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[inconspicuous-villain-blog]

Tanner is standing, talking to someone on the street. He doesn't seem all that amused or interested in what the other man has to say, but he never really does to be fair.

( @secret-past-eli-offical )

[the-villain-offical]

(restarting again lmao, y'all know the drill)

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Ugh, look around!!

He sits up, gesturing to Rasine

You're some... immortal shapeshifter who can't even get drunk

Gestures to Savi

He's an immortal half-demon or some shit

Gestures to Cain

And I don't even KNOW what that guy's deal is

I'm surrounded by practically immortal people alll the time!! Y'know, you think it'd be cool, but it's not. I'm not as strong or as powerful as you guys. I didn't even think the dart would hit Savi, and if it did it's not like it would matter!!

At this point he is absolutely crying now

I used to be upset that if I ever made normal friends they'd all die before I hit my "40's" but now I'm the mortal one. I'm gonna die one day and you guys all get to just keep on living like it's normal!? It's not fair—

Hides his face in his hands and just starts incoherently sobbing

( @supervillains-assistant-offical )

[jackofspades-l]

* The Rudinn is still cowering, and shaking. The Hathy has backed away a little. Neither is saying anything.

@ask-ralsei-anything @the-great-rouxls-kaard @ask-q5u4ex7yy2e9n first come first served type shit (idc who reblogs this first)

[jsbashirmd]

[[ plotted starter for @lietwice

Garak has clearly been feeling properly awful for weeks. Julian has been watching him carefully, waiting for any chance to help or to comfort, and taking those opportunities where they come. But it's gone on long enough that when he has the chance to stealthily scan his sleeping partner, he takes it. It's unprofessional, it's an invasion of privacy, it's perfectlh normal for the two of them, but it's... devastating.

Pregnant. Julian tries to tell himself that it could be some sort of medical anomaly. An unfertilized egg growing out of control, a tumor that the body is mistaking for something else... His scan isn't specific enough to really know for sure. But Julian hadn't even known that Garak could become pregnant, and given his own deliberate lack of fertility... It's not necessarily a betrayal, but it feels like one, and Julian curses himself for being so nosey for nearly an hour before gently shaking Garak awake, his open tricorder still where his partner can see. There's no point in hiding his crimes now, but he does school his expression into one of sincere concern and apology rather than open hurt.

"Hi, darling. Can we talk about this?"

[cctinsleybaxter]

Are you fucking kidding me

[galacticforces]

@dccontramundum because I have a problem and also feelings

It was mid-day when a visitor came knocking rather insistently at the shop door. It was rare, though not entirely unheard of, for people to ignore the posted hours, but sometimes those on their lunch hour had no respect at all for shop-owners on theirs. Zan reassured Morse with a kiss to his forehead that he needn't get up, and he went down himself. He had, frankly, been expecting someone from the Oxford police to show up on his doorstep looking for Morse for weeks now, so to see a man matching DI Thursday's description is no great surprise, though it is unpleasant.

"Detective Inspector Thursday," the man introduces himself. "Mr. Fell, is it? I'm here to see Morse, assuming he's here."

"That's quite an assumption, then." Unfortunately, Morse might actually want to see him, and he holds out a foolish hope that the man may have come with an apology. "But I'd rather not give the impression that we're open, so come in, if you must. Be quick about it."

Once the door is closed behind him, the full force of Thursday's disapproval is clear enough. That his young protege would have taken up with a man such as him must be a blow. To have taken up with a man at all is enough to attract negative attention, but a man who isn't even properly hiding his proclivities, and who is nearly twice his age in addition? No doubt Thursday is mentally painting him as some sort of dastardly gentleman criminal who's been masterfully manipulating Morse into all sorts of things he wouldn't do in his proper state of mind. Zan finds himself disgusted in return.

"Morse is a talented young man," Thursday starts. "One with a future. Potential. He can have everything he wants, if he puts his mind to it," which is to say that Alexander Fell cannot be what he wants.

"Yes. I quite agree. It's a shame the Oxford police didn't protect what they had." Morse had wanted nothing more than to serve his country as the gifted investigator he was, but he has a real knack for handling rare books and antiques, as well, though Zan would keep him around even if he didn't. "He wants to stay in London--here--and I won't be turning him out. If you upset him, however, you will no longer be welcome. Do we have an understanding?"

Thursday's eyes narrow with growing distaste. "Do you really think this is what's best for him? A life of hiding away, never having a family or a real place in society? If you care for him, Mr. Fell, you ought to wish for him to have better than this." He pauses and Zan can't help but let some of his fury show. Thursday responds, clearly well aware that he's about to be thrown out, with something to soften his words somewhat. "He's a grown man and he can make his own decisions. I'm only here to speak to him."

Zan purses his lips, but can't risk truly infuriating this man, no matter that they're outside of his jurisdiction. "Very well. Wait here, please."

He turns, walks back up the stairs, and sits gingerly on the edge of the bed to run his fingers through Morse's hair. "Inspector Thursday is waiting downstairs to speak with you. Shall I send him away? Or will you get dressed and see him?" Then, because it needs to be said, he puts a hand on Morse's chest to stall him for a moment. "You have a place here, my dear. A place where you can be loved and provided for. I'm not letting go of you, no matter what he says. You're allowed a shelter from the storm. It is not your responsibility to go running into more danger--you've done more than your share."

[keen-eye]

when the narrative rapes, gaslights, and victim blames sam 🥳

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