#a doozy

[thegoodmorningman]

There's no way to see this kind of thing coming. There was two months ago but there's not now. Good Morning.

[pasta-lovaa]

Chapter 2 🚨🚨🚨

“Every Mile Brings You A Little Closer”

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“This place is pretty insane,” Nancy muses, aiming for levity as her eyes wander the property; the expansive yard, the water features, the guest house next to the rose bushes. “Too perfect to touch.”

The sentiment extends to more than rose bushes.

“Did you hear Robin say that George Washington actually lived here?” Steve says, a note of endearing wonder to his expression that makes Nancy giggle.

“I think she was messing with you, Steve,” Nancy crinkles her nose, hiding a grin.

His face falls momentarily, then splits into an embarrassed smirk. “Shit, you’re probably right.” He’s smiling brightly, wet hair pushed back and curling around his ears. Nancy wonders how something can feel so familiar and so completely brand new.

[pussyfever23]

what if you were a SIBLING and you had a SISTER and a BROTHER and you never felt like you were ENOUGH and you were never taught to do with the LOVE that you feel so you were willing to bend over backwards to express it and have it given back to you in return and you were willing to sacrifice your MORALITY and your BELIEFS because you barely even knew what they were in the FIRST PLACE. and what if you lost your VIRGINITY because your brother wanted you to and you JERKED him OFF and it turned out he didn’t WANT it and you had no clue if you wanted it EITHER and. what if you wanted to convert to BUDDHISM and join a MONASTERY for your SISTER and support her in getting away from your FAMILY but it turned out YOU were part of the family she’s trying to GET AWAY from. and what if you had no idea who you even ARE or what you WANT and you MOLDED yourself into what people want FOR you without UNDERSTANDING why you’re doing it but with an overwhelming desire to PLEASE and to be SEEN and to be LOVED and what if none of it was WORKING!!!!!!!

[imari4444]

how's the new chapter going? 👉👈

Okay, so hmm- how do I format this? We’ve got mostly good news dwdw👍👍

LONGGGG EXPLINATION AND WHERE AM I AT? UPADTES BELOW

Vvvvv

Windwheel, has been hard to write this last couple of months , irl business mostly— but I never really stopped writing per say, so I was never really on hiatus, I had to go on a small hiatus around Mid December—Januaryish however, and only got back to locking in early February so that counts.

And the only reason I haven’t giving a full explanation sooner was because I am soooo close to finishing the chapter that I’ve been pulling it off so I could give a bigger update —-or even just posting the chapter.

But among irl writing issues this chapter itself is an issue because it’s a transition point in the story, the ending climax of a war and the beginning of the new storyline, so I’ve had to re write sections of the story over and over again (there is currently 12 sections in the chapter, there use to be four more but I realized the lore in those sections didn’t fit and had to delete them to reveal later ((there’s a huge Windwheel lore scene that has to be pushed to chapter 23 I’m so sorry))— but yee FOUR WHOLE SECTIONS G O N E)

So issues sadly I do apologize for the wait :(

But GOOD NEWS, as of 20 minutes ago the chapter has surpassed the leanth of last chapter idk how… it was supposed to be so much shorter, but uhhh yeah ;-;… 31k words and counting CUZ IM NOT EVEN DONE WRITING HOWWWWW?!?!?! how??? ಠ_ಠ

And as of completion status 10 sections are done for sure, working on the 11th right now and essentially half way, then 12 is last and then all it’s free for all of you!!! YAY!!!! (

Then I can work on chapter 23 I swear if I ever write passed the leanth of chapter 21 again I’m going to just write an original novel and see which gets done faster because W H A T :D can I go back to when my chapters were like 8k??? And I could post once a month instead of half a year almost???

Btw I know this sounds like I’m complaining, I’m not, writing has brought me so much joy and happiness, I starting writing Windwheel when I was at an all time low in life and I really hope it can bring others joy at their lows— giving you guys updates is like a highlight for me so my frustration really the fact that I HAVENT been able to do that in a while :/ but I’m looking forward to seeing what you guys think and I hope you enjoy !!! :DDD

Until next time, because I’m locking in >:D

[because-she-goes]

the truman show

warnings: this is my first time writing smut so please be gentle! anyways 18+, swearing, choking, vulgar language, dom!matty, biting, spitting, praise kink, voyeurism, male solo masturbation, oral (female receiving). Enjoy!

Itwas late. The room was humid, sticky and littered with bodies. Not an inch of space to move. Bass thumped over the speakers and the taste of shitty tequila rested on the tip of her tongue. Why did they have to bring her here, she was perfectly okay at home with her cat - infact she had planned to cozy up with some wine, take out chinese food and binge Love Island for the hundredth time. A true night in - bliss. The only issue was that it was her 28th birthday and her friends insisted on bringing her to a club to “let loose” as they said over the text thread the previous evening. She debated whether or not she could feasibly sneak out without them knowing - saying she had food poisoning or suddenly had to take Frankie out for her nightly stroll. Deciding on just going for a smoke break and sticking around, she maneuvered her way through the swarm of drunk people. She was nowhere near as drunk as her friends, let alone the people she was bumping into. Not liking the feeling of being blacked out and out of control.

Cold air cooling her as she opened the large door, she grabbed a pack of Newports from her clutch and the lighter her Mom had gotten her one year with her initial engraved on it in beautiful calligraphy. It is then, she notices the feeling of being watched. Fear crawling up her spine, she takes a shaky breath deciding to look around for the other presence looming over her.

She spots a figure in the shadowy alleyway not to far from her. It strolls towards her - like a lion stalking a gazelle careful to not move too quick and spook it away. The figure moves menacingly.

“Now, what is a pretty thing like you doing all out here alone in the cold, hmm?” A man’s voice reaches her ears. Still not able to make out a face, she is cemented in her spot. Paralyzed - she doesn’t know if it is in fear or a twisted curiosity to see what he looks like.

Salt and pepper curls are the first thing she notices. Then a jet black cashmere sweater revealing the inner portion of his collarbones and neck, stretching over his shoulders and biceps and then coming to a halt at his wrists. Scanning down his waist, she sees grey pinstripe pants and beaten loafers. All in all, he is easily, without contest the most alluring man she has ever seen.

Like a moth to a flame, she walks to him, meeting him in the middle. Remembering he asked her a question, she coughs and says “Its my birthday, 28 to be precise. My friends dragged me here.” She nervously explains, butterflies filling her belly and bottom lip pulled a little between her teeth - a nervous tick she’s had since elementary school apparently.

“Lovely. You look absolutely ravishing by the way.” He smirks, eyeing her slowly, making a point to stop at her lips. She was wearing whatever her friends decided to pick for her, choosing to pick her battles and go along with this whole charade. Her friends had found a leather jacket wrap dress hidden in the depths, tag still attached to the collar. It had fit her like a glove when they forced her to try it. Hair in a ponytail at the base of her neck, gold delicate jewelry sprinkled across her arms, collarbone and neck. “You look good enough to eat.” He remarks under his breath, taking the hem of the dress and rubbing it between his fingers - admiring her choice of fabric. “Afraid to say though I forgot a light, would you be kind enough Darling?” He asks, eyes burning into her soul, unflinching. Her skin feels like it is on fire, flames dancing up her neck and licking at her cheeks. She gives him the cold lighter, his thumb brushes over the engraving and he gives her another look.

“Y/N, my mum had it made for me last christmas.” She explains quickly.

“Beautiful. I’m Matty by the way, but you can call me Truman, baby.” He states, cigarette cherry illuminating his gorgeous features, leaving her breathless. With a puff, he hands back the lighter and occupies the spot in-front of her. Her thighs clench over the thought of him moaning her name.

“Now, love. Hows about we go back to mine after we finish our smoke, I have some wine and I can order a pizza if you’re hungry?” He suggests, trying to hide how desperate he is to wrap his hand around her pretty neck and make her squirm. He coughs, composing himself. If he lets his mind wander like that, they won’t even make it to his door.

“Okay, sure. I would just have to let my friends know that I left, I’ll text them now.” Pulling up the text thread, she types “mission get laid is a go.” and clicks send, hoping to god he didn’t see that. He did, smirking at how innocent she is - notifying her friends and ensuring they knew she was safe…. or at-least as safe as she can be while also being with him.

The pair make their way to his house, silent on the cab ride. His hand makes its way to her thighs and creeps up, hiking the hem of her skirt up higher and higher. He then feels it - the lace of her underwear. He breathes out, reeling himself in again. He’ll let loose once he’s got her to himself, for now he’ll just tease. Expert fingers dance along the edge of the delicate fabric, slowly but confidently. She mutters an “oh fuck” under her breath, hips relaxing forward towards the hand.

He then makes his way to the center of the fabric, feeling a damp spot. Oh jesus christ, could she get any better. He leans over and whispers just quiet enough for the driver to not hear, but loud enough for her ears to be consumed by his voice. “Now tell me, baby, who got you soaking through your panties hmmm? Wanna be a good girl for me, yeah? Oh thats it baby, keep it together angel then you’re all mine.” He taunts. She whimpers. His fingers now teasing her clit in tight circles above the fabric, lace adding a sensation she’s never felt before.

“Yes, gonna be your best girl, Truman.” Remembering the name he gave her at the club, he moans in her ear. Both of their hearts beating in sync. Her chest heaves, breathing shakily as she tries to not get so worked up by his tone and filthy mouth. “Good girl, almost home baby” He praises, pulling his hand away from the lace. His eyes alight with lust. She shivers at the loss of contact, now on a razor’s edge.

The driver finally pulls up Matty’s driveway and as soon as the car drives away, he pulls her into him. Giving the back of her dress a firm pat, her legs wrap around his waist. He gets the key in and unlocks the house smoothly. He kisses her messily, teeth gnashing at points. “Fuck baby, you’re so reactive, so eager. Want me baby?” His voice piercing her ears. She gives a quick nod. “No angel, wanna hear you say it. How do you want me baby?” He prompts, needing the sound of her innocent mouth speaking pure filth to hit him.

“Truman, I n-need you please. Don’t torture me baby, just wanna make you feel good. Wanna be so good for you, Truman.” She pleads into his neck. Walking up the steps and into the large main bedroom, he drops her onto the bed roughly. She props herself onto her shoulders, making certain her chest pushes out to him. Needing him everywhere.

“Music? Drink?” He directs towards her, walking to the record player and pouring himself a glass of brown liquor.

“Drink would be nice, wine?” Holding out her hands for a glass. He goes and gets the bottle he keeps for times like these. Leaving her for a moment, her breathing now settles. She can’t believe what she is doing. Letting a man she met not even 3 hours ago, take her home and tease her in the car on the way here. She blushes.

Coming back, he pours her the red wine in her glass and flicks the record player on - “Sunshine of your love” by Cream. Perfect, he thinks.

Standing in front of her, he downs his glass and places the cup on his bedside table. She downs her win with a grimace, placing the glass next to his. Hands moving toward his belt, he swiftly undoes the latch and zipper combo on the pants. Her mouth watering. She is in a trance at this point, he devilishly smirks. Pulling his pants off and throwing them in a corner, he starts to palm himself. “Like what ya see, honey? Want me to make you happy? Gonna be a good girl for me baby? So sweet giving me your lighter earlier. So innocent and cute. Soaking your pretty panties for me. Adorable.” He mocks her, now taking his dick out of his boxers and smearing the precum across himself, moaning her name softly. She drools. He spits roughly into his hand, her mind feels like TV static. His head throws back as he moans, hand pumping slowly over himself. “God, yeah thats it baby. Just like that, so good.” He moans, knowing he is being cruel to his guest and frankly not caring.

“Please let me touch you, baby. Need you so bad. Bet I’d feel better than your ha-“ She tries to tease back at him, but before the words can even leave her mouth his other hand grabs her by the throat and he looms over her darkly. “What the fuck did you say to me? I get to decide when to use you, doll. For now, you sit still like a good little slut for me, yeah?.” Releasing her, he spits on himself again and jerks quicker. More roughly, swearing with each pull. Her thighs squeeze and a whimper threatens to leave her throat. “Thats the fucking shit baby, oh what a good girl you are being so still for me. Like a goddamn statue you are. So fucking perfect and obedient. So sweet for me.” He praises, watching her squirm a little. She sits on her hands, trying to create any sort of friction she can. She may as well be dripping for him. “Gonna devour you baby, you wont even remember your name. All you’ll be able to say is Truman. What a cute little slut you’ll be moaning for me hmm?” She shivers once more, less this time not wanting to upset him. She notices he’s getting sloppier and faster with his hands, her mouth drops open, allowing him to cum in it if he so chooses. “Good girl, giving me your sweet mouth. So considerate fuck. So sweet baby. Fuck baby, ready?” He double checks. Nodding, he unloads down her tongue, she swallows cleanly, not a drop going to waste. She shows him, leaning down he kisses her and whispers a “good fucking girl swallowing me, baby” in her ear. He nips at her ear lobe and jaw as he comes back up, she melts.

“Been so patient for me, honey. Bet youve soaked all the way to the sheets by now. Tsk tsk tsk, im sorry honey. Gonna take care of you, okay?” He undoes her dress in a single motion, body revealing itself to him. The first thing he spots is her lacy pink thong, the second being the lack of bra. “So sweet, baby. Oh you look so perfect for me. Gonna be good for me? And how naughty of you, not wearing a bra baby… want all those men in that club to see your tits, princess?” He asks before kneeling before her. “No, sir. Only you, Truman. Only wanted you to see. Wanna be so good for you.” She mumbles to him.

“Awwe how cute are you when you’re flustered.” He says pulling the lace to the side and her hips closer to the edge of the bed. He rubs his hands op her calves then on her thighs, wrapping in ward pulling her legs apart. She is shimmering in front of him, truly appetizing in every way. He licks his lips, twisting his tongue around the outside of her and taking sudden swipes in towards her center. She yelps. Teasing her even more, he places kisses to her inner thighs and in a line from her clit all the way to her center. Her head is thrown into a dizzying spiral once he finally swipes across her. “Feels so good, Truman oh my god. Feels like heaven, baby.” He moans into her with delight, getting off on the fact that she’s enjoying this just as much as him.

“Tastes like watermelon candy baby, my god. So good for me, so perfect and sweet. All mine baby, all fucking mine.” He groans wickedly, biting her thighs. She moans, the praise making her more and more turned on with each sentence. She feels like she could explode. Tongue gliding across her beautifully, his curls popping out from her thighs. “Gonna cum baby, need to cum so bad.” She warns him. He stops abruptly.

Taking a lap around the room, catching his breath. “You only cum when I say you can, got it!” His eyes like wildfires now staring at her heaving body. He demands, voice booming around the house. “Yes, sir. Yes, Truman.” She obeys. Following his every command like gospel. She thinks she would kill for him if he asked her. Be the Bonnie to his Clyde. Her eyes swimming with want, hunger and lust.

“Atta fucking girl!” He pounces back to her, giving her throat one more tight squeeze before resuming the oral like he never stopped. A lightning bolt goes through her at the sudden restart. Her legs shake, his hands grabbing them tighter, holding them still. One hand droops over the thigh to her clit and teases as he continues to eat her alive. Somehow, she feels the pleasure increase 100 fold. “Good girl, baby, knew you’d love that pretty clit getting some attention.” He says into her thigh. The other hand reaches to her chest and meanly twists her nipple, she screams. He smirks into her, finally getting the sound he has been awaiting all night. “So fucking responsive, so good baby. Close yet?” He checks.

She nods then realizes he can’t see her. “Yes, Truman! So fucking close for you, wanna come all over your tongue! God this feels so fucking good!!” She screams quickly, pleasure starting to burn at her insides. Threatening to come undone he feels her clench around his touch and clit twitch under his fingers. “Cum for me baby. Be Truman’s good fucking girl and come all over my tongue, angel. So fucking filthy and perfect for me baby. I fucking love hearing you.” He steadies her legs as she tries to clamp on his head. She wales. Her wetness covering his face with a magnificent sheen. “So fucking good, baby.”

He mutters one final time before standing up and walking to his bathroom. Grabbing wipes and filling his empty glass with some water, he cleans her up and has her drink. Wiping his own face with a wipe and cleaning his hands he comforts her noticing she had gone quiet and shy. “Good job baby, so perfect for me. I had such a nice time. You sound so pretty for me. Want a bath or have a cuddle and go to bed hmm?” He asks, kneeling in-front of her again, eyes now soft and warm. No trace of the man who was grabbing her throat and yelling a few moments ago. She decides on a nice long bath to unwind, he orders some pizza for delivery while she bathes figuring she didn’t eat at the club. They spend the rest of the night, kissing and talking about their lives. Whispering sweet nothings to each other. Wrapped in sheets, comfortably. A complete opposite picture to the two people leaving the club earlier that night. Before she falls asleep in his wonderfully soft bed, she hears him whisper a “Happy Birthday, Baby.” and he kisses her forehead.

[angel-bubbles]

got approved for surgeryyy!! hoping this will solve some of the medical shit i’ve been trudging through

[ginandweas]

Japril Appreciation Week 2021 ↳ Japril moved to Boston and..

UNTIDY: Chapter 1/?

Work in the clinic was uncharacteristically quiet that day. Or perhaps, it only seemed that way in comparison to her racing mind. 

Either way, for the first time in weeks, she actually heard her phone buzz. 

Mom gave me the name of a relator friend in Boston, if you’re interested.

Also, Bailey didn’t cry as much as I thought she would. Should I be insulted? 

She tapped the side of her phone against her palm. Feeling the little balloon of a few nights ago pop against the blow. This was no longer a decision Jackson and she had made somewhere in the dead of night. This was real, handing-in-your-papers, making-people-cry, real. 

Which meant she had to do the same. 

That’d be great, thanks, send me the contact info. 

And she didn’t cry at all when I left, should I be insulted?

She’s only been working at this clinic for about a year. She got the job through Matthew, who had been volunteering there with his church for years. It was all … intertwined with him and their story. But a lot of things were intertwined with Matthew, if she were honest, for better and for worse (usually ‘for worse’ for him). Perhaps having an opening to close this chapter, this particular connection, was good for her. ‘Their’ story wasn’t much more than fleeting memories now anyway, which she had come to accept with greater ease than she had anticipated. They were a part of each other’s story but not the whole book. Some part of God’s indistinguishable plan, just not the part they once thought.

It’s not as though she spent her days working with patients who really needed her, thinking about how her ex husband got her the job. All she saw was the opportunity in front of her to do good. And she was grateful what she had with Matthew had given her that. 

But now it was time for another opportunity.  

The nerves she felt walking into the clinic directors office were, honestly, more from excitement than anything else. Because the book wasn’t finished. If anything, the book has become a forest of open possibilities waiting to be told just what to turn into. 

“You - you want to - what?” 

“I want to use your clinic as a model. Take ideas you have here and expand them on a nationwide, maybe even global scale eventually.” 

The women laughed lightly. “So you’re handing me your resignation as a physician, and handing me a partnership deal?” 

“I don’t have all the kinks worked out. It’s not going to be immediate - I mean Jackson wants to build from the ground - but I want you on that starting level. I know what work you do here. I want others to know it too. You know those inner workings better than I do. If I have any hope of making change, I need people who know what they’re doing on my side.” 

She could recognize the fluttering eyelids of shock that were likely paired with a slightly agape mouth under her mask of the women sitting in front of her. “Can I be honest with you, April?” 

“Of course. Please.” 

“I’ve always been … skeptical of big organizations, like the Avery - sorry, Fox Foundation. Everything that happened last year seemed to validate that point. 

“And then Matthew said he knew this Trauma Surgeon, and you started volunteering here. The drive you had when you dove head first into areas others took months to adapt to -  you impressed me, right off the bat. And when I found out who your ex-husband was … honestly, I thought I was validated again. 

“Then I heard the way you spoke about him. The way you praised his integrity and … I just didn’t expect those to be the words of the ex-wife of an old money millionaire. And I know those are my preconceived notions, not entirely fair, even if not entirely baseless. 

“But for the first time in a long time, I had a little hope in a system that I have seen let down its most vulnerable time and time again for the sake of profit. 

I hope ... you continue to prove me wrong.”

April smiled. “I’ll stay here as long as you need me. There’s already no way I'm leaving before the elective surgery drive.”

“I’ll always need you. But I can handle you leaving knowing it’s not for good. I appreciate you staying until the drive. But after that ...” 

The women stood from her desk, the instinct being to hug, but the pain of the world they lived in still stood between them, as if there to put the words they shared on a pedestal in the meantime. 

“Thank you, Annette. For everything.”

[asimovsideburns]

Hunt for Dragonshards session summary 6:

oh boy, where to start

• Okay, so where has Smidge been while the rest of us were at the secret society meeting?

• Why, going over to chat up the dragon, of course!

• Smidge: a 30-year old half-elf in gym shorts, a backwards snapback, and a gym shirt that is fully tits out, nipples completely exposed

• The dragon: disguised as an 18-year old girl

• The cover story: Smidge was dressed by his DAUGHTER in an effort to make him look cool and approachable on his first day at college for shadow sorcery, which he is attending after being a stay-at-home-father until his WIFE fucking DIED

• The deception check: nat 20

• (After session: “I think I do actually have a daughter now. I think I have to honor that nat 20. The dice tell a story.”)

• The dragon is fooled, but he doesn’t really get much information out of her or the friends. As she leaves, his lantern of tracking’s light goes out

• Smidge: “Oh, would you look at that, time to take my meds!” *proceeds to FUCKING WALK IN CIRCLES AROUND THESE GUYS UNTIL THE LANTERN LIGHTS BACK UP (“you know how it is, gotta stretch my old man hips”) (the rest of us: OLD MAN HIPS????????)

• Smidge follows the dragon to the edge of town until she starts to really outpace him at which point he very obviously looks at his watch, says “Oh! My pie, in the oven!” in the most flat, unconvincing voice ever, and casts Polymorph on himself (hence the animorph outbursts in the chat) to turn into a DIRE WOLF (these are the size of a horse, if you weren’t aware) and track her

• Smidge makes a charisma saving throw, passes with a 27, which means, in the DM’s words: “okay, this still happens, but you’ll remember it” (HELLO???)

• Smidge is subjected to a vision of the world from dragonback, but a world with a continent shaped completely unlike our own, and the feeling that the WORLD is going to END if he doesn’t do something about it (the DM accidentally lets slip that this is a VISION OF THE FUTURE)

• Smidge comes back to himself in dire wolf form, unpolymorphs, grabs a man out of the crowd that has congregated around him (a DIRE WOLF standing STOCK STILL on the SIDEWALK in a CITY) and screams “WHAT TIME IS IT?” before running back into the city

• Cool! That just happened!

• Roux’s turn! Roux visits their mom.

• Turns out that 1) Roux’s mom doesn’t seem like a very good person 2) Roux has been looking for the missing professor not to help him but because he’s a threat to their mother’s “business” 3) Smidge is working for Roux’s mom 4) the missing professor is a FUCKING DRAGON 5) Roux’s mom is behind the disappearance of the House Orien heir 6) she wants Roux to KILL HIM AND STEAL HIS SHADOW 7) and then pose as him to buy a train ticket in his name without being spotted

• We are all. Reeling. My head is in my hands. I’m pulling my hair out. I can only imagine what the others are doing because I can barely see. The crowd is going FUCKING WILD, folks.

• Now it’s time for Vendetta, as his newly-revealed second identity Victoria ir’Marin, second daughter of House Marin, close relatives and allies to King Boranel ir’Wynarn, King of Breylund, to meet with her contact. What I had expected to be a big reveal (Vendetta is actually a changeling and leads a double life as both noble and criminal/spy) is like. The LEAST of what’s going on. Which is fine but like. FUCK.

• I chitchat with my contact, an agent of the Artificer’s branch of House Cannith, and find out she’s here to investigate rumors that the Alchemist’s branch is involved in the recent explosions and the disappearance of the House Orien heir. I insinuate that I might have evidence that would help her faction gain an upper hand by implicating the Alchemists (the bombs from earlier), which would of course be an “internal matter,” and she promises to get me an invite to the upcoming Birthday Ball for the head of the Alchemist’s branch (which is headquartered in this city)

• Unbeknownst to Vendetta, Smidge is currently re-investigating the House Cannith workshop... and discovers that the machine that would be used to create those bombs? You know, with the unique alchemical signature? It’s broken. Covered in dust. Hasn’t been usable for weeks while they wait for a replacement part.

• SO WHO THE FUCK MADE THE BOMBS?

• I think it’s about now also that the DM asks Smidge what kinds of spells, traps, and defenses he has around his safehouse and storage lockers (one fear)

• Then Roux and UWU head out to break into the Artillerist’s lab on campus, where UWU (magically disguised, of course) wins the others over with their ability to pick locks instead of just smashing in the glass

• They find a blackboard showing a diagram of a warforged colossus, pointing out (among other things) the locations of certain people required to operate it—a dragonmarked heir each from LYRANDAR (framed for the bombing), CANNITH (framed for framing lyrandar for the bombing?) and ORIEN (the house that owns the trains and also had the guy go missing (murdered and shadow-stolen))

• AND, upon seeing the colossus diagram, UWU is thrown into a memory of watching the colossus collapse while they slowly sink, unable to move, into a lake, presumably to die

• End of session

• Dia’s player comments that they are genuinely very glad they didn’t end up doing anything that session because they couldn’t have handled it (to which the DM apologizes, but Dia’s player is absolutely sincere, and I get it, because. Wow. This session was a lot.)