#davin butcher

[victoriaplaysims]

winterfest day highlights. penny and devin are back together btw! kinda cute

[harmslength]

(Mostly) NSFW Headcanons Part III

Disclaimer: Slight spoilers so be warned. Just covering movies I have seen or characters I know enough about to judge. This is just for funsies, just my own personal opinions, so it’s totally okay if you disagree. Fully aware how much of an ass I’m being. Horny hater at my core.

Disco Pigs (2001) | Enda Walsh, Kirsten Sheridan - Darren

• starting out strong with THE freak of freaks

• not to state the obvious but.. possessive, dominating, jealous asf but also loyal asf

• Incel ass behavior, would definitely have a Reddit account, frequent user of 4chan.

• would jerk off to hentai titties if he could

• would probably ask you to do the ahegao face during sex…

On the Edge (2001) | John Carney - Jonathan Breech

• as much as he would hate to admit it.. hopeless romantic. Super devoted but would have an annoying tendency to flirt with other girls to see if you’d get jealous.

• honestly.. great first bf to have. Would absolutely destroy your perception of what love should be.. but hey isn’t that first loves?

• heavy breathing and moaning in your ear. Loves to give hickeys.

Sunburn (1999) | Nelson Hume - Davin McDerby

• oh davin… dead beat baby daddy fr.. loved his character arc regardless tho

• ngl probably absolute shit in bed. He screams premature ejaculator..

• has a porn addiction, but would hide it from you

• would pick up edging and would talk about your sex life very openly with “the boys”

• loves sending nudes and nut vids if he had the chance

Intermission (2003) | John Crowley - John

• he has no qualms about saying it: you’re a whore 😌

• probably feels the need to be in charge and take control but really.. you’d be the one calling the shots mostly

• definitely the type to make stupid jokes during sex

• whiny, would definitely triple text if you didn’t respond fast enough

• still a cutie ofc

• jealousy is his middle name

Girl with the Pearl Earring (2003) | Peter Webber - Pieter

• breeding kink but not in the fun way. Breeding kink in the way where he would wanna fuck like rabbits and procreate like rabbits.

• would want you to have like 6 of his kids is what I’m saying

• acts like he’s touch starved half the time, really handsy, likes to tease and leave kisses all over you

• knows how to handle his meat

At Deaths Door (1999) | Conor Morrissey - Young Reaper

• this one is just for shits and giggles

• it’s giving virgin, inexperienced but passionate

• shy asf, again you’d probably have to make the first move

[simplegenius042]

The Repost on Fallout Casting for Megumi Fushiguccicakes for Jujutsu Kaisen Abridged react fic

"I like gigantic, heaving sophistication. Sopping wet tenderness! And a big! Fat!! Gaping sense of compassion!!!" - Megumi Fushiguro, Episode 5 JJK Abridged (by The Schmuck Squad).

As stated in the first Megumi Fushiguro casting poll post here, the cast options will only include the characters who were in the tie. It is up to you to break this tie once and for all by voting for one of the Fallout characters below:

Reasons To Why I Believe These Characters Should Be Casted listed below the cut:

Alph Dolen (my Fallout 3 Lone Wanderer OC, faceclaim Sam Blackensee) -> He's got daddy issues.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy/"Cass" (a caravan owner from Fallout New Vegas before the Van Graffs and the Crimson Caravan worked together to destroy it, Cass drunk her sorrows away at an NCR Mojave outpost, until Ryder showed up to get her contract, though managed to barter her way into getting Cass to give up her caravan name but ensuring she still gets the opportunity to start again. Impressed, Cass journeys with Ryder to New Vegas to find Benny, and Ryder helps her find justice and learn to live. Has a heart condition inherited by her father, John Cassidy) -> Cass has a father who abandoned her, like Toji did to Megumi, and her sarcasm bites.

Danse (from Fallout 4, a loyal Paladin in Maxson's chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel, helps Nate get onboard the Prydwen and meet Maxson, a capable ally who warms up to Nate, despite his xenophobic beliefs, has a crisis after finding out his entire life has been a lie when discovering he was a synth the whole time and the group who gave him purpose have turned their back on him. Nate though doesn't give up on him and gets him out of the BoS without being killed, and gives him a place amongst the Minutemen, which Danse was greatly appreciative and grateful for. It's a long journey, but he is letting go of the hatred he had towards others and himself) -> Danse's sarcasm would probably be confusing. Also man understands the importance of BROtherhood, coming from the Brotherhood of Steel. Spends more time getting stronger to avenge his teammates than looking to get hitched.

Miria (from Fallout 2, Finidy's wife after both were caught in the act by Miria's father, Grisham, causing a shotgun wedding, and throughout their journey together they become closer and Miria becomes a rather cool fighter, unlike in canon but the mods are impressive) -> Perhaps the least "Megumi" like person here, but she would call someone out for being stupid probably (she's had to deal with Davin after all).

I've also created and will continue to update (until the first set of cast polling is done) a Master List for the poll results of the casted winners. You can find it right here.

You can find my Fallout OC profiles Master List right here, which also includes a link to the original post where I pitched my react fic idea. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this, chow!

[authordanielleforrest]

Fated Mates of the Drakoan: Episode 1

He stared down at a list of names, the information in front of him overwhelming. Name after name stared back at him, along with country of origin, popularity, pronunciation, spelling variants, and so much more. He nearly growled with frustration. 

You just need to pick one.

It felt weird, just picking a name like this. He’d been putting this off, just going by “commander” when talking with the human ships, but that wasn’t exactly a long-term solution. He had to pick a name if he wanted to interact with humans with any regularity. They didn’t have the oral capacity to pronounce many Drakonian names, and from what he could tell, it was a time-honored tradition for foreigners on Earth to pick local names. And he supposed it was easier to learn to identify with a name people could pronounce than to wince every time people butchered your birth name.

With resignation, he scrolled down with his eyes closed and tapped his finger on the screen, then peeked one eye open.

Davin.

“I guess I’m Davin now.” He sighed and switched screens on his monitor, returning to the impetus that had finally forced him to pick a name—the situation with Earth. His fleet and the remainder of the human military ships surrounding the planet had been trying to contact Earth command for days now, too many days, and they were growing concerned.

No, that wasn’t true. They had long passed the point of “concerned.” No one said it, but he could see the panic rising in the eyes of the captains of the other ships when they had their conference calls.  Everyone was worried.  No one knew what was going on down there.

As he continued reviewing what little information they had, he tried to reassure himself that everything was probably fine. From what they could tell, those last bombs, the ones that had turned the tides of the conflict, had also deactivated or destroyed every satellite in orbit. He could communicate with the other ships, but his records indicated that a massive amount of the Earth’s communication systems relied on that satellite network that was now defunct.

His comm buzzed, startling him and jerked his mind away from his concerns for the people of Earth. “Damn it,” he said, copying a common Earth phrase he’d learned while watching their media back home. He’d grown up with it. The streaming services had set up shop on Koa for the human colony there, but it had quickly become quite popular among the Drakoans as well.

Davin looked down at his bracer, internally groaning when his sister’s name scrolled across the screen. He tapped answer, and the bracer interfaced with his desk, putting the video up on the monitor. She smiled at him in that enigmatic way she had, and he knew something was up. 

He sighed. “What did you do?”

She clutched her chest, pretending to be offended. Light glinted off pale red scales she’d clearly spent a sizable portion of the day polishing and primping to perfection. “Me? I can’t believe you’d say such a thing.”

Davin didn’t speak, instead crossing his arms and waiting for the inevitable confession. He was reminded of why he spent so much time away from home. His family was chaos incarnate and joining the military had been the only way to get a little peace in his life.

Of course, chaos could never let peace reign for long, and today was no different.

Eventually, she gave up the pretense. “It wasn’t me.” She looked away from the camera, her gaze roving around the room, and he just knew she was trying to come up with some excuse that would shift the blame away from one of her nightmarish kids. Because why else would she be calling? It certainly wasn’t to talk to him. “My son was playing in your room earlier today.”

Davin’s entire body went tense, and he saw red. “My room is off limits. You know that.” It took everything in him to keep still. He wanted to yell, to pace, but a fit of anger wouldn’t solve anything, especially not with his family. 

“Oh, you know kids. Can’t keep them out of anything,” she said, waving her hand in dismissal.

Yeah, especially when you unlock the door for the little monsters.

He could just see it now. His nephew had probably been whining and generally being a pain, and instead of actually parenting him, she’d bribed him with exploring the forbidden, aka his uncle’s locked room. “What happened?”

She held up an action figure that was currently missing an arm. “It was an accident.”

Davin ground his teeth and closed his eyes, trying to regain control.

Anger doesn’t solve anything. Besides, you can’t strangle her over a comm.

He opened them again and forced words out through gritted teeth. “That… was a Star Wars Limited Edition. I bought it when I was ten.” It was one of his most prized possessions. Growing up, he’d been obsessed with Star Wars. There had been other “Science Fiction” shows and movies to watch, but many had steered a little too close to the familiar, a little too close to home. But Star Wars? Star Wars was different. It involved special powers and the ultimate fight of good vs. evil. For a little boy, the idea of playing around with a light sword and moving things with your mind? Pure magic.

As he’d grown older, he’d started collecting. It was hard coming by these things, partially because he lived on another planet and partially because Star Wars was a very old franchise and thus a fairly niche one. Not everyone had even heard of it, and that made wanting to collect all things Star Wars even more important to him. He couldn’t enthuse about it with his friends, and so he’d thrust those impulses into his treasures.

As he’d grown up, those impulses had matured, and eventually, they’d even been part of the reason he’d decided to join the military. The idea of being like the Jedis was appealing to him. He liked the idea of being a hero, of being on the front lines, of maybe even being the only thing between peace and war. 

She waved her hand again. “I know how much you like your silly Star something or ‘nother, but he didn’t mean it. It was just an accident.”

He looked away.

There she goes again. Opens her mouth and suddenly I’m pissed.

“It wasn’t an accident,” he ground out. “It shouldn’t have been within his reach. The door was locked for good reason. I don’t want anyone touching my things. You know this.”

“Oh, it’s not that big a deal.”

“Isn’t it? You encourage him to violate someone’s privacy, their personal space, then you try to prevent him from having consequences when he damages another person’s property, which is a crime, by the way.”

She glared at him, her expression growing calculating. “Do I have to get mom on the line?”

For a split second, his heart lurched in his chest, his immediate reaction of panic setting in before he could control it. “Mom” was the ultimate authority, and each of his generation wielded it like a finely hewn weapon to be unleashed with ruthlessness. “You’re lucky I don’t have the time for this. Lives are on the line, and I need to go,” he said, changing the subject.

“Aren’t they always?” A slight smirk tipped her lips. “Well, I said what I intended to say. I’ll catch you later.”

She ended the call, and he fell back in his seat with a groan, palm covering his eyes. “Family sucks.” A part of him wished he could go home and inspect his room. What else had the little monster got into while he was breaking things? Just thinking about the possibilities sent anxiety spiking through him.

I need to upgrade my locks.

He took several deep breaths, then pulled up the messenger app on his desk. 

Hello, Mom. Can you upgrade the locks on my room? And this time, don’t give my sister a key. My nephew got in there again.

He hit send and let out a deep breath. “It’s so much easier to talk to her over text,” he said, shaking his head and chuckling at the contradictions. He loved his mom, loved his family, but most of the time, he needed at least a few hundred thousand miles between them just to stay sane.  

“Now, where was I?” He checked the open screens on his computer. “Right,” he said, staring at information that had started to blur together and almost make less sense the more he reviewed it. And the longer the problem persisted, the tighter the knots in his stomach grew. The unknown was a terrible thing, and knowing that the fate of an entire planet, an entire species, was unknown? He didn’t even want to think about what all could be going on down there. It was too much to contemplate.

Knock, knock, knock.

He looked up at his office door. “Enter.”

His second in command stepped in, shoulders pulled back and chin high. Behind him, his tail was perfectly still, speaking to the reserved presence he was known for.

“Have you picked a human name yet?” 

“Van,” he said with a nod, his line of a mouth growing even thinner. It was the closest thing to a frown he’d ever seen on the man.

“Good. Have we heard from the humans again?”

“I talked with the Captain of the USS Venture.”

“And?” Davin leaned forward, eager for news. They’d come to back up Earth’s defenses from an alien invasion days ago, only to find destruction. A shiver ran up his spine as he remembered the devastation. A massive debris field had cluttered the space around the planet, with only a handful of human ships still registering on the bridge’s display. Around those ships, countless unidentified orange dots had surrounded them, and for a heart-stopping moment, he’d wondered if his fleet had arrived too late.

But moments later, an explosion had detonated unlike anything he’d ever seen. His people were mostly peaceful, keeping to themselves, keeping a standing military exclusively for defensive purposes. He’d never seen anything like it. He’d believed it impossible. That is, until that blindingly white light had blotted out their cameras and shorted their displays, throwing the room into perfect darkness. 

They’d scrambled to get their systems back online while fearing for their allies. With no working cameras, sensors, or comms, all they’d had was their imaginations to fill in the blanks on what had happened. It wasn’t until later, when they’d reestablished contact with the other ships, that they’d learned that Earth Command had detonated a nuclear bomb. 

Many nuclear bombs.

“The satellites are a lost cause,” Van said, interrupting Davin’s thoughts.

“Oh?” he said, tuning back into the conversation. It had been easy of late to let his mind wander. There were just too many unknowns in this situation, and he didn’t like it. His mind wanted to run through tactics and scenarios, plan out strategies for each potential eventuality, but the possibilities were limitless and there was only so much time.

“The Venture’s Captain sent shuttles to investigate if they could salvage any of the satellites, but a significant percentage of them have already lost geostationary orbit. Many more will require extensive repair and some, they haven’t been able to find. He thinks they were destroyed in the blasts.”

Davin nodded. “And that means there’s no hope of communicating with Earth?”

In an uncharacteristic expression of emotion, Van sighed. “It means communication is more… difficult. As we’ve been able to confirm, their communications systems are designed around those satellites. But the captain’s also concerned that there could be broader issues at play.”

“Like?”

“The planet’s gone dark.”

Davin tensed. “Gone dark?”

“Yes. During their investigations, shuttles that traveled to the night side of the planet reported no electrical lighting visible from space.”

Meaning they’ve lost power.

“So,” Davin said, “even if we had the satellites up and running, there’s no guarantee anyone could respond.”

“That was my conclusion as well,” Van said with a nod of respect.

“Contact the human captains again. I want a conference call.”

“You have a plan?” Van asked.

“When do I not?”

Van paused, waiting for the explanation he knew was coming.

“Someone has to go down to Earth, reestablish contact. Without the satellites, there’s no way to even try to do it from here.” He shook his head, worry for the humans intensifying. What was happening down there? Were they okay? And had any of the enemy managed to slip past them before the blasts?  He hadn’t really thought of that yet, but it was possible, right?  There was no guarantee all the enemy had been destroyed.  Anything could be going on down there.  Nothing was outside the realm of possibility at this point.

“And you intend it to be us.”

Davin nodded. “I do.” He couldn’t imagine doing it any other way. Maybe it was a failing of his, but he’d always believed if you wanted something done right, you didn’t ask someone else to do it.

“They could shoot at us. They just fought off an alien invasion. You know how humans can be.”

He did. He’d seen enough human movies and shows to know sometimes their modus operandi was “shoot first, ask questions later,” but he didn’t care. The humans needed help, and he wanted to help them. 

And there was no one he trusted to do that more than his own people.

[wouldyoureallyknow]

Toxic, pt. 1

"Hello, darling, have you heard?"

Harry looks up, pretending to be surprised by the sudden appearance of Draco, briefly looking him up and down, appreciating the fine figure before him, noting the satisfied expression on his lover's face.

"Heard what?" He says after clearing his throat - as if affected, as if stunned by the effortless grace before him.

Draco looks at him from his lashes and graciously sits down beside him.

"About the ball, of course. The staff must have grown bored this winter and decided to throw us one. Fourth year up invited."

His voice is so light, as if nothing could bother him, and this is just another entertainment. In all the ways, it is.

He leans in conspirationally and lowers his voice, all playfulness and mischief.

"Though I've heard there was a bet involved, and the ball will be the place to collect."

Harry lets himself smile humourously, as if it is all rather amusing.

Satisfied by the sensation delivered, Draco shifts closer to him, leaning in a bit in the front.

"What do you think about it?" He asks demurely, tilting his head a bit to the side, letting one single curl fall over his eye.

"About what?"

Harry is still cutting his eggs into pieces, looking up at Draco when the question strikes.

His lover lets himself only a tiny crease in the forehead, the only sign of his displeasure to be known, before shifting a tiny inch closer.

"The ball of course."

Harry's hands slow down. There is no right answer. If he gives in, he will get hurt. And although that has never stopped him before, he did make a resolution to himself - to stop fighting, to let it all go, to let this be.

To drift apart.

"Sounds nice."

He gives a tiny shrug and forks a small piece of his eggs.

Draco's eyes narrow. There is a war in his eyes - to throw a tantrum because he is not getting what he wants or play the game he thinks they play.

He choses neither. He fluidly slids back and straightens, his gaze languiously sweeping over the Great Hall.

When his wandering gaze seemingly accidentally lands on Davin Wallsworth, his features sharpen in hunger.

Harry's hand twitches and the fork clicks down on the plate.

They have walked this path already.

Harry would get jealous and ravish Draco in front of everyone.

Harry would get angry and have a spat over anything else.

Harry would get desperate and drag Draco to the nearest closet, to feel himself in control.

Harry would get pliable, and agree to anything Draco wanted.

Harry would get miserable and not talk to anyone for days.

Harry would grow numb, wishing he was never born.

So he does not reach out. He does not call out. He does not react.

"I bet the Ravenclaws know what the bet was about. See you soon, darling."

Draco leans over, smacks a kiss on his cheek and sashays away.

And Harry savours the kiss, perhaps the last one he would allow, even though it was not even for him, not really.

It was for Davis Wallsworth who was eyeing his Draco hungrily. It was for Draco, to make himself more eligible, more desired.

It was for the public, to show how much of a couple they are.

Whereas in truth, he is just Draco's Gryffindor lover.

He has allowed the first one. He thought it was his fault, he pushed Draco into someone else's bed.

He was so sure he regretted it afterwards he did not say a thing to Draco. Not a word. It never happened. They were good. All good.

And Draco was so relieved. That Harry, what he thought, did not know. That Harry wanted him still.

He was relieved and happy and over the moon.

But he was greedy for more.

Because the Malfoys not only liked eating their cakes, they liked hording the cookies and building the empire.

So he got greedy. And the string of lovers did not stop.

And Harry never said a word.

He will come back, he comes back to me every time, he thought. It's nothing serious, he loves me, he was convinced. He will grow up, he will stop, he hoped. It's just a phase, he pleaded. He will appreciate me more, he prayed. His coming back must mean something, was his mantra.

I love him too much, was him looking away.

And so off Draco goes, circling around the ravenclaw table, throwing glances at his current secret lover, not sitting down but bending over the table and posing.

Harry gently lays down his fork and looks down at his plate. The eggs are currently unrecognisable, butchered in hundreds of pieces. He sips from his cup, taked a breath, lets a small smile grace his face, and looks at Neville - is leafing through the herbology textbook again; it will not be hard to engage him in a conversation and then tactically retreat from looking at the mating rituals his lover is conducting just before him.

Lover, not boyfriend.

This is how it will be from now on.

Tactic #23. Cheapen your relationship so it would be easier to give it up (followed by tactic #24. Realise that it did not take much to do that and face the reality).

Draco expected him to ask him to a ball. That would go against the tactic #9. Do not ask him on dates.

He had to retreat with minimal damage.

Although, who was he kidding. Breaking off could be easy, but the feelings of loss, and heartbreak, and misery- no tactic would help with that.

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

worldbuilding wednesday: are there any things unique to your version of the world that are considered taboo? aand Do some crewmembers of the ranger have any particular rituals they perform (unofficial ones, like habits before they go to sleep, eat, fight, etc.?)

Oooo, thank you for asking!

It’s hard to say if anything is uniquely taboo across the ENTIRE world, but it’s generally considered extremely bad luck or at least bad practice to toss the carcass of a land creature into open water. If remains DO need to get thrown overboard, they ought to be butchered properly and disposed of over a long course, so that the ocean doesn’t recognize the body of a foreign creature and turn in rejection of it. Sailors - especially those who have crossed the equator - are generally considered to be ocean-blooded and are somewhat the exception should they have a burial at sea, but any pigs, chicken or cattle that are slaughtered on board have to be used entirely or very carefully disposed of. This practice tends to follow through several cultures, but is especially prominent in the places that border the Atlantic. Those ships that disregard this tend not to last terribly long at sea...

To your other question, there are actually several habit unique to the crew!

- After one particularly bad accident on the ship, Alex and Davin start taking tea together whenever their watches cross. It’s partly done as a debrief, partly done as a sleep-aid/pain relief aid, but even when it’s not NECESSARY, they keep it up. It becomes sort of their Thing, and it helps what starts as a very slender bond start growing. 

- Adelina always spends the hours from just before sunset into the early evening of every Sunday playing music for the crew. She plays other times, of course, but Sunday is sort of a self-imposed mandatory concert. 

- Tahir walks the weather decks from stern to bow before he turns in for the night. Part of it is a ritual he started when he was a young sailor, anxious and unable to understand half of what was going on around him, to give him a little control of his surroundings. Now it’s habit, and he uses it as a final check-through of his watch’s work. The obvious stuff, anyway.

- Jon always saves a bit of his meals for Duchess and goes to find her before he officially quits his lunch and dinner. You’d think that would make him one of her favorites; in reality, it just means that she starts meowing furiously whenever he’s eating to demand his scraps. 

- Finn does not get off the ship without a packet of powder and shot in his possession. He carries them like a talisman and is convinced that the one day he leaves them behind is the day he’s going to want like hell for them. Does it matter that he has very rarely ever had to use shot and powder anywhere but on the ship? No. No, it does not.

- @urdnotgrunt​ has to confirm this, but I imagine Iggy spends at least a few hours every night sketching. Mostly whatever limited animal life is around, but also things like sail plans and rigging and the way patches on people’s clothing lay. I like to think that, in the future that SC leads to, her sketchbooks become a primary source for understanding life in the age of sail.

- It’s not as relevant now, but if they knew they were coming up to a fight, Alex and Tahir would always squeeze in a game of cards beforehand. They played their first hand ever together right after they made it through Alex’s first battle alive; they do it before battles afterwards as a subtle assurance that they’ll have each other’s backs.

[castellankurze]

freestyle rewriting the heresy yet again

because stuff occurred to me last night after that post about the traitor primarchs

if you wanna do the greek tragedy right every traitor primarch should have a primary flaw and a lesson that they fail to learn which overcomes them in the end

Fulgrim is obsession, or ‘perfection is the enemy of the good.’  Fulgrim has been good at everything his whole life. he turned Chemos from a dying shitpit into a vibrant and peaceful world, and when called up to become a warrior and commander he became a damn good one.  He even built up his legion from almost nothing after disaster nearly wiped them out.  But now he’s actually competing with people on his level and it gets to him.  He trains himself almost religiously, struggling to cut away the imperfections.  He expects his legion to always improve; uniformly, to Fulgrim there’s nothing more disgraceful than failing to better yourself, no matter the circumstances, no matter how unreasonable it may be.  It’s what leads him to letting Fabius tinker recklessly with the legion geneseed.  To steal a line from the stewniverse “if I’m not perfect then who am I?”

His friendship with Ferrus is something that should be cast as the anchor on Fulgrim’s flights of fancy.  Ferrus is prosaic and hardworking and responsible, gruff and bluff and earthy; he acts as a balance to Fulgrim’s mounting fanatical belief that he must be the best at everything at all times.  Ferrus’ death can thus be cast as the loss of reason amidst the insanity of the heresy, and it’s what snaps Fulgrim’s last ties to sanity leaving him to plunge himself and his legion wholesale into the service of Slaanesh.

Perturabo is cold logic, or ‘humans aren’t rational.’  Perturabo believes that the ideal being is a Renaissance Man, the great thinker, expert in all fields, unburdened by such petty things as ‘emotion’ or ‘bonds’ or ‘human interest’.  Perturabo believes mankind is best served by shutting up, sitting down, and working.  Human error is a failstate and not to be countenanced.  But people don’t function like that, fundamentally can’t function as if they’re datasheets on a page, and Perturabo gets irked when they don’t.  Because even Perturabo doesn’t function like that, not really - he’s like one of those rationalists who claim they can operate perfectly logically, then throw a screaming tantrum when faced with a conclusion they don’t like.

Perturabo alienates everyone around him - his brethren, his legion, even his homeworld.  To his eyes, they all fail him by not meeting his standards; they’re all too human, too soft.  Perturabo’s insistence that he is incapable of failure is what tragically leaves him wide open to manipulation by Horus, who drives him and the Iron Warriors further and further into their self-dug bitterness and isolationism until Olympia itself revolts and the last nail is pounded into the coffin.

Konrad Curze is vengeance, or ‘fear exists to be conquered.’  Curze took control of Nostromo through savage terrorism, cowing the populace and the gangs and the murderers who preyed on people through shocking acts of murder and barbarism.  He’s so good at it, though, that he never acknowledges the critical flaw - when he leaves Nostromo, he takes away the object of people’s fear, and he never setup a system to govern them without the threat of retaliation.  The Night Lords become staffed with psychopaths and murderers, their unity as a legion slowly fraying.  Curze himself sees torturous visions and nightmares, but it’s all without context, and he doesn’t particularly like wearing the device the Emperor made for him to curb the worst of it because he feels like it makes thinking difficult, so he just does without, becoming more erratic and unpredictable.  In the end he lets himself be done in, with the line ‘death is nothing compared to vindication’ which can arguably taken as a recognition that he had become the kind of monster he once hunted.

Angron is, of course, rage or, to quote tumblr, ‘the hate you feel will warm your heart but leave you cold in the grave’.  Of all the primarchs he’s the one with whom you can most do the cycle of violence thematic.  He’s taken as a slave as a gladiator, leads a revolt, he’s ‘rescued’ by the Emperor on the brink of a crushing defeat, and becomes a rampaging one-man slaughterhouse loosed upon the galaxy.  Angron’s response to his mistreatment is two-pronged: a total rejection of any authority deemed untrustworthy, fueled by his upbringing and the Emperor’s high-handedness, and a colossal hate-on for anything and everything.  Angron wallows in his hate, because for him hate and violence are easy.  The result is that he’s something of a foil for Perturabo - Angron doesn’t think, because he doesn’t like to think.  The World Eaters become a riot of bloodthirsty killers, the librarians and chaplaincy first sidelined and then, at least in the case of the former, eliminated, because they’re not savage enough.

If the plot device of the battle cybernetics (’Butcher’s Nails’ in the BL series) is kept, it’s primary use is as a plot device to show the cycle of abuse - Angron has it forced on him as a child, he forces it upon his legion in turn.  I’ve never been a great fan of the Nails as a plot device (especially in the BL series; it makes things too easy) because it’s not like they’re necessary to push someone into a Khornate rage, but they can work as a tipping point to help push the legion over the edge, especially back by Horus’ manipulations.

Mortarion is resentment, specifically, ‘bitterness is a poison.’  Like how Angron wallows in rage and Curze wallows in the fear he causes, Mortarion wallows in bitter hatred.  He hates the aliens who ruled Barbarus, especially the one who raised him, he hates the poisons of his homeworld itself, he hates the Emperor, and most of all he hates himself.  Mortarion falls into the trap of constantly comparing what we might have been to what we are - if he’d been found by humans. if he’d landed on a different world.  if he’d taken the Emperor up on his offer of aid.  if he didn’t need to wear a damn rebreather.  Nevertheless he surrounds himself with the trappings of his home, poisons and toxins and rad-weapons because they’re his, dammit, and fuck you for trying to take them away from him.  Mortarion keeps slogging onwards with what he’s got because there’s nothing else to him.

Magnus the Red is haughtiness, or ‘ivory-tower intellectualism.’  When you’re willing to learn and Magnus is willing to teach, he’s a great guy.  When he’s willing to learn and you’re willing to teach, he’s a great guy.  But Magnus has been either student or teacher for most of his life, and he has trouble defining a relationship outside those bounds.  He’s that guy who’s an expert on anything he’s studied for five minutes, even though you know he never heard of it six minutes ago.  And if you’re better at him than something, well, it’s something he’s never studied.  Magnus can be exasperating, and, in considering the fate of his legion, dangerous.  The Thousand Sons have a very strong ‘for me and not for thee’ streak to him, delving deeply into study of the warp and sorcerous practices that scream Bad Idea and ignore any attempts to warn them off of it, because they know better.  They’re not going to fall into any traps.  Even the Council of Nikaea, what should be taken as a dire warning to shape up, does little more than throw Magnus into a extended snitfit about the Emperor’s unwillingness to see things his way.

Horus is, of course, ambition, and ‘pride goeth before a fall.’  When the Emperor retreats from the Crusade to, you know, run the Imperium, Horus takes over the campaign trail personally, spending long years heading up the Imperium’s conquest of the galaxy, and as the awards and adoration and adulation and accolades and other a-words pile up he starts getting it into his head that he ought to be the rightful ruler of the whole shebang.  While recovering from wounds on the planet Davin, he’s introduced to the powers of the warp through the warrior lodges there, and so strikes a fateful bargain to sway the greater power of the Imperium’s war machine to his side along with his brothers and topple the Emperor.  He becomes a creature unlike any seen before or since, a font of Chaos power such that even the four great powers seem more held than holders of his leash.  Drunk on power - both the political and very, very real kinds - it’s not until things fall apart aboard his flagship that Horus realizes how very, very badly he’s fouled up.

Lorgar is zealotry, or to be more accurate ‘you can’t externalize self-righteousness.’  Lorgar frames his mindset as a search for truth, but really what he wants is what everybody wants: to be on the right side.  Lorgar’s problem is that he fundamentally cannot internalize the idea that morality is what you do, or to quote Horus Rising ‘we must be mighty because we are right, not right because we are mighty.’  Lorgar grows up steeped in the old faith of Colchis, but when he starts having visions and the existing power structure rejects him, he overthrows it because he knows he’s right, the universe told him he’s right, and when the Emperor shows up he feels validated, and doesn’t even notice how Emps is a little put off by the displays of veneration.  When he goes on the Crusade he turns it into a literal religious crusade, stopping at every planet to fully convert it before moving on.

Eventually the Emperor shows up to kick him into gear, because the Word Bearers are the S L O W E S T legion by far and their ties to other legions are fraying and maybe put down some of the religious stuff.  Lorgar cannot reconcile this discrepancy between the image of the God-Emperor he believes he understood perfectly and the actual Emperor telling him to cool it and basically dissociates himself into next month.  Eventually this one dude named Kor Phaeron who Lorgar’s known since they were kids suggests maybe Lorgar should go back and look at the old faiths again, at which point Lorgar starts digging into a new, and to him, even bigger ‘truth’ than the Emperor.  Then a dude from the Sons of Horus arrives and shit goes buckwild.  But for all the work he’s done, Lorgar still can’t see himself as anything but a vessel for truth, effectively sheltering himself under the Horus and the Chaos gods instead of the Emperor, and when things go sideways on Terra he all but collapses because he can’t understand how shit’s gone south again.

Alpharius, finally, is the inferiority complex, or ‘don’t define yourself by your relationships to others.’  Alpharius is not only the last primarch, he’s the last primarch to be publicly discovered, so late in the Crusade that the Emperor’s already handed the reins over to Horus.  As a result, everyone else has an achievement list as long as their arm and people won’t stop fucking comparing Alpharius and the XX Legion against the others.  Alpharius is an A+ tactical commander, but this shit makes him mad as hell.  He names the XX the Alpha Legion to emphasize how badass they are and drills the shit out of them at the chapter, company, and even squad level until they know their shit backwards and forwards.

For Alpharius, there’s no question of whose side he’s on, because Horus is his big bro and he doesn’t care for the Emperor.  Ironically, despite his keen strategic mind, Alpharius is unable to recognize the bigger picture of how Horus and the other traitor legions are...maybe getting a little sketchy?  He just knows this is gonna be his chance to get back at the folks who shit-talked him and his boys.  Instead of joining the march on Terra, the Alpha Legion goes across the galaxy, harrying the Ultramarines, the Space Wolves, and the Dark Angels.  But unlike Alpharius, Guilliman can stay focused on the big picture, and though delayed it’s ultimately the word of the reinforcements coming in that causes Horus to throw down with the Emperor.  Of course the Alpha Legion goes on their merry way, until the fight at Eskrador where Alpharius finally gets to stick it to Bobby G - he dies, but he’s lured the Ultramarines into an untenable position and ultiamtely they’re the ones who have to retreat.  But afterwards, the blind spot comes back into play, and the Alpha legion ultimately fragments and goes sailing into the Eye of Terror and the other warpstorms along with the other traitor legions because nobody knows enough of the Plan anymore.

this post got longer than i meant it to be but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ what can i say even though it’s been almost a decade now since i stopped seriously following 40k books i still have The Thoughts about the little plastic dudes

[exvind]

SWTOR: The Golden Hollywood Edition

In the past month I have moved, hurdled over red tape, slept very little, burnt a few bridges, and worked on the goddamned silliest AU I think I’ve ever worked with the delightful characters I’ve grown to adore. So, true to fashion: Opening Credits

Deleuze as the sickly rich boy from the Hills who wants to make a name for himself doing some good in this sleepy town.

Yvi’el as the waitress who escaped her “service” at The Imperial Club - a blatant front for organized crime.

Cretcher Motherfucking Rhomm as the owner of a hole-in-the-wall that gives jobs to people who need them - and as a base of operations for the gang he bosses around. He’s too old to be running around with those fucking kids anyway.

Davin “Skippy” Smythe as the runaway who dreams of the limelight and doesn’t know quite how L.A. works.

Fucking Birdy: The man who takes advantage of the above.

Valere as the socialite whose family has been the shadowed fucking aristocratic hand with fingers deep into The Imperial for generations. More fatale than femme.

The Twins, Tekeli-li and Armitage - As themselves. Terrible in any  universe.

Caspira and Wickers - the Imperials. Cleaners, Spooks, the G-Men of the underworld. Maybe a Vegas marriage. No one knows. No one should ask.

And featuring Exvind as The Butcher - came back from the War just Wrong, and has been carving his mark quite literally onto Hollywood.

Score composed by John William and Justin Hurwitz. Songs. Dances. And other characters welcome. God help me.

[victoriaplaysims]

penny met and got a crush on davin butcher at school, i gave him a makeover and realized it was pretty much unnecessary bc he was in an after school activity and wore his team clothes all the time - but i still like his makeover, so here we go

crushes are so cute

ps. penny's previous boyfriend aged up into a young adult only a few days after their date, so they obvs couldn't do any romantic interactions but (bc of a mod, i assume) they still had their romance bar and were technically still in a relationship. i was still undecided about if their relationship would continue after penny's birthday, or how to handle the situtation, so i had just ignored him after he aged up. but, immediately after penny got a crush on devin, guess who called and asked her for a date? yup, HUN, bf #1. coinkydink? idk

ps. 2 i had her accept a date invite once, but since their ages don't match they didn't have any romance interactions available, so i later decided they grew apart (literally lol) used ui cheats to break them up

[victoriaplaysims]

penny and davin officially became a couple

they were so excited for prom! the guy behind penny - not so much lol

you two are so cute 😭

aaaand baby number 3 is on it's way <3

[victoriaplaysims]

penny and davin went on a date to the pub in henford-on-bagley

at the end of the date, penny made a self-discovery that i accepted, so she's now a lovebug! it's my first time playing with that trait since this was like two weeks after the release of lovestruck. it's a cute trait <3

then casey went into labor, so off to the hospital we go! spoiler: baby #3 is really cute

[victoriaplaysims]

let's check back in with penny and davin! last time, they had just moved into their apartment in ciudad enamorada, penny got a job as a singer at the lounge, while devin is a freelance programmer, and devin had just proposed to her!

things did however get a but awkward because penny's old high school friend came over and they kept autonomously flirting?? devin wasn't too bothered by it though

then story progression got really busy lol. apparently maisie and steve are having issues (for those who's counting: she now despises everyone in the household except her own twins. jeez maisie, i know you liked drama in high school but relax a bit)

and then casey called penny to ask if they should have another baby - less then a day after i switched households. i said yes (ofc) and i had just set pregnancy length to 9 days so i wasn't worried i was going to miss it.

last major life event for this post: penny and davin adopted to puppies and look how cute they are!

[victoriaplaysims]

davin invited penny to a date and they went ice skating (penny only fell once!) this always gives me ts3 seasons vibes, i loved the festivals and all the activities

mom and dad went on a quick date. it was polar bear plunge day, they were freezing but they had a good time

casey wanted more kids, emery was not into the idea, but they talked it through and decided to try for one more (for now)

it's actually just casey completing the holiday, but i had this whole plot in my mind and it made me giggle