#incentive (unknown)

[anonperegrine]

So polling the audience; if I reposted my new edited version of Incentive (Unknown) to AO3 with the original characters what are the odds on you all reading?

For science ofc

[da-janela-lateral]

Making villain AUs of the most random characters is so fun. Like yeah AU in which Mezato is some cult leader mastermind with very dubious morals and intentions at age 14 why not that sounds fun. She must be having fun.

[incorrectjane-andthedragon]

Gunther: Pepper, I want you to know that your cooking is one of the few things keeping me from committing a crime I can never undo. Pepper, laughing nervously: So no pressure on the new recipe, then? Gunther: At this point, you could serve me mud in a bowl and I would take it. Because that mud would be served with love. And it's the love that I hold dear. Pepper: Awwww, thank you!

[mayasaura]

Sure sounds like something Crux would do! I think that's what Harrow assumed.

Or possibly he thought the Reverend Daughter was young and naive in thinking that the pilot wouldn't just pocket their bribe and then accept some other incentive from Ortus and Glaurica to take them to the Eighth anyway, which would be unacceptable for all the reasons @chaos-has-theories listed. Or a combination or the two. We'll probably never quite know for sure.

You know.... we spit on Marshal Crux for blowing up Ortus and Glaurica, but as detestable as he is, he also.... had a point?

“So it was Crux’s mean, blackened revenge on his own House—his own zealous desire to burn it clear of any hint of insurrection—that had forced Glaurica’s ghost back to her home planet. She did not say this. Silas Octakiseron knew more than he should, but if Harrow discovered that now, she’d be off down the corridor in her nightdress with a sack of emergency bones and a very focused expression. (GtN, ch. 31)

Glaurica's ghost was already scattered, and she still informed her old House of the creche massacre. She had maybe ten minutes as a revenant, and she still spilled one of Harrowhark's most closely kept secrets. Imagine what she could have done, if she'd made it there alive: the information that there were no newborns, after the massacre. The specifics of how the house is being run. Information, perhaps, on how the Reverend Parents have not spoken to anyone in close to a decade, nor been seen arranging the affairs of the house, having instead left everday business to their ten year old daughter.

And Ortus would be there, too. He might have more loyalty left to his house, but we know he added two and two together. He could have told Master Templars that the Reverend Daughter commited and unparalleled act of necromantic transgression, and that there is nobody left on the planet to keep it safe from censure.

Harrow should have never let them go. She didn't realize how much they knew, how much they inferred, but even without that, they knew too much.

Of course Crux took the matter into his own hand.

[dreamerimpossible]

His reaction when you say someone else's name during sex.

Warnings: +18 content, unhealthy relationships, mentions of violence, dark content, toxic behavior, threats.

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Masky, Hoodie, Laughing Jack, Ticci Toby.

Jeff the Killer

He covers your mouth and proceeds to fuck you even more violently than before. He chokes you and thinks he's suffocating the person you named. Your legs will shake after that. When he's done, he looks at you angrily; you know he's about to make a jealous scene. There's screaming and abuse. Neither of you can control yourself. He kills the person. You make a scene too; he continues it: there's a lot of stuff lying around. You have hate sex. He makes a jealous scene, then remembering what happened, you get angry and continue the argument. Just a big vicious cycle.

Masky

He stops. He looks at you through his mask. I'd like to say he'd fuck you more violently and get even, but he'd probably get really angry, and that would make him not want to have sex anymore. He yells at you and blames you. Lots of threats and reminders that he has you in his hands to do whatever he wants. He's a scary man. The only way to get him to stop acting like this is to tell him that you don't care if that person dies or not. The next morning you find something meaningful from the other person on your nightstand; you have to hold back your scream; otherwise he'll think you lied to him. Depending on how you react, that will be his reaction. If you have no reaction at all, he'll relax, thinking it was just a little slip-up on your part.

Hoodie

He plays with you. He records you and degrades you. He leaves videos for the person you named to see. The videos are embarrassing, you repeatedly moaning “Hoodie” until your throat hurts and your voice cracks. Your naked body with bruises and scratches. You with your legs spread wide open as Masky and Hoodie take turns fucking you. You in the woods in handcuffs as you sat naked in the grass while he masturbated and you waited for his cum with a fervor absolutely unknown to you. You're begging Hoodie to touch you while he makes you say the dirtiest, most lustful things you've ever heard. You in different positions... I think you get the idea.

Laughing Jack

He'd be amused. He's a sadist. I doubt he'd be interested in sex without some extra incentive. So that just makes things better. Maybe he'll kidnap the guy and tie him to the bleachers as the only spectator of his circus show and force him to watch as he uses you sexually and plays with your body no matter what you say. It all ends in a sordid game of laughing jack, and you frankly think it would have been much better if he just felt jealous. But you know what he's like; you know the boundaries of his sanity have been pushed and taken with him, so you'll probably ask for more and more pain and be glad that the guy is so disgusted watching it.

Ticci Toby

He stops abruptly. Someone could get hurt. You didn’t know who: him, the guy you named, or you. You didn’t know; it depended on how well he processes things. You back away from him slowly, with fine rigor, not letting him see that you’re scared of him. You could see him making confusing decisions in his mind. You can’t do anything but wait and pray that he doesn’t show you his bad side. You avoid explanations; you avoid everything. Any sound. You don’t have to prove that you exist in that room. He doesn’t calm down, but he leaves; he was so angry with you. He doesn’t come back for a few weeks. When he comes back, he expects you to still be sorry and ask for forgiveness. You do. You don’t know if it’s out of fear or love, but you do.

[yoyneversawmehere]

Alucard x reader castlevania

genre: angst & fluff

Summary: you see your love Alucard years after you left the castle due to a heated spat.

You were also a dhampir, doing your part in odd places to help keep humanity at peace.

It had been years, maybe even decades, since you had seen the blonde, long-haired Vampire that you had fallen in love with. You grieved his presence dearly. However, before you set out to be solo, you and he had a massive fight.

During his days of despair and angst after Sypha and Trevor left. He had lashed out at you, allowing the alcohol to consume every fibre of his brain. Hurtful words were exchanged and out of pettiness, you left. Never looking back at the castle you once enjoyed.

Since then, you took it upon yourself to help others little by little and receive great gratitude for your work.

One day, you were warding off Vampires from a village when suddenly a flash of yellow eyes took you aback. A heavy sense of familiarity washed over you which gave the incentive to follow the figure that interested you.

White hair moved swiftly, each step taken by the figure you 'attempted' to discreetly follow, but your hopes of being stealthy were soon shattered once the familiar voice of the figure rang through your head.

"You are quite awful at keeping yourself unknown." His voice was firm as he stopped in his tracks.

Every organ in your body dropped, you felt heavy. So many questions filled you as you froze. 'Is it him?' 'No... it can't be.' ' What do I do? ' 'What do I say?'

He turns around, eyes piercing into yours, although not menacing. His eyes were sharp but also soft. Eyebrows frowned, and just a prickle of a smile that tore your heart out of your body.

"...Adrian..? " you hesitated, a hand moving up to your mouth in shock. You couldn't believe it; nothing felt real.

"Hello, my dear." A sad smile tugged at his lips, head tilting slightly.

You studied him intently. His skin was pale, his hair was silver and almost curlier than it had been before and he wore a full black fit covering almost everything from the neck down. 'He looked more emo than when you left him.' You thought to yourself.

You take a step closer quite cautiously. Moving towards him, you slowly and hesitantly lift your hand to graze his cheeks, waiting for any sign of opposition, but there is none.

He leans into your touch as his composure starts to crumble upon the feel of your hand. Tears start to roll from his eyes. His tears seemed to send a signal to yours as your face was now flooded with your own.

"I'm so sorry. " He managed to choke out. It sent you into even more shock than you were before. All this time that you've spent resenting him but also missing him, it had all flushed away by just the 3 words he managed to utter.

You offered him a smile through your tears, it was sincere, telling him that you forgave him without having to use your words.

He wraps arms around your waist, crying into your shoulder and you cry into his.

"I never meant to make you leave... I forever regret the way I had treated you." Every word he said was like a stake in your heart. "I missed you dearly, every day felt like an eternity without you by my side." He continued.

He pulls away from you, looking into your eyes.

You scoff playfully.

"Oh, you stupid, immature man." You tease him, offering a choked giggle through your tears. He chuckles alongside you, wiping your tears.

Upon regaining composure, you both sigh in contentment.

"Would you dear to fall in love with me once more, my love." He says to you, hands clasped in yours.

"Of course, I would. You don't know how long I've hoped for this day." You smiled softly at him.

He rests a hand on your cheek, pulling you into his lips. He felt soft, just as you remembered him. He filled a void in you that you were never able to fill. You smiled into the kiss, and he replicated it. Pulling away, you take one more look at him.

"So.. did you finally grow out of your whore phase." You say teasingly, gesturing at his shirt that no longer had the large cut-out at the front that exposed him greatly.

He rolls his eyes at you in disbelief. "God, you haven't changed one bit." Smiling at you as you laugh at him.

He was happy to have you back.

Thanks for reading

[riality-check]

DILF!Steve concert saga, featuring Eddie POV for this part! part 1, part 2

"I have to open it."

"Nope."

"Gareth. I need to open it."

"The vault is sacred," Archie says.

At the same time, Jeff chimes in, "The vault was your idea, Eddie."

Eddie thunks his head against the wall. "I know. But I need-"

"They're on the last song," Archie says, putting a hand on Eddie's shoulder. It's probably meant to be comforting, but it feels patronizing as shit.

Eddie is a good friend, though. He doesn't shrug him off.

"Once they're through, I'll unlock it," Jeff says, dangling the key slung around his neck.

"But you could do it now," Eddie protests.

Gareth sits protectively on top of the black lock box. "Absolutely not."

Eddie sighs and waits for the guitar solo onstage to end, nodding his head along to the beat.

It's what he usually does when they're backstage, but this time, it brings a smile to his face. Miss Anna was a natural yesterday for her first time headbanging, and her dad is the reason Eddie wants to break the sacred vault tradition.

He wants, no, needs to know if he got the note. If he decided to write something. If he wants to go a little further than PG flirting.

Eddie for sure wants to go further than that. God. Steve's handsome face and his big hands and his thick thighs (deliciously exposed by his shorts in the summer heat) are all wonderful incentives to skip a few steps and go straight to ramming him into a mattress.

Or, with how that shirt clung to Steve's biceps and how his shorts clung to his ass, let him ram Eddie into the mattress. He isn't picky.

(He isn't desperate, either, thank you very much, Gareth. And no, he won't admit how long it's been since he got laid.)

From the house, the audience roars, and Eddie jumps off the arm of the couch he was laying on.

Gareth sighs and gets off the lock box.

"Jeff, open it," Eddie says, staring at the vault and subconsciously making grabby hands toward it.

"Is that how we ask?"

"I could always yank the key off you."

Archie sighs and, ever the peacemaker, takes the key from Jeff and unlocks the vault. The second it's open, Eddie snatches his phone and turns it on.

Please please please let the DILF text back, he thinks to himself as he waits for this stupid metal brick to turn on and give him a resolution to this whole ridiculous situation.

Because, first, Eddie doesn't really jive with kids. Sure, they flock to him in the same way they flock to every other vaguely cool-looking person, but aside from asking if he has to draw his tattoos on every day or if his mommy is okay with him having his hair that long, they generally leave him alone.

And that's okay. Eddie easily made his peace with not having kids about ten years ago. Between his strong preference for men and the way that significantly decreases those odds and the choice to not pass on his truly abysmal family history of mental illness and addiction, it seemed obvious and a lot more selfless.

But Anna was cool as hell. Smart as hell, too, in a way that made Eddie feel like he was looking back at a time before school punished him for being bright and verbose and energetic.

Anna didn't make him want kids. Again, the whole family history thing is a real vibe killer. But she did give him enough fuel, for just an instant, to think that dating someone with a kid might not be a deal breaker anymore.

Or maybe Steve was just that hot.

He whined a lot yesterday, in the hotel, about how hot Steve was.

His phone turns on, and, front and center, is a text from an unknown number:

I guess I don’t have to ask you what you do for a living. Just so we’re even on that front, I’m a teacher, and Anna’s full time job is preschool.

Eddie grins so hard he feels like his face will split in two.

"Is it him?" Jeff asks, trying to look over Eddie's shoulder.

"Of course it is," Gareth scoffs. "Look at his face."

"What did he say?" Archie asks.

Eddie takes the easier way out and lets him have the phone.

Gareth and Jeff crowd over Archie's shoulders, and Eddie watches their faces change as they read the message.

"Oh, he's bitchy," Gareth says.

"That means he's perfect," Jeff says, with a pointed look at Eddie.

Eddie shoots Archie a clear "back me up" look and gets a shrug in return because all his friends are assholes who know his type way too fucking well.

"What do I say?" he asks.

Archie tosses him the phone. "I don't know. Flirt back."

"I don't know how!"

"You ground against a guitar-"

"And kissed me onstage," Jeff continues. "But you don't know how to flirt?"

Eddie puts his head in his hands. "I didn't have enough sex in high school to know how to do this!"

"That's not an excuse when none of us did!" Gareth says.

Jeff barks out a laugh.

"Just ask if he's free tomorrow," Archie says, like the rational, wonderful friend he is. "This was the last stop of tour. It's not like you have to get anywhere else at a specific time."

"Okay. Okay, yeah, I can do that," Eddie says, hyping himself up. Before he can second guess himself, he writes back.

Since it's summer, I'm assuming you both have off. Can you fit it in your busy schedule to have dinner with a humble musician tomorrow night?

"Oh, shit, did you send it?" Gareth asks, snatching his phone.

"Wait," Archie says, like the rational, horrible friend he is. "Do we know if he's single?"

"Oh, shit," Jeff whispers.

Eddie takes his phone back and refuses to look at it. He wants to shut it down. He wants to drop it. He wants to drive to nearest river and throw it there.

"Am I a homewrecker?" he asks absently.

"Only if you succeed," Jeff says.

"He might have a wife," Archie muses. "He might be straight."

"Okay, dude, enough," Gareth says. "This was supposed to be exciting! Eddie was supposed to get ass!"

"He might be ace."

"Archie, shut the fuck up."

He holds his hands up in surrender, and Jeff pats his shoulder, a little comfortingly, a lot condescendingly.

Eddie sits down on the couch. Puts his head in his hands. Breathes.

He's flirting with a married man. He's absolutely flirting with a married man. This is a new low. This is worse than the time he licked the floor of a restaurant, drunk, for five bucks. This is worse than when he greened out in the parking lot of a Chuck E. Cheese. This is worse than when he accidentally told the gas station cashier that he loved them and immediately walked into the glass door behind him.

This is. So bad.

And then his phone rings, so it'll get worse. It has to. That's how these things go.

Eddie has always been self-destructive, so, of course, he looks at the screen.

I can't swing dinner, but how's lunch? Fair warning: it might be a playground picnic if my babysitter bails.

"Holy shit, I'm not a homewrecker," Eddie says.

"I didn't think you had it in you," Jeff says.

"He's single!" Gareth cheers.

"Can I talk now?" Archie teases.

"I'm not a homewrecker!" Eddie says, and he launches off the couch to hug the nearest person, who happens to be Jeff.

They have to get out of the venue. He has to figure out the logistics of the date and how to be normal by the time he gets there and what to wear and everything else.

But, right now, Eddie is over the fucking moon that Steve is even giving him a shot. And he hopes, giddy as all hell and hanging off of Jeff's shoulders, that Steve feels even a little bit like this.

He writes back, once he's calmed down:

Lunch might just become my new favorite meal.

[anim-ttrpgs]

Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy by A.N.I.M.

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Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy, our debut TTRPG, is a neo-noir investigation-focused RPG with (as you can probably guess from the title) a supernatural twist, that is currently in production after an extremely successful crowdfunding campaign on Kickstarter.

How far would you go to learn the truth?

Play amateur detectives caught up in things they barely understand, and explore how the lives of your characters unravel as they push themselves to dig deeper into the unknown!

Eureka innovates on and revolutionizes investigative gameplay, TTRPG combat, and what it means to play as a monster as a character in a TTRPG, filling several voids we have noticed in the TTRPG space. Eureka supports investigation to a degree never before seen, ensuring that searching for clues is a granular and player-driven process, but also ensuring that the whole story doesn’t grind to a halt after one single failed investigation check.

Character-driven gameplay!

Stats and abilities are based on who your character is as a person. Freeform character creation allows you to build a totally unique little guy, and have a totally unique gameplay experience with him! This is supported by the backbone of the Composure mechanic. Stress, fear, fatigue, and hunger will wear your investigators down as they trudge deeper into the unknown. Food, sleep, and connections with their fellow investigators are the only way to keep them going!

Secrets inside and out! 

Any investigator could be a monster, helping their friends while trying not to reveal their true natures. The party will learn to trust and rely on each other, or explode into a tangled net of drama!

Though most PCs will be mundane humans—or perhaps because most PCs will be mundane humans—Eureka also supports playing monstrous PCs, such as a vampire, in a way never seen before. This isn’t just a watered-down stat bonus, it’s like playing an almost entirely different game, with all the monster’s strengths and weaknesses to account for while solving the mystery, plus the added incentive to keep it a secret from the other PCs as well as their players.

(You can also play as something like The Thing from John Carpenter's The Thing!)

If you like or are interested in Call of Cthulhu, Monster of the Week, Dresden Files, X-Files, Kolchak: The Night Stalker, Apocalypse Keys, World of Darkness, or Gumshoe, you’ll probably find something in Eureka to really enjoy.

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Hits are devastating, and misses are unpredictable–firing a gun will always change the situation somehow, for better or for worse!

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[anonperegrine]

Omg??? Incredible incentive character designs?? Verity design is top tier I didn’t even ever describe them also look at NIKIIIIIIIII

Absolutely wilding about Schlatt, the prison scene, the news broadcast art. So awesome

Me when I’m when me

More Incentive fanart!

(fic by @anonperegrine )

Quote is from the Magnus Archives, episode 160

Version without text

Plus some rough design sketches

[anonperegrine]

miss pere I miss ur silly little stories 😔(not pressuring for u to write or anything just letting u know i still adore all of them!!)

Mwah thank you I'm still writing just not very involved in MCYT! I'm a bit of a Love Nikki stan right now and we have like 0 fanfics ever

Still working on querying for my Libertango rewrite and also rewriting Incentive (Unknown)!

Sneak peek moment?

Mirage grabs her and shoves her against the wall, pinning her down. He raises his fist and punches the wall beside her head, the drywall cracking behind her. Charity flinches, her eyes squeezing shut. "I would burn this city to the ground for you," he snarls. "I would kill anyone, do you understand that?" Charity swallows and looks at him. He's seething, his breath hot and his chest rising and falling rapidly. His mask hides most of his face, but she can see the rage in his eyes, can taste it on her tongue. "And the worst part is you wouldn't even have to fucking ask," he hisses. "I would make you watch me burn down everything you've worked for and you'd love every second of it. Fuck you, Incentive, fuck you for making me do this. Fuck you and your self-hatred and your fucking pride."

[vonbabbitt]

I’ve been wondering this for a while: Did Sasaki genuinely care for Yanagi as a person? There have been moments when she used him like in the torture game where she let him take her punishments instead, and even when she was disguising her murder and had him kept quiet about it. For someone who was supposed to guide others as a leader, she seemed to be somewhat manipulative and possibly backstabbing.

k im breaking this one down hard cuz this is one of my biggest pet peeves lmao

sasaki was not manipulative or backstabbing. she didnt care for yanagi any more than she would any other sort-of friend and thats literally fine because she knew him for a grand total of one week and in that one week he was persistently flirting with her in a way she was not interested in reciprocating. he insisted on taking her punishment. she tried to stab her own hand and he physically grabbed her and stopped her until she demanded he let go.

in terms of disguising the murder, she did not ask him to do that. he just did that. did she take advantage of his loyalty by sending him to investigate the storage room? yes! but thats about it! id say the worst she did is probably throwing him under the bus during the trial by accusing him about the blood in his sink and w/e when she knew he was covering for her. but i feel like everything past the murder has to be taken with a grain of salt because she was trying to cover up a murder and was obviously not at her best.

imagine you are sasaki hitomi. you are a small and fairly frail teenage girl with a history of sexual trauma. you are dumped into a killing game where everyone has a strong incentive to murder each other. then, a professional athlete much larger and stronger than you starts persistently hitting on you and flirting with you. we as the viewer understand that yanagi means no harm, but sasaki does not know him. an unknown, very strong man is flirting with her very persistently in a game where people murder other people for whatever reason they want. i think most women would be afraid to put their foot down against yanagi in these circumstances.

yanagi has very bad judgement as is easily manipulated, but he's also an autonomous person who is just as responsible for himself and his decisions as sasaki is. he chose to take the punishment, he chose to cover for the murder. all sasaki did was utilize those choices to her advantage. in terms of the punishment, she tried to take it herself, and he wouldnt let her. now is hiroaki right in assessing that she wouldnt have taken it even if yanagi hadnt taken it from her? maybe, but we'll never know, because it didnt happen so it doesnt matter.

sasaki did guide others as a leader. she was a good leader. she was also a 17-year old girl trying her absolute best under incredibly high pressure and zero sleep. any manipulation sasaki enacted took place on three days of no sleep while trying to cover up a murder to save her life. i dont think its fair to take those moments of her at her absolute worst and say thats the kind of person she is.

thank u

[dailyadventureprompts]

Hello Dapper. I don’t really expect too much about this, but do you have any ideas for Wargs? They have an interesting relationship with goblins and are weird in that they’re essentially sapient wolf monsters, but I don’t think they’re ever really used that creatively.

Monsters Reimagined: Wargs, wolf panics, and the Economics of Lupophobia

While the surface level answer is pretty simple (warg is a conversion of varger, an old Norse way to refer to mythological wolves like Fenrir) there's actually a surprising amount of material to drill into here on the topic of sapient wolf monsters, especially for someone like me who has a interest in moral panics and mass hysteria events. Wolves were effectively a boogyman for pre-industrial societies, a deep seated generational fear that we only recognize today through cultural relics like the big bad wolf or boy who cried wolf.

TLDR: If you want to do something interesting with wargs beyond just "wolves that talk" I'd advise playing to their folk / fairytale roots. They're creatures of embodied dread, drawn from the stuff of the feywild to sow fear among those who would travel off the path or too close to the wilderness. This lets you tell interesting stories about how the party/major characters respond to fear: Does fear of being attacked in the dark drive the party to make risky decisions that might endanger their quest? How do the villagers react when the wolves are very literally at the door, demanding just one of their neighbours as a meal in exchange for safety?

I'd also advise getting weirder with a warg's powers, playing into that fear of the unknown by doing unexpected things. The party can fight off a pack of wolves, sure, but what does it mean when the lead wolf rips off the bard's shadow and takes off into the night?

Background: If you want a window into the headspace of wolf-panic, think about the neigh omnipresent fear of sharks created by the Jaws franchise. Children who have never seen the movie, let alone seen a shark in person can become irrationally afraid of getting into deep water because they've absorbed the pervasive cultural phobia, which goes onto shape environmental policy as sharks are overhunted or killed out of spite for their perceived threat.

So it was for wolves, even after they were largely hunted to near extinction by medieval and postmedieval societies, the fear of them was so ingrained into cultural traditions that wolf and werewolf panics were a thing that went hand in hand with witchtrails. France had a country wide one as late as the 1760s and the movie based on it ended up inspiring Bloodborne. Alternatively look at the anti-wolf efforts during the colonization of the Americas, right up to the opposition to reintroducing wolves back to Yellowstone park.

On that note (and because we can't have a Monsters Reimagined without some kind of class analysis), lets talk about how these fears are propagated: On many levels it makes sense for everyday people to be afraid of wolves, they're a hunting species that can absolutely pose a danger to us, and when you're living or travelling outside the protection of a settlement you really are vulnerable to a coordinated pack of carnivores running you down.

However, the primary threat that wolves pose to humans isn't predation, it's property damage, specifically in how they kill livestock. While we can talk about individual farmsteads beset by beasts, in reality the herds that wolves were most likely to prey upon belonged to the landowning classes, powerful people who had a profit incentive in seeing wolves driven off or exterminated. This is where you get bounties on dead wolves, not just paying for the value of the hide but actively rewarding people for going out and killing as many wolves as possible to the point of it becoming a profession. This practice has existed for MILLENIA and is still active today, primarily in places where big agriculture influences governments.

It seems incidental at first but then you realize that it fits the model of just about every other kind of cultural panic: widespread ignorance and fear that just so happens to mobilize the populace in a way that financially benefits a select few. You can see the same thing happening today in england with badgers of all things, which have been identified with the local dairy industry as a threat to their herds. This is not only led them to petition the government to cull the badger population, but to put out anti-badger propaganda, eventually turning it into a culture war issure to the point where conservative mouthpieces like Jeremy Clarkson openly encourages killing and gassing badgers on sight.

Returning to the land of fantasy for now: I think it's worth taking the idea of the warg and mixing it with a few other "black dog" cultural archetypes, which can also include the creatures like the shuck or church grimm. In this instance the warg is a sort of curse made manifest, the fear of a haunted place given literal teeth. People who transgress into these forbidden spaces find themselves pursued by a manifestation that dogs them till they're exhausted and vulnerable, much like a wolf harrying its prey.

The bhargest is also of special interest here, considering how I like to relate goblins back to the feywild. You could easily see bhargests as agents of fey that feed on human fear, leading a pack of goblins or hobs that occupy the desolate lands they've called to haunt. My version of Maglubiyet would also delight in employing such creatures as his emissaries.

Going back to the vargr/ Norse mythology angle, it's interesting that most of the wolves that show up are destined to devour something, whether it be a god or celestial certanty like the moon and sun. It's like the concept of an inevitable chase is so fundimental to what a wolf IS that it became a theme of ragnarok's inevitable certantly. Consider having certan packs of wargs be offspring of some fenrir style god eater, beasts of forboding doom who's mere presence is an omen of ill times.

Alternatively, if you wanted to play on the big bad wolf angle, give wargs the ability to take on flimsy human disguises, all the better to get close to their pray and sow fear among the townsfolk. Historical wolf panics after all are not all that different than serial killer panics, and it'd be a fun twist on a traditional werewolf adventure to have the party on a creature that didn't play by the usual lycanthropic rules.

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[imjustarandogirl]

Beautiful Stranger

Pairing Natalie Scatorccio x reader

An: This was inspired by the song of the same name by Laufey. I don't think I am really that good at writing dialog, so this fic is basically all internal thoughts. Also please let me know if I drag things out for to long. Looking over this I felt like something have been made out longer than they should be. Anyways request are open if you want to send something in. I need to make rules/guidelines and a masterlist soon. word cound: 3.4k

cw: none

At Wiskayok High, there was a clear social hierarchy that included many levels and diverse individuals. Being positioned in the middle wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. You weren’t popular enough to stress about your social image, nor were you an outcast worrying about school gossip. Sticking with a small group of friends was perfectly fine. You knew them well and felt no need to seek out new connections; there was little incentive to do so anyway, as Wiskayok had more than its fair share of difficult people.

Having a close-knit circle for years meant you remained relatively unknown to the larger student body. You recognized a few names outside your friend group, but not many. The names that reached your ears often belonged to those involved in the latest drama. That was just how school was; the well-known students were often at the center of the chaos. Without the burden of popularity, high school could feel somewhat dull. However, you found comfort in your close friends, turning to them with your problems and whatever else that came up in your life. They were the ones you confided in when you finally found the courage to admit to yourself that you liked girls. New Jersey was not the worst place to express oneself, but it was not the best. What worried you most was if the secret you and your friends held were somehow to slip into the ears of people who shouldn’t hear it. However, that is where being a nobody worked into your hand. People would have to know you by name and point you out in a crowd for any effect to come up. With hardly anyone caring about you or you not finding care to make a name for yourself, it played out well. Through your years in high school, nothing seemed to come up with girls you seemed to like. The dating pool wasn't large in some rural New Jersey high schools.

Days went by like a blended video repeating with nothing standing out. Everything was the same, so there were things to expect in your day. There were some rare occasions, however, when things shifted off-script. Those days didn’t fizzle into the back of your skull to be forgotten amongst the bland days offered to you. What made those days memorable were usually the people that came into your life. Those people stayed for a moment only to be seen again months later when anything you felt faded into nothing. The girls that caught your eye for the day never came back as much as you wish they would. Longing and hoping seemed to be the only thing in the cards for you. There wasn’t much that you could say without making a complete fool of yourself and opening yourself up to the hatred that was deeply rooted in the school. Your eyes would only ever be able to watch while words remained unspoken and your body moved on autopilot. A part of you knew that the hope for cheesy high school romance wouldn't last; it was a small flicker of liveliness that came into your day.

The hope you felt of getting into a relationship was not meant to last, and you found that it was better to let go than to stay in the hopes of something that would never come to fruition. As much as you lamented to your friends about the fleeting hopes and desires, nothing seemed to be more than that fleeting. You were sure your friends had grown tired of hearing about it, and you were tired of feeling it until her. 

The girl had bleach-blond hair and eyes that seemed to hold so much more than she would ever let out. Her detached and arcane attitude used to drive people away made you come closer. Her dark clothes made her pale skin stand out more than it should. How the girl held herself with so much confidence and without a care in the world made her more attractive than she probably should be. You first saw her when you showed up five minutes late to your journalism class. She walked in with the swagger only a high school burnout could have. She sat in the back corner of the class, a few seats away from you.

From where the girl sat, you thought she didn't want to be noticed. Her hair was mused, and you could smell the faint hint of smoke that lingered on her clothing. The girl was a stranger to you, and you were a stranger to her. The current relationship might have been the best way for things to go for you. Admiring the girl for a whole semester was better than a fleeting feeling that swallowed you whole and spat you out with disappointment and dejection rising within you. 

The first few weeks of school blew by in a breeze; nothing outstanding or remarkable about them. Hardly anything ever happened in school; it was just the same pattern over and over again. The only thing that made school worth attending was the stranger that sat diagonally from you in journalism. You never picked up on her name, too busy staring at her from afar to hear the teacher call out her name. Besides, there was something nice about not knowing her name. It gave the blond girl an aura of mystery and elegance that others often lack. The more you stared at the girl, the more you started to pick up on her small habits. You watched with a smile as she bit the end of her pencil, finding the habit rather endearing. You had also noticed how the blond fell asleep almost every class, head against her head or the desk. Was it weird to be constantly staring at her; yes. It wasn’t your fault that she was so compelling. Her eyes held a dull light that you desperately wanted to get behind. Hearing her slightly raspy voice whenever she spoke made your stomach flutter in a way you could never get tired of. You start to look forward to the class, and it becomes an excuse to stare at your crush. The bleach-blond wasn’t in any of your other classes, so this was the only time you had to see her. There were some days when she never showed up at all. Those days seemed longer than the rest. No one was able to preoccupy your time, and nothing was able to distract your mind. A part of you felt guilt for constantly looking at her like you were, but those thoughts were silenced the moment you caught the girl staring back at you. 

The days your stranger showed up in class started to diminish. You couldn’t blame her for wanting to skip a class as easy and uneventful as journalism was. Nothing was ever going on; the teacher was hardly doing anything anyway. Most of the class used the period as an excuse to do whatever they wanted. Even though skipping was reasonable, you couldn’t stop the discontent that filled your heart when she was never present. The stranger whose name you didn't bother to learn was hardly there to bring the tiny spark your day always needed. Today was different, however. The moment you caught sight of a leather jacket and blond hair, you felt your heart beat ten times faster. You couldn’t help but admire the way her bangs helped shape her face. The moment she walked past, you caught the smell of smoke and slight weed you had grown accustomed to the past few weeks. It wasn’t the most pleasant thing to linger in the air, but it was hers. It was the smell you always associated with the burnout. Every time there was smoke in the air, your mind drifted to her dark brown eyes and pale skin. You could feel yourself smiling as you thought about the faint freckles that littered her skin. When she settled into her seat, the bleached-haired girl kept her tired gaze on the front of the class. You couldn’t help but let your eyes drift onto her face, watching her expression. The girl’s eyes seemed flat like sleep was not a thing she had seen in a long time. You could see the bags beneath the blond's eyes, giving her a more grunge vibe that she seemed to be going for. 

As your gaze poured into hers, you caught a small smile tugging at your lips. The gesture felt so natural; you couldn't force something like that around the blond. Her head turned, dreary green eyes meeting yours. The moment your eyes meet a mini firework show starts to play in your body. A storm of butterflies flows in your stomach, and goosebumps cascade down your arms. Despite how uninterested her gaze seemed, it made your heartbeat quicken. A slight feeling of unease began to settle alongside the butterflies. You'd been staring and longing for a girl who you hardly knew and who didn’t know you. To have been caught staring made a tiny bout of embarrassment swirl in your mind. You caught yourself quickly turning your gaze away from the girl, head down and away. There was always the choice of making all of these mistakes. It had been your first time getting caught, so if she questioned you about the staring, the incident could be brushed off as some coincidence. Keeping your head down for the rest of the class seemed to be the wise choice. You wouldn’t have any more run-ins with the stranger, avoiding potentially embarrassing situations. Unfortunately, you had never been blessed with the option to quit while you were ahead. The stranger was beyond stunning and made your heart twist with the slightest of actions. You couldn’t just stop sneaking small glances at her, even if you faintly felt like a creep for doing so. When you finally let your eyes glance back to her, there was a hint of a smile against her pale lips. The sight made the butterflies in your stomach take flight once more. The thought that she was smiling at you crossed your mind, and your helpless heart ran with it. You, to your knowledge, had been the last thing she was looking at, so it made sense she was smiling at you. What she was smiling about was the main question. It could range from how you looked to the shame that was so visible across your features. You hoped it was the former, but you wouldn’t be too bothered if it was the former. You don’t think you could ever get tired of how her vapid eyes crossed yours. It was a sense of acknowledgment that was so rare to recessive from the people you found attractive. To be given the hints that she might feel the same spark was something your delusional brain would hold onto.

As you observed the stoner, you couldn't help but feel an ill-informed rush of adoration. It felt pitiful for you to hope for her, but you could dream. Dreams were tethered to reality, so your dream didn’t have to lay stagnant and wasted. What broke your concentration would be the sound of the bell ringing in the air. The sound always signified that your daydreams of this girl had to end. The thought of not leaving the class was promising and felt like the right call to make. You wouldn’t stay in the class forever, only till you could approach this mystery girl. The promising ideals and illusions seemed too grand for you to pass up such an opportunity.  Maybe with the little time spent alone in this classroom, you would be able to learn more and allow your crush to fester inside. Your ideas wouldn’t have to spiral into the most mundane details of what this stunning girl would be like. You could suck up the wafting scent of weed for the chance of her raspy voice to fill your ears and your ears only. Names could be exchanged, and you could finally stop with the not-so-subtle code names you and your friends gifted to her. The most common code names varied from stoner girl, blond chic, journalism girl, and that beautiful stranger. The names were beyond basic, but neither you nor your friends knew who she was, so it worked. The chance to be able to get to know her would be a step in the direction you desperately desired. Who knows what else you could share in the brief meeting you held right at your fingertips? You could go past name-sharing and start a conversation about other classes or after-school activities. The moment seemed to be ripped straight out of one of those cheesy rom-com movies where you brush your hands together for a moment, then you two start seeing each other everywhere.

Then, again, the moment could turn into one of those fairy tales you had outgrown so long ago. Where one meeting grew into a life-lasting bond, and each bump in the road ended in stronger devotion. The idea seemed too idealistic to hold any validity. You didn’t have any confirmation that this girl also liked girls, but you had taken the assumption just by looking at her. Thinking about it for too long felt wrong, but you had high hopes that she would like girls so you could have some chance with her. The bleach-blond girl didn’t seem like the type to fall for any of that meet-cute nonsense anyway. The idea that the first meeting was perfect was too far-fetched to be true. Your daydreaming cost you the pristine moment you had captured in your head. When you snapped yourself back into reality, she was already gone. There was nothing left of the beat of eye contact you had shared. She had vanished from the classroom just as quickly as she appeared in your life. The stoner left you with the last few stragglers feeling downcast yet even more determined to get to know this girl. For now, this green-eyed, snarky girl would have to remain a stranger. She would keep the title she unknowingly held to the two of you would cross paths the next day.

From that day forward, whenever you glanced at the pale-skinned girl, you would sometimes catch her eyes lingering on you. When you first noticed the pattern, you couldn’t help the thrill you experienced. The pretty girl that you had grown feelings for the entirety of the first half of the semester was starting to show small signs of interest in you. You couldn’t quite figure out what interest you had peaked within the stoner. The interest could range from a mocking curiosity, the yearning for friendship, to the pining you experience that refused to dissipate from your heart. The more often the looks the two of you shared, the more it fed it to your wishes of becoming something real, something you could hold close to you. She had even started to show up to class more often. You tried to place the act as a normal response for skipping class too many times, but you couldn’t help but think it was also for you. You knew it wasn’t right to believe she showed up just for you, but you wanted to hold onto the feeling for a while. It wasn’t too bad to feed into your delusions ever so often.  That is why you decided to take a brash move, feeling as if whatever was growing was taking too long to surface. Your regular seat, diagonal from the bleach-blond, was abandoned in favor of the seat right next to hers. The change felt awkward and too forward, but needed. Your fingers drummed against the plastic material of the desk, a soft rhythm coming from your fingers. You usually watched the door, waiting for the stoner to walk in, but today, you held your head downward. You didn’t think you could meet the girl’s eyes today, feeling that the shift in seats was more silent words than the glances you threw at each other every day in class. You could hear the sounds of footsteps growing closer to the seat, quickly followed by the familiar scent of weed that emitted from the stranger. 

There was a small creek from the plastic chair as the weight got added to the chair. You didn’t need to look up to know who was sitting in the seat beside you. A small look at her blond hair and leather jacket secured your thoughts. You felt a little idiotic to keep referring to the girl by the made-up code names. Even in your thoughts, the stoner went by the names she didn’t know she had. You should have paid attention to attendance on the first day so you wouldn't keep referring to her like this. The distance you and her held felt comforting and so suffocating at the same time. It felt like any moment, you could explode into a million pieces. Yet, having the girl so close was something you had worked up the courage to do. You didn’t think the blond would act, so that left it in your hands to take the first step closer. The plan was working out in your favor. She didn’t seem bothered by presents, so you took it as a sign to keep silently sitting next to her. The dull buzz of chatter from other classmates faded from your hearing. All that filtered through your ears was your heartbeat and the continued low drumming of your fingers on the desk. The drumming was a tiny distraction to the barrage of butterflies that infested your stomach. With each breath you took, you swear you could feel the flutter of small wings in your body. You didn’t know what seemed to bring you two together; that was a lie; the school schedule did that, but there was an urge to call whatever it was fate. Maybe fate allowed you to sit next to the stoner, but you didn’t mind what it was. You met this girl and formed a crush that made you want to burst wherever she looked your way. With how the blond looked back at you when you caught her smiling, you only hoped she felt the same way. She gave you hope that once felt stupid to believe in but now felt all too plausible. It was some innocent crush you got to experience because of what was supposed to be an utterly uneventful class. A class you once did not care for had allowed you to have a more long-lasting crush rather than something that stayed for a day or two. All of this occurred with a girl whose name you didn’t even remember.

You then felt a tap of a boot against your shoe. The feeling made your head snap up, slightly confused by the sudden touch. You looked over where the tap came from, meeting eyes with the blond girl. This was the first time you got to look at her face like this. Her eyeliner seemed too perfect to be done by a human. It made her normally tired eyes pop, making you want to stare at them for a while longer. The blond's lips arched into a hint of a smile as she took in your appearance. There was a moment where neither of you spoke, waiting for the other to make the first move. You knew that you weren’t going to do anything first. She was the one who had tapped you, so you rightfully thought she should be the one to say something. Besides, your throat felt too dry, and your brain was too scrambled to form a proper sentence. If you tried to speak, your words were going to come out too quiet or too manic to ever make sense of. Thankfully, you didn’t have to say anything. The stoner beat you to the punch, talking in her raspy yet soothing voice, “Hey, I’m Nat. I don’t think we have been introduced, but better to do it now than never.” There was a twinge of awkwardness in Nat’s voice as she spoke, but you hardly registered what she was saying. All you caught was her name, Nat. She no longer had to be called the placeholders labeled her as. Now, to you, she was Nat, the girl who had captured your heart through shy smiles and awkward looks. It didn’t matter what her name was, however. Just because you got her name, it didn’t mean anything would change. Nat would still be your beautiful stranger.

[marmaladeinlemonade]

Ppl will complain about Pressure updates and devs while forgetting Pressure is NEW.

Ik tumblr has more users with common sense but the amount of tiktoks and tt users say that the game was at its PEAK two weeks after the game's release just bc you could climb Sebastian, he wasn't (visibly) married (it was always written into his character), and tolerated the players slightly more is INSANE.

Most games, at that, aren't at its peak gameplay and story a month after release!!

"The anti-climbing mechanic doesn't even fix anything!" Yeah because you climbed Sebastian several times over ofc at SOME point you're gonna get softlocked bro. Maybe try playing pressure for a reason aside from harassing seb.

I genuinely feel like the pressure fanbase tend to forget that Pressure is from roblox programmers in a small developing group. This isn't Hoyoverse or DevSisters where the game is fully polished with information on all characters and a finalized world building upon release because the company has more time, money, and skilled labor to develop that. It was made in ~1 year and a rushed release.

Not only that, but Pressure is a passion-project. It isn't driven by money, which means there's not much of an incentive to please the playerbase with fan service content that changes lore/characters so people can buy it. (Fan service as in any content made to make ppl happy) So, developers are going to choose what they want to do with the game bc they don't care whether or not you play. Zeal said so first thing in his interview with Breadian.

Amazing features that enrich gameplay and world building such as Sebastian killing walldwellers and the DiVine being able to kill you, Navi-AI turning into a new character, and several new room types are hinted to come to Pressure but nooo!!! Its somehow cooked and unsavable because of ONE form of characterization YOU deem incorrect not even knowing the character's lore. Right.

Edit: Pressure has a future as a roblox game that values storytelling and immersing the user in it's world. We need rblx games like it that put work over profit so people stay on the platform. Especially when older and new games have become money hungry over time.

Its really crazy how people be biting the hand that feeds them. Seb could easily be replaced with an expendable or unknown void like jeffery as a merchant npc if this continues. Online users will really be out her acting like the person who wrote and designed their favorite character is all of a sudden BAD!! And their favorite character is RUINED!!! And TAKEN AWAY FROM THEM!! Because their personality wasn't made to please the fanbase.

Yes, Sebastian hates you. Not pouty tsundere hates you, he is literally keeping you alive against his own will by mr. Lopee. He not tryna fuck bro 🔥

[teh-nos]

okay, so the thing with wishing we could kudos every chapter of a fic.

i get it, we all want to hit the little like button more than once, it's the easiest way to express our approval/enjoyment/gratitude. i am going to address this to a generic 'you' (hello Y/N!) and assume that 'you' has either never posted fic to ao3 or hasn't posted both oneshots and multichapter works.

hits, kudos, comments, bookmarks. every marker of popularity (which many will interpret as quality) on ao3 is inadvertantly weighted in favour of works with more chapters. no, not longer necessarily, but with more chapters. go and sort a few fandoms by any of those stats and you'll probably be able to spot this trend in action right away.

oneshots are only at the top of a tag (by the default date sorting) once, and even if you re-read it you can only leave one kudos on it.

a multichapter can stay near the top of the update-sorted results for months if you time your chapter drops right, and of course every time someone comes back for the next chapter that's another hit, and being seen more it is more likely to end up with more kudos. you can still only leave one per work, though, which limits the effects to some extent. multichapter works still tend to overall outperform oneshots on stats, and the longer they are the more likely that becomes, but you'll still usually see a couple of oneshots on the first page if you sort that list by kudos.

and a lot of people (percentage unknown) do sort by kudos (or some other stat) and works at the top of 'by kudos' will thus attract more readers and more kudos. so there's an incentive to get as many kudos as you can on your fic, and if cutting it up into 250 chapters will help... well it already does, and that's had an effect whether writers will admit to dragging fics out a bit on purpose or not, but imagine if that effect were to become orders of magnitude more intense.

even if you personally prefer longer fics cut into fairly short chapters, you probably don't want to get your 150k epic in chapters of only a 100-300 words, do you? you don't want the oneshot writers to just give up when every page, no matter how they're sorted, is full of 5000-chapter works to the point that readers now riot when asked to read a whole 2000 words in one go. your fave author is now feeling insecure because chapter 12 didn't get as many kudos as the last one did.

and this is why ao3 will never let you leave kudos on every chapter. they're aware that the site already incentivises chaptering works and doing that more than you otherwise might. so you're just going to have to learn to put an emoji heart in the comment box.

[kokomos]

𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡

abby anderson relationship headcanons

  + Abby's the girl who says hello to everyone in the morning and will never fail to thank the people working around base. She's a sweetheart at her core and it's the reason you two got together. She's so friendly that it's almost unknown for her not to get along with someone or at least try to.

+ Definitely tries to impress you with her strength, she knows you've got a thing for her muscles so she'll be sure to show 'em off whenever she's got the chance.

+ Goes to the gym every day, she's one of those people who's hardcore dedicated to their routine. She'd love it if you visited her while she's there working out!! It would make her so happy to have you join her, she'll guide you patiently through all the new equipment so you can get a feel of what you wanna try. Definitely will use anything as an excuse to put her hands on you. She's so cute, she'll give you encouraging rubs on the back after you complete a set.

  - "You did so good, babe! Wanna keep going?"

+ Always has you over at her place, she kicks Manny out for the night so you two can be alone.

+ Basically makes you wear her clothes; after a night together at hers she'll give you one of her favorite shirts to keep. She thinks you're the cutest in her stuff because it's always a little too big on you. Having everyone in the cafeteria see you in her attire is just more incentive to the cause.

+ On occasion, she lets herself enjoy a quiet, lazy afternoon spent with you.

+ Unfortunately for you she takes enjoyment in tickling other people; specially reserved for only those she's closest with. She doesn't go all out, usually a sneak attack of a side tickle but sometimes, sometimes she goes in for the kill. She can have you under her within seconds and it's used to her advantage greatly.

+ Soft dominant. She's had to make a leader out of herself since her father's death meaning she'd rather you take the backseat while she takes care of things.

+ Abby isn't the biggest on physical touch, she wouldn't be constantly touching you like some people would. Affection from you, either alone or with friends, is always welcomed with loving arms though. She prefers expressing her love for you through quality time in your company or doing simple favors to help you out.

+ That being said, she's the kind of girlfriend who will let you take her by the arm or spontaneously grab your hand while walking up behind you.

+ Tilts your face by the chin when she kisses you. Her fingers are so blissfully light on your skin like she's trying her hardest to be as gentle as possible with you.

+ She really is so tender and delicate with you. Always giving you the lightest touches when her fingers inevitably end up tracing the curves on your body.

+ On the other hand, she can show her true strength if you want it. She can pin you down so easily; she can't resist teasing you about your weak muscles (of course she'll follow it with a kiss to avoid your pouting).

  - "See, babe, this is why you have to go to the gym more. What if I was an attacker?"

+ She will more than volunteer to teach you about self-defense, weapons, etc. Actually, if you don't know that stuff already she'll force you to attend a mini class of hers.

+ Such a good teacher, her patience makes learning from her a breeze. Comes at a cost when she’s almost always assigned to training the newbies because of this unmatched skill of hers.

+ If you're a soldier, too, she tries to convince Isaac to let you two stay on the same assignments. Nine times out of ten he says no, it'll be a rare occasion when he gives in to Abby's relentless arguing.

+ She patches you up after missions!! No one else can be trusted to tend to you. You deserve to be babied 100% and anything less than that is unacceptable in her eyes. She ends up staying with you for a couple nights checking up on you near constantly to monitor your condition. It doesn't matter if it's just a couple cuts, she's treating it like a broken leg when it comes to you.

+ With Manny's help, she begins writing you little love letters. Mostly they're innocent messages with her declaring just how cute she thinks you are and how much she loves you. Simple, yet so effective. She knows you cherish each and every one she's written.

+ A sentimentalist at heart! Aside from her coin collection, she has a stash of memorabilia from days in the past to keep the moment and the feelings associated alive. Give her a flower you casually picked from one of the bushes around the base and it'll be drying in a book under her bed so she can keep it forever.

+ When you two get into an argument, she tries to hold back her honesty but it slips out in hurtful ways more often than not. She has a problem of not working with you as a team to solve the issue; Abby views any conflict as a fight and she wants to win more than anything. When this unavoidably makes you upset, she realizes she's done wrong and takes back whatever she's said. Fortunately, arguments never last long and they without exception end with some cuddling.

  - "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I care about you so much…"

+ Very good at reading you, it's half scary and half comforting. You don't need to use a lot of words to get your point across with her, she understands you completely.

+ After you two date for awhile, she realizes how much time she spends away from home and you. She has a talk with Isaac to take shorter trips around less dangerous areas essentially taking a step down in her position.

+ Dreams of following in her father's footsteps by working in the med unit, she knows she can't be a soldier for long; not when she's got a whole future with you to live for.

— ♡☆