#sigma's elder brothers

[dyanthas]

Awwwwww 😍😍 cutiess....

Sigma's tooo tooo sweet 🫠 I can eat him 🤤

[insurrection-if]

so when i read the factions section of your story, HAWKS has the same vibes (kinda) like the game “Sigma Theory” , if you have played it or know of it, you’d understand hehe (´∀`)

also, ocean bases?!?!! please elaborate more on that (* 0 *)

im also curious regarding the inmates that WINGS have, hmm how powerful or dangerous are their powers…

and uh hehe, if it isnot spoiler, who is the leader of WINGS ? (^^ゞ

Ah, this prompted me to look up Sigma Theory and, whoa, it looks beautiful! ( ✧Д✧) Strategy-based games run the risk of overwhelming / stressing me out (and my skill at them is . . . questionable), but I'm somewhat tempted to use up the last of my Christmas Steam gift cards on this game, haha! （　´ ∀｀）Plus, it's absolutely suited to my brother's tastes!

All in all, I'm very flattered by the vibe comparison and can see some of it myself, haha! (・ω・)♡

This may or may not breach a bit into "spoiler" territory, and I'm unsure if I've stated this outright before, but Akil's elder brother used to serve within those particular bases. (´･∀･`;) Hm, well, they're certainly unpleasant places to be. The MC might experience their environment firsthand as a visitor, and from there can form their own opinions on the existence of these institutions. But, as for the bases themselves, their existence remains unknown to the general public, and their locations are undisclosed to those within WINGS who are not necessitated to have such knowledge. For the bases themselves, containment is an ever-essential feature. Within their walls lies the deep impression of hatred and despair, old reminders of violence and retribution staining its surface in the forms of breakage and blood. The sounds of screams, curses, and cries may never reach past their impenetrable walls - and neither do the soft whispers of hope and longing seep out to their intended ears. No precautions are spared in the company of its captured inhabitants, and their guards find themselves nearly as confined as their wards to this never-ending nightmare that is their regiment.

Access is limited, possible ways of entrance are heavily surveilled, and escorts of their respective RAVENS and CROWS into missions requires a significant amount of hands on-deck to authorize and execute. Only one soul has ever escaped the chains of their maximum-security, and none may ever think to do so again.

The most potent danger with the Inmates, generally speaking, lies within their psychology more so than their gifts themselves. That is not to say their gifts are anything to sneeze at, but it’s more so how they wield their powers which makes them so deadly. Those that hold little value towards any life other than their own, others with barely any control over the manifestations of their Gift, or perhaps those with inherently violent, aggressive temperaments . . . these are the sorts of individuals you'll find within these bases.

Like, for example, if the CARDINALS were ever to be captured by WINGS, then their categorization into HAWKS vs. CROWS / RAVENS would likely be broken down as such:

HAWKS: Retriever, Curadora, Kalyna, Scales, Hopscotch, Lempo

CROWS: Boar, Bones, Dearil

RAVENS: Uriel, Fyodor

That is not to say that some would have, and might be, confined among the RAVENS and CROWS simply because of the devastating potential their gift holds. Truly, Gifted like Dearil will always be predisposed to assignment in these bases rather than the comparative "liberty / luxury" of the HAWKS regardless of their behavior / psychology. It's hard to justify absolute freedom of movement for someone who may kill anyone around them with a mere touch alone, or who wield the potential for serious harm with little more than a graze or their fingertips.

Fyodor, too, would be a RAVEN both in consideration of his past history (especially in relation to the usage of his Gift) and his lack of control over its unprecedented potential . . . and some unique factors would qualify him for the slightly more protected status as a RAVEN due to what he suspectedly might know about the Gifted community. Boar would be a CROW on temperament alone, likely to attack with the intent to kill anyone who would dare to confine her as though she were some tool or animal. (Additionally, she cares little for the loss of life that might occur in consequence to how she utilizes her Gift, which makes her ineffective for the HAWKS.) Bones would be a mixture of both, harboring deadly sentiments against his captors while possessing a Gift capable of inciting extensive (lethal) casualties upon those around him.

Yet, on the other hand, those such as Kalyna, Curadora, and Retriever would be willing to comply with the order and command of the HAWKS for the sake of either / both the protection of their loved ones and / or for the sake of at least contributing some sense of good (by their definition) while in captivity. Scales, Lempo, and Hopscotch, on the other hand, would simply choose compliance for the sake of their own personal comforts, not wishing to bear the torment of the RAVENS and CROWS . . . or, perhaps, betting in escape being easier as a HAWK than anything otherwise. ╮(╯ω╰)╭

Gifted such as Mutya, Sigmund, Elouan, and Jae could easily find themselves in the RAVENS and CROWS due to the lethal risk they could pose to those around them if they so choose. And yet, they have proven capable of compliance and self-control due to the threat WINGS possesses against the safety and livelihoods of their loved ones (as well as the personal, internal motivations of these particular Agents). Try to blackmail / force someone like Dearil into obedience while still offering certain liberties and comforts, however . . . ah, he still won't be so inclined to still play friendly and nice. Thus, more forceful and questionable methods are employed against Gifted such as him to keep them contained, harmless (against those WINGS doesn't want harmed), and controlled - methods used within these bases of the RAVENS and CROWS operatives.

I'll keep the central leader of WINGS unnamed to readers at the moment, but I can disclose some details about him. Born into prominent wealth and influence, he’s well-known as an affable man, good-humored and considerate to those around him. Humility is more so a courtesy rather than a natural trait in him, and he would not think to ever compromise his position of authority for the sake of another’s appeasement. Few feel close to him, and fewer are considered close to him in his mind, and he lives by his desire to keep his enemies closer than his friends. Thus, to most, his thoughts may come across like those of an enigma as only a select number of his acquaintances can guess as to why his actions, his words, and his philosophy don't always seem to so neatly or consistently align.

Outside of his official position, he likes to think of himself as a family man (in recent years, at least) and subtle romantic, but rarely does he have time to visit his loved ones . . . and so the ‘void of his absence’ is replaced with generous allowances and liberty. He, himself, prefers to live modestly, not wishing to draw unnecessary attention to himself in public or professional environments— an attitude perhaps encouraged by the handful of super humans who would gladly wish him dead. （◔ᴗ◔；）

In his mind, the Gifted cannot be trusted with their own free will. Their potential for destruction and, equally important, for good can never be safe in their hands as a sole individual— an individual who might come to develop their gift, and moral sense towards when and how to use it, as a mere child in the guardianship, in an environment, or under circumstance less than ideal to that development (like, say, a violent upbringing or taught perception of ‘godliness’ above all the rest of mankind throughout their upbringing which warps their conventional moral thought). Yet, reformed and cultivated within an environment both controlled and supervised with the proper elements for a healthy and proper mind, heart, and body . . . he has faith that the Gifted can be akin to a blessing for humanity as a whole.

He believes the Gifted have the potential to be heroes but will not concede to the possibility of them as heroes without a leash . . . and, yet, he also does not wish for that leash to ever be a single nation, identity, or cause. WINGS, unbound to one sole worldly faction as an independent and international organization with a broad spread of responsibility and oversight over select Gifted, is the best modernly conceived and implemented model for the Gifted, or so he believes.

And, most importantly but unknowingly to him, he cherishes the personal relationship he holds with one of the main cast of Gifted characters.

Thank you for the ask! ( ˙ ω˙)ノ

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Falling for Sin [1] | M.YG

summary: “I have heard shy girls are the loudest on bed. I wanna see it for myself.”

Yoongi, the florist next door, falls for the already-smitten-with-him high school student, Y/N. but for her, is loving him a sin? how does her world crumble when her elder brother comes to know of their forbidden relationship?

pairing: florist!yoongi x female reader

rating [over the series]: explicit | 🔞 

word count: 2.5k [for this part]

genre/au: smut/fluff/angst, porn with plot | flower shop au

warnings [over the series]: age difference (not too much but still uncomfortable for some readers), loss of virginity and innocence, hickeys, shameless smut, voyeurism (both accidental and intentional), dark and tragic themes, outdated and conservative school of thought, yandere! (kind of), this screams bad!

a/n: originally posted to my wattpad, and ao3. slightly rewritten.

my first het fanfic ever (actually started January, 2021). this might be shitty so reader discretion is advised.

the pov of the o/c is that of an eighteen year old, and hence she sounds innocent when she’s doing the narration.

also, this fic has been split into parts and has been written in the first person pov, which is alternately of the female reader, and that of Yoongi. links to the different parts can be accessed via my masterlist!

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Y/N P.O.V.

01/18/2021

6.30 AM

"Did you hear about the new flower shop?" Taehyung asks me, putting down the city newspaper he has been reading and folding it.

"How would I know? They rarely let us know anything other than what is already in our school textbooks." I reply, taking a long last look at my school uniform in the life sized mirror and ensuring that it looks proper. The skirt is a little too short for my liking, though.

"I will take you there when you come back home today from school. I remember when we were little you used to love with flowers, basking in the positive, floral proximity of them." Taehyung waxes poetic, smiling at me. I return the same expression.

"Well yeah, why not? Now, bye!" I mouth, wolfing down the last of the breakfast cereal in my bowl and push past the main door of our apartment. I don't want to be late to school. Who wants to get early morning detention anyway?

"Bye, honey-sweet!" He waves at me. I hear the door click shut behind me.

I half-run, half-walk to the bus stop to catch the first bus I can get to school. I am luckily on time. Since I am among the first passengers in here, I get to the second last row which is my favorite one, and seat myself beside the window. Ninety minutes to school. I sigh as I let my head rest against the back of my seat.

8.30 AM

We file into our respective classes soon after the morning assembly is over. It is Chemistry for me. I make my way to the classroom and find the teacher, Mister Park, grading our test papers from the previous day.

"Good morning, Mister Park." I bow to him while walking towards my bench.

"Good morning, Y/N." He smiles at me. "This test of yours went better than all of your previous ones. Keep working hard!"

"I will, Mister Park. Thank you." I reply out of courtesy and make myself comfortable on my seat. I turn to take my organic chemistry textbook out of my bag.

Slowly everyone arrives into the classroom. The teacher stands up. "Here, class! I have graded all of your test papers on the topic, general organic chemistry, and every one of you has done exceptionally well." He beams, handing us our corrected answer sheets on our desks. "Since you guys have begun to find the lesson really easy, remind me to raise the difficulty level next time." He smirks. The class groans collectively.

"Open your book on the forty-seventh page. Kim Y/N, stand up and read the text out loud." He commands me. "The topic is hyperconjugation."

I start reading. "Hyperconjugation is the delocalization of the sigma electron. It is also known as sigma-pi conjugation or no-bond resonance. It occurs in..."

As soon as I finish reading the full text on the said page he asks me to sit down and then starts explaining the concepts one-by-one.

I gaze absentmindedly out of the window. I would rather sleep than listen to this shit. 

Then, just as I am about to doze off, a small piece of white chalk hits me. I get snapped out of my siesta.

"Kim Y/N, am I this boring?" Mister Park Jimin runs his hand through his beautiful blond hair, an amused expression plastered on his face.

"Sorry, Mister Park, I-" I begin.

"You don't need to be sorry, Y/N. Drink some water and try to refocus. So, where were we? Yes, so, hyperconjugation is a permanent effect. What this means is that..."

Dammit. I had better concentrate now. As it is, this was a major embarrassment.

The rest of the class goes by with me trying my best not to fall asleep and him outlining the whole concept explicitly, to the best of his ability.

3.30 PM

I am back home. I ring the doorbell.

"How was your day?" Taehyung asks me. He is clad in an off-white apron that has cooking stains on it. Not his favorite one, but he wears it because he says it helps him visualize himself as a professional chef, for some reason. I mostly disagree, though.

"It was tiring, to say the least...uhhh, what's with that?" I point at his apron.

"Oh this! Well, I was in the mood to, you know, bake some great delicacy." He says proudly.

"And what 'great delicacy' have you baked?" He is such a mood.

"Chocolate pudding!" He exclaims, emerging from the kitchen carrying a large dish with the pudding on it. Admittedly, it looks fabulous. I just want to dive in.

"Get yourself a spoon, girl. This is gonna be today's lunch." He declares.

I run to the kitchen to get a spoon. This is not the kind of lunch anyone’s used to, anyway. More like a scarce opportunity.

Both of us are busy digging our spoons into the pudding and grabbing mouthfuls. After a while, all of a sudden, Taehyung turns to face me. "We have to go visit the new flower shop before it closes for the day."

"Ahhh yes! I'll go get ready." I mouth. 

4.51 PM

The flower shop has such a beautiful appearance, I wonder what the owner looks like.

Set in red brick and mortar, the shop looks like the protagonist's house atop a hill in some age-old fairytale. It has a mystic feel to it, a feel that entices you to enter the building and explore it, expecting to have a tryst with the unknown. A small bell, made out of copper, hangs at the entrance. Before getting into the shop, the visitor has to ring it. Surely to let the florist know some visitor has arrived, and that they would like to take a look at the flowers on offer.

It is almost as if I am frozen at my place, drinking in the magical surroundings of the red building. The dreamer inside of me has been awakened and my mind is full of countless adjectives to try to describe the indescribable.

"Y/N! We can't flex here all day, you know..." Taehyung shakes me by my shoulder, harsh but soft.

"Yes...yeah, let's go in." I reply, still dazed.

Taehyung rings the bell and I push the glass door open. At this hour, we are the only visitors in here.

A pair of eyes looks up from behind a massive flower décor that seems to be a work in progress. Those eyes meet mine. I look away instinctively.

"Welcome! What can I do for you?" That man, presumably, comes up in front of us.

Gosh, he is so handsome. 

I can't contain myself. That pale skin, those cat-like eyes, that gummy smile...this place is full of beauties, I am pretty sure by now. I draw in a sharp breath.

"We just dropped by to have a look around here." Taehyung replies. "You have just opened shop here recently, right? What is your name?"

"I am Yoongi. Min Yoongi." He smiles at us, all warm and welcoming.

"So, Mister Min, do you prepare all of these decorations by yourself?" My elder brother enquires.

"Yes. I work on them by myself, with flowers that I freshly pick from the garden at the back."

The topic of their discussion bores me. I zone out, and instead choose to observe Yoongi with a fascinated admiration. His name, it is just...beautiful! I think it means that red pearl in our language, and if you ask me, it is a beautiful one, and he is true to its meaning. 

I peek at him. His well-toned muscles, his slender body which is clothed black...I take in each detail, visually feasting my eyes.

We walk around the shop. There is a variety of decorative flowers in here, all arranged on huge gilded silver-colored shelves and vases, atop long red pieces of satin. For the customers who wish to buy fresh flowers and ornamental plants for their homes, there are those too, arranged in colorful and neatly pruned arrays.

Taehyung seems really very happy. There is no denying the fact that this visit to the florist's has rekindled lost memories of our childhood, wherein we used to roam around town back in our native city of Daegu, together visiting lush lawns and deep thickets that burst with the freshness and abundance of flowers. "Well, I think I have fallen in love with everything in here. I wish to buy some pots." He whispers to me.

"I would love it if you do that." I speak in the affirmative. I can't help but admit that the place, combined with the beautiful fresh flowers, gives off surreal vibes.

Yoongi walks past us and in the process, my left hand brushes past his. He chooses to ignore the contact and approaches Taehyung. "I think I can offer a discount to first-time customers like you." He flashes that dangerously adorable gummy smile at him. Taehyung's face takes on a relieved expression. "I love your generosity. I will place my order now and send in the money tomorrow. Will that be okay?"

"I guess that would be fair enough." Yoongi replies as he walks to his vintage-looking cash register, almost as if it time traveled its way here from the 1950s, with one of those time machines from superhit science fiction flicks. It is kept on top of the cashier's desk. He is apparently in charge of all the duties in here, that encompasses tending to the plants, selling them, and drawing up the checks for payment; apart from keeping the place clean. He must be working hard, quite a lot of it.

Taehyung walks up to the desk with me by his side. Yoongi grabs a royal blue ink pen and his notepad, I presume, and starts jotting down stuff. "What is your name, sir?" He asks my elder brother.

"My name is Taehyung. Kim Taehyung."

"Can I know her name as well? Just in case you are not able to come here and then you will send someone else in, who I assume would be her, I need to know who-"

"I am Kim Y/N." I interject. I shouldn't have done that though. It seems as if he has taken offence to it. He looks at me and opens his mouth as if to say something, then decides to shrug it off. He writes our names on the page, one below the other. 

His handwriting is just beautiful. Nothing else.

"What plants would you like to take home?" Yoongi asks my brother next, tapping his pen against his white knuckles while looking at him.

"For now I would opt for white roses and Shiloh." Taehyung seems to have decided on a choice. "What do you think, Y/N?"

"Uh...that is cool!" I say, obviously not being able to catch what he said because I was busy worshipping Yoongi in my head.

Before I know it, the cash receipt has been drawn up and the check is all ready to be settled. Yoongi walks over to the nursery and comes back with two pots, white roses in full bloom in one and beautiful purple buds of Shiloh in the other. "Where do you want me to load these on?"

I realize just then that we have spent over two hours here in this shop. Time flew by so quick.

"Could you deliver them home? We don't own a car and the scooter does not have space to-"

"Sure Mister Kim. I will ask my brother to drop the plant pots off at your home." Yoongi puts the plants down, interjecting with his suggestion to help. He straightens his back, and yanks his head backwards, in the process of stretching his body. I get a glimpse of his wonderfully sculpted Adam's apple and his neck. I'm almost ready to pass out.

Is he an incarnation of God? I am left gaping.

My brother nudges me. "Y/N..."

"I am coming." I answer impatiently as I walk to the exit where my brother is standing. I turn around one last time, just to take a last long look at the beautiful man, who smiles at me. I give a slight, hesitant smile in return.

9.30 PM

Taehyung comes to my room and knocks at the door. "Hey, Y/N!"

"Yeah, Tae?" I call out.

"Can I enter?"

"Why not?"

He enters the room and sits on the edge of my bed. I am at my worktable, finishing all of my school assignments for the next day at school. He smiles at me. "Working?"

"Yes." I reply.

"Which subject?"

"Math. And after that, English Literature."

"Keep studying, then." He stands up and makes his way to the door. "Good night, Y/N! Don't stay up too late!"

"Sure, Taehyung. Good night!" I squeak in response. He smiles while closing the door. I smile back.

What should I do next? I take my math worksheet out of the folder. It is on the topic of complex numbers. I put it back. I struggle with math as it is already, and my head is spinning as a bonus. Because of thoughts. Thoughts about a handsome man, who I met today for the first time. Thoughts about his chiseled jawline, and his face that was both cute and handsome at the same time. Simultaneously. Thoughts about his thighs, that seemed strong, just like a rod molded out of wrought iron. I close my eyes and smile to myself, color warming my cheeks up.

He is not alone on his job, though. Unlike what I had made out earlier in the evening. At the flower shop. He has a brother to help him out. I am curious to see for myself if his brother is also as handsome with godlike features as he is.

And what was with that parting smile? It spoke volumes. Has he taken fancy to me? Does he find me special? Do I interest him? 

Nah-uh. My silly-ass mind is probably playing tricks on me. He is so good-looking, a million girls would queue up for him in just one call. Who knows, he probably must be in a committed relationship already. And anyway, it is basic courtesy to greet a person, while meeting or parting. That must be the correct reason. Don't overthink, Y/N! Fucking don't!

I sigh loudly and close my notebook rather loud. My head is all muddled up with half-cooked thoughts by now, and I will have to complete my schoolwork by waking up early next morning to avoid getting into the bad books of my teachers. They are a stingy lot, for all I can say. How the fuck can anyone be so cautious in giving good grades to their own students? I always wonder.

I had better go give my head some rest now. A good night's sleep. I jump into my bed, not caring to make it, and cover myself with the large Korean mink blanket that’s my most prized possession, the last image occupying my mind being that of Yoongi. 

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[luxekook]

chapter four.

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: college au with fluff, smut & angst

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader meets (and falls for) seven members of the Beta Tau Sigma (BTS) fraternity

⇥ word count: 3.3k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing, dirty talk, noona kink, general chaotic energy, poly relationships, slight implications of switch!reader and sub!jk, jin being a beautiful mess, make-out sesh with multiple people oops

⇥ beta reader: the lovely @shadowsremedy​

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Chapter Four

Taehyung’s Room, BTS House – 10:49pm

“Alright. What do you want to know?”

Namjoon’s question fills the room. The boys all stare at me with anticipation, leaning forward with furrowed brows.

I ponder my course of action for all of two seconds before launching into my well-practiced rant, “I want to know what sort of sick prank you think you’re playing, because I am not falling for it. I mean – all of you wanting to date one person? Date me? Seems fake, but okay.”

Some of the boys move to interrupt me, but I thrust up a palm, “No, please let me finish. I know I don’t really have the right to make judgements about you guys, but I have seen some misogynistic behavior from your frat. So, I feel like it’s not that far-fetched for me to think that you’re probably playing me.”

“Messy gymnast behavior? What’s that?” Jungkook whispers to Hoseok who just shrugs, looking equally as baffled.

“Misogynistic, Kook, not messy gymnast,” Namjoon pinches his nose in frustration, “It means prejudiced against women.”

Seokjin and Jimin descend into fits of laughter. Hoseok still looks mildly perplexed, and Yoongi takes a large sip of soju from a bottle he procured from god knows where within the last few minutes.

Covering his face, Jungkook dives behind Jin in hopes of further hiding his embarrassment.

“I think I know what she’s talking about.”

The room quiets at Taehyung’s interjection. He reluctantly sits up from his relaxed position on his bed and explains, “When we met at our party last semester, she found out about our old pledge tradition.”

“Oh, damn,” Jimin sighs, “So that’s why you motioned to remove it from the chapter’s history at the last meeting.”

“Yeah,” Tae looks me in the eyes, “We voted removed it, (y/n) ... A little too late though, it seems.”

Jungkook peeks his head out from behind Jin’s shoulder, “We’re sorry, noona.”

Trying not to internally melt in response at the youngest’s display of classic puppy-dog eyes, I slump against the wall and slide into a sitting position on the floor. “Look, I’m not going to say that ‘it’s okay’ because it’s not. But I do appreciate that you removed it.”

The boys hang their heads, looking properly chastised.

“That’s fair,” Namjoon finally says quietly, “We know as a frat we fucked up. We’re not perfect. We make a lot of mistakes. But we’re trying to get back to being respectable and move on from here.”

“We’re trying to get back your respect,” Yoongi rubs the back of his neck, looking at me with wide eyes and more attentiveness than I’ve ever seen from him.

“But that’s the other thing,” I look away, pulling at a random thread fraying off of the sleeve of my sweatshirt, “Why does it matter so much that I respect you? Why are you all so invested in me all of a sudden? In all honesty, I haven’t said more than two words in conversation to half of you.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t really matter,” Namjoon shrugs, shifting to lean casually against the wall.

My eyes narrow, “How can it not matter?”

“Because we date as a group, (y/n)-noona,” Jimin smiles down at me from his perch on Taehyung’s bed, all squishy cheeks and crinkled eyes, “Tae thought we’d all like you, and then Jungkookie and Joon-hyung agreed and—”

Hoseok excitedly chimes in, arms swinging wildly, “And finding someone who we all like hasn’t happened in so long, and I’m so happy!”

“Yah, Hobi!” Jin reaches over Jungkook to shove the bouncing boy, “We’re supposed to be playing it cool. We have to woo her.” He winks and blows me a kiss.

Instinctively, I swat it away and then giggle at Seokjin’s indignant gasp.

“I take it back! She’s mean!” Launching into a passionate rant complete with head shaking and wild eyes, Jin continues, “Consider that kiss null and void. I have never been so insulted in my entire life, you know!”

Tears stream down my cheeks as I collapse from laughing alongside the rest of the boys. Namjoon’s dimples are out in full force as he drawls, “Hyung, that’s what you said yesterday when I beat you in Overwatch.”

Seokjin splutters over the now-renewed laughter of his younger brothers, “I thought I told you to never speak of that again!”

Trailing off in mumbles of how he needs new friends and how disrespected he is as an elder, Jin resorts to pouting in the corner.

“You’ll have to excuse Seokjin-hyung, (y/n),” Taehyung smirks at me with raised eyebrows, “He’s skated by solely on his looks up until now.”

Seokjin’s pouting intensifies.

“He is handsome,” I instinctively respond, fully focused on the beauty of Jin’s pouty lips. And when those lips break into a huge grin, I cringe at my lapse in judgement for the thousandth time that night.

“My faith in humanity has been restored!” Jin ambles back to his original spot next to Jungkook and thrusts a paper heart that he apparently had been carrying on his person for quite some time in my direction.

“Hyung,” Hoseok eyes Seokjin with a concerned frown, “Where did you even get that from?”

“That’s one secret I’ll never tell.” Jin barely finishes that sentence before a flurry of pillows, water bottles, and other miscellaneous items are thrown at him from all angles.

“I thought we agreed no more quoting Gossip Girl, Jin-hyung!” Jimin cries as he continues to hit Jin with a pillow from Tae’s bed.

Miraculously still even able to speak under the assault from the other boys, Jin replies with complete sincerity, “XOXO.”

Chaos reigns.

Watching all seven of them in - presumably - their most natural state, I sigh in amusement, “Y’all are too much.”

Somehow the boys hear me, because they all turn to face me once more with various expressions of playfulness and mirth. Jin still lies under the pile of them laughing slightly as they slowly shift off of him.

“Nah, I think we might be just enough for you, noona,” Jungkook pipes up as he plops down on the edge of Taehyung’s bed.

“Yeah? And how do you know that?” A sudden thought occurs to me, “Wait, why do you all even date one person anyway? Don’t you realize like half the campus is in love with each of you?”

“You’re included in that half, right?” Taehyung grins and then shrinks under my withering glare, “I mean, it’s a long story?”

“Oh, hold on,” I check my wrist, which noticeably has no watch, “Mhm, that’s right. It’s story time.”

Jimin snorts and then burrows under the covers in mortification.

“Cute,” Hoseok sighs, staring at me, “I want to keep you.”

And there’s something about having Jung Hoseok’s full attention and adoration that brings me to peak devastation. I pull my hood up over my head and burrow into my sweatshirt.

“Aw!” Various yells rebound around the room. I flip them all off.

“Hobi,” Yoongi teases, “I think she likes you.”

I peek out of the safety of my sweatshirt to eviscerate him with my eyes, but Yoongi just raises one brow coolly and calls me out, “Well, am I wrong, jagi?”

All eyes are on me, and the room is suddenly so quiet that all I can hear is the muffled party downstairs and the beating of my heart.

“... I want my lawyer,” I finally declare, re-emerging from the depths of my sweatshirt and crossing my arms.

“Oh, come on, noona!” Jimin shuffles across the room and kneels in front of me, causing me to descend into a panic, “You like Hoseok-hyung, right? Well, what about me? Do you like me?”

Jimin peers down at me, pink hair tussled and eyes shining. How could I ever say no to that beautiful face? That angelic human?

Must.

Deflect.

“I’ll answer your question if you answer mine. Why do you all date the same person when each of you could have anyone you want?”

Jimin deflates and sits back on his heels, frowning at my non-answer.

“But we do already date everyone we want,” Hoseok cuts in, giggling, “Well, almost.”

They’re already dating people? My mind wracks through all my knowledge of the seven boys sitting before me, but no evidence of them dating anyone pops up. “Wait, I’m confused. Who are you all dating then?”

I can’t help but feel like I’m on the outside of an inside joke as the boys all exchange looks that are all too smug for my liking.

“Seems like we did a good job, boys,” Namjoon chuckles, “People on this campus are pretty oblivious.”

“Nah,” Yoongi shakes his head, “They just choose not to see it. They want us all to be fully available.”

The lightbulb finally flickers on in my mind.

“Oh my sweet baby Jesus,” I whisper, “You’re all dating each other, aren’t you?”

Various nods answer that question. Jin, of course, being Jin, wipes an imaginary tear from his eye as he dramatically laments, “And she’s smart, too? How did we get so lucky, boys?”

“Yoongi,” I say calmly, “Please pass me that soju before I commit murder in this very room.”

Without a word, Yoongi hands me the bottle before settling down in the space next to me against the wall.

Suddenly hyperaware of my positioning, I realize I’m sitting in between Jimin and Yoongi. Jungkook, Taehyung and Hobi now sit together on Tae’s bed, while Jin remains on the floor surrounded by various pillows and debris.

Namjoon is still leaning against the opposite wall, looking way too intimidating and perfect that I’m forced to look away.

That is, until he starts to speak. “(y/n), the seven of us have always been close. We grew up together; and, somehow, we just work as a unit. We work together. It may seem odd or untraditional. Maybe it is. But, it’s who we are. And it’s how we love.”

Namjoon continues, “We don't want to lose what we have together, this dynamic we've spent so long building. But, we’ve been feeling like something has been missing from our relationship lately. We’ve been looking for someone to help complete us.”

“And you think that person is me?” I suck in a jagged breath, “You really want to share me? Do you know how crazy that sounds?”

"There are crazier things," Yoongi shrugs, taking back the bottle of soju from my grasp, "Like how Namjoon has an IQ of 148 but can't seem to live one day without breaking something."

Namjoon, looking affronted, opens and closes his mouth, but ultimately settles on just smiling bashfully. My heart almost explodes at such a display of cuteness.

"It's really not that crazy, (y/n)," Taehyung interrupts my internal fawning, "You seem like a girl who’s intimidated by no one and nothing. We really, really like that. And we figured since you kissed me and Jungkook that you might be interested.”

Embarrassment washes over me. I steal back the soju from Yoongi, who just smirks knowingly.

“Besides, polyamory is actually more common than you think,” Hobi smiles in that pretty heart-shaped way of his.

He has a valid point. Who am I to be the judge of what love looks like? Who am I to criticize these boys who clearly love each other and just want one more person to love? Who am I to deny myself the opportunity to be loved by seven people?

“Can I think about it?" I ask, still fighting the inevitable for whatever reason, "I'm not saying 'no’. I just need a bit of time to think it over."

"Take all the time you need, baby," Namjoon murmurs, looking like I just handed him the keys to the entire world.

"No,” Jimin groans, burrowing his head in the crook of my shoulder, “Please, please, please don't take all the time you need, (y/n)-noona! I can’t wait that long!”

I reach up to stroke my fingers through his pink hair in an attempt to soothe the poor angel.

“Do we have permission to continue to woo you during this ‘thinking’ period?” Jin inquires, casting a look of jealousy at Jimin who is now nestled even further into me.

“Continue?” I ask, “When did you start?”

“Yah!” Seokjin exclaims, “Why does she keep roasting me?”

“I think it’s hot,” Jungkook grins at me with stars in his eyes.

“That’s because you’re a masochist, Kook,” Taehyung cackles from his perch on the bed.

“Ah, hyung!” Jungkook jumps on Taehyung in an effort to silence him, “She doesn’t need to know that yet!”

“I mean, it is pretty obvious,” I pause dramatically, dropping the pitch of my voice, “Baby boy.”

Jungkook yelps and takes off out of the room.

“Shit, was that too much?” I ask, staring at the door thrown open in Jungkook’s wake.

“No,” Tae replies, still laughing, “I think he just needs a second to calm down. I’ll go see where he went.”

Taehyung gets up from the bed and shuffles out the door in search of Jungkook. The open door allows for more sounds from the party to seep into the room.

Namjoon sighs, “I should probably check on what’s happening down there, shouldn’t I?”

“Good luck, man,” Yoongi tears the soju back out of my hand and lifts it up in cheers to Namjoon. Chuckling, Namjoon ambles over to where Yoongi, Jimin and I are crowded together and grabs the soju.

After taking a long sip, he crouches down in front of me and grasps the hand that remains unoccupied by Jimin. Bringing it to his lips, Namjoon places the lightest kiss on my knuckles. “I’m so happy you showed up tonight, baby. I can only hope that my future holds more of you in any way you choose to give me.”

Pressing his lips to my palm this time, Namjoon smiles in that completely devastating way of his and then saunters out of the room. Still gaping, I realize I never even got to say a word to him in response.

“You are so whipped for him already, jagi,” Yoongi says lowly, lips brushing my ear.

I blink. My senses are on overload. Jimin is still curled into my side, with my hand stroking his hair and his lips accidentally grazing the skin of my collarbone every so often. Now, Yoongi is closer than ever. I can feel his breath against my neck and his stare focused on my lips. Meanwhile, Hobi and Jin are slowly but surely shuffling closer to where the three of us are bunched together.

“So what if I am?” I finally answer, “Aren’t you all whipped for him, too?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Jimin mumbles into my shoulder.

My mind explodes.

“She’s not ready for that yet, Jiminie,” Jin giggles, “I’m pretty sure she’s still half convinced I worship Satan in the basement.”

“Well, I wasn’t before, but now I am,” I jokingly eye Seokjin up and down with an amused smile.

He grins back at me. I melt. And he knows it.

“Can I kiss you?” Jin asks, the slightest smirk curving his lips, a look of hunger burning in his gaze, like he could just eat me up, “Please?”

I swallow and his eyes latch onto the movement of my throat.

Before I can reconsider, I remove myself from my sitting position against the wall, much to Jimin and Yoongi’s dismay, and straddle Jin’s lap, immediately capturing his lips with my own.

The effect is instantaneous. Various groans echo around me as Jin smiles against my mouth. His hands find their way under my sweatshirt and squeeze my hips, dragging my body even closer against his.

The way Jin kisses is life-ruining in its unhurried, yet passionate deliberateness. He kisses me like he’s claiming me, and the possessiveness of his actions send a ripple of excitement through my body. Releasing my mouth, he works his way down the length of my exposed neck, and I gasp in response.

Suddenly, I feel another pair of hands twine around my body from behind as Hobi pleads into my ear, “Can I kiss you, too, (y/n)?”

I nod wordlessly, wondering what I did in my past life to deserve such affection in this one.

“No fair,” I vaguely hear Jimin pouting, “I want to kiss noona.”

“We’ll have our turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi’s voice causes a shudder of anticipation to race down my spine.

“Oh, she likes that idea,” Jin laughs, obviously having felt the tremor that shot though me in response to Yoongi’s suggestion, “Come get a taste.”

“Only if that’s what she really wants,” Yoongi says, meeting my eyes, “Don’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, kitten.”

“Kitten?” I growl, eyes narrowed sharply in his direction.

“Yep,” Yoongi’s answering smirk is slow and antagonizing, “All cute and cuddly with a hint of claws.”

“I’ll show you claws,” I say darkly, getting up, “Stand up.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raise in surprise, “Why?”

“I won’t ask again,” I move closer to him and Jimin.

Yoongi pulls himself to his feet, acting like it was the most physical activity he’d ever done.

When he’s finally done with the dramatics, I move closer until he’s backed right up against the wall, “Min Yoongi, I’m going to shut you up now.”

His breath stutters as I slowly move my mouth closer to his. “Please do—” I cut him off.

Kissing Yoongi is just as intoxicating as kissing Jin, but in a different way. Yoongi tastes like soju and spearmint. His body melts under my touch, completely fine with letting me lead. An idea springs to mind and I slide my hand into his hair and tug lightly. He jolts with a moan.

Bingo. I smirk before kissing him deeper. My other hand winds around him to scratch my nails down his back. This time, I’m awarded with a small whine.

The fact that I’m wrecking this boy is simultaneously wrecking me. That impact doubles when I feel a small hand begin to wind its way up my calf towards my thigh. Tearing my mouth away from Yoongi, I open my eyes to see Jimin smiling up at me, “Can you kiss me like that, too, (y/n)-noona?”

“Why couldn’t you wait your turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi sulks adorably, sensing that my resolve against any request from Jimin was nonexistent.

“Well, aren’t you supposed to be showing me the perks of dating multiple people?” I joke, “Jin and Hobi just shared. Can’t you two?”

Jimin springs up off the floor faster than anyone I’ve ever seen, “Yes! We can share!”

“Good,” I reply, turning in Yoongi’s arms so that my back is pressed against him. He hisses in a breath. “Come here, Jiminie,” I open my arms to the eager boy who all but leaps into them.

“You’re so beautiful, noona,” Jimin sighs, pupils dilated, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

“So are you, baby,” I sigh, bringing a hand up to brush his cheek fondly, “So are you.”

I kiss Jimin gently, treasuring the feel of his plump lips against my own. I trace the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip and his mouth opens in a silent gasp. I use the chance to slip my tongue inside to twine with his.

Through my thoroughly fucked-out haze, I feel Yoongi’s hands settle onto my hips, grinding me slowly against his crotch. I moan into Jimin as Yoongi’s mouth sucks on the side of my neck, surely for the sole reason of marking me.

“Well, shit, JK,” Taehyung’s voice shatters the bubble of pleasure I had been residing within in the middle of four beautiful men. My eyes flutter open to take in the sight of Taehyung holding a box of pizza and a case of beer, with Jungkook right behind him. “Looks like the party started without us.”

a/n: oops, another slight cliff-hanger? *laughs evilly*

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[bluesunsdusk]

Sigma in different setting verses and family

Strap yourself in, this will be a long post. 

Main/Overwatch

I imagine my Sigma to have had two brothers, both older than him, but both also ultimately shorter. Wouter, the eldest brother died in the Omnic Crisis while he was working for Lucheng Interstellar, which created friction between him and the family, as they felt rather upset at his absence during this very tumultuous time despite the fact that his research served to improve the chances of survival for those back on earth. The  other brother, Joris, became a sheep farmer, because he had fanciful ideas about living the farmer lifestyle up north. Siebren was surprised that he manages to get a husband, in all honesty, because he hasn’t a clue who would want to live on a farm far removed from any bus stops and towns. 

Anyway, after a while, the tension brought on by Wouter’s death dissipated, since people knew very well that Siebren cares a lot about his family. He just wasn’t as lovey-dovey as some people and showed his care through things like developing protective measures in his lab that can be used down on earth. It wasn’t like anyone would benefit from him buying candy or some shit. Leave that to Joris. Besides, what was he supposed to do if he had stayed on earth? Take the missiles in his brother’s stead? 

Sometimes, he would try to assist in looking after the children of the family, despite only being able to use long distance communications. 

He travelled away from the family home on many school trips and went into an apartment when he entered college. Being as distracted by/focused on his studies as he was, it could be hard to manage his time between his studies and his family, so he would not visit as often as they would like if he wasn’t reminded to do so because he had a hard time missing people. He had a hard time with emotions in general and was prone to tunnel vision that made him lose track of broader time.

He loves his family, he just doesn’t spend much time with them, and he clearly loves his direct family (brothers, parents) the most. Honestly, he sometimes forgot others and had to put a lot of effort into keeping them in mind early on, especially with the limited energy he had for social interactions. That being said, the children usually did enjoy his company, which made it a lot easier to remember contacting the family, especially for the children who contacted him or asked their parents about him.

If contacted, he would not just ignore a message, unlike some uncles. It could sometimes take him a while to get back at a message, but he would try to get back to it.

Merfolk

Siebren has two siblings. With the lack of a war, his eldest brother is alive, but he nearly died protecting a school of merfolk from a human attack. Humans like to collect merfolk for prestige or to eat. Most merfolk cannot speak the human languages because they spend most of their time underwater and use nonverbal means to communicate. When above water, they also just speak a different language than any of the human languages, though they might have similar enough accents to certain local dialects.

He travels a lot, so he is used to not seeing his family for long stretches of time. That being said, he makes sure to visit them every now and then, and they make the most of it whenever he is by. His eldest brother worries about him a lot, knowing how close he gets to humans in his research. 

When he visits, ge brings some items from his research. Sometimes, it’s items that are seen as junk to humans, like broken off parts of ships or parts of marine observation technology.

In an attempt to keep everyone safe, Wouter teaches his children and brothers how to defend themselves. Because Siebren isn’t around often, he has been taught a lot less. 

Monster Hunter

In this verse, Sigma has one brother, having lost his eldest brother to a demon attack while Siebren studied different dimensions for the monster hunting order he is a part of. After his brother’s death, he continued his studies, but he was less focused, eventually having an accident that exposed him to the unfiltered energies of a demonic plane. 

Anyway, he isolated himself from his family since his brother’s death. He was not at his funeral. Like in his main verse, it put a strain on the relationship between him and his brother, though his sister-in-law understood why he didn’t show up. She was just worried about him.

Like in his main verse, he is used to not seeing his family for long stretches of time, and he is aware that he may be killed in the line of duty. As time passed, he began to contact his sister-in-law more often.

Eldritch

El just... He knows he/his host has a family, and being in this body means he has a bond towards them. In fact, he cares more about them now than he did before. Eldritch just can’t visit them, because he is an eldritch host, and he doesn’t want to do harm to his family or have them do harm to him. 

He is upset sometimes because he will never meet them and he is a stranger in his own body now. 

Vampire

His family is his vampire clan. Anyone who isn’t in the cult isn’t his family. His brother and everyone else hasn’t heard from him since he went on his little expedition. They don’t even know he’s alive. He doesn’t even think about them, and he doesn’t miss any of them. All he cares about is the melody and sharing his blood with people.

Demon

He has been a demon for so long he doesn’t even remember his family, aside from vague things. Sometimes, he may recall a name or a feeling. He is used to isolation. Sometimes, he does feel lonely, so he seeks out mortal interaction, but then he tires from said mortals. 

It’s unpleasant having a need for mortal company when having such limited patience for them. Whenever he attempts to give them a chance, they remind him of why he dislikes them. 

Orc Warlock

In this verse, Sigma lives with his family in the tribe and helps raise the children when he has the time to do so. One of his brothers was killed by outsiders during an attack on their tribe before they had relocated, and the other members of the tribe offered their hands in taking care of the children while his partner mourned. Sigma was among them, despite mourning the loss of his brother as well. Back then, he had studied the arcane and partially blamed himself for not being able to fend people off well enough to protect his brother. 

As one might imagine, the orc tribes are less about studying abroad or working in space. In fact, he’s spent most of his life with the tribe. It’s big on communal childrearing and exile is seen as the biggest shame an orc can have thrust upon them. The tribe sticks together and they protect each other. An isolated orc is far more prone to being attacked and killed than a tribe is. 

Furthermore, he’s not exactly in possession of the privilege a cis white European man with higher education would have. 

People fear his kind, though unlike with certain other races, he can understand why one may have a logical reason not to trust an orc, considering Gul’dan and the Horde in a WoW verse. 

In a general fantasy setting that so happens to have the fel, which he is in, though, he believes most biases about orcs to be just that. Biases and made up nonsense, such as that all orcs are genetically predisposed to violence and inherently worst at arcane arts shouldn’t be taken as fact, yet so many do it. It doesn’t help that orcs look less than elegant to most other races, what with their sharp teeth and tusks. The hulking mass most have doesn’t help either, nor do the more extreme groups of orc that think people like Sigma should have been drowned at birth for not being born absolutely stacked.  

People, especially orcs, don’t really trust mages in some places either, so he’s double fucked. 

The tribe has people keeping watch all day and night, in shifts, and has wards around the area to detect and hinder intruders. When away from the tribe, he is on high alert and has trouble relaxing and sleeping. His eyes will open at the slightest noise, unless he’s with someone he trusts. This means someone he trusts to protect both themselves and him, and to not get caught by surprise. He won’t even sleep much better from putting up wards, and demons can draw attention.

Sometimes, the children will visit his shaman tent when he is doing normal shaman things instead of warlock things. 

Being an important member of the tribe, he also just worries about how well his people would do without him. They already almost died a few times. He’s had to protect them on numerous occasions and the forest was chosen because it’s far from people who might harm them or try to rope them into a conflict. The demons are bound to his will, too. What would happen if he was gone for so long that they ceased to be bound? Sure, Moira is there and could tame them, but he doesn’t trust her. What if she does something that alters the tribe in a way that can’t be reversed?

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he gets anxious if cut off from the tribe. It’s in contrast with regular Overwatch Sigma, who is fine not being in contact with his family for a bit, because Warlock has hardly ever been separated from his family ever, and there is a huge mentality of loyalty to the tribe He gave his actual soul for the tribe. 

That being said, even if he got a letter while away, he would not respond to it immediately if he is occupied. He will make sure it’s safe and will check it almost immediately though. 

Dragon Age

The Augur of the Obscure does not remember his family, only small snippets of it, along with blurred and scrambled memories from other parts of his life. He thinks they were close when he was younger. His studies made them drift a little apart.

Naturally, everyone he grew up with is dead. It has been quite a long time ago since the first blight, after all. Perhaps, them being dead is for the best, considering the circumstances. 

Verses not included: 

Fable 2 and 3

Fable 3: Traitor’s Keep

Elder Scrolls 4: Oblivion

Disciple of Order

Elder Scrolls 5: Skyrim

Mass Effect ot

Mass Effect Andromeda

[kingkittyfm]

❛ ✶ ( LOVIE SIMONE , CISFEMALE , SHE/HER/HERS )  —  did you see KAITLIN WHITE walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the NINETEEN year old JUNIOR . from what i know , they are studying ENTERTAINMENT MANAGEMENT and are a part of SIGMA EPSILON CHI. they come across as + BEGUILING but also - ANTAGONISTIC , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @KINGKITTY ) it says they are a SCORPIO . when i see them , i think of RUNNING LATE TO THE BLACK-TIE DINNER , A PERFORMER WITHOUT A STAGE , A CUFF OF PRISTINE PEARLS CURLED AROUND A DARK THROAT LIKE A FIST , ALWAYS TOO MUCH AND STILL NOT ENOUGH , THE SMELL OF VANILLA BEAN CANDLES THAT HAVE JUST CAUGHT THE DRAPES ON FIRE . the most interesting thing i’ve heard about them though , is the fact that REDACTED , but don’t tell anyone i told you that . 

hello new friends !! i’m jay (or j ) this is my stupid ass bb socialite kitty whom i love w my whole heart !! you’ll find her goodies down below, but here’s her pinterest if you’re nasty !!

a quick bio !!

kaitlin “kitty” white is the second child of sidney + danielle white, a lawyer and a socialite

her elder brother jeremy is the golden child of the family ( a lawyer like their father, a star student, always composed and upholding the family’s respectable name )

danielle + sidney made no secret of their favouritism towards towards their only son, which only further encouraged kitty ( and subsequently her little sister alexis ) to act out

kitty legitimately despises jeremy, a fact that only seems to delight him further

was mainly raised by her beloved grandmother, miss beulah, until kitty was twelve and miss beulah developed alzheimer’s

heartbroken at her favourite person’s inability to recognize her, kitty has since stopped visiting her, coming up with any excuse not to go home

partying just happens to be a very convenient one

a huge fan of her fifteen yo sister alexis mae, the family rebel

they’re each other’s best friends, and kitty takes her relationship with alexis very seriously; at this point, she’s the last member of the family kitty actually likes

is attending beaumont for entertainment management, due to a childhood of performing ( cheerleading, theatre club, prom queen ) that hasn’t really translated into any real skill oops

if there’s one thing kitty knows, though, it’s entertainment, so she may as well translate that into being an agent

she isn’t really expecting to use this degree tho; women in the white family don’t do that

headcanons with kitty !!

hasn’t been seen by anyone outside her family w/o a full face of makeup in three years

on her very best days, kitty is all charm and glitter, able to make anyone and everyone feel like the center of her universe under the thousand-volt wattage of her smile. she loves crowds and being surrounded by people, and her charisma works to draw people into her orbit, if only for an evening

she only drinks sparkling water; yes it is pretentious, and no she does not care.

as far as kitty is concerned, if something can go wrong, it’s usually about to. she’s led a pretty charmed life so far, but that can only be coincidence, right? the world’s default setting is awful and cold and cruel, so kitty’s attitude is only a defense against the inevitability that her world is going to come crashing down any moment now.

she held her own small personal memorial when the jonas brothers broke up, built out of her shrine to joe jonas (posters, t-shirts, ticket stubs, a dvd of camp rock).

she’s seen the happiness begins documentary twelve times since its premiere; video footage of her crying during it is some of alexis’ best blackmail material.

kitty has always been a hard worker, even if she can only manage to care about things in short bursts; whether it was cheerleading, student council or planning alexis’ birthday parties, she can always be counted upon to put her all into it ( at least until something else catches her eye )

she really is smarter than people give her credit for, especially herself; due to the whites’ focus on measurable intelligence, kitty doesn’t view her ability to intrinsically understand people as a form of intelligence, but. y’know. it is.

despite spending most summers of her life in the hamptons, kitty cannot swim. she’s able to get past it by wearing life jackets whenever she gets on a yacht and staying clear of the railings, but she’s got a fear of being underwater that she doesn’t plan to face any time soon

they’ve yet to discover the person kitty white can’t twist to her will, whether willingly falling under the spell of her clean white smile or being convinced in a conversation that doing her bidding is really best for everyone; it’s the one thing ( besides wealth ) that all the whites share

[ao3feed-mchanzo]

Fallen Petals

by TheRavenistheWritingDesk

Hanzo Shimada has been traveling for ten years in an effort to redeem himself for his crimes; for murdering his younger brother Genji Shimada before turning on the very elders that forced his hand. In those ten years he has sold his services as an adventurer, rejecting jobs that would go against his efforts towards redemption.

Jesse McCree, from Deadlock to Overwatch; to being an adventurer himself after the fall of Overwatch. He's spent years traveling the world, a skilled Gunslinger for hire.

A job that seems simple enough on the surface, will bring the two together.

Words: 3404, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hanzo Shimada, Jesse McCree, Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe, Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu, Genji Shimada, Hana "D.Va" Song, Moira O'Deorain, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Reinhardt Wilhelm, Sigma | Siebren de Kuiper, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Sombra | Olivia Colomar, Widowmaker | Amélie Lacroix, Tekhartha Zenyatta

Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Yet another Pathfinder AU no one asked for, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, No beta we die like omnics, I made actual character sheets for this, Will add more characters if they show up - Freeform, Bottom Hanzo Shimada, Top Jesse McCree, Aasimar Hanzo Shimada, Skinwalker Jesse McCree, tags added as i think of them, Sorry Not Sorry, Team Talon (Overwatch), Deadlock Gang, Background Relationships, Complicated Relationships, Eventual Relationships, Implied Relationships, The Shimada's were all Aasimars, Deadlock Gang is a Gang of Skinwalkers, Hanzo doesn't sleep well

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[rapperkookz]

Rush!BTΣ — college!au, borderline crack au w/ @cynoirsure

a story about three friends and their obstacles of relationships, academic probation, and figuring out that international kids aren’t all that bad.

4/35

word count: 2k

warnings: swearing, underage/college drinking, getting high, hints of hookup

Y/N’s POV

Tonight was the first huge frat party of the semester and it was being held at Seokjin and Hoseok’s apartment. Beta Tau Sigma was known around campus for three, maybe four, things.

Having the best brotherhood between all the fraternities.

Being incredibly attractive, but also super nice.

Throwing the biggest bangers.

Being mind blowing at sex, for both guys and girls.

You’ve experienced three out of the four things that the frat was known for, if you’ll experience all four is to be determined. You heard about the Beta Tau party not through Jimin or Kevin, but through one of your sisters in your sorority, Sigma Phi Omega. You would be lying if you said you weren’t excited, the first time you got wasted at a frat party was also hosted by the Betas. You were pretty sure that they made you and Jungkook chug a keg together, but your memory was a little hazy of that night — and you were positive Jungkook couldn’t remember the party either.

“Honestly, fuck this quiz tomorrow,” you said to no one in particular, “I’ll just fail I guess.”

You gathered up your belongings in the library and headed towards your Big’s apartment. You usually got ready with her for parties, and tonight was no exception. She screamed y/n as you knocked on her door, pulling you in for a crushing hug.

“Are you so ready for tonight?” She asked excitedly, “I heard Seokjin set up tables for beer pong later in the basement, it’s going to be crazy.”

You laughed, “Jieun unnie I can’t go too hard tonight, I have a quiz tomorrow for my 8 am.”

“Simple solution,” she said getting you a glass of water, “get fucked up during our pregame and in the beginning so you can sober up by your class in the morning.”

You laughed and connected to her speaker, blasting a playlist that you always put on to get you hype for parties.

---

Approximately 4 hours later, you found yourself at Seokjin and Hoseok’s apartment with your Big and a couple other Sigmas. You were far surpassed buzzed, completely tipsy, and on the brink of being drunk...and it was only 10 pm. The night was still young and you knew more people were coming later. All the guys from Beta Tau were living it up. Seokjin was currently playing beer pong - and losing - against one of the guys from another frat on campus. Joon and Yoongi were sitting down in the dining room, Joon had a beer in his hand while Yoongi casually drank a glass of whiskey on the rocks. Both of them seeming to be in a deep philosophical conversation of some sorts. Hoseok and Jimin were talking and picking up some girls, Hoseok some guys. Typical. You were certain you saw Jimin enter the guest bedroom an hour ago with a girl. Tae and Kevin were on the makeshift dance floor in the basement with some other Greek life members. Jungkook was nowhere to be found, at least that’s because you haven’t seen him yet since you arrived.

“y/n, you doing alright?” Namjoon asked worriedly as you stumbled in the kitchen for another drink. You flashed him a bright smile, your face flushed from the alcohol.

“I’m doing great, oppa.” You slurred, “Do you have any more tequila mixes?”

“Why don’t you drink some water first,” He suggested handing you his own water bottle, bringing you over to where him and Yoongi were. The three of you suddenly engaged in a conversation about superheroes and which was better, Marvel or DC.

“Obviously, Marvel is the better franchise,” Yoongi said, as worked up as you have ever seen him.

“Oppa, you’re wrong.” You said defiantly, “Jinhee loves Marvel and she’s also just wrong.”

Namjoon clicked his tongue, “I don’t know, DC just doesn’t give as much character development as Marvel does-”

“Fuck the character development, Aquaman and Wonder Woman are just superior to everything else.” You said, “like most of them are gifted with powers from birth or something, with the exception of Batman. But like, Iron Man?? He literally built his own powers, I could do that.”

“Batman did the same thing!” Yoongi said shocked. “Oh, if only Jungkook was here.”

“Where is he?” Namjoon asked wondering about their youngest brother, “He was here a couple hours ago.”

You stood up bidding them goodbye, “I need to pee.”

Although you’ve been here before, you have never navigated yourself around the place drunk, mistaking one of the bedrooms for a bathroom. Opening the door, you walked in to find Jungkook sitting on the bed, taking a hit of his dab pen as he played a round of Fortnite on Seokjin’s gaming computer. He turned around at the sound of the door opening, looking surprised at your entrance. “Oh fuck, sorry man give me a second. Play a solo or something.”

“O-Oh sorry, I thought this was the bathroom.” You mumbled, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by how attractive he looked. Jungkook wore black skinny jeans with a white tee shirt tucked in at the waist, his sleeves were rolled up accenting his biceps. “You look really hot right now, Kook.”

Fuck. “Did I say that out loud?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jungkook nodded with a shy smile, rubbing his nape. “You look pretty good as well, y/n.”

“Thanks,” you said fiddling with the ends of your skirt. His eyes followed the movement of your hands, your stomach churning at the thought of him checking you out.

“Jin hyung has a private bathroom right here, you can use it.”

After peeing, you spent an extra 10 minutes in the bathroom just looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to fix your outfit, make it a little bit more slutty, also trying to sober up a little from your drunk state as to not make any more dumb slips. When you exited the bathroom, Jungkook was sitting casually on Jin’s bed, scrolling through his phone in one hand, twirling his dab pen in the other. You sat down on the bed across from him, the boy looking up in your direction with a smile, “wanna take a hit?”

“Yes please,” you said thankfully taking a hit from the dab and inhaling. Guess you’re gonna get crossed tonight. “How much have you drank?”

“Just a couple beers, we have our quiz tomorrow and I’m literally impossible to wake up.” He chuckled taking a hit and blowing some Os. You don’t think you’ve ever had a 1 on 1 conversation with Jungkook that lasted more than 5 minutes so the two of you casually getting high together while the Beta Tau party was in full swing was a new experience. By the time Jinhee and Seokjin entered the room, the two of them lightly bickering about something, you were definitely crossed, Jungkook on the other hand was baked, and the room had a hint of weed in the air.

“What are you two kids doing in here?” Seokjin asked curiously eyeing the two of you on his bed, “Please tell me that you didn’t fuck on my bed.”

“We didn’t fuck on your bed, hyung,” Jungkook answered with smile.

“You’re high as fuck,” The elder boy chuckled, “Get out and have some human communication, you two.”

“Besides, we’re doing a bet.” Jinhee chuckled.

“That was the only way I could get her to drink,” Jin said to which you stumbled over to your close friend.

“Unniee, I’m so glad you’re here we can party togetherr~”

“Christ, y/n.” She said stopping you from falling over. The two informed you and Jungkook of the bet.

Take a shot of vodka (or water depending on how fucked up you were already) every time Jimin makes out with a girl.

“Do the two girls earlier tonight count already?” You asked, “I saw oppa with some girls already.”

“I guess that’s two shots off the bat.”

You announced that you were going to get the shots, Jinhee supporting your steps as she guided you outside to the kitchen. The older girl cursed as you accidentally stepped on her foot with your heel, “sorry hehe.”

“How are my two favorite girls?” Hoseok smirked encountering the two of you in the kitchen.

“Make 10 shots Hoseok,” Jinhee said keeping you upright, “actually make that 8.”

“No I want to take shots too!” You whined as Jinhee and Hoseok talked about the bet against Jimin. From the corner of your eye, you spotted Kevin and Taehyung walk into the guest bedroom, but before you opened your mouth to say something, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jungkook, and Seokjin entered the kitchen.

“I guess that’s...12 shots?” Jinhee said, “make 2 water shots for y/n over here.”

“What am I, a bartender?” Hoseok huffed, “someone at least help me.”

“Can I please join the shots?” You asked getting an immediate no from Jinhee, Seokjin, Namjoon and Yoongi.

“You’ve been drinking for a while, y/n.” Namjoon said putting a hand on your shoulder. Seokjin chimed in, “plus you’ve been getting high with Jungkook.”

“You’re gonna regret it in the morning if you drink even more,” Yoongi crossed his arms.

You huffed and stomped on the floor like a child, “if I don’t get at least one shot of vodka I’m going to suck Hoseok oppa’s dick.”

The whole group tensed up at your challenge. Jungkook, surprisingly, spoke up first, “hyung, give her a shot.”

“I mean, I think this is a win-win situation for me.” Hoseok said leaning against the counter, “I don’t have to give her a shot.”

At that moment, Jimin stepped into the kitchen, wondering why all of you were gathered in the one place, “Hey guys, are we taking shots?”

“Oppa, if I don’t get a shot I’m sucking Hoseok oppa’s dick.”

It was as if a switch flipped off in Jimin’s head, “and suddenly, I’m sober. You’re gonna do nothing of that sort, you’ve had enough y/n.”

“Oh c’mon Chim, if she wants to suck my-”

“I’m gonna get Jieun over here and see if she can take you home,” Jimin said to you, “Joon hyung can you get y/n some water? And make sure my beloved Big doesn’t take her anywhere?”

“So touchy,” Hoseok said as Jimin walked away, “I’ll get someone else to suck my dick, no biggie. Sorry y/n, looks like you’re not getting another shot or a hookup tonight.”

You frowned watching the rest of the group take their shots, recording it on their snapchats or whatever. Jinhee and Seokjin sat with you as the rest of the boys dispersed into the party, your Big coming in with Jimin only a few minutes later.

“Little,” Jieun said with a smile, looking completely fine. You always marveled at how well she held her alcohol. “Jimin told me it’s time for you to go home.”

“I feel like a child,” You muttered under your breath.

She patted your arm, “You gotta take care of yourself at parties y/n, or you’ll make decisions you might regret. Besides, don’t you have a quiz tomorrow in your 8 am?”

Your shoulders slumped at the realization, suddenly feeling the need to cry. Jieun linked arms with you as you left, Jimin asking you to text him when you got back to your dorm, but there was no promise that you would remember in the 5 minute drive back.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay at my apartment, y/n? You know you’re always welcome to, I have the futon.” Jieun offered, you shook your head saying that you just wanted to sober up on your own. And as if the night couldn’t get worse, your roommate had her girlfriend over so you definitely couldn’t even enter your own room. Getting your phone out, your fingers drunkenly hovered over the keyboard.

Jiohooonei, can I slewp in yiur dorn tonighr?

Almost immediately, you received a reply, making you grin and press the button in the elevator to floor two instead of your usual floor four.

--

Meanwhile back at the party, Jinhee was drinking casually with Seokjin, Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon. Kevin and Taehyung still weren’t anywhere to be seen.

--

“Fuck.” Taehyung breathed as Kevin palmed his crotch.

“We probably shouldn’t do this,” Kevin said as he sucked on Taehyung’s shoulder. The older one whined, hiding his face in his shoulder. Taehyung began to trail kisses from the crook of Kevin’s neck up to his earlobe, biting gently and whining once more.

“Why not?” The pout was prominent in Taehyung’s voice, his hands tracing patterns down Kevin’s arm. Kevin growled lowly, capturing Taehyung’s arms and holding them together.

“Because if we go further, I want you to be sober when I’m fucking you this good, love.” The younger one pulled away once more, not before kissing Taehyung’s temple once more. Taehyung whined once more, but Kevin had already been making himself presentable once more, waiting for Taehyung to do the same.

“What if there isn’t a next time?” Taehyung’s question came out as barely a whisper, making Kevin chuckle. He shook his head and smiled softly at Taehyung.

“For you? I’d give you a million times.”

1-31-19

[mvxinations]

( dua lipa + cisfemale + she/her ) have you seen ( maxine prescott ) walking around campus ? they are a ( twenty ) year old, studying ( political science ). we hear they are in ( theta sigma eta ), and can be ( patient & laid back ), maybe it’s because they are a ( scorpio ). they sort of remind us of ( denim jackets, nude makeup, wing tip eyeliners ), maybe we can find out more !

and this is my other (lowkey) wild child, maxine:

about her (tw death)

maxine grew up in a very peaceful family. her parents were very supportive and encouraging of everything that she does when she was a child and she knew that making her parents smile was the only thing that she ever wanted to do as a child. she wasn’t a prodigy child nor someone who did exceptional things but little hobbies made her parents proud somehow.

her parents were this way because maxine was born out of a difficult pregnancy. her parents were told that they would never have a kid because her mother had a hard time trying to carry a child. but for some reason, maxine was carried to term and for her parents, she was a miracle child.

unfortunately, a plane crash had claimed the life of her parents. her parents had a business to do in asia and the news of the plane crashing sent maxine into a huge mess of devastation.

her father’s brother, easton’s father, had taken custody of maxine since there was a debate about her going to an adoption house if she isn’t taken by any relatives.

the death of her parents killed the fire lit in her and she never wanted to socialize to any of easton’s family. despite easton’s sisters being there for her, making her feel like part of the family, she still despised the situation she was placed in.

from a family that was always present to a family whose parents barely went home, maxine felt unloved. especially with the fact that the elder brother was always out and about and treated them like they were some kind of burden. she never despised anyone else more than easton because of the way he acted towards the siblings.

she tried her best to be invisible and despite wanting to act out to piss everyone off, she decided against it because she did not want any extra attention and she knew that the responsibility of taming her would go to easton and she did not want any of it.

when the patriarch of the prescott’s died, everyone was pretty messed up. she wasn’t supposed to care but she had felt for them. where she was before is where they were now and felt like she had the responsibility of comforting all of them.

she is currently trying to be at peace in where she is right now in the prescott world and she enjoyed entertaining the sisters. but easton was the real work, she had to let herself let go of her bitterness towards his past actions for a better relationship with her brother.

[krinsbez]

My Transformers Fancon: Autobot High Command, Part II

-Ultra Magnus of Iacon is in a bit of an odd position; he's an all around badass, a reasonably good commander, and Optimus' brother. Unfortunately, in part because they're brothers, UM has difficulty respecting Optimus' authority. If given direct orders, he'll follow them eventually, but he's not shy about complaining about it, and he is the member of High Command most likely to disagree with Optimus. Of course, as UM is a stickler for the regs, Magnus would never dream of expressing his true opinion of the Prime in front of the troops, and the rank-and-file never see anything to suggest he isn't behind Optimus 100%. Despite the routine insubordination, Ultra Magnus is nonetheless a key member of High Command, as they're both mech enough to put their personal animosity aside and Magnus' overwhelming badassery cannot be denied. -Emirate Xaaron of Kalis, formerly a professor of Law and of Theology at the Institute of Higher Programming, Iacon's representative on the Council of Elders, candidate for Prime, and interim Chairman of the Autobot Alliance, is currently in command of Autobot-controlled Cybertron (and it's two remaining moons). He's pretty much the ideal politician; smart, articulate, principled, and passionately dedicated to the well-being of his constituents, hence his current position. He's done a pretty good job of both keeping up the morale of both the besieged inhabitants of Autobot territory and their underground counterparts dwelling under the Decepticon yoke. Like his Decepticon counterpart, he doesn't see much combat, but unlike Jhiaxus, this does not diminish his status amongst his peers, and he is frequently consulted WRT grand strategy, especially the ethical and legal aspects thereof.

-Alpha Trion (who has no toponym due to predating every city-state) is the oldest living being in the known universe. He spent tens of millions of years as Chief Archivist, and even longer as Guardian of the Key to Vector Sigma. He was a mentor to Prima and to most of the Matrix-bearers that followed. He is at least learned on pretty much every subject you can name. As a result, his name is synonymous with wisdom. He is also the legendary hero who overthrew the Quintessons, so it's not a surprise he's counted as a member of Autobot High Command. Owing to his age and importance every effort is made to keep him away from combat, though the extent to which anyone can stop him from doing what he wants is fairly minimal; it took a great deal of wheedling before he consented to be accompanied by a security detail on his frequent quests outside of securely-held Autobot territory.

[grimtwin]

What games have you plaued? And what consoles do you own?

That is a lot of games I’ve played…but you asked. 

Note: This is an incredibly long list of the games I’ve played on consoles I’ve owned. These are just games that I REMEMBER, or still currently own. 

Xbox 360 (Red Ringed after 4 days. Garbage system):Blue Dragon Star Ocean IV: The Last Hope Infinite Undiscovery Left 4 Dead 1 & 2 Halo 1, 2, & 3 

Sega Genesis:Sonic The Hedgehog 2Earthworm Jim

Playstation:Final Fantasy VII, VIII, IX, OriginsLegend of DragoonSoul BladeChrono CrossKlonoaResident Evils 1, 2, 3Crash Bandicoot 1-4Spyro the Dragon MusashiInuyashaParasite EveSilent Hill & 2Megaman 8Megaman X through X6Megaman Legends 1 & 2Metal Gear SolidSyphon Filter 2Grand Theft Auto Twisted Metal, 2, & 3WWF War Zone

Playstation 2:Final Fantasy X & X-2Final Fantasy XIIThe BouncerDragonball Z: Budokai, 2, & 3Samurai Warriors 2: EmpiresTekken Tag Tournament, Death by Degrees & 4Metal Gear Solid 2 & Snake EaterYu Yu Hakusho: Dark TournamentShadow of the ColossusSoul Calibur 2 and 3Resident Evil: Code VeronicaMortal Kombat: Shaolin MonksNaruto: Ultimate Ninja StormTwisted Metal BlackMegaman X CollectionGrand Theft Auto 3, Vice City, and San AndreasDynasty Warriors 3, 4, 5,Dynasty Warriors Empires 4 and 5God of War 1 and 2Dragon Quest VIIIElder Scrolls IV: SkyrimGuilty GearDark Cloud 2ShinobiManhuntSilent Hill 3Devil May Cry 2Dead or Alive 2Star Ocean 3: Till the End of TimeYu-Gi-Oh! The Duelist of Roses Guitar Hero, 2, Encore Rock the 80s & 90s

Playstation 3:CatherineInfamousCall of Duty 4Call of Duty Modern Warfare, 2, and 3.Call of Duty: Black Ops, IIBorderlands, 2, Pre-SequelValkyria ChroniclesBurnout ParadiseMetal Gear Solid 4Metal Gear Solid: RevengenceSoul Calibur 3 and 4Grand Theft Auto IVMortal Kombat 9Final Fantasy XIII, XIII-2, Lightning ReturnsFinal Fantasy VI, VII, IX, X, X-2 RemasterIco RemasteredThe Last of UsUncharted, 2, 3Resident Evil 5 & 6Ninja Gaiden Sigma, 2, 3Dynasty Warriors/Empires 6Dynasty Warriors 7, Extreme Legends FolkloreHeavy RainBayonettaGundam Warriors 3Dungeon Siege 2Dead or Alive 5God of War 3South Park: The Stick of TruthNaruto Ultimate Ninja Storm 1 & 2Lollipop ChainsawBioshock InfiniteMarvel vs Capcom 3Asura’s WrathBlazBlue: Calamity TriggerDevil May Cry 4Madden 9, 11Motor StormBatman: Arkham Asylum & CityKillzone 1 & 2Tekken 6Ratchet & Clank Future: Tools of DestructionLittle Big PlanetResonance of FateDragonball Z Burst LimitSuper/Street Fighter IVOne Piece: Pirates Warriors 1 & 2

Playstation 4:Valkyria Chronicles 4Soul Calibur VIRed Dead Redemption 2Dying LightMonster Hunter WorldFinal Fantasy XVMortal Kombat XTales of BerseriaFallout 4Metal Gear Solid VHorizon Zero DawnOverwatchDragon Quest XIMetal Slug 3MinecraftI Am SetsunaOne Piece: Pirate Warriors 3

Playstation Portable:Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core Final Fantasy Dissidia

Nintendo:Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles & IIBill Elliot’s Nascar ChallengeSkate or DieTetrisMetroidMario Bros.Super Mario Bros. 2 & 3The Legend of ZeldaDr. MarioDuck HuntRoboCopShadowGateDouble Dragon IISpider Man: Return of the Sinister Six

Super Nintendo:Super Mario WorldMario PaintA Legend of Zelda; A Link to the PastSuper MetroidSuper Mario KartDonkey Kong Country, 2, & 3John Madden FootballChrono TriggerFroggerMegaman XJurassic ParkMortal Kombat, 2 & 3Super Play Action FootballSpeedy Gonzales Los Goats BandidosTeenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Turtles in TimeNintendo 64:Super Mario 64Super Mario Kart 64Donkey Kong 64Mario Party, 2, 3Golden Eye 007Perfect DarkYoshi’s StoryResident Evil 2Pokemon SnapPokemon StadiumSuper Smash BrothersWCW vs NWO: World TourLegend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time & Majora’s Mask

Gamecube:The Legend of Zelda: Wind WakerResident Evil 0, 4, and REmakeTales of SymphoniaSoul Calibur 3Bad BoysYu-Gi-Oh! The Falsebound KingdomThe Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time & Twilight PrincessMetroid Prime 1 & 2WWE Day of ReckoningSuper Smash Brothers MeleeNintendo Wii:Mario Galaxy & 2Super Paper Mario Tatsunoko vs CapcomMetroid: Other MMariokart WiiWii Sports (came with the system)No More Heroes, 2Super Smash Brother BrawlMetroid Prime 3: CorruptionNew Super Mario Brothers WiiResident Evil The Darkside ChroniclesTales of Symphonia: Dawn of a New World

Nintendo Switch:CelesteOctopath TravelerSuper Smash Brothers UltimateStreet Fighter: 30 Anniversary CollectionThe Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Gameboy:Pokemon Red, Blue, Gold, Silver, CrystalKirby’s DreamlandMegaman XtremeFinal Fantasy III

Gameboy Color:Kirby Tilt N’ TumbleThe Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Seasons

Gameboy Advanced SP:Golden Sun 1 & 2Super Mario World 2Teen TitansThe Legend of Zelda: The Minish CapPokemon PinballYu Yu Hakusho Tournament TacticsYu Yu Hakusho Spirit DetectivePokemon Sapphire, Ruby, Emerald, Leaf Green, Fire Red, 

Nintendo DS:Fire Emblem AwakeningChrono TriggerBravely DefaultPokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers in TimeGolden Sun: Dark DawnKirby Superstar UltraThe Legend of Zelda: A Link Between Worlds Resident Evil: The MercenariesPokemon: Black, White, Black 2, White 2, Platinum, Heart Gold, Soul Sliver, Diamond, Pearl

Nintendo 3DS Pokemon X, Y, Alpha Sapphire, Omega Ruby, Sun, Moon, Ultra SunLegend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask 

[blackkudos]

Bessie Delany

Annie Elizabeth (Bessie) Delany (3 September 1891 – 25 September 1995) was an American dentist and civil rights pioneer who was the subject, along with her elder sister Sarah "Sadie" Delany, of the New York Times bestselling oral history, Having Our Say, written by journalist Amy Hill Hearth. Delany earned a Doctor of Dental Surgery (DDS) degree from Columbia University in 1923. She was the second Black woman licensed to practice dentistry in New York State, and became famous, with the publication of the book, when she was aged 101.

Biography

Delany was the third of ten children born to the Rt. Rev. Henry Beard Delany (1858–1928), the first Black person elected Bishop of the Episcopal Church in the United States, and Nanny Logan Delany (1861–1956), an educator. H.B. Delany was born into slavery in St. Mary's, Georgia. Nanny Logan Delany was born in a community then known as Yak, Virginia, seven miles from Danville.

Bessie Delany was born and raised on the campus of St. Augustine's School (now University) in Raleigh, North Carolina, where her father was the Vice-Principal and her mother, a teacher and administrator. Delany was a 1911 graduate of the school. In 1918, she followed her sister to New York City, enrolling at Columbia University, from which she earned her dental degree in 1923. Of 170 students in her graduating class, she was the only Black female. She shared a dental office with her brother, Dr. H. B. Delany Jr., at 2305 Seventh Avenue, and later, 2303 Seventh Avenue, in Harlem. She was a member of the Alpha Sigma chapter of Delta Sigma Theta, later renamed the New York Alumnae chapter. Throughout her life, Bessie, participated in many protests and marches, and encouraged civil rights organizers to meet at her and her brother's office.

Death

Delany died at the age of 104 in Mount Vernon, New York, where she had long resided. She is interred at Mount Hope Cemetery in Raleigh, North Carolina.

The Delany Sisters

In 1991, Delany and her sister Sadie were interviewed by journalist Amy Hill Hearth, who wrote a feature story about them for The New York Times. A New York book publisher read Hearth's newspaper story and asked her to write a full-length book on the sisters. Hearth and the sisters worked closely for two years to create the book, Having our Say: The Delany Sisters' First 100 Years, which dealt with the trials and tribulations the sisters had faced during their century of life. The book was on The New York Times bestseller lists for 105 weeks. It spawned a Broadway play in 1995 and a television film in 1999. Both the play and film adaptations were produced by Judith R. James and Dr. Camille O. Cosby.

In 1994, the sisters and Hearth published The Delany Sisters' Book of Everyday Wisdom, a follow up to Having Our Say. After Bessie's death, Sadie Delany and Hearth created a third book, On my Own at 107; Reflections on Life Without Bessie.

Her siblings were:

Lemuel Thackara Delany (1887–1956)

Sarah Louise ("Sadie") Delany (1889–1999)

Julia Emery Delany (1893–1974)

Henry Delany, Jr. (1895–1991)

Lucius Delany (1897–1969)

William Manross Delany (1899–1955)

Hubert Thomas Delany (1901–1990)

Laura Edith Delany (1903–1993)

Samuel Ray Delany (1906–1960)

Living Relative Families: Delany, Mickey, Stent, and Graham Families

http://wikipedia.thetimetube.com/?lang=en&q=Annie%20Elizabeth%20Delany

[pamphletstoinspire]

Book Of Genesis - From The Latin Vulgate - Chapter 10

INTRODUCTION.

The Hebrews now entitle all the Five Books of Moses, from the initial words, which originally were written like one continued word or verse; but the Sept. have preferred to give the titles the most memorable occurrences of each work. On this occasion, the Creation of all things out of nothing, strikes us with peculiar force. We find a refutation of all the heathenish mythology, and of the world's eternity, which Aristotle endeavoured to establish. We behold the short reign of innocence, and the origin of sin and misery, the dispersion of nations, and the providence of God watching over his chosen people, till the death of Joseph, about the year 2369 (Usher) 2399 (Sal. and Tirin) B.C. 1631. We shall witness the same care in the other Books of Scripture, and adore his wisdom and goodness in preserving to himself faithful witnesses, and a true Holy Catholic Church, in all ages, even when the greatest corruption seemed to overspread the land. H.

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This Book is so called from its treating of the Generation, that is, of the Creation and the beginning of the world. The Hebrews call it Bereshith, from the word with which it begins. It contains not only the History of the Creation of the World, but also an account of its progress during the space of 2369 years, that is, until the death of Joseph.

The additional Notes in this Edition of the New Testament will be marked with the letter A. Such as are taken from various Interpreters and Commentators, will be marked as in the Old Testament. B. Bristow, C. Calmet, Ch. Challoner, D. Du Hamel, E. Estius, J. Jansenius, M. Menochius, Po. Polus, P. Pastorini, T. Tirinus, V. Bible de Vence, W. Worthington, Wi. Witham. — The names of other authors, who may be occasionally consulted, will be given at full length.

Verses are in English and Latin. HAYDOCK CATHOLIC BIBLE COMMENTARY

This Catholic commentary on the Old Testament, following the Douay-Rheims Bible text, was originally compiled by Catholic priest and biblical scholar Rev. George Leo Haydock (1774-1849). This transcription is based on Haydock's notes as they appear in the 1859 edition of Haydock's Catholic Family Bible and Commentary printed by Edward Dunigan and Brother, New York, New York.

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Chapter 10

The genealogy of the children of Noe, by whom the world was peopled after the flood.

[1] These are the generations of the sons of Noe: Sem, Cham, and Japheth: and unto them sons were born after the flood. Hae sunt generationes filiorum Noe, Sem, Cham et Japheth : natique sunt eis filii post diluvium.

[2] The sons of Japheth: Gomer, and Magog, and Madai, and Javan, and Thubal, and Mosoch, and Thiras. Filii Japheth : Gomer, et Magog, et Madai, et Javan, et Thubal, et Mosoch, et Thiras.

[3] And the sons of Gomer: Ascenez and Riphath and Thogorma. Porro filii Gomer : Ascenez et Riphath et Thogorma.

[4] And the sons of Javan: Elisa and Tharsis, Cetthim and Dodanim. Filii autem Javan : Elisa et Tharsis, Cetthim et Dodanim.

[5] By these were divided the islands of the Gentiles in their lands, every one according to his tongue and their families in their nations. Ab his divisae sunt insulae gentium in regionibus suis, unusquisque secundum linguam suam et familias suas in nationibus suis.

[6] And the sons of Cham: Chus, and Mesram, and Phuth, and Chanaan. Filii autem Cham : Chus, et Mesraim, et Phuth, et Chanaan.

[7] And the sons of Chus: Saba, and Hevila, and Sabatha, and Regma, and Sabatacha. The sons of Regma: Saba and Dadan. Filii Chus : Saba, et Hevila, et Sabatha, et Regma, et Sabatacha. Filii Regma : Saba et Dadan.

[8] Now Chus begot Nemrod: he began to be mighty on the earth. Porro Chus genuit Nemrod : ipse coepit esse potens in terra,

[9] And he was a stout hunter before the Lord. Hence came a proverb: Even as Nemrod the stout hunter before the Lord. et erat robustus venator coram Domino. Ob hoc exivit proverbium : Quasi Nemrod robustus venator coram Domino.

[10] And the beginning of his kingdom was Babylon, and Arach, and Achad, and Chalanne in the land of Sennaar. Fuit autem principium regni ejus Babylon, et Arach et Achad, et Chalanne, in terra Sennaar.

[11] Out of that land came forth Assur, and built Ninive, and the streets of the city, and Chale. De terra illa egressus est Assur, et aedificavit Niniven, et plateas civitatis, et Chale.

[12] Resen also between Ninive and Chale: this is the great city. Resen quoque inter Niniven et Chale : haec est civitas magna.

[13] And Mesraim begot Ludim, and Anamim, and Laabim, Nepthuim, At vero Mesraim genuit Ludim, et Anamim et Laabim, Nephthuim,

[14] And Phetrusim, and Chasluim; of whom came forth the Philistines, and the Capthorim. et Phetrusim, et Chasluim : de quibus egressi sunt Philisthiim et Caphtorim.

[15] And Chanaan begot Sidon, his firstborn, the Hethite, Chanaan autem genuit Sidonem primogenitum suum. Hethaeum,

[16] And the Jebusite, and the Amorrhite, and the Gergesite, et Jebusaeum, et Amorrhaeum, Gergesaeum,

[17] The Hevite and the Aracite: the Sinite, Hevaeum, et Aracaeum : Sinaeum,

[18] And the Aradian, the Samarite, and the Hamathite: and afterwards the families of the Chanaanites were spread abroad. et Aradium, Samaraeum, et Amathaeum : et post haec disseminati sunt populi Chananaeorum.

[19] And the limits of Chanaan were from Sidon as one comes to Gerara even to Gaza, until thou enter Sodom and Gomorrha, and Adama, and Seboim even to Lesa. Factique sunt termini Chanaan venientibus a Sidone Geraram usque Gazam, donec ingrediaris Sodomam et Gomorrham, et Adamam, et Seboim usque Lesa.

[20] These are the children of Cham in their kindreds, and tongues, and generations, and lands, and nations. Hi sunt filii Cham in cognationibus, et linguis, et generationibus, terrisque et gentibus suis.

[21] Of Sem also, the father of all the children of Heber, the elder brother of Japheth, sons were born. De Sem quoque nati sunt, patre omnium filiorum Heber, fratre Japheth majore.

[22] The sons of Sem: Elam and Assur, and Arphaxad, and Lud, and Aram. Filii Sem : Aelam, et Assur, et Arphaxad, et Lud, et Aram.

[23] The sons of Aram: Us and Hull, and Gether, and Mess. Filii Aram : Us, et Hul, et Gether, et Mes.

[24] But Arphaxad begot Sale, of whom was born Heber. At vero Arphaxad genuit Sale, de quo ortus est Heber.

[25] And to Heber were born two sons: the name of the one was Phaleg, because in his days the earth was divided: and his brother's name Jectan. Natique sunt Heber filii duo : nomen uni Phaleg, eo quod in diebus ejus divisa sit terra : et nomen fratris ejus Jectan.

[26] Which Jectan begot Elmodad, and Saleph, and Asarmoth, Jare, Qui Jectan genuit Elmodad, et Saleph, et Asarmoth, Jare,

[27] And Aduram, and Uzal, and Decla, et Aduram, et Uzal, et Decla,

[28] And Ebal, and Abimael, Saba, et Ebal, et Abimael, Saba,

[29] And Ophir, and Hevila, and Jobab. All these were the sons of Jectan. et Ophir, et Hevila, et Jobab : omnes isti, filii Jectan.

[30] And their dwelling was from Messa as we go on as far as Sephar, a mountain in the east. Et facta est habitatio eorum de Messa pergentibus usque Sephar montem orientalem.

[31] These are the children of Sem according to their kindreds and tongues, and countries in their nations. Isti filii Sem secundum cognationes, et linguas, et regiones in gentibus suis.

[32] These are the families of Noe, according to their peoples and nations. By these were the nations divided on the earth after the flood. Hae familiae Noe juxta populos et nationes suas. Ab his divisae sunt gentes in terra post diluvium.

Commentary:

Ver. 2. Japheth. From his being placed first, some conclude that he was the eldest; and perhaps the famed Japetus of the Greeks is the same person. D. --- Sem comes last, though elder than Cham, that the history of the true Church may be more connected. Though it would be a work of great labour to discover what nations sprung from the people here mentioned, yet some are sufficiently obvious; and the learned Bochart has given very plausible applications of the different names to the respective nations, in his Phaleg. or sacred Geography. Gomer is supposed to be the father of the Cimbri in Germany, from whom the French and English also probably sprung. H. --- Magog, father of the Scythians, &c. Ezec. xxvi. Madai of the Medes, Javan of the Ionians in Greece, Thubal of the Iberians and Spaniards, Mosoch of the Muscovites, Thiras of the Thracians.

Ver. 3. Ascenez father of the Germans, Thogorma father of the Turks. M.

Ver. 5. The islands. So the Hebrews called all the remote countries, to which they went by ships to Judea, as Greece, Italy, Spain, &c. (Ch.) whether they were surrounded with water or not. Jer. xxv. 22. M.

Ver. 9. A stout hunter. Not of beasts, but of men; whom by violence and tyranny he brought under his dominion. And such he was, not only in the opinion of men, but before the Lord; that is, in his sight who cannot be deceived. Ch. --- The Sept. call him a giant; that is, a violent man. According to Josephus, he stirred up men to rebel against the Lord, maintaining that all their happiness must come from themselves, &c. Ant. i. 4. Thus he broached the first heresy after the deluge. W. --- He seems to have been the same as Bel, father of Ninus, and the author of idolatry. M.

Ver. 11. That land, of Sennaar, near the city of Babylon. Assur, or Ninus, who founded the Assyrian empire. M. --- But many understand this of Nemrod, who, in his progress from Babylonia to conquer the world, and oppress the rest of his brethren, came forth into Assyria, as if it were written Assurah; the He signifying motion towards, being often omitted in names of places. See 2 Kings, vi. 10. Bochart. There he built Ninive, on the Tigris. But the exact situation of this vast city is not even known. C. --- And the streets, &c. which were amazingly extensive. Jonas iii. 3. It may also signify the city Rohoboth. Pagnin. --- Chale perhaps of Halah. 4 Kings xvii. 6. on the banks, or near the source of the river Chaboras.

Ver. 12. Resen, perhaps Larissa, here written without the La; as 1 Par. v. 26. Hala has the preposition, and is written Lahela. Bochart. --- This, &c. It is doubtful which of these three cities is meant: but as we know that Ninive was remarkable for size and magnificence, we may suppose this is designated. C. M.

Ver. 19. To Lesa, or Laisa, to the north, on the Jordan, as Sodom was on the southern extremity of that river. Sidon and Gaza were on the Mediterranean sea, north and south; so that these four cities are like four points, determining the extent of the promised land, which, as it was important for the Israelites to know, Moses descends to these particulars in speaking of the Chanaanites.

Ver. 21. Of Heber. That is, of the nations beyond the Euphrates. Hebrews, &c. C. --- The elder brother, fratre Japheth majore, may be rendered as well "Japheth being his elder brother," which, as we have already observed, was probably the case. By mentioning him alone, we may gather that Sem was elder than Cham, who is called the less or younger son. H. --- The Hebrew may be translated either way. But the Chald. Liran. and many excellent interpreters, make Jepheth the eldest. C.

Ver. 24. Begot Sale; either his son, or his grandson, by Cainan. See Luke iii. 36. where we shall examine this question; also C. xi. 12. The copies of the Sept. now extant, all assert that Cainan was the son of Arphaxad, in all the places where they are mentioned, both in Gen. and Chronicles; and though some endeavour to prove that this is an interpolation, inserted by a later hand, it is certain it was found in the Sept. in the days of S. Luke, who confirms it by his authority, as all the copies both Greek and Latin, except a very faulty one which belonged to Beza, and is now at Cambridge, testify. Beza was so bold as to expunge the name. But before we allow of this freedom, we must be informed how S. Luke could adopt such an error, being, as he was, under the guidance of the Holy Ghost! See Salien, &c. H. --- Mariana asserts, that the Hebrew copies have been vitiated.

Ver. 29. Sons of Jectan; though not perhaps all born before the dispersion of nations, which may be said of some others, whom Moses here mentions, that he may not have to interrupt his narration. C.

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War Time Chronicles Chapter 5

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THE CHAPTER ITSELF:

The Doctor stood before the door to the suit of the House of Wetrix. It was a dusty, elder thing in massive wood hanging askew on rusty hinges. Already before they entered, The Doctor could hear how it would squeak.

That's what happens when you’re the last one of your family and never home The Doctor thought bitterly, trying to suppress the sorrow bubbling inside him. At least, for the larger house of Lungbarrow, they were still a few scraping by. Of Wetrix, all that was left was an exiled half breed between them and the house of Arpexia. Though through the maternal heritage, she was closer to Wetrix, Iris Arpexian traits were undeniable.

Before them, the door swung open on creaking hinges, and The Doctor stepped into the once grand living room. Draperies in the beautiful deep red of Prydon covered the walls, animated portraits of once great Time Lords and Ladies observing The Doctor from the walls as they stepped inside.

“Iris?” They called, praying Iris would answer. It was a big, dusty and cluttered place and The Doctor was uncertain he would be able to find Iris among it all on his own.

“Over here, darling! Behind the statue and to the left!” Iris’s voice came echoing back, yelling at him though talking would certainly have been enough. Obviously,  the portraits found the sound disturbing, staring him down with increasingly angered stares. Even when nothing more than projections meant to imitate someone long dead, Wetrix’s were easily disturbed and angered beings.

Sighing, The Doctor followed the instructions, quickly moving along in the corridors. Walking up and down one hall after another,seemingly without ever getting anywhere. Along the walls were doors, at least two doussin of them by The Doctor's calculation. It made him sad, reminded him of how the suite of Lungbarrow was not much different from this one. Built for hundreds of busy Time Lords and Ladies moving in and out of the rooms, pausing to chat and sleep and stay as they fulfilled their purpose in the capital city before returning to their family houses out in the country.

It was supposed to be bustling and full of life, but stood as empty and barren as the House’s looms.

Walking forward, The Doctor recalled visiting the Wetrix house while it still was. They had been but a time tot, a tiny child stumbling after their bigger brother up the stairs and trying to remember what their mother told them about behaving while visiting other houses. Among those memories, they could see a blind child runking past them, the sound of her laughter still lingering in his ears so many years later. That memory, the memory of an Iris that was still so incredibly young and innocent, distracted him so to the point that they never notice themselves stepping out into a small, glassed in balcony.

“Oh, look who finally found their way here! Are you alright, luvie?” Iris smiled as she looked up at her old flame, then frowned as she noticed they seemed to have disassociated. “Goin doolally doesn’t suit you, Doctor. Arpexians are known for that, not Lungbarrows.”

“I’m not ‘doolally’ yet, Iris. Besides, I believe there is a difference between ‘doolally’ and hysterical hallucinating episodes. And I do not feel that way. I am perfectly fine.” Their smiled tightly, carefully sitting down on the chair opposite Iris. “So what are we doing here? You invited me over.”

“Watching the view?” Iris suggested, gesturing to what could be seen outside the big windows of the balcony. They were high up, the burning sky above them and the cultivated gardens of the Ceruleans down below. “I always loved this a child. Would sit right there, face pushed against the glass to watch the view. My father called me a Cerulean for it, for appreciating something as simple and subjective as the view out the window. Too philosophical, for him.” She laughs, but there is no humour in what she says. “Horrible old man, he was. Mother not much better, but a bit closer to me than the man.”

“Enjoy it while it last, then, Iris. Soon it will all burn like the battlefields out there.” The Doctor whispered, they too watching the view. It was beautiful, but hard to enjoy when they knew the rest of the solar system was burning.

“Wow, you’re a hootah. Thought I was getting some good company, I did. A drink?” Iris offer them a tall glass of green liquid, and without looking at it or Iris, they knows it is alcoholic.

“I don’t drink Iris, and you shouldn’t either.” The Doctor said harshly. They had only been fond of alcohol in a select few of their incarnations, and this one was not one of them. “It’s not like we can become intoxicated. You’d have to add a hole lot of ginger to accomplish that.”

“Trust me love, I do!” Iris laughed, sipping on the green drink instead. She looked out the window, and despite her earlier comments, The Doctor was convinced she was more sober and alert than she had been in a long time. “You know, when I was little, I never told no one what house I belonged to. Still don’t. Just you and Romana and good old Braxiatel that knows now.” Iris smiled, and The Doctor was suddenly reminded of that she was older than them, and had in fact gone to the Academy along with Braxiatel, though he’d be hard pressed to admit it.

Who’d want to admit they went to school with madmen and renegades? The Doctor didn’t think their old classmates liked to admit it either.

“Have you seen Brax since you came back?” They ask, mildly surprised when Iris nodded.

“He was there when I woke up. Old bugger was actually worried” Iris smile, scratching at her head. As she does, The Doctor sees the cut across her forehead hiding under her fringe. It’s healing, already scabbed over, but The Doctor can tell it is deep enough to leave a nasty scar once it's done healing.

“My brother was probably only scared to lose a valuable asset. That is the way he works” The Doctor commented, eyes still focused at Iris’s fringe and the cut hiding behind it. “Did you hurt your forehead when we crashed in Arcadia?”

“huh?” Confused, Iris stopped scratching. “Yes, I did. Crashed straight into the console, they told me. Lots of sharp edges there.” She sigh, and something incredibly sad appeared in her eyes as she looked at The Doctor over her shoulder, her back decidedly turned towards them. “What are we doing here, Doctor? Do they really think they make warriors out of us? Out of you, and The Rani, and The Master.” Another sigh, dragged from the bottom of her soul, leave Iris’s lips. “Why do they think I was named Jessabelle?”

“Ragdoll” The Doctor translated almost automatically, recognising the shame in such a short original name. Barely any ancestry vowed into it, a disappointment in every sense of the word. “Not much better than Theta Sigma.”

“The mystery of the end.” Iris replied, a tiny, bitter smile on her face. “The ragdoll, the mystery of the end, and what more? Oh, yes, Ushas. Push, pushing, pushed.”

“Koschei.” The Doctor says, softly whispering the name and apologising mentally to their old friend for even telling anyone what it ment - even though Iris would already know, either way. “Armageddon.”

“It’s almost as though we were doomed from the beginning. Like they knew we were going to go A-wall, all of us.” Iris laughed, looking back at The Doctor again with eyes that spoke volumes about her broken soul. The Doctor wanted to fix it, wanted to help her, but knew that nothing could make Iris Wildthyme as whole and sane as she had once been. Most likely, she felt the same about them. “It’s funny, because we never wanted anything but to fight did we? But not against the Daleks, not for the Time Lords. We are willing to fight anything for everything in this Universe but our own families. We are loyal to the universe, but not to those who loomed us. What does that makes of us, Doctor?” Her eyes stared at them, equal parts horrified and hopeful. Horrified, by what she was saying and thinking, but hopefully that The Doctor would hold the answers she needed.

Only, they knew they didn’t. They didn’t know more than Iris  why they had to be the way they were. Why they could never fit in the in the stale, tiring accuracy of life in Arcadia. The Doctor could have been a politician, maybe, like their brother Braxiatel, they thought. Iris could have helped care for the great Cloister Bell, like her mother, or designed weapons deep down in the Arpexian forges like her father. The Master could have been a politician or a cloth designer, The Rani a teacher or researcher. There was so much, so, so, so much that they all could have become, if they had not left. If not the calling of the Universe had been stronger, and they’d all turned their back on the society that once raised them.

The Doctor didn’t think he’d ever know if it was for better or for worse that they did.

“Hypocrites, maybe?” The Doctor suggested, trying not let on any emotions. They did not agree with what Iris was saying, and did not want her to think they did. “But we don’t have any families to fight for anymore, Iris. The house of Lungbarrow is down it’s last few members, and the Wetrix are down to the half that is you. Also, to that effect, I doubt the Arpexian’s would admit your paternal affiliation with the house if they can avoid it.”

“Hypocrites indeed! Like the rest of this bloody planet and then some.” Iris agreed, sipping a red drink and giggling. Her earlier sadness had not quite lifted, but it was clear she was attempting to go back to being her good old self. “But you have a family Doctor, still! Or does it not count with your infuriating brother and the last of the Heartshavens?” Iris smiled smugly. “Apologise, her majesty the Lady President of Gallifrey. She’s yours, as long as she and Brax are in a commitment. You’ll see, soon the looms of Lungbarrow are moving again. An unholy half breed off a tim tot from the worst genetic material imaginable, ready to follow in the steps of their parents. That is, if you and Josie don’t beat them to it.”

“Me and Josie?!” The Doctor exclaimed, horrified at the mere implication. “Iris, it is not like that with me and Josie! We are not even married, not on any planet in the cosmos!” They took a deep breath, trying to collect their feelings. “Besides, Gallifreyan looms do not work with human DNA. Trust me to know that. if we were to have children, we’d need to...to do the deed.” They blushed and shuddered, terrified to be having such a  conversation with the other Time Lady.

“You’d need to boink.” Iris said. “Don’t be embarrassed, Doctor dear, if you love her it will hardly be your first time beep bap boinking. Besides, to have a granddaughter, I assume your first body was tapping at some point.”

“I was not! Susan was loomed like any proper Time Lord or Lady.” The Doctor protested angrily. Iris knew Susan was loomed, she absolutely did, and yet she teased them in such a way.

“Except you, then? Last I heard of you, you tried to tell some poor lady that you were half human, luvie.” Iris replied, seemingly back to her old self after the short and intense conversation they had had.

Rising from his chair, The Doctor felt as though they were done with the conversation, and with Iris. “I need to go Iris, Braxiatel is waiting for me. Try not to drink too much with ginger, yes?” They said, smiling slightly. No matter how they felt about Iris at the moment, they were and would always be good friends.

“Do you even need to ask luvie?” Iris replied, showing him one of his manic grins. “But say hi to Brax from me. And Doctor?”

“Yes Iris?” They turn around, slightly irritated not to be able to leave already, but feels it leaving their system immediately as they see Iris’s eyes. Big glassy sky blue orbs, staring back at them with fear and trepidation.

“Be careful. The Daleks are not to be trusted, but neither are the clockwork people.” Iris whisper, her brows furrowing and showing her concern and honest worry over what she was saying. “Don’t trust anyone but those you hold dear, Doctor.”

The Doctor shook his head, leaning against the door frame. ‘The Clockwork people’ was another name for the Time Lords, which Iris had used for as long as they had known her. The Doctor suspected it might have come to her during a hallucinatory hysterical episode, originally, and now it had stuck.

If there was something Iris was a master - mistress - of, it was keeping herself distant from her own people. Some could say they were, too, but the truth was that The Doctor held nothing on Iris Wildthyme. The Doctor never demied who they were, where they came from or the fact that they didn’t want to go back.

Iris, she hardly even saw herself as one of their people anymore. She was a transtemporal adventures from the house of aunts, growing up among the clockwork people. An entity completely separate from the Time Lady that once left Gallifrey.

Smiling sweetly, The Doctor gave Iris one last long look. “Goodbye, Iris. I’ll tell Braxiatel you said hi.” They laughed. “Oh, and stay away from Grace Holloway!”

Silently, Iris watched as The Doctor left the room. Smiling, she turned back towards the big windows staring out over Arcadia. Like pinpricks in the distance, she could see the Ceruleans moving around in the gardens down below. In her mind, she wondered how much of it would soon be gone. How soon The Daleks tear apart the beautiful city? How much would be left afterwards, a burning wreckage like so much else in the Universe?

Would she, Iris Wildthyme, transtemporal adventuress supreme, be left to watch it burn?

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