You finally meet the cute guy that drops his kids off and picks them up when you do…only to find out that it’s his son that has been teasing your daughter. Well, how’s that for first impressions?
a/n: this is the product of me spending an ungodly amount of time babysitting and playing Dream Daddy. I wish I could say I’m sorry but I’m really not huehue.
“Shit.” The word slips past your lips faster than you could possibly hope to stop it and, with eyes blown wide with guilt, you turn to meet the equally shocked faces of your kids in the mirror. For a tense moment it’s silent in the car save for the indignant hoot of the car that had cut across you as it races off, the older man driving shooting you a dirty look (that you match with equal ferocity) on his way out.
Then all hell breaks loose: Jisoo laughs out loud, clapping her tiny hands together and drumming her bare legs against the seat as she parrots back the word, delighted when you squawk in alarm. Kwon peers around from his carseat, chubby cheeks screwing up adorably as he struggles to understand the commotion- still trying to put coherent sentences together as he nears his second birthday. At least you have that to be grateful for.
Have you ever sailed across an ocean, Donald? On a sailboat, surrounded by sea with no land in sight, without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come? To stand at the helm of your destiny. I want that, one more time. I want to be in in the Piazza del Campo in Siena. To feel the surge as ten racehorses go thundering by. I want another meal in Paris, at L’Ambroisie, at the Place des Vosges. I want another bottle of wine. And then another. I want the warmth of a woman and a cool set of sheets. One more night of jazz at the Vanguard. I want to stand on the summits and smoke Cubans and feel the sun on my face for as long as I can. Walk on the Wall again. Climb the Tower. Ride the River. Stare at the Frescos. I want to sit in the garden and read one more good book. Most of all I want to sleep. I want to sleep like I slept when I was a boy. Give me that just one time. That’s why I won’t allow that punk out there to get the best of me, let alone the last of me.
What it would be like to spend time indoors with Ten
- oh god listen, an indoor day with ten would be so so so so fun
- i feel like hes a morning guy so he’d wake u up at like 8 am and he’d see that it’s raining outside and he’d like shake u awake
- “(y/n) !!!! (y/n) its raining outside :(((”
- he wud be sad bc he wanted to go outside and explore today
- but then he’d look on the bright side of things and realize that he could spent even more one on one time with u
- nd it shows on his face too
- one second hes crestfallen the next hes veaming
- “ten….whatd u wake me up for-_-”
- “we need to get this day started asap !!!”
- he’d decorate ur living room with the coziest things
- he’d grab all ur couch cushions and lay them on the floor, all ur blankets and toss them on the cushions, all ur pillows and just spread them around the cusions
- a makeshift bed for the two of u :“)
- he’d plop on it and invite u and u’d plop right ontop of him nd doze off again
- "come on (y/n) its 8 am !!!!! wake up !”
- u wouldnt
- so he’d go ahead and make coffee for u
- after drinking the coffee you’d feel much more energized
- he’d look thru netflix and pick an indie movie probably akkskeked
- like the ones u see on tumblr with the out of context subs in black and white
- u’d cuddle eachother on the makeshift bed and watch it
- after a few hours and the several movies he’d look outside and pout again “its still raining”
- then, once again, he’d smile real big and he’d grab ur hand
- “???? chittaphon where are u taking me?”
- “w HAT ??? BUT ITS R-”
- too late. ur already wet.
- ur standing at the bottom of ur porch stairs dripping wet from head to toe in your pajamas watching ten twirl around in the rain
- “ten are you joking me”
- “COME ON (Y/N) !! UR MISSING OUT RIGHT NOW THIS IS SO FUN!!!”
- u’d hesitate and ten would sense it
- so he grabs you by the wrist and twirls you around with him as well
- the rain is cold but it didn’t matter because you Were having fun rip
- you and ten would would do that thing jack and rose did in titanic where they twirled around real fast while holding on to each other
- it would just be cheesy and cliche but really nice at the same time
- you’d end up tripping though and you’d bring ten with you
- you guys would be laying on the grass laughing as the rain continues to fall
- ur neighbours are watching but they aren’t Judgin. in facf, they’re cheesin because of u and ten’s cuteness
- everytime someone in ur neighbourhood sees u and ten together they jus smile to themselves because u guys look so happy together
- Honestly the couple of the Neighbourhood
- “come on (y/n), let’s go back inside and dry off”
- he’d help you and and you guys would bound back into the house
- he’d turn on the shower so you guys can get warm again and you guys get in together
- dont worry nothing R rated happens
- its just all rly nice
- u guys just stand and hug each other letting the hot water run down the both of you
- its nice too because Ten looks like a very warm person. like he probably has a Lot of body heat
- after the both of you get out, you both put on bathrobes to stay Comfy
- like the amazing bf he is, he readies some warm hot chocolate with marshmallows (or not… ur pref)
- u guys sit back down on the makeshift bed the both of you made and sip the hot coffee in silence
- but like its a good silence. a comfortable silence
- suddenly all the power cuts out and it’s dark
- “oh shit what just happened?”
- “a black out”
- “no shit ten”
- he’d light a few candles and you guys would sit at your dining room table now, clothed in darkness
- thats when u hear the thunder
- you’d jump and curl up into a ball. you hate thunder
- ten is probably scared of it too, but he’s more worried for you
- so he attempts to walk to ur side of the dining table but then another boom sounds and he jumps
- “c-come on, (y/n), lets go back to our room”
- slowly, he’d help you towards your shared room
- every boom the both of you would jump
- he’d cuddle you real close to him
- “it’s okay babe, i’m here.”
- he’d nuzzle ur face in his chest and play with your hair to distract him and you from the sounds
- he’d probably also hum a tune too to drown the sound out
- but the both of you still jump from time to time
- half an hour later, the thunder stops
- u don’t notice it happening though since you’ve fallen asleep against his chest
- he notices you snoring and he’d giggle and kiss your forehead
- “i love you”
There was a night long ago in which it stormed incessently, battering rain for ten hours and thundering so as to cause the walls to shake. It was an evil day for the maintenance of the field, and also caused havoc among the sheep and cattle, but one woman, sitting in her newly-wed husband’s house, was so affected by the sounds, it’s said, that she began to recede into herself, jerking to and fro, as if she were mad, her knees trembling. The report, however, is that her soul had in fact been unfettered and made so powerful that she was able to tavel without being hampered by the rain, nor by any air at all, and thus walked upwards so as to come into contact with the god inside the storm clouds. He was there sitting in calm repose among the humid air and, noticing her, did not act as if to begin a conversation, but rather stood upon the sky and began to speak this to her.
“When the brother of man first made original earth from his own carcass, there were no spaces to allow the soul or breath in. I was the one with my lightning bolt that created a dry space for fire, poured in the light of essences and made limits and colors participate. Before then it was like in an ocean, grasping for breath, and dying. When I made light where there was no clear sky, the giant of the top of the earth could see my existence and attempted to pin me against his mountains. I turned into the roots of a tree and uttered a riddle, "Who or what has the skin of the void?” Right then and there he achieved freedom from his birth and left this world. I grew upright into a phallus and created five seperate millenia of pure trance environments. After that I disappeared into a cloud, and allowed the singers to commemorate it. The number nine emanated from my prior body and allowed for harvest.
“When one divides into two, the upper half must then also be divided, creating three. When you are able to conjoin the one thing to two, you have already found unity. When you are able to retun to the scene of birth, you have died, but when you have conjoined birth and death together, you may return to the other world indefinitely. When you can travel to this realm while retaining a body, you will utter the words of a dream to stifle sickness and retrieve the hunted. The number ten will reduce your breath to its origin.
"Where juniper or apple grows, you will find the circle. Find the line that splits it, and in between there will be a great marriage. The old mother planted these things and created two moieties, two chieftans, and ensured their reproduction by intermingling. The rivers and the forest are constantly intermingling, and the beavers are diving between separate worlds and marrying one another. The fruit of a tree, originally, had three seeds, and one fell into the earth and one flew upwards towards the sky, but another is continuing to float across the lower horizon. Many times I have soared and burrowed to touch these first two seeds, but I have never seen the third one in my life, and if I did it would kill me. There is a number that expresses nothing, and it emanated out of that third seed.”
Upon saying this, the god faded out just as the storm was dying, and she felt inside an immense impulse and dread to return, hurtling downwards at an intense speed, as if finally caught by the burden of the heavy air. Accounts say she did indeed seem to come to her senses just as the rain was letting up. She almost immediately regained her composure, sat down as if exhausted, and then began to recount all of this to the others present.
Much of the message fit well enough with what people already knew, as for instance that the thunder god was responsible for the first light, and the old mother created the two moieties and the marriage ritual. Other parts, however, such as the discussions of numbers, of the fruits and trees, or the thunder god’s riddle, left many confused. Most people did not bother to think over this, but some kept in mind her story and the words that were spoken to her, for in her later life this woman proved to be an excellent healer and was regularly sought for.
I heard all of this from my aunt when I was younger, who claims to have had her own aunt healed by this woman as a child. I have often at night when alone, almost as if involuntarily, conjured to my mind the three seeds and their directions, and the last number of which the god spoke. It brings a calmness to me though I do not understand it, as if I were young again in the village during strong rain.
Dean isn’t bothered by storms. Thunder and lightning have never been enough to even make him nervous. He sleeps too lightly to dream through them, but so long as it’s not preventing him from getting the few hours of sleep to which he feels entitled, he doesn’t mind a good storm. If nothing else, it gives him an excuse to remain indoors. His four-year-old daughter, on the other hand, is terrified of thunderstorms. They set her trembling and make her restless and tearful.
Can you write an AU of feysand going to Disneyland with the whole squad🙏🏻
This ended up being wicked fun to write. I live in California, so this is based off of Disneyland in Anaheim and not Disney World in Florida, just for clarification.
It was a hot, sticky summer day. Mor was glad of her choice of khaki shorts cut high on her thigh as the California sun beat down on her skin. As she finished rubbing the sunblock over her reddening arms, cringing at what this would do to her perfect skin, Amren clicked her tongue beside her, waving for the bottle.
“It’s hot as balls here,” Amren said. A blur or tiaras and screaming whipped by nearly knocking the sunblock out of Amren’s hands. Her lips went tight. “And there are miniature monsters everywhere.”
Mor rolled her eyes. “Have a heart, Am,” she said, slinging her arm around her shoulders even though Mor knew she hated when she did that. “This is supposed to be the happiest place on earth! That’s why my dear cousin brought us.”
“Then where is the little shit?” Cassian demanded as he took the sunblock from Amren. A mother wrangling twins at the pretzel cart narrowed her eyes at Cassian. “Sorry,” he said with a shrug, before turning back to his friends. “Seriously, he and Feyre have been gone for two hours. I think they’re getting laid. Ouch!”
Mor’s hand met the back of Cassian’s head with a hard whack! “Really, Cassian? At Disneyland? Honestly.” But despite her reproach, Mor still pulled out her phone and texted Rhys for about the dozenth time.
Where r u 2?? Cassian’s lost it, Amren has started complaining, and I’m scared for the children!TEXT ME ASSHOLE.
Mor looked around and sighed. They stood in the middle of Disneyland at the central hub connecting the various lands of the park. A statue of Mickey and Walt stood in the middle where tourists flocked to take pictures and pose with goofy faces while people tried not to walk in front of the cameras, holding up the crowds.
Frontier Land had taken all of ten seconds with Big Thunder Mountain broken down again. The lines for Haunted Mansion and Pirates of the Caribbean were long, but they moved fast, so they’d had no issues there. The boys had wanted to skip Fantasy Land altogether, but Mor insisted they go on Peter Pan even if it was the shortest ride ever created. She cuddled up to Az who was the only one to oblige her.
And somewhere around Astroblasters in Tomorrowland, the gang lost track of Rhys and Feyre. They’d peeled off, not wanting to fight out a fifth round against Cassian who’d they’d already bested each time, and had claimed they were going in search of churros. But two hours later, they were still nowhere to be seen and Mor was starting to worry. It wasn’t like either of them not to pick up their phones.
“What next?” Mor asked sliding up to Azriel. His map of the park was out and full of little tick marks, a battle plan to get them through the war efficiently.
“We’ve covered most everything here that we wanted to do,” Azriel said staring intently at his handiwork. “Only thing left I suppose would be to head over to California Adventure and hit the big stuff while we wait for our Space Mountain fast passes to validate.”
That ride never had a pass available before 7:30pm and it killed Mor every time, being her favorite ride and all.
“Alright, team!” Mor shouted. “I don’t know where the hell my stupid cousin is, but we’re going to the other park without him. If I don’t get on something fast and long that makes my heart drop into my stomach soon, I’m gonna die.”
“No wonder Azriel wants to go,” Cassian snickered. Mor glared at him, her renewed joy instantly gone, but was saved the trouble of walloping him a second time when Azriel pointed over her shoulder.
“Oh there they are,” Az said. Mor whirled around to find Rhys and Feyre walking out of Fantasy Land, goofy grins plastered all over their faces and cinnamon sugar lining their lips as they munched on churros.
“Where have you two been!” Mor demanded.
“I told you,” Cassian said. “They were getting laid.”
Rhys looked utterly affronted. “Oh get over yourself, Cass. Just because no one’s banging you doesn’t mean you have to rain on everyone else’s parade. Feyre and I were just on Space Mountain.”
“You what!” Mor crossed her arms. She couldn’t believe it. “We were supposed to go on that together! We have fast passes!”
“Whoa, whoa,” Feyre said, holding her hands up. “We can still go together later. Rhys and I just needed a break from Cassian’s personal vendetta on Astroblasters. There’s only so much Buzz Lightyear a person can take.”
Mor seethed, but as she looked from Feyre to Rhys, her cousin shrugged as if to say, See? No harm, no foul.
“So what’s the game plan,” Rhys asked, brushing past Mor towards Cass and Az even as he knew it would egg her on more. Mor went to chase after him, but Amren cut her off and addressed Feyre.
“You didn’t go on Space Mountain,” Amren said flatly.
Feyre stiffened. “W-what?”
“Your hair is all windswept.”
Mor took a further look at Feyre and saw that indeed, the strands her friend had so carefully tucked into braids earlier that morning were coming undone.
“So?” Feyre said. “It’s a roller coaster. It happens.”
Amren looked at Feyre dead in the eye, an amused self-satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she pointed to where Rhys and Feyre had emerged from moments ago. “You and Rhys came walking out of Fantasy Land where I happen to know It’s A Small World broke down about an hour ago.” She then pointed over her shoulder in the complete opposite direction. “Space Mountain would be that way.”
Mor gasped and turned in time to see Feyre turn a shade darker than scarlet. “No way!” she said in the loudest whisper only Mor could ever pull off.
Feyre didn’t move for several seconds, her eyes darting from Mor to Amren and back. Finally, she took a deep breathe as if deciding it was no use fighting.
“I’ll buy you both ice cream sandwiches if you don’t say a word to Cassian,” Feyre said.
Mor threw her head back and roared with laughter, throwing herself at Feyre until she was reeling with laughter too. “Done!” Mor shouted, pulling the attention of the boys back to them.
“What’s done?” Cassian asked. Rhys looked at Feyre, a wicked twinkle in his eye asking the question. Feyre smile knowingly back.
“Nothing!” Mor snapped. “Come on, guys. I’m suddenly very in the mood for some ice cream.”
“What about California Screamin’“ Az whined. Mor knew he’d been looking forward to the monster roller coaster in the sister park. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.
“Trust me, love,” she said into his ear with a smile playing in her voice. “This is so much better.” Az returned the kiss, giving in with an amused sigh of his girlfriend and her spirited personality.
A/N; The last part!! I’m a little conflicted as to whether I’m happy I can move on to what I have in mind or whether to be disappointed cause I feel like this story didn’t really reach it’s climax… Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless! Xx
It had been three weeks since Taeyong told you to confess to Jaehyun. In that time, most of NCT knew about how you felt regarding Jaehyun. There was a large possibility that even Jaehyun knew about your feelings towards him and now it was just a case of who made the first move.
Recently, the female rookies and male rookies were paired up for a show coming up. You were paired with Ten, which was perfect because, other than Jaehyun, he was your closest friend. And then Jaehyun was paired with Seoyeon. At first, you weren’t even the slightest bit jealous. Mainly because it didn’t seem as though the pair saw eye to eye that often…then one day they became good friends.
“You’re doing it wrong,” Seoyeon giggled, hitting Jaehyun playfully on the arm while he laughed and apologised.
You couldn’t help but pull a face at them both, instead of practicing with Ten.
“Y/N!” Ten snapped his fingers in front of your face, making you jump.
“Gosh, you scared me!” You muttered.
“If you’re jealous, go and tell him that you want to swap partners!” Ten was beginning to lose patience with both of you. It wasn’t just you that got jealous because of the way you were all partnered up: Jaehyun also subtly complained to Ten about how the dance moves aren’t as touchy as Ten was making them out to be.
You huffed, “who’s jealous?”
Just then, Seoyeon fell, causing Jaehyun to land beside her on the floor. They laughed at the mishap but steam might as well have been coming from your ears. Like a child throwing a tantrum, you pouted and stomped out the room, sighing in aggravation when you were on the other side of the practice room door.
Jaehyun noticed you storm out with a face like thunder, so Ten prompted him to go after you. So he did.
“What’s wrong?” He asked innocently, as he shut the door.
Neither of you noticed but nearly all the rookies gathered by the door to listen to your conversation.
Folding your arms and turning away from him, you murmured, “nothing.”
After a moment, you snapped around to face him, dropping your arms, “but do you have to be all over Seoyeon like that?”
He chuckled, “who’s all over who?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raised your eyebrows.
From there, every retort came out louder than the one before.
“You and Ten use your hands a lot more than you need to considering the routine we’re doing.”
“At least I don’t fall on Ten, cackling over how much of a coincident it was that we fell, even though we know full well it was not an accident!”
“What do you care even if that was the case?”
“Because I like you, you fool!” You yelled, tired of keeping it to yourself all this while.
Catching you by surprise, Jaehyun grabbed your hand, pulled you into him and placed his soft lips against yours. It didn’t take long before you returned the gesture.
The only smiles bigger than yours and Jaehyun’s were the rookies that lined up along the window of practice room doors.
It wasn’t easy for Taeyong to see but he smiled genuinely too, due to how happy he could clearly see you were.
When you pulled away, you still lingered in Jaehyun’s arms, smiling like a fool. “So you like me back, then?” You grinned.
He quickly gave you a peck on the lips and nodded his head, “a lot.”
You looked away from his admiring stare, which is when you noticed the row of boys eavesdropping.
The rookies scurried back to the centre of the room and to their partners, sniggering to one another.
“Aigoo,” you both said in unison.
Lmao I am so unsatisfied with this but I spent so long on the ending and ended up deleting it because it was ew. Thank you if you made it as far as the last part! Hopefully my next story can appeal to even more people Xx
His lover hums softly. As Harry watches the rain fall steadily outside, Julian is content to watch him. His arms are crossed over his chest to ward off the nighttime chill, and he’s comfortably warm where their shoulders are pressed together. A flicker of lightning paints his features white for a moment. Ten seconds until thunder peals; the storm is moving out, now.
Rating: G Word Count: 666 (lol amazing)
I read Still by mithrel and was inspired. This was one of the few times that I actually wished it was raining…
Look who finally finished this, five thousand years after they said they would (technically three months minus one day)
At the sound of the soft voice, Julian startles a little,
blinking out of the peaceful trance into which the pattering of the rain
against the window and the gentle rumbling of thunder overhead had lulled him.
He turns to see his lover standing in the doorway behind him, bleary and soft
around the edges, and a little cross like he gets when he’s woken up too early.
Once upon a time in Westphalia, in the castle of Monsieur the Baron von Thunder-ten-tronckh, there lived a young boy on whom nature had bestowed the gentlest of dispositions. His countenance express his soul. He combined solid judgement with complete openness of mind; which is the reason, I believe, that he was called Candide.
Voltaire, Candide, or, Optimism
Monday First Sentences | Every Monday, we offer the opening sentences of a Penguin Classic to start the week
characters: ten x you
summary: sometimes, all you need is another person spend rainy days with
The pitter patter of the rain hitting the roof top is not loud enough to conceal Ten’s voice as he’s reading you a story.
“’…and then the prince pulled in the maiden and pressed a kiss on her left cheek’,” Ten reads, then leaning down to kiss your cheek. He pulled you closer to him and fixed the blanket so both of you could be warm.
“Your voice makes me feel sleepy,” you yawned, stretching out your arms, in which he catches one and places a kiss on your palm. You pull back and find a comfortable spot on his shoulder to lean on. You could smell his fresh detergent as you snuggle you face into his cashmere sweater. You heard Ten’s voice getting softer as you started to doze off but…
You cried out, reaching out for Ten, who drops the story book and instantly has you in his arms. You feel his gentle finger running through your thick hair; a way to calm you down.
He brings his lips to your ear and says, “it’s okay, it’s okay.” He keeps your eyes away from the window and covers your ears so you won’t hear the next roar of thunder. Ten hums a quiet song and you are glad that he’s here, helping you with your fear.
Emma and Regina are doing shots, and Killian walks in to see Emma half drunk and decides to tease her about it. (Includes lots of making out)
Thank you for this lovely prompt, anon! I know it’s been a long time coming, but I finally got some inspiration for this one. I hope you like it!
It turned out more fluffy and feelsy than smutty, but there is some smut in the end.
He can barely contain his laughter as he comes downstairs for a drink in lady Lucas’s fine establishment. Because there is his saviour, sitting grumpily next to Regina, holding a small glass that she tips back far too easily, looking utterly devastated.
Her golden hair is frizzy, there are bags under her eyes and the light in her eyes has been dimmed by the alcohol in her system.
She’s too drunk to even stay properly upright in her barstool. He moves in before she has a chance to fall off, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Evening, love. Enjoying yourself?”
Emma leans back against him, closing her eyes and shakes her head. “No. These drinks are horrible.” She turns around, running her hands under his jacket and pulling him close. “Where’s your rum?”
Killian chuckles, taking her hands away from him. “No way, Swan. Absolutely not, you’re way too drunk as it is.”
“She’s been tossing back drinks for at least an hour, and she cannot stop talking about you.” Regina sneers, rolling her eyes at the savior and throwing some money on the counter. “Take her home, Captain.” The Evil Queen disappears at that, and Killian hauls Emma off her barstool.
There's an extra degree of irony in the whole "White male gamer terrorism" debacle
It’s who they’re choosing to target.
Wyrd Miniatures is arguably the most progressive gaming company that’s never felt like it’s pandered to anyone. they are a key example of actual, natural diversity that exists properly in setting.
Setting wise, things rarely if ever feel forced, while still managing diversity most companies would have to break out the shoehorn to include. this is on top of the fact that the setting is based on a heavy spaghetti western aesthetic, which includes a time in american history that most supposed progressives would want erased, and replaced with a one word entry reading BADONG (thank you kung pow)
To give a short history, magic used to be a thing on earth, but started to drain after a while. then, this thing called the breach opened up, letting humans into an alternate dimension called Malifaux, with a curiously huge abandoned city. this place had a mineral called Soulstone, which could capture and power magic. after a good long while, it closed up. this sparked an event called the powder wars (Imagine if the US civil war got blindsided by WW1 and 2 at the same time and both sides got forced together to not get utterly destroyed) which caused a consortium of war profiteers called The Guild to rise to power, and a good portion of east asia to shut it’s doors and turtle up for defense in a conglomerate “nation” called the Three Kingdoms. 100 years after the closing, the breach flew open again, with absolutely no sign of anyone who was there when it shut. the guild took power over the plane and after ~20 years (IIRC) of shenanigans later, the setting is at it’s current point, where everyone’s stopped caring about what’s happening on earth because great googly moogly everything’s going to shit.
outside of a puppet and an eight year old, there’s an even split for male and female Masters, the biggest and baddest names in the setting, along with plenty of diversity. This is including but not limited to:
Three of the guild’s biggest, most independent enforcers being women. these three are the “good guys” of the guild.
-Lady Justice is quite literally Lady Justice. she’s blind and is still one of the best melee combatants in the setting. she had an entire observatory dropped on top of her and was still alive when she got dragged out of it, and to this day leads an sizable cabal of zombie hunters.
-Sonia Criid pursues illegal magic, which while that sounds kind of shitty when the guild has such restrictive laws on the stuff, She hasn’t given a fuck about who she’s arrested since she basically nailed a fire god to her soul to gain more power. she’s canonically arrested several officials that rank higher than her, all of whom thought they were safe due to that fact.
-Perdita Ortega is the leader of the Ortega family, a group of Mexican ranchers who are apparently badass enough to raise cattle in hell. she also hunts Neverborn, the Natives of malifaux, especially the Nephelim, who are pretty much Vampire demons.
The rest of the guild is under the thumb of Lucius Mattheson, a shapeshifter, and essentially the second highest ranking person in all of the Guild, and by extension, all of malifaux
outside of the Guild, we have
-Molly Squidpidge, one of malifaux’s best journalists in life, and one of the first fully sentient undead (after getting killed by malifaux’s equivalent of jack the ripper), she’s arguably one of the most powerful necromancers in the whole setting
-Tara, yet another sentient undead, only she has an entire sword made of soulstone and wields the power of entropic C'thulhu.
-Rasputina, batshit powerful cannibalistic Ice witch who single-handedly reformed the Cult of December into a matriarchal structure, and yet is still accepting if you’re the correct kind of insane cannibalistic screwball to roll with her cult
-Marcus, biology professor turned king of beasts. his race has never been brought up to my knowledge, despite having the kind of complexion that comes naturally with not having seen the inside of a building in several years.
-Toni Ironsides, Troubleshooter for the Miners & Steamfitters Union. She’s the Daughter of escaped slaves, born without a single fuck to give. she’s a card shark, extremely literate, and actually has character traits beyond the fact that she’s diverse. Gameplay wise, she’s also one of the hardest models in the game to kill.
-Lilith, Queen of the Nephilim, and a combat monster capable of locking swords with Lady J
-Pandora, living manifestation of sorrow and insanity, and a master who’s mere presence on the board basically warps how you need to think about the game
-Zorida: Fate. she is the millenia old living agent of fate, and one of two of the most powerful masters in lore. capable of bending those of lesser will to her own, and de-facto leader of the bayous, and the gremlins that live there. with the two above her, she’s also a reference to Hecate, AKA the triune Goddess
-The Viks, A woman who teamed up with her doppelganger (after overpowering her, something established as nearly impossible to do in lore) to become some of the most feared mercenaries in Malifaux.
-Misaki Katanaka, Daughter of the Oyabun, who is the current de-facto ruler of the three kingdoms (and lord of the Ten Thunders, a crime syndicate that began exerting power through fear in the Three Kingdoms), and the woman who’s basically single-handedly responsible for all their operations in Malifaux. arguably an extreme lesbian for Mei Feng.
-Mei Feng, a character so awesome i almost want to make people read about her. an extreme populist who performs a three ball juggling act between the Ten Thunders and their desire to execute their plans in malifaux, The Miners and Steamfitters Union, who she performs tasks for in order to secure both loyalty and funds, and those who are loyal to her, who she wants to secure a free existence for in Malifaux.
This barely even scratches the surface for all the diversity in setting. seriously, I left out even a few masters, not even including Henchmen, the other named characters in setting (which includes basically human twilight sparkle in a giant robot suit, and Alex Louis Armstrong with his classical element inverted)
unfortunately, I also think while this is a major oversight in their targeting of Wyrd specifically, there’s also a reason for that targeting.
Wyrd is a smaller company, but it’s also plagued by problems. while it’s been experiencing growth in the last few years, it’s also been plagued by problems (including it’s proverbial curse, seriously, the production hiccups at the company have reached near supernatural levels) and a lot of people have viewed the company’s structure as weak. combine that with the fact that the game has a more diverse cast than the setting would usually allow, and I think Latining and her crew want to try and strong-arm Wyrd into making “diversity” positions, because she’d believe they might be open to the idea after some mafia style “persuasion”. if they pull it off with a smaller company, they might try for Fantasy Flight or Sodapop next.
these people want a gaming trust and safety council so they can shut down anything they don’t understand, especially in the game that’s the absolute epitome of “Portrayal does not mean endorsement.”
to tell the truth, this is absolutely anathema to anything my friends and I have ever seen from the gaming community. I have found nothing but acceptance, and I’ve never heard any XYZphobic statement. (well, okay, I’ve heard plenty of racism, but when the Elf and Kender rights councils come into existence, they can take it up with us)
The head of the company released a pretty form-standard “We do not endorse harassment” message on the forum. I’m praying that’s the end of this chapter of stupid.
on a sailboat surrounded by sea with no land in sight. without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come. to stand at the helm of your destiny.
i want that, one more time.
i want to be in piazza del campo in siena, feel the surge as ten race horses go thundering by. i want another meal in paris at lombo sea in palaise de bourges. i want another bottle of wine, and then another. i want the warmth of a woman and a cool set of sheets. one more night of jazz at the vanguard. i want to stand on summits and smoke cubans and feel the sun on my face as long as i can. walk on the wall again. climb the tower, ride the river, stare at the frescos. i want to sit in the garden and read one more good book.
most of all i want to sleep. i want to sleep like i slept when i was a boy. give me that. just one time. that’s why i won’t allow the punk out there to get the best of me, let alone the last of me.
It had been the
two hardest weeks of your life. Because you were rational enough to know you
can’t possibly avoid Isaac Lahey for the rest of your life, but hurt enough to
want to. You tried to be around him and act normal but it just wasn’t possible.
Stiles would support you through it but it came to the
point , where even he, wasn’t enough. Isaac had attempted to be with you alone
a million times, but Stiles would always find a way to interrupt, and part of
you thanked him for it, while another part cursed him.
One day after a pack meeting, you decided to leave
early, because Isaac had been sitting right next to you, talking to you the
whole time, smiling with this adorable smile of his that you knew you would not
be able to resist much longer.
‘’I’ll drive you !’’ Stiles offered and you raised
your hand up to stop him.
‘’I want to walk. ‘’ you said. Isaac looked at the
ground disappointed , knowing you were only leaving because of him.
‘’fine then I’ll walk with you.’’ Stiles said and
Derek held him down.
‘’I want to be alone Stiles..’’ you mumbled and kept
walking out the door.
Everyone knew the situation here, it was no secret how
in love you and Isaac had been, and it was no secret how hurt he had left you.
So , when he came back everyone was hyper to see him but also pissed, and
scared of what would happen between the two of you.
You walked down the street and looked up at the sky.
It was warningly grey, preparing for rain but you couldn’t care less. In fact
you had grown fond of the rain ever since Isaac left. It helped you sugar coat
the tears as rain drops.
About ten minutes later thunders were escorting you as
the streets flooded. You were soaked to the bone but it didn’t matter. Suddenly
you saw a dog barking by the pavement.
‘’hey…’ you slowly said approaching it.
‘’where is your owner?’’ you asked when you noticed he
was wearing a collar. One from a very distant area, and tied to it there was a
‘’did you get lost ?’’ you asked the tiny animal and
you opened the now wet note.
It had no address , no name , no contact details,
nothing. All it said was
‘’if you keep him, thank you’’ and then as you read
that tears streamed down your face uncontrollably.
‘’ you were left weren’ t you ?’’ you whispered as you
petted its head.
Meanwhile during the meeting Isaac could not focus on
anything. Not when he saw the rain and he heard the thunders. He had been
trying so hard to make you see how sorry he was but nothing seemed to work. He
knew he couldn’t just announce he was going to leave because everyone would
suspect he would follow you, and Stiles wouldn’t let him. So he just excused
himself to go the bathroom and made his escape through the window.
The streets were empty due to the rain, so he shifted
into a werewolf, tracking down your scent , running as fast as he could. All
that had been building up inside him got to the point where they demanded to be
Isaac paused and shifted back a few steps behind you ,
as he saw you cuddling the animal in the rain. By now he also looked as if he
had been in the titanic, but like you, he did not care at all. You weren’t oblivious to his presence.
You heard him running and realized when he had stopped
behind you. You handed him the note that was on the dog and he read it.
‘’ I can’t take him. ‘’ you chuckled. ‘’I’m allergic
to dogs’’ you laughed hysterically cause even though you indeed were allergic
your sympathy for the animal had gotten the best of you.
‘’I’ll take him…’’ Isaac said and you got up holding
the tiny animal in your embrace.
‘’ the owner left him…’ you mumbled looking into its
puppy eyes. Isaac scratched the back of his neck
‘’yes but he did say thank you , to whoever found him.
It says so in the note…’’
‘’that doesn’t erase the fact that he left it all
alone…’’ you mumbled looking at the dog.
‘’maybe , he couldn’t keep it though. Maybe the dog
bit him, or maybe he didn’t have enough money to buy food for it , or he lived
in the streets…’’
‘’ maybe the dog didn’t need food. Maybe all he wanted
to be with his owner’’ you said finally looking up at Isaac and his heart
broke. Because out of all the people, he could tell the difference between the
tears and the rain drops on your cheeks.
‘’what I mean y/n , is that at the time. Maybe the owner
thought this was the right thing to do. The one with the less casualties. ‘’ he
said and you slowly let the dog on its feet as it remained by your side.
‘’ oh there were casualties Isaac. You broke my
heart.’’ You said biting on your lip so as not to let out a loud scream.
‘’i’m so so sorry Y/N’’ Isaac said trying to approach
you but you stepped back.
‘why did you leave?’’ you asked sternly.
‘’ Allison died y/n…’’
‘’yes to protect us !’’ you said.
‘’ don’t you see what we’re capable of ? We fight
these things thinking we’re somehow the leads in the story, that no matter what
we’ll make it out clean. But we don’t y/n people die. All the time.’’ Isaac
tried to explain.
‘’ what does this have to do with you leaving?’’
‘’ I am the one that dragged you into this. If you..
if you didn’t love me , you said so yourself, you wouldn’t be part of the
‘’ I am part of the pack to protect and fight along
with the ones I love Isaac’’ you said
‘’ that’s exactly the problem. That is exactly what
Allison stood for, and she fell y/n. I thought, I don’t know why I did but I
thought that after her death., you would perhaps change your mind. You’re human
y/n , you can leave the supernatural world whenever you want. I left because I
wanted you to loose every connection to this world. But don’t for one second
assume it was easy for me. ‘’ Isaac paused to breathe.
‘’ I realize it was wrong, but all that I could think
about was you’’ he chuckled.
‘’every fucking moment of the fucking day. I missed you
all the time. I still do.’’ He paused.
‘’ then why didn’t you come back sooner ?’’ you asked
coldly, By now Isaac had managed to approach you a few more steps, leaving a
small distance between the two of you.
‘’ I was scared it would hurt too much..’’ he
‘’ oh don’t worry about it, you managed it just fine
!’’ you said sarcastically but he looked up at you with the most serious
expression you had ever seen him wearing.
‘’ not you. I was scared it would hurt me too
much…and turns out I was right ‘’ he said just before grabbing your cheeks
leaving you no room for escape and kissing your lips passionately,
You had missed him so much. His taste. The feeling of
him melting into you. He slowly pulled back.
‘’ maybe the owner is just waiting for the dog to find
its way home….’’ he said looking into your eyes and you smiled.
‘’ then maybe the owner should get his head out of his
ass and come get it. ‘’you said and his lifted you up twirling you around as he
kissed you again.
Have you ever sailed across an ocean, Donald? On a sailboat surrounded by sea with no land in sight, without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come? To stand at the helm of your destiny?
I want that one more time.
I want to be in the Piazza del Campo in Siena, to feel the surge as ten racehorses go thundering by.
I want another meal in Paris at L’Ambroisie in the place des Vosges.
I want another bottle of wine and then another.
I want the warmth of a woman in the cool set of sheets.
One more night of jazz at the Vanguard.
I want to stand on summits and smoke Cubans and feel the sun on my face for as long as I can.
Walk on the Wall again.
Climb the Tower.
Ride the River.
Stare at the frescos.
I want to sit in the garden and read one more good book.
Most of all I want to sleep. I want to sleep like I slept when I was a boy.
Give me that. Just one time.
That’s why I won’t allow that punk out there to get the best of me, let alone the last of me.
One More Time monologue by James Spader as Reddington in The Blacklist