt even spoke. so i’m guessing it was random? i don’t know if that even made sense or if it’s true. but it’s what i think

Thanks for sending your thoughts my way!

For the first question, it really must be random. I’m just glad I wasn’t missing a “hidden” scene or anything because I have a bad habit of making nearly the same choices every playthrough 😅

For the second, that makes a lot of sense actually. I was using a science-focused, less emotionally- driven MC which I don’t usually do, so it must have factored in.

Again, thank you!

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #book three #asks

[house-of-slayterr]

Hello self-claimed friend! Another though came to mind... What if y/n had a friend like Elliot from Euphoria? Cause I feel like Mags might pass out when she discovers them doing drugs together.

Maggie:

Also in Euphoria Elliot (kinda, I mean...) ruined Rue and Jules's relationship, so I feel like Maggie might get bad vibes. I can see her being on edge with the new possible home wrecker. This new character might get in the way of bringing mommy and daddy together 😆 (I'm sorry idk why this is kinda funny to me)

Euphoria in Dystopia:

So sorry this took so long love, I've been in and out of the hospital. But I think this is a devilish idea! I chose to change the name a bit because why not.

Tags: @howl-fantasies @keffirinne

TW: Drug use, I do not condone the glorification of said actions, but I do not condemn the people trapped in its cycle. Please reach out for help if you're struggling, your life is worth it.

Y/N POV:

I was on another inevitable path to self-destruction. It felt nice every once in a while to assure my own demise instead of someone else's. I sharpened my blades with reckless abandon as I let my thoughts carry me far away from this bleak reality. Victor broke my trust, and now I was going to break him into a bunch of minuscule pieces and feed him to the rats.

I'd sent Maggie to the store to get some supplies, I was sure she'd be out the whole day. It wouldn't be easy for someone like her to navigate the streets of the narrows alone. But I knew she could handle herself, she'd just be on a wild goose chase for a while. Long enough for me to make up my mind without her pesky interface. I swore sometimes that girl didn't have a menacing bone in her body. How could she be so open to forgiveness at a time like this? Why was she so attainment on making me forgive that traitor?

I'd have his head on a stake before I let him crawl back into my life. That was one thing Carmine taught me well, better than my own father did. Yet little miss goodie two shoes remained adamant that I get back together with my lying scheming husband. Sometimes I hated her for her optimism.

I glared at my phone as it rang from across the room. When the jingle started over I knew I couldn't escape the call.

"Hello." I breathed down the line, an heir of exhaustion hanging from my voice.

"Ciao mio vecchio amico!" a voice I hadn't heard in a long time spoke.

"Elios?"

"How's my Belladonna doing?"

"What do you want?" "Well, that's no way to greet a friend, open the door, I come bearing gifts."

I cocked my gun, checking the peephole to ensure it was really him. I unlocked the door and pulled him inside.

"Woah, what's with the hostility Amour Mio? Vickey really got you that bent out of shape?"

"Don't mention his name!" I seethed.

"Got it, I won't mention Voldermort again."

"I hate that I understand your childish reference."

"Yeah, but you love me though. Besides, I brought the foodstuff. The best way to forget an Ex, is to forget everything."

I smiled at him, the kind of smile that would make most people uncomfortable. But Elios excepted it with open arms. He always did, excepted every part of me. It was intoxicating being loved by him in such an unconditional way. Though not always romantic, it was appreciated.

An hour later we were reminiscing on old times, so coked out and cross faded, I was surprised I could even think in full sentences. It had been a long time since I'd been on anything harder than top-shelf liquor from Carmine's stash. I missed feeling like this, not having a care in the world, feeling safe, not on guard. But this moment wouldn't last forever.

I heard the key to the door turn, but I didn't bother to arm myself. Elios gave me a weird look.

"Since when did you become less jumpy? Not so trigger happy now are we sweetheart?"

I rolled my eye, shoving his face back into the couch. I watched as Maggie strolled in. Her eyes were on the floor as she greeted me.

"I got the stuff you asked for. I don't think I want to know what you're gone use... any, of this for. Don't you already have enough knives-"

She finally glanced up, seeing the dishevelled state of the apartment, of me.

"Who's this?" Her voice was cold, calculated.

"The names Elios Sweetness, what's yours?" He purred.

Elios had a one-track mind almost all the time, but especially when he was on heavy drugs. It was kinda pathetic, in an almost endearing sort of way. He was like a lost puppy, looking for its master. I watched her outwardly shutter at the nickname, Victor's nickname for me. I wouldn't admit that it stung to hear.

"Yeah, Elios was it? You don't have my permission to call me that."

She set down the bag on the table, kicking the door shut behind her before locking it again.

"Easy toots, didn't mean any harm."

She blew him off, making her way to the kitchen to prepare herself a cup of tea like she always did. It was strange how comfortable she felt in my house, around me. I was like a ticking time bomb, and she was certainly in my blast radius.

"Dove hai trovato questa persona innocente?" Elios mused.

"Mi crederesti se ti dicessi che i poliziotti l'hanno portata da me?" I joked.

He raised a curious brow to me.

"Impossibile, è incapace di essere subdola. Dove l'hai trovata davvero?"

"Osservare."

"Magnolia, darling can you bring me the bag in the cupboard next to the freezer?"

"Just a second." She shouted from her spot in the kitchen.

She came to sit on the other end of the room, her tea in one hand and my bag of goodies in the other. She gently placed it in my hand before returning to her spot. She sipped her tea with the ever-present smile on her face. The one a child wore on Christmas. How was she always this happy? It was almost disgusting. But I could tell she was on edge, she didn't like my company.

"How was your day?" She asked me.

I chuckled lightly.

"It's getting better. ELios here brought some fun with him?"

"I'm not sure I want to know your definition of fun either."

"How were the Narrows?" I mused.

"Don't go there right now, don't think I didn't know that little mission you sent me on was just to get me out of the house. I'm not entirely naive. I only completed it because I was curious. Now that curiosity is dead. I want no part in whatever you're planning, but I guess it's nice to see you not moping around for once."

I scoffed. "I don't mope."

She sipped her tea in silence, looking at me with her judgy little eye over the rim. She crossed her legs in a condescending manner, almost as if she were moonlighting as the mother figure this time. It was kinda cute, watching her try to play the manipulation game. She got up for a moment to go grab her book from the other room, another one gifted to her from this J.T. I honestly should look into this secret admirer of hers, but she didn't seem worried about it. You could never truly trust anyone in Gotham.

Elios gave me a mischievous look. I raised a brow at him.

"She needs to loosen up, don't you think?"

Normally I wouldn't approve, but this was harmless, right? I was right here, he didn't mean her any harm. Maggie really did need to stop playing mother hen and have some fun for once. He slipped a small amount of MDMA into her tea and stirred it with his finger, before offering it to me to lick clean. By the time Maggie came back, we were full-on making out on the couch.

"Really? I leave the room for two seconds. You both are worse than teenagers."

"What are you, my mother?"

She glared at me before taking another sip of her drink and cracking open her book. Lunar Park by Bret Easton Ellis. I gave her my best innocent smirk and continued to make out with Elios after flipping her off. She rolled her eyes and continued reading. Elios and I made a silent bet over how long it would take the drugs to kick in.

I watched as she became antsy in her seat, fighting with her book page every once and a while. This should be fun. She cleared her throat, excusing herself from the room.

Maggie's POV:

My entire body felt strange, I could practically feel every particle in the air touching my skin. My brain felt fuzzy, like how it did whenever I would get sick. I couldn't be disassociating now, not when Y/N was acting so reckless. Olive never told me what happens when I go away, just that he prefers it when I'm here. I didn't want to go away, not now, not ever.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and my skin felt clammy. The room felt like it was spinning, and I was with it. But everything felt upsideown. I splashed some water in my face, looked into the mirror and jumped back at what I saw. She didn't look like me, but of course, she was me. The girl before e looked tired, mentally at least.

I pushed the thought away, shaking my head as I left the bathroom, I couldn't let Y/N know I felt wrong, she'd see me as weaker than I already am. And with her new friend being here, it wasn't safe. So, I pretend everything was fine, despite the heavy pull on my brain, whipping very coherent thought I had from my frontal cortex. Maybe if I turned on some music, I could pretend t think clearly. I'm sure the two horn dogs on the couch wouldn't mind. Music had always been my escape, but only Oliver and Thea had heard me sing before.

I walked over to my speaker and turned on my playlist. I had to admit, the longer I looked at this stranger, the nicer he looked. I hummed the tune lightly as I made my way around the room, looking at random things like they were the most interesting thing in the world. I didn't even feel the four sets of eyes that were on me near the end of the song.

"You've got a lovely voice Kitten, you should sing us something." Elios complemented.

I desperately fought the blush creeping onto my cheeks. Why was I so easily flustered right now?

"He's right, I didn't know you could sing. Go on..." Y/N encouraged>

Really what did I have to lose? It's not exactly like this was some embracing screen that Y/N could use against me.

The next song on my playlist kicked up and I let my body flow to the music, letting my brain completely give way to this odd feeling.

"You like control, well I do too... take off my clothes and watch me move." I sang.

The clothes on my skin felt tighter, constricting. I hated the feeling.

"Help me with the zipper on my skirt, it's stuck. As you kneel, I'll be watching you fix me. This view of you, of the top of your head, makes me forgive you."

My brain wandered to Jim, back to that night. It all suddenly seemed clear in my head. Every memory flooding back.

"But your skin, did you notice your skin it cries a soft weep like mine."

I made my way back over to the couches, ignoring the eyes intently watching me. Soaking in my every move like I was the only thing in the room.

"How 'bout, how 'bout just a part of you..."

I was suddenly close to Elios, close enough to notice the detail now. I could see why Y/N Liked him. He was easy on the eyes, but clearly, he had to have a darkness about him that she would fall for.

"'Cause I want, I want, I want, I want... I want, I want, I want, I want, I want-" I trailed off.

I pulled him into a forceful kiss, which was unlike me. But it was nice, somehow exciting yet peaceful. Like I didn't have a single care in the world. He didn't pull away, instead choosing to bite deeply into my lower lip. I could feel the heat rise to the area as flesh and blood fell from the wound.

I licked at his lip, shoving my tongue down his throat, letting him taste my blood as I explored. Behind me, Y/N reached for the absinthe that had been sitting on the coffee table. Had they really been drinking that heavily earlier? But my thoughts were quickly brought back when Elios trailed a hand up my shirt, pulling a whimper out of me. God, I wasn't usually this needy.

Y/N sipped her beverage as she watched, a smirk permanently plastered on her face. What did they do to me? Those bastards, when my brain was clear I'd give her a piece of my mind. I threw my hand back, not breaking away from the kiss, as a grabbed the drink from her hand. I finally broke the friction, much to his dismay and gulped down the rest of her drink.

Fuck it, maybe I didn't want to remember tonight either. They always say if you can't beat them, join them. She let out a laugh, snatching the cup back from me and pouring more.

"Somebodies having fun, finally."

"Well excuse me for not relishing in your anguish Mon Ami. I'm not like you, remember?"

"Really, cause you all over Elios like I was the first time we met."

I looked back at the man in question and watched as he pulled something out of a bag in his pocket. He placed the contents of the bag on his tongue before pulling me in for another kiss, slipping whatever it was onto my own tongue. I fought to keep my brain stable, but it was a losing game. I knew I'd crash and burn, hard, soon.

I couldn't understand why Y/N insted on dragging me into all of her bullshit? Though I suppose it was my fault for caring even after the many warnings she gave me. She was going off the deep end, and I was sinking right with her. Where the hell was Victor when you needed him? Funny that a psychopath is the bolt level-headed one of us. Elios was dangerous, but every part of me craved that right now.

I tugged off my shirt, overwhelmed by the feeling of the fabric caressing my skin.

"Somebodies eager." He purred in my ear.

I rolled my eyes, pushing him down on the couch. The part of me that was still lucid was more desperate.

"What did you give me?" I slurred out.

"Nothing much, just something to help you relax sweetheart. Y/N favourite cocktail."

"Foolish of you to think she can handle that much Baby. I mean, she is just a baby after all, Isn't that right Maggie?" Y/N taunted.

"I can handle whatever this is, fuck you very much!"

"Whatever you say Sugar."

She lit a smoke, blowing it into my face.

"But if you're not gonna fuck him, I will." She finished.

I glared, pouting.

"What, still have that pipe dream of Mommy and Daddy getting back together? Not gonna happen Kiddo. Daddy bit the bullet, and he bit it hard. Something I have no doubt hell do over and over because he takes whatever I give him. Maybe you should learn a little something from Victor on that front, Doll."

She lifted me, almost too easily from my spot on the couch. Granted I didn't put up much of a fight, not that I could. I watched from my little corner of the world as they went at each other like starved animals. I knew she was just doing this to hurt Victor in some way, the only way she could truly do that was by hurting herself. The same way Jim was hurting me every time he ran right back into Lee's arms. That dreadful woman, I did not envy her one bit. Gotham would be her downfall, as it appears we shared the same fate. Doomed to love a man who was never truly available. Forced to watch as our lives crumble from the outside in, just pawns in the grand joke that was Gotham City.

AN: Not that I don't respect Maggie's right to be a whore, cause she's doing great at it. But I really have to stop traumatising her by making her sleep with certain people when she won't remember it.. why am I so mean to her? She doesn't deserve this. Also ouch Y/N being a bitch and using the nickname even though she knows about Maggie's other half. Brutal.

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[pokemonruby]

Curious, but what would your Pokemon trainer quotes be? :0 Things like battle intro, victory, defeat, Pokemon on low HP, landing a super effective hit, Pokemon fainting, that sort’ve thing!

oh that's a really nice question! i'm so not sure for myself personally, but my delusional brain has essentially developed an entire hypothetical pokemon game starring my oc victor as the champion so maybe i could answer with what some of his theoretical lines would be? ^_^

he's a very kindhearted and motivational person, so it would feel less like a competition and more of him inspiring you on! of course, not that he intends to hold back or anything - and when it comes to battling he's the absolute cream of the crop, but instead of fixating on winning he'd rather have fun! another little tidbit i should share is that in some modes, you'd be given the option of fighting him in a double-battle format with his husband, hawke, as his battle partner - so i'll include some additional dialogue for that particular scenario!

battle intro: "hehe, isn't this exciting? of course, i saw promise in you from the very moment we first met - remember? it was back in the temple of fire when we first had that run-in with team relic... at the time i was rather naive to the danger present... as both the champion and the rightful guardian of the fairel region, i failed in my duty to apprehend the situation, and that carelessness of mine nearly resulted in the devastation of everything... everything that i hold dear to me... indeed, i could have very well turned out just like that man if i... if i hadn't had you, and so many other loyal allies by my side. i'm still... that is, i'm still apologetic over the fact that i had to drag an innocent child like you into this mess... but you've more than proven yourself worthy to stand here today among the greats - yes, you should be proud of yourself! you've accomplished so much... and even after you leave here today, regardless of the outcome - i know that you'll continue to go on and achieve even more incredible feats - your shine is eternal, young trainer... and this battle of ours was a long time coming indeed... but let us peel off our competitive lens and... consider this no more than a humble showdown between a pair of good friends. let's have fun, all right? the ultimate winner matters little... what truly matters was the journey until this point, and the ones you'll have henceforth! now - lucario and i are going to give it our all; come at us with all you've got!"

battle intro (w/ hawke): "oh, look who it is! ready for another rematch, are we? as you can tell, i don't come alone this time - hawke resigned from the elite four when the position of the head of the battle palace was thrust onto him, but he told me he could spare a minute to test your abilities in an, ah. less hostile environment, right? things can get pretty darn heated over there, from what i've been able to tell... so then, i had this great idea! the erstwhile champion and the illustrious battle king... quite the fearsome pair, wouldn't you say? if you're looking for a bit more of a challenge this time around... why don't you try and compete with our combined wisdom and see if you can prevail? don't let me down, hawke and salamence!"

super-effective hit: "wow, that was a good one! but don't think you've got it in the bag just yet... you'll need to keep up the ante if you hope to defeat me!"

super-effective hit w/ hawke: "oh, hawke! are you all right? don't falter yet - we can still win this thing!"

pokemon fainting: "... you did well, partner - have a nice rest now, okay? your allies will avenge you!"

pokemon fainting w/ hawke: "don't despair, hawke! we've still got some tricks up our sleeves, right? come on - let's push through this adversity together!"

pokemon on low hp: "looks like we've been backed into a corner... but victory hasn't fallen from our clutches yet! get ready!"

pokemon on low hp w/ hawke: "oh, yikes! let's get you patched up there, hawkey - it isn't like you to be so reckless!"

last pokemon: "... it all comes down to this, doesn't it? my beloved friend... you've been with me through thick and thin... without you, i reckon my story would have ended a long time ago... so... for the climax of our thrilling tale, let's give it everything we've got - use the full breadth of your power and arise a champion, lucario!"

last pokemon w/ hawke: "looks like we're down to our last two... an iconic pair best reserved for last! lucario, salamence, hawke - we've all come such a long way... but this isn't the end yet - no, let's ride on this high and take victory home!"

defeat: "i... i can't believe it, you actually... hahaha... hahaha! good job - i'm so proud of you! to have been able to witness your growth from start to finish, i truly... i cannot wait to see how this dream of yours unfolds. congratulations!"

defeat w/ hawke: "haha... even with our combined power... we still weren't able to triumph in the end, huh? no worries - it was still a whole lotta fun!"

.... SORRY IF THIS GOT A BIT LENGTHY! i just love my kids so much sobbing

#oc tag #thank you for this anon!!! it was a lot of fun ^_^ #victor my little autism man