#Accidentally made shroud really chubby but I like it

[ask-tos2-roles]

SHROUD

SHROUD I LORV YOU 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

[kimmimaru]

More Turk stuff. A long one this time.

This is part of a bigger fic I’m working on called The Cresent. It’s fun. Also this is un-edited for now, I’m just pleased with it even if it rough around the edges.

XXX “Tseng, do you have the transcript of the interview with Trigger Bows?” Veld asked, frowning at a sheaf of paper work in his hands as he shuffled through it. Tseng looked up from his own seat at the large meeting table, hair a little dishevelled from the all-nighter they were pulling. He glanced down at the papers spread across the table before him, snatching one up. “Here, sir.” He brought it over to Veld who nodded his thanks, “I was going to go make some coffee...” Veld sighed, “Excellent idea.” He paused, looking up, “How was Reno's first mission back?” “Rude tells me he was fine.” “Good, good.” Veld frowned back down at the transcript, he reached for his mug but accidentally knocked over a picture. “Damn it.” He muttered, righting it carefully and taking a moment to stare at the image of a woman clutching a chubby toddler. He cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away. Then he handed Tseng the empty mug. “Tell Reno to have his report on my desk by tomorrow, he's always late with his paper work.” Tseng bowed a little, clutching his own and Veld's mugs in each hand. “Yes sir.” “Oh, Tseng?” Tseng paused again, looking back over his shoulder. “Tell Reno the president has a function to attend, he'll be going with him.” “Alone?” Tseng's eyebrows rose. “Rude's still in Rocket Town, Cissnei's got a seminar and you're with me so yes, alone.” Veld met Teng's gaze, “Do you think he's ready?” “Only Reno would know that, sir.” Tseng replied carefully. “There is no one else. It should be easy enough, babysitting the president is one of the cushier jobs.” Veld shrugged, “He's physically well enough according to the doctors reports.” Tseng nodded, “I'll let him know.” Veld went back to staring at his work, the door to the office swung open and closed with a quiet sound. Hours passed. The only way to tell the time in their basement-level offices was a clock on the wall. Veld groaned, leaning back in his chair with a creak. He rubbed at his face, releasing his breath in a sigh. A glance at the clock told him it was 3am. “I'm too old to be sat down for so long.” He mumbled, rising to stretch his back. It cracked loudly, causing Veld to wince. Tseng lifted his head, blinking. Shadows encircled his eyes as he too looked at the clock. He dropped his pen and clenched and unclenched his hands to relieve some of the ache. “If you wanted I could finish up here, sir.” He offered, looking over to his boss as he stood, illuminated by the giant screen behind him. “You need sleep too, Tseng. You're running on fumes.” Veld advised, frowning at his subordinate critically. “I'm ok. I can handle it.” “Tseng, really, even the best of us need rest.” Veld shook his head, putting papers into folders. “I...” Tseng looked down at the table. Veld looked up, “You are sleeping, aren't you?” Tseng stacked his papers before answering, “Yes sir, I am. I'd tell you if there was anything wrong.” “Tseng, I need you at full strength. If you're not up to it you must tell me.” “I will sir, thank you.” Tseng bowed his head, eyes on the floor. Veld sighed heavily, shaking his head, “We're done for today. Pack up and go home.” Veld turned back to his own desk, tidying things away when he heard Tseng pause. He waited. “It was...my fault.” Tseng whispered, almost too quietly to hear. Veld remained still, listening. “He came back for me, he was punished for my mistake.” “Has he told you that?” Tseng shook his head, pony tail swaying, “No.” “Then why would you think that? Reno doesn't blame you.” “I underestimated the enemy. Maybe if I had been more cautious-” “Caution can also get you killed in this line of work.” Veld turned around, leaning one hip against the desk as he watched Tseng. He stood there, shrouded in shadow as he held some papers in his hands and stared down at them. Veld had long ago removed his jacket and tie, the room was warm enough but Tseng still wore his as immaculate as they were that morning. Leather creaked as Tseng tightened his grip on the papers in his hands. “If I had more intel on the mole I could have found out he was going to betray us well before we even stepped foot in that village.” “We've all made mistakes. It happens, don't-” “I know these people!” Tseng snapped, looking up and finally meeting Veld's gaze. “I was one of them! I should have predicted what they would do. Because of my failure Reno was...” He trailed off, shaking his head again slowly. Veld watched him for a long moment, “I remember the day I found you.” He said with a small smile. “You were dressed in dirty, ragged robes. I thought you were a beggar. You had bare feet and were covered in soot. Do you know what attracted me to you?” Once again Tseng shook his head, “Your eyes.” Veld moved back around his desk and sat down on it. “You were lost but you were angry. Something had happened to you up on that mountain and although you weren't talking I knew that you were something special.” Tseng looked away, unable to hold Veld's gaze. “Turns out I was right. I have a good eye for people. You're talented, more than that, you're clever. You're a survivor and that's important. Whatever Reno did you had no control over that and that's what scares you. Not that he was tortured but that he did something you couldn't have predicted. He came back for you.” Tseng frowned down at his hands as they held the papers, stacked in a neat pile, “But why?” He said softly, finally meeting Veld's gaze. “Why did he do that? He risked...everything. Just to save me.” “You really don't know?” Veld's eyes widened briefly before he sighed, “You don't.” He answered himself and ran a hand down his face, “Then, let me ask you, why did you come back for me that time? Back when you were just a rookie? Why did you try to rescue me and put the entire mission at risk?” Tseng managed to hide his wince, “Because it was the right thing to do.” He said, “Because you're...important.” “You're wrong.” Veld held up his hands, “I'm as expendable as the rest of us. The president could have us all killed off and the world would continue to run as it always has. But you're right that it was the right thing to do, after you had completed the mission. Reno did what he had to do and then, in his own time, went back for you because it was right. He couldn't have lived with himself if you had been captured or killed.” “Reno's always been...emotional.” “But that's his strength.” Veld shrugs, “He feels, deeply and because he feels he cares. Eventually you're going to have to take over from me, Tseng. When you do, keep Reno close. You're too much like me and can shut down your emotions, close off your heart when things get too hard but Reno can act as your compass. The second you shut yourself away from others is the moment you become a monster.” Tseng stared at Veld, he blinked and then lowered his head, “Perhaps it's time I went home, sir.” He said. “Good. Get some sleep, Tseng.” “Thank you sir.” With that Tseng set the papers down on Veld's desk and left the office. He went home, removed his shoes at the door and went into the living room. He glanced at the television before moving to the back to his bedroom, he sat on the bed and shed his jacket. The room was dark, the blinds drawn tightly shut. He turned to see a familiar lump in his bed, slowly rising and falling. He could hear regular, soft breaths. Tseng climbed up onto the bed and leaned down, peering into Reno's sleeping face. He looked open, vulnerable. Red hair black in the darkness as it spread over Tseng's pillows. The sheets had been kicked down to reveal his scarred chest. Tseng ran his finger tips over them, tracing the edges of the wounds he'd suffered. Reno's brows drew down, he shifted, groaned and his eyes flickered open. “Yo,” He whispered, voice hoarse as a smile curled the corners of his mouth. “Wha' time izzit?” “Late. Go back to sleep.” Tseng whispered, reaching up to undo his hair. It fell in a wave down his back, blacker than the night. He shed his jacket, then his shirt. Reno watched from heavily lidded eyes, his gaze intent. Tseng rose and folded his clothes neatly, setting them on a chair in the corner of the room. He heard Reno shift, fabric sliding against fabric. Reno yawned, “Veld kept you a while, huh?” “We had some paperwork to attend to.” Tseng, now in just his shorts, moved back to the bed. “I wasn't expecting you here.” Reno shrugged, looking away towards the digital clock on the bedside table. “Well...I...can't sleep in my own room.” Tseng nodded, “You can stay. Veld wants you babysitting the president.” Reno groaned, rubbing at his gritty eyes, “Can't catch a break, yo. I'll go see the chief tomorrow.” Tseng nodded as he settled down beside Reno, he lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling. Silence fell and he heard Reno's breathing slowly even out. Tseng eventually fell asleep to the sound of it, one hand coming to rest on Reno's chest to feel the steady beat of his heart.

[trainingbrahs-blog]

Still no Tide Pods ™

Vik - This blog is the Pink Pearl Dim Sum Restaurant of blogs; a phoenix continuously arising from the ashes of blog obscurity. Let’s quickly recap all the relevant blog nonsense that I roll out each time we post, as if something may have changed and I’m not exactly the same ratchet ass ho that I’ve always been.

1) I still smoke. I’m quitting tomorrow. I don’t even feel bad anymore.

2) Wife-life-post-break-up-after-party has slowed down since Darcie is “happy” and in a “relationship.” Jokes, Kabir-Darcie is my fave 2019 combo. Karcie? Dabir? Still working on that one.

3) I haven’t competed since Worlds, and am totes cool with it. I’m mad chill rn.

4) Am going to be a purple belt forever, which is also very relaxing. Purple belt middle weight NAGA 2024 is gonna be my time to shine. I’m truly settling into mediocrity.

5) Tide pods still haven’t reached out to sponsor this blog. I’m shocked. And hurt. Our influencer status is shaky at best..

Darcie and I started working together this year and opened a home for precariously housed high risk teens. We are deep in co-lease, three joint bank account, coparent life. To be clear, this is on top of my FULL TIME JOB. And you know, because we are maniacs we also decided to start a non profit. It seemed like a natural progression, and since our feminism is constantly referred to as rabid (I see you puffy chested male identified boo boos) we wanted to find a way to assert our values (aka rabid feminism) by financially subsidizing female competitors, paying experienced women equitable fees to teach seminars and generally creating space through women only open mats to beat each other up on the reg. There’s probably a link to the non profit in this blog, so be a good person and buy a sweater or donate your hard earned dollars to support the local women in your jiu jitsu community. Also shout out to Kaboom and BCJJF for supporting this work and the female jiu jitsu community, you guys are all just the sweetest allies.

#influencer.

Since I’m not competing this year, I’ve been really enjoying getting my jiu jitsu groove back and am becoming low key obsessed with lifting heavy things. This bisch is not only chubby but also jacked now. Honestly, still mainly chubby, but a little bit jacked too. Also I think I’m going to start smoking weed. It may not go well, I ruined my brain with acid in the 90’s, and this is a potentially catastrophic experiment. More on that next time, you’ll know if it becomes a thing when I abruptly start training at 10th Planet.

I don’t have a good anchoring, concluding paragraph, so instead, I’ll just see you all at women’s open mat, and on the sidelines of every local comp cheering for all my pals.

Xo

Vik

Darc- Live from traction: It’s a recap of the last 3 months of my life!

You guys, Year of the Matriarchy 2019 started off hot. We made homes for kids, started supporting she-athletes and I competed a bunch! Here are some things that we were too busy with in real life for me to regale you with earlier:

1. I moved house twice! YES TWO TIMES. You guys, I am so good at moving. If you need any tips on Frogbox or where to get the best budget furniture, I’m your lady. The answer is Wayfair.ca btw. Anyway, I’m done moving for a while because it’s the pits even when you’re a pro and this new place seems pretty good. Also I promised my cat we’d stay a while.

2. The Portland Open is a thing now and I competed there. I learned an important lesson about always calling ahead to make sure your hotel room has a bathtub (Expedia is a house of lies) and did my first ever side smash so I could feel like a real Lovato/Kaboom student. Yes, it took me 7 months to figure out. I’m not a natural smasher. Also, I was savagely triangled in the finals. (Hi, Naomi!) So I also learned that. Don’t get triangled.

3. I competed at the Rev again in Tacoma. Everyone should compete at the Rev. It is consistently the most well run tournament I have ever been to. And I’m not just saying that ‘cause I (HUMBLEBRAG) won. I also learned that making weight after Christmas is hard and had to make some risky underwear choices to save .2 of a lb. But don’t worry, I’ve since invested in some ultra light back up pants for these situations to save you all from accidentally seeing my ass in the future. #competitor

4. I won silver at Pans! I’ve never really done well in major competitions. The last time I was at Pans was 2016 and I got subbed so quickly that Vicky missed my fight trying to get from downstairs to upstairs to watch it and I cried like a kid on Chad’s shoulder. I didn’t win a single match in a big competition until last year’s World Masters, then I got subbed in round 2. So this was a big win for me. Kabir overheard a girl on the mat next to mine finish her first fight and say to her coach “Woah. Nobody sucks here,” which is hilarious and true. Nobody sucks at Pans and Worlds, guys. Those fights are fucking hard.

5. I somehow managed to hurt myself real bad trying to do an armbar in the quarter finals then fought two more times because I’m an idiot. By the finals, I couldn’t lift my left arm or stop my head from turning all the way to the right and I got triangled in ten seconds. You guys! DON’T. GET. TRIANGLED! Then I had public jiu jitsu cry #2 because adrenaline masked how hurt I was and I was just disappointed about losing. Anyway, that was the last time I did jiu jitsu and I’m still living a life of pain. The medical folks say the left side of my thoracic spine got crunched up in some sort of shitty armbar perfect storm and a bunch of ribs popped off my back and now I live in a world of pain. I had a CT scan yesterday and my spine and nerve roots are healthy, so now I’ve just gotta wait my full recovery out. Also, I’m 2 for 2 on Pan American cries. What’s up with that? Also armbars are supposed to hurt the other person. Come on, Omori.

So anyway, catch me also on the sidelines til this shit resolves. Look for the girl in the Cascadia Women’s Fight Club sweater, right next to the really loud shroud of red hair.

Don't get triangled,

Darc