#how are we feeling Rev Cult?

[revenantstrampstamp]

Rev looking ✨new✨ in kill code pt 2

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#how are we feeling Rev Cult? #I wonder if this will be a full redesign #that would be interesting #I’ll miss the old design if they change it ofc but I’m so intrigued to see what they’d do for a new one 👀 #apex revenant #apex #revenant #kaleb cross #apex legends #apex lore

[spahhzy]

Free as can be~

Ashley sighed into her sleeve for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, causing Andrew to look down from his book he was reading.

"You okay Ash?" He asked, shifting himself to next to his sister.

"Just bored..." Ashley said with a pout, and Andrew rolled his eyes.

"What? You mean living motel to motel on the run from law enforcement, cults, and an organ harvesting firm isn't exciting enough for you, " He said sarcastically as Ashley tossed a pillow at his face.

"Nope," she said, giggling before suddenly her stomach growled.

"You should probably go get something from the vending machine, Ashley." Said Andrew, which cause Ashley to grumble.

"I don't want no stupid cookie again... let's go out to eat! " Said Ashley with enthusiasm rising up and standing on the bed.

"No"

"Wah, oh come on, Andy, I know for a fact you have gotten sick and tired of cookies by now," Ashley argued back.

"What part of 'on the run' did you not understand?" He countered, and Ashley huffed before crossing her arms.

"We're only on the run cause you keep killing people," She said as Andrew breathed deeply, knowing his sister is right and wrong in what she said.

"But that doesn't mean we can't go and eat nice every once and a while" She complained.

"Ashley, it was just last week that I took you to a restaurant, and you almost stuck a fork down our waitresses' throat." Andrew complained as Ashley looked at him with a surprise look.

"That hussy was undressing you with her eyes. You could have gotten sick!" Ashley explained. 'Only I can do that!' Is what she wanted to add as well.

"Yeah, well, what's to say you won't do that at another restaurant, Leyley?" Andrew questioned, and Leyley held a hand over her heart.

"I promise to be on my best behavior...scouts honor"

"You were never a scout, Ashley..." said Andrew as he got up from the bed.

"And for good reason, you'd probably murder the camp counselor if they tried to touch me," She said, and Andrew knew she was right, he probably murder anyone their that tried to take his leyley from him.

"Fuck it, why not we'll go to a Benny's Diner how about that?" Ashley cheered jumping on the bed like she was a child.

"Yes, food! Actual none vending machine food!" She said and Andrew just smiled before tossing a pillow at her head causing her to fall off the bed.

"Get dressed dumbass"

-

Andrew looked out the dinner window as Ashley was eating happily away at her meal.

Across the street from him was a bar, he was assuming it was some sort of biker bar with how many motorcycles there were.

Motorcycles...

Looking at the machines, Andrew minds began to slip into a memory of some simple times.

-

"Wow, Andy, I can't believe you blew some of your college money on this, Mom's going to be pissed," said Ashley as she walked around a nice black motorcycle.

"I make enough to put it back Ashley, sides since when did you care about what mom thinks?" Andrew said as he cleaned off the bike a little.

"I don't, just surprised is all...my big Andy thinks he's so cool now, huh? " Teased Ashley as Andrew sat on the bike, ignoring her.

"Gonna attract all those whores to aren't you? Gonna have them ride along with you, hmm?" Ashley said with a hint of jealousy in her voice.

"That's going to be hard to do with you around," He said to her.

"Wow...tell me how you really feel?"

"Oh, leyley if I did, I'm almost certain I'd be in jail," Andrew teased back causing Ashely to blush and look away, not at all liking how her brother can sometimes...sometimes push her buttons, suddenly the bike road to life as Andrew revved it a couple times.

Enjoying the noise it made.

Ashley shook her head, finding truth in the saying 'boys will be boys' and looking at Andrew's smiling face, butterflies began dancing in her stomach.

"Catch."

Ashley snapped out of her stupor as Andrew tossed a helmet into her direction.

"Wuh?"

"Come on, leyley, it will be just like old times on the bicycle we had remember?" She must have remembered.

Their folks got him a bicycle for his tenth birthday. Ashley didn't get a bicycle, just coloring books, so on her birthday, he stole pegs off the other kids' bike and attached it to his bike so that Ashley could always ride with him.

It was the best gift Ashley got on that day, being able to ride free with her big brother and it was a great gift for them both as It was one of the rare instances in their childhood where they could just enjoy being kids.

Andrew never forgot the big smile Ashley had that day of being able to ride on a motorcycle with him.

-

Andrew sighed, which caused Ashley to stop her rampant chewing, looking at Andrew. Ashley reached over with her fork and poked him.

"What's wrong, Andy?" She said with a mouthful, and Andrew bonked her on the head.

"I didn't need to see your mouthful," He said to her. Ashley giggled before swallowing.

"I'm sure you love seeing me swallow something else" She wiggled her eyebrows at him and Andrew almost snorted out his coffee he was drinking.

"Still...what is on your mind?" She asked, setting her fork down and taking a sip of her soda.

"Just reminiscent, I guess..." He confessed to her as he returned his gaze back to her.

"Ooh are you reminiscing about my fat fucking tits again?" this time Andrew choked on his coffee and began coughing and blushing as Ashley laughed causing the other occupants to look at the pair strangely.

Andrew tossed a piece of toast at his sister's head.

"Hey! That's perfectly good toast!"

-

The pair had finished their food without a hitch, and they swiftly left the diner after paying.

Now, it was time for a short walk back to the motel.

They proceeded past the bar where the group of bikers were, and as they proceeded to walk on by one biker in particular decided to try his luck.

"Hey sweetie, why don't you come over here and get the ride of a lifetime?" He said to her. Ashley just ignored him, giving him the middle finger, but Andrew, on the other hand, was silently fuming at how these bikers were looking and leering at his leyley...

"Lookie that boys, she's a real fiesty one, huh?" The leader said, earning a laugh from the rest of the gang. Andrew clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, Ashley sensing this took his arm and hugged it as they both walked past the biker.

"Hey, when you're done with the stooge, I'll ne waiting for you, Lil lady," said the leader as they Andrew and Ashley both rounded a corner out of sight.

-

Nothing was said as they made their way back to their motel, Ashley was a bit worried at seeing Andrew upset, but also...kinda liked how possessive he was.

Giving out a yawn, the food now giving her the sleepies.

"Get some rest, Ashley," Andrew said as he walked over and put a blanket over her.

"You...coming too...bed too?" She said, trying to stay awake, and Andrew just chuckled.

"After I clean up some stuff around the room, not really tired yet," He told her as Ashley violet eyes drooped more and more.

"Mmkay...love you," She said before finally she was out like a light.

"..." Andrew bent down before placing a kiss on her forehead as he looked at her calm expression.

He sat back down on the couch and waited a good whole hour to make sure Ashley was still asleep as he suddenly sat up from his couch, went into the kitchen, and procured his cleaver. Grabbing his jacket and stuffing the cleaver in his back pants pocket, he opened the door before stepping out into the darkness, giving one last look at Ashley before quietly closing the door.

-

"Man, did you see the tits on the dark-haired girl...what I would do that woman," said the sleazy biker as all his friends laughed and cheered him on.

"Alright, gang, I'm heading out. Don't cause too much of a ruckus," laughed the leader as he started his bike, the exhaust garbling loudly as the group cheered and said their goodbyes.

The biker drove for what was about five minutes when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that same dude that was with that beautiful woman earlier leaving the diner.

That man was Andrew, and he was leaning against the wall next to a dark alley smoking a cigarette.

Pulling over to the curb, shutting off his bike and pocketing his keys in his black stained vest, he leaned on the same wall right next to Andrew.

"Hey buddy, so tell me, how's that hot piece of ass been treating you?" He asked Andrew said nothing as he smoked his cigarette.

"I'm sure she's a real freak in bed to ain't she" It took all of Andrew will power not to grab the man's throat and tear it out.

"Hey, I have an idea... Why not let me have a crack at her? I'll pay you for it, hmm?" He asked, and Andrew was inches away from slicing his throat.

"How much are you paying?" Andrew asked, hating himself for saying those words, but if everything worked out, then he would do what he needed to do.

"For a glorious pieace of ass like that, all the money that's in my pocket which is..." The man patted himself from pants pockets to vest pockets before finally procuring money.

"$777.77" He told him with a sick grin on his face, Andrew looked at the money as he looked like he was considering the offer.

"Let's talk about this more... discreetly," He said, making a motion to the dark alley as the sleazy biker grinned, thinking he was going to get his dick wet tonight.

Walking like he won the lottery, he entered into the alleyway, Andrew not too far behind as his green eyes glared balefully at him as he reached behind and grabbed his cleaver.

"Alright, let's dis -" he was cut off real quick as sharp steal found itself ingrained into his face, the biker could only gargle as Andrew gripped at the cleaver hard and ripped it from his face.

"As if someone like you will ever touch my leyley... see you in hell, " He said as he began relentlessly hitting the man's head with the cleaver over and over.

Andrew, finally out of his rage, looked at his work. He sighed, another body to his name. This one, though, was like that warden...another sleaze and one that he was happy to kill.

But now it was time to clean up. Luckily, he brought some gloves.

It took him less than a half hour to chop away at the body before throwing it into the dumpster.

Finally, it was time to just throw the clothes out, too, as he grabbed the bikers' vest, a key fell out and onto the floor. Inspecting it, he took a look at the end of the entrance of the alley to see the dead bikers motorcycle.

Andrew smiled.

-

Ashley awoke to the sound of the TV playing in the background. She looked at the time on the alarm clock.

10:00pm.

"Andrew?"

Silence.

Looking around the room, She called out again.

"Andrew!"

Nothing.

Panic began to set in as a million thoughts went through her head.

'Was he taken?'

'Was he killed?'

'Did some floozy seduce him?'

'Did he....leave me?'

And before she could answer any of those questions, she heard the loud rumbling a bike make its way into the parking lot of the motel as she suddenly realized that Andrew went out to go fight that biker for how he talked to her.

While she would be swooning over the fact that her Andy was fighting for her honor, she had realized that Andrew was one man, and he couldn't just take on a small gaggle of bikers and if one was here that meant...

"No! Don't think such thoughts... just go and interrogate this stupid biker and find out where your Andy is, " She said to herself, going under her bed, pulling out her revolver. She stormed the front door, ripping it open and aimed the gun at the biker.

"You better tell me where my fucking Andy is you bastard!" She shouted as the biker quickly held his hands up.

"Ashley what the fuck!?" Came the voice inside the helmet, Ashley was so close to pulling the trigger and blowing this fuckers brains out when suddenly the man took the helmet off revealing.

"Waaaaah Annnndy!?" said Ashley as she tossed the gun back inside before running up to him as Andrew caught her in a hug and spun her around.

"I'm not going to ask what the whole gun thing was," Andrew said to her as Ashley nuzzled her face into his chest, relishing I'm his warmth.

"I...I thought I lost you to those stupid bikers," Ashley mumbled, and Andrew shook his head.

"No, leyley, I wouldn't dare leave you." He told her in earnest as he suddenly stepped to the side.

"So... like it?" He asked her, and she looked at the bike and then back to him.

"How did you get this?" She asked, eyeing him suspiciously, and Andrew just whistled but was slapped on the shoulder.

"What it was Free nighty nine!" He said with a serious face, and Ashley just looked at him with an expression that said 'really?'.

"Okay, it was a generous donation," He said to her, putting a hand on his heart when he said that.

"Did you kill that man?" Ashley asked.

Andrew remained silent.

"Annnnnndyyyyy"

"Whaaaat! Since when were you the moral compass!" Complained Andrew much to Ashley's joy.

"I'm not, now you know how I feel when I have to deal with you"

"Oh go fuck yourself"

"Come fuck me yourself coward!"

Andrew just sputtered and blushed, not wanting to continue.

Ashley looked over the bike before sitting down on it.

"Very nice, hey, this reminds me of your old bike you had before our folks sold it off!" She told him as she started to reminisce about all the places Andrew had taken her to.

Andrew let her talk as he went behind her and pulled out another helmet.

"Hey Ash"

"Hmm?"

"Catch!"

Ashley caught the helmet and looked at Andrew who just smiled.

"What do you say, leyley? Shall we ride again like old times?"

Ashley smile was very bright even in the dark of night.

Starting up the bike, Ashely sat behind Andrew before straping on the helmet. She wrapped her arms around Andrew's chest.

Carefully and slowly, they both drove around the parking lot before Andrew finally decided to go onto the main road. Looking behind him, Ashley nodded to him, ready to go.

Putting throttle, the bike glided smoothly on the open pavement as the exhaust reverberated off the city walls.

Ashley laughed in happiness as she felt nostalgia and warmth over take her while also enjoying the freedom and closeness with the man she loved.

Andrew was content, regardless of his situation. As long as his Leyley was happy, nothing else mattered.

The two sailed into the darkness, free as can be.

#andrew x ashley #andrew graves #ashley graves #the coffin of andy and leyley #coffincest #gravescest

[harloqui]

Jfc let me touch this before some weird conspiracy theory pops up

On the whole debacle, since it's revving up-

• Silvër and her pack (what everyone is calling "the p-shifters of 2020") are not All P-shifters Ever, and were disliked by other members of the community. She deleted and remade because other shifters were getting on her case, and eventually went silent because she was unable to handle the pressure. Her pack has never been "every p-shifter", nor does every shifter agree with her opinions.

- Additionally, most shifters don't approve of abusers or cultists in the community. It's why Silvër was ran out of it, along with other abusers. It's why when dodgy people appear shifters tend to avoid them or disperse elsewhere, and why shifters do warn others about cults and unhealthy groups.

• "P-shifting has never been used in a derogatory sense": It is literally considered a trait of "fake therians" in some spaces. It is not a positive thing in the therian and otherkin community to be a p-shifter. People get banned for claims of p-shifting. People literally refused to interact with Xem directly because the post was made by a p-shifter. This is the definition of derogatory.

• Reclaiming a term: if by "reclaiming" you mean "using it in a way that isn't abusive" then actually yeah, I don't have an issue with that. Which is what I've seen most who want to reclaim the term want to do so for. Like, p-shifting doesn't inherently equal abuser - there's multiple groups who have used the term without forming unhealthy groups or packs, so it's not inherent to p-shifting as a concept. (See the Were vs. Therian debate and Social Media Sites part of The Shifter Timeline.)

• I thought p-shifters weren't delusional! You're changing your tune!": I can't speak for Silvër and her pack's views, but I still don't believe all shifters are delusional. While the definition of clinical lycanthropy necessitates delusions, a p-shifter is ANYBODY who claims to physically shift. P-shifters can't ALL be delusional because there's a wide variety of reasons why someone (even incorrectly!) might consider themselves a shifter. I've written about it before. I personally don't have a problem with delusional or schizospec people considering themselves p-shifters as long as other shifters aren't pushed out of the community, something I mentioned when I said, "as long as other shifters aren't defined out."

▪︎The claim that "P-shifters are purposefully targeting endels and delusional people": How? The shifters here (excluding Silvër and her defunct group) are not a pack. There's no concerted hivemind or effort to do anything, most of us are quite scattered honestly. As far as I'm aware most of us either post in our own tags, have warnings for delusional and clinical folk, or block them. This also goes both ways, so delusional folk can (and do!) also block us if they see something they cannot handle.

If we wanted to target endels, wouldn't we be posting in their tags? Wouldn't we be privately contacting endels with sensitive materials? Wouldn't we be making a concerted effort to make their lives miserable? And for what - an acutely psychotic person is uncontrollable (from what I know) so making them suffer in that fashion would only appeal to a sadistic abuser. Yet this is online, meaning that anybody trying to abuse others in that fashion would not even get to see that. How does that benefit anybody?

Those using the p-shifter label currently seem to be doing so because they're uncomfortable with the label of "clinical" or implying that their shifting is in any way false. Which tbh is fair, and since I do feel they have grounds to the label (it's not like they weren't already considered p-shifters by the community in some instances) I'm not bothered by them "reclaiming it". That's my reasoning, anyway.

#harloqui.txt #p-shifter #physically shifting #p-shifting #p shifting discourse #real shifters

[stardancerluv]

Pumpkin and the Beast

Part 2

Summary: Some of a school day with Eddie and Pumpkin.

Warning/Notes: Regular school angst…Jason Carver makes an appearance. The chapter starts with lyrics (they are in italics) from the band known as The Cult and the song is Rain.

Please, enjoy! Reblogs are awesome! ❤️s are fantastic! And I love comments/feedback!

I've been waiting

For her for so long

Open the sky

And let her come down

For a little while you happily swished your head from side to side from the music that poured from Eddie’s speakers.

“Eddie.”

You happily wiggled your feet in the air, since you were too short to reach the floor. He had gotten used to you dancing, what least it was you called it. He called it your happy wiggles.

“I like this.” You smiled, glancing over at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yup.”

“Its The Cult.” He slowly smiled, there was a twinkle in eye that you couldn’t miss. “That place Bloomington called me.”

Your heart leapt, you knew how he had been waiting about a week to hear back from them.

“Eddie what did they say?”

He pulled up to the red light, a smile was spread from one side of his face to the other. “We got the gig! Next Saturday night the boys and I will be preforming in Bloomington!”

A cheer of delight burst from you, and without thinking you immediately leaned over and hugged him tight. You smiled up at him. “I am so happy for you!” You felt as he gave you a soft squeeze.

“Thanks pumpkin. Well, you were the first to say we’d get it and we did.” He smiled down brightly at you.

“Well me and…”

A honking of a horn cut off your words.

You pulled back. “I’m sorry, Eddie.” You whispered.

Eddie made a face. “It just changed.” He muttered something you couldn’t make out as he stuck his head out the window.

“Learn how to drive freak!” You heard the muffled shout from Jason, before revving his engine and tearing his orange Dodge charger around Eddie’s van, rocking it.

Your heart sank further.

Eddie, reached over and turned the music up. The silence became thick in the van. You had learned from him it was ok to express your feelings, yet right now you wished you could go back to moments ago when he was so happy. Jason could be so mean, like why you wondered.

It wasn’t long before he pulled into the school’s parking lot. Before you could glance at Eddie, to see how be was. He had snatched up your knapsack and was at your door.

“Ma’ lady.” He said in his wonderfully theatrical voice he used to the Hellfire meetings or when he shared his campaigns.

He offered you his hand. You took it and with a small jump, landed on the ground besides Eddie.

He handed you back your knapsack. “Here pumpkin.”

“Thank you.”

He reached behind you and grabbed his black metal lunch box. You hoped he actually had some food in there today. It hurt you to see him skip out on lunch from time to time.

“Eddie?” His brown didn’t look as dark or as sad as moments ago, so you supposed that was better but it still made you sad.

He gave you a smile. “Yes, pumpkin?” His tone was sweet but something behind it didn’t carry the usual flutter it gave you.

“Never mind. We better get to class.”

His mouth became a thin line. “I’ll be there shortly. I gotta tell the boys the good news.”

Your heart lifted, that would make Eddie happy again. “I’ll tell Miss Andrews you were dropping my books at the library in case you don’t arrive in time for the bell.”

He smiled. “You are too sweet.” He winked and despite him doing it quite a few times over these last few months, it still made you tingle in your tummy.

******

Miss Andrew didn’t look happy as she was writing the date on the black board. You held your note book close to your chest as you rocked on your feet as you waited by her large desk.

You heard her inhale before she spoke, and it was only then did you look up at her.

“Yes, Miss YLN?”

You bit your bottom lip before giving her a big smile. “Miss Andrews, my library books got to heavy for me.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.” You replied sweetly. “So Eddie is dropping them off at the library for me, so I wouldn’t be late.”

“I see. Well, I hope he’s back before we start taking notes.”

“I think so.” You smiled and headed to the back where you and Eddie usually sat.

Once again you had to fluff your skirt. It had ridden up once you tucked yourself in behind your desk. Opening your knapsack, you took out your favorite purple pen and bright red notebook with MATH scrawled across it.

The bell rang. You grimaced and chewed your cheek. Eddie’s seat remained empty.

Opening your notebook you turned to a fresh clean page. In big scrawly print you wrote out the date. Passing your homework forward a few moments later, you idly began to draw and doodle in your notebook. You were growing a little concerned for Eddie, but you knew he’d show up, he just had to.

You were in the middle of drawing a daisy, when you heard the a knock that only one person could make sound that dramatic. Glancing up, you saw how be leaned in the doorway, Miss Andrew turned and blowing her bangs from in front of her eyes, she shook her head.

“Come on in Munson, try not be so late being a gentlemen next time will you?”

He smiled and made a big show of shrugging his shoulders. “No act is too small or too big when being a gentleman.”

A smile flashed but disappeared from her face. “Alright, on with it Mr. Munson get to your seat. Miss YLN will tell you where we are.”

He smiled and and pointed at her. “You got it teach.”

His bandanna swished at his side before climbed into his seat, his handcuff belt which Eddie never gave you a straight answer about clanked as he finally settled behind his desk. Miss Andrews glanced back at the sound before turning back to the blackboard.

He leaned over, he looked happier which made you happier. “I didn’t miss much did I?”

Shaking your head, your ponytail swished. “Nope. She was about to start notes.”

“Ok.”

********

You squealed and giggled out of nowhere as Eddie came up behind you and swung you around unexpectedly.

“Eddie, Eddie put me down!” You giggled.

“Not yet.” He whispered into your ear.

“Eddie!”

He swung you around one more time. His laughter filling your ear, before finally putting you down.

You immediately tugged down your skirt. You hoped that no one saw the ruffles on your panties as he swung you around.

“That was fun.” He remarked breathlessly.

With a sigh, you leaned back and jumping not only feel Eddie’s solid warmth but the firmness of his belt against you. Making you jump. “Eddie!” You squealed once again and turning around you smack his arm. “I didn’t realize you were still behind me.”

He chuckled, shrugging he moved till he leaned against the lockers beside you. “Sorry doll.”

Glancing into you the mirror you reapplied your lip gloss. After making a kissy face at your reflection, you glanced at Eddie. “You may be sorry Eddie Munson but you are evil!”

He quietly drew closer to you. He stood at his full height, no slouching or leaning and he looked right down at you. “Oh, did big ol’ bad, Eddie scare you pumpkin?”

“Yes.” You tried to say firmly crossing your arms in front of you, looking right up into his brown eyes. But you broke into giggles. It wasn’t long before his own joined yours.

“So I got to talk to all the boys about Bloomington.” He said, once he was leaning against the lockers again.

You smiled brightly, glancing at Eddie. “I bet they are so happy.” Chewing the inside of your cheek, you looked over your books.

“Over the moon!” You loved seeing the huge smile spread across his face. “Gareth was so excited, he didn’t even eat his lunch.”

Kneeling, you stuffed some books finally into your knapsack. Glancing up at him through your lashes, you asked hesitantly. “Did you eat?”

“Nah, too excited.” He made a dismissive gesture with his hand.

You stood. “Eddie.”

“If I recall, you weren’t there.” He replied his eyebrows raised. “Did you eat today?”

“Mrs. Flores, wanted me to make photocopies for her.”

“And…” He made a face, then smiled “See you didn’t eat either.”

“I guess. Well, we can go and grab something now. You pick.” You rocked happily on your feet.”

His face fell. “Oh, I forgot. Gareth invited us to jam; well practice at his house before Hellfire. He’s ordering us a a pizza or something.”

“Oh.” You said brightly, despite your heart sinking. “Good.”

He stood and rubbed your arm. “I’m sorry I forgot about you and me time.” He chewed hip. I promise to make it up to you.”

“It’s ok. This is important.” You said as rightly as you could. Deep down you knew he was right but after the test you had in history and the quiz in chemistry, you were looking for time with Eddie.

******

Happily you skipped beside him as he told all of his plans. He made grand hand gestures and his face contorted as he told how he would try and come up with a fresh playlist for the gig. You were very happy for him.

His excitement filled the van after we climbed in. “We’re gonna need any extra practice we can fit in before next weekend.”

You nodded. “I will have to get to the mall and buy myself a new dress.” You began to wonder what color you should go with. You wanted to look extra pretty since this would be such an important performance.

His fingers were strumming on the steering wheel. “So you will come and see us preform?”

“Of course I will! I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Great!”

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[alovelyburn]

Rambles about the Conviction Arc Part 9

I made a mistake a few weeks ago and just read the entire rest of the Conviction arc... so it’s proving a bit difficult to get revved up to talk about it since that was a while back. The other thing is that Conviction has a lot of stuff about characters that I don’t have tons to say about (although I do enjoy them). So, you know. Bear with me.

Rambles about the Conviction Arc Part 9

One disadvantage to the whole ‘commentary as we go” system I’ve got going on here is that sometimes it’s hard to really dive into a certain topic – like Griffith’s complicated relationship with the Hawks, and with power, and with people who fawn on him. Like you can talk about it in bits and pieces but it takes a more focused take to really delve into a specific topic...

Which is just a leadin to how I have a lot of thoughts on Berserk’s religious system. Maybe I’ll do more focused single topic commentary once I finish this thing. Anyway.

1. I try not to get too judgey with characters – they’re all fragile and have their foibles and issues, like okay that’s fine but holy shit Nina wears on my last nerve. I understand that she’s afraid and that she doesn’t want to die but I have limited sympathy for someone who is literally a cannibal and is willing to sell out anyone to save her own skin, including Casca who is currently being revered by Nina’s own cult, like what is going on there.

...all that said, the thing that really sticks out to me about Nina is that she’s incredibly normal in most ways, and she’s had the misfortune to be born into a world where normal people are just not at an advantage. She doesn’t have the emotional fortitude of someone like Luca, even, and so she crumbles. And there’s a lot about her relationship with Luca that kind of echoes back to some of the repeating themes in Berserk, as well as specifically some of the things Griffith said way back in the Golden Age.

Which is sort of appropriate because Luca is kind of representative of the kind of person Griffith was, as well. Don’t get me wrong they don’t have especially similar personalities, but some of the underlying mechanics are similar – she has taken on this leadership role and tied her fate to these people – “we share a common fate,” and all that which was basically Griffith’s issue as well. And like him, once she’s settled on a particular route, she won’t back down from it even if it causes problems, or makes her life more difficult.

She even expresses similar thoughts on hierarchy and those on the top thinking they can do just whatever they want – it’s just a matter of who the people on top are – aristocracy in Grifith’s case and the church in Luca’s.

As a result of that, her relationship to the weaker members of her corner – particularly Nina – is a little complicated. Remember back when we went over how Griffith perceives much of the awe that surrounds him as sublimated hatred or fear? More on that later!

Anyway!

 2. So then Guts turns up and just grabs his guy by the face and asks him questions like, Guts he cant answer you; your hand is covering his entire mouth-nose area.

It’s funny though, Miura had this kind of generic loser knight look that he used...

Here, right? He looks just like

This loser knight that tried to recruit Guts back at the beginning of the Golden Age. I don’t think there’s any connection or importance to it, I just think its funny how he repeated that face for multiple loser knights.

3. I feel like the way he drew Casca, even in her regressed state, changed a lot over the years. Like early on, here for example, she has this wide eyed sort of vacuous way about her – later on she became more childlike and playful, and I’m not saying either is better than the other, I’m just saying I do see a difference. An evolution in some direction. But we’ll see whether I’m crazy and misremembering as time continues.

Anyway, back to Nina.

4. This is probably the closest I ever came to liking her. Not that I like her. Even though she ended up causing more problems, in this moment she meant well.

 ...

 Okay lemme see if I can gather some thoughts about Nina.

In a certain way she reminds me of Corkus – that mixture of reverence and resentment that she shows Luca, the consequence of being kind of sucked into the orbit of a stronger personality. But Corkus is a more assertive and stronger person than she is, and so he’s a bit less passive aggressive and also a bit less resentful (but not unresentful). I’m trying not to launch into a rant about Corkus here, but it does kind of confuse me when people think he’s genuinely Griffith’s Number 1 fan, because I think he kind of obviously resents being forced to be the normal one vs Griffith’s special one even at the same time as he respects and admires that specialness.

And that’s kind of what brings him to mind with Nina, because I think she obviously loves and relies on Luca but at the same time she resents being in a situation where she has to rely on Luca. In a lot of ways I guess she’s resenting her own weakness, and the insecurity and lack of confidence turns her petty and mean.

And this idea that people resent and hate the people they love and revere the most – particularly the leaders whose shadow they live in, is a repeated theme throughout Berserk – Griffith even describes it in his torture monologue when he essentially says that when people look at him in fear or hate it can be changed into awe or dread. And some of that is what drives Nina really – this bitterness she gets from looking at Luca and seeing someone she can’t be and feeling beneath her.

And that brings me back to Nina and “Elaine.” Because as selfish as Nina is, in this moment she can’t just leave “Elaine” behind in part, I think, because she has the chance to do for someone else what Luca does for her – Elaine is even weaker and more in need of protection than she is, herself. But I think even more than that, she identifies with that weakness... and doesn’t want to be alone, herself.

Do I sound sympathetic? I still don’t like her.

5. You know, I try not to say strange things about Gutsca very much because... I don’t want to come off like a hater, and I do understand and appreciate the importance of that connection to the plot and the characters involved. But.

Man, sometimes the things that come up with Gutsca are creepy as hell. Whenever I see someone suggesting that Guts is Casca’s lover after only knowing her in her Elaine form, I...

Like, I love you dearly Luca, but you don’t know whether Casca’s always been like that or why she’s like that if not. Why would your first thought be “I bet this guy is sleeping with the girl whose mind is basically that of a toddler?” And she’s not even the only one, it’s kind of strange.

The other thing I notice whenever these things come up is that Guts never actually gives an answer. It’s always just kind of left hanging there implicitly, much like his issue with Griffith where he never manages to say he wants to kill him. There are couple of ways to take that, really – I always figured it was an indication that their relationship was meant to be somewhat ambiguous, or rather his feelings about her were. The romance between them has always been half projection anyway – Judeau projecting on Guts, Guts and Casca projecting on each other, and then a series of people reading what they assume into Guts and Casca’s dynamic. Which isn’t to say that those assumptions necessarily won’t be vindicated.

Anyway.

I don’t have much to say about the scenes that are mostly just Nina and Elaine running around so bear with me if I skip large swathes of the story- you’ve all read it anyway.

6. All the different iterations of the Hawk symbol – the Holy See, this black one, the white one with the behelit and snakes, and the later one that’s literally made from human skin – kind of fascinate me. Like I said before I have a lot of thoughts on Berserk’s religious system but they aren’t things I would talk about right now because I want to see how well they stand up to what actually happens while I’m doing this reread. But I will say the way that many different people and groups use iterations of this symbol that reflect their personal perspective informs those thoughts. And that I suspect interconnection  may be at play here because one thing Miura liked to do is present like.... these larger systems that change meaning depending on where you look. “Demons to some, Angels to others,” as the cenobites would say, for example.

Also, jfc Casca, always getting drawn into these freaky things with Godhand and demons and such.

I also really like the view of what’s actually happening during these possession moments from the outside. It’s like horrifying smoke hydra, fascinating.

7. So looking back at Rosine and her ability to create pseudo-elves and bug men, and now looking at what the behelit apostle can do, I’m going to come down in favor of “apostles who can create pseudoapostles can make more than one kind. I’d be interested in knowing what made the choices though because with the behelit apostle I feel like it’s based on the person he stings whereas with Rosine she seemed to be deciding their forms.

Just gonna slide right by sexual assault on Casca #9384...

8. It’s always interesting to see how much Guts struggles back in the relative beginnings of Berserk. Because as time goes on he just becomes more and more untouchable – even before the berserker armor he was already kind of heading in that direction. And I’m not saying I don’t like that – nothing buoys my heart more than seeing Guts wreck monsters and people and also ships and gods. But it is interesting isn’t it?

 Miura was always very careful about power scaling, which I appreciate – it kept things from getting too over the top although obviously people like Guts and Griffith are still far outside the realm of what a human can do. But he talked a lot in his interviews (as reported by that twitter) about wanting to keep things looking like they could be possible even though obviously they aren’t. And I think he generally did a great job of that. Still sometimes I think about the way Guts’ skills scaled because back at the 100 man battle, he... well killed 100 men. And then after the sojourn he was said to be on another level entirely than he had been before he left the Hawks – even so he could only barely survive fighting Wyald. And then after the two year timeskip hes out there killing apostles, but it’s still pretty tough.  But he must have improved between the BSM arc and Millennium Falcon because then he’s able to fight Zodd of all apostles on relatively even footing. And then comes the Berserker Armor.

9. Are Serpico’s eyes literally supposed to be closed, like is he walking around with his eyes closed or what?

Anyway, I don’t have much to say about this scene except “Farnese’s obsession with Guts continues to snowball lolz” but it’s here to lead in to...

 Here, which is the initial confrontation between Serpico and Guts.

It’s a telling one, isn’t it? It’s also interesting because it’s the first time we’ve seen a human who can give Guts a run for his money since Bosogn, and Guts wasn’t anything like he is now back during the Doldrey.

And that kind of goes back to my random powerscaling ramble earlier because I wonder if Serpico is meant to be a better swordfighter than Griffith? I don’t care, mind you, like I’m not trying to defend Griffith’s dignity or whatever, it’s just interesting because the amount of “Griffith’s an unparalleled genius in combat” that gets tossed around back in the Golden Age is way out of proportion with Serpico being, you know, a really good swordfighter and yet if you think about the scaling doesn’t it imply that Serpico is significantly better?

You may think, Ariel why are you worrying about power levels no one cares, and I agree with that but it does make me think about what is says about Serpico that is not only is that good but consistently plays it down. I’ve seen people refer to Serpico and Griffith as similar types of personality which I don’t think is quite true, but they do have a couple of overlaps besides being excellent fighters with and speed-and-agility-based build instead of a strength-and-durability based build like Guts. One of them is that they’re constantly hiding half their personality and specifically the part that makes them more competent than everyone around them. Griffith hides the depths and breadth of his intellect and most importantly he hides how far he’s willing to go to accomplish what he needs to accomplish and really Serpico hides his version of the same thing right like he pretends to be ridiculous even though he’s actually a razor-sharp mind. And he hides how good – and how strategic - he is as a fighter.

Which is the other thought I have about Serpico and Griffith’s relative skill levels which is.... one might think it’s obvious that Serpico is stronger but actually, it’s hard to tell because every time Serpico has had to fight Guts, he controlled the battlefield. He chose terrains that were advantageous to him... vs say Griffith with the snow duel where its lampshaded that he’s at a terrible disadvantage even if you don’t count the fact that he’s having a mental breakdown at the time.

...I just love how Guts just kinda shoots at him and looks totally bored doing it.

 Anyway back to Serpico.

And that’s the Serpico equivalent of Griffith flashing hawk eyes – the moment where it becomes clear that the person you’re dealing with has been playing nice and is actually like ten times more dangerous than you could have guessed.

I say Serpico and Griffith aren’t that similar, which I stand by, but at the same time there are these overlaps, I don’t know it’s interesting. I guess the main thing is that Griffith is composed of many types of characters at once, and Serpico is a character made of one of the types that go into Griffith. If that makes sense.

Although I do wish we got as many peeks into Griffith’s internal processes as we do with Serpico. I mean in moments where he’s not about to lose his shit. Anyway, I do love the way Serpico realistically assesses his chances – he knows that even in the situation he’s arranged to be to his advantage, he’s still going to lose if he lets Guts collect himself. But his lack of knowledge of Guts as a person does ultimately come in because who the hell would have expected

...that?

This reminds me of an actual true crime case. It’s kind of the corner of a larger... thing that happened, but this woman was being attacked with a knife and she grabbed the blade and wouldn’t let go. And he couldn’t get it away from her. So he asked if he could just leave. It’s awful but its also a little ridiculous.

10. Behelit Apostle is just a troublemaker.

How is she surprised that he freaks out when he sees her. She fed him human child stew and then tried to kill him. Nina. Wtf. Nina.

11. I do enjoy these moments of, I guess, Casca’s muscle memory. They remind you of who she used to be. Also, when Guts is there to witness them (or the aftermath of them) such as when she killed her assailants in a few volumes, it kind of fuels his hope that the woman he knew is still in there somewhere.

12. I’ll never stop finding the way Guts echoes Griffith interesting. So many of the things he says and so much of the way he lives and the choices he makes are things that he received or learned from Griffith – it brings me back to the one Miura quote about how Guts was “purified” by Griffith, or supported in life by him. The person Guts became is the person Griffith enabled him to become, and that’s a big chunk of the reason he remains ambivalent. No matter how angry he is, no matter how much he hates Griffith, it’s tough to completely disavow the person who pulled you off the streets, became the first person to believe in you or trust you and saved your life a number of times.

13. Not an especially important comment but I do love when Miura’s Go Nagai jumps out. And this is really the only time I have a lot of sympathy for Nina, I mean that is horrifying and I can’t imagine where her brain goes after that.

Okay moving on to Farnese and Serpico.

14.I think I talked about this a bit last time – the illusionary nature of Farnese’s power within the Holy See. I mean I have some thoughts about Farnese as a character – she’s one of my favorites and also I think one of the most successful characters in the series... I think the only ones I like more than her are the big two, Guts and Griffith. And I’m kind of hoping to get more into it later, because a lot of her history comes out later and so does a good deal of her internal logic and of course her future path.

But I think a lot of her issue does reside in this feeling of being... a person who wants to set her own path and be independent and not be tossed about by the people around her, specifically the men around her, but who consistently finds that whenever she thinks she’s achieved it, it’s actually an illusion. All the power she’s ever gotten came from men, and men take it away as soon as she steps out of line. And she kind of tries to build herself around these areas where she thinks she’s found strength and then those things are taken away.

It kind of reminds me of Casca, right, and I mean this is why she ends up falling in love with Guts the same way Casca ends up falling in love with Griffith – because these guys come storming into these women’s lives like a tornado and upend the rules that they thought they had to live by. And therefore they are able to find a new way to live and forge a new path. In Farnese’s case, she ultimately finds a source of strength and power that is far more “real” than the titles some dudes give her that encompass the authority that some dudes give her when she gets into magic. But anyway.

15. Man her relationship with Serpico was such a mess back in the day. There are a lot of arguments about whether or not they have romantic feelings for each other (which... I strongly believe they do, but more on that when it comes up. I mean I don’t ship them or anything, just saying), but whatever the nature of that connection it is pretty toxic especially back at this point.

Also as a sidenote, I wonder when/if she stopped thinking Guts was the Hawk of Darkness. I mean she has by the current chapters obviously, but at this point I’m not sure. She stopped calling him anything except the Black Swordsman, and no one else seems to have drawn a line between Guts and the Hawk of Darkness they just keep going after him because he’s a walking disaster and killed a bunch of them. So, IDK.

16.I don’t really have much to say about this image, I just think it’s fantastic and horrifying.

One other interesting thing about Casca and the brand though is like...

The brand is a curse and all, but it often ends up protecting Casca vs. attacking Guts. I assume this has something to do with (plot convenience) the demon child, but it’s definitely “interesting.”

17. Lemme just take a moment to appreciate Luca, a completely normal person with no particularly impressive skills and no ambitions to attain any combat skills or anything like that, who waded into the Tower of Rebirth, currently overrun by people who would burn her with a grin to save this weirdo who is kind of awful and wouldn’t even be in this situation if she hadn’t run away without a plan to begin with.

I ship it, too bad it didn’t work out (as I recall).

18. I feel like the entire retcon about people being unable to see elves was a setup for this specific moment where Farnese’s understanding of the world finally breaks. It’s like the point of no return, even if she denies what she’s seeing, even if she tries to cling onto her old beliefs for a little while longer... the fact that she can see Puck now tells us that there’s no going back for her.

So like, one of the things that came out during the flood of interesting Miura quotes from the past few weeks is that his family was very turbulent and his father was “mentally unstable” and highly abusive until he became extremely religious and suddenly calmed down. And I think that’s fascinating because the things you see happening in Berserk, but particularly I think it informed the way he wrote religion as this thing that’s kind of....

Redemptive in a way – stabilizing in a way – but also terrifying and housing a lot of darkness. That’s true of Griffith and Mozgus and Farnese, etc. The entire Holy See kind of reflects that, really. I don’t know, it’s interesting stuff.

Okay so I’m leaving off here. I’m trying to hit larger sectionsof story at the moment because as much as I enjoy things like the conviction arc, they foreground a lot of characters that don’t have like TON of relevance to the larger story. They do reinforce and complement the ideas present in the major characters, so I try to touch on those things, but like how much can I say about Jerome, you know?  Even though I like him.

But that said, we’re now entering the run up to the conclusion of Conviction, so things will start heating up with Guts having to decide between chasing Casca and chasing the Godhand/Griffith, and such, as well as ultimately the return of Griffith in about two volumes. So. It’s exciting, I’m excited.

#rambles about berserk #berserk #ariel talks about berserk #berserk meta

[lafcadiosadventures]

Madame Putiphar Readalong. Book Two, Chapter Fourteen:

-a short transition chapter, and an unusually happy (if foreshadow-y) one

-etymology, architecture, love= cult of friendship + contemplation of nature, insignificant 16th century façades, architecture as a text, lover’s reunions.  (english translation by @sainteverge available here!!)

The Goodwin sands during a Storm Illustration by S. Sly, and an unknown engraver.

Debby arrives in France, ignoring the beauties that surround her, both because she’s too preoccupied by Pat and meeting him, but she also feels bad at enjoying the sights without having him by her side.  

She is only focused on her thoughts of him, (while Patrick was very sad of being separated, both of her and their country, he had to rapidly focus on finding a job/protectors)(noting this because it's a rare case of Borel adhering to traditional gender roles, Pat forced to live outwardly, think of securing their future, and Debby living only for love and feeling)

Borel then, taunts his readers rather cruelly i gotta say, knowing how things go... On Debbie’s arrival she hears a good omen, the singing of a nightingale*. This announces happiness forwarded by God (and this is indeed a very happy chapter for them, but,,, will it last?) The nightingale’s song also works as a key (@counterwiddershins told me the word rossignol also means skeleton key in French) to Debby’s past, the same song links their past and present, and the two Celtic countries France and Ireland.

She thinks of their Love as a cult of friendship entwined with contemplation of nature... This idea might have revolutionary echoes. Montaigne’s essay On Friendship (very influential on the Romantics, George Sand among them) takes inspiration from La Boétie’s clandestinely published essay  on Voluntary Servitude, (written, Montaigne says, “in honor of liberty against tyrants”) where he develops a civic concept of friendship-fraternity as a sign of equality between all men, and a sign of responsibility to love and help ailing brothers, and a responsibility to fight for freedom. This friendship is rooted on Nature, since all men, La Boétie says are brothers made from the same mold. When cult of friendship + nature pop up I can’t help thinking if this civic concept of friendship is behind those words, although the French Rev happened in between, so there are probably fresher references in between as well XD)

Debby tries and fails to sleep although she is exhausted from the journey (fixating on Patrick has her ignoring her instinctual responses, just like she couldn't think of/really see the landscape without knowing how he was)

The next day she arrives at the Quai du Louvre, and in seeing the gallery, which the narrator labels insignificant, (it does not live up to Pétrus’ gothic/rococo taste) she runs to it and starts counting until she reaches the convened sixth column. The building unfolds before her like a papyrus. Its walls are mute to all except to her, they carry a voice that will define her fate. She has the key to decipher the arcane writings on the building, a secret only her and her lover/co-conspirator are privy of. She finds his name and address. Falls into a quasi mystic-religious ecstasy, kissing his words/his name deliriously, almost like a praying person on the Wailing Wall. (we have spoken before about how Love and their worship of each other is a huge part of their religiousness)

She sends the footman for Patrick, tries to return to the inn but gets lost many times, so he finds him waiting for her once she arrives.

Once again they share a kiss that seems to transport them outside of time and space. Only after that, Patrick notices her mourning dress, and is saddened by it, and she in her turn notices his uniform, and realizes how much it suits him. They catch up on their respective adventures, Debby omits telling him of the trial and his being condemned to death if he ever returned (which, she should have mentioned, just in case) Pat sets her up in their new home. After which they both go to church to thank the lord, ask for his blessing and protection. It’s interesting how fast her perspective of France has already shifted. After having seen very little, and hearing Patrick’s adventures, she asks for protection for two strangers on a dissolute land... (foreshadowing...). France is no longer idealized. They spend the whole night in prayer. Their 1st night together in months.

The chapter comes to a close with a few more details on the dynamics of their domestic life: Patrick devoted to her -and the endless voluptuousness of love- any free time his work allowed him.

We hear a bit more of Fitz-Harris, who had been presented on chapter 12 as an old friend Patrick was glad to be reunited with. He is a jealous, petty sort of person, he grows cold towards Pat, since the colonel showed him appreciation and affection. He also envies his beauty, his brains, and his wife. Even the naif Patrick notices he cannot trust Fitz-Harris without reserves, since he is a mysterious chatterbox, always gossiping, always opening up to strangers and oversharing secrets in a way that seems to be against Fitz-Harris’ own interests ...

We’re done for this week, this was a short and unusually happy chapter, even if it already planted the seeds for dark things to come...

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*do not read if you want to avoid spoilers: the symbolism of the nightingale is vast... Found on the Philomela entry on wikipedia, a greek heroine that got transformed into a nightingale after being raped and mutilated by her sister’s brother. Philomela, right before the rape, refuses to stay silent and proclaims she will get her revenge:

"Still my revenge shall take its proper time, And suit the baseness of your hellish crime."

 We shall see sadly, how this resembles (partially) Debby’s fate...

#madame putiphar #long post #text post

[nysocboy]

Gemstone Episode 1.9 Review: Jesse is racist, Judy is a rapist, and Kelvin is the Devil

Episode 1.8 ended with all of the Gemstone siblings and their partners broken up, plus Gideon cast out from the family.  It's going to take a lot of work to make things right again.  

Chicken bone voodoo:  After a flashback to Aimee-Leigh's death (and a bee that will re-appear later in the episode),we cut to Eli finding about about the blackmail, Jesse's assault of Rev. Seasons, and Judy's embezzlement. Kelvin stood by and let them do things that he knew was wrong, so he's just as guilty. Eli angrily fires them all. 

Later, Amber tells Jesse that if he wants to reconcile, he'll have to go to Haiti, where Gideon is doing missionary work, and bring him back. Their conversation is surprisingly racist, referencing chicken bone voodoo, AIDS, and cannibalism. (Left: Port au Prince)

Judy's frst boyfriend: Judy meets with BJ "at a neutral location," the Outback Steakhouse, to give back the stuff he left. She admits that she hasn't really "gobbled 1,000 cocks"; it was a lie to impress him.  She continues with a monologue about her only previous boyfriend, actually her economics professor in college: she misinterpreted his casual conversation,  sexually assaulted him in his office, then kidnapped his son. BJ is mostly shocked that she never had vaginal sex before, so he "took her virginity."  Do you think Keefe took Kelvin's virginity on the night of the Club Sinister rescue?

Jesus never dated much: Sibling movie night at Kelvin's house ((notice the K and the arcade game behind their couch).  They're watching The Neverending Story., at the scene where Artax  horse/companion of the hero Atreyu, is literally consumed by his sadness, sinking into the Swamp of Sadness to his death.  Atreyu yells: "Fight against the sadness. You have to try. You have to care. You're my friend.  I love you."  Suddenly Kelvin bursts into tears

In the movie, the Childlike Empress is sick, thus allowing the Darkness (hopelessmess, despair) to slowly devour the Kingdom of Fantasia.  Young hero Atreyu is looking for a cure to save Fantasia, but he is unable to save his horse/friend Artax.  Maybe Kelvin is thinking of how he couldn't save Keefe from the Nothing.

But for now, Kelvin is lost in his own Sadness: "My emotions are all over the place. I feel like I'm coming unhinged." The siblings ignore him, so he repeats: I'm in emotional turmoil, dealing with some very painful questions about myself."  

"For real?"  Jesse immediately becomes serious.  Remember, he thinks that Kelvin is gay, but in denial.  Is he ready to come out?

Nope.  "I've always felt like, maybe, I'm Him."  He's always felt like he is Jesus? Say what?  Dude, that's full-blown psychosis.

Actually, many cult leaders claim to be Jesus.  Wikipedia lists 40 in the 20th and 21st centuries alone, including Jim Jones, Marshall Applewhite, Charles Manson, Shoko Asahara, David Koresh.  It doesn't usually end well.

Kevin's reasons: we both care about people; people like us, and want to follow us. Plus: "He didn't date much, didn't have the urge or the need to.  That's me for days."

Fans sometimes use this line to argue that Kelvin is asexual/aromantic, not experiencing desire for anyone, but in a heteronormative society, surely he means "urge or need to date women."  

Jesse, aware of another reason for Kelvin's lack of interest in women, assure him that he's not Jesus, but "that doesn't mean you're not a decent man."  Notice that he uses the term "man," signifying that Kelvin is grown-up, an adult, regardless of his sexual identity.

But Kelvin doesn't buy it.  Another voice is telling him, "If you can't be him, maybe you can be me...Satan."  We know from the Satanic Sweep and the Club Sinister rescue that, in Kelvin's eyes, Satan is all about sex, or sex is all about Satan.  The only way he can explain his homoerotic desire, and maybe his homoerotic intimacy, is by fashioning himself "the Dark Lord of the family."  After all of this, how did fans continue to argue that Kelvin was straight?

He's very tired -- he hasn't been sleeping well lately. Because he usually shares his bed with Keefe?  And he misses Mama, who used to tell him that everything's gonna be ok.  She's gone, so Jesse and Judy step up: "Everything's gonna be ok.  You'll get it figured out."  It's not hard to figure out, Dude.  Lots of people are gay.

The illustrated version, with nude photos, is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends

#the righteous gemstones #kelvin gemstone #Adam Devine #Jesse Gemstone #Judy Gemstone #Messianic Complex

[enchantcdstories]

Protective. | Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: When a chance encounter with your least favorite jock turns sour, Eddie feels he's partially to blame for what happened. Also, Steve is there.

Tags: swearing, harassment, blood, nurse! Steve, protective friend Steve!, Protective! Eddie, Boyfriend! Eddie, Fem!reader fluff, slight angst if you squint, mentions of satanism

Word count: 3422 (she THICCC)

October always meant the cold chilled you to your bones. It always meant you bundled up a little tighter in the mornings, and still had to borrow your boyfriend’s vest to keep the cold out. Your parents used to laugh and say that you needed a heat lamp like a lizard. You wouldn’t mind one at the moment, walking in the early hours on a Saturday morning. You were on your way to your boyfriend’s trailer– Eddie’s trailer. The walk took you about an hour on foot, but you insisted it was a good chance to clear your head; otherwise, Eddie had almost insisted he pick you up. 

It gave you a chance to organise your thoughts, to think about the homework assignments you had coming up and the projects that needed to be completed. Extra study materials for Eddie sat in your backpack, carrying the same stubbornness you had to get your boyfriend to pass his final. You were in both a long sleeve sweater and Eddie’s vest that morning, yet still found yourself shivering a bit as you walked along the lone, empty road. You picked this route especially for the ‘lone’ part; hardly anyone took this road. 

So when you heard an engine revving behind you, your stomach sank. Images of your face on a milk carton suddenly flashed through your head. Slowly turning around, you stared at the vehicle creeping up behind you, revving as though it were growling menacingly at you. It was a Jeep that you were all too familiar with– Jason Carver’s Jeep. You turned back around, cheeks flushed from the cold as you started walking again, wincing at the realization that Jason had already seen you acknowledge he was there. This wasn’t good, not good at all.

The car revved again, spitting dirt and rocks from under its wheels as it lurched forward and sped past you. For a moment, you suspected that he’d drive away, leaving you alone with your heart hammering in your chest so you could laugh about it later. Jason Carver was the last person you wanted to see right now. While you barely spoke to the guy, Jason had issues with Eddie and his whole image, and thus, had issues with you. All you wanted to do was get to Eddie’s house. The jeep squealed past you before breaking hard, the body of the car physically lurching to a stop right in front of you, physically blocking you from continuing. Shit, you mumbled. Two doors to the jeep opened, Jason and his goon both stepping out with wicked grins on their dumb faces. 

“Well, look what we found, Andy.” Jason sneered, slamming his car door so hard it made you jump. “The freak’s girl. Where’s your freak? Too busy to walk with you? You going back to him?” You kept your eyes down, trying to figure out how to walk around him safely while avoiding conflict. Andy snorted at you as Jason took a step forward. 

“Leave me alone, Jason.” You choked out, your voice suddenly a million miles away and your throat dry. This only seemed to amuse both of the boys, causing a new wave of snickers and chuckles to echo in the cold air. 

“Oh, are we on a first name basis now? How would your little freak feel about that, huh?” He stepped towards you menacingly, your hand adjusting the grip on your bag strap around your shoulder. 

“Just let me go.” Your voice was small and squeaky, your palms sweaty and nervous. 

“Or what?” Jason sneered. “Eddie’s gonna use his satanic powers on me?” Jason stopped a few steps away from you. “Probably already got you indoctrinated into his little cult, doesn’t he?” His voice dripping with venom. Despite the menacing tone, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.  

“Leave me alone, please.” 

Jason laughed once, looking back to Andy and ignoring you completely. “She said please. At least her little satanist taught her manners.” He turned back to you. “We should teach her something too, maybe teach her a message to send back to her little freak. That those little….hobbies… of his are dangerous.” 

Your heart picked up the pace as you realised just how badly you needed to get out of there. You had always assumed Jason was all bark and no bite, but now? Now you weren’t so sure. You let his words hang in the air for a moment, still keeping your head down, before taking off in a sprint past him. You had thought for a good moment that you had tricked him somehow, and you were home free – only to feel his hand on your bag strap stopping you dead in your tracks and yanking you off your feet. 

Your face met the icy road with a thud; you could feel rocks and dirt kick up as you slammed down. A stinging pain ripped through the side of your face and you could instantly tell that you were going to feel this for the next little while. You couldn’t hear much, your head ringing loudly as you felt hands start to flip you over, Jason’s face amused as he kept his hands on you. 

“Lover boy Eddie isn’t here to save you now, is he?” He leaned back and pressed his boot to your chest, putting just enough pressure that you struggled to breathe for a moment, bracing yourself for the worst to come. Waiting for a final blow, or worse, to come– instead, you were relieved when the pressure vanished. Your eyes followed to where Jason now stared, wondering what had been big enough to distract him from you. The smell of brakes was prominent now, like someone had stopped suddenly and nearly burnt them out. 

“Harrington? What the fuck do you want?” You blinked, some dust getting caught in your eye as you could barely make out the figure getting out of the car. Steve, dressed in his Family Video uniform, had slammed his car door shut and propped his hands on his hips. His attention was fixed on you, before glaring up at Jason. 

“What’d you do to her? What the fuck did you do to her?” His voice was deep and demanding as he took a step forward towards Jason. The relief that coursed through your veins was immense just hearing Steve’s voice. It meant you had a fighting chance, it meant you were safe. Jason beant over to look at you, causing you to shrink away while still laying flat out on the ground. 

“Just having a little fun, nothing to concern yourself with.” Jason said, looking at you as if he was inspecting his handiwork. The sounds of feet shuffling made you glance up, popping an eye open to see Steve’s hand on Jason’s shoulders, tugging him backwards.

“Get lost, Carver. Go pick on one of the calculus club nerds or something.” Steve said, pushing Jason in the direction of his jeep. 

“Or what? You’re gonna push me again? You here to play shining white knight for Munson’s girl?” 

Steve paused and took a few steps so he was standing over you. The inhale of his breath made you wince. Your face ached and you were sure there was blood showing now, but his reaction didn’t help. “Just get lost, dude. Go home.” Steve’s disapproving look was evident in his voice. Jason’s snicker fading was more than enough of a sign that he was getting back into his jeep. 

“Have fun with the freak’s girl, then. Give my worst to Eddie for me, won’t ya?” The jeep started up with a roar before squealing as it peeled off down the dirt road. The hammering in your chest resigned a bit, replaced with the aching and burning on the side of your face. Steve leaned down to you, his hair flopping a bit into his eyes. 

“What a prick. Are you okay?” He asked, offering his hand as you struggled to sit up. You were covered in dirt and internally dreaded cleaning yourself off. Jason was no where to be seen, thankfully. You nodded as the sight of red dribbled down your blouse caught your eye. Damn it. 

“Yeah he just..pulled me back and I fell and–” You hoisted yourself up via the help of Steve’s hands, suddenly feeling the affects of being knocked to the ground on your body. Bringing a hand to your face, you assessed the damage; a cut lip that was sure to be there for a while, and a nice cut across your cheek from when you landed. “How’d you find me? No one goes down this road… or so I thought, at least.” 

“I was heading to Robin’s to pick her up for work. This is a shortcut.” Steve said as he took a few steps towards his car and opened the door, leaning in to grab a brown paper napkin from the center console before jogging lightly back to you. “What about you? Heading to Eddie’s?” 

You gave him a small nod as you took the paper napkin and gently dabbed it to your face. The napkin spread with red nearly instantly. Steve’s head gestured to his car as he opened the driver’s door once again. 

“Get in, I’ll drive you.” 

You went to protest, now that you were vertical you could walk yourself the rest of the way, but was met with Steve’s glare. He reminded you of a parent. 

“No buts. You think I’m gonna leave you to keep walking alone with Jason running around? No. I’m not. Now get in.” 

Sighing and brushing off as much dirt as you could, you trudged your way over to the passenger side of the car. The car was warm on the inside, and suddenly you weren’t complaining about a free ride. Steve looked at you once more before starting up the BMW, he himself wincing. “You uh…your cheek is bleeding too.” 

⁂

As Steve pulled up to Eddie’s trailer, You could feel part of your face starting to swell up and throb, every bump that the car hit making you wince. Eddie wasn’t smoking out on his front porch like normal when he waited for you, and for a moment you suspected that was a good thing. You didn’t wanna know what his reaction was going to be to all this. As if speaking too soon, you saw the front door and screen swing open, averting your eyes as Eddie casually stepped out, the door shutting behind him with a bang.

“Harrington, you givin’ my girl rides now? Should I be jealous?” Eddie joked, shoving his hands in his pockets. Steve shot him a look as he walked around the car, opening the passenger door for you and letting you exit the vehicle. 

“Yeah, yeah, funny. It’s funny. You got any ice? And a towel?” Steve looked at you. “Couple of bandaids?” 

Eddie stopped and looked at him, not having seen your face yet. “Yeah, probably, why?” 

You took that as your cue to step out of the car and look halfheartedly up at your boyfriend, face a bit swollen and certainly scratched up a bit. It probably felt a lot worse than it looked, but seeing Eddie’s face drop from his classic smile to a dead serious look on your face made you wince again. 

“I had a fight with the ground.” You said, just loud enough that he could hear, a small smile on your face. – As if that was going to reassure him. Steve rolled his eyes. 

“Jason Carver found her.” 

Eddie was rushing up to you now as Steve shut the car door, hands on his hips again as he watched you two. Eddie put his hands on either side of your face gently, cupping it so he could get a better look at the damage. You tried your best to read his eyes, but something in them was blank, as if he himself didn’t know how to process this. 

“I’m fine.” You reassured him softly, putting your free hand up to his to gently stroke it. Your lip throbbed as he searched your face. Carefully he studied you, before you watched his big brown eyes go from blank to fury in a single blink. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” Eddie snarled, instantly dropping his hands from your face and storming over to the driver side of Steve’s car. Steve flailed as he scrambled to catch up, catching Eddie by the shoulder and peeling him off of the car’s door handle. 

“Hey, hey, hey, no. Ice and towel first, fix up your girlfriend, then we consider murder later, okay?” Steve said, jaw clenching at Eddie. You barely had time to register what was going on, dabbing at your lip again. Eddie looked around, as if anticipating Jason watching the three of you, before coming back around the car and taking your free hand in his- his other hand sliding to the small of your back and protectively pulling you closer to him. 

“Come on, babe.”

⁂

You were perched on Eddie’s bed, the blankets pushed up against the wall so you could lean up against it comfortably. You held a cloth bag filled with ice to your face, the cold somehow biting more than the rocks did when you fell. Eddie paced back and forth and Steve dug around a poorly put together first aid kit, watching Eddie pace. 

“Jesus, Munson. You’re gonna wear a hole in the floor.” Steve grumbled, going back to the first aid kit. 

“I’m gonna kill him. I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch. No one messes with my girl. No one.” Eddie’s voice fumed. It dripped with venom and hate and anger, practically hissing the words out. 

“Eds-” you interjected, trying to reach out for him as he paced back and forth across his room. He was clearly hurting, and while you were too, seeing him upset somehow hurt worse than whatever Jason Carver could do to you. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill him. No one touches my girl. He has issues with me? Fine. He needs to take it out on me.” You watched as he seethed harder before stopping, the trailer going silent as his footsteps stopped. He rubbed his face with both hands and let out a shuddery whisper. “I’m gonna kill him.” 

Steve sighed and made his way past Eddie and over to you, dabbing at the now dried blood on your face with a wet cloth. You winced, causing Eddie’s head to snap up and look at you out of instinct. He immediately sat down next to you on his bed, never taking his eyes off your face; You could practically feel them boring into your face. 

“Ow.” You mumbled softly, sliding your hand into Eddie’s, squeezing it reassuringly. Your cuts looked a lot worse than they felt now, you’d be more than okay. You turned to look at him, earning a protest from Steve who was still trying to clean the cut on your lip. “Really, Eds. I’ll be okay. Jason’s just a bully. All I got is a few extra…battle scars.” You smiled weakly, the festure pulling at the cut on your lip. It hurt to smile, as it turns out. Steve sighed and gave up on cleaning it, turning back to the first aid kit and digging back through the supplies.

“I should have been there to protect you.” Eddie said, softly, resting his head against yours. You sighed and put the ice down. 

“Then you’d be the one with the bloody lip and I’d be the one wanting to kill him.” 

“And I’d probably still be the one nursing you.” Steve piped up from the side. You breathed a small laugh from your nose and grinned at him– as best as you could. Eddie pushed some of your hair behind your ear, bringing his hand to trace along your jawline and the cut along your cheek with his thumb. You barely felt his hand along your skin with how little pressure he put. 

“It probably won’t scar,” Eddie’s voice was deep and rumbly with how close he was to you. You could sense the uncertainty in his voice, the way it seemed to hitch in his throat. “Not that you wouldn’t look hot with a scar.” 

You grinned, already feeling the swelling and stinging going down from your face. Was it probably due to the ice? Yes, but you liked to think it was Eddie making the pain go away. You glanced down at the ice bag in your hand, your head still in Eddie’s hand. 

“Maybe I should be the one going after Jason,” You sighed. “My parents are going to freak. I look like I tried out for the wrestling team.” You caught your reflection in the mirror against Eddie's wall and groaned. “And lost.” 

Eddie shook his head. “You still look beautiful.” 

Steve let out a snort as he walked over to you, sitting gently on the bed next to you. You were now sandwiched between the two boys. “You could probably take Jason down too, boy is basically a rail.” He dabbed at your cut with an ointment, pressing a bandaid down flat with his tongue between his teeth. You could feel Eddie’s hand squeeze your hand at the mention of Jason’s name. 

“Or I could beat his ass..” Eddie mumbled. You shook your head, cracking a small smile. 

“No beating anyone, I don’t need both of us broken and bloody.” You scooted closer to him, earning an eye roll from Steve as he started to pack up the first aid kit.

“There. Now, can you survive without me for now? Make sure Mr. Metalhead here doesn’t go on a revenge spree? I need to go pick up Robin, she’s gonna kill me for being late.” 

“Just say you were rescuing a damsel in distress, she’ll understand.” You said, giving him a warm smile. “But thank you for saving me. And doctoring me up.” Eddie nodded at your words, giving Steve a grateful look that you could only assume meant ‘thank you for saving my girlfriend’. Steve waved a hand and pushed the door to Eddie’s trailer open, leaving the two of you sitting in silence. You took it upon yourself to break it. 

“You know, if it makes you feel better, I can always report him to the cops.” You tried, looking at your boyfriend softly. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, curls bouncing vigorously. He stood up, almost tense and angry as he started pacing again. 

“In Hawkins? This place wouldn’t do shit against him. They protect assholes like him.” He thrust his arm out at the door Steve had just left through. “I should have been there,” He repeated. “What kind of boyfriend am I if I can’t protect my girlfriend?” Eddie’s voice cracked on the last word, emotion running through his voice thickly. You stood up, setting the ice bag down, and wrapped your arms around his middle, putting your head on his chest and squeezing him tightly. Eddie’s arm’s wrapped around you instantly, squeezing just as hard– as if letting you go would cause you to crumble away. 

“You can’t bubble wrap me, Eds. No one knew he was going to do what he did.” Your words were mumbled against his chest. His grip tightened on you, fingers splayed across your back. “What can I do to reassure you that I’m okay?” 

Eddie was silent for a moment, before pulling back from you and holding you at shoulder length. His face was pained as his eyes searched over your face, once again staring at the angry cuts on your lip and cheek. He opened his mouth to say something before closing it again. Reaching up to run your hand through his hair, you pulled him down a bit closer so you could rest your forehead against his. It seemed to calm Eddie down almost instantly, 

“You’re just wasting time thinking about him, babe.” You murmured. Eddie closed his eyes. 

“He ever lays a finger on you again, and I don’t give a shit if it means prison – I’ll kill him.” His voice was soft, even though his words were fierce. You sighed and nodded. 

“Going a bit far, but I get what you mean.” Extreme but sweet, you said to yourself. You never knew Eddie was this protective in the past. 

“I’d kiss you right now, but I think it’d hurt you too much.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie munson x female reader #Joseph quinn #Stranger things

[plethomacademia]

I have so many questions for Maeve lmao

What is your Tav’s favorite place to have sex?

What about quickies?

Is there a companion they would sleep with but not want to date and why?

How experienced is your Tav?

Double penetration?

Least likely person they’d ever consider themselves sleeping with.

Omg yay tyyyy, answering these. (I saw you shared it as welllll)

Jumping because long.

What is your Tav’s favorite place to have sex?

Anywhere that's not a bed I think? I don't think she's picky beyond that. There's something soft about a bed, something comforting, and I think that paired with her deep memories how how she used her Chosen's bed, it takes a lot for someone to get her into one.

Otherwise, desk, door, table, floor, alley. Loves sneaking off in public. Loves the potential of getting caught, especially if the other person is worried about it. Like I think she would love to mess with Halsin with other people just around the corner because it would fluster him at least a little (I don't think Astarion would care).

What about quickies?

Yes but honestly, she's more a hands stuff quickie. But if she can just poke and prod at someone until they lose it and just have to have her, she has won.

Is there a companion they would sleep with but not want to date and why?

Most of the party LOL. I think she would love revving up Gale. Actually, this would be a lot of fun if I thought it could happen. Gale loves to imagine possibilities, right? Maeve would to list several in detail. She does sleep with Lae'zel but drops that mostly because it gets really aggressive and she is worried about having an Alfira moment. I don't think it's not dating as much as "this will end poorly for one of us."

She wants to do absolutely awful things to Shadowheart, but she caught some feelings really quick and ran from them.

How experienced is your Tav?

Oh nooooo. I think I might be finally writing how most of her experience went :| Pre-tadpole, she was the offering. Touch a piece of Bhaal, taste a piece of Bhaal, whatever you need from her until you get your ecstasy and then we have you hooked into the cult. She was like an emotional support blanket. Other than a few unfortunate people she pulled into her orbit while traveling, that's like all her sexual experience outside of the Chosen of the Dead Three and they are a whole other thing.

I do think this is why she uses a lot of words during sex. One, she's the words person, but two, most of her sex was like a play she was directing. Even if she's not doing anything, she is deciding what happens. That has definitely stuck with the elf pile.

Double penetration?

I might write this one LMAO. I don't think it happens pre-tadpole because canonically, Gortash is the first penis haver that she gives oral to (I do plan to write this). But I do think I have a story in me about her being a literal buffer between Astarion and Halsin. I also kind of want to do a whole set of these because I am obsessed with how they get Astarion comfortable with the situation and also I want Maeve and Halsin to both take turns on Astarion. I am not convinced this set of stories is for anyone but me.

Least likely person they’d ever consider themselves sleeping with.

Well it was Ketheric but Queen Maeve era is beginning and now she's into it.

I think it's Wyll. He is hot, she appreciates that he is hot, but I think she clocks very quickly that he is not going to respond to her type of aggressiveness, at least not outside something way more committed than she is willing to give.

[truessences]

Listen lol, I feel like y'all being like Will would be Eddie's favorite and that he would have postponed The Cult of Vecna for Will are mistaken lol. We see Dustin and Eddie have a close relationship in the show and he wasn't willing to postpone it for him. I actually see a lot of similarities between Mike and Eddie (can get into that another time but it's not this big thing or big shock personally). Still mad we didn't see them interact as much or see Mike learn that he died. Just because y'all view Will as this previous baby, doesn't mean that Eddie would favor him. BESIDES, his speech in the cafeteria after Dustin and Mike ask is exactly why he wouldn't have postponed period.

Here's what would have happened roughly...

Mike, Dustin and Will watch Lucas walk away after pleading his case to them about coming to the game.

Will: So what do we do?

Mike: Will, you see Eddie on your way to art class right?

Will: Y-yeah... sometimes if he's on time.

Dustin: Oh yeah! It's still early, he might be willing to postpone.

Mike: *nods* Exactly. He didn't go to the pep rally, so he probably doesn't even know about the game. So if we ask before he finds out, we might have a chance. Will try to ask him before class, he might be open to the idea. Let us know before lunch what he says.

They disperse and Will is trembling. Eddie is intense. He's cool and awesome but intense. He gets to art class early and hovers in the hallway, waiting to see if Eddie is going to be on time today. He spots Eddie and waves sheepishly at him. Eddie grins seeing Will.

Eddie: Byers! Are you ready for tonight? I can't wait to see what Will the Wise does against Vecna.

Will: *shuffles* Yeah, about that...

Eddie: *smile fades, stares* What's going on Byers?

Will: Well, do you think we could delay the campaign? You see L- *He cuts off seeing how Eddie is looking at him*

Eddie: *After a moment, he breaks into a smile and laughs* Nice one Byers. See you at lunch.

LATER BEFORE LUNCH. Will catches up with Mike and Dustin who ask him what happened. Will tells him that he didn't get to give the reason why.

Mike: Shit... well, we'll ask him at lunch. *he and Dustin do paper/rock/scissors to see who asks and Dustin loses* Right, so maybe he's in a good mood and willing to at least listen.

INSIDE THE CAFETERIA. They see Eddie doing his monologue about the dungeons and dragons magazine and they all freeze.

Dustin: Shit... he seems revved up today.

Mike: He's always revved up... but we got this. We'll just... act casual.

The three walk over together as and it happens as it happened in the show. He does his monologue and when he sits back down prompting Dustin to ask, with Mike supplying "postpone". The other boys react the same way.

Eddie: SHUT UP! *cuts his eyes to Will* Is that what you were getting at earlier Byers?

Will: Uh... y-yeah?

And it happens the same way as it did in the show. Except since I don't know the rules of DnD so I don't know if he'll still demand they find a sub since they have Will and technically have 6 players. But he'd still do his lost sheep speech.

Will being there would not have changed anything except maybe not needing Erica. I like Will but I don't think his presence would have made Eddie do anything.

#stranger things 4 #Mike Wheeler #Dustin Henderson #Eddie Munson #Lucas Sinclair #Will Byers #DnD #nothing would have changed lol

[pajama-nerd]

So, my friends and I are playing an irregularly scheduled, episodic campaign of Fallout. Which is a setting designed to hurt your feelings.

I knew this. This is not a complaint post. I love this campaign so much, shoutout to my DM, who has an account but is like... never on here, lol.

Anyway, the cast:

Scarlett: a sociopathic Vault Dweller who experiments on people and animals to try to mutate them into something interesting and also bring back spiders for some reason. Also a sniper.

Roy: A Mr. Handy Medic bot. Two eyes, three limbs, one of which is a boxing glove. Played by my boyfriend.

Rev: a former Brotherhood of Steel member who is traumatized by the things he witnessed and took part in.

Bam: our Eight-Foot-Tall Supermutant, wielding a piece of a billboard as a weapon and wearing a pink apron with applique daisies on it. She is clearly the heart of the team, and also (technically) a DMPC. (Our DM is an experienced RPGer who knows how to handle his shit, and Bam is not a main character. We do love her tho. Hard not to)

And Alexis: my character. A survivor. I designed her to be the charismatic face of the group, and by that metric, it was decided that Alexis was the one who found everyone and brought them into the settlement, which Alexis had named Hopestead. She affects a southern drawl and a 'butter-wouldn't-melt' persona that's pretty effective in a lot of situations. She is not actually from Appalachia. Her name is not actually Alexis.

And now for our NPCs! Because we needed some of those:

Elizabeth Owens: Officially the Mayor, although the others made it a running gag that for anything really serious, everyone goes to Alexis. It's just that Alexis desperately hates paperwork. Still, Mayor Owens cares about her community and was the second person that Alexis collected on her way to building Hopestead.

Robert: Our Brain in a Jar Bartender with a Porky Pig affectation (we know it's an affectation because it disappears in serious situations). As far as we've uncovered, he used to be a part of the Enclave and (somehow) ended up as a brain in a jar 'as a last resort' (whatever the hell that means, DM!)

Wilbur: Rev's Supermutant assistant. Super unsure of himself. Recently kidnapped, and on our immediate to-do list to rescue. (Not super relevant to the story, but not...not relevant.)

Adam: a member of the cult of Atom who proselytizes on the street opposite--

Martha: a member of the Mothman cult.

They could not more obviously be in love and using their soap box hours to make eyes at each other. It's adorable. They're not in this story, but I couldn't not tell you about them.

Damian Wayne: Exactly who it sounds like. We took Batman's hardass ten-year-old son and made him our Quartermaster. He is delightfully ready to gut whoever he's talking to. We adore him.

So the context, then:

In the first adventure, someone was trying to wirelessly transfer our consciousness into synthetic bodies to live in a perfect replica of Hopestead in a Vault nearby. He had also sabotaged our GECK. We stopped him, which ended with the termination of every synth in town, which was horrifying, because some of those transfers had completed. Very sad. But we swapped our GECK with the one in the Vault, so yay. Clean water. Crops. woot.

Then we used our sabotaged GECK to blow up a nearby Brotherhood of Steel outpost because everyone in the settlement is constantly worried that they'll catch wind of our peaceful settlement and come in and wreck our shit. (And then it turned out they were part of the less xenophobic branch and I felt real bad, y'all, but consequences is the name of the game. (Actually, the name of the game is...Fallout RPG. I'll stop))

THEN a few months passed, and we got more people in town. Yay! But then we noticed that some of our citizens were going missing, and that it was all the ghouls and supermutants and some of the synths (but not Bob or Roy). Our settlement is very inclusive. Alexis was not down for any type of segregation. So we investigated and found that some of the people who flocked to Hopestead were spies for The Top of the World, and that they'd kidnapped all our ghouls, and all our Supermutants.

Including Bam.

And obviously, this was not to be borne, so we mounted up and sallied forth, and Alexis talked them in and then they split up, and Roy and Alexis went after Bam, and Scarlett went to go blow shit up (Damian had given us a nuclear grenade. Where did he get a nuclear grenade? Don't ask questions). Rev was unfortunately not with us, because his player went on a cruise with his family.

Anyway, it turned out that the Raiders had been traded a bunch of munitions for the ghouls and supermutants, including several nuclear armaments, so Scarlett set a mine and moved on.

We found Bam. We beat some ass. We fucked off. And then the bombs went off, and took out the whole tower, which fell on the arena and killed a mess of folks.

Also we received a message from the Enclave via some...floating radios (I admit I am not as well versed in Fallout terminology as I would like to be. I've yet to sit down and actually play through the series). But basically, 'The President' called us out for being a nuisance and told us to stand down and submit ourselves to Enclave rule or be destroyed.

After knocking down the killer radios, we were able to fashion ourselves a radio tower, and Alexis responded to this ultimatum by basically saying, 'stay out of our way or you're next, kay?'

They were not pleased with this, as you might imagine.

So, while the main cast was at an amusement park, celebrating Bam's birthday, the Enclave unleashed 2 Scorchbeasts on Hopestead.

...

Which sucked.

But anyway, one day I was craving some emotional devastation, so I asked our DM if I could write up the aftermath, and he said, 'sure, why not?'

So I asked him who died in the attack.

Apparently none of the established NPCs perished in the initial onslaught, so yay, but that's not the only way a Scorchbeast can get you, so then he told me who caught the Scorched Plague.

SO ANYWAY, I WROTE THAT.

If you don't want to hurt inside, don't read this.

Seriously:

Trigger Warnings: Eye Trauma, Death, Gore, Semi-Graphic Depiction of Death by Shotgun, Assisted Suicide, Blood, Descriptions of the Scorched Plague Victims' Conditions, Burning Bodies, Suffering, War Crimes (Probably)

The ending is only vaguely hopeful

Otherwise, off you go:

Three Deaths

The moments immediately following the fight are chaos.

Alexis, half-blind from staring one-eyed down a scope as the Fat-Boy went off, leans against a rock, hissing and cursing as tears spill into the palm cupped over her blinded eye. She hears scurried footsteps approach and doesn’t even look up as Rev’s heavy hand grabs her shoulder.

“I’m fine, go!” she snaps, accent slipping as pain and worry cloud her mind.

There’s a moment’s pause before Rev’s hand leaves her shoulder and his footsteps carry him away.

Alexis tries to breathe. Tries not to see the cloud of Scorch Spores drifting down from the mutated bat-dragon onto her town. Tries to take solace in the fact that there’s no wind; in the knowledge that the spores will drop on the settlement and not much further beyond its borders.

It doesn’t help much.

Who’s dead? Is a thought that rings loudly inside her head, above even her own pain. Who’s infected? Is a thought she tries to block out, and failing, her stomach churns.

Minutes later, she manages to lift her head and squint one eye towards Hopestead.

Rev paces a couple hundred yards away from the South Fence, anxiously waiting for Roy or Scarlett or someone to bring him a hazmat suit so he can help his community.

Alexis ducks her head again and spits a curse at the ground before slowly, painfully, making her way in the direction of Hopestead.

She gets to where Rev has given up pacing – where he is standing, shoulders moving visibly with each heavy breath – and leans on the gun she’d been given to fight with.

The cloud is still visible in the air, mostly concentrated over the central cul de sac that they’d designated the ‘Town Square’. It’s difficult to see through the gaps in the houses. They only have the one avenue of sight down the main street. Even from a hundred yards away, they can hear crying and screaming, and they stand there in silence, hearts thundering.

After an interminable number of moments, Rev turns to look at Alexis, zeroing in on her closed right eye and rolling his own in irritation.

“...Are you fucking blind, right now?”

“Just the one eye, Rev, calm down. Nuke Flash,” Alexis drawls. Rev sighs, but reaches into his pack and grabs a length of bandage.

“Sit down,” he orders gruffly, and at first, Alexis shrugs off his command, only to find herself roughly sat on a nearby boulder. Her hat is plucked from her head despite her protest, and she glares up at Rev with her good eye, an act that he takes advantage of to start wrapping a bandage around her bad eye.

Alexis suffers the attention with gritted teeth, but looks up into Rev’s own clenched jaw and says nothing.

Neither of them do well with inaction. They can do nothing for their little village, and it is tearing them both apart.

She sits and she suffers, and she hopes that it does something to ease the pain of her friend.

It is an agonizing eternity before Scarlett marches out of the cloud, making her way over to them. She waves them back, and they go, waiting impatiently as she sets out two hazmat suits. She treats them to a brief blast with the flame thrower each, flipping them over to give the backside an equally brief burst.

With a thumbs up to both of them, she turns and runs back into the town as they hurry over to the suits.

**

“We’ll need to burn the dead,” Scarlett says, and Alexis sighs as quietly as possible inside her hazmat helmet.

“Carefully. Bam and her new friends will have to do all the work to that end, bein’ that they’re immune to the plague,” Alexis says, arms folded over her chest in her suit as she looks away. “Speakin’ a which...”

“Roy’s w-w-way ahead of you on that one, Boss,” Bob interrupts gently. She nods. “So far, only a c-c-couple of people reported in to the infirmary with symptoms, b-b-but now that w-we’ve got most of the spores burned off, Roy’s goin’ door to door, making sure no one who’s g-g-got it is hiding,” he says. She nods again.

The silence descends and oppresses. No one says anything. They barely move, the slip of hazmat material a sharp hiss that cuts awkwardly.

“Well...” Alexis starts, and then clears her throat. “I’m gonna head that way,” she says. Her swallow is convulsive and pushes bile back into her stomach. “Rev can’t bandage worth a shit, so I gotta see Roy about this eye, anyway,” she aims for a joke and falls short, but Rev still huffs.

“Fuck you,” he spits half-heartedly. Her smile is just as weak.

“Scarlett, take whoever can fit a hazmat and do a burn around the perimeter. Anythin’ looks infected, kill it,” Alexis orders, and Scarlett nods, leaving without a word. “Rev, see what you can do about our fortifications. I know you’re down an assistant, but maybe one of Bam’s new friends’ll be willin’ to help you out,” she said.

“I’ll ask,” Rev says, before leaving.

Alone aside from Bob, Alexis takes a moment to just breathe. She stares down at the hardwood table that she’d eaten at with so many members of Hopestead, and touches the top of it, broken inside at the thought of how many people will never sit at this table again. She swallows hard and blinks to compose herself, as a subtle whirring draws nearer. A cold, metal appendage settles over her hand on the table.

“You don’t gotta do this, Boss,” Bob says, and she takes a deep breath, looking at Bob through one tearful eye.

“You gain a lot of responsibilities when you put a family together, Robert,” she tells him. Then she takes another breath, blinks back the tears, and sighs. “And this is one of them.”

She puts her arm on his shoulder servo as she passes on her way out of the bar.

**

The clinic is crowded when she arrives, but not as disorderly as expected, and she stares at the two hallways that branch off the main lobby, both a low buzz of sobbing and chatter. She straightens her spine as she prepares to see to the final moments of people that she knows intimately, only to jolt in shock at the sight of Elizabeth, who parts a screen and then folds it back into place before hurrying down the hall.

She pulls up short at the sight of Alexis in her hazmat gear and one bandaged eye, and for a moment, the two of them are frozen in place.

Alexis is staring at Elizabeth’s bare forearms, where the skin was already a blotchy gray that stretched up under the folded sleeves of her blouse, and down to parts of her fingers. There are other darkening splotches visible at the collar of Elizabeth’s shirt, and when she looks into Elizabeth’s face, Alexis can’t help the look of betrayal she feels forming on her own.

Elizabeth sighs, looks down, and then straightens.

She’s the mayor, and her town is in crisis.

“We’ve got sixteen infected so far. I’ve quarantined them as best I can, but even if we manage to contain the spread from person to person, you’re probably going to have to burn down this building,” she reports in a strained voice, and Alexis can’t speak; can’t move; can’t do anything but stare at the woman who helped her build Hopestead from the ground up – one of the two people that Alexis had known the longest out of everyone. “I’ve had everyone who came in with symptoms shower in the decontamination chambers, but I don’t know that that does anything. I’m just glad those pipes don’t feed into the main water lines.”

After saying all of this, Elizabeth looks at Alexis, chin up, lips pressed into a thin, tight line to keep them from trembling.

“The onset is fast. Everyone here is in steadily worsening pain, but I’ve given them the minimum dose of painkillers according to some notes that Roy made. Some people aren’t handling it as well as the others; I’ve already euthanized John Peters and Gretchen Turner. We don’t have much time. According to rumor and hearsay, this takes days to kill you but it damn near drives you crazy from the pain first. I was hoping Roy would be back by now with the rest,” she says, before stopping. She puts her hands on her hips and blows out a slow, uneasy breath while looking away.

Alexis moves then, taking a single step towards Elizabeth, who immediately takes a step away, putting up her blackening hands and shaking her head.

“Don’t,” she says, and Alexis chokes out a sob.

“What do you mean, ‘don’’?” she demands.

“I mean don’t, Alexis,” Elizabeth snaps, before cutting herself off. She puts a hand to her mouth and looks down one of the hallways, but everyone else is too preoccupied with their impending demise to worry about their equally doomed mayor raising her voice. She looked back at Alexis, shoulders dropping. “The one thing I know for sure about Scorch is that it’s hideously contagious. One scratch, one microscopic spore on a split lip or a papercut… A sneeze could...”

She trails off and shakes her head.

“I’m sorry,” she says, and Alexis flinches, her trembling lips pulling back from her gritted teeth. “We saw them coming and I tried to get everyone to shelter, but I couldn’t...” She stops and shakes her head again. “I’m sorry.”

Alexis looks away, but not for long. Time has never been her friend – there has always been so much to do and never enough time to do it in – but it is her enemy now, and she has to fight for every second.

“How long?”

“It’s manageable right now. Mostly, I ache, and I feel as though I’ve gotten a mild steam burn over most of my body. I probably have a few hours before it becomes difficult to think, at which point...” Elizabeth says.

She trails off with a defeated shrug and Alexis nods.

“I...”

What?

I’ll fix this? That’s not true, this is beyond her power and they both know it.

I’m sorry? What good would that do?

I’m here for you?

I’ll stay with you?

I love you?

“I’ll do it,” she says, and her voice breaks as her heart does.

Elizabeth stares at her, eyes red and starting to gather moisture.

And then the door opens behind Alexis.

She moves to the side, clearing the space for whoever it is, and is momentarily buoyed by the sight of Roy’s orbicular form. She hears Elizabeth’s sobbed, ‘oh my god,’ half a second before she registers that Roy is herding a scared, huddled, six-year-old Alice McGregor, whose hands are black past the wrist, already cracking at the fingers to reveal red, weeping sores.

She looks up at Alexis and Elizabeth with tear-stained, black-smeared cheeks and gives a little sob.

“My han’s huwt,” she whimpers.

Alexis’ hands tremble, and inside, despair turns to rage.

She watches Elizabeth scoop Alice up in her arms, watches them walk away, and looks at Roy.

“Where are her parents?” she asks.

“It appears they were killed in the attack. When I found her, she was trying to shake them awake,” Roy reports, and Alexis turns away, raising a hand reflexively to her mouth and stopping just short of bumping her helmet.

Her hand clenches into a fist and lowers to her side, shaking.

“I’m going to kill every last fucking one of them,” she tells him. Her voice is low, and carries no trace of Appalachia in it as she stares into the middle-distance, imagining her vengeance.

Roy observes her for a moment and then hums.

“I will help you,” he says, before floating down the hall after Elizabeth. “But first I must see to my patients.”

**

Damian’s hands shake as he finishes the note, and he clenches them into fists, staring at the jerky last few letters. He considers re-writing it, and then shakes his head, grabbing the letter and the note and shoving them into an envelope. He seals it, writes the robot’s name on the front, grabs his shotgun, and slips out the back.

Outside, everyone is busy with cleanup, too preoccupied to notice Damian as he slinks through a few backyards and then scoots across an empty stretch of street to the house he rarely sets foot in. It’s one of the smaller ones, barely more than a trailer, really, but it’s entirely his.

He runs a lighter over the doorknob after he’s touched it and does the same with the inside knob after he’s closed the door.

Inside, he looks around, hands clenching on the shotgun.

This is the only house he’s ever lived in.

His entire life before Hopestead had been lived on the run, first with his parents, and then by himself. He’d been a self-sufficient survivor before Alexis found him and tried to convince him that he could belong here.

He’d known even as he had accepted her offer of ‘giving it a trial run’ that he’d never belong in Hopestead. He’d also known that without him, it would probably fall to pieces, and they’d all die. Alexis had been nice to him, and that had been most of the problem, in his eyes. It had taken him weeks to see the hard edge under Alexis’ drawl.

He wears violence on his sleeve like a badge.

Alexis hides hers under a smile and an extended hand.

These are both means to the same end:

Protecting Hopestead.

Protecting Hope itself.

He respects her. He respects the others, too.

He’s learned things from Rev, even though the man never knew he was a teacher.

He’s appreciative of Scarlett’s dispassionate disregard for the notions of morality, because in the wasteland, there’s no time for second-guessing, and no time for regrets.

He loves Bam like a sister.

He wishes he’d died in the attack. That would have been preferable.

But it isn’t how it is, and so now he’s going to see to it that he doesn’t become an infection vector for the town he’s sworn to protect.

He swallows the lump in his throat and goes to his bedroom.

He slaps a biohazard sticker on the door before closing it.

He draws the blinds and closes the curtains and then gets to work.

It’s easy to set up the shotgun, and he tests his trigger assist before loading it.

He doesn’t say anything throughout this process.

What would be the point?

Finally, he stands in front of his loaded, mounted shotgun.

He wipes his face. They aren’t going to find tears on his body.

His hands still shake as they pull the string around the trigger. His eyes squeeze themselves shut, and a choked off whimper of fear is heard by no one under a sudden, final blast of noise.

The obliteration of his chest cavity is swift and violent.

He feels nothing.

**

Alexis hovers at the entrance of the small, partitioned space as Elizabeth comforts Alice, who sniffles occasionally, bandaged hands curled into her chest. Despite Roy’s protests, once Alice is showered off and in an oversized scrub shirt, Alexis removes her helmet. She wants to keep Alice as calm as possible, and she knows the helmet is scary. She also knows that she is going to see a child die in front of her, and that there is nothing she can do about that except to limit the distress Alice feels in the meantime.

“Mayor,” Roy starts, and Elizabeth gives a groan.

“I think that’s about done, don’t you, Roy?” she says. Roy hesitates.

“Miss Owens,” he says again. “If you could hold her arm, I can administer the shot.”

Alice whines in protest, and Alexis can’t stand it any longer.

“Hey, now,” she says, stepping into the room and ignoring the way Elizabeth freezes. She sits on the bed and puts a gloved hand on Alice’s head, giving her as big a smile as she can manage. “What’s with the frowny face?”

“Don’ wike sho’s,” Alice whines. Alexis gives a sympathetic whine in return before sighing.

“Don’ I know it. Painful. Scary,” she says with a nod. “But you know what? Doc’s gonna give you somethin’ to take the pain away from your hands,” she says, still nodding slightly. “It’s gonna make you a little sleepy,” she stops to take a breath before smiling again, briefly. “And then it won’ hurt no more. Doesn’ that sound better?” she asks.

Alice sniffles, but nods, and Alexis nods too.

“Good,” she says, running her hand over Alice’s head and hiding her alarm at the way several locks of hair pulled away in her hand. “And if you’re a good girl, I’ll get Roy to bust out his lollipop supply, and you can have as many as you want,” she tells the child, whose eyes light up a little at the mention of Roy’s secret trove of (sugar free) treats.

“Reawwy?” she asks, and Alexis nods.

“Really. Hold out your arm, sweetie, it’ll only sting for a second, I promise,” she says, gently taking the child’s hand. Elizabeth supports the little girl’s elbow, and the two of them exchange looks of quiet devastation as Roy quickly and efficiently delivers death to his patient.

Once the shot is administered, his metal appendage finds Alexis’ shoulder and pulls her away with undeniable strength.

“I’ll be back with lollipops, I just need to speak with Alexis for a moment,” he says, before shutting the curtain behind them and pushing Alexis down the hall. On the way, he snags her helmet.

“That was reckless, and as a medical professional, I do not approve,” he says, using one appendage to efficiently brush away any of Alice’s hair that stuck to Alexis’ glove and then sterilize the glove with a spray, before pushing the helmet into her chest. It forces her back a step, and her hands come up automatically to take it from him. “You are not infected. Congratulations. Put the helmet on and do not remove it until I – your medical authority – authorize it,” he says, before floating back down the hall, already producing several lollipops.

**

It doesn’t take long for Alice to succumb, and Alexis closes her eye as Roy carries her little body, wrapped in a sheet, away to the pyre being tended to outside.

There’s quiet for several minutes before Elizabeth’s breath hitches, and Alexis looks at her.

Her brow furrows for a few extended moments, and her blackened fingers curl as she fights the urge to scratch an unending itch. After a moment, she settles, but does not relax.

“I’m sorry,” Alexis says, and Elizabeth blinks at her lack of an accent. Alexis stands from where she’d been hovering and moves to the foot of the bed, setting her hands on the footrest to stop herself from reaching out. “I’m sorry.”

Elizabeth doesn’t react for a moment, and then just tilts her head.

“For what?”

“Bringing you here,” Alexis says, ducking her head and giving it a shake. “Hopestead was a mis—”

“Shut up,” Elizabeth snaps, and Alexis’ head jerks up. “Just shut the fuck up. Whatever you were thinking of saying, whatever pity party you were about to throw for yourself, you can just can it,” she adds, before hissing in a breath and looking at the curtain partition separating her from the others. She lowers her voice, and stares hard at Alexis. “Hopestead is the best thing that has ever happened to any of us,” she insists. “You took 100 lonely, wandering souls and turned us into a community – a family – and you don’t get to regret this now just because some asshole is so scared of our happiness that he tried to take it away from us. Tried, Alexis. Tried and failed.”

“Failed?” Alexis asks, looking around and gesturing helplessly with one hand.

“Yes,” Elizabeth snaps. “As long as Hopestead endures, they will have failed.”

“Liz,” Alexis starts, shaking her head. Her one visible eye closes and when it opens again, it is filled with tears. Elizabeth sighs at the sight of them.

“I know.” She folds her arms and shrugs. “People are dying today, and it’s not fair. But we would all have been dead a long time ago if we hadn’t come together and built this,” she says. She leans forward to impress upon Alexis the importance of her words. “We built this. And we built it to last. And you are going to see that it does, because you started it, so you’re going to finish it,” she says.

Alexis shakes her head but doesn’t argue, and they lapse into silence.

“I want...” Alexis starts after a while, clearing her throat when the tears choke her. “I want to hold you,” she says.

“You can’t.”

“I know.”

“I’m going to help Roy see to the others,” Elizabeth says after a while. “And then you’re going to tell me why you suddenly don’t have an accent,” she adds.

She leaves, and Alexis sits down on the bed.

It doesn’t take very long at all.

Most of the citizens of Hopestead, once they are given the facts, take a quick and relatively painless death over slow, torturous transformation into something they can barely understand. Some want to take their chances, and Elizabeth orders Roy to render them unconscious before administering the shot herself.

Before very much time has passed at all, Alexis looks up to find Elizabeth standing at the entrance of the partitioned space, emotionally drained, physically exhausted from fighting through the pain. Alexis moves to a bedside chair so she can lay down, and then looks up at Roy as he floats through the curtain, holding a needle.

“Roy,” Alexis says, and he pauses. “I’ll do this one,” she says. He looks between her and Elizabeth and lays the needle down on the sterile instrument tray.

“I need to make another sweep of the town, to ensure there are no more infected,” he says, turning to float away before stopping and turning back to Alexis. “Do not remove your helmet,” he orders, and she nods.

“Yes, Roy,” she says. He stares at her for a moment, and then leaves.

Alexis stares at the needle, and Elizabeth stares at the ceiling.

“Are you really from Huntsville?”

“Vegas.”

“Your parents?”

“Never knew Dad. Mom was a showgirl at the Ultra-Luxe. Pretty successful, but miserable all the time. OD’d on pills when I was twelve. They decided I needed to be trained to take her place. I didn’t want that, so I ran.”

“That...sucks.”

“It did, at that.”

“The stories?”

“True aside from locations,” Alexis says, finally looking away from the needle to turn her eye to the ceiling.

“I knew you had secrets,” Elizabeth says, and then doesn’t say anything else, occasionally wincing or moving restlessly in a futile effort to ease her own discomfort.

“I’m sorry I lied, but I didn’t want that life following me around. I did...Liz, I did horrible things to survive,” Alexis says, but cuts herself off at Elizabeth’s laugh.

“What, you think I’m some kind of saint?” she asks, and then frowns.

“You never left anyone to die,” Alexis says. Elizabeth closes her eyes.

“Al, I just killed...fourteen of my closest friends and neighbors, including my God-Daughter,” she says, turning her head to meet Alexis’ good eye. “Your secrets don’t define you. I know who you are.”

“Fuckin hell, Liz.” Alexis hangs her head and shakes it.

“It’s...well. It’s not okay. But it needs to be done,” Elizabeth said.

Alexis nods, rocks, nods again, but says nothing, reaching over with shaking hands to grab the needle.

She is hyperventilating as she slips the needle into Elizabeth’s vein and depresses the plunger.

The moment it’s done, she throws the needle away, pulling the chair closer and desperately clinging to Elizabeth’s hand as tears stream down her cheeks. Elizabeth’s other hand cups the glass around her face and she holds it there.

“My name’s Zoe,” she says between sobs.

Elizabeth, eyelids drooping slowly, smiles.

“That’s who you used to be. The you that ran. It’s not who you are now,” she says.

“Yeah? Who’s that?” Alexis asks. Elizabeth closes her eyes.

“You brought us all together. You don’t run...”

She trails off and does not speak again. Alexis whimpers as the hand she’s clutching relaxes and the hand cupping her helmet goes limp. She presses that hand to the glass with her own and breaks in the silence of the clinic, sobbing and burying her face in Elizabeth’s chest.

**

It’s Roy who finds Damian.

Picking up where he left off and finishing his sweep of the neighborhood, he realizes that on his internal registry of citizens of Hopestead that he has been steadily checking off in his first sweep, he has not encountered Damian at any point. He floats to the Supply Depot, where Damian spends most of his time, and scans the area. The exterior will need to be treated with anti-fungal agents to prevent the spores taking root, but he doesn’t have much on him at the moment, and so he treats the door handle only before entering.

Inside is mostly untouched by Scorch, although Roy’s sensors pick up a low concentration making a trail to the main desk, which has small traces of fungus in a few places.

Also on the desk is an envelope, bearing spore laden fingerprints belonging to Damian.

On the front, in small, neat, disciplined script, is written, ‘Roy’.

He opens the envelope, already floating away from the desk as he inspects the contents.

He has three hands and two eyes. He can multitask.

Inside is a short note, and a larger packet of three folded-together pieces of paper.

The note reads:

        Roy. You’re the only one who can and will properly

disinfect these papers. Make sure you do that

before you give the letter to Alexis. Then come to

my house. Alone. There’s going to be a lot of blood.

The note is not signed, but as Roy reads it, he can see the slip of ink as Damian’s hand grew unsteady. Perhaps it was from the pain growing in his small body, but it’s just as likely that despite his fierce demeanor, he was still a ten-year-old boy who has realized he will never reach eleven.

Roy changes direction from the bar (Damian’s second most likely location) as he disinfects each page of the letter carefully, front and back, before tucking them into his storage cavity. Despite Damian’s wishes, Alexis is currently occupied with the grief of little Alice McGregor’s death and the current passing of her friend and (apparently) lover. He will give the letter to her later. Damian would understand.

He finds Damian slumped against the wall of his bedroom where the shotgun blast had thrown him. There is blood and gore everywhere, and Roy is careful not to touch very much of that as he gathers a few supplies.

He packs the chest cavity with towels to soak up the majority of what remains of Damian’s lifeblood before carefully wrapping his body in a thick blanket. He does this quietly and efficiently and then takes an uncharacteristic moment of silence to consider the small man in a child’s body. He knows that Damian is dead and cannot hear him, but he considers his experiences with the boy and composes a sentiment that he thinks Damian would have liked to hear before his untimely end.

“This was undoubtedly a difficult execution of a simple and practical solution. Doing this has certainly saved many more lives. I commend your bravery and regret it’s necessity.”

Silence meets his words, as he expected, and he simply hovers there for a moment before gathering the small, shrouded body, and floating away out of the house.

**

Bam and Scarlett are the ones manning the pyre when the Clinic doors open and Alexis carries out the body of Elizabeth Owens, mayor of Hopestead. Bam makes a noise like a wounded rhino and takes a few steps forward, but can’t quite bring herself to do anything more than impotently reach for someone who’d been her friend nearly as long as Alexis had.

Alexis looks up at her with one bandaged and one red, cried out eye, and then walks past her to the pyre.

When she steps up to it is when Bam snaps out of her stupor, stopping her from getting too close to the fire and gently lifting Elizabeth out of her arms.

Bam sets her near the top, ignoring the way the fire licks at her arms as she makes sure that her friend has the best spot on the funeral pyre.

The other Supermutants have taken the responsibility of making sure the fire doesn’t spread to nearby structures, spraying water from a hose on the outskirts of the fire.

Once Bam has settled Elizabeth, and Scarlett has bullied her with the fire extinguisher, Bam goes to Alexis, stooping down to give her the gentlest hug that she can manage while her arms still have fire retardant foam on them.

Alexis puts her arms around Bam and stares over her shoulder at Elizabeth’s corpse as it catches fire.

There’s nothing but the heat and the sound and the smell for several long minutes before the sound of Roy’s hover motor draws their attention.

There’s no reaction to the sight of Roy carrying a corpse shrouded in blankets, just a sense of weariness that settles over everyone. Roy, unable to set the body directly on the pyre, sets it at Bam’s feet, and the Supermutant frowns, reaching down to pull back one corner of the blanket.

“Bam, I don’t think that’s—” is as far as Roy is able to get before Bam roars in protest at the sight of Damian’s blank, sightless eyes. The Supermutant picks up the little body and holds it close to her, wailing in protest as fat tears roll down her cheeks.

Alexis turns her head, closes her eye and sighs, but has no more tears to give.

Scarlett stares at Damian, frowning.

Roy waits, and lets his friend grieve loudly for several minutes before setting an appendage on her shoulder.

“I am sorry, Bam.”

“He-he…He was muh…my friend,” Bam sobs, lower lip trembling as she looked up at Roy.

“I know. But he did a brave thing. And now it’s time for you to do a brave thing,” he says. She whines, ducking her forehead into Damian’s little concave chest before standing and reluctantly turning to the fire.

They all huddle around Bam after, as she cries, and watches Damian’s blankets melt around him.

**

It’s nighttime before Alexis has judged the fire to have burned down enough that they can leave it with Bam’s new friends.

“I don’t know about y’all,” she rasps, not bothering to clear her throat. “But I could use a drink.”

“Alcohol will only dehydrate you further. May I suggest waters all around?” Roy says as Bam lurches to her feet and shuffles in the direction of Bob’s bar. “May I also suggest that before there are drinks, there are decontamination showers?” he suggests in a slightly firmer tone.

Thirty minutes later, they sit, hair wet, hazmat suits cleaned, around a table in Bob’s bar, drinking water in sullen silence. Roy has fitted Alexis with an eye patch.

“Hard Day,” Scarlett says, and though her eyes are dry, she frowns.

“And it started off so well,” Alexis quipped without much feeling. “Bam won an eating contest, got that...mascot suit…” She trails off and then looks at Bam. “Hey,” she says, and Bam slowly lifts her head. “Where’s your mascot suit?”

“Got dirty; washed it,” Bam mumbles, and then goes back to staring at the floor, occasionally sniffling and hiccoughing. Alexis nods and silence descends again.

After they’d drunk a few glasses of water each, Roy emulates the noise of clearing his throat.

“Alexis, I know that it’s possibly not the most opportune moment, but I sense that you are suffering from a level of emotional exhaustion that makes it less likely you’ll be able to cry about this,” Roy says.

Alexis snorts, closing her eye as she shakes her head.

“What is it, Roy?”

“Damian left a letter,” Roy tells her.

Everyone lifts their head, turning to look first at Roy, and then at Alexis, who stares at the robot, drinks the rest of her glass in one go, and then gestures for him to hand over the letter.

It’s only a few pages, but that’s far more than Damian has ever had to say unless he was ripping someone a new asshole for improper handling of a weapon or misplaced shipment of supplies.

Alexis,

Words are cheap, which is probably why they’re your weapon of choice.

Alexis huffs despite herself, smirking briefly at the kid’s cheek.

I don’t have much to say, but I know that you need words in order to move on. Know that I do this solely for that purpose, because the thought of you moping around after I’m dead is fucking irritating.

I always knew that I would die here.

The world has been at war with itself since before it was set on fire, and people who think like you act – who think that peace can be achieved with a smile and an open hand – are always going to be set upon first. They’re going to be set upon by people who are absolutely certain they are wrong and despise seeing them make any progress. They’re going to be set upon by people who crave power over others and see the peace they’re building as a threat. They’re going to be set upon by people who see kindness as a weakness.

And kindness is a weakness, Alexis. Most people who are kind are not going to want to hear that, but it’s true. Kindness by itself will result in people taking advantage of those who share it too freely.

But you know that already, because you’re not just kind, Alexis, you’re smart.

Smart enough to know that Hopestead would need someone like Bam to scare away small threats.

Someone like Rev to build defenses against bigger threats.

Someone like Scarlett to take care of insidious threats.

Someone like Bob to warn you about threats you can’t see or don’t already know about.

Someone like me and my big ass arsenal, to take care of the threats too big for Bam and Scarlett.

And Someone like Roy to put you all back together afterwards.

You’re not kind for Kindness’ sake. You have calculated your kindness into a weapon.

This is why they’re not going to win.

This is why it’s okay for me to go.

You are going to take your kindness and twist it like a knife into that old bastard’s heart.

Maybe twist a literal knife in there too, if you can manage.

I have a present for you. A precaution.

Bam helped me move my shit to the bunker a few weeks ago. We used those tunnels, the location of which I weaseled out of Bam when she let slip that they existed.

The same tunnels you’re going to use to get everyone out of town and down to the bunker, so that the next time they send their attack dogs, there’ll be nothing for them to find. It’s the smart thing to do to keep our community safe. I don’t have to tell you that.

Do not mourn for me. That is a waste of time you no longer have.

Keep bringing in new people.

Keep being kind.

Keep making people care enough that they’d die for you.

Every person you turn to your cause is a poison to their ideology.

Make him choke on it.

                                                        Damian.

Alexis finishes the letter and sighs, passing it around to Scarlett and the others. Bam takes it last, but just stares at Damian’s handwriting for a while before folding the paper as carefully as possible and pressing it against her chest over her heart. Her big brows furrow and she closes her eyes and rocks back and forth slightly in her chair.

“He’s right,” Scarlett says, and Alexis looks at her. Scarlett shrugs. “Tactically speaking, the bunker is the best bet. In fact, if that’s what we’re doing, I’m going to want to get a head start on moving my laboratory equipment. Tunnels?” she asks abruptly, and Alexis sighs again, rolling her eye.

“When I found this place, I wanted to make sure there’d be a safe egress in case of...”

She trails off, gritting her teeth for a moment and tapping the table top.

“We’ll start moving folks out tomorrow. Quietly. If someone’s watching, I don’t wan—”

She breaks off as the door opens and Rev, still wearing his hazmat suit, rushes in. He stops at the sight of them sitting there, but Scarlett and Alexis quickly don their helmets before looking up at him. Roy hovers over to Bam to take the letter and keep it safe in the storage compartment.

“I hate to break up the funeral,” Rev says, and Alexis doesn’t comment on his assumption. It’s a safe one, given the givens. “But we have a problem,” he tells them. Scarlett rolls her eyes as Alexis just stares for a moment before getting to her feet.

There’s never going to be enough time to do what needs doing.

She sets her grief aside.

She has work to do.

#RPG Fiction #Fallout RPG #Original RPG Characters #Angst #Hurt/Very Little Comfort

[howwelldoyouknowyourmoon]

More details about Moon’s sexual providence of pikareum explained by his son, Sam Park

Sun Myung Moon’s Unification Church began as a sex cult.

Some more details about Sun Myung Moon’s sexual providence of pikareum are explained in the first section of this video. Sam Park and Donna Orme, representing second generation members, speak. Park goes into how Moon claimed sex with every one of the women in the initial Blessing ceremonies (at least all the 36 and the 72 couples who were known as the “royal couples”). Then the men had their choice of three women to have sex with. Early members used these experiences to blackmail each other. The early couples were all given cars by the church, and other perks to keep them in. But at least 10 of the 36 couples left and couples from the 72 group were promoted to the 36 group. Moon made huge demands on these early Korean members.

Sam and Donna concluded their talk by saying, "We want to continue to tell the truth about the second and third generations. We don't want to see more traumatized second-generation people. We want to walk the road to recovery together with them.” (translated to English from the Japanese translation of their talk.)

This video is of a conference held in Japan on September 16, 2022, organized by the National Network of Lawyers Against the Spiritual Sales. Two Japanese 2nd gen gave testimonies. Lawyers, ministers and journalists gave presentations, one of the last by journalist Eito Suzuki who spoke about the Moon church’s involvement with Japanese politics. This helped LDP members get elected – and they protected the UC. Suzuki’s book,  Liberal Democratic Party polluted by the Unification Church – Tracking 3000 Days, will be published in late September 2022. It is now in the top ten on the Japanese Amazon sales list.

00:00  Donna Orme and Sam Park speak from the US 19:00  Kawai Yasuo, Lawyer. 川井康雄. MC 19:30  Rev. Takesako Ikaru. 竹迫之. First gen who left and is now a pastor. He has helped many people. 49:40  Kawai Yasuo 50:30  2nd gen testimony. She was married to a Korean who beat her. She now lives in Japan with her son. Her book is about to be published 57:50  “About the Anti-Sect Law (passed some years ago) in France” by Kanazuka Ayano, Lawyer. She is fluent in French. 金塚彩乃 01:58:00  Kawai Yasuo 1:59:00  Suzuki Eito, Journalist. 鈴木エイト. 2:30:10  Mr Beppu Teruhiko, Buddhist monk. 別府輝彦. He has been working against cults for many years. 2:35:10  Kawai Yasuo 2:37:10  Lawyer 2:39:20  Kawai Yasuo 2:40:12  End

For the Japanese people above, the family name is given first.

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Sam Park, Moon’s secret son, reveals hidden history (2014)

Sam Park responds to feedback from his 2014 presentation

Moon’s theology for his pikareum sex rituals with all the 36 wives

Sun Myung Moon – Restoration through Incest

Ritual Sex in the Unification Church – Kirsti L. Nevalainen

Shamanism is at the heart of Sun Myung Moon’s church

Sun Myung Moon found guilty in 1955; started two year jail sentence

How Sun Myung Moon bought protection in Japan

Sun Myung Moon makes me feel ashamed to be Korean

The Fall of the House of Moon – New Republic

Sun Myung Moon’s secret love child – Mother Jones

#Sun Myung Moon #pikareum #sex rituals #Unification Church #36 couples #川井康雄 #竹迫之 #金塚彩乃 #鈴木エイト #別府輝彦 #Sam Park #Donna Orme

[momolady]

Rings the Maid

Let’s return to another favorite place, the sex cult village.

Female Reader/Monster (cis) x Male Human (cis) x Female Monster (intersex)

Reverence has a few matters to take care of outside of the village, so she’s invited Ebert and I to join her. Ebert seems anxious about travel since it is getting so much colder, but I think he prefers going to waiting at home. I hate leaving, but since I’m with two of my favorite people, I don’t mind it so much. Reverence is trying to set up trade with another village, one with a similar ideology to our own. We produce an abundance of vegetation and they have too much meat and fur, so Reverence is hoping to establish a relationship to benefit us both.

We’ve been given a small cabin on the outskirts of this village, small and cozy and private. That last part feels a bit strange, since we’re so open and welcoming back home. I feel a bit cooped up, and I know I must be bothering Ebert with my constant scampering around the cabin. “You could just go outside,” Ebert offers. I don’t know how he’s able to sit still and read and not need to move around, talk to someone, play with something. He can sit so still, it’s mesmerizing sometimes.

“It’s cold.” I wrap my arms around him from behind. “And you heard Reverence, there’s big animals around these parts. That’s why these people have so much meat.”

Ebert just smirks.

“What’s that about?” I move around, sitting on the table in front of him, and pat his cheeks between my paws. “That smirk?”

“A dirty joke. Ignore me, darling.” He kisses one of my paws.

I scoff and move into his lap. “A meat joke?”

“Like I said, ignore me. It was stupid. Being our village so long starts to make you think that way.” He looks at me, eyes shining and smile bright. I can remember when I first met him, and how dull and lusterless his eyes appeared. It was like the joy had been wrung from him.

“I like you stupid. You’re always so smart, it’s nice to see you be a little silly.” I lean in for a kiss. “Besides, I’m bored. I could use a giggle.”

Ebert kisses me softly. “I’ll give you a giggle. But can I finish my book first? It will only take a minute.”

I stick out my bottom lip at him. “You can probably finish me quicker.”

He chuckles and kisses me again. “You know I like taking my time with you.”

I refuse to move. “Want to bet?”

“Bet?” Ebert arches a thick brow.

Reverence comes in, sighing heavily. “It is so cold out there! I don’t know how we’ll manage the trip back without returning home as icicles.” She sits down before the fire, removing her boots. “Sorry, was I interrupting anything?”

“I’m trying to get Ebert to play with me before he finishes his book,” I reply.

Ebert tries to lift his head from my breast. “And I’m saying I can finish my book faster, so then I can spend more time with her.”

Reverence hums, looking thoughtful for a moment. Her dark lips purse and she taps a finger to them. “A bet, is it?”

“Yeah!” I say with a smile. “We could make it a game!”

“I just want to finish reading. It doesn’t have to be a game,” Ebert protests. “I love you, isn’t that enough?”

“Oh, come now, Ebert,” Reverence says teasingly. “What harm could a little game be? Can you finish the book before Rings is spent?”

“Yeah, exactly,” I giggle, hugging Ebert. “Let’s make a bet.”

Ebert sighs. “Alright, fine. If you finish before me, I’ll be your willing servant for the day.”

“And when I win, I’ll be yours! But let’s take it up a notch,” I say confidently. “All of tomorrow, whoever loses gets to be the winner’s personal, free-use maid. So you will have to be my willing little sex maid tomorrow. And in the unlikely event you win, I’ll be yours.”

“Ours,” Reverence adds. “We’ll stay an extra day, since the weather is supposed to be bad tomorrow.”

I grin, knowing deep in my soul that I am going to win this. “You’re on!”

Ebert smirks and motions to Reverence. “Rev, darling, take care of her. I’ll read.”

I gasp as Reverence plucks me out of his lap and sets me down on the bed. “With pleasure.” Reverence hikes up my skirt and pulls down my leggings exposing me to the cool air in the cabin.

I look at Ebert at the desk, reading casually as Reverence kisses my thighs. She chuckles against me, black tongue darting over my mound. I have no worries over losing this bet. After all, it’s such a big book, and how could Ebert finish it before I come? Reverence knows me better than anyone, I bet she’ll have me coming in an instant. Her fingers part my labia, and. I squeal excitedly, feeling her tongue dart over my clit.

Ebert suddenly stands up and closes the book. “Done,” he says with a smug smile.

Reverence begins suckling on my clit, and I squeal a strange noise both from the wonderful sensation and Ebert’s sudden victory. “How?” I squawk. “That’s impossible!”

Ebert raises two fingers. “I only had two pages to read, my love. If you’d listened to me, you might have gotten it your way. But unfortunately you were too impatient.”

I throw my head back as Reverence slips her fingers inside. “No!” I howl pitifully.

“Oh, yes,” Ebert chuckles as he sits down beside me. “Tomorrow you are my and Reverence’s little plaything.”

I shiver as Reverence brings me closer to completion. “Not fair! You cheated!” I pant.

Ebert dips down, kissing me. “That’s what you get for being a spoiled little brat, my love,” he says.

Reverence chuckles, lifting her head from between my legs, her lips glossy from devouring me. “Well, if Ebert has won, perhaps I don’t need to finish then.”

“Hey!” I whine.

“You’ll be getting more than your fair share of us tomorrow,” Ebert chides. “Perhaps it’s best you wait patiently.”

“Don’t tease me!” I huff as I sit up. “You can’t start something and not finish it!” I push Ebert down onto the bed, kissing him hungrily while I undo the laces on his pants.

Reverence chuckles as she watches. “Are you taking that potion you made?” Reverence asks.

“Yeah? So?” I say between kisses. I snarl in frustration as the laces tangle into a horrible knot. “Seriously?”

“No wonder you’re like this. You know that potion makes you insatiable.” Ebert sits up, grabbing my hands and pulling them away.

“It’s for the birth control properties,” I huff.

Reverence sits back down on the side of the bed. “We should really discuss tomorrow, don’t you think?”

“We can practice for it,” I giggle.

“You made these terms, but maybe you don’t quite get them.” Reverence gently strokes my cheek, combing her fingers through my fur. “Tomorrow you’re going to be the mercy of our desires. At any time you could be bent over, penetrated, fondled.” She scratches behind my ear, which makes me start to purr. “Are you going to be okay with that?”

I nod and mewl.

“You sure?” Ebert asks. “You’ll probably be a horrible mess by the end of the day.”

“Sounds nice,” I sigh dreamily.

Reverence chuckles. “We can set a safeword just in case.”

“Sure. But I doubt I’ll need it.” I move in to steal a kiss, but Reverence taps her fingertips to my lips. “You two are torturing me on purpose.”

Ebert smirks. “We just want to be safe, that’s all.”

“Fine. Let the safeword be ‘cake’ or something.”

I turn back to Ebert, reaching for his laces again. He grabs my hands and gives me a stern look. “Wait a second. I believe you said you’d be our maid, too.”

I glare at him. “So?”

“That means you also have to do the chores around here,” Reverence giggles. “We have to clean before we go, right? Pack our things and prepare food for the journey home.”

I scoff. “I have to do that while also being…” My ears stick straight up and my whiskers twitch. “That’s going to be impossible!”

“I’ve seen you multitask during sex many times, dear,” Reverence jibes. “Surely you can clean while my cock is inside you.”

I looked at Ebert, knowing I was far too confident when I made the bet. He smiles charmingly at me. “You can say the safeword anytime, Rings. Besides, if you take your potion…”

“But while I have to clean and make food?” I whine.

“It was your idea,” Ebert chuckles. “If you don’t think you can do it, then…”

I scowl, not wanting to be defeated again. “I can do it! That’s not even a  question. I just worry, since both of you are older and already have a hard enough time keeping up with me.”

Ebert furrows his brow at me. “I’m two years younger than you.”

My tail twitches, and I avoid looking directly at him. “Then maybe you should try acting like it.”

Reverence whistles. “You really want to test that, too?”

I swallow self-consciously. “Just don’t over-exert yourselves tomorrow, is all I am asking. I would hate for you to get dehydrated, and then I’d have to dust you up when I clean.”

Ebert laughs. “I had plans to be gentle with you tomorrow, but now I think you’ll be able to take what we can give.”

I gulp and bite down on my tongue.  Reverence nods, standing up and removing her clothing. “I agree. So perhaps we should go to bed and rest up.”

“Agreed.” Ebert also removes his tunic. “I suggest you try and get some sleep too, Rings. You have to get up early to make us breakfast, after all.”

“And I suggest you wear something cute tomorrow, too - something you don’t mind getting a little dirty.” Reverence grins wickedly.

“You’re just going to bed? Like that?” I murmur. My loins are still wet. “Only to torture me tomorrow?”

“I promise it won’t be torture.” Ebert pats my spot in bed. “It will be fun.”

I huff and lay down beside him, pouting. “Now, one last time before the morning,” Ebert says softly to me. “You’re okay with this?”

I roll over to look at him. “Yeah.” I smile gently. “It’s sweet you're so concerned about this, but I’m going to suck your soul from your body by the end of the day.” I kiss him. “So you’d best be sure each time you touch me that you really want to test that.”

Ebert smirks. “I’m ready.”

It takes me a while to fall asleep, and my agitation only gets worse every time I think about the day before me. I get woken by Ebert nudging me, and I try to swat him away, but he keeps pestering. “You have to make breakfast,” he whispers.

“No, that’s…” I sit up in bed suddenly and look over at Reverence and Ebert cuddling. “Already?”

“You promised,” Reverence chuckles.

I scowl down at them. “Oh, fine!” I get out of bed and put on a little outfit, one that I won’t mind getting dirty or torn throughout the day. I go to make breakfast, figuring that the eggs we were given the day before and some bread will suffice. I start cooking, and once I have it done I go to fetch Ebert and Reverence from bed. “Come and eat,” I huff at them.

Ebert pulls back the blankets and motions to his erect cock. “First things first, love,” he says with a smug grin.

I roll my eyes. “Out goes your soul, then!” I kneel onto the bed, grabbing the base of his cock in my hand before I take him into my mouth.

“Good girl, Rings,” Ebert moans.

Reverence grabs my free hand, placing it on her own shaft. “Go on now, show us just what you can do.”

I grumble, irritated that they’re already chiding me. I suck on Ebert’s cock, finding myself growing warm and wet. He feels so good on my tongue, that hard, thick, lovely cock of his. He tastes good too, and his skin feels soft against my lips. I moan against him, wanting more of him, and stroke Reverence, feeling her pulsing in my paw. I love them both so much, how could I not enjoy this? Ebert moans loudly, and his cock throbs against my tongue. He usually finishes so quickly in the morning. He pushes my head down, gagging me as he spurts into my throat. “Oh, yes!” he moans. “Rings!”

I pull up, his come dribbling from my tongue and lips, stringing over my chest in a sloppy mess. I cough and wipe my mouth. “Having fun yet?” I lick my lips, smirking at him.

Ebert stretches out on the bed. “I’m just getting started.”

Reverence stands up from the bed. “What did you make for breakfast?”

I keep gulping down the mess Ebert left. “Eggs and toast.” I start to move away but Reverence grabs me. Her hands clamp down on my hips while her cock moves between my thighs. I watch the tip of her cock poke out, then I look back at her grinning face.  “Or you can eat me,” I say with a grin. “I’m happy with whatever you choose. After all, I’m here to serve you both all day,” I laugh, playing along.

“Not yet.” Reverence pushes between my thighs and rubs against my slit, knowing just how wet and needy I am. Sometimes she grazes my clit, and I think for a moment she’ll thrust inside. Instead she teases me, using my thighs to bring her to release. She moans into my ear, coming all over my rear and tail, biting my neck as she pulls away. “Have you taken your potion yet?” she asks.

I frown, touching the mess under my skirt. “Not yet. I wanted to eat first.”

Ebert rises from bed, naked, disheveled and handsome. He kisses me, then Reverence. “Good morning, don’t you think?” He sits down to eat, using his toast to mop up the egg.

I sigh, adjust my skirt and go to clean the pan. I begin to drip down my thigh from my own need. I know they’re going to make this day last as long as possible and pay me back for my overconfidence, but I am ready for the fight. I take bites from my plate, then down a serving of my potion. It feels warm in my belly, and my loins begin to tingle. I’ve been horny for far too long, and they’d better do something about that soon.

“The eggs are perfect, Rings my love,” Reverence says.

“Yes, they’re very good.” Ebert touches my leg, and his fingers wrap around my thigh and brush up against my slit. “But you know what would be really good?”

I bite my lip in anticipation. “What would that be, Ebert darling?” I moan.

Ebert moves his hand away. “Is there any of that cured ham?”

I frown hatefully at him. How dare he? “I think so,” I say through clenched teeth.

Ebert is trying his hardest to suppress his haughty laughter. “Uh-oh, I think you may have made her mad,” Reverence chuckles.

Ebert laughs. “She was so confident last night. I couldn’t help myself.” He stands up and grabs me, pushing me down over the table and pulling my tail at the base. I gasp with relief as his fingers slide inside me. “You should see how wet she is.”

Reverence takes a bite of bread. “I can hear it.”

I moan happily as Ebert’s fingers fill me up, his thumb rubbing against my clit. He knows exactly what I like, and he might even know my needs better than Reverence. After all, we’ve been together a long time now, and I am not surprised he’s able to awaken such deep pleasure in me with just his wonderful, skilled hands. “I don’t want her mad at me today,” Ebert sighs. “I want it to hurt when she bites, but I don’t want it to damage me.”

I begin to purr as Ebert’s fingers stir me up. “Don’t stop, Ebert, I beg you!” I drool onto the table. All night I wanted to feel this touch. I thrust my hips back at him, knowing he should recover quickly from that blowjob before.

“But,” Ebert pulls his hands away, “today isn’t about you, Rings my love.”

I look back at him as he licks his fingers clean. “You monster,” I growl at him. My tail twitches and fluffs up. “You’re so mean to me.”

Ebert’s smirk is wicked as he looks down at me. “Just for today. Tomorrow, I’ll return to giving in to your every want.”

I stand up, knees knocking a little, and walk away from the table to clean up while they finish eating. So this is how they intend to play with me today. I suppose I only have myself to blame for this predicament. But maybe I can get them riled up and tire them out faster. I look over my shoulder at the table and smirk to myself. I can play their game. I can have my fun too.

I go back towards the bedroom, where Ebert is brushing out his hair and looking at his beard in the mirror. “Excuse me.” I nudge his hip with mine. “I have to make the bed.”

He smirks at me and chuckles. “Go ahead.”

I make sure he’s watching me from the corner of my eye, swish my tail, then bend over the bed, reaching for the mussed blankets. I lift my tail, presenting myself to Ebert, and behind me he turns, watching as I adjust the sheets. I keep my haunches pronounced even as I rise up slightly. “I’ve never seen a bed made like that,” he chuckles.

“You’re not even watching the bed being made. I know what you’re looking at.” I place my knees on the bed and lift my ass into the air, looking at Ebert between my legs. “Judging from the shadow under you dick, I’d say it’s hump o’clock.”

Ebert looks down, then back at me. I sit up, curving my back and throwing my head back. “Come on. You know you want to.”

“Of course I do.” Ebert rubs his chin. “But I’m thinking.”

“What’s there to think about?” I roll over, pulling my skirt up to my navel and throwing my legs up into the air. “You put your big, hard cock inside me and you move it around a little. You feel how wet, warm, and welcoming I am.” I reach my hand down, touching myself. “You don’t need to think at all. You just let your body do all that for you.”

Ebert puts his hands on my thighs, pushing them back so my knees are pressed back against my ears. “I know what you’re doing, Rings.”

My smile is smug. “What am I doing?”

Ebert places his cock on my belly. “Begging.” His lidded, heady gaze becomes more feverish as he looks at me. His mind is surely filled with all the sweet temptations my body can give him, and he’s probably lost sleep plotting what to do to me. He’s malleable, he’s putty, and he’s mine. And if I’m lucky, he’ll be melting inside me soon enough.

I lick my lips, holding my breath with anticipation. “I’ve not asked for anything, Ebert. I was merely making the bed.”

Ebert sniffs, curling his lip. He slides his cock down, rubbing it against my folds and I hear that delicious, slick sound. “You’ve not said a word, but you’re begged plenty.”

He moves his cock away, and I watch him, knowing my disappointment shows clear as day on my face. “Okay, okay!” I huff. “Please, Ebert! What’s the opposite of cake? Pie? Cruller?” I whimper. Ebert smiles at me, and I recognize a sweetness there. My tail swishes back and forth as he takes a step back towards me. “Do you want me to beg? Is that it?”

Ebert lifts my hips off the bed, looks me in the eyes and thrusts inside me hard. He realigns my entire body with that thrust, so hard and sudden that time itself seems to slow down. I groan in relief, finally having what I needed most, and he thrusts again, pounding me down into the mattress.

I hear Reverence chuckle as she struts into the room. “Hold her legs, will you, Ebert? I’ll get her arms. Ebert takes my legs, pulling over his shoulders. He thrusts deep inside me as Reverence pulls my arms up. She places my hands on her rear, then seats herself on my face, and her wet, plump lips rub against my face until I press my tongue against her. Reverence strokes all over my body, touching my chest and belly as her cock rubs against my neck, throbbing and twitching. She stretches out over me and licks at Ebert’s cock as it thrusts inside me. I feel suffocated, yet happy. I’ve been sat on by Reverence many times before, so I know what she likes. I take my time using my rough tongue to tease her before I lap along the base of her cock.

“Isn’t she a wonderful little plaything, Eb?” Reverence giggles. Her tongue darts over my clit before she laps at Ebert’s cock again.

Ebert’s laugh comes out an animal grunt. “I’ll have to make more bets with her in the future.”

Reverence kisses Ebert, and I push my fingers inside Reverence. I feel her muscles squeeze tightly around me, so I push deeper, adding another finger and another until my hand fits tightly inside her. Reverence cries out, sitting up and thrusting back against my hand. Her cock erupts, spattering all over my chest and belly, and her grip tears a seam on my dress. Ebert’s thrusts become more pointed. He unleashes inside me, and as he pulls back Reverence dips down to clean the mess. “Got what you wanted?” Ebert pants, falling back onto the bed.

I’ve yet to come, but Reverence is making quick work of that, her tongue inside me while her fingers rub over my clit. She spurts again on my stomach, and my insides seize around her fingers. Ebert grins as I tremble, my mouth hanging open but no sound escaping. After a few moments, both Ebert and Reverence rise from the bed. “Clean up in here,” Reverence chuckles.

I huff and sit up, wiping my face. “I will!” It’s still morning and already we’ve gone this far. They can’t possibly last the rest of the day, can they?

I take my time making the bed, then begin to pack our things and get everything ready for our departure tomorrow. I kneel on the floor to pick something up, and Ebert comes back into the room. “The bed looks nice,” he says.

“Don’t mess with it!” I scold. “It’s gotta stay nice until tonight.”

Ebert approaches, pulling open his pants. “We won’t need the bed.”

“Already?” I scoff.

Ebert smirks, stroking his cock in front of me. “I have a potion, too.”

I rise up on my knees and come closer to him. “Horny old man.”

“I’m younger than you,” he laughs.

I lick his cock from base to tip. “Show me.”

Ebert’s eyes soften as he looks at me. “You know I love you, right?”

I kiss his glans, then look up into his eyes. “I’m not saying ‘cake’ am I? Don’t worry, I’m going outrun the both of you today.”

Ebert’s expression remains gentle. Damn him! Why does he have to be so handsome and adorable all the time? I know he’s hiding some assholishness somewhere. “You’re so fucking cute sometimes,” he chuckles.

My ears stand up and my tail twitches. How dare he? “I’m always cute,” I tut. Then I open my jaws and take him all the way to my throat. I choke briefly, looking up at him as my eyes water. His expression melts, still sweet, still handsome, now putty in my hands. I wrap my hands around his thighs, grabbing his ass and kneading it like biscuit dough. I choke a little more and pull back, but he grabs the back of my head and pushes me back down. Good! He’s playing rough, just like I like. I’ll show him who's cute. I dig my fingers deeper into his ass, finding the crevice, and he shudders, thrusting himself against my cheek. I go deeper still, prodding at his ass, feeling the sleepy little rosebud open up to me. “Rings, oh my god,” he breathes.

I chuckle in my small victory before gulping him. He’s in so deep my nose presses against his stomach. He pulls my fur, so I move back and his cock slaps against my cheek. My mouth is dripping, and the tip of his cock is sloppy. I push my finger deep inside his ass, and he doesn’t stand a chance. He spurts in my eye and over my nose, and his semen splatters along my face and down my neck. Finally! I got him. I grin, one eye shut and still drooling. “What’s that, old man?” I jab.

Ebert stumbles, grasping the wall to keep himself standing. He’s breathing hard, face glowing from his release. I lick my lips, tasting his come as it drips down. I use his pants to mop up my eye and then I stand, my tail swishing victoriously behind me. “Come, now. Surely you can do better,” I continue to tease. “I thought I was the toy today.”

Ebert clears his throat and looks down at me, his hair matted back by perspiration. I can’t believe he’s mine somedays. He snatches his pants back from me and gives me a smirk. “I really don’t think I’m the one you should worry about.”

I snigger. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not the leader of a sexual liberation village,” Ebert whispers into my ear. “I don’t think any of us have seen Rev beaten before.”

My tail twitches. “You think I’m a fool? I know who to battle against.” I poke his chest. “You’re all that matters today. Rev is simply a happy bonus.”

Ebert kisses me, and I can’t help but smile. “You really are cute.”

“All. The. Time.” I poke with each word. “Say it.”

Ebert kisses me again. “You are cute every second of every day, and will be until the end of time,” he whispers.

I purr and smile proudly. “Don’t you forget it.” I smack his ass before I turn to leave the room.

I’m not sure how I’m supposed to think today, let alone figure out what needs cleaning. I’m not the cleaning type, not even the housewife type. I try to keep things neat, but cleaning has never been one of my talents. I try to gather things that will need to be packed for the trip home. I go into the kitchen, where Reverence is heating some water on the stove to clean herself up. She moans as she takes a rag to the side of her neck, then wipes it down her chest and under her breasts. She turns, notices me watching her, then offers me the cloth. “For what?” I chirp.

“To clean with.” She braces herself against the counter. “Go ahead.”

I look down her body and gulp. “Okay.” I approach her, dipping the cloth in the warm water. I wipe down her side, watching the water glisten along her skin. She looks so soft and decadent, and her dark nipples are risen and stiff, but her expression is otherwise unaffected. She’s so beautiful, I really am lucky to be here with her and Ebert both. I owe Reverence so much, my love and patience and so much kindness. I don’t know where I would be without her. She’s so tender with me, so loving, and she never seems to run out of it. No wonder so many people follow her.

I take a breath and soak the cloth again. I dribble the warm water down her chest, letting it fall over her cock, which has begun to rise. I run the rag over her cock, stroking her slowly. I hear her breathing hitch, and a deep moan vibrate in her chest. I come in closer, licking her breast and sucking the nipple into my mouth.

Reverence chuckles and places her hand at the back of my head. “Good girl.” Her fingers tickle down the back of my neck. “Let me see what Ebert has done to you.” I take a step back for her, and she cups my face in her hands. She rips my dress open, exposing my breasts. “It needed to be done,” she says in response to my shocked expression. She pinches my nipples between her fingers, twisting then tugging, bouncing my breasts for her own amusement.

“Careful,” I whimper.

“I know you must be sensitive today,” Reverence coos. “Not to worry, I plan on only giving you what you can handle.” She places herself behind me, groping my breasts and giggling. “You’re so soft, all I want to do is touch you.” She picks me up and sets me down on the counter, spreading my legs wide open and moving between them. I look down, watching as she goes inside me. The tentacles around the base of her cock wrap around it, making a sort of knot at the bottom. Reverence smirks at me, giving me a long kiss.

“Feel the need to say that word yet?” she asks.

I shake my head. “I want it, Rev. I want it so bad.”

Reverence chuckles and pushes inside so I feel that knot at my labia. “It makes me happy to see you so open, so loving, my Rings,” she pants. “You’re so beautiful when you are.” Another sharp thrust, and the knot fits snugly inside me. Reverence growls and moans, throwing her head back.

I lose my breath for a second, but I squeeze tighter around her, and a part of me wishes there was more. “Rev, you feel amazing!” I pant.

Reverence kisses me, pulling up my legs so they go over her shoulders, picking me up off the counter and holding me in midair. She growls into my ear and pushes me down upon her, using my position in her arms to move me to her will. I cry out, still quite sensitive from the last time Ebert was inside, and each time Reverence moves me I am knocked a little more breathless. I watch her face, and even now she looks unbothered by the effort and her own lust. She smirks at me, letting a long moan slip out from between those dark, glossy lips, and lays me on the table, pinning my legs back again. I look up to see Ebert standing in the doorway, his eyes once again glazed.

I can barely breathe as Reverence uses me, pushing the table along the floor. She shudders, giggling joyfully as she releases inside. Pulling out, she spurts over my exposed breasts as well, leaving the last few drops on my stiff nipples. Reverence catches her breath, swooning slightly and then letting out a luxurious laugh. “That potion is no joke.” She fans her face. “If I took that every day, I’d probably die from exhaustion.”

She stumbles into a chair, leaning back and stretching out her hand to Ebert. My lashes flutter, my vision still blurry. Maybe I did bite off more than I could chew with this wager. Surely they’ll let me have a break soon. But Ebert is between my legs, licking me, tasting Reverence inside me. I mewl and squeeze my thighs as tightly as I possibly can around his ears. He moans against me, and the vibrations make every hair on my body stand on end. This is too much! Have I found my limit? I have to fight through this, I have to win! But I’m losing stamina fast, his tongue, his lips! He’s pulling the last bit of willpower I have through his mouth.

“Cake! Cake!” I wail.

Ebert slows, and his kisses are soft and reassuring. He pulls me into his arms, lovingly cooing into my ear. He strokes my back and lovingly handles me as I curl up against his chest. He carries me to the bedroom, laying me on what is perhaps the only bed I’ve ever made. Reverence takes me to her bosom, curling up around me as I tremble. I am relieved by their gentleness, and relieved to know the safeword worked. But I’m angry at myself for using it.

“I’m proud of you for lasting this long,” Ebert whispers to me.

I frown and keep my head low against his chest. “Just give me a minute. I can keep going. You can keep using me.”

“Relax,” Reverence coos. “Lay back and breathe. Nothing wrong with admitting you need some air.”

I lie back on the bed as Ebert removes what remains of my dress. My body is sticky and exhausted. I feel like wet rope. Reverence leaves for a moment, returning with the warm water and rag, and mops up my face, kissing me gently as she does. Ebert massages my feet and calves, and I start to purr.

“A lovely sound.” Reverence nuzzles against  my chest, listening to the rumble of my purrs deep inside.

Ebert kisses my belly, snuggling there. Warm sunlight comes through the window, making me extra happy and comfortable. “This is nice.”

“You survived a lot today,” Reverence chuckles. “I am amazed you’re still standing.”

“I’m not, I’m lying down,” I giggle. I stretch out on the bed and smile, then sit up, kissing Ebert and then Reverence. “Did you both have fun?”

“Of course. I love spending time with you both,” Reverence grins.

“I am a bit tired,” Ebert admits. “But it was nice playing this little game.”

My smile turns smug. “You’re tired because you’re an old man.”

Ebert frowns at me and clicks his tongue. “Okay, you know what? That’s it!” He pushes me down onto the bed, causing me to break into a fit of giggles. He hits me with a pillow, causing me to laugh harder. I grab the pillow, fighting him for it.

“Children, children,” Reverence smirks. “Let’s not ruin the pillows.” She says this right at the pillow rips open. Feathers erupt in a flurry of white, and for a moment they blind me. Ebert pushes me down again, kissing me hungrily, and I wrap my legs around him, not letting him go in this struggle. I kiss him in return until we both break out laughing again.

“Who’s an old man?” Ebert smirks.

“Not you.” I kiss the tip of his nose. “Okay, is anyone going to help me clean this up?”

Reverence stands. “Not me. You two can handle this.”

“I will,” Ebert stands from the bed. “You rest, though. Just gather what’s on the bed.” He gets off the bed and starts scooping up feathers, shoving them into a pillowcase. For a moment, the room is quiet. The sun that shines in through the window makes me feel dreamy and cuddly. Ebert sneezes and stands up, wiping his nose with the hem of his tunic. I get a peek at his belly and the furry tuft that comes up from under his pants.

I smile girlishly up at Ebert. “Once they’re picked up, I’d like for you to finish your meal. Not good to let things go to waste.”

Ebert cocks his brow. “What meal?”

I spread my legs wide open for him. “You know.”

He looks into my eyes. “No cake?”

I lick my lips and grin up at him as I pull my knees back. “I’m not thinking about cake at all. Why are you?”

We don’t clean up the feathers then. Instead, Ebert enjoys one last meal before we have to head back home. Sometimes it’s nice to eat out.

#monsterxhuman #monster girlfriend #monster lemon #monster romance #lemon #catgirl #my writing #momolady monsters #monster fudger

[shadyteacup]

This is a day late, but here's a birthday fic I wrote for my favorite man, Dazai♡

Happy Birthday, Love♡

"Good morning!"

A cheery voice echoed in Dazai's ear. He groaned at the noise. It was only 5 in the morning.

"Who?", he managed to grumble into the phone, shifting on his bed to stretch his legs.

"It's me, Dummy. Wake up and get ready. I'm picking you up in 5."

His eyes shot open. Why the fuck were you picking him up at 5.05 am on a fucking Saturday?

"Y/N, it's literally dark out there, "

"Shut up. Be ready!"

With that, you hung up.

Dazai groaned into his pillow, fisting the sheets and preparing himself to get out of bed.

He rolled off the edge, quite literally, and landed on his bum, hissing at the cold that kissed his ass.

He stumbled to get ready, pulling on his favourite hoodie and throwing on some jeans.

In exactly 5 minutes, his doorbell rang.

He huffed, pulling it open, and was about to whine when he took in the sight of you.

There you stood, a bright smile on your face and a bouquet in your arms.

On the flowers a hideously large note read, "Happy Birthday, Osa!"

He blinked, remembering that today was, infact, 19th June. The day he was born.

"Happy birthday, baby!"

You extended your arms, thrusting the flowers in his face. He smiled at you, accepting the flowers and pulling you in.

"Whoa-"

You were cut short by a pair of lips slamming down onto your own.

Dazai had you pinned to his door as he passionately kissed you, pouring all his love and thanks into it. He trailed his hand along your sides, eliciting an excited shiver down your spine. His tongue claimed your mouth as it's own, making you whimper at the intensity of the kiss.

You pushed his shoulders, trying to create some distance between your heaving chests.

"Not... not now!"

You grinned up at your whiny boyfriend.

"But why can't we just tear our clothes off and-"

"No! I'm not celebrating your special day like this."

He pouted, his angelic features almost making you give in. Almost.

"I have something planned for you, love. "

He smirked, leaning forward to kiss along your neck.

"Do you... really... want... to miss out... on this?"

He asked you between kisses. You gulped, pushing him away.

"No! Not now! Maybe later."

He grinned coyly at your flustered state, before yelping at the sudden pull of you grabbing his arm.

You pulled him out of the house, slamming the door behind you, and sprinting down the hall. He stumbled to keep up to you, your entwined fingers pulling him forward.

You reached down stairs to your motorcycle, putting your helmet on and tossing one towards your favorite brunet.

"Come on!"

You ushered him to sit behind you, and once he was seated, you revved you bike to life. You roared through the empty streets of Yokohama. Dazai felt excited, the rush of the wind against his face igniting a flame of exhilaration through his bones.

He hugged your waist, leaning into your warmth as the cool wind nipped at his skin, eliciting shivers.

He watched as the sun rose, it's reddish rays expanding over the land, like how the ocean usurps the sandy beach with every wave. He was left awestruck at how beautiful the city looked. There was so much beauty in this world. He was glad to be able to witness it. Especially glad that he was with you. You were another one of nature's beauties. He adored you so much. He maybe even loved you. But he wouldn't tell you that, for he wasn't sure if the feelings were reciprocated. Nonetheless, being able to spend time with you was a blessing from the heavens. He was going to cherish each every millisecond he got with you.

You maneuvered trough the twist and turns, and took your beloved to a hilltop. The view was splendid from up here. You parked, asking Dazai to get off as you turned the engine off.

"Beautiful..."

You heard him whisper as he looked over the city.

You smiled at his genuine adoration, pulling out a blanket from your bag.

"I know you like nature. I also know that you like food."

He turned towards your voice to see you sitting on a cute blanket that was laid out on the grass. Baskets of food and drinks surrounded you.

"I thought that a picnic is a perfect blend of the two!"

He grinned at your thoughtfulness and joined you.

You both spent quite a while just observing the city. How the darkness was slowly replaced by light. How the once lonely streets were filled with the buzz of humanity. Just Dazai's heart. It was so lonely and dark, then you filled it with light.

As you laid your head on his shoulder, you couldn't help but feel... complete. His warmth, his smell, his touch.. it was all way too familiar to you. You both hadn't even been dating that long, but just the thought of him made you smile. You longed to see him everyday. Hearing his voice made you feel lighthearted. His smile lit up your day. Everything about the man sitting next you made you happy. He was your serotonin boost.

You gulped at the intensity of your feelings. You cared for him, a little too much. It scared you. But you knew he felt the same way.

Everytime he leaned into your touch, subconsciously grasping onto your warmth, you realized that he loved you. He never said it to you, but you could see it in his eyes. You could see it in his tiny actions. The way he would smile the brightest smile ever, when he saw you after a long time, the way his eyes lit up when you laughed on one of his stupid jokes, the way he hugged you a little longer than he used to at the beginning. It all just adds up.

You tilt your head to stare at your love, only to find brown eyes peering down at you.

You blushed at being caught, hiding your face into his neck.

Cute chuckles followed by multiple head-kisses made you look back up at the gorgeous man.

"What are you thinking about?"

He asked, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

"You.", you replied with a smile.

He froze at your reply, a pink hue dusting his cheeks.

"Are you blushing?"

You asked incredulously.

He shook his head a little too quickly to seem convincing, turning away. You grasped his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

Your intense gaze was full of adoration and it made Dazai's face heat up. You were looking at him with such gentleness. He didn't deserve you.

"I love you, Osamu."

He froze. It was a mere whisper, but it was enough to toss his world upside down.

You had finally opened up to him about your true feelings. You felt relieved to finally spill the beans. Your relief didn't last long, though, as your beloved was yet to reply.

You were beginning to worry.

Had you read into it all wrong? Maybe his affinity to your touch was merely a habit. Maybe he wasn't in love with you. Your mind was screaming at you for possibly ruining his special day. You had gone ahead and made it awkward.

"Hey, forget about it. I was not thinking straight, and-"

"I love you, too."

Now you froze. Y/N.exe has stopped working.

"What?"

You sat there, mouth agape. You had expected this, hadn't you? Until a few minutes ago, you had convinced yourself that he loved you back. Yes, you were confused for a second, but now he had told you that he loved you. So, why were you shocked? Why did it feel so good to hear those words from him?

He smiled at your frozen face, leaning forward to kiss you. You melted into his arms, telling him just how much he meant to you through the kiss. You loved how you didn't have to voice out your feelings with him. He simply understood you.

Your fingers threaded through his messy locks, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. He grabbed your waist, lifting you up. You jumped at the opportunity and sat yourself on his lap. His hands took the liberty to express your back, creeping under your shirt to caress your soft skin. His skilled fingers teased their way higher and higher. You pushed him on his back, hovering over him, desperate to take control. He didn't let you break the kiss, pulling you down along with him.

A few moments later, it became hard to breathe, but his taste was intoxicating.

He pulled back first, grinning boyishly at you. Placing his forehead on yours, he licked his lips.

"Can't wait to claim you, tonight."

The meaning behind his words finally hit you, and you smacked his arm.

"Why would you say that?!"

"I'll make you scream your love for me, babe."

He winked.

You heated up, hiding your face in your arms. His chuckles made you want to fling a rock at his dumb head.

He was such a baby. But he was your baby. And as long as he was by your side, you would be content.

Hehe, idk if this was good enough, coz I wrote after a long time... but I love he so much uwu

Tagging!

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[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 22

Hannibal and y/n arrive at Camp Big Brother and receive an unusual greeting.

@dovahdokren @deadman-inc-bikeshop @lov3vivian @wisesandwichshark @scpdragon

Trigger warnings: guns, threats of violence, cult stuff, brief mention of North Korea 

The car ride up to the mountain introduced you to a new feeling. You thought it similar to that of prisoners on their way to be executed. The comfortable numbness of accepting your rapidly-approaching demise. 

The road only brought you so far. It turned into a dirt path, which then turned into just the imprint of tire tracks. Your car wasn’t equipped for mountainous terrain, so you had to get out and walk. You weren’t ill-prepared for a hike; you made a point to change clothes before leaving the house, and your work shoes were worn-in enough to withstand a trek through the forest. You only feared losing one of your gloves.

It was Hannibal you were worried about. You’d never seen him in anything but a full three-piece suit and today was no exception. He’d taken off his jacket and vest, but having to hike in suit pants and dress shoes was far from ideal. 

You were in the middle of a game of ‘how many 12 gauge bullets can I fit on my person’ when you heard the rumbling of an ATV coming down the track. You loaded a shell into the gun and watched it turn the corner and stop in front of you. Hannibal stood behind you, looking dignified as ever. 

The driver dismounted the vehicle and took off their helmet. The woman beneath the helmet looked like she’d either lived a hard 20 years or an easy 50 years. You didn’t pay much attention to her face. She looked nourished and had a head full of hair, so she wasn’t one of Chase’s slaves. 

“Are you ‘prefect’?” You asked, squinting at her from behind the gun. “Or ‘Aunt Lydia’?” 

“You must be [F/N] [L/N].” The woman said. “Vanguard sent me to pick you up, but didn’t say anything about a guest.” 

“What’s to stop me from blasting your head off, taking that ATV and going up there myself?” You spat. 

The woman disregarded your question. She pulled a walkie-talkie from her belt and clicked it on. “Vanguard, [L/N] is here and she brought a friend.” 

The device crackled, then Chase spoke. “Is it a cop?” 

The woman scanned Hannibal up and down. “No.” 

“Let her off with a warning, then.” Chase instructed. “She knew the rules.” 

“You heard the man.” She pulled a pistol from her holster and pointed it at Hannibal with full intentions to shoot him dead. He put his hands behind his head, but didn’t seem at all fazed. 

You aimed the gun at the woman’s head. “I don’t think you want to do that.” 

“Don’t waste your ammo, love.” Hannibal said to you. “She’s obviously bluffing.” 

“You want to find out?” She pulled the hammer back. 

“Hannibal, she’s not bluffing!” Your voice started to shake. 

“Yes she is, darling.” He insisted. “Nobody would be stupid enough to fire off a shot this close to an active naval base.” 

She lowered her pistol. “What are you talking about, there’s no military base up here.” 

“Of course there is.” He refuted. “Camp David is within a few miles of here.”

For a moment, she looked genuinely fearful. You thought you saw her cult mask begin to slip as she remembered that there was a world outside of the one Chase cultivated. 

“Oh.” Hannibal feigned surprise. “That is, unless, Chase Mulvaney didn’t tell you.” 

The woman narrowed her eyes. “I’m his right-hand woman, he tells me everything.” 

Hannibal clicked his tongue. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but it seems he sees you as just as disposable as Catherine Miller. He sent you down here to kill anyone [F/N] brought along with her, catching the attention of the military personnel on base and ultimately throwing you under the bus.” 

“He wouldn’t.” She snapped. “Chase loves me like a sister.”

“I’ll bet that’s what he tells the other girls.” You commented. 

Judging by the look on her face, you were right. And you struck a nerve. 

“But, if you are so inclined to do Chase’s dirty work for him,” Hannibal said, loosening his collar. “At least try not to get blood on my suit pants.” 

She held the gun out for a few moments, then dropped it. “He would want to kill you himself.”

“That’s more like it.” You said, mounting the vehicle with your gun slung over your back. 

“Vanguard doesn’t mind two armed strangers on his property?” Hannibal asked, having to yell over the revving of the engine. 

The woman scoffed. “It doesn’t make any difference. Bullets don’t work on Vanguard.” 

You furrowed your brow. “What?” 

“Vanguard is blessed with the armor of Christ.” She said, with 100% conviction. There wasn’t a trace of irony or sarcasm in her voice. “No bullets can pierce his earthly flesh.” 

“Do you actually believe what you’re saying, or is this all some kind of fucked-up extended metaphor?” You asked. 

“Vanguard proved it in chapel.” She insisted. “He fired a gun at his chest and it didn’t puncture him! The bullet just crumpled against his chest.”

“Wow.” You said, flatly. This person’s rationality was so scrubbed away, she could be fooled by even the lamest of magic tricks. 

“The people of North Korea believe that Kim-Jong Il is responsible for inventing the hamburger.” Hannibal whispered to you. “Because they don’t have access to any information that proves otherwise.” 

“Yeah, we’re about to ‘prove otherwise’ alright.” You muttered back with a smile. 

After a few minutes, the outline of a building appeared. As you grew closer, you saw a cheaply-constructed cabin made for quantity, not quality. Next to it was a chapel, but it was only identifiable as such because of the massive cross. With industrial metal siding and no visible windows, it resembled a bomb shelter. 

The woman unceremoniously dumped you both off the ATV at an opening in the razor wire fence.

"Morning devotional is at eight." She explained. "You'll hear the bell ring. You'll be expected to attend, of course."

"I don't give a shit what you expect." You shook your head. "I don't owe you fucks anything."

"But you owe Jesus everything." She said, matter-of-factually.

“What in the Midsommar fuck is this?” You said, squinting in the early daylight. 

“Come on.” Hannibal took your gloved hand in his. “Let’s find our Will.” 

The sun was just beginning to rise over the mountains off in the distance, coloring the sky as red as the blood on Chase's hands.

"It's going to be light soon." Hannibal whispered. "We only have so long before people start to wake up."

"So where do we check first?" You asked.

"At eight, the chapel will be full and the cabin will be empty." Hannibal pointed out. "That gives us fifteen minutes to search the chapel until people start filing in."

You nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

You snuck towards the entrance to the chapel and crept inside without a sound. One look and you knew you had a lot of ground to cover in only fifteen minutes.

The chapel looked like the inside of a shipping container. You knew that growing up Catholic gave you a certain image of how church should look, but this was hardly a structure, let alone a place of worship. Much like the outside, the only feature that identified this building as a church was the massive cross, which was not even mounted on the wall or suspended from the ceiling. It just laid lazily against the back wall. A couple of folding tables with some linens draped over them made up a bare-bones altar, decorated with nothing but a couple of candles. The high windows gave the chilling feeling that the room was underground.

"You'd think with ninety million dollars, they could afford some real chairs." You commented, looking disgustedly at the rows of folding chairs.

"This isn't a summer camp." Hannibal observed. "This is a military base."

Your foot hit a loose tile on the ground. You took a knee and grabbed it. A whole patch of tiles lifted with it, revealing a small secret door. 

“I think you might be on to something.” You said, looking up at Hannibal. 

You slung your gun over your back and carefully descended the ladder while Hannibal kept watch. 

“It’s dark down here.” You called up. You heard the striking of a match and Hannibal handed you a lit candle. You were about to thank him when the sharp tones of a bell cut through the silence. 

“Shit.” You cursed. “Hannibal, close the hatch.” 

“I’m not going to leave you.” Hannibal’s voice hardened. 

“This bunker is narrow as Christ’s asshole.” You said. “I can handle it. You need to investigate the cabin.” 

“Darling-” 

“Go to the cabin. Now.” You demanded. “I’m not asking.” 

Hannibal smiled down at you, feeling a sense of pride. He knelt down beside the trap door, and reached for your hand. He removed your glove and pressed his lips against your skin. “Godspeed, my indulgence.” 

You saluted. “And also with you.” 

#hannibal lecter #hannibal x you #hannibal x reader #hannibal nbc #the sommelier #will graham #hannibal x you x will #hannigram x reader #will graham x reader #will graham x you #catholic humor #can y'all tell i'm an excat #the lord be with you #and also with you

[angelfireeast]

4400 1x07 Empowered Women Empower Women

My thoughts as the episode aired:

It's my girl Claudette's big backstory 🤗

Mrs Grover and Claudette friendship for the win!

Loving all the plants & dark room. Loving all her personality coming out

Jharrel is not slick with women🤭

Shanice is mad at hell but in full care taker mode with Andre🥰

That contact the government is the devil and they are entrapping the Cult of the 4400 (my new name for them in the Hotel). No one should sign that thing. It's just a way to track them and trap them

Is Claudette scared of her husband? I will fight him if he's hurting my girl

So Andre was sick cause he was carrying around all that outside pain & healing he put on and the only way to get rid of it is to put it back outside his body?

Soraya and LaDonna friendship for the win🥰

Claudette's husband is the lowest of the low. I HATE HIM! See there is good reason she was so happy to be here. He had everyone thinking he was a Saint and he was bastard🤬 I'm so glad she free of him

I'm so glad we are finally hearing about LaDonna's dad and her relationship with him. I really want to know what going there

Lol "I've known these people for half a season of tv"😂

Soraya teaching LaDonna about friendship is much needed🥰

Wait Claudette has a daughter!?! Did I get that right #CW4400 or is Bab is her friend? Her sister? Who is in that newspaper?

Jessica doesn't see the 4400 as humans I don't care if your drowning cause you are a nasty person. Suffer

I laughed so hard at Andre not being able to cut Shanice and Claudette getting sick and tired and just doing it herself. She has no time for pussy fitting around😂

My theory has been proven correct on the powers

I love that the 4400 all showed up in their clothing they arrived in to the bar. Get him!

I love everyone coming to defend Claudette when the guy came stomping over to her.

She got the promotion she deserves!!!

The chemistry between Andre and Shanice is off the chain. They get along so well it overcomes the situration they going through

Soraya is so smooth is that line about a cold bitch just needs someone to melt for. Soraya is so much better then Jessica. Keisha go get it!

LaDonna decided to stay qnd she decided to pick real friendship. I love that she felt so empowered and part of something real. Girl you have the most real friends you will ever have in Andre, Claudette, Shanice, Hayden, Jharrel and more. Her dad called her🤔

Good apology by Andre. It's so important to have a apology to be genuine without a "but"

I love Andre telling Shanice how much he cares about her. It was such a good speech and explosion of feelings. This what I want from my ships. "I don't want share you. I've been trying to play it cool so I don't scare you away" communication problems talked out right away

All my ships happening at once tonight:

Shanice and Andre took the next step in their relationship 😆

Soyara & Keisha got together 😆

Claudette & Jharrel kissed😆

Claudette's husband is prue evil. I hope that man died painfully. The man is trash. No he's just shit in human form. Trying to put Claudette in a mental hospital to control her. My blood boiled when she begged him. I'm so glad she free of that evil

Noooooo LaDonna left and her goodbye video to Andre got me right in the heart.😭 She left him comfort food🥺 Their friendship is everything. She kept those photos of him. I hope someone joins LaDonna on her trip to visit her dad

Thr Rev is so evil. He controlling everyone and wants to be the only person they turn. He got that cult leader behavior down. He doesn't care about their best interests of his people.

#cw 4400 #4400 #4400 cw