#They're doing my comrades so dirty!!!!!!!

[chicago-geniza]

Management making a point to hire ~diverse~ hourly-wage employees to bolster their image as a welcoming, inclusive workplace then proceeding to be almost comically racist and transphobic without seeming to realize what they're doing. Little nonprofit things

[atopvisenyashill]

imo rhaenyra’s “madness” being that of a cult leader capable of convincing her followers to do ostensibly insane things cuz she’s just that charismatic & self-assured in the correctness of her beliefs is way cooler and less sexist than the typical ‘she went crazy’ targ nonsense, "ohhh ‘mad queen’ daenerys she’s so crazy it’s that classic targ madness just like her ‘mad’ ancestor ‘mad’ king aerys you never know with those ‘mad’ targaryens" that’s so boring lol, give me something believable

YES i honestly don’t understand and have been increasingly annoyed by these really disingenuous “oh so when rhaenyra slaughters innocents it’s totally fine bc she has the divine right 😒” criticism when it couldn’t be more clear that’s not what’s happening. i mentioned this with the white stag before, how people are taking the most bad faith reading of it imaginable and saying that’s objectively what the writers intended when….it’s very clear the writers are intending for a more nuanced exploration of the entire concept of the white stag, YOU (general you, not you anon) are purposefully taking it in a negative way because you like being pissed off. what an obnoxious way of engaging with the story!

and i feel the same here! the main criticism i see of rhaenyra is that a) she’s not allowed to get her hands bloody/she’s always in the right and b) they’re making it seem as if she has the divine right to commit violence due to the prophecy. there is absolutely no narrative basis for these readings though, it’s COMPLETELY people projecting.

the reason she doesn’t do anything earlier in the season is because she also isn’t doing anything in the BOOK during this section because of her grief. i think criticism of HOW they wrote that is valid - the fact that she doesn’t speak at all in the first episode was a heinous choice, i get what they were going for, but it fell so flat that as Professional Writers they should have realized they were missing the mark there - but this constant “rhaenyra doesn’t get her hands dirty” “rhaenyra is too perfect” is so fucjing obnoxious. they’re ✨building up to it✨ guys, it’s why they did the stuff with Aemond not meaning to kill Luke and then actively attempting to kill/harm Aegon, it’s why the Green Council goes from squabbling to actively suppressing Alicent’s voice, it’s why Rhaenyra's convos with Jacaerys have gotten increasingly more angry, on and on. Sorry you all wanted Rhaenyra to be a Born Evil Queen, but if they’re not doing that with Alicent, why would they do that with Rhaenyra? "Oh they only had Jacaerys call the dragonseeds mongrels because-" my comrade in christ they took Alicent making the decision to lock the smallfolk into the city and gave it to Aemond to make her look better and make Aemond look worse it's the exact same thing and they're doing it because they're trying to have a conversation about the cyclical rot of feudalism and the way these people are completely trapped by their own design in this cycle of violence!!!!

and YES very much, this gets into point b which is like....THIS is Mad Queen Rhaenyra, THIS is Rhaenyra the Cruel! It's Rhaenyra holding onto this prophecy that gives her the divine right to be violent, that represents her father choosing her over everyone else, that represents her own worthiness as a ruler, that every single fucked up thing she's suffered is worth it because the fabled hero will come from her line, because Jacaerys will follow her onto the throne and there will be unending peace, because Viserys chose HER he loved HER he only ever loved HER, and she HAS THE RIGHT but what does "have the right" even mean. "oh they always portray her as morally in the right" NO THEY DO NOT YOU ARE MAKING THAT UP. Rhaenyra thinks she's morally in the right and the show is constantly making her face the consequences of her own actions, and showing that (again, and I cannot overemphasize this enough, just like Alicent, just like Viserys, just like Aegon, and while they do it sloppily with them, just like Aemond and Daemon!) Rhaenyra will close her eyes to the glaring faults of the people around her and the violence she is helping to perpetuate because to her in the end, all of this suffering has to be worth it and she has this fancy little prophecy that is showing her it is worth it. That's so interesting! It's fascinating! "Well I think she-" Well that's just your opinion man! I'm having a fucking ball watching her step closer and closer to the edge and insisting that she's staying still, she's playing safe, it's everyone else that is taking the leap. That's fun, that's engaging, that's a good way of depicting that dichotomy of how greatness can so easily turn to madness.

[scraftyisthebest]

Wow, so Amethio really got booted from the Explorers entirely. Spinel's scheme actually worked, and it turns out he actually expected Amethio to escape, and his plan was actually to put him in a situation with Liko specifically to force them to work together then get footage of them collaborating to use against him as blackmail.

Gibeon fired him for it and basically disowned him...but now I really have to wonder if we'll see Amethio's father (who is also by extension Gibeon's son) actually show up soon. When Gibeon fired Amethio he said, "I don't want to see your face again" but also said "You did the same dirty thing your father once did, Amethio". Basically, that in the end Amethio was just like his father. We know Amethio's father once served Gibeon and was disowned by him for "failing" him, and Amethio originally vowed to not be like his father...but now that this has happened, I do wonder what Amethio will do, and if his father will actually show up. With what we know here it seems we have a bit more of an idea of what Amethio's dad really is like: most likely that he is a good and kind man, and he most likely was disowned because he chose to extend a hand of kindness to someone who was Gibeon's "enemy". Amethio doesn't want to admit it, but he's repeatedly lent a helping hand to Liko and co. and ultimately cannot avert his true nature, which is that at his core, he's actually a compassionate and good guy deep down, whose sole motive is to belong and to be loved. He clearly cares for his Ceruledge as well and treats him as a dear partner.

Gibeon really seems like a bitter man if he disowned both his son and his grandson simply for showing "kindness" to the "enemy", even if in Amethio's case he could've easily passed it off as mandatory courtesy. I really do wonder why he's so fixated on Lucius, and the fact that Amethio helped Liko who is implied to be his descendant implies Gibeon seems to have some beef with him that he wants "resolved". Terapagos seems to get angry at the very mention of Gibeon as well...so like, what's the deal there. Terapagos certainly knows him from back then and it seems Gibeon did something that really shattered trust with the rest of Lucius's friends.

That said...while no one has brought them up I really wonder about Coral and Sidian more and more. They're still "serving" the Explorers and obeying the orders of their fellow admins like Spinel, Chalce, and Hamber, but they don't seem to really be in the know about Spinel and Chalce's underlying motives, much less Hamber or Gibeon's. When Gibeon declared his intention to disown Amethio and fire him from the Explorers, Spinel and Chalce were genuinely delighted as they explicitly hated Amethio and wanted him gone, but Coral and Sidian on the other hand seemed rather shocked at the revelation. Coral for one seemed to just enjoy the "petty beef" that Spinel and Amethio had and saw it as amusing while Sidian is just a "I'm doing my job, nothing more" guy, but this implies they really had no idea just how deep the hatred Spinel and Chalce had for Amethio ran, or that Amethio would ever be removed in such a manner. I feel like they're mostly just here because they're good at their job as firepower, but they're never trusted with information. Spinel even openly admitted way back in the last Rayquaza confrontation that he was just "using them", and Chalce for this entire chapter has been dragging them around and they're following her orders. Coral didn't even seem to be happy about having to obey Spinel's orders in the last episode. It honestly feels like they're basically treated by the rest of their comrades as "tools", particularly by Spinel and to an extent Chalce, and they're useful but no one in the Explorers really trusts them with the inner details of the Explorers' goals and motives. In other words, their connections with the Explorers organization are practically entirely transactional. "You do your job, which is to take down our opponents", and they see it as an opportunity to unleash their power.

Those two got a lot of focus in the Terastal Debut chapter but it looks like they'll be a bit sidelined again in the next chapter (Rayquaza Rising), but I'm genuinely curious if something will happen with them especially since they're pretty much just ordinary peeps. Spinel in particular seems to see them as disposable, and while he and Chalce rely on their battle prowess it seems they will be very willing to discard them once they're no longer of any value. I kind of wonder what situations they'll be thrown into next in that regard.

Long rambles after this episode.

[heedmywarnings]

Us as the twelfth harbinger??? Id be fearing for my life

Since we're the twelfth that means we're the weakest ƈ ͡ (ुŏ̥̥̥̥ ‸ ŏ̥̥̥̥) ु. , They're gonna have a field day bossing us around

One wrong move and the balladeer would threaten to slit our throat

Dottore would probably have spiked us or sum and throw all his missions on us

Sandrone would throw us dirty stare every now and then

Pierro would be the only redeemable person in the lot +arleccino (I don't fully trust pulcinella)

I feel like the fatui would like is best since we are more down to eartb thatn the rest of 'em

May the tsaritsa have pity on us ...

.·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.

Childe finally has a comrade weaker than him:')

I feel as if the harbingers wouldn't mind our precense very much, like you're just there and they don't really acknowledge it.

Scaramouche wouldn't immediately slit our throats, in fact I think he'll straight up ignore as + La Signora and Arlecchino. But if we ever cross paths with Signora, I guess she could throw in insults to rub salt in our wounds.

I feel like Dottore has this god complex and he prob does, so he's like "You're nothing compared to me" so he'd constantly remind you about that, like he probably did with Childe before you were promoted.

Sandrone could be bestie material idk. Sandrone strikes me as the tyoe of person who'd ask you for opinions on their work and doesn't take constructive criticism very well (same tbh)

Pierro just gives us tasks and doesn't interact with us personally, as for Pulcinella, I think he'd try to warm up to us? Like he did with Childe.

Pantalone's just Pantalone.

On my own opinion, the harbingers have an intent of killing eachother but can't actually kill eachother because ahem, their majesty.

Depending on what you do, they might respect you. But I do feel like they'd go very hard on us on our first day so yeah:')

[gladdygirl18]

Moriarty the Ticklish

I recently got into Moriarty the Patriot and OMG! What an anime! It's literally Sherlock Holmes, the anime, and I loved it! If you're a fan of Sherlock Holmes, this is the anime for you! So, this is my first ever fanfic for this anime and my first fanfic of 2023! YAY!

This fic takes place during Season 1 after being introduced to the first five members of the Moriarty group, so there are no spoilers. Enjoy!

Summary: After getting scared to death by Moran, Fred becomes grouchy and pouty. Luckily for Moran, he knows how to get Fred smiling again. However, against their will, the Moriarty Brothers get dragged into their little game, but they're not complaining.

Word Count: 2294

⚠️Warning⚠️: mild swearing

Laughter. An auditory expression of several positive emotional states, such as joy, happiness, or relief. It's common among friends and family, nobles and commoners alike; the Moriarty Brothers and their comrades are no exception.

"Hahaha! That was rich!" Moran laughed, "Oi, you should've seen your face, Fred! Hahaha!"

The young man was standing beside the door, panting as he clutched his chest. It looked like he'd been spooked by a ghost, well, not by a ghost, by Moran. The sharpshooter had hidden in the wardrobe to give the deadpanned young man a scare, and it worked; very well, Moran would add. Now, Moran was laughing his head off as he clutched his stomach.

"Not cool, Moran," Fred said, trying to keep his composure, "I felt like I was going to have a heart attack."

"Oh, lighten up, Freddy!" Moran said, "You're a good kid who works for the Moriarty Brothers. You know the shit they do, and you pledge your allegiance to them anyway. I'm surprised a little jump-scare got you that bad."

Fred breathed out his last pant and glared up at the sharpshooter.

"You're a real pain in the ass; you know that?" Fred asked with a pout.

"Heh, so I've been told." Moran said with a cheeky grin and wink.

Fred scrunched up his face and gagged.

"You are disgusting!" Fred said.

"Hey, I didn't say anything," Moran said, "You're the one who thought of that with your own dirty lil' mind."

Fred groaned and rolled his eyes.

"You are insufferable." Fred muttered.

Moran couldn't help but smile at Fred's annoyed face.

"Oi, Fred. Don't look so gloomy," Moran said, poking the kid's side, "Lighten up!"

Moran's gesture made the young master of disguise inhale sharply and protect his side.

"D-Don't do that!" Fred said, starting to panic, even though his deadpanned expression never left his face.

"Don't do what?" Moran asked, playing dumb, "Don't do this?"

Moran then started poking all over Fred's side and stomach, making the young man snicker and back away from the sharpshooter.

"Y-Yehehes! Don't!" Fred said, letting a giggle escape.

Moran's grin couldn't be more sinister. The sharpshooter took one step toward Fred, making the kid take three steps back.

"What's wrong, kid?" Moran asked, taking another step forward.

"M-Moran, I'm warning you," Fred said, "D-Don't!"

When Fred felt his back against the wall, his heart sank as Moran advanced on him.

"What do I do?" Fred panicked.

When Fred saw that the room's door was wide open, he glanced at Moran to see him getting closer. It was a long shot, but since he was small and agile, Fred could escape Moran's wrath. Fred took a deep breath before bolting towards the door. When Moran reached out his hand to grab to young man's scarf, Fred slid under his arm and ran out of the door.

"You're gonna have to do better than that!" Fred called out.

Moran chuckled to himself, hearing the smile on the kid's face.

"Now, this is gonna be fun!" Moran said, sprinting out of the room.

When Fred arrived in the sitting room, he saw the Moriarty Brothers sitting around drinking tea and reading the paper. William turned to the kid and tilted his head.

"Fred? What's the matter?" William asked, setting the newspaper down, "Why are you so out of breath?"

"It's... It's Moran," Fred panted, "He's trying to..."

"What is he trying to do?" Louis asked, placing his teacup down.

"I need to hide, now!"

The Moriarty Brothers glanced at one another and smirked. They knew Moran's antics well, so they knew what was coming.

"Gotcha!" Moran cried from behind, scooping up the young man.

The master of disguise let out a yelp when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around him from behind.

"No! Moran, let me go!" Fred panicked, feeling a smile tug on his lips.

"No way! Not until I see a bona fide smile on your face!" Moran said before digging into the young man's sides.

Fred yelped before dissolving into adorable giggles.

"Morahahahahan, you bruhuhuhute!" Fred giggled, "Lemme gohohoho!"

"Ah, there it is!" Moran chuckled, "There's that smile of yours!"

Fred jerked his body left and right but couldn't escape Moran's tickly grip.

"Wihihihilliahaham! Louihihihis!" Fred giggled, "Albehehert! Plehehease, make him stohohohop!"

Fred's giggles escalated when Moran's hands traveled upward, hitting a sensitive spot below the young man's armpit.

"Plehehehase! Moran, plehehehase!" Fred begged.

"Please, what, Fred?" Moran deadpanned, "Please go for your armpits? If you insist, kid!"

When Moran dug into the young man's armpits, Fred wheezed before dropping to the ground, making the other four men chuckle. Moran rolled his eyes and followed the kid down.

"Well, this is certainly a start to the afternoon." Louis commented.

William and Albert agreed as they watched Fred pound his fist against the carpeted floor in ticklish agony.

"MORAAAAHAHAHAHAN! AHAHAHEHEHE!" Fred cried, "STOHOHOHOP!"

Moran chuckled as he continued to torment the young master of disguise. A sympathetic look crossed Louis' face before he sighed. Standing up from the couch, he walked over to the pair and grinned.

"Don't worry, Fred, I'll help you." Louis said, walking behind Moran.

To the young man's luck and the sharpshooter's misfortune, Louis started digging into Moran's sides, causing the older man to yelp and let go of Fred.

"Oi, Louihihihihihis! Cut it ohohohout!" Moran giggled.

"I don't see what the problem is, Moran," Louis chuckled, "Since you like tickling others so much, I just thought you'd like getting tickled as well."

Louis' casual teasing made Moran clutch his stomach and let out a deep giggle. Fred panted as he backed away from Moran, not wanting to endure his tickles again.

"Are you alright there, Fred?" Albert asked.

"Y-Yeah... I'll be fine..." Fred panted before standing up, "But I'll be even better getting my revenge!"

Fred dashed over to Louis and Moran and joined the youngest Moriarty Brother in tormenting the sharpshooter.

"Frehehehed! Not you, tohohohohoo!" Moran giggled out, "Come ohohohohon!"

"Payback time, you prick!" Fred said boldly.

Moran growled through his giggle-fit, trying to twist away from the others' hands. With a shred of concentration, Moran reached behind him and started attacking Louis' sides, causing the blonde to stop his assault and laugh.

"No, nohohoho! Plehehehase don't!" Louis giggled, quick to beg.

"Dohohon't like whehehehen it's hahahahappenin' to yoohohou, huh?" Moran questioned, still giggling from Fred's tickles.

To Fred's surprise, the sharpshooter managed to grab both of his hands with one and used his others to torment Louis.

"Morahahahahan! Plehehehase stohohop!" Louis begged, "I'm tohohohoo tihihicklihihish!"

"Works for me, Louis-boy!" Moran chuckled.

Fred struggled to break free from Moran's grip on his wrists, his smile never faltering. The young master of disguise looked at the other Moriarty Brothers to see them watching the scene before them with amused looks.

"Aren't you going to help out Louis?" Fred questioned.

"We will give it time," Albert said, walking up to Fred, "Or, I could just go after you."

Fred's eyes widened when he saw a mischievous glint in Albert's emerald eyes.

"A-Albert, don't you dahahare!" Fred said, giggling nervously.

Fred struggled against Moran's grip, dreading the fact he felt the sharpshooter's grip get tighter.

"Oh, I dare," Albert said, "For I am the Lord of Crimes!"

Albert grinned before clawing at Fred's ribs, causing the young man to giggle and squirm.

"Nohohoho! Albehehehehert!" Fred giggled, "That's not fahahahair!"

"All's fair in love and war, my dear boy." Albert said.

The sound of laughter bounced off the wallpapered walls.

"MOHOHOHORAAHAHAAN! NOT THEHEHEHERE!" Louis cried when Moran started attacking his stomach.

"That's right! Laugh for me, Moriarty!" Moran declared.

And laugh Louis did. He tried to push himself up, but Moran kept him down with just his hand attacking his worst spot.

"Albert, plehehehase!" Fred pleaded, "I've hahahahad enough for todahahahahay!"

"I highly doubt that," Albert deadpanned, "And besides, you're having fun, aren't you?"

A soft blush appeared on Fred's cheeks. That was enough for Albert.

"Williahahahahaham! Help meheheheee!" Fred cried, still tugging at his wrists.

"NOHOHOHO! HELP MEHEHEHEHE!" Louis laughed.

The elder Moriarty Brother chuckled and shook his head fondly. Though he would never admit it out loud, he loved seeing his friends and brothers like this, smiling and laughing without a care in the world. It reminded him of what he, Albert, and Louis used to do whenever they were alone and weren't interrupted by their parents or brother. Fred's sudden yelp brought the scarlet-eyed killer out of his thoughts.

"ALBEHEHEHERT! HEHEHEHAHAHAHAA! *snort* NOHOHOHO!" Fred laughed, "NOT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEASE!"

Albert only chuckled as he attacked the young man's armpits. William dragged out a sigh before standing. He crept over behind Albert before clawing his fingers into his brother's armpits. The emerald-eyed killer yelped before dissolving into handsome giggles. He tried to press his arms to his side, but he was only pushing William's fingers deeper into their target.

"Brotheheheheher, nohohoho!" Albert giggled, twisting from side to side, "Get ohohohohout!"

"I'm afraid I am unable to, brother," William said casually, "You trapped my hands, so I have no choice but to tickle you here. A shame, really."

Albert crumbled and hugged himself, succumbing to his brother's tickles. Fred eventually dislodged his wrists from Moran's grip and decided to help the youngest Moriarty Brother. The young man jumped onto the sharpshooter's back and attacked his lower stomach, causing the sharpshooter to cackle and stop tickling Louis, leaving the other scarlet-eyed killer breathless.

"Fred, yohohohohou little brahahaht!" Moran giggled, "Stohohohop!"

"No way!" Fred said, "Not only did you tickle me, but you held me in place for Albert to do the same!"

"Then you shohohohould be gehehehetting hihihihihim, not mehehehehe!"

"Eh, William's got that covered."

The young master of disguise looked over his shoulder to see Albert curled up into a giggling ball as the elder Moriarty Brother attacked his torso.

"Williahahahaham! Nohohohohoho mohohore!" Albert giggled.

"What was that? Did you want more?" William asked, "Well, since you asked so nicely..."

When William massaged his thumbs into Albert's hips, the emerald-eyed killer bucked and let out handsome and frantic laughter.

"YOHOHOHOHOU PRIHIHIHIHICK!" Albert cried, "YOU'LL PAHAHAHAAY FOR THIHIHIHIS! WILLIAHAHAHAHAM!"

"Oi, Louis," Fred called out, halting his assault, "Want to get some revenge on Moran?"

When Louis sat up, Moran shuddered when he saw a glint of mischief in those scarlet eyes.

"Thought you'd never ask." Louis said.

The youngest Moriarty Brother lunged at the sharpshooter, tackling him to the ground. Fred moved back before laughing at Moran's bewildered face.

"Take this!" Louis declared, attacking the sharpshooter's stomach.

Moran yelped before dissolving into deep giggles.

"Louihihihihis, stohohohop!" Moran said, "Plehehehase!"

"Not a chance," Louis said, "Fred, help me out!"

Eager to get his own revenge, Fred rushed over and started attacking the sharpshooter's sides, causing Moran to buck and giggle louder.

"You prihihihihihicks! Stohohohop ihihihit!" Moran cried.

"No way!" Louis chuckled, squeezing Moran's thigh.

The sharpshooter kicked his leg out and cackled.

"YOU BAHAHAHAHSTAHAHARD! NOT THEHEHEHRE!" Moran laughed.

"Now we're gettin' somewhere!" Fred said.

"GET OHOHOHOHOFF! AHAHAHAHAAAAHEHEHE!"

Cutting back to William and Albert, laughter lurked, but it wasn't Albert's this time.

"Albehehehert! Plehehehehehehase!" William cried from underneath Albert, "Let me uhuhuhuhup!"

"Apologies, dear brother, but I cannot," Albert said, "How does that old saying go again? Ah, yes! Equivalent exchange!"

Albert had straddled his brother when he saw an opening during his torment. William laughed into the carpeted floor, pounding his fists in ticklish agony.

"Enohohohough! Make it stohohohohop!" William begged.

"Not until you're laughing as hard as you made me." Albert said, gently squeezing his brother's calves.

William yelped before letting out high-pitched shrieks and laughter.

"NAHAHAAAAA! NOT THEHEHEHERE! ALBEHEHEHERT!" William laughed, "NAHAHAHAAAA! *snort* STOHOHOHOHOP!"

"Did you just snort?" Albert asked, utterly amused.

William felt his face grow hot as he buried his face in his hands, utterly embarrassed that he snorted, in front of Albert, no less. William knew he wasn't going to live that moment down. William kicked out his legs to try and shake off Albert, but his attempts were futile.

Cutting back to the other three, Moran managed to turn the tables and take down the other two by attacking their worst spots.

"MORAHAHAHAHAN! AHAHAHEHEHE! *snort* NAHAHAHA!" Fred laughed, "PLEHEHEHASE STAHAHAP!"

"YOU BASTAHAHAHARD! ENOHOHOHOUGH!" Louis cried, squirming under Moran's touch.

For the next few minutes, the tickle fights went on. To any passerby, this would be a true spectacle, but between the Moriarty gang, this was a regular thing. After what felt like forever, the five men were sprawled out across the floor, panting and giggling softly.

"Hohohow did we come to thihihis?" Louis questioned with a giggle.

"Because of thihihis prihihick." Fred giggled, poking Moran's side.

Moran inhaled sharply before grabbing Fred's hand.

"Nohoho more," Moran said as he released the young man's hand, "For real, this tihihime."

William giggled softly as he ran a hand through his disheveled blonde hair.

"I didn't know you could be so ruthless, Albert." William said.

"Well, I learned from the best." Albert said with a smile.

The scarlet-eyed killer smiled and playfully punched his brother's shoulder.

"I don't know about you, but I am tired." Moran said with a yawn.

"Yeah, all that laughing made me tired as well." Louis said as he removed his glasses.

The other three silently yawned and agreed. After getting comfortable, the five men fell asleep. William rested on Albert's stomach while Albert laid his head on Moran's shoulder. Louis rested his head on Moran's stomach, and Fred rested on his chest. Moran rested his head atop Albert's head with his arms draped over his newfound family. A family. Yeah, that's what these guys were. They weren't a crime consulting organization; they were a family. And they intended to keep it that way.

[lucysinatizzy]

Really weird that you’re denying the harassment of non hellcheer shippers. My friends and I have gotten harassed with death threats and racism for no reason other than not shipping hellcheer, none of us said anything negative, just that we don’t ship it.

Even if someone says something negative, that still doesn’t warrant hellcheer shippers telling them to kill themselves, doxxing them, being homophobic/transphobic, and racist/antisemitic.

If you have actual proof of actual hellcheer shippers sending you and your friends harassment/death threats/being bigots, then show it. I keep hearing about this, yet no one's provided any evidence so far, despite hellcheer supporters themselves asking for it multiple times. I've also seen them receive similar anon asks and say they'd condemn the stuff you're talking about if there was proof of it happening.

Let's get something out of the way. Hellcheer supporters have put in a ridiculous amount of time and effort into debunking bs claims. They're always up to bat. If there was legitimate proof of them being horrible, the steddies and quinnies (whatever they're called) would be shoving it in everyone's faces and doing a victory lap all over social media. They did that with their false accusations and fabricated evidence before being exposed for lying, publicly shamed, Joseph himself calling their actions disgusting, and having articles written about them.

Unless you're holding out on your comrades... After spending a year trying to take down hellcheer and Grace, don't tell me you really left them hanging like that when you and your friends had the proof all along??? They tried so hard to paint both as some flavor of bigot or deviant... just throwing everything at the wall to see what might stick and you did them dirty like that? You could've saved them from a world of embarrassment.

At best, I'm extremely doubtful that you and your friends are totally innocent. No one would give a crap if you simply didn't like a ship and we both know that. I keep seeing the same people who've harassed hellcheer shippers and Grace (or those who won't stfu about how it's 'problematic' when in reality a little fictional blonde cheerleader that's dead just made them feel insecure) turn around and pretend to be the real victims after getting exposed. Grown adults whining that they've done nothing wrong or downplaying their actions while there are dozens of posts on their account of them purposefully antagonizing shippers and saying the wildest shit I've ever read with nothing to back it up.

If you have the evidence, put it out there. Expose them. As a bisexual Asian chick, I'd like to know if I'm interacting with a bunch of racists and homophobes or whatever. All I've mostly seen so far is a small group of white women mlm shippers weaponizing extremely serious issues like racism for their stupid shipping war because they know how much damage it can cause in today's social climate. It's not a joke or a toy to play with. If you're making things up to get back at strangers online over some dead fictional characters on a show, then you should be ashamed of yourself for going so low. Without proof, that's all I'm going to take it as and nothing else will change my mind.

[sweetescapeartist]

How do you do? This is another question related to fanon because it's someone a artist friend on DA of loves over canon.(Especially when in comes to the characters in Naruto since they were done dirty if watch it clearly) So, what details, or other stuff you would add in your own DB fanon? 😶

Doing well. Hope you're well too.

I can understand certain examples of why ppl prefer fanon over particular parts of canon. Especially when its to improve and mend events for characters done dirty. (I wish I knew more about the Naruto series but I don't have much time to watch other series besides the ones I already do; like DB or a few slice of life anime & One Punch Man. {Although I'm about 2 years behind in reading the OPM manga.})

As for my DB fanon ideas? Kinda have a lot. Some of these are what I wanted to put in my DB Data-Book/Biology Book. Some Inplan to use for comics too.

This gonna be a VERY long list. There are 63 of them in total... sorry for those who come across this. 😅

The post I made about Krillin & 18's fertility.

Yamcha dated Tights for years without Yamcha knowing she was Bulma's sister & without Tights knowing he was Bulma's ex. (I actually have a comic I want to make out of this.)

Blonde Lunch had a crush on Tenshinhan while Blue Lunch didn't. (Seems to be supported by the series from what I can tell.)

Krillin's attraction to 18 stems from his crush on Lunch. A tough blonde delinquent with a sweet side. Except Launch's sweet side is literally another side of her. (This is why I ship Krillin/Launch sometimes.)

Krillin shares his birthday with 18. (Wrote a fic about it too.)

Towa is either Dabura's half sister or adopted sister (or even step sister). I can't get over how different they look lol.

Cell is "female." Better explained in this post.

Krillin's wish for 17 & 18 to become fully human didn't work for a few reasons. Shenron says he can't grant the wish because their powers are too great and strange (strange because of cybernetics & bio-organic components). He cannot effect those greater than his creator's power. But he also adds that he cannot effect them against their will. So perhaps, 17 & 18 wanted to remain cyborgs so that they can defend themselves. This is especially true with 17 who loved having powers. But seemed to be less so for 18 who didn't really care but saw her powers as necessary for protecting herself. (Shenron being unable to do a wish against the will of someone with power beyond his own is like how Goku refused to be wished back to Earth at the end of the Namek Saga.)

Tenshinhan was able to learn the Mafuba as quick as he did on his own because he already understood how to use his life energy with attacks from using the Kikoho.

Future Trunks may look like Present Trunks, but they are actually not genetically identical. Different sperm fertilized a different egg, but due to Saiyan genetics greatly limiting the variations of how Saiyans appear is why both Future Trunks & Present Trunks ended up looking the same. Plus the chances of the exact same sperm and egg joining is pretty much impossible. And Future Trunks realized that he would not have prevented his own birth because its a multiple timeline thing in DB, not a singular timeline.

Goten & Trunks were born without tails while Gohan & Future Trunks were born with tails. Which is 1 reason why I believe Goten & Trunks were able to turn SSJ so easily. And being born with tails is why Future Trunks & Gohan were able to have their own unique transformations in DBS.

Saiyans don't notice certain ki signatures unless they focus. Likely due to them instinctively not using them due to sensing ki being naturally foreign to them. This is why Gohan & Vegeta never realized Goten & Trunks could turn SSJ despite living with them.

Saiyans were cannibals. They eat anything. And if one of them died, they probably ate their comrade. They're animalistic in nature. I'm pretty sure that Paragus & Broly ate Beets after Paragus killed him.

Freeza's race reproduce like certain lizards. And that is through asexual reproduction.

Saiyans are genetically recessive while humans are genetically dominant when it comes to physicality. This is why a hybrid's hair grows longer and they are physically less durable than a full-blood Saiyan when their ki is not raised. This is also why Bulma's children resemble her (except for Trunks' eyes). But with Chi-Chi, since she has only sons, their appearance resemes their father due to limited variations of Saiyans appearance. And since she has black hair, her children do too. But Saiyans traits are dominant when it comes to ability. This is why hybrids can transform into a Super Saiyan. But once there is less and less Saiyan DNA in the descendants, the ability can be lost. At that point, the hybrid is not necessarily a Saiyan since they cannot turn Super Saiyan and do not have other Saiyan abilities. And the potential of hybrids is actually from the human side, not the Saiyan side. Ppl often get that backwards. (I disagree with Goku Jr & Vegeta Jr being able to turn SSJ just because they have Saiyan blood. Contrary to popular belief, most Saiyans cannot turn SSJ. Just because you have the ancestry of a Saiyan doesnt mean you automatically can turns SSJ. It was the human potential with Saiyan ability that allowed the hybrids to transform. But with the traits of Saiyan ability becoming less and less, the ability to transform is lost. I beleive Goku Jr. & Vegeta Jr. being able to turn SSJ is a case of them luckily inheriting the almost gone trait of Saiyans.)

Goten's hair actually looks like Gohan's when he was a kid. But Chi-Chi styles it to resemble Goku in memory of him. She gave him a name that has almost identical meaning, so why would she not style his hair to resemble his father too? But Goten cut his hair later so he wouldn't be mistaken for Goku. And the back of his hair is somewhat long at the End of Z. Shows that his hair grows like an Earthling since he is a hybrid.

Saiyan hair is like that of certain animals; they shed. This is why their hair keeps the same look without growing too long. And if their hair gets cut, it regrows over time back to its original length and the shedding process begins again. But they can grow facial hair like humans. But I believe there is a limit to the growth and it starts to shed at a certain length as well. But facial hair grows slow. As for hair on other parts of the body? Also sheds after it gets to a certain length. They are animal-like, so why would they not have similarities to the fur of animals? Also their tails shed.

Human lifespan in Dragon Ball is 90+ years.

The reason why Saiyans know that once a Saiyan turns 80, they fall out of their prime and lose their ability for conbat is because it's happened to low-class non-combatant Saiyans. And a few times when combatants in their 80's tried to fight & were easily defeated. Most Saiyans usually die in combat before they turn 80 since they are a warrior race. They prefer falling in battle over aging anyways.

It is said that Videl's mom passed away when Videl was young. I believe it was when-- actually... I'll save that story for a comic/fic. 😉

Krillin is one of the few who knows that the 3 weird little kids at Capsule Corp are the Pilaf Gang because he's seen their file in the police reports. Another is Yamcha who put it together quick since he's pretty observant in DB. Goku & Bulma were absent minded until they saw Future Mai and connected the dots. But the Z Fighters all are so strong now that they dont care. If Tien, Piccolo, & Vegeta turned good, surely the goofball trio from their past can turn good too.

Krillin has reluctantly arrested Launch before. But other times he tries to get her to sneeze so he doesn't have to arrest her and she can get back to her peaceful life.

Some ppl in the DB world probably weren't resurrected again. If they died when King Piccolo returned, then again when Vegeta & Nappa blew up a city, then again to Cell or when Vegeta blew up part of the audience or when Buu wiped out everyone on Earth... The Dragon Balls can only wish ppl back enough times.

Farmer with a shotgun is alive again due to the wish during the Namek Saga to wish back those killed by Freeza's minions. Raditz worked for Freeza before he died, so the farmer is revived. (But this might also mean some aliens were revived but their planet was destroyed, so they died again... The dark & unspoken about side of DB?)

Baba was born AGE 250 & Roshi was born AGE 430. My only explanation is that either their father or mother was granted limited immortality like Roshi, or they were a witch or wizard and had a job like Baba that allowed them to go back and forth between the land of the living and the land of the dead. Cause Baba being 180 years older than Roshi is kinda insane.

The immortality elixer Roshi drank was from the Phoenix who made it out of the Paradise Plant. But it was given to him while he was an old man so he didn't stay youthful. (But Krillin on the other hand gained access to it while still relatively young...)

Officer Black survived the explosion from his battle jacket mecha, but he was turned into a cyborg by Gero. And since Black wanted to take over the Red Ribbon Army & wanted Gero to obey him, & since Gero took orders from the true successor, Gero deemed him as one of the failed artificial humans & deactivated him.

Yamcha was staying in a crappy hotel room in DBS because he lives like Ryu & wanders the Earth. He just wanted a quick and cheap place to stay while he's working as a freelance bodyguard (because Toriyama said that's what Yamcha does along with helping Tien farm sometimes).

Krillin has actually beaten 18 in a sparring match ONCE. But because 18 was embarrassed, she told Krillin that she let him win. It ended up motivating Krillin to train harder so he can beat her in a match for real. All the while he doesn't know he actually won once already.

Launch has her own business; a food truck company.

Launch leaves messages & videos to herself to help herself out. Blonde Launch leaves videos on how to fight and use a gun for her blue haired personality, while Blue Launch leaves cooking videos & other how-to videos. This way they can both run the Lunch Food Truck business as well as protect themselves.

Launch actually knew 17 & 18 when they were Lapis & Lazuli before they were kidnapped and turned into cyborgs. She helped the kids steal food and clothes. Both sides of her influenced the twins' personalities in different ways. But, Launch hasn't seen them in many years and 17 & 18 have been robbed of those memories when Gero tried to take over their minds.

Son Gohan & Gyumao learned the Turtle Style from Roshi, but Gohan was more interested in the spiritual aspect of fighting and learned ki attacks like the Kamehameha. Gyumao was more interested in the physical & learned Roshi's full power form. Gohan was also an older man while Gyumao was young.

Goku is technically a prince through marriage to Chi-Chi, but never acknowledges it. Unlike Vegeta, Goku doesn't care to brag about titles.

Krillin is the captain of a special forces unit of Satan City Police Department.

Bulma slept with Vegeta because of her crush on Goku and wondered what being with a Saiyan was like. So after breaking up with Yamcha and a night of drinking, she managed to seduce Vegeta. She found out being with a Saiyan wasn't as good as she thought. But it was too late now. Baby on the way.

Dr. Gero was trying to recreate his family and live in a world he could rule. Turned himself into a cyborg, recreated his deceased son, & in DBFZ, he had his computer recreate his deceased wife. He was evil, but he did care about his family. But, he was still evil so... Good job, 17. 👍 (Also, kinda interesting how 16 & 21 became good despite being modeled after the RR Army Soldier, Gevo & the RR Army Scientist, Vomi.)

Upa climbed Korin Tower like he said he would.

Upa, Bora, & Chi-Chi are actually way stronger than Mr. Satan. Videl is close in strength to Chi-Chi but still weaker despite being able to fly. Also, Bora withstood gunfire when he raised his ki back in OG Dragon Ball. Mr. Satan can't do that.

Yajirobe is a ronin. Probably once had a master but went his own way for some reason. I like to go the comedic rout & think he was kicked out for eating all the food lol. He has an appetite like a Saiyan. Only a few humans are like that (Krillin being one of them), & it ain't cheap.

Chi-Chi wants to enter the World Martial Atrs Tournaments to win some money since she's the strongest non altered human on Earth. But she never does because she doesn't want to influence her children to fight instead of getting real jobs. Fighting is good and all, but you also have to provide for yourself and a possible family. So she did farming & cooking on her own (besides having her sons help her) to make money while Goku was in Other World, hoping to influence her children to be hard workers instead of just fighters.

Chi-Chi was so against fighting because she saw her fiancé nearly die fighting Piccolo, then her husband died fighting his alien brother while her 3 year/4 year old son was kidnapped by by his alien uncle then kidnapped by Piccolo for an entire year, then she saw her 4 year/5 year old son unconscious from fighting murderous adult aliens & her husband crippled. No wonder she didn't want Gohan to fight. But after knowing Gohan saved the Earth due to Goku's training and sacrifice, Chi-Chi saw the importance of training again. So she trained Goten as well as made sure he did his studies. Chi-Chi had it rough, but most fans ignore that.

Krillin had brutal training to be a monk when he was a child. And on top of that brutal training, he was often beaten up & bullied by the older monks. So part of his distrusting & sneaky personality in his youth was his defense mechanism to keep himself safe physically & mentally. But having his first true friend be Goku helped Krillin shed his "mask" & become his true self. A pure hearted guy like Goku.

Krillin & 18's house was bought with the money she won from getting 2nd place & blackmailing the 1st place prize money from Mr. Satan. Ppl mistake her to be money obsessed when she's actually trying to make life easier for her family and get away from Kame House. Ppl mistake Chi-Chi as being money obsessed to, but she's trying to provide for her family when she was a single parent feeding two very hungry Saiyans.

Tenshinhan's dojo is placed at the foot of a mountain as a refernece to how the mother of Erlang Shen (from Saiyuki) became a mountain or was imprisoned unter Mount Tao (Tao Paipai connection there). Chaozu/Jiaozu takes the role of Erlang's dog and deceased brother, Yurin takes the role of Erlang's sister (although in DB they are not blood related). And now the family is all together again at what is probably a dojo in the village where Tenshinhan was born before he became a student of the Crane Hermit. (I know ppl ship Tien with Yurin, but I view them & Chaozu as having some sort of sibling bond.)

Yamcha was raised by wolf Beastmen bandits. This is where the Wolf Fang Fist came from. He created it to emulate his adoptive wolf family's fighting style. He was eventually left alone after his wolf family was killed & had to survive on his own since he was young.

17 & 18 ki is suppressed that it seems like they dont have ki. But Krillin has learned to sense the faint ki signature due to him being a master of ki and being close to 18 for so long. I got this headcanon from this fic that @longmonthartist made.

Krillin, Yamcha, & Tenshinhan don't use the Full Power form (buff form) like Roshi does because they see the limitations of the form. Increased strength, but decreased speed. Goku noticed the same thing with SSJ Grade 3. All the strength in the world means nothing if you can't touch your opponent. Tien's shoulders were so buff in the Cell Saga because he was using the semi-full power form that Roshi uses when he fights in tournaments (cause Roshi is scrawny, then semi-buff, then super buff). Krillin & Yamcha (& later Tien) used a similar method Goku did when making his SSJ form like his base form (Kame School knowledge). Which is why Tien's giant shoulders are no more.

Tenshinhan did like he said and put his own twist to the Kaio-Ken. But he doesn't use it like Goku did because of how damaging it is to the body. Goku could barely handle it with having the durable body of a Saiyan. Its too dangerous for a human. So the twist Tien did with the Kaio-Ken was used for the Kikoho. He used Kaio-Ken principles to make it stronger so he could use it multiple times instead of just once. But it still wasnt enought to damage Semi-Perfect Cell, only slow him down temporarily. But the improved Kikoho still damaged his body and almost killed him without killing his opponent.

Yamcha used some of the Kaio-Ken principles to improve his Wolf Fang Fist (which is kinda a mortal version of Kio-Ken Yamcha created himself). But even when using Kio-Ken principles, the improved Wolf Fang Fist didn't amplify his power too much because he used it safely. Otherwise it would damage his body like the Kaio-Ken would. And since he's no Saiyan, he doesnt get stronger after healing from near death. Nor would it be smart to use such a dangerous technique without Senzu beans.

Goku had an advantage over all the other students of Master Roshi. Grampa Gohan taught Goku the Kame Style at a young age and Goku went on to learn directly from Roshi. Meanwhile Krillin has Shaolin training for 13 years, Yamcha had his personal wolf style for 17 years. Goku's Turtle style is the most pure out of all the students. And those principles being ingrained in him for as long as he can remember are a reason why is one of the top students only rivaled by Krillin who trained under Roshi for more years than anyone else.

Krillin learned all of Roshi's attacks, but rarely uses them because he wanted to create his own attacks and advance other attacks that would be useful in combat against stronger opponents. So he can do the full power form, the electric shock attack, hypnosis, ect. But Roshi refused to teach him the Mafuba because it can kill the user.

Tenshinhan & Chaozu learned how to fly from Crane Hermit, Goku learned how to fly from Kami, Yamcha later learned how to fly from Kami in DBZ, Gohan learned from Piccolo, Piccolo & Vegeta appear to have known it naturally (as some aliens do). Krillin is the only Z Fighter who didn't have anyone teach him how to fly. He figured it all out by himself without a teacher. Not even Roshi figured out how to fly on his own & he's hundreds of years old. Crane Hermit was the only one to figure out the bukujutsu on his own, but Krillin figured it out & mastered it in a far shorter time than his master's ancient rival. Thats just one reason why Krillin became the strongest Earthling. He was able to understand ki control on a different level than the others & he did so without somebody teaching him. And the better your understanding & control of your ki, the stronger you become.

Krillin is one of the few characters that can use the Genki Dama, but gather the energy needed for one on his own. He knows how to form it into a ball and how to properly sense evil to use it in an attack, but he never learned to collect the energy. Another is Cell since he has everyone's techniques. He probably knows how to gather the energy. (One game shows Cell make one and he says "I told you I could do it.")

Teenage Lapis & Lazuli snuck into the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai to watch the fights but like the rest of the audience who realized it was the evil Piccolo there, they ran off to escape from him. Later, they were kidnapped by Mercenary Tao soon after Goku defeated Piccolo. Then, the twins were experimented on in captivity for years until they almost completely forgot their past from before they were androids. All part of Gero trying to rewrite their minds and make them his killing machines. (Succeeds in the future, but fails in the present due to turning himself into a cyborg & not weakening the twins to further overwrite their minds.)

17 & 18 are around the same age as Krillin. Gero had been planning his revenge for years and gathering data since the Saiyan Saga. 17 & 18 had to have been in captivity for at the very least, 5 years. Meaning their age at the very least is about 23 or 24 during the Cell Saga. At the most, they were about 28 or 29. So just slightly younger than Krillin. (Or even possibly, they weren't teens when they were captured or were at least 19 yrs old. If thats the case, they could even be 1 or 2 years older than Krillin.)

17 & 18 are almost completely immune to mind control. Dr. Gero took extra precautions so that his weapons to prevent his "weapons" from falling into the hands of his enemies. The only problem is that he did too good of a job at it. 17 & 18 wouldn't obey him either. Well...not until he suppressed their power in the future timeline to control their minds. But, since he didn't turn himself into a cyborg in the future, his "kill all humans" command got him killed by his own weapons. (GT is a different continuity from the main one. But 17 & 18 being controlled by Gero was him trying to finish his programming.)

Yajirobe felt bad about yelling at Krillin to throw the Genki Dama because he l accidentally warning Vegeta which allowed Vegeta dodge the attack. Which is why he rushed in later and sliced Vegeta's back. He tried fixing his mistake. But after getting a beating from Vegeta, he retired from fighting.

DB characters are aware of their funny name puns. Or at least some of them are. Bulma's family being an example since she hated her name when she was young because how its an underwear pun. And Krillin named his daughter with a similar chestnut name pun. Chi-Chi naming Goten with a similar name meaning to Goku. Videl and her anagram. Others are just considered coincidences or something like that.

A NSFW one... Piccolo & other Namekians have a penis. But, it's sole function is to expell waste by urinating since they only need water to survive. There's a reason why they wear pants & why DBH had a cloud covering the crotch of a gigantic Lord Slug. And since they can eat, they must poop too. (Sneak peak into stuff I plan to put in my DB Data-Book I want to make.)

Another NSFW one I have concerns the Saiyans. They are built for combat while humans are built for pleasure. Which is why the males prefer combat over sex & can easily go without sex for years (example being how Goku & Vegeta leave to train with Whis often & Vegeta was even gone for an entire year, only coming back to fight Freeza. Or how those two trained in the Room of Spirit & Time for THREE YEARS.) Arrousal for Saiyans come from battle. This is why they get goosebumps & get excited because that is fisson (skin orgasm). So, defeating an opponent gives them some sort of sexual gratification. And when they are defeated, its kinda like some sort of combat blue balls. (You'll see this referenced in an upcoming project.) And because Saiyans are built for combat & prefer combat over sex, it makes sense why the Saiyan population was so low. They just reproduce to have stronger warriors. Female Saiyans love combat, but their maternal instincts also make them desire to have their own children. So, the females are the main reason why the Saiyan population was nowhere near as high as human population. They were around 10 thousand while we are in the billions.

Saiyans are similar to chimps and bonobos in the way they engage in sexual activity. Once the female is in heat, it attracts males. But like these apes, Saiyans will also engage in same sex activities. When in heat, they just need to get off for that time period (for Saiyans, they may go into heat every 4 yrs or so like how the apes they are based off of do). And they engage in sexual activity with male or female or by replacing sex with combat (cause as I mentioned earlier, combat gives them some sort of sexual release). And if a Saiyan male is off planet when females on Planet Vegeta are in heat AND there are no female Saiyans off world with them, the males are not interested in sexual pleasure. They desire pleasure from combat. But a female Saiyan goes into heat regardless and might try to mate with another aliens if they aren't in combat with them. The hybrid children of certain Saiyan women were probaly looked down upon, executed, or sent to die fighting on another planet because they were weaker physically than full-blood Saiyans. Saiyans sent their own young on suicide missions, so why not sent weaker half-breeds? Probably why Vegeta & Nappa knew about hybrids, but were unfamiliar with Earthling hybrids having more potential to be strong (that's thanks to Earthling DNA). The only hybrids they knew of were weak. Also, since Freeza destroyed most Saiyans, without Saiyan females who go into heat, the Saiyan males have little to no sexual desires since combat is their main priority. There is no "mating season" for them anymore.

Another NSFW one. Saiyans are like & based off of certain apes. And apes don't have large penis sizes. I think it makes sense that Saiyans are similar. Why not? (maybe Saiyans even have a baculum?) Saiyans are built for combat, not sex. And they prefer & desire combat over sex. I never understood why fans say Saiyans are packing & humans aren't. Aren't you fellas human? Why would you want to be a battle-addicted small penis Saiyan? Humans are the ones who are literally built for pleasure. If you want to be a "strong" like Saiyan, it comes with a price. If you want to be build for pleasure like a human, then it comes with the price of a low physical limit. However, that limit can be pushed far beyond its limits if you learn ki control. (Due to their intense training, the 3 strongest Earthlings can one-shot all full-blood Universe 7 Saiyans who ever existed besides Goku & Vegeta & Broly. They are the exception, not the norm.)

That's all for now! I kinda went overboard and named a ton of them. 😅

Thanks for the ask!

[lchufflepuffcorn]

A Diamond in the Rough

Words: 805

Warning: Sad-ish, Angst-ish, song fic, Disney x MHA fusion. No Reader was mentioned.

Author's note: I really liked writing this, and I hope you'll like it too!

Taglist: Requested by the wonderful (and very polite) @princeasimdiya12

Masterlist

OGW Masterlist

An Aladdin!AU Izuku centric imagine.

Gotta keep

The thumping of feet on the dusty ground echoing the wild beating of heart now stuck in his throat, Izuku Midoriya turned a corner. Griping the wall tightly between his fingers to better keep his stability, he took a look behind his shoulder. 

Yup, still followed. 

One jump ahead of the breadline

Clenching the fruits closer to his chest, Izuku jumps over a cart past him. And kicked one box off and continued his ascension toward the ladder leading to the roof. The map back home was reshaped clearly in his head. 

Maybe, if he lost the guards, Izuku should stop and get some fish for tonight.  

Now up the ladder and taking a second to watch behind him once more, Izuku can clearly see the flaming-like hair of Enji Todoroki and the matching red cap of The Hawks. He kicks the wooden ladder to the ground, hopefully buying him a minute or two. 

One swing ahead of the sword

Making it from roof to roof, Izuku jumped toward the ground, holding onto a clothesline before letting go, half a meter before his feet could touch the dirt. Seconds later, the line fell limp on the ground, clean clothes now dirty again, and Izuku bent to grab some. 

'That shirt would do Eri good!'

He continued his run under the insults of the guards, as he so often did. Waving toward Toshinori, the old jeweller, who waved right back. 

"You're stealing again, Izuku?" Asked Tsuyu, handing him a sealed bottle as he ran past her. 

The boy shrugged. " I steal only what I can't afford." 

And that's everything.

There had been a time when he would have walked those streets with real money in his pockets. The laughter of his comrades followed him as he'd juggle more and more oranges before them. 

There had been a time when he'd taken Eri on walks around the town's square and watched her dance. He'd bought a flower crown for her and a drink for Uraraka. Maybe he'd played shogi with Shoto or Iida. He would've sung songs with his mother, joining a dance toward the ends of their shopping and walking. 

He did that for a while after the war, too, before people couldn't loan him a dime anymore. Singing.

Could really use a friend or two. 

The war had taken much of the people around him. Sure, he still had Tsuyu and Kirishima. Toshinori, too, could be considered a friend, he supposed, hell, even Ka-chan some days.  

Eri too, but she was still so young and so weak... she ought to eat more. Maybe he could stop at the Bakugos to see if he could scrap a thing or two of them. 

"There!" 

They're quick, but I'm much faster.

Izuku jumped at the words and accelerated his speed once more. He must have slowed at some point. Once more, the boy used his acrobatic skills and jumped over a pile of hay, taking a sharp left and utilizing the windows to escalade the walls toward the top of the houses again. 

He threw a bunch of the stuff he found on the roofs around him to make the way less manageable. Stupid, but still, it could buy him some more minutes. If that was the only thing he could do, he would. 

Izuku lost the guards again after a little while and stopped at the Tokoyamis before the Bakugos for some scrap they could provide him. In Exchange, he only had to promise to try and find a job the next day. 

Better throw my hand in.

He hadn't been much help during the war, even if Izuku had been of age to fight. He'd been too sickly to enlist, and even in the more desperate of times, the only thing he was good at was taking children to refuges outside of the city, making the path difficult to travel behind them. And then, when everything was reconstructed, and everyone only had enough for themselves, Izuku resolved to steal for the first time. His skills were not good enough for anybody anymore. 

All I gotta do is jump.

He'd arrive at the crossroad leading to either the outskirt of the city or his hiding place. Their roofs are higher, their walls harder to clamber. They were older monuments and too much work to rebuild in their ancient splendour. The perfect place for a scoundrel like him to live with Eri safely and with someplace to cool down during the hotter months. 

Resting in bed, yet again, pale as the moon, the little girl opened her eyes when he entered. Her face lit up with her innocent smile, and Izuku could only smile back, playing out his daily adventure for her amusement. 

If only he'd known that he was a diamond in the rough.

[tony-andonuts]

Got home from work like an hour ago (early day yipee) butlike also today fucking sucked and im gonna go off a little

Okso first and foremost all but one person from an entire fucking department got let off for ''budget cuts'' today and not only that but us in the kitchen and ALL OF MEDICAL AS A FUCKING WHOLE recieved a budget cut. And we're already purchasing the lowest quality products overall. The department in question not only makes the workload easier on literally everyone but they get the residents out and about rather than rotting in their rooms. Its just so fucking vile and evil, and the department that they cut off is VITAL. The residents are gonna mentally deteriorate and more fights are gonna happen. The assisted living facility i work for is now a fucking PRISON. like dead fucking ass. I really fucking hope that the CNAs told the residents that love to complain because this shit is just straight up cruel and the owner of the corporation as a whole is so fucking lucky their name doesnt have to be public or else i wouldve already scheduled a flight to. Uh, you know <3

Another thing too solike. Okay this is morally inappropriate and i fully acknowledge that but i cant stop thinking abt it

So i had a dream this morning (like 8-10am) that the am aide i work with was gonna get fired, and then i also recieved bad news regarding a resident. IRL at around the same exact time i had that dream was when the department got fired *and* my am aide coworker recieved really bad news. I know i naturally have some clairvoyance butlike. FUCK I really hope it was all a coincidence and my meds were just working really well and that I dont get forebodings like that bc I know for a fact my psychosis will get the better of me if this happens even once more

Anyways i apologise for how out of touch that sounded, i genuinely am both seething for my coworkers who were dumped and saddened for my aide comrade

Butlike fucking UGH I've also been working like 4 days in a row with only one day off in between and Im fucking SHOT. I can technically work those shifts while also doing my laundry, making food, and attending therapy but I can't do much else bc its either Im getting ready to go to work, getting ready to go to bed for work in the morning, or using my one day off to clean everything that got dirty during my work days

Also the transphobia and burnt-out ableism I witness at work makes me wanna scream and break everything but i dont wanna fight with my coworkers in front of the residents so i just have to give the residents twice as much love as the malice theyre recieving like they're living in a perpetual state of good cop bad cop :)

[strykingback]

The Student And The Master

"Verification Confirmed, unlocking file now." The System Computer said before showing an advisory to the agent/reader.

This drabble will contain gore, war, and death. Reader discretion is heavily advised. _______________________________________________________

Location: The Town Of Driega, Outside of Atlas Time: 2:30 PM

Panting a young boy only at the tender age of twelve would run across the destroyed village, looking around and whimpering a bit hearing the sounds of gunfire far away from him. Black hair that blew throughout the wind as he ran, grey eyes scanning around for a safe spot hide. This was none other than a young Zek Sunna who had ran away from the orphanage program he was inducted into at the tender age of ten... and after two years. He ran away to find the murderers who took the lives of those he knew from the Bragi village taken from him along with his mothers.

Yet, Zek needed to take matters in his own hands and he was even willing to dirty his hands for it. Spotting a fountain straight ahead he would run to it as fast as his legs could carry him getting into the empty fountain. What he did not expect was an array of dead corpses of townspeople who either had fought to the last person, or was slaughtered as they tried to escape.

The sight alone would nearly make the young Zek vomit, but he would gasp when he noticed one of the bodies moving. "Down boy! Now! Hurry!" One of the still alive townsperson whispered towards him as Zek laid down on the ground near a few corpses making himself seem amongst the dead.

"W-W-What h-h-happened.....?" Zek said.

"They're coming.... the Solitas Liberation Force! They already killed my wife...... an-" Another man spoke while the other shushed him quickly trying to keep his comrade from dying.

"Listen.... a patrol! Quiet now!!!" The first man spoke.

With everyone and Zek putting his hands over his mouth to prevent even the slightest slip of a sound go by. With crows and rats already moving around to pick at the flesh of corpses. However, the two men would slowly but surely begin to panic as the patrol went by. The Solitas Liberation mercenaries laughing at how much they were going to have "fun" with some of the women and men they had captured back at camp, others talked about money and the location of dust, and lastly the orders to find still alive bodies in the fountain.

Which the second man who lost his wife began to panic too much and was shot by one of the Solitas soldiers and the other who was beginning to writhe and panic, attempting to make a decision to either run or stay still, ending with him being shot while Zek nearly flinched at the sound of gunfire being so close to him.

Finally, the soldier would kick away a corpse as he walked around the fountain finding nothing and rejoining the patrol, with voices of joy going away. A sigh would leave Zeks mouth, starting to crawl slowly amongst the corpses, while he whimpered softly trying to understand what was going on and trying not to look at the corpses. Yet, a man would slowly lean forward off of another corpse. "Shh.... are you okay, boy?" He would say, with Zek releasing a soft gasp looking at the man.

His skin was full of life as it was olive, covered in a combat clothes of some sort, while wearing a hat resembling a Karvalakki hat. His hair was as grey as concrete along with his beard while having an eyepatch on one eye and his facial expression shown that of a war torn man. Zek would quickly nod in response to his question.

"Good... follow me. Do what I say and I will get you to safety boy... or by what your eyes tell me... you seek to avenge this massacre?" The old man asked.

"Y-Y-Yes Sir. I-I-I w-w-wish to avenge the people here...." Zek said quietly making sure to not raise his voice while the man grabbed his rifle which Zek noticed two of the mans fingers on his right hand were wrapped up in bandages, with a splotch of blood. "W-What happened to your hand, sir?" Zek asked.

"An Injury...." The man replied, while the two crawled around the fountain to open clearing amongst the fountain stopping. "My injury means I can no longer aim with my weapon." He said holding out the rifle to Zek which the boys hands trembled at first seeing it, but steeling himself he took it carefully and observed the wooden rifle.

"Now. look at the car, boy." He commanded with Zek looking at the car that had drove up and a man walking out looking like he was a commander of sorts despite being in a suit.

"The сволочь (bastard) in the suit is none other than one of the many high-ranking CEO's in Atlas, Ivan Gacy. Leader of NeoArma Technologies. For days I tracked him like a rat, and twice luck has saved him. Now he recruited the Solitas Liberation Force to drive me out to make sure he gets away for a third time....." The man explained.

Zek gritted his teeth and aimed the rifle at the Ivan, looking through the iron sights ready to fire. However, the rifle would gently be p ushed down. "Not yet, boy. Patience." He said, watching Ivan and his guards entered the building

"Think of the area around you. It is a warzone, no? Sniping is like having to play a game of timing and natures elements. War is an element as well. Before I encountered you, there were tanks nearby.... they should still be in the area....wait for the next explosion... and then snipe the men taking a smoke there." He said with Zek listening intently, raising the rifle up towards the two men waiting for the next explosion.

Immediately, Zek would think about how his mother would take him out on hunting trips, and how she told him how patience was key for him. Which he took it half-heartedly and went for the kill when he could. This time it was different, he could not rush it this time. Finally, the explosion would come making the whole place ring out like an echo chamber.

"Now Boy!"

The man commanded, whcih Zek fired immediately with the bullet piercing the soldiers heads, with blood and grey matter being splattered across the floor. and their uniforms falling to the floor dead with their craniums cracked wide open.

"Well done, boy! Prepare yourself, then the man and woman conversing near the car there. They will be your next targets." The man said towards Zek, which he needed help reloading the rifle as he worried about the next shot. Luckily the man was kind enough to help him reload.

"Do not panic. Panic will lead to your position being revealed. Moving too slow will lead to the loss of your target." The man would guide Zek passing the rifle back to him as he aimed and waited, and then the next explosion came creating the echo chamber as he fired taking out the first man as the other who was a female, stood up looking around for wherever the sniper was as they were shot by Zek but in the throat and not the head.

"I-I-I... shot in her the throat... will she be dead...?" Zek asked in a worried manner.

"She will. The throat is also where the spine is located...... piercing through it is instant death because of the throat and spine being destroyed together...." The man said with Zek's eyes widening at the explanation. "Come, boy. We hunt our target together." He said grabbing a machine gun and its ammunition from one of the corpses as he and Zek hopped over the fountains edge and near the car where Ivan was dropped off.

Just before they could begin their hunt, the old man would notice an armored patrol ahead. "Agh! Armored Patrol. Come, we must use another route to reach Ivan!" He would say with Zek nodding in agreement and following him into a destroyed bar....with the man slowly standing up and looking around.

"Look boy, do you see how these corporations steal the laughter of friends and loved ones. One day these PMC's will remember that the Hunters are not their soldiers... it will be their corporations money flowing back to the people and their blood will stain the streets." The old man spoke.

"Um... sir... I never got your name." Zek asked nervously, with the old man approaching him and kneeling down to his height to ruffle his hair.

"I am Odin, Odin Simo and yours?"

"Zek, Zek Sunna." The young Zek responded.

"Good, we are acquainted now. Come Zek... we can talk more once our job is done." Odin would say walking out of the back door of the bar and into the open streets where the two were like rats scrambling to get to their next meal. Just before they were about to enter a building, a bullet whizzed by in front of Zek realizing that if he took one more step he would have been a dead man. "SNIPER!!!! ZEK INSIDE THE BUILDING NOW!!!!!" Odin shouted leaping through the window and into the building with Zek scrambling quickly to get inside with Odin assisting him.

"He almost got you, Zek! You must react fast in order to do receive safeties blessings!" He would say offering more advice with Zek too panicked to think. "Come! This is a perfect way for you to train!" He said rushing up the stairs.

"Perfect training!?! But! But! I dont even know where he is! This rifle does not even have a scope on it!" Zek cried out following his new teacher. "Hah! scopes reveal your position, but... the enemy is using one. He hides behind a cowards way of sniping. But you do not. The glare of the scope will reveal his position!" Odin would speak, with Zek thinking about it...

"Do not worry boy, I will not abandon you!! But I will be putting myself on deaths edge, just like at the fountain! You must deliver the killing blow!" He said once more preparing to shoot at the sniper who was hiding in the building across the river.

"Ready, Zek!?!" Odin asked with Zek taking a deep breath in and out.

"Ready!!" Zek replied.

"Go!" Odin said entering the half destroyed room shooting to the building across to the draw the Snipers fire while Zek scrambled into the room leaping for cover, with Odin sliding for safety. "Zek! Be wary, while we do have the blessings of cover, the sniper will slowly chip away at it! Be ready!!!" Odin said shooting at the building once more as Zek aimed, trying to find the sniper panting quickly.

"Hurry Zek!!!" He said with the young sniper trying to find his target until a flash showed up as Zek immediately pulled the trigger firing with the enemy sniper doing the same with both the sniper and zek missing each other.

"Close! But you will improve my friend!" Odin said praising Zek.

While Zek hurriedly reloaded and aimed again this time, noticing the glare of the scope first and firing which afterwards there was no flash afterwards... only Zek being a good sniper and finding his prey...

"Well done!!! But we must hurry... the soldiers may have heard our fight from across..." Odin said with Zek and him running throughout the building.... and to which the two would race up the stairs and across a plank.. leading to another building.

Finally... the two could rest for a minute...

"Rest boy. I'm certain the fight may have taken a lot out of you....." Odin said with Zek sitting down and sighing holding the rifle like it was a teddy bear and was his favorite toy that he did not wish to share. The sight alone made Odin laugh as he was the same way when he was younger.... but that was a bygone time.

Two minutes would pass, with Odin walking over after Zek who had caught his breath, stood up. "Ready..." He said with some confidence in his voice which the two would race out towards the route, where there was another half destroyed building displaying a courtyard and on the right was the exit of the town.

"Shite! They're moving out soon..." Odin exclaimed.

"Zek! You must hurry. Now this is the game of speed! First was the game of patience! Then The Game of Cat and Mouse! Now this will show me if you are who I think you really are!" He continued with Ivan being rushed out while Zek fired missing his first shot.

"He got to the car too quickly!"

"The coward is using the debris around the courtyard as cover! This time we are the cat and he is the mouse! The roles reversed!!!" Odin said.

Finally Ivan would be rushed out of his cover again as Zek fired missing his next shot as it hit a soldier. "Hmmph. Even guards must know their weaknesses!" Odin said with the enemy firing on their position. "Damn! You must hurry Zek! He will get away!!!!" He said with worry with Ivan being taken into his car and driving away while Zek aimed feeling his eyes enter a state of focus while his aura surged.

"I WONT MISS." He said firing as the bullet broke through the glass and pierced through Ivans head splattering blood across the window, causing the car to drive out of control and crash...

"WELL DONE MY BOY!!!!" Odin said until a n explosion from a missile sent the two flying backwards. "Ugh! We need to go now Zek! Run!!!" Odin with the two rushing out of the building and into the cold river.. below.... and for Zek...

IT WAS HIS REBIRTH....INTO WHAT HE WOULD BECOME TODAY

[goblincow]

A Met spokesperson told the BBC that officers spent an average of 10 hours with a patient when they are sanctioned under the Mental Health Act. "In London alone, between 500-600 times a month officers are waiting for this length of time to hand over to patients, and it cannot continue," said a statement. "Police... are not trained to deliver mental health care." https://news.sky.com/story/metropolitan-police-to-stop-attending-999-calls-linked-to-mental-health-incidents-12892351

ACAB

^^ Quotes in red are worth comparing to the first headline and quotes in orange are words that are doing a lot of heavy lifting.

Rant incoming about why we hate cops.

Essentially it's the same rhetoric as ever: cops are unqualified but also blameless for anything bad they do (because obviously the lack of qualification and badness emerge from some sort of corrupt or incompetent bureaucracy governing their actions, for which they are ultimately not responsible and which are adjectives that definitely don't also apply exactly to cops like they're projecting or something no way they would nevvvverrrrrrr) so they need less red tape and less time "waiting" to "hand over" "patients" because they need to do less "MENTAL HEALTH CARE" and more unidentified but very important Cop Stuff.

You know, Cop Stuff, the stuff that they are actually qualified to do. Cop Stuff.

Like what they did in the info released the next day about a 91 year old woman with dementia in need of mental health support who - due to the red tape that holds them accountable to "wait" "with a patient" for some time (that could vary to an unknown degree but which we are encouraged to assume is normally 10 dont worry about it they would never fudge the numbers why would you say that) - ended up being assaulted by the police, who put a bag over her head, aimed a taser at her and nearly killed her like their comrades in Australia did when they tasered a 94 year old woman, which I found out about with the same "91 year old tasered" search from an article that was published just 1 week ago!

Never ever ever ever ever call the police on anyone having what appears to be a mental health crisis. Hell, if you call an ambulance in the UK you still risk the possibility of being traumatised in a mental health ward but if you must call for help then do so – but for fucks sake don't ever call the police.

They are trained to escalate in order to do violence on behalf of the state and in the interests of private property and they do so every time they have an opportunity. It doesn't matter what good any police officer ever did or if they were ever nice to you, there is a hell of a lot of evil that you have to constantly dismiss to cling on to the copaganda you get taught ever since you're a child that there are "good cops" which are basically the good guys and there are "dirty cops" (who do all the bad stuff, a few bad apples if you will, but we'll conveniently ignore the part about how they spoil the whole fucking bunch), which is why we need a maverick "good cop" to deliver "justice" by breaking the rules and cutting through the "red tape" to save the day.

Thats literally the fucking lie they ran in this statement and which they run all the time to shift accountability onto their victims & their few measly restrictions in order to demand more power and more access to violence. If a cop does something good or kind they are doing it in spite of the fact they're a cop, not because of it.

My letting agent literally wants me to call the cops atm on a homeless guy that keeps coming through my garden, digging through bins & making a mess because the landlord cant be bothered to put a lock on the gate and end the problem. Cops are fucking useless unless you want to hurt people with less power than you because by their own admission they are literally not trained to help people & they would be better off spending their time hurting people instead because doing violence is the only reason cops exist, it's what a cop fucking IS.

Rant over, fuck the police. Fuck police unions. All cops are bastards. No cops at pride.

[burning-sol]

FRRR. gosh i love their similarities. (note the following rant was much longer than i expected it to be)

like they're the two in the group that had been actively seeking godhood. they're both non-humans taking on the form of people. they're both the ones who seek recognition, admiration, and prop themselves up as above others. they literally both share a dnd class (warlocks) and both their magic is undoubtedly celestial (though exandroth's more eldritch horror than rumi's sparklez n stuff).

they don't interact a lot but there's moments they do where you like. SEE something there. on two different occasions they collaborate to make minor illusions, one time working so in sync they became fearful of their own creation. exandroth helps rumi scam some guy. my favourite clip is rumi asking exandroth to just execute some guy, and that was BEFORE they reconciled. i mean at their lowest points in ep 13 they both use the SAME word for a command spell, it makes me lose my mind!!

like the real thing that separates them is just this determination for rumi to cast exandroth as bad and themselves as good. undoubtedly, exandroth IS the bad guy and rumi IS the good guy- but there's a lot more moral greyness there than first meets the eye.

like, again, my favourite clip is rumi asking exandroth to execute a guy. rumi over the course of campaign HAS killed, but they also make sure to look proper while they do it, they present themselves as being kindly and make their executions swiftly. exandroth is cruel, bloody, it doesn't care how it kills, it just kills. but no matter how they do it, they *both* still do it, and they *both* believe themselves to be just and righteous executioners. rumi doesn't neccesarily oppose murder (not all the time), rumi just takes the care to wash the blood off their hands where exandroth doesn't. rumi would rather let their comrades do the dirty work. rumi!! even loots a body once!!! but rumi actually *wields* one of their masks so it doesn't have to be THEM who did it.

rumi would never be caught DEAD admitting that they're as capable of cruelty as exandroth but like. note. again. that guy. rumi cast hideous laughter on him to make him involuntarily laugh up until the moment he died. rumi is so callous to say "i don't have time for you". rumi doesn't tell exandroth to be merciful, rumi just lets exandroth do what she wants. WHICH FUNNILY ENOUGH.. DIDN'T END UP BEING MURDER.. HE TURNED THE GUY INTO A WORM.. is that better? worse? am i expected to watch this and not see rumi's actions as a form of cruelty? sorry im really obsessed about that one clip i'm MENTALLY ILL abt it.

^^^ but fr it does draw attention to how rumi doesn't dare acknlowedge their similarities and purposefully puts distance between them, EVEN WHEN IT'S RIGHT THERE!! and i mean, in a way exandroth IS what rumi could have been. just a dark mirror of themselves. ep 13 they both become angry, they lash out, again they both use the SAME command spell.. if rumi has been any more angry, felt anymore entitled, was more openly cruel, would rumi have been much different from exandroth?

such a big question for me abt the two is, why does rumi show so much more contempt for exandroth than thanatos, who is also morally reprehensible? is it a difference in their character? in their treatment of peter? is it because exandroth wasn't in rumi's visions? and the most relevant to what i've been ranting abt like a lunatic, is it because exandroth is just too similar to them?

as the thesis statement goes "i hope he dies i hope we both die"

AHAHAHAH <- going insane. listen i know i talk abt this so much, many of you have probably heard me make these points before, i just can't help myself. RUMI. EXANDROTH. WHAT A FUCKED UP DYNAMIC I LOVE THEM...

i love exandroth like trying its best to be nice to rumi and then rumi turns around "stop being nice to me" like okay bitch be that way.

exandroth: i love my themfriend i want to be as supportive as i can but im having issues rlly understanding what im meant to do or what rumi really wants

rumi: i hope he dies i hope we both die

[mais-nerdy-corner]

❝𝕲𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖘❞ | 𝕶𝖔𝖐𝖔𝖒𝖎 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Synopsis: The flower that symbolises strength, victory and pride was securely held in her hands as she stood there in front of your grave. Once known as a childhood friend, the closest confidant and a fellow comrade of the Divine Priestess of Watatsumi Island, she retold the tales where one mistake eventually led you to your death.

Pairing: Kokomi x Reader

Genre: Angst

Note: I highly recommend to listen to 'The Sound of Rain' by BigRicePiano as you read through the story, man I literally cried when I thought about the scenarios while listening to it :')

Soft sounds of thunder rumbling can be heard in the distance as the clouds began to gather in the sky, with small droplets of rain starting to fall back to the world of Teyvat. The sky seems a lot more gloomy, a rather rare atmosphere for Watatsumi Island. Well maybe, that's what the Divine Priestess of Watatsumi Island is currently feeling.

As she walks through the forest of purple trees, Kokomi holds a bouquet full of gladiolus flowers in her hands. The colors ranges from white to yellow, orange, pink and purple, creating a sunset sort of gradient. She continued walking until she spotted a larger tree on a hill, with a stone monument under the tree.

"Hi Y/n, it's been a while since I last visited you. So sorry, my duty as the Divine Priestess has been getting in the way...and recently we had a Victory Feast to celebrate our victory. Wish you could have been there, you would love the lively and spirited atmosphere there hehe," Kokomi said as she walked over to your grave.

Kokomi soon noticed the amount of fallen leaves scattered around the tree and your grave.

"It's rare for anyone to visit you other than me huh? Goodness, look how dirty your grave is. Let me clean it up for you," Kokomi sighed.

She then summoned her bake-kurage jellyfish from the ground, carrying the stacks of leaves on its' bell/hood and moving it elsewhere. After it's cleaned, she placed the bouquet of gladiolus on your grave and kneeled down beside it.

"I got you your favorite flowers, they're gladiolus as per usual. Reminds me of the ones you used to have in your backyard and around your house..."

Kokomi stayed there slowly caressing the stone monument until she heard a familiar voice calling out to her.

"Kokomi, where are you? We're here just like you asked."

Kokomi got up from the ground and approached the two people coming from the opposite direction, Paimon and the Traveler. The Traveler was holding a navy blue colored wagasa as Paimon floats around them.

"You didn't bring an parasol with you? Here, we can share the wagasa I brought. I'm sure Paimon wouldn't mind," the Traveler offered.

"Yeah, otherwise we would be scolded by the shrine maidens if they knew that we kept you in the rain and got sick because of that," Paimon said.

"No, it's alright. It's just drizzling, something not too extreme won't make me sick," Kokomi responded.

Paimon and the Traveler simply nodded before Paimon asked, "So what are we going to do here? Ooh, please tell Paimon that we're going to have picnic or something!"

Kokomi let out a small giggle while the Traveler faceplamed in disbelief and embarrassment. Paimon then looked at the both of them in confusion and asked, "Uhh... did Paimon said something wrong? Paimon was just asking."

Kokomi patted the small floating companion's head as she replied, "No worries, there's absolutely nothing wrong with what you said earlier. I just want to show you a place that I cherish dearly, a place that I often visit in my spare time."

Kokomi turned around and stepped aside, showing the grave under the tree on the hill. Paimon and the Traveler stared at it in surprise, 'Is this a grave of one of her ancestors?' they thought.

"Whose grave is this Kokomi? Is it one of your ancestors'?" Paimon asked.

Kokomi shook her head as she signals to come closer. She sat back down where she was before while the Traveler and Paimon sat on the opposite side of your grave.

"Let me tell you a tale about a friend of mine."

Young Kokomi once snuck out of her studies and went to the upper-level of Bourou Village to get some fresh air. She put her hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath, after running for a while from the shrine maidens that might caught her in the act.

Kokomi then noticed a butterfly that flew by in front of her, heading towards a flower box full of gladiolus flowers. She was awestruck by the sight before her eyes, the number of butterflies dancing around these flowers are unbelievable.

Without realizing, Kokomi was drawn by the scene in front of her as she slowly walked towards it. She was very surprised when someone suddenly pulled her hand from behind, almost screaming even.

"Hey hey, it's okay. We can look at the butterflies from here or we'll scare them away."

Kokomi turned to look at the person who was talking, and turns out it was a child around her age. They seem to be someone from the village judging by the clothes they're wearing. The child seems to notice Kokomi staring at them as they smiled back at her and return to look at the butterflies.

Kokomi slightly blushed out of embarrassment, shyly looked away and covered her face with her hands. The child beside her just giggled, causing Kokomi to uncover her face and stared in confusion.

"There is nothing for you to be embarrassed of, princess."

"Wha--what?!" she exclaimed in surprise.

"Hehe, oh come on. Just from your clothes, I can already tell that you are the daughter of the current Divine Priestess of Watatsumi Island. Your name is Sangonomiya Kokomi, right? My name is Y/n, let's be friends!"

Over the next few years, your friendship with Kokomi grew stronger. From time to time during her free time, she would go to visit you at your house, eating snacks and drinking tea as she admired the butterflies fluttering amongst the fields of gladiolus flowers. Or sometimes you would come to her study room window and sneak her out of there. If you were very unlucky on those days, you might got caught and got scolded by the shrine maidens. Oh well, what else can you do about it?

Then, that day has arrived. The day that Kokomi is crowned the next Divine Priestess of Watatsumi Island. She was walking back and forth, nervous about what the people think of her. You noticed her behavior and decided to walked over to her, hoping to be able to provide some comfort.

"Oh, Y/n...*sigh* I don't think I'm the right person for this position. Governing is not my forte, you know that I excelled at something else. People are unfathomable...how can I know what their hearts desire?" Kokomi doubted herself.

"Come on Kokomi, you've studied for this position all your life. Surely you would rule just fine," you assured her as you fix some parts of her kimono.

You can still see the doubt in her eyes, so you added, "Well you see, during the times i snuck into your study room, I read quite a lot of the books you studied. So at least I have some knowledge about it. Then I shall rule beside you as your advisor of some sort, and guide you to the right path."

Kokomi slightly blushed at your little pledge, but smiled sincerely as you managed to calm her down. You bowed down before her and kissed her hand.

"I will always be loyal to you, princess. And I will make sure that I will keep my promise until the day of my death."

So, there you were, standing amongst the crowd smiling proudly as you watched Kokomi giving her speech to her people. From time to time, she will look at you and smiled, then returning to focus on her speech.

Later after the speech, you would bring her to a not so discreet place, your own humble abode. Just by looking at the butterflies and beautiful array of gladiolus flowers relaxed Kokomi while you water the flowers.

"So, if I remembered it correctly, you said you have something to tell me. What is it, Y/n?" Kokomi pointed out.

"Oh, right, about that..." you said in a calm tone as you walked over to Kokomi and sat down beside her. "Well, I don't really how to start this so...why don't I just show you directly."

You then pulled out something from inside your (favorite color) haori, and it was a...

"A Vision?! Y/n, this is great news! When did you get it?" Kokomi said in astonishment.

"It was quite some time ago, I don't really remember exactly when..."

"Which from the seven elements is it?" she then asked.

"It's an Anemo Vision. Hmm, I don't think it's compatible with your Hydro Vision though..."

"No, it's okay. You don't need to worry about that. I think it actually suits you very well, Y/n," Kokomi said.

"Huh? How come?"

"Well, you are quite free-spirited, calm and an amicable person. I guess that covers the nature of someone who has an Anemo Vision," she explained.

"Yeah, I guess that makes a lot of sense..."

You then laughed together as you both enjoyed the beautiful sunset sky.

Then came the day, the day you found out about the Vision Hunt Decree. A few days before it, you set out on a trip to Narukami Island. Since you were little you've always wanted to explore the outside world, and now's your chance.

"Your advisor will be gone for a days. You won't miss them while they're away, will you?"

"Well it depends, but I always know that you'll come back to me," Kokomi said.

You simply nodded and was about to turn around to board the Waverider, but Kokomi quickly grabbed your hand.

"Wait!"

"Hmm? What is it, Your Excellency?"

Kokomi suddenly draped an eggplant colored cloak on you, leaving you questioning her actions.

"What is this cloak for, Your Excellency?"

"I just thought you might need it, and...we don't know much about the weather out there either. So if you're cold, at least you have this cloak to keep you warm," Kokomi managed to come up with an excuse.

Actually, Kokomi doesn't want you to leave yet so she's trying to find a way to keep you on the island. But, then again, this is your dream since childhood and this is your chance. So like it or not, she has to let you go.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Your Excellency. I shall take my leave now."

As Kokomi watched your Waverider getting further and further away from Watatsumi Island, for the first time in her life, she felt... lonely. In her early childhood, she didn't think much about friendship. But since meeting and befriending you, her thoughts have changed. Kokomi actually enjoyed having company of someone she knew so well, she can vent to you and receive comfort and advice from you, and whatever hard times she's going through, you would always be there for her.

She just sighed and went back to the Sangonomiya Shrine to finish her work.

As for you after days of long journey, you finally arrived at Narukami Island. You started by going to Ritou, where merchants from different nations hang around, trade and offer their nation's best specialties.

In Inazuma City, there were less foreigners but still crowded with people. You can enjoy the beautiful view of the falling cherry blossoms at Hanamizaka, or shop on the busiest street in all of Inazuma. It was certainly quite different from what you'd normally see in Watatsumi Island, and you felt happy to be able to experience and see it for yourself. But that happiness didn't last long, when a Tenryou Commission soldier announced something to the public.

"Attention, citizens of Inazuma! Here are the latest news from the Tenryou Commission. Please read it carefully on the bulletin board."

People began to gather in front of the bulletin board to find out the latest news, including you. Because of the amount of people and with you being in the back, you couldn't see what is written on the piece of paper that is placed on the board.

"Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me what's the news on the bulletin board?" you asked a different soldier from the one before.

"Oh, you can't see it because there are a lot of people? Here, have this. We printed out many so that we can put it on other bulletin boards in Inazuma City, or even in Ritou. Have a good day!"

When you started reading the contents of the latest news, your heart sank the moment you read one particular part of the news. Not wanting to waste any more time, you decided to head back to Watatsumi Island.

News of your sudden return spread quickly throughout the island, eventually reaching the Sangonomiya Shrine where Kokomi was doing some paperwork.

"Eh? Y/n's back already? But, what happened? Did they run into some sort of trouble on Narukami Island?" Kokomi asked question after question.

She later can hear hurried footsteps from outside her room, and suddenly the door to the room opened to reveal your breathless self.

"Apologies for barging into your room in such unworthy manner, Your Excellency."

Honestly, at that time Kokomi was very happy to see you again, but just from the look on your face it seems like something very serious has happened.

"Y/n, you came back a lot earlier than I expected. Is there something urgent that you want to inform me about?" Kokomi asked, keeping a serious expression.

"Please, have a look at this."

You handed over the piece of paper to Kokomi and she began reading the contents.

"What should we do about this situation, Your Excellency?"

"Of course we're going to fight for what's right," Kokomi said as she walked away from her desk. "From this moment forth, I say we form a resistance group opposing the Vision Hunt Decree, and declare war against the Shogunate!"

So that time has come, where many young men signed up to join the resistance. And this is where your life won't ever be the same.

As time passed, you've gained respect from your fellow soldier and have mastered the ability to use your Vision. You even made yourself acquainted with the respectful, prestigious, humble and trustful general himself, General Gorou.

You were assigned as a Gorgasia Platoon Captain, commanding a number of soldiers on the frontline. Mostly patrolling around the areas of Yashiori Island and sometimes Nazuchi Beach, this probably is where Kokomi's mistake might have started.

Well, you see, there's this person named Nathan who claims to be from Mondstadt. His reason for joining the resistance is because he's from the City of Freedom, thus didn't agree with the Shogunate's oppressive regime. In reality, he was a double agent for the Fatui who joined in hopes of sabotaging and prolonging the conflict.

Apparently, he was involved with certain Orobashi fanatics who sought to restore the 'glory' of their slain god. He researched the Shogun's wards on Yashiori Island and devised a way to break them, something the plan's members believed would restore Orobashi's 'dignity'. So on the day you were dispatched to Yashiori Island on another patrol months before the Traveler's arrival, he carried out his plan.

"From here, we will split into two groups. I'll take the first group to Nazuchi Beach, while you guys will patrol here. I trust you won't do anything unwise while I'm away, got it?"

"Yes Captain."

Right after you left, they did just the opposite. Under Nathan's direction, they started destroying the wards which unleashed the Tatarigami, causing people on the island to fall ill or go mad. It wasn't long before the effects of the Tatarigami began to show. After just a few hours of patrolling, some soldiers from the group you lead started to feel sick and collapsed. Seeing the number of soldiers who suddenly fell ill, you ordered everyone to retreat.

Arriving back at the campsite, soldiers who didn't took part in the patrol helped transporting the soldiers who fell ill to the field hospital. Unfortunately it seems that you can't escape the Tatarigami's effects either, as you suddenly collapsed minutes after arriving at the camp.

The news about you succumbing to this unknown illness makes Kokomi feel heartbroken. How could she let this happen to you? Immediately under her direct order, you were sent back home to Watatsumi Island.

Kokomi insisted that she would take care of you by herself, but you would be watched over by the shrine maidens whenever she's busy or away. She built this secret room in her secret cave hideout that can be accessed by a lever hidden behind a bookshelf. It has a circular platform in the center surrounded by a shallow pool filled with water, with a single bed on the center platform. That's where you last lay until the day you died.

As for your position in the resistance, has been handed over to your most trusted soldier. And most of your jobs and soldiers under your leadership has been handed over to Gorou.

Moments later, The Traveler arrived at Inazuma and they have helped the resistance a lot since they joined. Together, they won several battles, uncover many secrets and been there for each other during difficult times. And after months of fighting for their freedom, their war with the Shogun's Army came to an end and the Vision Hunt Decree was finally abolished.

(Recommended to listen to this song as you read this part)

"Have you heard it, Y/n? They have abolished the Vision Hunt Decree. We won, we've finally won...!" said Kokomi who felt touched as she holds your weak hand and started to tear up.

You simply nodded as you can still hear soldiers cheering from outside the cave because of your frail and weaken condition. Also can be seen a purple 'shadow' covering your forehead and purple veins creeping from your neck up to your cheek. Your labored breathing and your often half-lidded or closed eyes clearly said that you're on your last leg.

At this point, your illness is incurable. After surviving the Tatarigami for so long, all she can do is watch and wait since there were no records of someone actually recovering from the illness. Turns out those numerous treatments and medications only prolonged your life, not curing it fully. But it still gave you enough time to feel the sense of freedom again just like the one you felt before.

"I already knew you could do it, Your Excellency.... You've read many military treatises from all over Teyvat since you were young, you have a natural talent for strategy...."

"Please drop the formalities, Y/n... We've known each other for so long now and you haven't been working for me for months. Also, it's my fault for letting you got sick like this... I should have thought about my choice of assigning you to the Gorgasia Platoon more carefully, and...and--"

You interrupted Kokomi by putting both of her hands on her cheeks with your remaining strength, and shushing her as you wiped her tears away.

"Shhh....it's okay, stop blaming yourself for my illness....You know, life doesn't always go the way you want it to. So it's only natural that such things happen without us knowing it."

"Yeah...I guess you are right. Your wise words has always comforted me, Y/n. So thank you, I really appreciate it," Kokomi said smiling again.

You smiled back at her before getting interrupted by a series of coughs, alarming Kokomi in the process.

"Y/n..! H-here, let me have your pillows propped up. There's an extra pillow stored under your bed," Kokomi said.

The coughing subsided after you moved to a better position, laying slump against the pillows. To lighten up the atmosphere a little bit, Kokomi started to talk about the Traveler.

"Have you heard about the Traveler that helped us during the war?"

"The current Captain of Swordfish II? Heard some stories here and there, overall they seem to be a nice person."

"Has someone visited you recently while I was away?" Kokomi asked.

"News travels fast with the wind, Kokomi. Their heroic actions in several nations and ability to use the elements without a Vision, that's definitely something you don't see everyday. They are certainly friends who will always be with you after I'm gone...haha..."

The room went silent for a while, only the calming sound of water droplets falling can be heard. Until, you decided to break the silence with a request.

"Can you...hold me, Kokomi?"

"Eh? S-sure, I'll hold you..." Kokomi said being snapped out of her thoughts.

She nervously climbed into your bed and gently cradling you, leaning your somewhat cold body against hers.

"...Odd isn't it? We've been friends for so long and yet this is the first time we've been so close to each other..."

Seemingly out of nowhere, you felt water droplets falling on and rolling down your cheek. Your mind was cloudy but at that time, you were sure you weren't crying. Then you remembered, Kokomi was the one who was crying at that time.

"Stop crying for me, princess. Your face doesn't look as beautiful as when you smile."

Ah, there it is. 'Princess', your pet name for Kokomi when you were younger. Oh how much she misses you calling her by that name. Even when you're literally dying, you would still make those cheesy remarks you used to make.

"But--but...! You are my first friend, my advisor, my everything...How am I supposed to live without you?" she pleaded.

"You have the Traveler, Gorou and the others... It may not seem like it, but they're your friends too, Kokomi."

Even if you say that, Kokomi is still crying at the thought of letting you go. She will once again feel lonely, just like that day.

"I love you...Kokomi..."

"Wha...? Wait, Y/n--!"

And just like that, you went limp in her arms. Soon, a passing breeze can be felt in the room. Your soul has really gone with the wind.

Still holding onto your lifeless body, Kokomi pressed her forehead against yours as her tears continued to stream down her face.

"I love you too, Y/n..."

"Oh, so that's why you were so protective about that lever we found behind those bookshelf... It's okay, it's quite understandable to be honest. Paimon knows how it feels when the Traveler takes Paimon's delicious foods," Paimon commented.

The Traveler sweatdropped as they glared at Paimon, thinking it's mostly the other way around. Kokomi giggled at Paimon's remarks, relieving the Traveler and Paimon were able to make her not as upset as before.

"Sorry if I came off as rude or harsh, I didn't mean to. You know how important that room is to me," Kokomi apologized.

It was suddenly quiet for a while, with the Traveler and Paimon still processing Kokomi's story earlier.

"Speaking of food, would you like to eat something? It seems like the two of you are hungry," she suddenly brought up.

"Yeah, now that's more like it! Come on, come on~! Let's hurry back, Paimon can hardly wait!" Paimon exclaimed in a hurry, dragging the Traveler in the process.

Kokomi sighed at the sight of the two before caressing the stone monument of your grave.

"Well, it looks like I have to go now Y/n. I know it's only for a short time and I'm spent more time talking to them. But don't worry, I'll be back sooner or later," Kokomi bade farewell.

"Come on, Kokomi. The Traveler's going to make you some Bird Egg Sushi~!"

"Ah, coming!"

[Author's Note]: Guess who loss their 50/50 on Xiao's rerun banner to Qiqi recently? Ah of course, that's me :') *cries in broke*

Anyways, first fic for the year 2022! And let's start it off with an angst, yay!

Publication date: January 15th 2022

[limeinaltime]

Since you covered a Murder Drone-less exoplanet, what about a timeline where the purge of the Workers was successful? The MDs successfully kill all the Workers, either because Uzi was killed before causing side-switching or she never existed to do so or any other reason.

Would JC Jenson (In Spaaaaaaace) just leave the MDs to starve or pick them up? Would they leave them based on any evaluation or just to get rid of them? When they finally realise they were abandoned, would they try to fix the ship to escape? Where would they plan to go?

For both canon and your AUs.

Hoohoohoo I've had an idea bouncing around in my head for this. In this timeline, N goes through with killing Uzi when she's abandoned by Khan, and he, V and J go through with wiping out Copper 9.

After all the worker drones are successfully wiped out, all the murder drone squads converge to wait for the company to come pick them up. There's a lot of chatter, some bragging, some old friends from training finally able to catch up without conflict. They sit and wait, staying out of the sun and looking up to the sky, waiting for a JC Jensen ship, or extra launch pods, or something that will take them off-planet.

They wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And wait.

There are mixed reactions. Some choose to continue waiting. Some start to get worried. Small conflicts break out, but nothing too big.

Then someone is killed. It was an accident. An argument that got too out of hand and ended up coming to blows before anyone could stop it. The dead body of Serial Designation K sits limp in the soil with E standing over her, eyes wide in shock. Her visor flickers in a last hurrah to stay awake, and then she's gone, the snow soon dyed black with oil.

Oil.

A few drones hear the conflict and hurry over, only to find E tearing into K's corpse, drinking the oil still stored in her system. It's only then that they realize just how warm their systems are. It's been two weeks, they've depleted their main storage, and are on emergency fumes now. They need to keep their cooling modules running (which they're now starting to realize are a lot more faulty than the modules built into their prey), they need to survive.

They make a few steps towards E and his fallen comrade, and he hisses like a feral animal. A few hesitate, but it's Serial Designation B, always the boldest and toughest girl next to V, who makes the first move. She lunges at E, and the others watch the two tumble around in the snow, snarling and biting like animals as they fight over K's corpse. They manage to steal a few sips of oil before Serial Designation C is suddenly impaled and then B is feeding off of her but she doesn't go out without a fight, slashing B open in her dying bursts of movement. More drones converge upon the scene.

The next few weeks are a nightmare. Murder drone corpses mix with the workers as they try to survive, fighting and killing and consuming as much oil as they can. They turn on each other, any sense of teamwork forgotten. Every drop of logic has given away to a single core drive: don’t starve, no matter the cost. 

Soon all the newer generations are dead. S is killed by R, and then X kills R to put her out of her misery. Q has also been killed, having had her home raided for corpses and then being killed herself in the struggle. With nowhere else to go, X just holes up in Q’s old den and waits for the Void to get bored and go into hibernation, listening to her students kill each other above. She can’t stop them, not when they’re like this. The young drones she once knew are gone.

She waits another week, and then when all falls silent above, one last drone comes to pay her a visit, crashing into the crater and dragging himself over to where she lies. N’s beat up, dirty and tired, but he’s somehow still alive for a few more minutes. X is on her last set of limbs as well, and can feel the Void going back into hibernation, no longer willing to keep its vessel alive. 

No words have to be exchanged. N just crawls into X’s arms, back into the familiar warmth he didn’t even know he missed, and the two most passive drones, whose traits that once were met with mockery kept them alive for as long as they did, shut down together, mentor and student, reunited at last.

[tommyspeakycap]

can i just request some more shelby sister ? i literally can’t get enough !!! u can do anything u want with it i just want some fluff lol

letter and a pound note

found this in my drafts and trying to get back into posting and writing; just a cute lil one where Tommy’s men are losing their will to fight out in the trenches so he gives them a story as a brief reminder of just what they're fighting for. enjoy!!

It wasn't rare that Tommy Shelby felt the crushing weight of defeat. In fact, it was actually incredibly common as he sat each day in muddy holes dug into French fields by exhausted men with blistered hands. Tonight however, it was worse than ever after his men had been absolutely pelted by a wind storm carrying torrential rain which proceeded to stop only just upon nightfall to allow for the temperatures to drop below freezing. They were soaked, exhausted, cold, dirty, hungry, sore and more than anything, homesick. 

There was no gusto left in the men like there had been at the beginning, when the propaganda boasted a quick win and then home for Christmas dinner. When they called the patriots to fight for King and country. Now they had been away from an excruciatingly long 2 and a half years, feeling like they were making no gains and losing comrades by the day. 

Some worried their families had took ill and died without them to provide. Some feared their little children would no longer remember their fathers or that their wives had been taken advantage of while they couldn't be around to protect them. They longed to sit in the pub with a beer in hand, knowing they were relatively secure, knowing their routine was set in stone, the smoky Birmingham factories always ready for them the next morning. 

There was no sense of that routine here. Just cold hard pain and the hope that you can make it to the next trench without being gunned down or blown to pieces and scattered around some French field that nobody kept track of the names of anymore. 

Tommy could sense the feelings of failure and discouragement overpowering every man as they sat idle in their wet, muddy trench after spending the past two hours laying down fresh duckboards to attempt to gain some relief from standing in the puddles of the newly flooded trench. Things are pretty quiet, save for the occasional grumble of discomfort, with some men even trying to cough to hide the fact they were shedding some tears. 

Fatigue and hunger always gets the best of people.

“I’m going to check on them.” Tommy rumbles lowly to his elder brother sitting across from him. Arthur nods his head, pausing the action of using a rock to sharpen one of his pocket knives. “Alright Tom.” Tommy notes that Arthur was usually much more vocal, so it was likely his bother was experiencing the same kind of discouragement as the rest of the troops in his trench were. He pats his brother comfortingly on the shoulder as he begins to walk away.

John sits beside Arthur, slumped against the wall snoring lightly, inhabiting the space between awake and asleep cautiously; always ready to be roughly awoken by any number of situations. That was another issue. Their sleep was rarely deep enough to quench the unimaginable tiredness they all felt, suspended in a quasi-sleep state every time they even tried to get some shut eye. 

“Alright men,” Tommy calls out, catching the attention of all his shivering, crestfallen battalion. “I know it’s wet and I know its fucking cold. I know you miss your fucking families alright, but remember why we’re here.” He only gets a few nods, noticing that most kept their heads down and some even huffed. “Yeah, what’s that then Sergeant Major? Probably nothing left at home.” 

Tommy rubs his hand over his face at the rebuttal from a man who had once served him a pint in a pub just outside of Small Heath. He hadn't even known him before, and now they were expected to sacrifice their lives next to each other. Kill for each other. Die for each other.

Thomas had to wrack his brains. He had to really think hard for something to say that could change or help how his people were feeling. He felt just as shit as they did and he couldn't think of anything that anyone could say that would make him feel even slightly less shit than he did.

Well, he could think of one small thing. The one thing he was fighting for most. The one who’s safety he imagined every single battle was riding on. 

His littlest sister. 

The once Brummie gangster turned Sergeant Major reaches his hand into his inside pocket and produced two things. A crumpled photograph covered in dirt with writing along the back, and a dirty, tattered old pound note. 

“My little sister started losing her baby teeth just before we got shipped out hey,” he begins lowly, seeming to pull in the attention of every man this time listening very intently to his words. It wasn't often Tommy spoke openly. “Left the money under her pillow every night there was a tooth, told her that myth about the fucking tooth fairy every time and she got so fuckin’ excited.” His words run through every man and boy in the trench, tugging at their hardened heartstrings as their leaders voice ever so slightly shakes and forces them to remember moments similar to that with their own families. Their own children, siblings, cousins. Their people at home.

“Every time she loses one now, I get a letter and a pound note in the post. Tells me the tooth fairy left her the money but she sends it to me so I can buy myself a train ticket home. Says it every time. She’s too fucking young to know why we’re out here. She’s too young to know what we’re doing why we have to do it,” he continues, “So we have to fight so they can keep that fucking innocence alright? We fight, yeah, so they don't fucking have to. Am I clear?” His voice raises towards the end, cracking on his emphatic profanity as he fought with every ounce of his strength to not simply start crying there and then. His men nod, mumbling their yes’ and mhm’s. 

“I said am I fucking clear?” He shouts, snapping all heads in his direction as they straighten up.

 “Yes Sir!”

Tommy nods his head at the improved response. “Now try get some sleep. We’re going over in the morning.”

Tommy turns away from his men who had begun to disband to try find somewhere they could hopefully gain some form of sleep. He walks back towards Arthur and John, looking down at that picture that shakes in his hand with the tremble caused by his heartache. He misses the little girl who had become his whole world and wishes and prays with everything - literally every ounce of his being - that this war can be over before that little girl losses the innocence that Tommy is fighting and near dying for her to be able to keep.

[thotsforvillainrights]

Nooo you didn't mess anything up in your writing don't worry. You wrote well ❤️ I'd like some Redestro smut again, thanks so much! A scenario this time and with the following: daddy kink, dirty talk, creampie, cunnilingus and rough sex. They're both so loud that Skeptic and Trumpet couldn't help but overheard it.

[I’m gonna throw up, I literally wrote this whole thing and my computer died before I saved it the other night so now I gotta rewrite it. I swear it was better the first time around! Ugh lol]

~Wishful Thinking~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

You stared down at the black car from the balcony of your apartment, sparing a soft glance of longing to the man about to enter the car below. He looked back up at you and smiled softly before nodding and getting into the car. Although he spoke no words, that little head nod was insurance that he would return to you safely as he always did. You weren’t worried about his safety. You were more concerned about when he would let you go with him. The man was adamant on only taking you to Deika when it was for pleasure and not business. He refused to take you with him when he was called into work. You didn’t mind the Deika vacations and shopping trips, but you desperately wanted to join him at his place of work. You even offered t take a job there to which he replied “I can take care of you just as well so a job would be unnecessary my love.” It was wishful thinking that he’d someday take you to work with him. It wasn’t as if you’d be unwanted of course! All of his comrades knew you by now. You’d taken to those soft cafe talks with Curious, or all those computer chess games with Skeptic. There was just something deep in you that longed to be by his side and at least watch him do his work. 

Or maybe you just wanted to be by his side when all those new business partners came in to make deals with him...

Especially the ones that came to flirt (or use their charms) to strike a deal with him.

Its funny to him really. He knows how hard they try but it never works. He comes home to tell you about it and laugh it off with you but it’s a bit annoying given the fact that they don’t know he’s a taken man. It’d be less ambiguous if you could simply come to work with him sometimes right? And then there was the other issue at hand: missing him so much. Sometimes his business trips lasted a week and he’d be home to do computer work etc. for a month straight. Sometimes it was the other way around and you’d have to wait patiently for his return home. Whatever the reason, you went back into the house and felt determination brewing inside. Eventually you simply said ‘fuck it’ and began to pack your bags. He might be annoyed with you, but you didn’t care. You’d take whatever punishment he’d dish out for disobeying is direct orders as long as you could show up and surprise him of course. You take whatever punishment that might be. However, you never imagined it would be this.

You bent over the massive meeting table while his fingers/hand fondled the deepest parts of you. His tie was expertly stuffed in your mouth to prevent you from making anything other than a desperate and pathetic squeak here and there. His leaned forward to inhale your scent before licking a long stripe down your neck and chuckling quietly. “I told you not to follow me here. I always tell you to be patient and wait for me to get home to you. I always tell you this, don’t I? And yet, you went as far as to disobey me didn’t you? Hmmm? I can’t hear you and you know how I want a reply.” He was messing with you. He knew you could barely reply when your mouth was stuffed full of the rather expensive tie. He was using it as an excuse to punish you further for you actions. Even if your mouth wasn’t stuffed with the tie, you’d still be unable to speak due to the way he just slipped to his knees and began with dirty work with that tongue of his. You could say he was an expert at getting you to melt for him. Seeing this man on the street no one could ever guess he was like this behind closed doors. 

He’d finally gotten enough of your silence and wanted to trade it for hearing those sweet moans he was accustomed to. He swiftly removed the tie and stared up at you from his spot between your legs, his eyebrow raised in a challenging manor. He was daring you to say something, but you had better say just what he wanted to hear, just how he wanted you to say it. You decided to play nice this time around. “Daddy...please?” That was all it took for things to escalate in the meeting room. He drilled into you as if his life depended on it. He made his mark mainly by stuffing you over and over with his cum, slipping out slowly to watch it dribble down your thighs pathetically before he slipped back inside and used it as lubricate for his next round with that tight hole of yours. He was relentless with you, and the abuse was starting to show when you became sore from his pounding. Yet, you begged for him not to stop. The idea of being caught...the shame of it all was washed down the drain and replaced by a clouded head full of filthy thoughts. He was all on your mind, even as he reached down to get a firm grip on your neck before nearing his (and your) next orgasm. 

Lucky for you, both of you were never discovered by the possible meeting partners for the new business deal considering they were running an hour or two late that day. Unfortunately you were both discovered by Koku and Tomoyasu themselves. Try keeping a straight face around each other after they’d seen what they saw and heard what they heard that day. They had no idea the boss was capable of something so lewd!

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