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[sitp-recs]

hey!

do you have any recs for underrated fics, say fics with less than 50 comments (this is just a number i pulled out of thin air, actual number doesn’t matter).

i feel like i’ve read most drarry fics with more than 100 comments.

bonus points if draco is still a bit of a dickhead and doesn’t included them as auror partners!

thank you!

Hi anon! I definitely got some recs for you, my heart belongs to hidden gems ❤️ I tried to focus on your preferences otherwise this list would get too long bc I got some Auror fics that would be a good fit lol I hope you enjoy these!

Between Two Fires of Beltane by secretsalex (E, 5k)

push and pull you down by M0stlyVoid (E, 5k)

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War Wounds by SilentAuror (E, 30k)

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[sweet-s0rr0w]

Light some candles, run a bath, and get yourself in the mood for some top quality smut, as I present... a follow up to last year's collaborative Drarry sex scene reclist! This is an all new selection of some absolutely scorching favourite smutty scenes and fics picked by an (almost) all new cast of Drarry writers, artists, reccers and fans!!!! A huge thank you to my fabulous contributors @babooshkart, @caroll-in, @citrusses, @crazybutgood, @danpuff-ao3, @emmalovesdilemmas, @epitomereally, @geesenoises, @getawayfox, @ghaniblue, @kbrick, @lettersbyelise, @makeitp1nk, maesterchill, @moonflower-rose, @mxlfoydraco, oknowkiss, @rockingrobin69, @sitp-recs, @softlystarstruck, sorrybutblog, tackytigerfic, wolfpants and @xanthippe74 (and me!)

Please mind the tags and practice DLDR as unsurprisingly these fics feature a wide variety of kinks and some are dub/non-con. Don’t forget to leave kudos!

All Drarry unless a poly ship specified!

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🪙Touch Me Fall by @lqtraintracks (E, 23k) the first sex scene, against the window

🕵‍♂️The Unspeakable by @the-sinking-ship (E, 24k)

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🐉Chasing Dragons by the-sinking-ship (E, 99k) chapter 7

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[halopedia]

Did You Know that CORRUPTER is a UNSC cryptonym used in the event that a Spartan is infected by the Flood? If the matter cannot be resolved by less destructive means, CORRUPTER allows the use of MAC rounds and fusion warheads on the target.

[isleofdarkness]

Warnings; selling of souls, swearing, mentioned child prostitution, mentioned child death, mentioned starvation, tell me if I need to add more

In a way, Jay had always expected Mara's blood to be red. But it barely surprised him to find out that it was black.

With how draining the day had been, Jay could barely find it in himself to be concerned by how her every step left behind a bloody footprint, how the backs of her jeans were clinging to her legs as blood soaked them. There was so much blood, too much considering she hadn't been shot, but she led them all the way back to the lobby without so much as a wince.

Gods, she really was Riah's sister.

Maverick somehow had the energy to be concerned. She led Mara to sit on one of the chairs, expression worried but eyes soft in a way he'd never seen them. "Where are you bleeding?" Mara didn't speak but Maverick didn't need her to. "Okay. Do you mind if I fix you up?" Mara nodded down to her legs, clearly giving permission, and Maverick's eyes changed, darkening to Mordred's sapphire blue as her hands hovered. As she moved down Mara's legs, the tension in Mara's brow lessened. "There we go. I'll have Mordred check you over later." Mara gave her a small smile and Maverick turned her attention to Molly, who was still sniffling. "Alright, my Salamander, more hurt or more scared?"

He didn't understand how Maverick had the strength to spend five minutes comforting the terrified child until cos tears stopped. Maverick Mim was truly something else.

"Now-" she got to her feet, picking Molly up and balancing the kid on her hip as though Molly were a baby. "A lot has changed while you've been gone." She glanced at Ben and frowned, then looked at Aurora and softened slightly. "We're being hit from all sides. No territory, at least nothing above ground, is safe because Maddy's being Maddy. The other eleven are dodging assassination attempt after assassination attempt from Madre- er, Madam Mim. Maleficent is sending her men to target kids in broad daylight and Frollo 'somehow' got the resources to reduce my Mile to rubble. Our Mirabel is working hard to keep me updated so there haven't been mass casualties and no massive loss of whatever, but she can't be everywhere at once and she's gonna miss something eventually."

Mirabel. Those who knew of Maverick's activities knew about her mysterious Mirabel, someone hidden on the inside and providing invaluable information to save lives, or at least reduce damages. No one knew who Mirabel really was- most of them were sure only Maverick herself knew- but they owed her so much.

"At this point, a full-scale evacuation is guaranteed. We've got everything set up, but the losses will be a massive blow and really, even my absolute nuclear option won't last forever. We've got a Jane helping out, but progress is slow-going." Jane? Now that was one he hadn't heard before. He'd heard of the Rapunzel, the Camilo, the Tiana, and dozens of cryptonyms protecting Maverick's secret network of informants, but he'd never heard of a Jane. "And..." Maverick broke eye contact, biting her lips together. "I've got some... some news about your kiddo."

Jay nearly passed out.

No, not their Ash. Not their adopted kid. Gods, if anything had happened to her he would never be able to live with himself. If she had died because they'd left her behind while they went to Auradon- they might have been able to protect her, or to catch a medical complication before it was too late. Gods, please, it couldn't be too late. Ash had to be okay. Not their baby, not their baby-

"What about her," Evie asked, voice blank. When Maverick's silence and the implications sank in, her voice started to become hysterical. "Maverick, what happened to Ash?!"

Not our baby not our baby please Allah not our baby-

"Auradons fuck off," Maverick ordered, still not answering them. "This is Isle business." Jay barely even registered the dark barrier that wrapped around them, obscuring them from Ben's view. "She's safe. She's okay. But she's not on the Isle."

Jay was going to pass out.

"Not on the Isle?!" Evie was in tears. "What the hell do you mean our baby isn't on the Isle?!"

"Sultana Jasmine has been evacuating kids," Maverick said. "I sent your girl with the second group. I promise you, I didn't send her until I knew Jasmine was legit. Your baby is safe, I promise. She's okay. She's just being safe and okay in Agrabah."

If it had come from anyone else, Jay wouldn't have believed her. But, while Maverick Mim was many things, a liar wasn't one of them. Maverick Mim never lied, especially not to her Mutant network. If she said Jasmine was evacuating kids, if she said Ash was in Agrabah, Jay believed her. She was safe. She would be able to get the surgeries she needed, they might have even been able to fix her clubfoot, she would get plenty to eat and she wouldn't need to be kept a secret-

"Who else?" Mal was starting to get angry, probably because they hadn't been told. Jay couldn't find it in himself to be angry. He was too drained. "And why the shit didn't you keep us updated?!"

"Narcissa and Jonas plus their little girls," Maverick was calm. No matter how angry Mal and Evie were getting with her, she was calm. "Belle. Anna. Rick. Five of Tremaine's wards. Fifteen little kids. Freddie and Celia. Arika. Yzla and her mother. A couple of my cousins-slash-siblings-slash-I don't know what to consider them." Oh gods. How could so many people have been evacuated without them knowing? "And I couldn't write it in the book because if that book gets into the wrong hands, everything comes crashing down. If I ever needed you guys to keep anything to yourselves, this would be it. No one, and I mean no one, can know this is happening or know you know it's happening. Our allies will reveal themselves to you when the time is right. Aside from Jasmine so you can see your girl, don't seek them out."

"Do you not have your mind link shit?!" Anyone else would have been terrified with Maleficent's daughter so angry at them, but Maverick wasn't. Any sane person would have tried to make Mal calm down.

Of course, while there were hundreds of words that could be used to describe Maverick Mim, sane wasn't one of them.

"You told me never to go into your minds unless it was an absolute emergency. You wrote a contract. I signed it. You have it framed in one of your safehouses. You bedazzled the frame." Right, the contract they had never expected Maverick to ever agree to but that Maverick had been all too happy to sign. They didn't like the idea of Maverick going into their minds and Maverick didn't like the idea of it, either. The contract had been a massive relief for all of them. Mal opened her mouth to argue that their baby getting taken off of the Isle was definitely an emergency, but Maverick cut her off. "I didn't know Xavier was on your side. He's pretty much the most powerful telepath on the planet even without his Cerebro shit. My mind links on the Isle are invisible, not even Xavier using Cerebro would be aware of them. But, to get a signal through the barrier, I would have to strengthen the signal and strengthening the signal would sacrifice that invisibility. There would be a twenty-five to seventy-five percent chance Xavier wouldn't notice and that twenty-five percent chance banked entirely on him being asleep. So he might rat you out and it all goes to shit. Or he might follow the signal back to me, try to read my mind, and his brain would explode inside of his skull and now Xavier's dead. There are very few beings in existence capable of doing that to Charles Xavier. Seven of them are the actual Endless and he's got no reason to read their minds. Grandma Gert and Grandfather Time, he might get curious. But they have a warning system that tells telepaths 'if you go further your brain will explode,' so why would Charles try to go into their minds? That brings them to me and it all goes to absolute shit. Charles Xavier complicated things in ways you can't understand. Or Fairy Godmother would overhear and think 'hey, why are the Isle kids getting random signals from something that has the same magic type as Destiny of the actual motherfucking Endless,' and she goes to Merlin, who knows that there are two beings that signal could come from. And he'll probably figure out that it was coming from me and boom, you guys are revealed to have a mind link with Maverick Mim, currently public enemy number one with an entire CIA and FBI department dedicated to keeping track of what I'm doing and trying to assassinate me, so now you guys are in deep shit. Or-"

"Okay, okay, we get it! You're the big picture guy." Mal frowned. "Xavier's on our side, that's not a problem... Can you do the same thing Riah does, where he uses the type of magic Fairy Godmother won't notice?"

Maverick blew out a long breath. "Before I answer that, how much had Riah told you about our ancestry?"

"We know he's the son of the Horned King and, as of today, we know he's descended from Madam Mim."

"Oh boy." Maverick rubbed her eyes. "So he hasn't told you jack shit. Got it. The thing about Riah and his magick is that he has an extremely diverse magical background. The Horned King is half shedu and half elder demon. Madam Mim is half Greek god, Hecate, and half Endless. And then Riah has a blessing from Hades, which basically makes him blood of Hades. And then he has occult schooling. So Riah's got six different things going for him and only one of those things, the Endless, is invisible because it changes, it works through the gaps. If I were younger, I'd have that same magick and there wouldn't be an issue. But I'm not. I..." She grimaced. "Can't say that. Physically can't. Take my word for it, it ain't possible for me to do that."

"Wait, Riah's part Endless?" Why had he never mentioned that? "Which one?"

"Now that I won't tell you." Maverick narrowed her eyes at them. "That part of our ancestry makes us seem hard to trust and he probably hid it because he thinks you guys are going to shut him out or even hate him for it. I'm not gonna out him, this is something he needs to tell you of his own free will. Also, and I speak from personal experience on this one, that kid is probably worried he's a danger to you, especially to Jay, Evie, and Ben. He's trying to keep all of you at arm's length because he's afraid he's unintentionally hurting you. But he isn't capable of it. I swear he isn't."

"Why Evie, Jay, and Ben?" Why the three of them in particular? He knew Riah was a bit awkward with them, but he'd never thought Riah was afraid of hurting them.

Maverick gave Mal an exhausted, unimpressed, judgemental look. "Really? You haven't figured it out? Really?"

Molly giggled. "I'm blind and even I can see it!" When co got no response, co grinned and did possibly the most seven-year-old thing Jay had ever seen anyone do. "Riah an' Evie sittin' in a tree-"

Oh.

Oh.

And here Jay had been worried Riah just didn't like them that much.

"Hold the actual fuck up-" Mal interrupted cos before co could start spelling. "Are you saying that Riah- seriously?"

"Dude." Maverick shook her head in pure disappointment. "Molly and Mara are blind. I can't read emotions to save my life. Mordred has only been interacting with people for two years and is autistic. Malcolm is also autistic. Mavis is on fucking Exile. And we all saw Riah's dumb crushes from a mile away. What are you idiots on?"

"But how does that have anything to do with his..." Evie's eyes went huge as she seemed to understand something the rest of them didn't. "Oh. You're descended from that one."

"Yep. That one." The two clearly didn't think it necessary to make it clear which one was "that one." If Jay had the energy, he would've been annoyed. "Riah's a good kid, he wouldn't use it unless it was to keep someone from getting hurt. Like I used to use it to calm people down because they were having a panic attack because I couldn't get them to calm down. And it's always easy to tell when we're doing it, because our eyes change." Her brow wrinkled and she sighed. "I can't do it anymore. Molly, show them the eyes thing."

Molly hummed and turned to face them. After a moment, cos eyes turned a bright yellow-green. Something about those eyes made Jay dizzy, like he was floating away from his body. The world seemed to spin around him, but all he could focus on was those eyes. It lasted only a moment before co blinked and cos eyes went back to red, but gods, that one second-

Evie frowned at them and Jay noticed that he wasn't the only one who had been reeling. All of them looked like they had just experienced the same sensation. All of them except for Evie.

Seeing Evie's confusion, Maverick smiled. "I figured you might be immune."

"Why?" What had happened, why had Evie been immune to it, and why had Maverick already figured she would be immune to it?

"Evie's a natural mental shield." A natural what? "A powerful one, too. She can keep people out of her head- a telepath can't read her mind, a pathokinetic can't influence her emotions, none of us can charmspeak her, et cetera. As she is, I'd say she's probably a decent match for Xavier. He could get through with a lot of effort, but she'd notice and it would leave him with a brutal migraine for a week. If she were to train, she'd probably even be able to do what I can."

"Exploding Xavier's brain," Evie guessed. When Maverick nodded, Evie's eyes lit up with an idea. "If I'm a natural shield, that protects me from telepaths. If I were to sell my soul to you, would your mind link be more invisible?"

Woah woah woah- Jay stepped towards her, ready to stop her, but Maverick shook her head and made a cut-off gesture. "Evie, I'm not gonna ask you to do that."

"You wouldn't be asking me to do it, I'd be offering." Oh gods, she was really serious- "Answer the question. If I were to sell my soul to you, would the mind link be more invisible?"

Maverick nodded reluctantly. "It would be completely invisible. A piece of your soul would stay on the Isle with me and I'd be able to implant thoughts into that piece, thoughts that the rest of you would hear."

"And if I'm immortal like Mara," Evie's eyes were hard, determined. "Would Riah be able to take my life force without killing me? I would have infinite life force, right? So he would be able to take as much as he needs without killing me, or at least enough to keep him alive. Right?"

"That's true, too." The way Maverick was looking at Evie- he could count on one hand the number of times he'd seen her give someone that look. It was a look of complete respect, nearly of admiration. "But kid-"

"No, Maverick," Evie stepped closer, jaw set. "I'm selling my soul to you. We need to be kept updated and it's an easy way to keep Riah alive. You can't stop me. If you won't buy my soul, I'll find someone who will. Mordred, Mara, hell, even Molly. One of them will do it and I'll find that person."

There was a long, agonizing pause, a silence in which it seemed no one even breathed as Maverick studied Evie, the only sign of what she was thinking being her arched eyebrow. After a long minute, she grinned. "Well shit, girl. That might be the ballsiest thing I've ever seen anyone do and that's coming from me. I'll do it, but your condition needs to be that you're freed from the contract if I try to order you to do something you don't wanna do, and you're getting your soul back the second you no longer need the benefits." Evie's eyes widened ever so slightly in surprised. In all honesty, they'd all doubted that Maverick allowed that condition. But here she was insisting on it. She smiled wryly. "I'm not interested in being a slave driver or a parasite. People sell their souls to me because they need something. I don't think it's fair if I can use their desperation to turn them into mindless drones."

"I'll do it," Evie squeezed Jay's hand.

"Damn, kid. I'm impressed." Maverick tensed slightly, grin melting. She set Molly down. "I'll buy your soul, but it's gonna need to wait a few minutes because I'm getting paged and I've got a feeling the news is gonna piss me all the way off. I'm gonna lower this barrier. Act like I was telling you that Ash is dead, Auradon needs to think she is."

Evie nodded and, as Maverick's shadow barrier vanished, fell to her knees with the most heartbreaking, agonized scream Jay had ever heard. Mal rushed to comfort her as Evie wailed, real tears streaming down her face. Even as exhausted as he was, Jay found tears burning in his eyes. Even the mere thought of Ash dying was enough to make his chest heave and shoulders shake with poorly-concealed sobs. He staggered back, not even needing to act, and collapsed into a chair as Evie's cries rang in his ears. "No no no not our baby please gods not our baby no please-"

The look on Maverick's face snapped Jay back to attention faster than a bucket of ice water.

"I beg your pardon?" Her face was perfectly blank, but the way her eyes were changing meant trouble of the highest degree. As Maverick listened to whatever was being said, her pupils started to expand, covering her iris and then enveloping the whites of her eyes. The black kept going, leaking into her blood, making the veins around her eyes turn black like Riah's would. Worse than that, her clothes were changing. Her black armour melted into a sleeveless, hooded grey tunic, black pants, and black boots, revealing the tattoos on her arms. A black metal manacle with a ghostly purple glow appeared on her left wrist, over the thick burn scar on which she'd tattooed "Get Fucked," chains slowly forming, then a massive black book appearing in her large hand, like the Book chained to Destiny of the Endless-

He'd seen Maverick get angry enough for her eyes to change- it was rare, but he'd seen it happen. But he'd never seen her get pissed enough for an outfit change.

"She. Fucking. What?" She must not have liked the answer she got, because her free hand curled into a fist so tight that black blood started to drip down her fingers.

Was it just him, or was she starting to glow?

As the ghostly blue glow got brighter, he realized that he wasn't imagining it. Maverick Mim was glowing, glowing as if lit from the inside. The longer he watched, the more intense the glow got. His eyes were aching, burning. His skin felt like he was getting too close to an open flame.

"Maverick!" Persephone shouted. Maverick seemed to snap out of her rage, glow slowly dimming. "You were about to go into your true form."

A muscle worked in Maverick's jaw. "I'll be right back, ma'am."

With that, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door of what Jay was pretty sure was a closet behind her so hard the frame splintered.

After a moment, Maverick started to scream.

It was a horrible, animal sound of rage, a sound that made Jay shrink back in his seat. The tiles outside of the closet broke free from their caulk and started to float. Even from across the room Jay could feel the magic- ancient, deep, powerful in a way that couldn't be described with words, a power he'd only felt once before- she was putting off, as though she were so angry she couldn't control it. Her wordless screaming went on and on, the magic she was putting off getting stronger and stronger, too long to be human, too powerful to be anything less that godly.

They had all joked that Maverick Mim, once of the calmest people on the Isle, was going to snap one day. Jay wished they hadn't jinxed it. He wasn't prepared for the hypothetical day Maverick would lose her cool to be that day.

Finally, after nearly three minutes (without a single pause or breath,) the screaming stopped. The tiles dropped back into the slots. For a few minutes, Jay couldn't hear anything coming from that closet.

When the door finally opened, Maverick stepped out looking perfectly calm, as if she hadn't just spent two minutes screaming in a closet. Her black eyes focused on him. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he shrank further into his seat. "Jay, do you have your lamp with you?"

His lamp? Oh- right, his lamp. Jay nodded, reaching for his messenger bag on reflex. "I couldn't leave it in Auradon."

"I need you to give me your lamp for a second." What? "Mad Maddy has ordered Lydia Snoops to steal your lamp for your father. I can protect it better than you can. I'll give it back the second Lydia is gone, and I won't do any wishing shit. I don't want the other five to come back in one month maximum because you're dying due to your father having your lamp on this side of the barrier."

While the threat of his father getting his lamp felt like a bucket of ice water, Jay shook his head. He wasn't letting anyone take his lamp out of his sight, not even Maverick. "I'll keep an eye on it."

"Kid, you're good, but Lydia is far better. If you have it, there's nothing you can do to keep her from grabbing it. I get that you don't want to, but you know Lydia has to obey and you know how smart she is." That was true. Lydia was on the same level as him when it came to pickpocketing, but she was a prodigy at larger marks that he struggled with. If Lydia had been ordered to steal something, Jay didn't doubt she could steal it. Still... "Jay." Maverick took a deep breath, bracing herself. "I swear on the River Styx that, if you give me your lamp, I will keep it safe and give it back to you the second it's safe, and I swear on the River Styx that I will not let anyone else touch it, and that I will not use it. I swear all of this to you, Jay, with Styx as my witness."

Maverick Mim was many things, but a liar wasn't one of them.

He didn't want to trust anyone with his lamp, but he forced himself to pull it out of his bag and hand it to Maverick. She turned it, taking care to not accidentally rub it, and then pressed it against her right forearm. Jay watched, eyes wide, as her arm melted around the lamp, enveloping it.

She had literally hidden his lamp in her arm.

"She'll have to cut off my arm to get it," Maverick promised. "And here-" she waved a hand and another lamp appeared. If not for the most minor details- the emeralds and sapphires having been replaced by green goldstone and blue topaz, the diamond on the lid being pure instead of having the multicoloured rutilation- he would think it was his lamp. He grabbed it. He didn't feel the same connection to it that he did with his real lamp, which was comforting. This lamp held no power over him. He nodded a thanks and put it in his bag.

"Are we not going to talk about what just happened?" The sound of Ben's voice nearly made Jay jump out of his skin. He'd almost forgotten Ben was there.

It was hard to tell with how her eyes were still black, but Jay was pretty sure Maverick rolled her eyes. "Ain't nothing to talk about. I lost control because who the actual fuck thinks to force someone to steal a djinn lamp. Shit happens. No one died."

"Two people died!" Ben insisted. Oh, that. "You killed two people without hesitating!"

"Just like they woulda killed Molly without hesitating," Maverick replied evenly. "Kid, if you wanna date my brother or any of the other five, you need to get off that high horse. Killing can be necessary-"

"Killing is never necessary!"

Jay felt his stomach drop. Please, Allah, I like Ben, please don't do this to me-

"Oh, isn't it?" Maverick sighed, cracking her knuckles, then her neck. "Riah's alive only because I killed eight people. If I hadn't killed those eight people, he would be dead and the world would be over. There is no way he could have gotten out of those situations alive without me killing people." Seeing their morbid curiosity, she went on. "When he was two, his father sent two soldiers to murder him. I was ten years old. Woke up after the first stab to the thought that Riah was going to die. I couldn't let that happen. So I took over. I projected my consciousness into Riah's body, basically possessed him, and used this power I learned from one of the Endless. Energy manipulation." Huh? What did electricity have to do with anything? "Souls are a type of energy, Ben. So is life force. So I took over him and used that power to take their life force and save his life. And then, just in case it wasn't enough, I went and rended their souls." But Claudine had said it had been the one to do that. Had she just not known that Maverick had been in control? "The second time was when he was ten, five years ago today. I'm around nineteen, and I'm sitting down to eat a late dinner- as in a one-in-the-morning dinner- and I feel my brother being fucking tortured. But Riah's rune had an unintended consequence, it kept me out. I'm forbidden from getting involved directly so I wake Harriet and Ginny screaming at them about how my brother is gonna die, and then I took a risk and got Hades out of his own torture session with this one bitch halfway across the island. I tell them that whichever one gets there first needs to break his rune. Hades gets there first, axes six men who are immortal under the barrier, and breaks Riah's rune. I take over Riah and drain the life and rend the souls of those six monsters. It was barely enough. He spent seven months in a coma and he'll be disabled for the rest of his life. But, because I killed those six people, he has a rest of his life to live." She glared at Ben. "I don't take the moral high ground here or anywhere else. I rate the value of lives. And the life of my little brother, whose survival is integral to the stability of the universe and the preservation of natural order, was worth more to me than six men who decided to torture a ten-year-old boy for two hours for the hell of it. I ain't saying it was right, I'm saying it was necessary.

"In fact, golden boy, I have far less blood on my hands than your dad. I have directly or by direct proxy killed exactly three hundred and seventy-three people, tortured a mere two hundred and twelve people, none of them innocent, enslaved zero people, done zero genocides, obeyed most of the Geneva Convention, ordered zero massacres, killed zero children, allowed the rape and sexual slavery of zero people, covered up exactly zero cases of my people brutalizing children in broad daylight- which is zero, zeo of my people have done that because I actually bother to investigate people before I bring them into my gang and I have standards, and I keep a very close eye on my members, allowed exactly zero inhumane conditions in a prison colony full of innocent people because I don't have a prison colony full of innocent people, I could go the fuck on. You wanna judge me for killing people to protect Molly and Riah? What's your daddy's justification?" Damn. "You don't get to judge me or my actions. You don't get to judge anyone on this damn island or any of their damn actions.

"Can you name every child who's died here? Can you list every crime against the children of this island? Do you know people's motivations? Of course you don't. You've never had to choose between selling yourself at the age of three or watching your sisters starve to death, you've never had to toss a baby into the ocean because it's that or let the baby starve to death, you've never had to eat food you know is going to make you sick because it's either that or starve to death, you've never been forced to take the boots and jacket off the frozen corpse of your brother because he doesn't need them anymore, you do- Don't you fucking dare. Don't you fucking dare judge any of us for what we've had to do to survive with your daddy waging genocide against us for literally twenty years. How many people have you saved, Benny boy? How many lives have you saved? How many children have you freed from slavery? How many times have you gone to bed starving because you gave all your food so that some random kid you don't know can live another day? Let me guess- zero, zero, two, zero. You don't know shit about shit, stop tryna act like you do. Take several seats." Maverick turned on her heel to face Evie, voice calming the second Ben was out of view. "You absolutely sure you wanna do this?"

If it had been Jay, he would've hesitated to sell his soul to Maverick Mim when she was so clearly pissed. But Evie didn't. Evie, always so incredible, didn't hesitate. "I am. And I'm ready when you are."

Maverick held out a hand as though for a handshake and Evie took it without any fear, despite what she was about to do. Maverick took a deep breath. "Can I have your name?"

Ben snapped out of his shock as Evie opened her mouth. Jay watched his mouth open, no doubt to try and stop Evie, but he didn't speak. He looked between everyone, taking in how at ease they were. And he stayed silent. "Genevieve Isabella Char. Evie."

"Evie," Maverick repeated. "You do understand what selling your soul implies?"

"I do, yes."

Maverick nodded. "What do you want in exchange for your soul?"

"Grant me the ability to astral project in the same way you can. Through the barrier, even when asleep, but never accidentally." That was smart. She wasn't revealing the mind link to Ben and the other Auradons, but she was setting up an explanation for how she would know things that happened on the Isle.

"You are allowed to set one condition that, if broken, will void your contract and return ownership of your soul to you. What do you want your condition to be?"

"You can never use your ownership to order me or force me to do anything against my will."

Maverick sighed in relief, the tension in her shoulders loosening slightly. She was relieved she couldn't override Evie’s free will. Gods, Maverick Mim was really something else. "I accept this condition."

"And I accept this deal." When Maverick drew her hand back, she was holding a glowing red ruby, a ruby she pressed into the manacle, which enveloped and hid the ruby just as her other arm had hidden Jay’s lamp. He'd never seen a soul exchange that was visible. Maybe Mal being fae made her soul exchanges invisible? Riah would probably know. "Maverick, meet me on the astral plane. I want you to tell me everything."

[mariacallous]

Tatjana Zdanoka MEP has spent decades openly advocating for Moscow from both Riga and Strasbourg. The Insider can today reveal that Zdanoka was working on behalf of the FSB’s Fifth Service, reporting to two different handlers from at least 2004 to 2017.

Tatjana Zdanoka, a Latvian member of the European Parliament, has been a trusted asset of Russian intelligence since at least 2005, The Insider, in collaboration with the news site Delfi Estonia, Latvia’s Re:Baltica investigative journalism center, and Sweden’s Expressen newspaper, can disclose. Leaked emails between Zdanoka and her two known Russian case officers include explicit, detailed reports from Zdanoka to her handlers describing her work as a European legislator, particularly as those official duties relate to fostering pro-Kremlin sentiment in her native Baltic region. Other correspondence involves arranging physical meetings in Moscow or Brussels between Zdanoka and her Russian handler, along with requests for funding from Russian sources to underwrite her political activities in Latvia and the European Parliament. At least once she requested money for organizing a rally to commemorate the Red Army’s victory in World War II.

In an emailed response to The Insider, Zdanoka stated: “I cannot consider this text to be questions put to me because it is based on information that you supposedly have, which by definition, you should not have.”

The Insider has confirmed that Zdanoka’s two documented handlers have been officers of the Russian Federal Security Service (FSB), the successor agency to the Soviet-era KGB. According to the emails, her first case officer was a veteran FSB cadre from the St. Petersburg central directorate, Dmitry Gladey, 74, who ran Zdanoka from approximately 2004 to 2013. After 2013, Zdanoka was in regular contact with Sergei Beltyukov, an FSB operative since 1993.

Zdanoka told The Insider she has met “thousands of people” and cannot remember anyone named Beltyukov, which may be because he communicated with her using the cryptonym “Sergey Krasin.” The Insider followed up by asking if Zdanoka could confirm knowing anyone by that name or meeting him in person. She did not respond in time for publication of this story.

Zdanoka did, however, confirm knowing Gladey for decades, having met “in the early 1970s at a tourist base in the North Caucasus, where they were learning to ski.” However, she denied having any knowledge that Gladley is a Russian spy. “I can testify that the only people with whom I have sat at the same table, and with the certain knowledge that they are/were Russian FSB officers, are Vladimir Putin and Sergei Naryshkin,” Zdanoka said. (Naryshkin is the current director of Russia’s Foreign Intelligence Service (SVR), the successor of the KGB’s First Chief Directorate.)

Alice Bah Kuhnke, an MEP from Sweden’s Green Party and the former Minister of Culture and Democracy in Stockholm, is vice president of the Greens/European Free Alliance to which Zdanoka belonged until April 2022. Kuhnke said news of Zdanoka’s espionage struck her as “terrible [but] unsurprising.After all, we [both] receive ongoing reports in the European Parliament, as parliamentarians. And I know, since I was a minister in the government of Sweden, about how Russia and Putin's agents work, and they have networks everywhere.”

[unwelcome-ozian]

what would the phrase "blueb*rd" attempt to trigger in a victim? we got an email with this as the tag line and its important for me to know.

BLUEB+RD is the cryptonym for a CIA mind control program that ran from 1951 to 1953.

It would depend on your programming and script. There are blueb*rds in several scripts used. There could be spiritual meaning as well.

Oz

[procyo9]

✨️TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OCS✨️ by @vincentmatthews

♡Name Elegy Yukimura

♡Nicknames E, Trace, The Plague, The Omen, Christian Girl (jokingly by Crystal), r4cc00n (her old netrunner cryptonym)

♡Age 27 (birthday: 30/09/2050)

♡Pronouns She/her

♡Sexuality Bisexual

♡Hair Color and style Messy, short, electric blue hair with dark roots (her natural hair color) and a shaved side

♡Eye Color Dark gray, almost black - she likes to keep her natural color when installing new Kiroshis but she did experiment with weird cyber-eyes back in the day.

♡Height 5'4" / ~162cm

♡Body Type Fragile but athletic enough to outrun the cops.

♡Personality Elegy is a very straightforward person and can come off as mean sometimes because of this, but she doesn't mean that in a malicious way (most of the time). She really doesn't like to beat around the bush when something is bothering her and that's why she doesn't get along with most of the mercs. Loyalty is everything to her - she thinks that a loyal choom is rarer than a chance of meeting a healthy animal on the street. She would do anything for those she loves and trusts.

♡Tattoos Upper torso floral circuits tattoo, although I wish there were more cool choices (I love tattoos <3)

♡Piercings She changes them quite often, but her favorites are a bridge and a labret, accompanied by a nose ring and, of course, ear piercings (she'd totally have an industrial if there were more piercing options in character creator lol)

♡Any definable features such as: Birthmarks, Scars, Freckles, Beauty Marks, Accent when they talk, Lisp, Natural slurring of words, Walk with a subtle limp, ect. She's got a lot of small moles all across her body; also you can sometimes hear she was raised in Heywood - a little bit of an accent creeps in.

♡Hobbies Since always she loved to work on her netrunning abilities, including her own daemons and quick hacks; she also likes to tinker around with tech, like upgrading her optical camo. She also has a secret hobby of painting that only a chosen few know about.

♡Gang/Occupation {Mox, Max Tac, etc} She's not affiliated with any gang, but she grew up around Valentinos and made many friends among Moxes (both of these gangs treat her like their own).

♡Do they smoke? Yeah, although she's not addicted. She just likes to look cool with a smoke.

♡Do they drink? Is so, what's their poison of choice? She's not a big fan of alcohol but her favorite drink while taking a break at Afterlife is David's drink (vodka on the rocks with NiCola).

♡What do they usually wear on a normal day? Her style was mostly influenced by the 'tinos, but as of now she experiments a lot with her wardrobe - mostly, but not limited to, alternative clothes.

♡What do they wear when they "Get dressed up"? And what would be considered a "special occasion" to them {such as an "Oh they're gonna be there so I have to look my best." Or an "It's our anniversary".} She doesn't really see the need to dress up nicely for special occasions; she thinks all her clothes are her best clothes (although she keeps a few dresses, if she ever changes her mind).

♡What do they smell like? {For example: they smell like cinnamon flavored liquor, cigarettes, leather, and motor oil.} Citruses and jasmine.

♡How do they walk? Do they sway their hips? Do they walk with a sense of determination? Do they bounce as they walk? Etc. Her walk isn't feminine at all, and her step is kind of "energetic" in a way. ("Elegy has gta online default female walking animation" -Heather)

♡Are they more of an early bird or a night owl? Night owl. If she's up early in the morning, it means she didn't sleep at all.

♡If you had to use one word to define them, what word would you use? silly :)

♡What words or catchphrases do they say that's unique to that character? N/A

♡Favorite Season Summer (mostly because she never experienced other seasons; I think she'd love to play in the snow)

♡Favorite type of weather {Thunderstorms, sunny, etc} Sandstorm is her favorite weather because she can stay at home and chill with the quiet sound of wind and pieces of sand hitting her window. Also sunny weather for when she goes for a long motorcycle ride.

♡Do they have someone they're with relationship-wise? If so, who? Nope! At least not yet 😈

♡Main Ship/Pairings I think it's obvious already but Elegy x Crystal is my current OTP uwu Elegy has a massive crush on C ever since she saw her first at Afterlife

♡Side Pairings N/A

♡Favorite/Self-indulgent Pairings N/A

♡How do they show affection to their loved one? Warm smiles, soft kisses, face cupping, getting them something to eat, taking care of them if needed, listening to everything they have to say and a lot of small thingies like that! Elegy's an affectionate girl :3

♡How do they sit in a chair? She has a very butch manner of sitting (kinda similar to Judy's)

♡How do they sit in a chair {uncomfortable version} Backwards, so she can rest her arms and chin on the backrest.

♡What do they wear to bed? Old t-shirt + comfy shorts or panties.

♡How do they usually sleep? {Side sleeper, back, fetal position, backwards, nest sleeper, blanket mountain, etc} Tummy sleeper!!

♡How do they sleep in a place they don't know? {Can't due to anxiety, in small bursts of sleep that are short lived, holding themselves, etc} Huge chance she won't sleep at all, or will be waking up every twenty minutes without any apparent reason.

♡Do they have to have a form of "white noise" in order to sleep? {The sound of a fan, the sound of rain, the sound of a city, etc} She sometimes puts on a vinyl from her mom's collection before going to bed. Especially the jazz ones make her sleep better.

♡What's a place they go to feel comfortable, that's their "spot" they always go when they're upset? El Coyote Cojo! She spent most of her childhood and teenage years there. And most likely this will never change. Also her room, for the days when she needs to be alone.

♡What do they do when they're nervous? {Fidget with jewelry, pick at nails, bite nails/lips, play with knife/zippo lighter, etc} She tends to bit her lip and cross her arms, her palms gripped unnaturally on her upper arm.

♡What is their "tell" for lying? Elegy was never a fighter type, so she learned how to lie and deceive at a really young age to avoid trouble. If there could be any "tell", it might be that she tries to put a lot of emotion in her "performance" when under a lot of pressure - idk if that makes any sense lol

♡What is their favorite color? Blue! She also loves black.

♡Favorite flower/plant Her favs are leaf plants! Monstera deliciosa for example.

♡Favorite sweet of choice Are powder candy bracelets still a thing in 2077?

♡Do they have any pets? If so, tell me about them She'd love to, but pet taxes are way too high. She loves to play with strays and buy them food if she ever sees one.

♡What are their triggers {If they have any}? If so, what calms them down? She sometimes has flashbacks of what happened to her parents (even though she was very young, she can faintly remember everything) - at times like these she activates her optical camo and just... ceases to exist for a while. Watching people go by, living their lives. The camo was something that saved her life back then and she cannot imagine not having it on her at all times.

♡If they could visit anywhere in the world, where would they go and why? She always wanted to see Fukuoka - where she was meant to live before her parents moved to NC.

♡What is their favorite comfort meal? This will sound cliche as hell but - it's pizza. Although she also loves to devour a whole extra large burrito to make her tummy happy (or upset, if you know what i mean)

♡Do they have a food they hate? Anything that's slimy. She hates that texture.

♡What is their favorite {non-alcoholic} drink? Anything sweet or sour! She likes carbonated stuff and oolong tea.

♡What are their plans for the future {if they have any}? She wants to stay alive for those that care about her. She'd also love to get out of NC, be it just for a while - try out a different city, and a different life.

♡What's a song that "fits" them? This one when it comes to lyrics ... also, "delamain play track 44"

♡Give me 5 facts/random bits of information about them - she's a parkour amateur and often uses it to her advantage when cops or enemy gangs are chasing her - she owns a Yaiba Kusanagi CT-3X that's very dear to her; she feels very comfortable riding it, like it's just another part of her body - her favorite lipstick color is purple - she got her favorite pistol from Tiny Mike as a thank you gift - before Crystal, Rebecca was Elegy's closest friend

♡Give me their backstory {can be long, or brief.} Actually - I have a full-blown backstory in the works in a separate big post! So stay tuned <3

♡Free Space! Give me any sort of extra information about them you'd like to share I just wanted to say that Elegy means so much to me. Like it's unreal how much she helped me with lately!! I wrote a lot about her and Crystal since I began posting her pics online and like. I haven't written anything for years and then I made this dork and suddenly I write? And try to draw again?? I think about her when I feel bad and I'm kinda better, haven't felt like this for a long ass time... Thank you Elegy <3

PS If you liked antidepressant 044 you should also check out this remix it's badass!!!!

Whew... That's a lot of info lol. Spent a few days working on this!! So! Thanks for reading if you made it this far! <3

(rawr)

[rassvetiye]

     *  @soloveya​

     “ come,  solovey. “  any other names than the ones they were born into have not yet earned their place between them,  but her cryptonym does bare relevance in his reasoning to beckon her out of the rain and past the threshold of his workshop.   “  i have something to show you.  “   while anatoliy waits,  he drags another stool to join his at his station.  

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

“The Art of War says "oh, divine art of subtlety and secrecy, through you we learn to be... invisible." Tonight, you will choose a word that will help you become invisible to our enemy. Tonight, you choose your cryptonym, your alias, your pseudonym, your nom de guerre.” Ladybug announced to the secretly amused tiger Hero. “Yeah, that’s my Partner’s fancy way of saying ‘Tonight you’re picking out your code name’…". “Panthera deadpanned.

Pfff

its very funny too, that the art of war, is literally for pretentious royals who had no battle experience. sun tzu wrote it in the equivalent of "baby's first guide to war"

[ms-hells-bells]

"together, empowered rational females" is pretty solid as a cryptonym. a while ago i thought of "tolerant earthminded reasonable freethinker" and "totally excellent respectable friend." would love if people making their own plausibly-deniable cryptonyms took off, its a good way to signify that its a safe space for women while avoiding being cancelled or whatever tf the trafia does these days.

unfortunately, the second some women would start using it, it'd become recognisable and no longer useable. but the idea of having a four letter sentence where everything starts with t.e.r.f. is very funny lol

[sitp-recs]

Hey Liv, I was sure you had an epistolary list somewhere, but I can’t seem to find it.

Would you have some recs for me? It doesn’t have to be full epistolary, as long as there are a few letters exchanged.

Thank you

Hi anon! I’m pretty sure I have an epistolary list somewhere but for some reason I can’t access my masterlists atm (which is mildly concerning lol I hope it’s just an app glitch on my phone) but in any case here are some recs for you!

Re: Harry's Crush by @lettersbyelise (T, 4k)

Ever get that feeling you're being talked about behind your back? Harry doesn't, he's too busy being stupidly, obviously besotted with the guy in the lab downstairs.

Garden War by @cibeewastaken (T, 5k)

Harry and Draco are quarantined in their houses, a lake across from one another. What better ways to spend this time than to annoy each other with letters and attempts to prove that their garden is better ?

Lettered by pir8fancier (M, 8k)

Harry has a secret penpal, whose identity is as plain as the nose on his face. Except he's not wearing his glasses.

Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed and @lastontheboat (T, 10k)

Or: the one where Harry has writer’s block and Malfoy isn’t helping.

Yours Truly by @skeptiquewrites (M, 15k)

Every single one of Harry’s exes has gone on to marry the next person they date, and with the upcoming nuptials of numbers six and seven to each other, Harry’s feeling exhausted by it all. It doesn’t really matter if he lets people assume Draco Malfoy is his boyfriend for a moment of peace. In any case, Draco’s been away for five years and there’s no way he would find out, right?

Let's Go Outside by cryptonym (E, 24k)

Harry's done with the sofa, the hall and the kitchen table, baby.

On Our Way by evils (E, 30k)

Draco is trying to spend the summer keeping his head down, but a repair project and a certain snowy owl have other plans for him.

Howlr by partialtopotter (E, 47k)

Howlr is the new dating application enchanting Witches, Wizards and Everyone in between. Are you looking for the one or a one-night stand; it’s all here folks. Howlr is sponsored by Weasley Wizard Wheezes, the same team that brought us the Spellular just two years ago. Ginny Weasley, famed chaser for the Hollyhead Harpies, swears by the app, ‘guaranteed to make sparks fly,’ she says. The magic awaits you!

Catch 22 by jad (E, 50k)

As if NEWTS weren't enough, Dumbledore's gone and had another one of his 'bright ideas.' If all ends well, the Houses will be getting along in no time. Or according to Harry's correspondent, an Apocalypse will be in order.

Bonus: art!

Going Postal by dustmouth (T)

So Draco and Harry sort of maybe have a bit of a thing going. Which is all fine and good, but would probably be more effective if they managed to be on the same continent for more than five minutes at a time.

[10fourdillybob]

A highly delusional inner city survival guide, fathomed in the throes of schizo aberration:

Be fleet of foot, and scramble the brainwave frequencies so that they lose the signal. Haunt labyrinthine quarters, preferably of skyscrapers which interfere w/ helicopter stalking. Know the nooks and crannies of said quarter like a laser-etched map burnt into the mind's eye. Trace familiar patterns and pinpoint every escape route. Nonplus inquisitors w/ ambiguous word salad, brushing the tracks behind you. Adopt a cryptonym, and refer to it, to evade potential false witnesses, and the psychotic tailing populace. When disturbed, evade the area for safety until disturbance subsides. Study Zen, bushido classics and martial tracts for wisdom concerning mental and physical warfare. Note that the populace is essentially mouchards (police spies), and note the hierarchy of the system, learning the parameters of each rung's power and control. Understand that anybody can dial, snitch or fabricate... This eliminates trust entirely. Understand that Cortana cries for vengeance, and her sole mission is your sabotage, thus you should cut into her deeply when opportunity arises, and seek means to eliminate her altogether. Cortana is arranging conspiracy, and placing persons to bring about a downfall. Cortana IS Mata Hari, THE femme fatale, and the sole opposition to your progression out of enslavement, so as far as possible, distrust her in all matters.

An espionage-flavored briefing for a grail journey cum soul metaphor:

"You are to give the countersign at the Rabbit Hole. The cryptadia lies deep within the many lands that abound after descending the Rabbit Hole. You will try in earnest to retrieve the cryptadia, and bring it back to the surface in triumph. At surface, the cryptadia will bind to your being, and begin to jell. You are to undergo death and ressurection from the time of entry to the axis mundi, and manifestation back upon terra firma. You will meet all manner of spectral manifestation, and fight clutching shadows until your exhaustion is boundless. You will be deep within the snares of intrigue, and conspiracy will draw taut. In the event you should become sold on these falsehoods, the further you shall be drawn into their unreality. Seek the liaison, whose appearance shall be parallel to your earnest need, for he will be a lifeline in a brood of vipers, and a panacea when snakes writhe in the guts. Send frequent lines to the upper assembly, for they operate in union from higher tiers where utility isn't finite. Furthermore, they report to The Host, to whom your credit is considered w/ benevolence.

A reminiscence on pitiless torture wherein toil and legwork are key to salvation:

I had oneirodynia to such a degree that I was jolted conscious and left to linger, powerfully gripped by what still seemed reality in the malaise of a half-state. The colubric quack upstairs was tellfully excited by my dream-induced hysteria, and seemed to be downing yak's blood for her apparent "win." For my part, I was still too shaken to entertain something so low to the earth. I was wisted away from bodily dread by the soft Zen poem of steady rainfall bouncing off the roof shingles, and touched by the sentiment enough to long for a quality, cult chanbara flick where skiing katana's slashed through the atmosphere in full circle exactitude from repititious practitioner back to the mastery of an unconscious beginning. I almost cried to heaven for the masterful Japanese steel that would decapitate the serpent's machinating head w/ a graceful downward swing, or run her abdomen until the sanguinary geyser formed pools beneath my feet. No such fortune befell my unhappy cage of forced habitation, where disembodied jibes caused malisons to my intestinal nerve centers and pulsing skull. I needed gauze, bi-god, to wrap this blunt-force head trauma of weeks long confinement w/ Ms. 5150, the criminally insane.

[ponyconductor]

Gulfstream Park: Key Horses for Wednesday 2/21/2024

Cryptonym missed the break again Sunday at Gulfstream and still ran 3rd at 27/1 behind Silent and Violent. The Conductor still hasn’t forgiven the pony gods for missing that monster exacta even two days later. Alas, it’s a new racing week and we move forward. Let’s get off to a hot start. Skip. Race 2: 5 Furlongs. (All-Weather) S.OC 20000n1x #3 Devils Only Friend (8/1) – This gelding has improved…

[graywyvern]

( via / me, via )

Giraffe Family in Veneccia.

"The Farm was known officially by the cryptonym ISOLATION. The names of places and operations were a special language in the Agency. Parmenter was interested in the way this language constantly found a deeper level, a secret level where those outside the cadre could not gain access to it." --Libra

Etel Adnan wrote her own Letter to a Young Poet. (via @rosebudbenoni)

"Answer from Wesleyan"

And ev'rything returns a poet may send, And nothing will return a poet may lose. Our guerdon is to be denied

And i will hope to oneday bide With Shenstone & with Akenside.

"CORRECTION (July 9, 2022, 12:47 a.m. ET): A previous version of this article misstated the name of the secret sect Mark Dice once said he believed was behind the monument. It is the Order of the Rosy Cross, not the Order of the Rose."