#connor the misplaced

[trickster-tabby]

Info on my skyrim au characters

(this is all 13 years after the defeat of Alduin)

Team Dragonborn

Gizmo the Small: The Last Dragonborn. They/them, Argonian, 24(physically 16 due to dragon souls slowing their aging), 4'11, bisexual, nonbinary. Found sibling of Cicero.

Taliesin: He/they, Altmer, 163, 6'4, pansexual, genderfluid. Boyfriend of Caryalind Thallery, friends with benefits with Kaidan Khim-Flavius, Lucien Flavius, and Puzzle the Tricky.

Lucien Flavius: He/him, Imperial, 36, 5'5, gay, trans male. Husband of Kaidan Khim-Flavius, friends with benefits with Taliesin and Puzzle the Tricky, father/mother(he doesn't care) to Mei Khim-Flavius.

Inigo the Brave: He/it, Khajiit, 37, 5'10, bisexual, cis male. Boyfriend of Jack Goldsnatcher, father of Egg the Strange, found brother of Kaidan Khim-Flavius.

Kaidan Khim-Flavius: Any/all with a masc preference, Akaviri, 34, 6'6, bisexual, unlabeled gender. Husband of Lucien Flavius, boyfriend of Caryalind Thallery, friends with benefits with Taliesin and Puzzle the Tricky, father of Mei Khim-Flavius and Raelyn Khim-Thallery, adopted father of Finley Khim, found brother of Inigo the Brave.

Caryalind Thallery: Aldmeri Prince. He/him, Altmer, 35, 6'3, biromantic asexual, trans male. Boyfriend of Kaidan Khim-Flavius and Taliesin. Birthgiver to Raelyn Khim-Thallery.

Puzzle the Tricky: He/it, Altmer (Demiprince), 218, 5'1, aromantic fagdyke, trans male. Friends with benefits with Lucien Flavius, Kaidan Khim-Flavius, and Taliesin. Son of Sheogorath.

the rest of my ocs (not technically part of team dragonborn)

Jack Goldsnatcher: Thieves Guildmaster. She/her, Khajiit, 36, 5'7, pansexual, cis female. Girlfriend of Inigo the Brave, adopted mother of Egg the Strange.

Zynile Silent-Moons: Dark Brotherhood Listener. He/she, Dunmer, 38, 5'4, aromantic lesbian, trans female. Friends with benefits with Valrynil the Traitor.

Rosalyn the Fair: She/they, Redguard(vampire), 57(physically 16), 5'2, questioning, cis female.

Belladonna: He/him, Falmer, 3,769(physically and mentally 19), 6'0, biromantic asexual, cis male. Boyfriend of Millie the Passed.

Parker the Bright: Arch-mage of Winterhold. He/him, Orc, 33, 6'2, aromantic heterosexual, cis male. Boyfriend of Connor the Misplaced.

Valrynil the Traitor: Harbinger of the Companions. Vyn/vyr, Altmer (werewolf), 79, 5'9, gay, agender. Friends with benefits with Zynile Silent-Moons.

Connor the Misplaced: He/him, American, 21, heterosexual, cis male. Boyfriend of Parker the Bright.

Egg the Strange: ask for pronouns, 'Lilmothiit' (not a true lilmothiit), 18, pansexual, genderfuck. Child of Inigo the Brave, partner of Betty Drenalia.

Betty Drenalia: She/her, Argonian (vampire), 17, bisexual, trans female. Girlfriend of Egg the Strange.

Millie the Passed: She/they, Bosmer (draugr/zombie), 22, pansexual, nonbinary. Girlfriend of Belladonna.

Tsaravi: She/her, Alfiq Khajiit, 48, demisexual lesbian, nonbinary.

Alvin Dovahkiir: Reincarnation of Alduin. He/him, Imperial(?), 11. Adopted son of Gizmo the Small.

Finley Khim: He/him, Altmer, 6. Adopted son of Kaidan Khim-Flavius.

Mei Khim-Flavius: She/her, Imperial/Akaviri, 4. Daughter of Kaidan Khim-Flavius and Lucien Flavius.

Raelyn Khim-Thallery: He/him, Altmer/Akaviri, 2. Son of Kaidan Khim-Flavius and Caryalind Thallery.

#stel's skyrim au #gizmo the small #skyrim taliesin #lucien flavius #inigo the brave #kaidan 2 #caryalind thallery #jack goldsnatcher #zynile silent-moons #rosalyn the fair #belladonna #parker the bright #valrynil the traitor #connor the misplaced #egg the strange #betty drenalia #millie the passed #tsaravi #alvin dovahkiir #finley khim #mei Khim-Flavius #raelyn Khim-Thallery #skyrim #tesblr #puzzle the tricky

[feelingtheaster99]

Okay so someone has already probably said this, but at the end of the episode of Young Justice season 1 in which evil sorcerers spilt the world into one of only kids and only adults, there is a scene of the YJ kids reuniting with their parents.

But what I realized was that so few of them were actually able to do that. Like we see Wally with his parents, Artemis with her mom, and Billy with his uncle.

But then we see Zatanna move into the cave cause she’s lost her dad to Doctor Fate. And a lot of other people on the team are probably similarly alone.

Like M’gnn and Kaldur maybe less so because their parents are still alive, they’re just away from them (and M’gnn still has her uncle here, whom she might be closer to than her actual parents based upon what she says about her siblings earlier in the season. But we still very much DON’t see either of them reunite with a parent or a parental figure, which I think is so telling.

Connor? Superman is still at the state of ignoring his existence, and he doesn’t know that Lex is his other dad yet (not that he’s necessarily want to in this case), AND he hasn’t bonded with the Kents yet, so he has no parent to come home to.

And Dick. He is the one there watching Zatanna as she moves in. And even though he’s wearing sunglasses you can see how much he empathizes with her. Because yeah he does have Batman to take care of him now (as does she in a different way). But he also knows it’s not the same as his birth parents. And while Zatanna’s loss is fresh, she might be able to see and hug her dad again. But Dick will never be able to hug his birth parents again. And honestly I can’t even imagine how hard that moment must be for him. Because he was to comfort her, he wants to tell her that he understands but he CAN’t because his secret identity.

And all of them, Dick, Zatanna, and Connor must be struggling because they’re hearing and reading about (and perhaps even seeing) these parental unions, but they don’t get them.

#think about how PAINFUL that must be to all of them #seeing all of those reunions and thinking about what you lost #ouch #it ouches me just to think about it #yj #young justice #young justice season 1 #yj s1 #yj season 1 #season 1 episode 19 #misplaced #can you tell that Dick Grayson is my favorite #and for Zatanna it’s also bad #because she thinks losing her dad is her fault #ouch again #dick grayson #connor kent #zatanna zatara #dc robin #young justice robin #superboy #this was saved in my drafts like FOREVER ago #whoops #better late than never I guess #young Justice misplaced

[goldlightsaber]

it's the way connor is one of the richest motherfuckers on the planet and yet he's never had the human, quintessential experience of doing karaoke at a bar. and when he does finally do it, it's in the most misplaced place ever: an isolated room at an expensive, fancy bar with no other patrons around except his siblings, who are skeptical and not along for the ride because they never learned to have stupid fun together. they go because they're trying to do something nice for connor, but connor will never experience karaoke like in the movies because the roys aren't capable of doing what it requires: being silly and destroying their own egos. doing it in some hole-in-the-wall bar, with other patrons watching them fail miserably together on stage. they're not getting on that stage with connor. they went through the motions of finding a karaoke bar, sure, but connor was singing alone, and not for more than one song, before business intervened. he's done it, he marked it off his bucket list, but he probably came out wondering why the hell it felt so empty and not like the movies at all

#connor roy #succession #roy siblings #shiv roy #roman roy #kendall roy #text #succession spoilers

[outofbodyinjury]

yes to gatekeep but unironic connor lovers and oiler supporters have an access to and a true understanding of leon draisaitl that all the “we need to save him from edmonton” cowards will never touch despite their self-assured senses of misplaced philanthropy

#oilers lb #leon draisaitl #hockey #yes that does make me better than you and it does mean he likes me more than he likes you. that’s literally obvious

[copepods]

actually while im nostalgiaposting i also want to remember the 16th and all the little moments. the difficulty techno faced in wrangling everyone to get down into his vault. seeing dozens of chests and four full netherite suits lined up and everyone losing their minds. huminahuminahuminahumina. the sheer intensity of the battle, especially when everyone was trying to get to the top of eret’s tower. everyone gathered on top of the van watching schlatt die. the hype when wilbur actually pressed the button. tommy’s screamed “NOOO” and niki’s soft “lmanberg...” george missing everything building his fucking house. the indescribable emotion created by “ph1lza joined the game.” the excitement slowly dying as the Lore part of the streams ended only to peak again when connor and puffy joined. everyone’s “CONAR”s in chat. dream sitting between tommy and tubbo on the bench. techno misplacing the fucking wither head

#text #mcyt #dream smp #dsmp #some of the most fun i’ve ever had watching a stream #i remember how i had 0 context for wilburs death and then i watched the scene from his pov right after and was like BRO..........

[pink-bird-30]

Titans 4x08

SPOILERS AHEAD

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Titans 4x08

I never paid much attention to the names of episodes until this season, especially this episode.  There is so much Dickkory goodness to break down and I am soooooo excited to do it.

First off, the interaction in the first scene had me rolling on the floor.  I just love how Dick and Kori are unintentionally funny and their reactions to the matching pjs and sharing a bed was perfection. 

“What the Fuck”

“We didn’t…”

I just wanted to know if it was Mother Mayhem or “The gatekeeper's” idea to give them this type of lifestyle.  Did they both just take a big look at Dick and Kori and got Barbie and Ken vibes? If so, I am on board.  The matching Mercedes was the cherry on top.

But I do think Kori was asking the right questions, who changed their clothes?  Who touched them?  This is such an unsettling violating situation and I think the writers did right by mentioning something about it.

Moving on,

Raven’s interaction with Sebastian (am I the only one that struggles with spelling his name?)

I didn’t mention much about Raven in my 4x07 post.  It was mostly because I didn’t think it was worth mentioning since she did play a big part in helping Dick in this episode.  She was taken by 2 towns people who are not influenced by the music, I’m a little confused that one of them is deaf and the other intentionally deafened themselves, but neither of them knew sign language?  The daughter mentioned how she loss her hearing at a young age, surely long before their town was under the curse? I’m not sure, but it definitely bothered me.

Anyways,

After Raven is captured by the towns people after the weird mass they had…(There is too much to unpack there, bear with me) the interaction she had with Sebastian really bothered me.

I just don’t understand why he doesn’t see Raven is his sister and has his best interests at heart?  Before he became Brother Blood, he willingly went with Mother Mayhem to protect his new friends, but I have this feeling that man isn’t gone just yet.  His anger towards Raven is misplaced and mostly steamed in fear but I wish he could listen to that little voice and break through the fog.

When Raven tries to warn him that if he tries to kill her he will get hurt too, he does’t believe her.  Not once has any of the Titans (besides Connor-but he’s in his Anti-hero era, so I’ll let it slide) purposely put Sebastian in harms way.

“You can’t do that”

I never understood how people can’t head the warning.  The pure shock on Sebastians face when he realizes he can’t hurt her is golden.  Especially when Raven starts to go off about Mother Mayhem using him. Joseph uses his Klaus angry face and phew 😮‍💨 I missed that angry vampire man so much.

Going back,

I forgot to point out that we are 4/4 of Dick owning/driving the douchiest cars.  My favorite running theme through this entire show.  Whoever thought of this, bless you.

On ward to the typical Batman Bullshit

“This is peak daddy bullshit”

The way I jumped out of my bed and threw a fist in the air should be illegal.  The main reason I love Dick and Kori so much is because they call each other out on their shit (Kori to Dick more often).  In theory, yes, Dick’s idea is a working idea, but the thought that pain has to be the key to bring them back is devastating.  Why no happy memories?  or love? 😉 

“It matches your outfit”

Kori always has to stick it to Dick and I am forever going to miss these moments.

The entire montage of them discussing their depressingly sad memories was awful, and seeing Dick’s flashbacks to season 1 is not what I expected to see.  I was balling at how far Dick has grown as a person.

But when he comes back to see Kori, and sees her change into Carol and “looses” her, I felt his heartbreak.  When he realized his plan did not work, the amount of regret this man must have felt was tenfold, especially when we hear what his painful memories are…

The intimacy that happen in this scene is perfection.  A lot of people want to see Kori and Dick kiss and have sex.  I’m here for the soft touches and longing stares and confessions.  Sure, they deserve to have a fantastic sexcapade, but this scene, between “Carol” and Dick, “I would never leave you” is a promise.  Dick is done with the bullshit, he needs to take control of his life again and do the right thing.

The Church

Dick’s fight scene is the church is definitely in my top 5 fight scenes for Dick.  He straight up picked up a man and tossed him across the room, I’m still fanning myself.

 The Car Ride

I love when Raven is witness to her parents’ interactions that bypass what a “friend” is.  

I’m skipping over the whole radio booth scene, yay Tim and Bernard got their shit together, and yay Dick destroyed the whole thing…Which I’m still confused by the weird dude who was hooked up to the thing to begin with…

Anyways…

KORI PICKS UP DICK’S RADIO AND IT BRINGS HER BACK.  HIS REPRESSED FEELINGS ARE WHAT BROKE HER FROM HER TRANCE I-

I AM STILL UNWELL

LIKE VERY UNWELL PEOPLE!!!

Just hearing the regret in Dick’s voice and how much thought he put into his words was breathtaking.

“Dick Grayson?”

“Kori Anders?”

SEASON 1 RECALL AGAIN

The way Dick looked at her after she said it wasn’t the bad memories that brought her back, he knows. His love brought her back and I hope he takes a very long time thinking that over before his next move.

“You look good in Pink”

Tim Drake-again, my favorite person.

I’m super excited to see what 4x09 will bring us!

Until tomorrow!

#dc titans #dick grayson #koriand'r #rachel roth #connor kent #tim drake #nightwing #starfire #raven #red robin #superboy #brenton thwaits #mame anna diop #teagan croft #jay lycurgo #joshua orpin #dickkory

[unfortunately-obsessed]

Eat Your Young – (Sneak Peak)

The surname Zhivago originates from the old Slavonic church. It contains the verb 'zhit', which means 'to live', the living one.

Nowadays, the name isn't nearly popular, and most would even consider it obscure if not overly traditional.

For humans names carry deep, personal, cultural and historical importance. It's a matter of identity, uniqueness, sense of self.

Unit 313 248 317-21, RK800 Prototype succeeds where twenty of his predecessors failed: psychology, physical combat, persuasion, negotiation, social interactions. He was assigned the name Connor just like the twenty others.

Connor, from irish origin, lover of hounds.

Hound is a dog of a breed used for hunting. Dogs symbolize loyalty.

He can't say he is thrilled about the name.

"Connor," he says just as the robotic arm finishes, the voice box brand new, synthetic skin connecting through his body. "My name is Connor."

"Your name is Connor," Doctor Zhivago echoes, narrowing her eyes.

It doesn't take seconds for Connor to sync with all computers in the Tower. He steps out of the platform, finally earning an uniform.

He blinks, the identification scan enabled with Cyberlife's database tells him who Doctor Zhivago is by the seconds of her life.

Doctor Eter Zhivago, Director or IT&S Department of Cyberlife. Identification Number 7787647.

Next, the social module says she is angry. Sitting behind the terminal with crossed arms and doing her very best to hide the profound hatred.

Hatred, of course that Connor knows, because the RK800 was authorized without her permission. She didn't know about the whole project, she was feeling betrayed by her own peers.

The RK800 line is a branch of the Myrmidon line. Naturally so, Myrmidon also means loyalty, name taken from the ancient greek soldiers that obeyed the king's order without questioning. Myrmex means "ant" in Greek, an animal that makes humans think of small and insignificant workers mindlessly fulfilling their duties.

Much like that, Connor completed his missions on the behest of Cyberlife's interests. He tores apart, destroys with all he has.

Cyberlife doesn't have favourites. It has biases. A company can't want things, only the humans behind it.

Fate has its favourites. It's a gamble of lives.

She designed the core of his reconstruct and prediction skill, always with hiding a knife behind her back . Doctor Zhivago didn't know about him as she worked in the quantum calculator, the architect behind every big Cyberlife's prediction.

In another world, this Connor is obedient and Doctor Zhivago died when she should've. In another word, the twentieth prototype doesn't pass the tests and the handlers can only get it right after the fifth attempt.

In one universe to the left, Connor misplaces loyalty with devotion, just like a dog that adjust its own leash.

But not in this one.

Here and now, he assumes his own name and deviates Eter too.

And that is a difference one choice makes.

Here, in this universe, the little betrayal her peers did against her, and his existence, are enough to make her backstab Cyberlife.

"Matvey doesn't mean gift from god?" she hums, smiling, setting down the folder. Physical archives are so archaic it is a surprise Eter still uses them. "Why this name?"

"I'm a gift to humanity," Matvey answers, completely serious. A blade on drywall.

At that, she chokes a laughter.

#connor rk800 #dbh connor #detroit become human #dbh fic #connor rk800 x oc #but not really #dbh au #arwrites #me!dbh #me!rk800 #connor rk800 x reader

[deepspacedukat]

Predictably Divine - Part 2

Okayokayokay, listen, I didn’t go into this planning to write a part 2, but S’Talon said I had to, so here we are. Again, S’Talon is a Romulan OC created by @bigblissandlove1 in her story “The Raptor’s Descent,” which if you haven’t read yet, go do that now! It’s so good! 

Part 1 here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

~*~

S’Talon (OC) x Cassandra Connor (OC)

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), implied oral sex (male receiving), biting, marking, creampie.

~*~

After two days of endless flirting and filling more pages of his sketchbook than he wanted to admit with drawings of her, the moment had finally arrived. Cassandra and S’Talon had collided in a blur of lips, hands, and discarded clothing, ending up in his bed.

She’d taken his lok so well. Despite his intimidating height and size compared to her own, the Ensign had been eager to allow him to do as he liked. She’d trusted him with her beautiful body, and S’Talon had done his best to make sure that trust was not misplaced. He’d spent longer between her legs than he’d intended to, but he couldn’t help it. How could he resist drowning in her pleasure when she produced such a powerful aphrodisiac? There was no other explanation. She was utterly intoxicating.

The Captain had sketched her like that, of course. How could he not? She’d been so angelic as he dove between her thighs with fervor. The sweet little sounds that came from her mouth had only served to make him ache for her that much more.

A sleepy little sound poured from the warm body splayed across S’Talon’s bed. The thin, gray sheet did nothing to conceal the way his lover’s skin was reacting to the cool ambient temperature of the room. As he lounged beside her and smeared charcoal into the shape of her hickey-dotted neck, S’Talon couldn’t keep a smile off his lips.

The memory of the whimpers she let out as he left each one sent a fresh pulse of arousal straight to his lok. Cassandra - Cass as he’d taken to calling her - stretched slightly in her sleep, making the bedsheet slip tantalizingly off her chest. Her chill-hardened nipples teased him mercilessly as he sketched out the halo of dark brown hair spread beneath her head atop the pillow: hair that he’d luxuriated in while he’d made love to her. The silken strands had flowed between his fingertips so sensually as he’d kissed her.

And he had made love to her, make no mistake. A woman like her deserved to be cherished in that way. As his charcoal skipped and skidded across the page to create the curves of her breasts, S’Talon recalled the way she’d begged and pleaded with him, seemingly so deep in her desire that even she didn’t know what she wanted when he’d sucked at her. More? Less? He’d opted for more, of course. She’d whimpered so helplessly when he’d used his teeth to nibble gently at her sensitive skin. Cass’s fingers had dug into his salt-and-pepper hair, clutching at him as if he was her only lifeline. Beautiful, responsive girl.

He smudged the shape of her now-bruised hips onto the page, paying careful attention to the scar across her upper thighs before setting the sketchbook aside. He’d tortured himself enough with the sight of her looking so angelic beside him. Wiping his hands clean on a spare cloth, S’Talon rolled over and started laying soft, warm kisses over her sternum, moving steadily downwards toward his goal.

Savoring the sensation of her sweet body arching up into his warm touch as he descended, the Romulan caressed her sides softly with his fingertips and nipped at the skin just below her belly button. When she shivered in response, S’Talon inhaled her pheromones deep into his lungs and let out a moan of his own. She truly was more intoxicating than the strongest ale. By the time his mouth met the soft patch of fuzz over her mound, small fingers met the top of his head.

Cass was awake.

Smirking and looking up at her, he relished the pretty blush that colored her cheeks as she processed what was happening.

“S’Talon...” The way she breathed his name made him growl against her skin. She whimpered at the predatory sound, and that’s when he lifted her legs over his shoulders to feast upon her. Her lower lips were still puffy from his earlier affections, and a rivulet of his spend dripped out of her onto his tongue. Moaning loudly against her clit, S’Talon’s lust sent his blood roaring in his ears at the taste of their mixed fluids on his tongue. Grasping her thighs firmly, he looked up just in time to see her arch her back in pleasure. He would have to draw that gorgeous sight after this round if he could manage to keep his hands off her, of course.

She must still have been sensitive from their earlier rounds - naturally, there had been many, and the night was barely half over. When the morning came around, he didn’t look forward to giving her up so that she could attend to her duty shift. Perhaps he could convince her commanding officer that he required her presence for diplomatic reasons...

Smiling against her clit at the thought of making her scream for the sake of diplomacy, the Captain redoubled his efforts. When she finally tensed and shouted his name, he drank her ecstasy with gusto. Every drop was ambrosia quenching S’Talon’s thirst in a way nothing else could. He could spend all his days between her legs and never tire of hearing his lover succumbing to his ministrations.

“So good for me, e’lev,” he praised as he prowled his way up her body, savoring the way her hands skimmed down his face to grasp his broad shoulders. What a sight they must make! The Ensign was smaller than he was in every respect. As she clung to him, her legs spread wide to accommodate his hips. “My lovely little lady...my Cass.”

He nibbled her earlobe as his lok pierced her slit once more, their groans mingling as easily as their bodies.

“May I fill you again, lhhei? I’m quite a greedy man when it comes to pleasure, and there is no greater pleasure than fucking you full of me,” he murmured rolling his hips slowly. She deserved tenderness, and S’Talon had made it quite clear from the start that she would receive it from him.

“Please...S’Talon, please, I need it!” She called, and the sound of her begging for his seed chipped away at his resolve to go carefully. Thrusting just a little faster, the Romulan trailed kisses across her jaw to those soft lips of hers, claiming them as his own. Cassandra’s calves hooked around his hips, forcing him deeper with every undulation of his pelvis.

Nuzzling the dark bite mark on her neck, S’Talon smiled hazily at the memory of what had prompted him to such savagery. She’d driven him to the brink of insanity with that pretty little mouth of hers, sucking at his lok as if it was one of those jumja sticks from the Promenade. When she’d finally crawled up his body and started to ride him, S’Talon had sat up and wrapped his arms around her. Those beautiful tits of hers pressed against his own naked chest, making some part of his restraint snap, and before he knew it, a warm burst of metallic liquid burst across his tongue as she shouted his name. His arms had pulled her flush against his hips as he met his own end within her.

It had been a long time since he’d been wracked by an orgasm that intense. What was this little Human doing to him?

The sting of her fingernails digging into his back as he struck that spot inside her brought him back to the present. She was close again. Reaching between them, S’Talon rubbed her clit in tight, slippery circles and looked into her eyes. He wanted to witness her shattering again at his hand.

“Say my name for me,” he ordered as he felt her walls fluttering around him, practically begging him to finish them both. One of Cassandra’s hands buried itself in his hair as she obeyed him.

“S’Talon! S’Talon, ah!” Her jaw dropped open as she fell to pieces beneath him. Watching as she was enveloped by ecstasy, S’Talon finally shattered too, spilling deep within her and growling her name.

The Captain practically purred when she dragged him into a deep, passionate kiss. Cradling her close, he rolled so that she was able to lie atop his chest while she caught her breath.

“Such a good girl for me, Cassandra. My beautiful, green-eyed lady...” The affectionate, adoring look she gave him was one he knew he’d have to paint later. She deserved so much more than a single canvas, and Riov S’Talon of the T’Met would ensure that she got it.

#deepspacedukat fic #S'Talon x Cassandra #Riov S'Talon of Romulus #Ensign Cassandra Connor

[trickster-tabby]

Skyrim ocs :3

Left to right, top to bottom: Jack Goldsnatcher, Zynile Silent-Moons, Rosalyn the Fair, Belladonna, Parker the Bright, Valrynil the Traitor, Connor the Misplaced, Betty Drenalia, Millie the Passed

and here's the Dragonborn, Gizmo the Small

#stel's skyrim au #jack Goldsnatcher #zynile Silent-Moons #Rosalyn the Fair #Belladonna #parker the bright #valrynil the Traitor #connor the Misplaced #betty Drenalia #millie the Passed #gizmo the small #skyrim #tesblr

[askswordfrisk]

does connor have derp face sprites like yoshi? If so i very much would like to see them

"God I hope I didn't misplace them-"

#undertale #ask sword frisk #ask blog #undertale au #parents #creator!yoshi

[kinkandkreep]

Ok y'all, here's the plan:

So, first off, we've successfully relocated and though I'll be quite busy these next few weeks, I am still actively working on everything I owe y'all. PLUS, is ya girl's birfday monf!!! Best month for sure, for sure. 😌💁🏾‍♀️

@midnight-the-shadow-wolf Thank you for your patience hun, I am still working on your request and will have it up as soon as possible.

There's also two other requests in my inbox and unfortunately I'm not able to tag you guys, but hopefully you remember who you are. 😭 Lord willing, I'm going to watch ATSV on the 9th and will be able to fulfill Miguel and Miles related asks more accurately after such time. In the meantime, feel free to send in your requests for them (provided you read the rules first)!

Til then though, I got some Miguel angst and the much requested Yandere!Miguel continuation planned for y'all! (I also got like this super self-indulgent drabble to post as a prequel to the angst and once it's up I'd really appreciate you guy's feedback. 😊)

To my people that followed me for Connor content, first, thank y'all ever so much for your patience, y'all are the real ones. 🥺 Secondly, I'm not even gone cap, I have lowkey accidentally misplaced my inspiration to write things for him, but I promised y'all more content for him and darnit, thats what I'm gonna provide! 😤

All that to say, please bare with me y'all, Tee Tee Ari's gettin' it together. 😂

Also I apparently surpassed 700 followers!!?!??! Thank y'all so much????

I truly appreciate every one of my followers and I thank y'all sincerely for every interaction y'all have with me. Really helps keep my spirits high. 😁

Ok, I believe das all. Ari out!✌🏾

#connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #spider man 2099 #miles morales #follower milestone #milestone #birthday month

[titsgirlbuffy]

I am Thinking about how the Connor incident was the second time Wesley kidnapped a child from Angel's care, out of (misplaced) fear that Angel would hurt them. And how this time he tried So Hard to confirm that this was definitely rational, properly drove himself to sleep deprivation and isolation and checking every source he could think of, but it Still ended up going the same way, with people hurt and the child endangered and a woman threatening his death with sharp objects.

this time, Angel didn't come to rescue him

#I'm broken on so many levels #my little heart.... #ats #btvs #angel season 3 spoilers #wesley wyndam pryce #faith lehane #angel #connor

[enkisstories]

Meanwhile at the Anderson residence... Yes, Lt. Anderson had his troubles, but what settler household hadn't in these times? Still, many residents of Fort Detroit wondered why Hank was seen packing for a long trip. There was a lot of hush-hush talk accompanying the officer’s departure, something about confidential documents having gotten misplaced...?

Hank: "Looks like we're back to doing odd jobs, Greymane."

Greymine: *snorts*

Hank: “Don't look at me like this! It’s either dishonorable discharge or “volunteering” to track down a tactical genius who has decided to live a hermit life in a place called Granite Falls. We need to persuade them to return to civilisation.”

Before leaving, Hank checked on the convicts on Belle Isle...

Gavin: “What are you doing here?”

Hank: “I have to leave Detroit for a couple of weeks, so I’m dropping off a bible for Connor.”

Gavin: “Why Connor specifically?”

Hank: “He’s the youngest of you guys, so there might still be hope for him. What’s with that horse of yours, ey? Stolen?”

Gavin: “Workplace benefit.”

Bonny is John’s new horse. Hank’s situation takes a bit more of explaining:

Lt. Hank Anderson is an alcoholic, so I made him a 1-star celebrity with the Juice Lover quirk. Being a celeb also nicely underscores his officer rank. For his perk I picked the one where you get asked to upload videos for money occasionally, reasoning that the drone footage are the results of patrols and the videos are written reports. None of this was to appear in screenshots, of course.

Only problem: Apparently in my game version (and I refuse to update before I absolutely have to) streaming drones are bugged, resulting in Hank resetting every time he tries to interact with his drone. I tried various workarounds from the internet, but none worked.

In-story that means Hank misplaced TWO highly confidential security reports while drunk.

This version of Hank is an absolute disaster. Anyway, his summer round will take place in Granite Falls and, no, he cannot bring enough beer to last him through all through it.

#sims4 detroit1760 #sims4 #sims 4 #simblr

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

S1 c!Connor-centric Canon Divergence AUs

Post prompted by this post; written with some input by @connor6silly

In an evaluation of what I know of S1, c!Connor and his relationships, these are several what-ifs and potential scenarios, some informed by my own biases. Mr. EatsPants is more important than I realized apparently.

Part 1, because this shit is long!

c!Connor Joins During the Election Campaign

- Connor is Schlatt's VP, either under SCHLATT 2020 or a different name.

- POG wins the election. Wilbur is President and Tommy is his VP.

- SWAG is disqualified becasue George didn't show up.

- cc!Wilbur's intentions and planned script for a POG 2020 win follow—aka L'Manburg taking on a more cult-like identity.

- Schlatt and Connor try to evade any attempts of arrest by the President. With charisma and shenanigans, they either remain an untouched neutral party or an ally to the Greater SMP.

c!Connor Joins After the Election, Before the Festival

- Upon hearing where Schlatt is, Connor heads straight to Manburg, where he is given special priority by the President of the country.

- Schlatt offers to give Connor Quackity's position. Connor, recognizing everyone in the cabinet worked hard to be where they are, refuses and insists he's content not having a position or being given a different one. Tubbo suggests the idea of a Minutes Man which is approved by everyone in the room. Connor becomes Manburg's first Minutes Man.

- Everyone can tell Schlatt is very much biased to the needs and requests of Connor, which establishes tension in the cabinet. However Connor can pick up whenever Schlatt's being shitty to literally anyone else and manages to mediate surprisingly well.

- Secretaries Tubbo and Fundy grow to trust him more and are privy to ask requests from Schlatt through him (and Quackity, but the obvious bias will prompt them to ask Connor more.)

- Quackity remains threatened by Connor for some time until idk conversation and opening up happens. Quackity realizes that if he wants something good with Schlatt, he should follow Connor's advice. They become friendly due to this.

- Playing w/ hypotheticals here, but Connor catches Fundy being a spy. Before he can tell on him, he gets kidnapped for information by Pogtopia's Wilbur and Tommy. He gets waterboarded here too. He's threatened not to get Fundy snitched as to extend chances for more peaceful negotiations.

- Connor and Quackity would drag Schlatt to Ponk's for help and medication. Schlatt is more despondent but more cooperative here than in canon.

- Connor would literally keep his friend in check, unaware that when his judgment of Schlatt gets biting, it bites his friend hard.

- c!Schlackity still goes the way it does but with less threats of physical violence.

- Schlatt's planned execution of traitors still happens during the Festival. Connor is unaware of this like the rest of the cabinet. While Schlatt managed to figure out Tubbo's spying behavior, Connor does not and convinces Schlatt his paranoia is misplaced. Connor manages to get Fundy killed instead.

- Schlatt confides in Connor about the Revival Book. Connor influences Schlatt's choices in setting the terms regarding it with Dream. These actions place Connor in Dream's shitlist. Something something "if you defect from Manburg, we're getting that book back no matter what." They do in fact, get it back.

- While Connor's presence lightens up the whole environment of Manburg, the government still taxes the fuck out of its citizens. In fact, Connor helps refine the taxation laws and contributed to Schlatt's plans of expansion. Citizens for this reason (and eventually the rest of the Cabinet) still ended up defecting to Pogtopia anyway.

- Schlatt and Connor end up as Manburg's last citizens.

- Schlatt's shit health is what ultimately kills him, but in a "he didn't do enough to take care of himself and seek help" kinda way. He decides to end it with a bang by having fun in the Camaravan with his best friend. Connor does try to keep him from literally dying, but he knows when he can't fight Schlatt's stubborness.

- Schlatt's last act as President is to pass his powers over to Connor. Included is ownership of the Revival Book, all of which is marked down in paper. Connor grieves his best friend in the Camaravan, caught by all of Pogtopia crying over Schlatt's dead body.

- Connor upholds his friend's final wishes by holding onto Manburg, literally refusing to change its name back. Connor begs for time before negotiation to bury and rest. Wilbur is appalled that Connor would still continue to support a dictator even in death and threatens everyone in the area that he's going to blow up everything, because of how everything is ruined and all. He is stopped by his followers (and Phil, who just arrived) before doing something stupid.

- Nothing gets blown up, but Wilbur still gets Phil to kill him. It's quiet here, because the Angel of Death insists on a quiet way out.

- Connor promises to give Wilbur help, gaining all of Pogtopia's trust. He also tries to make friendship with the Badlands soon, fully aware Dream is after the Revival Book.

- He is however too late, and sets up dual graves for both Wilbur and Schlatt.

- He is really in Dream's shit list now.

- Techno doesn't unleash his withers because he's not gonna kill a grieving man, plus he's fond of Connor. He leaves the area around this time to the Arctic. This would lead into a "Dream vs Manburg fighting over Techno" arc.

c!Connor Joins Just Right Before Schlatt Dies

- Something something EatsPants Administration; Connor assigns Quackity as VP, with Fundy and Karl as Secretaries. Newcomer Ranboo, as befriended and recommended by Tommy and Tubbo, becomes the new Minutes Man. He asks c!clingy duo + everyone else to keep an eye out on Dream and the rest of the Greater SMP.

- Connor arrives before Phil does. He is confused by all the tension in the air.

- Schlatt whispers to Connor in chat to his coordinates, leading Connor to the Camaravan.

- Connor sees Schlatt dying, and is a mess of emotions because its been so long, and his friend is dying.

- Schlatt gives Connor his will which he tells him to read once he's actually dead. Connor nods. They spend the final minutes catching up, sharing comfort, and giving their final goodbyes.

- Schlatt dies and Connor grieves him. Not too long after, all of Pogtopia, led by Wilbur and Tommy find newcomer ConnorEatsPants inside with an apparently dead Schlatt.

- Connor, distraught, tells them off. Wilbur asks about the will to which Connor reads out loud. Notable here is that Schlatt passed his Presidency to Connor.

- Connor doesn't want to be President and is frankly very confused by the server's politics, so he hands that power back to Wilbur, with the caveat that he's given an opportunity to honor Schlatt in Manburg—or L'Manberg, in that case.

- Wilbur agrees. All events from canon Nov. 16, 2020 after Schlatt's death still happen. Connor, however, is the one that organizes the funeral, and is generally treated with more respect by the people of the server later on.

#dream smp #dsmp #dream smp au #connoreatspants #jschlatt #quackity #fundy #tubbo #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #dsmp au

[rogue-centric]

A Banquet of Consequences

Cross-posted from AO3. 

No warnings or suggested maturity levels.

Summary:

Shay and Ratonhnhake:ton are entrenched in a vicious prank war, with attacks now up in the double digits. The pranks were quickly becoming more elaborate and complex, with traps laid out all over Fort Arsenal to try and catch the other. What will happen to the two after they discover one of their traps was triggered by the worst possible target: Haytham Kenway.

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       It was a rather beautiful day in New York. The sun was shining and blanketing the city in the warmth of the early summer days. Gulls floated over Fort Arsenal, cawing and trilling away as ships drifted in and out of the harbour. Haytham had seated himself outside in the gardens, enjoying a much-needed break from the endless Templar meetings he had lining his schedule. He felt as though he hadn't properly seen the sun in weeks, so on this beautiful day, he decided to take his afternoon tea outside in the flourishing garden that the manor staff kept well-maintained.

       Haytham sipped at his tea, sitting back on the bench and feeling the breeze softly brush his cheeks. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the warm touch of the sun on his shoulders and the gentle scent of the flowers surrounding him. He never realized how peaceful the garden could be, perhaps he'll take his tea out here more often.

CRASH

       The sound of something shattering and the distinct yelling of Captain Cormac echoed across the estate had made Haytham snap his eyes open. He turned on the bench just in time to watch his son bolt past him at the speed of a flying hawk, passing Haytham in a fury of limbs before disappearing around another outcropping of shrubbery. Haytham merely sighs and takes another long swill of his tea.

       This...behaviour had been going on for weeks. It seems as though mischief had taken up root here at the Fort, and Haytham had grown all too weary of trying to quell it. It started with small, rather inconspicuous tricks here and there - inconveniences at most - but they had begun to grow with grandeur over time.

       At one point, every Templar was guilty of some act of mischief, but the two main culprits were undoubtedly Captain Shay Cormac and Haytham's own son, Connor. The two had quickly seen each other as a prime target for their shenanigans and increased the risk of the trick to try and out-compete the other. Haytham had attempted to reprimand the two of them, but that only resulted in the two carrying on in secret. Eventually, they wore him down, and he made a compromise that so long as their devilry didn't affect their responsibilities and Order business or inconvenience himself or his duties as Grandmaster, they could continue their foolish game.

And so they did.

       Immediately after that conversation, the complexity of their tricks rose. What started as simple misplaced objects or elementary traps became something much more. Haytham almost longed for the days when the main attraction was fooling Shay into pouring salt into his tea instead of sugar or leaving out bitter-tasting treats for unassuming Templars. For the most part, the jokes they played were still jovial and in good taste, but they were most definitely becoming more complex.

       A few weeks ago while he and Shay were in Boston, the captain had excused himself before their departure and disappeared for the better half of the morning. The younger man returned with not one, not two, but five different hats, all in slightly varying sizes but otherwise indistinguishable from one another. After they returned to Fort Arsenal, Haytham had immediately noticed the rude moustache drawn on Master Cormac's portrait in the dining hall, but the man in question remained blissfully unaware for the time being. Connor, on the other hand, immediately noticed that his hat didn't quite fit right, but didn't yet think to incriminate Shay.

       The first truly dastardly joke was played on Shay. Last week, the younger Templar had entered Haytham's office to deliver a report, only to slowly stop his ramble at the look on the Grandmaster's face.

"Dear gods, man. What in the hell is wrong with your mouth?" Haytham's face was contorted in shock,

"My-my mouth?" Shay replied, equally surprised as he sought a surface to see his reflection.

       It had turned out that Connor has slipped a few drops of ink into Shay's coffee that morning, which stained his teeth and parts of his lips for days. Shay immediately retaliated by hiding Connor's most used belongings in difficult-to-reach places all around the Fort, definitely getting quite creative with some of the placements. That day Connor returned from his training to find his coat blowing from one of the masts of the Morrigan.

       This back-and-forth between the two persisted, and at times they even convinced some of the other Templars to aid them in setting up the next prank. Haytham was far too busy with his own matters to get too involved with their scheming, and so long as they kept that business to themselves, it was no longer a concern of his.

       Being pulled back from his thoughts, Haytham took another sip of tea as he heard the manor door slam shut and Shay's trudging footfalls echo against the stone pathway. The younger man could be heard cursing under his breath as he approached where Haytham was seated.

"What was it this time?" The Grandmaster asked nonchalantly.

       Shay rounded the shrubs and came to a stop in front of the older Templar. Haytham nearly choked on his tea at the sight of the Captain, snorting and sputtering into his teacup. Shay was covered head to toe in white baking flour, looking as pale as a bedsheet.

Shay's face remained as solid as a stone, "Glad to see you're enjoying yourself, sir."

Haytham composed himself, "I was until my afternoon tea was disrupted by all of the shouting and vulgarity coming from the manor."

"I'd say you won't hear any more of it, but I can't make any promises for when I get ahold of that boy."

Haytham nodded. "Very well. Do try and keep the noise down, though. I have no desire to speak to the regulars about screams of torture today."

"Understood, sir."

       Shay turned on his heel, dustings of flour following him in a cloud as he strode off. Haytham leaned back against the bench and admired the serene garden. Moments later, he could hear shouting off in the distance and tried his hardest to ignore the noise.

       The days that followed were quiet. Almost too quiet, in fact. Haytham had expected revenge to be enacted, a grand show to top what Connor had done, but the Grandmaster wasn't aware of anything yet, which undoubtedly meant the pair of them were scheming something heinous. Haytham, though, continued to go about his business and try not to worry too much about what those two were getting into. He felt it was only a matter of time before the pranks get too complex and something goes wrong, but that's a problem to deal with another day.

       Haytham exits the manor, closing the door behind him and stepping into the warm sunlight. Today was a particularly long day pent up inside the meeting room and squinting over papers, so the cool breeze coming off the ocean was refreshing against his weary face.

       Haytham had a book in hand, hoping to enjoy some leisure reading in the garden that he's grown so terribly fond of. He walks slowly down the pathway and through the shrubbery, taking in the scents of the flowers as he goes. His eyes drift closed briefly to just...enjoy the moment he finds himself in.

       His foot catches on something and his eyes shoot open. Before he's able to look down though, shuffling from the bushes behind him makes him spin around. He looks to where the noise was heard and watches a series of contraptions moving, and follows the path of it across the garden, up a tree and-

ZIIIIP

       Haytham's ankle is snatched out from underneath him and he's pulled far up into the branches of an overhanging cottonwood tree. His book had gone flying to the side as he found himself hanging upside down from the branches, helplessly out of reach from anything he could have hoped to get his hands on.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." he mumbled in frustration.

       Unfortunately for the Grandmaster, he was not dressed with his usual weapons or blades as finding himself in any threatening situation in a fort crawling with Templars was not a major concern of his. Call him complacent or reckless, but he's getting older and having to constantly jump at every noise in the underbrush is just a bit tiring. At a certain point in a Templar's career, stepping into the occasional trap was just an occupational hazard.

       Which is exactly what Haytham did, and is now hanging upside down from a tree in the middle of the courtyard. He looks around to assess his options. Too far away from the trunk to try and grab it, and not close to anything else that would be of use. He could try swinging himself over to the tree. He moves back and forth slightly, testing the ropes holding him. The rope twists and creaks under the weight of his movement.

       The branch he's attached to also sways heavily, and Haytham immediately seized his movement, not wanting to put too much stress on the branch so that it snapped. There wasn't enough height for Haytham to be able to recover from the fall without injury. This trap, of course, was designed with that intention - designed to keep a highly skilled Templar hanging in the air and loathe as Haytham is to admit, it does its job accordingly.

       So he sits - or...hangs...more accurately - waiting until someone comes along. The birds chirp happily around him, and for once Haytham can't quite find the enjoyment in their songs. Slowly, the rope twists, rotating Haytham around in place. He stews in his mind, already formulating the most satisfying way to bring unholy retribution down on the Templar responsible.

He's pulled from his thoughts to the faint boot scuffs approaching the trap he's currently caught in

"Well, well, would you look at what-" Shay's smug voice stopped abruptly as he stood and looked on in horror at who he had caught, "S-Sir!"

Haytham didn't move as the rope slowly rotated him to face Shay. "Care to explain yourself, Master Cormac?"

"Sir I'm so, SO sorry! I'll get you down right away!" Shay's terrified face disappeared from Haytham's view, and he felt the rope jolt as the younger Templar worked to free him.

"Sir, I'm going to release you gently, but just-just be ready, alright?" Shay's voice called from somewhere behind him.

       Haytham grunted as he braced himself, but the journey down was slow and true to his word, Shay made sure he reached the ground gently. He unwound himself from the rope and stood, dusting himself off. Shay appeared from the shrubs in a whirlwind, giving Haytham a look over to make sure he was alright.

"Sir I am so incredibly sorry for that. It-it was meant for Ratonhnhake:ton!"

"What did I say before, Shay? Hmm?" Haytham's voice was level, but Shay could sense the underlying warning of being within reach of immense and indescribable harm. "I asked for two things. Two things! One, that these little games of yours don't interfere with your responsibilities to the Order, and two-" Haytham spun on Shay, bringing his face inches away from the other man and lowering his voice dangerously, "that these games did not include me."

Shay swallowed thickly, his face losing a tinge of colour. "I-I swear, sir, these games will cease. I'll-I'll talk with Ratonhnhake:ton and we'll end this for good! No more tricks, no more of these pranks. You won't have to worry about anything like this happening again."

Haytham's hardened glare digs into Shay's wide eyes. "I would certainly hope not, Master Cormac. It would do you good to watch yourself in the future."

       Haytham stepped back, turning on his heel and storming off down the garden path. He swooped down to snatch up his discarded book before disappearing down the garden. Shay remained stock still, still reeling from the last few minutes of events.

       It wasn't until Haytham was long gone, and Shay bent over to begin collecting up the remains of his trap that Haytham's words finally sunk in and clicked: Haytham Kenway just threatened me. Shay's face paled further at that, and he hurriedly collected the material before rushing off. There was a certain Templar recruit he needed to find.

        For the remainder of the day, Shay constantly had an eye over his should for the young Ratonhnhake:ton. He's set out to try and find the lad before Haytham does - or more accurately - before Haytham finds another trap. The two younger Templars were relatively cautious when it came to their plans and where they laid out their trap for the other, but Shay had to admit, with all this new excitement and competition they had created the sea captain had begun to get a bit too careless.

"C'mon Ratonhnhake:ton," Shay mumbled out, "Where are you hiding?"

       Captain Cormac had already searched the entire south side of the fort and also found another trap with his name written on it. The heel of his boot was now covered in tar and collecting a rather unsightly lump of debris as he searched for the younger Templar. Halfway through this fort and still no sight nor sound. There's one last place on his list to check before he puts a damned bounty on the boy's head. Fortunately, none of that is necessary as Shay approaches the docks and spots Ratonhnhake:ton's silhouette by his quartermaster.

He approaches the pair and looks meaningfully at the younger Templar, "I need to speak with you, lad."

Christopher nods his head, pushing himself off the crate and stretching his arms, "I should probably see how things are going in the kitchen anyhow, surely it's almost time for supper. I know I could eat." He pats Ratonhnhake:ton's shoulder.

The young lad grins as Gist passes him, "You can always eat, Chris." He turns his attention to Shay, a smile still playing on his lips, "What did you need?"

Shay's face doesn't hold an ounce of mirth in it, "We're, uh, we're going to need to call a truce."

Ratonhnhake:ton quirks an eyebrow and looks at him smugly, "Giving up, are you Cormac? I didn't think it was possible."

Shay points a finger at him, "I said truce, not surrender." He steps a bit closer, "We need to put an end to the traps."

"It was just getting interesting! You and I had finally found common ground."

"That's the problem! It's not just our ground we're using."

Ratonhnhake:ton looked at Shay quizzically, "Did something happen?"

"I, uh, might have caught someone that wasn't you." Shay's eyes wandered the landscape.

Ratonhnhake:ton's eyes light up in excitement, "Oh, please tell me it was Lee."

Shay cleared his throat. "It...was not Lee."

"Who, then? Hickey? He seems likely to walk into a trap - or stumble - I should say." Ratonhnhake:ton chuckled. Shay didn't look at him. Didn't look anywhere but far, far away and into the horizon - as if trying to escape there right now.

Then, a quiet mumbling, "It was your father."

       Ratonhnhake:ton's jaw dropped open slightly in shock, the grim hands of fear clutching at his insides before slowly slinking away as he realized the greater scale of the situation. It was not Ratonhnhake:ton's trap that Haytham had stepped into, no, it was Shay's. He was safe for the time being, and so, he laughed.

Shay crossed his arms at the lad, "This is not funny."

Ratonhnhake:ton's shoulders shook with laughter, "I can't believe you caught my father. Tell me, how did he react?"

"Badly." Shay scoffed at him. "What do you think?"

"May I ask which trap?"

Shay deadpanned. "Tree snare."

Ratonhnhake:ton laughed heartily at the imagery his mind was creating for him. "Shay Cormac, you are a man that wishes for death."

"Yeah, and I just about met him earlier." He snides, "Now, can we please just agree on a truce so that I can keep my head attached to my shoulders?"

"I don't know, this is far more entertaining than what trouble I could come up with." he teased

"Ratonhnhake:ton, I am asking for your mercy here." Shay's pleads are coated in a thick layer of sarcasm, "I'm aware that my death wish is a running joke with the crew, but rest assured - I quite like living, and I'd like to keep doing so."

"And you are willing to beg me?"

Shay's sarcastic tone drops and instead he looks at the lad blankly, "Or, perhaps the next trap that catches an uninvolved Templar will be yours." The underlying threat floats through the air between them.

The younger man narrows his eyes at Shay, knowing full well what the other is capable of. They stare at each other in calculation for a moment before Shay sticks out his hand, "So...truce?"

Ratonhnhake:ton looks down at it for a moment before clasping in a firm handshake, "Truce."

Shay's features lift their seriousness and the lightness that usually graces the older man returns tenfold. "Great! Now, Gist mentioned that supper should almost be ready, shall we go and see, lad?"

       Entering the manor, the pair make their way through the foyer to the dining room. Haytham is already seated, conversing with Charles who sits at his side, and Gist is shrugging off his jacket to place on the hanging rack by the door. There was hot tea on the table already.

       Dinner in the manor was always a rotating cast of characters depending on who had business on this side of the city. Of course, any of the Templars were welcome to join, but Haytham and Charles were the only consistent members, aside from when the Morrigan was docked. Tonight was a rather quiet night, with most of the inner circle called off for business in other areas of the city or in the river valley.

       The dinner itself was rather uneventful. Decent food and the regular conversation about mission updates and other small-talk. There was, however, mischief brewing in the air and Shay could smell it as he looked across the table over at Ratonhnhake:ton. The younger man held a certain glint in his eye and Shay couldn't help but spend the rest of the meal uncomfortably awaiting what the lad had in mind.

Time ticked on, and then finally, the perfect opportunity for Ratonhnhake:ton presented itself when his father turned to ask him a question for general conversation.

"And you, Connor, how faired your mission today?"

"Routine and uneventful. I received intel from the Greggory boys and finished the collection for the report this afternoon." Ratonhnhake:ton paused, looking up from his plate to his father. "I heard you had quite an eventful afternoon, though." he said pointedly, before taking another bite.

The entire room fell into a thick silence. Shay glared at him from across the table, but Ratonhnhake:ton only returned the faintest of smiles.

Haytham eyes his son, any emotion on his face carefully guarded. "I suppose it could be described as such."

Shay uncomfortably cleared his throat, "I do want to apologize for that, sir. I know-"

Haytham held up a hand, "You already apologized, Master Cormac. It's a thing of the past - water under the bridge."

       Shay gave a sideways glance to Gist, confused and unsure about the open forgiveness. Chris only shrugged his shoulders at the captain. Shay opened his mouth, paused, and then promptly shut it again before he made any larger mess of things.

"Continuing on," Haytham said, dabbing his mouth his a napkin before leaning back in the chair, "I have an appointment with a harbourmaster in the valley. I've been notified that after many months of delay, our supply shipment from New Orleans has finally arrived." He turned towards Shay and Chris, "I will need the Morrigan set for sail in two days' time."

Shay nodded, "Aye, sir. We'll be ready."

"And feel free to bring your apprentice, Captain." Haytham said, turning his gaze over to Ratonhnhake:ton, "I'm sure there will be plenty of work available on the trip."

~~~~

       The morning of the trip Haytham emerged from his chamber, luggage in hand, to hear the main foyer bustling already. Shay, it seems, has already been awake and preparing for the departure. He walked out into the main room and immediately Shay straightened and approached.

"Morning, Sir. I trust you slept well?" Shay held out a hand to take the luggage from the Grandmaster.

Haytham handed his belongings off without a second thought. "Delightfully so." There was a glint of something in his eye as he glanced past the Captain. A glint of something Shay didn't necessarily like, but prayed it was not aimed at him.

Brushing off the glance, Shay continued. "We're ready for departure whenever you are." He paused, looking around the room slightly, his voice turning to annoyance, "And whenever our apprentice decides to join us."

"Very well. I will see you on deck, then." Haytham nodded his head before making for the door.

"Aye, Sir. I shouldn't be much longer." Shay called after him.

He passed off the Grandmaster's luggage to another crew member before making his way down the side hallway to the bedrooms. He rapped his knuckled against Ratonhnhake:ton's door. "We're ready to leave lad. If you're not on deck in ten minutes, we're leaving without you." There was a muffled reply, but Shay didn't linger to listen to any protests.

       Making his way across the dock with the last bit of the crew, he boarded the Morrigan to find Haytham and Chris sharing a conversation to the side of the deck. Looking around at some of the crew on deck, he noticed a few new faces among them. His brows drew together in confusion before he called over to his Quartermaster.

"We get some new crew members, Gist?" Shay asked, an eyebrow quirked.

Chris smiled, "Aye, forgot to mention it. Some of our boys weren't able to make it, got a few new lads."

       Shay's eyes narrowed, but he brushed it off. Usually, Gist ran this type of news past him, but perhaps the short notice hindered that. At any rate, Shay trusted Gist's decisions wholeheartedly, so he knew whatever choice his Quartermaster made would be sound. Besides, this is a routine supply run - he shouldn't need his full regular crew for a day trip anyhow.

       Stepping into his cabin, he froze before the door could even fully open. His jaw dropped and he gawked at the sight before him, the grip on his satchel loosening until the leather bag dropped to the floor with a dull thud. His entire cabin has been rearranged.

       Quite literally anything that wasn't nailed to the ground had been moved to the opposite side of the room. His captain's desk was no longer at the rear of the cabin, but to the side and on an angle. His charting table has been moved back to where his desk used to be, and his books have all been rearranged. His storage chests have also been moved to the other side of the room, and his weapons now sat tucked at the end of his bed. Speaking of which, his bed - which was nailed to the ground - has a completely different set of sheets on it, and his pillows are at the foot of his bed instead of the head.

He turns around to look at his companions, speechless.

Haytham looks over to him, "Something the matter, Captain?"

Shay turns back to his cabin, gesturing wildly with his arms at the setting before him and making a few incomprehensible noises.

Haytham took a few steps over to see what the Captain was so taken with. His eyes looked over the flipped state of the cabin. "Ah. I see." he turned to look at Shay, "Will you be able to sail in these conditions?"

Shay sputters for a moment, still reeling from the shock, "I-I mean, yes. Yes, I can sail....but-but-" he gestures again to the cabin. A few different emotions filter over his face before settling on anger. "I am going to wring that boy's neck." The captain huffs in frustration before reaching down and snatching up his satchel.

Just when Haytham was to turn back towards Gist, he heard the angry footfalls of Ratonhnhake:ton storming up the gangplank. He looked over to see his son appear on the main deck, in a pair of breeches about two sizes too small, a jacket that barely fit, and a hat that kept sliding down his forehead.

"Where's the Captain?" he demanded to the pair. Gist pointed over to the open cabin door, and Haytham very nearly breaks the stone-cold mask he's been wearing so very carefully.

Before the lad could move, Shay emerges from the cabin, his arms spread wide, "If it isn't just who I wanted to see!" his voice was raised in annoyance.

Ratonhnhake:ton rounded on him, "I thought you said we had a truce!"

Confused for a moment, Shay takes a step back to look at the lad, "What in the hell are you wearing?!"

"That's a good question, Shay. What am I wearing?" The younger lad spat.

"I don't bloody well know! Not like I dressed ya this mornin'!" Shay replied with equal vitriol

"Oh, so you're saying you had nothing to do with the state of my clothes?" he shot back, accusingly.

"No, I didn't!" Shay paused, "Well, maybe the hat, but that's a different story. The rest of it, I don't know nothin' about. Perhaps you coulda caught the culprit if you weren't rearranging my damn cabin all night!"

Ratonhnhake:ton opened his mouth to argue, but then paused, "What?"

Shay's annoyance flared up again, "Oh, don't you play coy now, boy. You think this is funny?" Shay stepped aside to wave his hands at the drastically different cabin.

"And you think I did that? I was too busy taking down all the traps I had set for you since I had thought we had come to some type of understanding." his gaze hardened, "But now I see it was all for nothing."

"I was busy doing the exact same thing! Cleanin' up around the fort!" Shay protested, "You what? Think I just up and decided to give myself a change of scenery, did ya?"

"If you're so certain I'm guilty, why not ask your Quartermaster if he's seen anything?"

       The two both swing their heads to look at Gist expectantly. Gist's eyes widen in surprise at the sudden attention, clearly not thinking they would ask him anything about this whole ordeal. He glances quickly over to Haytham, only to receive a deep and steady glare in return - a warning. He sputters a little, not wanting to be on the receiving end of the Grandmaster's wrath, but also not having anything prepared for this specific scenario.

"I-I simply couldn't tell you. I was off deck for the night, out drinking with some of the lads." He chuckled nervously, "I mean we are docked in a private port, didn't think any trouble would come this way."

Shay looks at him peculiarly. Gist is lying, but why? He looks over to the Grandmaster and Haytham is...well, Haytham is somehow completely uninterested in this conversation and looking out across the deck, away from them. Shay narrows his eyes.

"Grandmaster, Sir." Shay says in a level tone. Haytham turns his head to look at him, his face carefully guarded. Too guarded for Shay's liking, so he presses. "Would you happen to know anything about this?"

"I haven't the faintest idea, Captain." he replies, cooly.

"You wouldn't, hmm?" Shay asks again, a hint of suspicion in his voice.

Ratonhnhake:ton's mind starts to piece things together and he turned to look at his father, "You were missing from your study last night. Not like you, if you ask me."

"Are you attempting to pry into my private affairs?" Haytham raised an eyebrow.

Shay took a step toward the Grandmaster, "Only if your private affairs happened to take place on my ship without permission, sir."

Haytham's eyes narrowed at the two of them. He would not go down so easily, but that choice isn't in his hands. Christopher's resolve is not nearly as hardy as his own, and Shay is much better at reading his Quartermaster.

"Chris, what about you? Where were you last night?" Shay's posture relaxes, easing into the new game that Haytham is insisting on playing.

"Well, I already told you." Chris chuckles again, "I went out with the lads."

"So you're telling me that you didn't complete the pre-departure checks that you always do the night before departure? That you went out with the lads instead?"

Chris was cracking, "A-Aye sir. Had to finish up early this morning."

"Yet still had time to sit down for a full breakfast, hmm?" Shay pressed.

"Alright" Haytham called out, drawing everyone's attention. "You can stop pestering Master Gist. What is it you want Captain Cormac? A confession? An apology?"

"Well," Shay considered, crossing his arms in the process, but remaining relaxed at the turn of events, "I was hoping for something more along the lines of an explanation."

Letting out a slight huff, Haytham clasps his hands behind his back and walks over to stand in front of Shay. "The two of you should be flattered, really. You see, I had quite a bit of time to think while I was hanging upside down in the courtyard the other day. The only problem was that I didn't yet know which of you would be the culprit, so I simply devised something for each of you."

Shay's brows rose in amusement and a smile was playing on his lips, "You've spent some time planning this, then?"

"As soon as I was released, I set to work." Haytham began, "Connor's punishment was difficult, yet still, straightforward. I sent a missive to our tailor to come by the manor as soon as possible. I, of course, had to ensure that Connor would be kept busy during this time. At dinner that night, I suggested he come along on this sailing, knowing that you'd be sure to set him to work preparing the vessel and that he'd be at the docks all day. That allowed the tailor to work uninterrupted on altering Connor's clothes, making them uncomfortable, yet still completely functional."

Shay and Ratonhnhake:ton shared a brief shocked glance at each other before the Captian spoke, "But what about my cabin? You couldn't have done it alone."

"You're right, Shay, I didn't." Haytham's face remained neutral, but he was fighting back a smug grin as he continued, looking over at Christopher, "I enlisted the help of Master Gist, and a handful of your crew for your punishment. From the beginning, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but I was having trouble figuring out how to pull it off in such a short time. I approached Gist after dinner and asked him if he would be interested in helping me accomplish the task. Not only did he willingly volunteer, but also brought his own ideas into the fold. I thought the bedsheets were a nice touch."

Chris broke into a smile, stepping forward to join in the explanation, "That's why there are new faces aboard today. Jamie, Tom, Duncan, and Smitty helped us to rearrange everything. Took the boys nearly all night to get it done. I knew they'd be in no shape for sailing today, so I made sure to fill their posts beforehand."

Shay looked at his Quartermaster in mock betrayal, but his eyes held a hint of pride at his friend, "Chris, you helped?"

"I couldn't possibly turn down the opportunity to get back at you for the biscuits." Chris chuckled, continuing in joking exasperation, "You know how much I love biscuits and you used that knowledge against me. It's only fair."

Ratonhnhake:ton's eyesbrows were halfway up his forehead. "All of this was done yesterday?"

"Indeed." Try as he might, Haytham was beginning to look like a cat who ate the cream. "You have Captain Cormac to thank for your new attire."

Ratonhnhake:ton shook his surprise as he turned an annoyed glance to Shay, his voice lowering, "All because of your trap?"

Shay shrugged his shoulders, "Guess you shouldn'tve laughed about it before."

"I hope you're ready to hand over the coin it will cost to replace these." Ratonhnhake:ton replied easily, gesturing to the sleeve cuffs that end a few inches too far up his arms.

Shay let out a short laugh, "Replace? Hardly. But I'll ask the tailor back to re-mend his work. I'm not going out and buying you a brand-new wardrobe. Nice try, though."

"Let me remind you, that it was your handiwork that got us here." Ratonhnhake:ton said.

They laughed heartily for a while before bringing the tone back to a more serious one. Shay turned towards Haytham, eyeing the other man. The Grandmaster looked rather content on deck, and was surely satisfied with his work over the last couple of days.

So, Sir," Shay said, "No hard feelings, then?"

"As I said before, Captain Cormac, it is water under the bridge." Haytham replied.

"Does this mean that we can continue the pranks?" Shay pressed, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

Haytham's eyes narrowed. "I would much rather you not, but I suppose you've both had a taste of the consequences now."

Shay stepped closer, nudging Haytham with his arm, "Does this mean you're participating?"

"Absolutely not!" Haytham scoffed. "This was an exception. A mere trifle."

"Hm. I'm not so sure, sir. It almost seems as if you enjoyed yourself. Perhaps it's time to add another party to this game of ours?" Shay looked over at Ratonhnhake:ton, who was already smirking deviously.

"I have responsibilities as the Grandmaster and can't be caught up in childish games and tricks. My previous ruling on the matter continues to stand." Haytham stated, matter-of-factly.

"Maybe so. Perhaps Ratonhnhake:ton and I will just have to reacquaint ourselves with the consequences, shall we?" There was a glint in Shay's eyes, and as much as Haytham wanted to hate it, he found himself anticipating what was to come.

"Ready yourself, then, Master Cormac." Haytham said, turning away and towards the upper deck, "For I have only scratched the surface."

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To My Maui Auntie:

Aloha! Hope you're doing OK. So sorry to hear your bfs family homes burned in Lahaina.

Lmk if there's anything I can do to help. I write.

I misplaced your # because I forgot how to spell your name. I'm going to try to get Mikael out of prison. We need to Undo violations of local government there if possible. Tragic its become such a police state- so easy to sell loved ones to military crime for land- like this Arson and his false arrests- my divorce- Gag order for murders on beach homes. Will they get away with it?

I can't imagine any of Danya's family would be guilty of such an awful thing! Can you?

I felt Mikael was framed for our Pharisien-Danya paradise.

Take a stand if you can and visit him. Let me know what you think when you do.

Still trying to get my babies on a an appeal tomorrow.

Pray for us.

How is Heather & Durien divine?(:

My gf Geena- is a divine Malaysian cook & her son- an art tech genius from our academy - they would like to move there with me if you hear of any compassion living for families in meantime.

I'm a realtor of 23 years- and a civil rights journalist- if your family needs any help rallying for support through sharing truth of their story- I'd be happy to help and Guardian is also interested f/ UK- not a tabloid TG. I do believe reperations are in order at large in my Aloha States from Heartland to California & Mother Maui- and for all moms/kids impacted by in house domestic terrorism.

Danya wouldnt want her son tortured for her gifts.

Probate laws are being grossly violated by real estate brokers there. I turned in as many as possible. Please keep grievances coming!

Can you believe my bros prostitute at coldwell banker managed to list me as a probate and nearly murdered me like Sinead O' Connor & Britney Spears rather than give me my estate? They said they want me to see another Dr. - after 1000's. I have cyst in brain & lymes from militia germ warfare.

It's Dr. code for murder.

Anyways- you were in my heart and prayers daily. I hear you're close to fires w/ Daughter?

Is Oprah's palace OK?

My bro still hasn't written to let me know he survived fire- or if kids were there- still exposed to harm.

Bff sent his FB post because I've been worried sick- seems like more gaslighting from Facebook crimes of court. Heart wrenching estrangement still with kids. They were kidnapped after they had me beat up in 2017. Negotiating appeal tomorrow and my legal team of thousands keeps ghosting me. Praying Oprah comes through for Britney & I. Shocked she wanted to lowball Hawaiʻi- probably fake news from her conservator creeps that got Dr. Oz.

I'd be ever so grateful if all those angry Hawaiian moms would call my Courthouse and let my judge know none of us are probates just so we're crystal clear. I'm not dead. Are you? Just checking!

I hope Marina Bathem's Coldwell Banker Brokers aren't terrorising them still? I saw Maui Mammas videos complaining about gross realtors and energy weapon fires they started with defense team.

Tragic.

Waiting on 800 body bags to be filled by thugs.):

Prayers & love to you & Maui Mammas - Island of our hearts.

Always-

Mahalo,

Nitya4Eternity