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olivyh · 3 years

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TWST FAMILY HCS PT 3) Scarabia and Pomefiore

Scarabia:

Jamil:

-Mama Viper: She’s on the quieter side, similar to Jamil. She’s a very hardworking woman and incredibly loyal to whoever she gets close to, which extends to Kalim as well. Seeing the two boys grow up together, and considering how I think Kalim didn’t get the most attention growing up (with thirty siblings and counting, plus having his father working all the time) she felt sorry for him and took him in as her own as well. She sometimes feels Jamil’s pain at being stuck in the life of servitude, but is incredibly proud of him for sticking up for himself and doing what she never got to do, even if she scolded him after word got to the household. She can’t put much focus on either of her children, which deeply saddens her, but she looks forward to watching them grow up to be strong, intelligent, and independent. I think she’s a little shorter than Jamil, with the same long black hair that she braids down her back. She has dark brown eyes that almost look black.

-Papa Viper: He’s on the more reserved side as well, but not by choice. He’s very talkative when talking about his experiences, often going into rants where he has to remind himself to not overstep his boundaries. I think Papa Viper and Papa Al-Asim have a similar relationship to Kalim and Jamil pre-overblot, where it’s very one sided and there’s a lot of bitterness. Despite this, Papa Viper remains loyal to the Al-Asim family. Deep down he wishes he could spend more tike with his children and deeply regrets telling them to lessen themselves to make the Al-Asims higher than them yet again. And, like Mama Viper, he is incredibly proud of his son for being so intelligent and independent, sticking up for himself and trying to break the chains that kept their family held down foe generations. I think he stands at the same height as Jamil, with shorter cropped hair with grey streaks going across the sides.

-Little sister Viper: A spitfire who’s not afraid to speak her mind, often getting scolded by other servants and the rest of her family. Very close with Kalim’s younger sister who she has to watch over- they have movie nights and makeover nights as often as possible. She often scolds her older brother, telling him little things he needs to change (“haven’t you been wearing your hair like that since forever?”), which often gets them in little passive-aggressive arguments. She and Kalim’s younger sister aspire to be as magicam-popular as the Vil Schoenheit- they even have their friend from the land of Pyroxene to help them boost their account and make their pictures look better (Yes, they call and chat with Cater’s second oldest sister all the time)! I think she has long hair tied in a way similar to their mother’s, with Jamil’s dark grey eyes. I think she stands shorter than the rest of the family, at around 5’2.

Kalim:

-Papa Al-Asim: A cheery, joyful man much like his oldest son! He’s a little dense sometimes, but is actually a very smart man (it’s not easy to own a company after all!). He tries his best to bond with all of his children and wives, but often struggles to juggle everything at once (which leads to him being very teary eyed at every little interaction with any one of his children). Will also spoil his children and wives as often as he can! He likes to see all their different interests, and is overjoyed when he can watch some of them perform during dinners or hang up their paintings or drawings or, if he’s lucky and has the time, he can attend one of their sport games! I think he’d be a little taller than Kalim, with white hair similar to his, with dark brown eyes.

-Mama Al-Asim: A princess at heart. A very quiet and patient woman, who adores her children with every ounce of her being. I think Papa Al-Asim might have four-five wives? Bc these poor woman cannot be having six plus children in the span of seventeen years. I think she gets along well with the others, but would rather it be her and her children getting closer. I think she’s enamored with everything each one of them does, whether it be something as small as a craft they made or a little magic trick they learned, and will keep pictures of every little thing they do. She tries to include every one of them when she does something, whether it be reading aloud to them and the other children, or teaching them how to knit and sew, or helping them learn new dances and wearing new things. She teaches them to be kind to others, often retelling the story about the Thief and the Princess to point out how kind each of the protagonists were. She teaches them as much as possible, from how to help their Papa to how to fix your mistakes and catch them before they happen. She will listen to whatever problems they have, and will offer her shoulder to cry on for each and every one of them. She is also very affectionate to them, still offering cuddles and forehead kisses whenever they look upset (no matter how old they may get). I think she’d have very long brown hair that she tries to add as many intricate little designs to as possible, with Kalim’s bright red eyes. I think she’d be around 5’1-5’2?

-I AM NOT DOING ALL THIRTY YOUNGER SIBLINGS SO HERES A FEW HONORABLE MENTIONS: Twins who get into as much trouble as they possibly can, driving the servants insane. One of them often sneaks out of the palace and comes back after everyone spent hours searching for them with souvenirs. Nobody knows where they went or how they got there, and they won’t tell anyone. His little sisters often dressing up as princesses and performing whole musical numbers during dinner, with the dances down and everything. Hide and seek. With all thirty plus of his little siblings. It’s insanity for anyone wandering the palace. Their drawings are all over the palace. Animals. So. Many. Animals. They have anything from birds, to reptiles, to insects, heck, one of Kalim’s little sisters even has a domesticated tiger! All of them plan as many movie nights and pillow fort building days as often as they can- seeing each other not only as siblings but as close friends! Of course, when their oldest brother comes home from school, they all sit around his room as he tells them stories about things he’d seen and learned, as animated as possible. Of course, he tells them classic fairytales as well, acting them out and jumping around his room, trying to get as many reactions to them as possible. Of course, many of the quieter ones prefer to stick away from the action and near Jamil, who will quietly talk with them in the corner of the room.

Pomefiore:

Vil:

-Papa Schoapjfaojfpak: As already stated, a popular actor and stage director. With this comes the same publicity that Vil has to deal with, making him look nearly flawless and act as such when out in public. He keeps his son’s attitude when it comes to fans, keeping most interactions short and simple, putting on a show offstage nearly as much as he does onstage. Behind closed doors, however, he’s a very kind yet strict father, making sure that Vil takes proper care of himself and is happy at the same time. He struggled with the aspect of having to leave Vil alone for much of the time when he was a child since he had to work often. When these times were especially bad, he’d often bring Vil into the sets to help him get ready for filming or to watch his Papa from a little seat next to the directors. He would always chuckle and pat Vil’s hair whenever he told him something he could’ve done better after the filming process, glad that his son has an eye for these sorts of things. He’d even let him experiment with the expensive costumes and makeup, helping him fix his own small mistakes. He tries to make it to every show and movie that Vil does, often going undercover to ensure that fans don’t take his attention off his son. He has a box full of their own home movies that the two of them made, including action, comedy, even a few thrillers thrown in (of course, Vil was the strong hero who defeated the bad guy)(The bad guy being his poor father with fake blood smeared on his face). He watches them sometimes when he misses his son (and he cries about how far he’s come, not that he’d ever tell Vil). I think he’d be the same height as Vil, and a little muscular due to having to keep up appearances. He has Vil’s hair and eye color.

Rook:

-Mama Hunt: Okay back to my headcannon page about species, I saw something that said that Rook was half beastman. So, I like to think that Rook’s mother is the beastwoman in the relationship. She’s a strong, loving caracal beastwoman. She’s kind and often spoils her son as much as possible, coddling him whenever he’s around, no matter the age. He get’s his poetic nature from her, an artist, poet, author, whatever she could get her hands on! Despite this, she’s still a woman from the Savanah, so she gets very protective over her husband and son, and is a lot stronger than she looks! She would be the kind of woman who’d tell you the most vague, unsettling threats with a smile on her face, and she’s had some pretty close scrapes with people who thought that they could try to hurt her son because he was half human (and also, due to Rook’s nature, likely trespassing on their property). She tries to show her son the beauty in the world, complimenting him on every little thing he did and poetically pointing out everything beautiful around her during their walks (even if it wasn’t)(Mrs.Hunt please don’t show your son that roadkill)(please don’t compliment the roadkill)(let it rest in peace im begging you). She and her husband are incredibly proud of everything Rook does. I think she has short blonde hair that goes black at the ends, yellow eyes, and is only an inch shorter than Rook.

-Papa Hunt: Where do you think Rook got his hunting instinct from? Not from his beastwoman mother, surprisingly. The infamous Mr.Hunt was but a hunter who had wandered too far away from where his friends had decided to go camping in the Savana. He, like his son, was enamored with any non-human species, his curiosity leading him to a beastwoman quietly painting not too far from her home. With her enhanced hearing, she quickly whipped around and glared at him, shocking the man to the point of falling down. And from that point forward, he was in love. He’s incredibly supportive of his wife’s artistry, complimenting her at every moment about how perfect she did and how amazing she is as what she does. He’s a romantic, like his son, so you can expect many, many mushy moments between the two of them (que baby Rook making a face at the display). He wanted to teach his son as much as possible about the world, to make him as curious as possible. Of course, he wanted to bond with his son for as long as possible. How would they do that? Father-son camping trips, in which Papa Hunt would teach the boy how to shoot a bow (it took him a minute to realize that his son’s laser-point accuracy could be because his beastman instincts tell him how to get the kill as fast as possible, and he was the proudest Papa in the Savana when he went to tell his wife). He also often took him to larger towns, letting his boy get acquainted with his beastman culture so he didn’t feel too left out around others. He is the same height as Rook, but with shoulder-length black hair and bright green eyes.

Epel:

-Great-Meemaw Felmier: A very old and wise woman, shockingly stubborn and independent for her old age. She adores her great grandson and was the one who taught him how to carve apples in the first places. She’d tell him stories about when her father first bought the farm they lived on, and what things were like then, how they changed. Of course, she gets tired very quickly so these stories are often left with open endings, much to Epel’s dismay. She always knows what advice to give for any situation, and won’t be afraid to tell you the truth. She’s likely around her late nineties, and often carries around a walker that she smacks people’s ankles with. I think she’d have very, very long hair (“To preserve my youth”, she says) that she lets hang as much as possible.

-Meemaw & Peepaw Felmier: Two very sweet people. Both hailing from families of farmers who had lived in and around the village of harvest their whole lives, they grew up around each other and are practically inseparable. They care very much for their children and grandchildren, and often act as their grandchildren’s partners in crime whenever they get into trouble, patching them up when they get hurt and helping to clean the mess they might have made in the kitchen. would have shoulder-length light purple hair (almost white) that she ties back. They look like Mr. and Mrs. Claus that you see on those old Christmas animations that you can never remember the name of but see every year.

-Uncle & Aunt Felmier: A stern, but kind couple. Uncle Felmier is a gruff man, often being too blunt and too focused on work to take a break every now and again, and Aunt Felmier is strict with her child’s rules and schedule. Luckily, they have Epel’s parents to balance them out when they get too far. Uncle Felmier enjoys working out in the farm with his younger brother, and Aunt Felmier is Mrs.Felmier’s best friend, which made both the men very happy when Papa Felmier was getting ready to marry Mama Felmier. Whether it be cooking, baking, attending festivals in town, or even sitting near the fire and drinking tea/coffee, the four of them greatly enjoys each other’s company. Uncle Felmier is a taller man with light purple hair, with grey streaks going up the front, he’s more built due to working on the farm. Auntie Felmier is a stout woman, with light brown hair that’s often tied up in a low ponytail.

-Papa Felmier: A very kind and hardworking man, who lives for his family. He gets up at the earliest hours in the morning and goes to bed at the latest at night to keep the farm going and to help out their elderly neighbors. He’s a little strict with Epel, but that changed as Epel grew up and became less rowdy (not by a lot). He tries his best to understand his son and let him grow as his own person, hearing him out when he gets upset about others calling him feminine. He even tries to put a stop to his brother making comments about the boy, at least around him. He is a little scrawnier than his brother, but still fairly muscular due to constantly lifting things and operating machinery to keep things running. He has Epel’s purple hair and light green eyes.

-Mama Felmier: Another one where, if you hadn’t known she was a farmer, you’d think she was a lost princess. She’s a kind, generous, quiet woman who does her best to keep her chaotic household from falling apart. Similar to the Tweel’s father, she tries to protect Epel as much as possible, and him going so far away for school made her panic internally, as proud as she was of him. She does her best to calm her son down when he gets rowdy or frustrated at something, and often approaches him with hot cocoa or an apple tart to make him feel a little better. She solves everything with food, which mostly incorporates apples, and believes that by baking for him and by extension, his friends at school, she makes their days a little better, no matter how horrible they may be. She is welcoming to any of the boys from school who may have a hard time at home or who need a place to stay, and was happy to the point of tears when he told her that he made friends at school. Is another one who will proudly display pictures of their child, often having long conversations with their neighbors about how he is, what he’s doing in school, etc etc. She is incredibly beautiful (where else would he get that face?) and has long ginger hair with Epel’s blue eyes.

-Little cousin Felmier: Epel’s baby cousin is only around six or seven, and follows his older cousin as much as he can. He defends Epel as much as possible whenever people call him delicate and girly, and will go on long rants about all the cool things he’d seen him do over the years (“He jumped out o’ th’ tree! Without thinkin’!” “We were sleepin’ outside n’ he heard an animal outside o’ our tent n’ he scared it off!”). Is quick to help around the house, despite being stubborn and upset about not being strong enough to help his father and uncle work outside yet. He’s always quick to ask Epel about school, and has begged him on multiple occasions to let him go with him (“We already sleep in the same room! What’s the difference if it’s here or at your dorm?”). I think he’d have Epel’s hair color but with light green eyes.

Im just imagining Epel’s giant family living in the same farmhouse and it being this small, warm, friendly place out in the country with plaid red curtains and little apple accessories everywhere and quilts and a big fireplace they all talk by 🥺🥺

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mrsjadecurtiss · 3 years

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The thing that we won’t have a roose chapter it’s kinda sad. Like we will never know if doing certain things (like the red wedding) didn’t minimally affect him or otherwise. Like we can’t forget that he doesn’t EXPRESS his feelings not that he hasn’t any. I know Brabrey said this specifically but as wise she is she can’t read others mind. I’m not justifying any action I’m only saying it would be interesting finding out he actually “gives shit” about things he did. And I know the probabilities of this being true are very low, but as a person myself who has difficulties to express my emotions and seems apathic to others while I feel emotions with the same intensity as everyone I was curious.

Oooh now that you sent your second ask the original one appeared! My reply got a little long; I will use quotes from your ask as “chapter headers” for the different topics so it is easier to understand.

“We will never know if doing certain things (like the red wedding) didn’t minimally affect him or otherwise. [...] I’m not justifying any action I’m only saying it would be interesting finding out he actually “gives shit” about things he did.”

I don't think Roose feels *bad* about the red wedding - he didn’t have to do it after all, it's not like he was under coercion or threat of his life; arguably the entire thing wouldnt have worked without having a strong northern traitor. While Robb's cause was a losing one and this influenced Roose to turn cloak after weighing the alternatives, Roose was not in danger under Robb and his betrayal appears to have been about both minimizing his waste of resources in a losing cause as well as the advantages he can get from this new alliance and what Tywin offers.

Roose appears to fundamentally be a selfish man, who decides his actions after what will give him the most benefit at the smallest risk to his own person. Any regrets i imagine he might feel (this could be what you meant in your ask) would be not on a moral level, but rather about mistakes he made that led him into a position that might not end well for him, and the danger he has gotten himself into.

Roose Bolton said nothing at all. But Theon Greyjoy saw a look in his pale eyes that he had never seen before—an uneasiness, even a hint of fear. - aDwD

Roose to me represents the worst of feudalism, and the epitome of how someone turns out who is raised at the top of this society and with an unchallenged privilege. He has no respect for the autonomy of the people below him in hierarchy, and sees politics and the power at his hand as a tool to benefit himself first and foremost.

“We can’t forget that he doesn’t EXPRESS his feelings not that he hasn’t any.”

Agreed - for all that he is evil and callous i believe it is shown that he has feelings and emotions, which he generally hides under a mask.

Roose Bolton's own face was a pale grey mask, with two chips of dirty ice where his eyes should be. - aDwD

We know he feels fear about his crumbling political situation, he feels fondness for Walda, he appears to talk about Domeric with affection, he is amused enough by Arya not to punish her, he refuses to break the taboo of kinslaying, and something drives him to keep Ramsay around even though it is not advantageous rationally. He has his wants and needs, he has societal expectations he adheres to (like the expectation to continue his family line), he has a distaste for being disrespected...

As an example of him showing emotion, in the Red Wedding itself i believe grrm intentionally contrasts his behaviour with the prior Jaime chapter: where in his dialogue with Jaime he seems relaxed, talks a lot and is shown enjoying his food, in the Red Wedding he is quiet and doesn’t eat much while exchanging subtle threats with Lord Walder. This appears to show that he was indeed stressed in this high-stakes situation and aware of the danger he was in. Note that the quote from aDwD about him showing fear also explicitly points out that he says "nothing at all" in a time of stress, paralleling his lack of dialogue during the RW chapter. (Catelyn is depressed and so probably not talkative, but he also doesnt engage in dialogue with his wife despite her “chatter”).

I wont expand on it too much in this post for length's sake, but i think it is also likely that Roose shares traits with Ramsay in terms of emotionality (which he then hides under his “mask”, as opposed to his openly emotional son); For example his behaviour of not tolerating disrespect and taking what is "his" in the event with the miller's wife. Some i also briefly touched upon in this meta.

“I know Brabrey said this specifically but as wise she is she can’t read others mind.”

In “The Prince of Winterfell”, Barbrey has a long paragraph about her opinion on Roose. As this is her first longer scene, it is my opinion that her entire long dialogue scene with Theon is meant not only to show insight into some of the characters she talks about, but also about her own character; since the way someone talks about people shows how they think.

The negative way she talks about Roose ( “Roose has no feelings, you see.”) seems to be informed by several things:

- Obviously, his callous and selfish personality and lack of morals

- The fact that Barbrey and Roose clearly have history. Considering that Roose now has Ramsay as his heir, and Barbrey loathes Ramsay for what she believes is his fault in Domeric's death, Barbrey likely harbors some resentment against Roose for this move. This likely boosts her opinion that he is completely emotionless and only "plays with [people]" without caring for them. Her line "He does not love, he does not hate, he does not grieve" seems to contain a certain bitterness, and i believe it at least partially refers to their personal history (one could try to continue her words: he does not love [Barbrey], he does not hate [Ramsay], he does not grieve [Domeric].).

- Barbrey calls Theon's heart "craven and cringing", she calls Wyman Manderly "craven to the bone, that one", and she holds a grudge against Eddard for what he did to her without presenting much understanding for his side of the story. I believe she has a tendency to have a slightly superficial view of people or at least to talk badly about these superficial aspects, informed among other things by their appearance (Ned and Roose are plain, Theon and Wyman have physical deficiencies) and presentation (the colder Roose/Ned vs the outgoing wolf-blooded Brandon), and by the slights she perceived they did to her. She also has a tendency to scapegoat people to cope with grief, like hating on Rickard’s maester for Brandon's marriage.

So while she is right about Roose' callousness and moral bankruptcy and has some correct statements, as a fallible character (as opposed to the all-knowing author) she likely somewhat designs her view of him to fit her own narrative and worldview. So while she is an enticing source since she is close to him, her view on him should be taken with a grain of salt the same way she is not 100% correct about people like Ned or Wyman. Some things she says can be argued with through character analysis, and some things we have concrete quotes we can contrast: For example while she says "I think [Roose] would be pleased if the fat man attempted some betrayal", we know that Roose is in fact worried and bothered by the prospect, and in his dialogue to Ramsay it reads like he describes the unfaithfulness of his allies as threatening instead of an amusement. She also theorizes Roose wants to be king in the north, which seems like an impossible plan in his current political situation and nothing we had any hints towards so far in his scenes (I sometimes like to muse it might have been a reference to grrm's plans for the five year gap).

So basically what i would love a Roose PoV for is turning all the "apparently"s and "maybe"s from my metas into either confident statements or to deconfirm them... Showing some more of his view on the world, some more of his past, how he really feels about people without filtering it through dialogue and political goals... His worries, his anger, his happiness, raw and unfiltered... His long scene with Theon in Reek III practically doubles as half a PoV chapter because of the insane amounts of exposition in his dialogue (Theon barely talks or thinks for pages while Roose talks), but it is still filtered through Theon's impression of him and the agenda Roose might have behind his spoken words to present himself in a certain way.

I like to analyze his character from his lines in the book, and what few quotes I find by grrm in the So Spake Martin collection round out my impression of him well, but I would love to have a view inside his head to really get to the meat of it, and get a view of his true personality without the help of assumptions and implications.

#asoiaf #roose bolton #asoiaf meta #asks #Anonymous #i also relate to what you said about a difficulty expressing emotions and appearing closed off to others #its why i think people shouldnt see roose' closedness and coldness as his entire personality... seems a very onedimensional way to view him #people who are really just 100% unfeeling and aloof usually pretend they arent

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sxypigeon · 3 years

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Chapter 20 - Bolin tries to write a screen play and everyone has a bad day

Book 5 Absolution (a mostly canon korrasami story)

Things in the refugee camps have gone downhill, Korra checks on Kuvira, and Asami tries not to murder Varrik.

Chapters 1, 19

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The scene: A dusty Earth Kingdom village on the edge of the Si Wong Desert - a sleepy tourist town in its off season at dusk.

Enter: Ting-Ting in disguise wearing sandbender wraps and clothes, looking for his informant. He walks down a side street and into the shadiest tavern, through the torn sheet acting as a door. The interior is crowded and smokey, just the way Ting-Ting likes it. He approaches the bar and says to the bartender -

“Bolin!”

Said earth bender turned from the window of the airship he’d been vacantly staring out of to his brother. “What, I’m here - yes! . . . Um, could you repeat that in case I missed everything you just said?”

Mako sighed and rolled his eyes from his seat opposite him, next to Jeong. “I asked you if you enjoyed your time with Opal, but judging by the look you just had, I guess I don’t need an answer.”

Bolin frowned at the pair of them as they shared a smug smile. “Of course I did, but that wasn’t what I was thinking about. I have this idea for a mover I’m working on-”

“Still?” Mako asks in surprise.

“Well, yeah. What with working on uniting the Earth Kingdom and then saving Republic City, I haven’t had a whole lot of time to work on it.”

“What’s it about?” Jeong asked with interest.

“Oh, here we go,” Mako muttered with a small exasperated grin.

A huge grin lit up Bolin’s face. “It’s about an ex-United Forces operative named Ting-Ting who’s on the trail of his kidnapped love Ivy. His arch-nemesis Dr. Razor took her as revenge for Ting-Ting’s last mission with the United Forces to shut down his illegal laboratory where he forced spirits and thugs to merge and become his minions. Ting-Ting’s research leads him to the edge of the Si Wong Desert where his former partner, Lee, is undercover trying to bust a smuggling ring among the sandbenders. All clues point to Dr. Razor using the lost city of Sobata in the middle of the desert as his base and the center of the sandbender’s smuggling operation.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of information. Do you think people will be able to follow along with the plot?”

“Sure, I mean, maybe there’ll have to be a voiceover explaining some of the finer details, but I think-”

“We’re here,” Mako interrupted.

Jeong smiled and shrugged, “Next time.”

“Yeah,” Bolin muttered, “maybe by then I’ll have a bit more of the plot worked out and not just the backstory.”

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“What do you mean you took over an Earth Empire reeducation camp? Where are you?!”

Kuvira sighed tiredly and rubbed her eyes. The avatar, as usual, had chosen an inopportune time to appear. “Reeducation Camp 11, just east of the mountains and Fort Senlin.” She paused to yawn. “I helped the prisoners overthrow their guards and we currently control the camp and it seems like the Empire forces are unaware. Was that all - can I go back to sleep? It’s been a long two days.”

The spectral form of the avatar glared at her for a moment before worry won out over anger. “What’s your plan for the camp? Are you going to keep control of it or shut it down? I don’t think the prisoners will want to stay long if they have the option of leaving.”

She is the wettest blanket. No appreciation for taking over a camp singlehandedly, I see. “We’re working on a way to send some of the prisoners by boat to Republic City, others want to stay in the area and fight the Empire locally and reunite with their families,” Kuvira muttered through a yawn. “Seriously, I’ve had maybe three hours of sleep in the last two days. Let’s hurry this up.”

“Do you need back up or me to help in any way?”

“Other than going away and letting me sleep?” Kuvira ignored another glare. “Send a ship to meet the boat in three days.”

“What about the guards?”

“What about them?”

“Are they dead or your prisoners? Do they need to be moved?”

“No one has died per your orders,” she sighed. “I was going to destroy all of the camp except the cells and leave a few days of food. Someone will investigate if radio-silence goes more than forty-eight hours.”

“Okay, what’s after this?”

I’m working on that, but your pestering isn’t helping. Kuvira was quickly losing what little patience she had left. “If all of this works? Who knows, maybe I’ll open a tea shop in the middle ring of Ba Sing Se and retire.”

Korra looked ready to explode. “I’m trying to help you! We both want the same thing! I can’t do anything for you if you don’t let me in on what you’re thinking.”

“And I’m telling you, right now, what I’m thinking about is sleep. Now kindly disappear since that seems to be something you’re good at.”

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This was a mistake. Why did I ever agree to this? This was one of the most important buildings in Asami’s entire company . . . and she was letting a known swindler and thief in through the front door.

“You know, I came up with something like this in a dream eighteen months ago,” Varrik said thoughtfully while passing an airplane large enough to hold two dozen people.

There is no plausible way this will end any way, but in disaster. “As a reminder, Varrik, everything in this building and in or around the surrounding complex is off limits to you and Zhu Li. These are trade secr-”

“Yeah, yeah. Zhu Li, did you remember to pack the pumice scrub? You know how bad my calluses get.”

Asami gritted her teeth, but maintained a smile for her employee leading the tour. He will steal at least one of my R&D designs. He’ll steal it, copyright it, and then counter sue me when I try to take him to court over it.

Varrik wildly flung his arm in the direction of his wife’s head and pointed, “Hey, is that the break room? Does it have a full kitchen? Top quality genius requires expertly prepared, well-balanced meals.

He’s going to drive me insane and I’m going to kill him . . . then I’ll go to prison and never see Korra again . . . or I could go on the run and maybe Korra could come with me . . . as long as I don’t have to live in the sewers again.

The group came to a stop just inside the break room while Varrik tested the water pressure and temperature coming out of the taps in the kitchenette. The tour guide, the head of the research building, approached her with a calm smile born from years of dealing with eccentric researchers. “Will there be anything else, Miss Sato?”

“No, thank you, Mr. Taka. That will be all,” she replied. She waited for him to leave before waving her guests over and addressing them. “I cannot emphasize this enough: everything you see here falls under the heading Trade Secret and cannot be copied or reproduced in any form-”

Varrik rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around Asami’s shoulders. “What are you, a broken record?. I remember the forms your lawyer made us sign. She read them all out loud - it nearly put me to sleep.”

“You can never be too careful,” Asami said with a forced smile. Remember to breathe. Maiming him won’t make this easier . . . or will it? “Would you like some time to settle in or-”

“Heck no! Let’s get straight to business!” He stepped away, with a hand behind his back and a hand in the air, counting off what he needed on his fingers. We’re going to need three heavy-duty electro-magnets, five industrial spools of thirty gauge copper wire, multiple sheets of pure platinum ranging from 0.25mm thickness to 5mm, and a pot of black tea every fifty-two minutes.”

Asami attempted to unclench her jaw before answering. “Zhu Li warned - informed me of what we’d need. It’s all set up in the lab.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?! Zhu Li, do the thing!”

Asami watched the newlyweds practically run toward the ballistic R&D laboratory hopelessly. Maybe everything will go fine . . . and maybe the Earth Empire will spontaneously surrender and give up their super weapons . . . and just maybe I’ll come out of this with my sanity intact.

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“Is it just me or do these people not seem happy to see us?” Bolin asked

Mako kept his head on a swivel. Everyone on their path hurried away as they approached. “They do not.”

“I don’t like this,” Jeong whispered. “Something must have happened while we were away.” She led the group down the dirt path between the rows of tents at a brisk pace. “Dad! What’s going on? What-”

Jeong was stopped in front of her family's tent when the boys caught up to her. The stricken look on the man’s face told them nearly all of the story.

Mako stepped beside the silent young woman and addressed her father gently, “What happened, sir?”

He breathed deeply and squared his shoulder, trying to hold his emotions in check. “My son . . . and at least two other members of the neighborhood watch have been abducted.”

“No,” Bolin muttered hopelessly behind Mako.

“Did someone see any of this take place? Are you sure they’re being held against their will?” Mako asked as he took out his notepad.

“Letters were sent to the families . . . delivered by young orphans we’ve seen with Triple Threat members.”

“This is my fault,” Jeong muttered in shock to herself. “I stole that weapon. I set up the watch. I tried to drive the Triple Threats out of the area-”

“No! You helped your neighbors!” Bolin insisted. “Everything you did was to make everyone safer. We’re going to get everyone back and bring the Triple Threats to justice!”

“Assigning blame isn’t going to help the situation,” Mako cut in, mostly to prevent Bolin from making more promises he wasn’t sure they could keep. “May I see the letter you received? Jeong, I need you to stay with your family while Bolin and I look into this.”

Perhaps as a sign of how distraught she was, Jeong simply nodded and headed into the tent. Her father sighed sadly once she was inside. “She’s tried so hard to help. Here, find the bastards and bring my son home . . . please.”

Mako met his eyes and nodded as he took the letter. “We’ll do everything in our power, sir. I’ll let you know when I’ve learned anything.” He grabbed Bolin by the arm and marched them back toward the airship they arrived on.

“Wait, aren’t we going to collect evidence and question the neighbors or stake out a . . .a tent or something?” Bolin asked.

Mako kept his face neutral. “The two of us can’t take on an entire gang by ourselves. We’re going to need back up. There’s a radio in the airship.”

“Oh, right. We can call for backup?”

“I hope so,” Mako muttered to himself. If there is any . . .

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Thanks for reading!

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tawaifeddiediaz · 4 years

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let me go

Hey! This was from a prompt from @jellyfishinc. I had to change this prompt around because of the logistics, but here it is! I hope this shows up in the tags xD

Naturally, this turned into 8000 words because zero self-control. Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine.

There is a happy ending okay, don’t worry!

Original Prompt: Married!buddie where buck disappears, and when the 118 gets a bomb threat called in, they get to the location only to discover buck is strapped to a chair with the bomb rigged to it. And the Eddie being stubborn and refusing to leave his side despite buck practically yelling at him to stay away out of fear for Eddie's life.

TW: descriptions of bombs, mentions of dark anger, description of injuries, heavy angst

Word Count: 8169

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Eddie felt like he was floating.

For the first time since he met him, he wasn’t sure where Buck was, and it was driving him insane . His shift ended three hours later than Eddie on Tuesdays, and today, he had texted saying that he was going to pick up groceries.

After that, he hadn’t returned back home.

At first, Eddie thought he’d gone to the park to clear his head; perhaps his shift had been overwhelming in a way that couldn’t be solved by falling into the arms of your husband and son. They both had to do that sometimes, and now that Eddie wasn’t a single parent anymore, he took advantage of that luxury as well. He’d just assumed Buck had done the same thing, not wanting to drag the horrors of the day into their home.

It tipped him off when dinner time rolled around, with no sign of Buck and a growing knot of apprehension in his stomach. Then movie time came around, and still no Buck. Eddie left thirty missed calls, a plethora of texts, voicemails (some even by Christopher) but all of them went unanswered.

Christopher hadn’t said anything but Eddie had caught him glancing at the clock on the mantle multiple times as they sat down to idly watch a movie. Eddie couldn’t even stop him, because he had been shifting his attention to the clock, to the door, to the driveway. Anything that would give him a hint of where his husband was.

He toyed with his phone, contemplating calling the rest of the 118, or at the very least, Athena to ask about Buck’s whereabouts. But he hadn’t wanted to freak anyone out just in case Buck would come back.

As Eddie tucked Christopher in, the kid had finally made eye contact with him for the first time since Eddie had told him that Papa was running a little late for dinner. “Daddy, where’s Papa?”

Tears were glimmering in his grey eyes, and he seemed to be holding his breath as he waited for Eddie’s answer.

For a horrible moment, Eddie had wanted to lie and just do something to make Christopher not worry. Maybe forge a letter from “Buck” saying that he was going away for a few days, or anything that would stop Chris from worrying . But he knew that he’d break his son’s heart and trust with that. It wasn’t fair to lie about such a big thing to seemingly protect him. At ten years old, he was more mature than most.

“I don’t know, bud.” He settled on the full truth. Chris closed his eyes as he fell forward onto his father’s chest, sobs wracking his little body. Somehow, Chris had drawn the conclusion that Buck was missing. Eddie held their son close and cupped the back of his head as his heart pounded with fear and panic. Briefly, he noted the glinting of his wedding band on the fingers weaved through Christopher’s curls, finding the image to only throw his fear into overdrive.

He let Christopher cry a little before pulling back to talk to him softly. “I’ll find him, okay? Don’t worry, mijo. It’s going to be alright.”

“I trust you, Daddy. But Papa never does this, where could he be?” That was true. Even when he and Eddie argued and needed a little space from each other, Buck always made it a point to let them know where he was, especially Christopher. And Eddie was the same way.

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ghostofviperwrites · 4 years

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Suzuki Gunz Crime Family - Chapter 6

Warnings: Mentions of violence, this is a Mafia AU fic so there is violence and language and mentions of sex.

August 1, 1996

Drip. Drip. Drip. 5,760 drips he’d been hanging in this god forsaken cellar room. 17 year old Zack Sabre, Jr. had counted every single one of them over the course of the past four days. To take his mind off the fear at first. Now as a distraction from the gnawing hunger and thirst that threatened to drive him insane. There was barely any light, only that seeping through the bottom of the door. He could hear screams through the walls, so he knew he was not alone. His arms ached from being suspended above his body, the ropes holding him rubbing his wrists raw.

Zack could barely remember how he had gotten here. Fresh off the airplane that had just landed in Tokyo from England for a senior trip with his upper school classmates, Zack had snuck off from the group for a quick snack. When he had returned not five minutes later the group and all of his luggage was gone. Panicking Zack had run to the area he thought the bus was supposed to be to find nothing. He had been chewing himself out for not paying more attention when a nicely dressed Japanese man had approached and offered his assistance. That was the last thing he remembered before he woke up hanging from the ceiling. He had yelled and screamed like the others, but soon realized it was useless. No one came and no one cared. So he hung and counted drips and waited to learn his fate.

His fate did come calling. But it wasn’t the one he expected. Zack had either fallen asleep or passed out, he wasn’t quite sure which when he was jolted awake by yelling. Not from his fellow captives, but sounding like it was coming from right outside the door. The sounds of fighting quieted down and Zack could hear muffled conversation. He strained to hear, picking up a few words here and there. From what he could gather a man named Minoru was rather unhappy with his captors for operating on his turf without permission or payment. There were additional sounds of struggles and then silence reigned.

When the door to his room was opened harsh light filtered in, making Zack squint as his eyes burned. He could barely make out the form in the doorway, and was relatively certain his mind was playing tricks on him as he thought it was a man wearing a black and white luchador style mask. As the man approached Zack’s fear ratcheted up and he lashed out, kicking out with his long legs and nailing the man across the face. Unfortunately it didn’t seem to face him, the man taking a step back and looking at him with something akin to amusement lighting his cold blue eyes.

“Kick me again and I’ll break every bone in that damn foot. I’m trying to help your dumbass.” The man said. “Now if I get you down from there, you gonna keep that bony ass foot to yourself?” Zack nodded slowly hoping he wasn’t making a huge mistake in trusting this man going around in a fucking mask. Course he supposed if you were of the criminal element, protecting your identify was probably a good idea. The blood covered knife the man pulled out had Zack questioning his instincts, wondering if he was about to have his throat slit.

Instead, unable to reach high enough to reach the rope the man flung his blade slicing cleanly through the rope and making Zack fall in a heap to the ground as he marveled how sharp that blade must have been to slice through the rope like butter.

“Nice kick by the way.” The man called as he left the room, leaving Zack lying on the ground. He didn’t have the energy to even rise to his feet, so he laid his cheek on the cold ground and closed his eyes. The last thing he thought before he passed out was that he had lost count of the drips.

In the main room Minoru and his crew gathered having freed the captives and killed the captors. A couple of the captives had to be killed. Injuries to severe to justify continued living. He’s tired. It’s late and Minoru just wants to go home. He dealt with what needed to be done and he was looking forward to his soft bed and maybe some company from a lady friend. He signaled to leave thinking about who he could call to come fuck him into a coma when Despy stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“The kid in the first room.” Desperado said hesitantly looking in the direction of Zack’s room, his form visible on the floor. “We can’t leave him.”

Minoru turned to meet Despy’s eyes, peering deep into their blue depths before glancing at the still form on the ground.

“Is he even alive?” Minoru asked with a sigh. He recognized that look. Looked like he was going to wind up with another stray. Lance walked into the room and checked the kid’s pulse giving Minoru a nod as he tapped on the kid’s cheek to wake him up.

Startling awake Zack jerked away from the oversized man leaning over him, his heart beating wildly as the room filled with men.

“Relax. We’re not here to hurt you.” Minoru said his calming tones drawing Zack’s eyes to him.

“Careful boss. He’s got a hell of a kick.” Desperado said leaning against the doorway and watching the kid. He hoped Minoru saw what he did. That kid was meant to be his brother. Despy had no doubt in his mind.

“Is that true son?” Minoru asked, the word flowing easily though Zack probably wasn’t more than a year or two younger than him. “Did you kick Despy?” Zack slowly nodded, fearing retaliation for hitting one of his men. Minoru chuckled. “Impressive. I’m surprised he didn’t break your foot.”

“He threatened too.” Zack said the words coming out raspy and he coughed around his dry throat.

“Only a threat?” Minoru said with a smile, laughter spilling from the rest of the men. “He must like you.” Then Minoru turned serious. “What is your name?”

“Zack. Zack Sabre Jr.” Zack replied nervously his eyes darting around the room at the rough looking group surrounding him.

“Where are you from Zack?” Minoru asked.

Zack explained he had travelled to Japan with a group from his high school on a senior trip and how he got separated from them at the airport and somehow had winded up here. He blanched as Minoru told him that he had been drugged and kidnapped with the intentions of being sold into sex slavery.

“Do you wanna go home to your family in England? I can make that happen.” Minoru said kindly. He was rather surprised by the immediate shake of Zack’s head. Minoru’s eyes narrowed as he felt his protective instincts rising. Apparently he was taking in another stray.

Zack looked down at the ground. He should’ve just said yes. Then he could have left this place like the others and stayed here. That was Zack’s secret. He had planned to ditch the group at some point and stay here in Japan. He would never return to his family. Not when they refuse to accept him.

“I wasn’t planning on returning home.” Zack said when he looked up and saw Minoru waiting for an explanation. “I was going to leave my group and stay here. Try to find a job and someplace to live.”

“Why were you leaving your home?” Iizuka asked.

Zack hesitated. He had found allies, and he was scared they were going to leave him to die when he told them the truth.

“My parents don’t want me anymore. Not the way I am. They’ve made it perfectly clear I’m not welcome in their house.” Zack once again trained his eyes on the ground. “See…I’m not exactly straight.” He waited for the explosion cringing back expecting to be hit by these gangsters. If his own parents had done so, why wouldn’t these men he meant nothing to them. The explosion never came to Zack’s surprise, but the silence still felt stifling.

“Okay.” Minoru said after a few moments of contemplation. “You like boys. Nothing wrong with that.”

“And girls. I like girls too.” Zack said relief making him ramble. “Boys, girls, I like them all. I’m not picky.”

Kanemaru chuckled his head shaking as he listened to Zack. He didn’t care one way or another what Zack liked to fuck. He liked this kid.

“So I guess you’re coming home with us.” Minoru said rising from the crouch he had adopted and reaching out a hand for Zack to grasp.

#sgcf #Suzuki gunz crime family #Suzuki gunz fanfic #Suzuki gunz imagine #njpw fanfic #wrestling fanfic #mywriting #ghostofviperwrites

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i-am-diana-of-themyscira · 7 years

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Diana and a different Luthor

Running an anti-alien, anti-metahuman corporation became surprisingly easier when she no longer had to worry about rules and regulations, or being in the public eye.

Heels clicked sharply along stark corridors as various employees scattered in her wake. Sometimes she’d bark an order or two, sometimes she’d be presented with a tablet to look at or paperwork to sign off on.

Yes, being arrested was certainly not… fun, but there was a certain amount of freedom in being off the grid and off the radar, and Lillian Luthor was a very big fan of freedom.

For herself, anyway.

When she reached her office, she didn’t even look up from her own tablet, pulling up various charts. So she is more than a little startled when an unfamiliar voice greets her.

“Ms. Luthor.”

Looking up sharply, Lillian’s brow furrows and she moves towards her desk to hit the security button, only to see a dark haired figure sitting, her back to the Luthor, in her chair of all places.

“Do not bother. I disabled it when I came in. This is merely a… courtesy visit, I suppose you could say.” The voice is pleasant, with a hard to pinpoint accent.

Finally the chair turns to reveal none other than Wonder Woman… but this is not the Wonder Woman that Lillian Luthor is familiar with; there’s no armor, not visible anyway. She’s dressed more like a business woman, than a superhero.

Diana smiles knowingly when she registers the look of surprise on Lillian Luthor’s face. “I suppose I should apologize for taking your chair, Ms. Luthor, but I did grow tired of waiting.”

“What do you want, Amazon?” Lillian asks, lifting her chin even as she folds her arms, drawing up to her considerable height.

Diana spreads her hands, “I wished to see into the eyes of a woman who hate her own daughter.” This earns a sharp laugh from Lillian, “You’ve come all this way, just to call me out about Lena? Please, she’s Lionel’s daughter, and a constant reminder of his infidelity.” “I see,” the Amazon nods slowly, “So instead of punishing your husband for cheating, you chose to punish the child… “

Lillian cuts her off, “Who are you kidding, what would you know about marriage!”

Diana’s brow shoots upwards, “Oh, you assume because we are all female, that we do not understand marriage and commitment? So I may add homophobic to xenophobic. Good to know.”

Lillian rolls her eyes, moving towards her private bar. She pulls out a whiskey tumbler and starts pouring a finger of bourbon. “Oh, please, that part I could care less about, but you are what, all but immortal? You mean to tell me that over hundreds of years you have couples who don’t cheat?”

“Human nature,” Diana counter-offers, “It happens, but..”

“Human?!?” Lillian says, spinning around quickly. “Don’t you dare use that word!”

Diana pushes to her feet, resting her fingertips on the edge of Lillian’s desk. “You think we are not human? Is that it?”

Lillian snorts, “Humans can’t fly. You parade around in red, white and blue and act like you're some kind of saviour, you only want to lord over us that you have all this ‘power’. You’re no better than glorified barbarians who can…”

“Excuse me?” the Amazon’s tone is dangerously low. “... Barbarians?”

“You heard me,” contends Lillian. “Believing in some archaic pantheon of gods like some some superstitious neanderthal.”

“Well. This explains much.”

After a long sip of the bourbon, Lillian asks, seemingly nonplussed. “Explains what exactly?”

“When have I ever ‘lorded’ over anyone, Ms. Luthor. Point me to an exact moment in time.”

“Well,” Lillian smirks, “You did snap dear old Max Lord’s neck…. Though truth be told, I should likely thank you for that.”

“I had no choice, and if anyone was trying to ‘lord’ over anyone, well, his name was entirely too appropriate,” the Amazon admits.

“Mm, yes, something about mind-controlling our dear beloved national hero Superman, and using him to destroy the world… and you wonder why I despise him so.”

Diana moves to the front of the Cadmus leader’s desk, leaning against it and watching her adversary quietly. “Because he can destroy the world, or because he has not?”

“BECAUSE HE CAN!” Lilian all but shouts, then clears her throat, smoothing her jacket down as she composes herself. “Why should we trust anyone with that kind of power? YOUR kind of power? You could enslave us all, tell me why shouldn’t we fight against that?”

“This is not only about power, Lillian Luthor,” Diana says slowly, carefully. “You are afraid of anyone who is not like you…”

“I’m not afraid,” the older Luthor says with disdain. “I merely think that this is OUR planet, and people like you, or Superman, or Supergirl, have no place here.”

“Really. Even though my people have been here for thousands of years. My sisters were born human. Lived as humans. DIED as humans in some cases, until the gods blessed us, and gave us a place of our own.”

“EXACTLY!” Lillian interjects, “A place of your own! Why is that so much to ask when it comes to humanity? You don’t allow men or… non-amazons, or whatever in your little tropical paradise, so why is it so different that we don’t want non-humans on our planet?”

“We’re still on this earth, Ms. Luthor. We live separately because we got tired of being beaten, raped, and mutilated. We wanted to live in peace.”

“That’s all we want!”

“No, it is not,” Diana says, matter-of-factly. “If you eliminate the aliens, then you will turn to the metahumans. Then it will be like other points of human history. You will say that these people control the money, so they must be controlled. Then you will find another group, perhaps that you feel take up too many resources, so they must be sterilized and put away. I have lived in your world for over a hundred years, and I have studied its history for longer than you can imagine. Do you know the real reason you fear and hate aliens… and Amazons, Lillian Luthor?”

Smirking, the head of Cadmus just swirls her bourbon in her glass, and rolls her eyes. “Oh, DO please enlighten me, Princess.”

Diana walks closer, stepping very close to Lillian’s personal space. “Because you are not them. Because you crave the power you think that we have. Because it is YOU who is the one who wishes to enslave and control others. Just like Maxwell Lord. Just like your son…. Yes, I was there, I heard many things Lex spat at Superman while they fought. They were friends once… that must have driven you mad. Lex because insanely jealous, because you drove him to be perfect, to be the best, and in his mind, no matter what he did, he could not complete with this ‘alien’ and it drove him mad.”

Lillian’s cheeks burn apoplectic with indignation, “How DARE you!” and she actually raises a hand as if to slap the Amazon.

Diana’s fingers are like a vice over the older Luthor’s wrist, and she looks first at Lillian’s hand, then at Lillian’s face. “I do not think so,” she says, calmly.

“I dare because I care deeply about your daughter, and I truly wanted to believe there was some part of you that had to care about her. What mother could be so cruel to a child, regardless of blood ties. My mother WEPT for the want of a child.”

Diana releases the woman’s arm, eyebrow arched, “I tell you this now, you will NOT drive your daughter to madness the way you did to your son. If you so much as THINK of even looking at her again, much less manipulating her…”

Lillian scoffs, “Oh, you’ll what? Come and threaten me again?”

“No,” responds Diana with a slight smirk, “I will end you.”

“Is that a threat, Wonder Woman?” Lillian looks as though she’s trying to look unimpressed, but there’s a spike in her heart rate, betraying just how seriously she understands the Amazon to be.

“This is where I say ‘No, it is a promise’, yes?” the Amazon quips, a false smile curving her lips. “Make no mistake, Ms. Luthor. There are reasons that I do not have a ‘rogue’s gallery’ like my brothers.”

Lillian scoffs, “So you think you can just come in here, threaten me, where I’m surrounded by employees and my security, and get away with it?”

“Mm, I do. Because not only am I am Amazon, your brilliant daughter also tweaked a few things from my friends at WayneTech that even your vaunted company does not have yet.”

With that, a deafening alarm sounds throughout the building, lights begin flashing at random, and computers start going haywire. As Lillian clutches at her ears, Diana gives a flourishing bow, “I would say it was a pleasure, but we both know I do not lie.”

The older Luthor yanks a gun free, attempting to get off a shot at Diana, who blocks it with almost bored ease. Business attire or no, her bracers are still worn. “ Enjoy the rest of your evening, Ms. Luthor.”

Amidst the chaos, it’s easy for the Amazonian Princess to simply walk out, then take to the skies once she’s clear of the building.

#Random things that enter my mind #Lillian Luthor #Diana Prince #Princess Diana of Themyscira #Wonder Woman

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Is it... looking up?

Auburn beat Texas A&M 28-20 yesterday, but the Aggies had to mount a huge fourth quarter comeback to even make it look respectable. The defense suffocated Kellen Mond and put Kyle Field on the verge of complete collapse at certain points, while the offense didn’t blow you up with numbers, but did everything it needed to do against a pretty good Aggie front. What did our contributors think of the win? See below —

Gus Malzhan outcoached Jimbo Fisher. That’s the biggest thing that jumps out to me. One coach came in with a gameplan to hide the gigantic warts on his offense & find a ways to generate big plays & put points on the board. The other decided to spend 3 quarters demanding his personnel bend its will to his devices. That’s the story of the game in my eyes. Defense was outstanding until Aggie went on an insane streak of completing back shoulder passes. It concerns me for LSU & Bama but those are worries for other days. They absolutely stuffed Aggies’ rushing attack. Offensively, Bo still ain’t there but he plays his best in the biggest moments. You can’t coach that, You either rise to the occasion or you don’t. Both Bo & Boobee appear to have that gifts. That’s AU’s team this season. An inconsistent but explosive offense capable of delivering when it matters most protected by an elite defense. You can win a lot of games with that combo.

-AU Nerd

Who cares about stats? We lined up and kicked A&M’s ass in College Station.

-James Jones

Auburn just went on the road and beat a Top 20 team. The game plan out of the gate was outstanding and good things happen when Anthony Schwartz gets to use his speed. In addition, you saw a lot more Shaun Shivers, Harold Joiner and others early and that allowed Boobee to be fresh going into the 4th Quarter where he took control on the last scoring drive. Bo Nix managed the game and other than a few overthrows, he had a really solid game. Didn’t do too much but enough and that’s good for a guy making his 1st SEC and ROAD start. Defensively, Derrick Brown was a beast!!! My biggest concern coming out of this game is his health after being helped off the field after one of A&M’s touchdowns late. KJ Britt, Christian Tutt and Javaris Davis also made several great plays in the open field as well! Next week is a night game and I expect Jordan-Hare to be ROCKING!!! War Eagle!

P.S. The Gus haters gotta go find something different to do in life.

-Will McLaughlin

Texas A&M paid Jimbo around 830k to lose to Auburn. That’s a lot of money to only have 13 yards rushing and 3 points at half. Auburn has the best defensive line in America, that much remains clear. Our little baby QB is growing up and is still inconsistent, but he’s gonna be a star. You don’t have to be the best team in the world each night, you just have to be better than the team you’re playing. Auburn has done that 4 times.

-Son of Crow

Auburn’s first real win of the season. It wasn’t always pretty, but Auburn made plays when it counted. It was refreshing to see a real running back rotation, as well. This is a game A&M probably thought they should have won, yet we are the ones celebrating. It was Auburn that had the explosive plays, Auburn who forced turnovers and key stops, Auburn that ran that ball successfully. It was Texas A&M that missed field goals, Texas A&M that couldn’t move the ball when it counted, Texas A&M that got outcoached. War eagle. On to vic’try.

-Josh Dub

This was a game a lot of Auburn fans circled as a “MUST WIN” for Auburn in the offseason. Win this, and you’re set up nicely to compete in the West. Lose it, and you’re hoping for 4th place. Well, the Tigers brought home the win today, and they were the better team from the word go. Not everything was pretty: the deep passing game needs work, the ground game has to establish itself earlier, and the 3rd down defense struggled at times. But honestly, I’m nitpicking. This Auburn team is IMPRESSIVE. The defense could be the best in the country (the line certainly is), and the offensive staff did a really good job of setting the offense up for success. I could rant for a couple of hundred words on this team right now, but I’m going just highlight a few big performances - Tyrone Truesdell, Derrick Brown, and the offensive line as a whole. War Damn 4-0 y’all.

-Ryan Sterritt

Man what a difference a true run threat at Quarterback means for the ground game! Overall this game was dictated up front and Auburn managed to control the line of scrimmage defensively and show more grit on the offensive side than I honestly thought they had in them. There will be tougher bridges to cross in this schedule, but winning against this team, at this point in the year where we clearly are showing we have the ability to get so much better, is absolutely huge. To see an offense only throw for 106 yards on the road and lead the whole way, and to put the game away with a TD and then milk the clock, were just perfect. Super proud of this football team for not just winning, but finding ways to get better through September, which is something we missed last season. If this team can enter Baton Rouge undefeated, look out.

-Josh Black

Consider me a lover of history, and it’s hard for me not to see this as a parallel to the true turning point of the 2013 season — the trip to College Station. Auburn took a new quarterback to a tough environment against a ranked team, and flat out beat them. Make no mistake, the stats don’t show how dismantled A&M was most of yesterday. Jimbo was thoroughly outcoached, and the Gus haters need to find something else to grasp after he ran circles around A&M’s $75M man.

The defense was out of control. Watching Derrick Brown’s blatant disregard for human well-being made me feel things, and we saw Marlon Davidson and Tyrone Truesdell make huge plays as well. Is Truesdell blossoming into the kind of guy that’ll hear his name in the NFL Draft? Yesterday would suggest so.

We haven’t lost any sort of noticeable step without Deshaun Davis. K.J. Britt is a man, and was just biding his time until he could start. He’s going to mess around and find himself on the All-SEC team at the end of the season.

Would you think that our offensive line would open up the kind of holes that they did after watching the Tulane game? I wasn’t positive. Last year we ran for 19 yards on A&M. Yesterday we far outpaced that. They’re starting to mesh and it couldn’t happen at a better time.

Gus found what works for Bo Nix and you could see him grow before your eyes. The short passing helped get him into a groove, and allowing him to run a little more took away any nerves of his first road start. His legs clinched the game in the end with the final touchdown drive and the last first down.

The running back rotation (apparently Cadillac’s idea) kept Boobee fresh, and FINALLY we’re hitting defenses with a bunch of different running styles.

Special teams was great. A&M had a threat returning punts, and he did nothing, while Christian Tutt and Iggy were both really close to taking kicks back for scores.

That’s two games away from Jordan-Hare against ranked opponents. 2-0. We’ve got Florida and LSU on the road (and Arkansas, but, well... yeah) and I’m fairly optimistic about Gainesville. Take care of business against the Mississippi States, Ole Misses, and Arkansasses, and Auburn will absolutely be a factor in the battle for the SEC West. It’s on.

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A Lesson Before Dying

by Ernest J. Gaines

REFLECT:

Human by nature is selfish, we cannot deny the fact that some person must earn their personal interest even though the right of someone will be affected, like for the young child, Jefferson, whose insists by shooting Alice Grope, the store keep. The mastermind would be his brother and Bear. Jefferson hire a lawyer to defend his self in court but nothing’s happened because his lawyer thought that Jefferson’s was stupid to commit the murder, and executing him would be a waste of time because he is nothing more than a hog, nevertheless, Jefferson’s convicted and sentenced to death when he determines guilty.

During his imprisonment he feels annoying, can’t sleep, and his life turns to miserable, Miss Emma; a godmother of Jefferson asked Grant; a school teacher, to visited Jefferson and tough him with dignity before he dies. Jefferson’s wrote his diary inside the jail that reflects on what he really is although rife with misspelling and grammatical errors, symbolically lack of education. Furthermore, from the story, Jefferson retains his dignity at the hands of white’s men which leads him to be a hero of the black men by his innocence death.

CONNECT:

I believe that if you didn’t suffer, you did not embrace God that he is your savior, your strength, your rejoice, and especially your only hope. During of my last four years, before I came to Mindanao State University (MSU), I’m just one of the unbeliever person in God and sometimes along to my work I admit to myself that there is no God, because if there is, he don’t want to let her child suffer, to be hunger seemly thirsty bird. I blame God t myself, until one day a hope come forward and reveal that God also exists in me. I can’t see but during those times I can feel his pleasure to eating my body ghost bump.

That’s why the novel A Lesson Before Dying has a great impact on myself, to Reverend Ambrose for sometimes he makes mistakes and behaves immaturely but he ultimately possesses a kind of strength Grant lacks, the believing of how God and religion can how people survive adverse circumstances.

QUESTION:

1. What if the equality rights of the black American and white American began the of this novel? did the death of Jefferson will turn into a light sentence?

2. Why does Gaines make Jefferson’s writing style so different from Grant?

3. Does Gaines seem to endorse this view, or does the novel undercut it?

4. Why does Grant believe that the women the quarters are so possessive?

PREDICT:

I think if grant fully supports the fate does Jefferson faced with great strength and dignity. Grant makes a way that Jefferson does not sentence into death. I think of Jefferson does not do what he does and not to chance to become a hero and think first what is needed to his life, he surely not imprisons, and there are many ways to become a hero. A hero that lives not is being recognized as a hero if you’re dead.

Entry 1:

“A hero does for others. He would do anything for the people he loves because he knows it would make their lives better. I ‘am not that kind of person, but I want you to be. You could give something to her, to me, to those children in the quarter. You could give something I never could… The white people out there are saying don’t have- that you’re a hog, not a man. But I know they are wrong.”

Throughout the novel, Grant’s tattered self-image has prevented him from gritting through to Jefferson. He had trouble reconciling his revered place in the black community with his selfish and immature impulses. By acknowledging that he is” not that person”, Grant understand for the first time that despite his lack of education and refinement, Jefferson can outdo him by becoming a generous spirit. It is only once Grant has this epiphany that he can truly believe in Jefferson’s potential to be a hero.

Entry 2:

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If I were one of the characters in this novel, I want to be a lawyer of Jefferson. During the time of Jefferson’s imprisonment, there will be discriminating of black American by the white people because during that time they’re not recognized the black people as an official ethnic group by the U.S. government. So, if you belonged to black people without much of money for your bail, you can’t hire a professional lawyer that time. In my case I’d didn’t matter if you were a black or white person, the most important are to defend my party, against the rules of the law. If I will be the lawyer of Jefferson, I’m going to analyze first his background for what she doing every day, his work, problem, the truth scenery and etc., therefore I can decide what I’m going do my job.

Child of God

by Cormac McCarthy

Reflection:

The child of God novel ironically types of a novel. The story begins with Lester’s family that there is an auction being held to sell off his land. Lester lives in Sevier country which is located in Eastern Tennessee. He has the obsession with pedophilia as well as his descent into necrophilia and murder. When there is an auction to sell off his land. He is very angry and threatens to shoot the auctioneer that before he carries out his threats, he is tackled to the ground by the sheriff. Lester’s only time to interrupt others is to terrorize other townspeople, he has insanity, makes people annoyed that so why there’s no one comes to visit him.

Connection:

When I was in high school my mother blamed me to what I’ve done, she hit me because of the reason that I’m the one who steals the piggy bank of our oldest brother. I can’t defend myself what is the truth that I can’t stool my brother’s piggy bank. Until my mother continuously hit me with a branch of a tree, I’ve been a voice out that I can’t stool what is missing, I pursue and stand that I never committed that sin. During that scenario, my mother’s mind opens and began to listen what I’ve said, she believes in me and gets calm so that I’m free and not accused. The story reminds me of what I’ve done before. When Lester has been put into jail to imprisonment in few days by the sheriff, Lester accused to rape a girl sleeping on the ground along the Frog Mountain, but the true scene is Lester having concerned to a girl sleeping on the ground looks freezing. He attempts to wake her up but before Lester moving closely, the girl woke up and start to scream that in her mind Lester wants to rape her but the intention of Lester is to get her awake.

Question:

Why the parents of Lester didn’t care for him?-

What if the woman already dead in the ground of Frog Mountain? Why Lester having the obsession with pedophilia as well as his descent necrophilia and murder?What if Lester not easily became angry?

Prediction:

I think Lester has a mental disease and irrational to think. I think if Lester’s parents care him since birth until he grows he become responsible and guided by his parents. I think if Lester guided counseled by his parents, he can’t commit a crime and become miserable his life.

Part 2

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To Mr. Cormac McCarthy,

This letter of mine showing my appreciation to the novel you’ve written with the title, Child of God, it is ironically novel it was a terrible person for he commences manipulating bad things, like killing and become arrogant person what the main character does. I could not get the point about the title of this novel like I am shocking every bad thing that terrifically Lester does, but I really appreciate the context and the meaning of this story.

Your Reade, Melchor Baltero

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ABOUT LIFE

The sun’s shimmering light

It's sunset we search might not always right

But every morning it doesn’t lose its bright

In your journey, it will not make you a fright.

For it will drive you to fight the fears in your ply

But now your there too far and blind

Can’t see the light, you want again to find.

Free will he gave you, may I remind;

You chose to hide your cruel lies,

That keeps you away from these loving ties.

A tie that has no name prize.

You look mess and too tired,

From all the world offered in lies.

That will give you debt you can’t pay even how you try,

And a burning pit that will give you eternally cry.

So please my friend, quick! Make again a choice in sight:

Be tied again on his love and heaven will bring you high.

So be calm now you are never too late.

Even though you are a sinner, don’t forget to keep your faith.

In life, there’s truth and lies that we face.

But only trust God who’ll guide and directs our fate.

Just keep your eyes on him and glorify him with your praise,

For he just he wants to ravine his son’s fading blaze.

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