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poppyxz · 6 months ago

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CODE WAR - Three Days (Chapter Two)

Chapter One:

You contain your nervousness as you push the wheels of your chair through the corridors. "What does Price want with me?", "Are they whispering about me?"... Screw it, you think, trying to push those useless thoughts away. Now, standing in front of his office door, you knock twice and hear a muffled "Enter."

Price is standing, leaning against the rectangular office desk, and points to a spot in front of him. "At least he didn't ask me to sit," you laugh internally at your own joke as you wheel over.

"So, sir?" you ask.

He clears his throat and begins:

"Has Soap tried to tell you about what's happening? He mentioned that you could help..."

He asks casually, shuffling through some papers as he leans over the desk. "My file?..." you wonder, eyes fixed on him, but then you respond:

"Mactavish is quite the chatterbox, isn't he?" you sigh with a light laugh, but quickly return to seriousness.

"Yes, he told me some things... he said things were tense and that—"

"That's right," he cuts you off, now looking at one of the papers in his hands. Your file.

"Sniper with the codename Raven... It says here that your academic background is in software engineering," he flips through the pages. "Do you have hacking skills?" he asks, looking at you.

"Yes, sir, but—"

"Great," he interrupts again, now with an urgent tone. "We need your skills."

He turns and sits in the chair behind the desk, opens a drawer beside him, and retrieves a small object, placing it on the desk in front of you. "A... flash drive?"

"We found this in one of our latest operations," he says. "I think they left it behind in a hurry. And well... it's completely encrypted," he rests his hands on his mouth as he watches you. "Can you do something? We haven't found any breaches yet."

"What could be on it?" you ask, examining the flash drive.

"Well, that's your job," he says, smiling as he crosses his arms.

"I'll do my best... permission to start, sir?"

"Of course, but first, how about meeting the rest of the team?" he gets up and touches your shoulder. "Sorry for not asking about your situation... are you okay, soldier?" he asks softly as he heads to the door.

"Ah, it's fine, I don't use the crutches out of laziness," you laugh quietly as you follow him.

Price's boots echo through the ethereal, empty corridor, accompanied by the soft sound of your wheelchair's wheels rolling slowly.

"Here," he signals, already opening the door, giving you passage.

As you enter the room, you see the rest of the team gathered around a large conference table. They greet you with small nods, while Soap offers a subtle smile. However, some of the members' looks don't go unnoticed by you.

Ghost tilts his head slightly, seeming curious about your situation. König narrows his eyes slightly but maintains his composure. Laswell gives a brief assessment before nodding. And Gaz seems already familiar with you.

Your analysis is interrupted when Price begins:

"Let me introduce them to you," he says, moving towards the table. "This is Ghost, our infiltration specialist. Next to him is Gaz, our tactical operations man. Here we have König, responsible for the heavy lifting, and Laswell, our intelligence analyst. Look for her if you need anything."

Finally, he points to Soap.

"This one, of course, you already know," Price concludes, sitting at the table.

"Yes..." you confirm, approaching the table between Gaz and Soap. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," you say with a brief and friendly smile. Before a moment of silence sets in, Laswell interrupts:

"Our hacker girl, huh?" she nods and slides a laptop across the table to you. "This will be your companion. It's fully anonymous and equipped with everything you need."

You thank her and run your fingers over the laptop, opening it. Moving slightly away from the table to focus and start the process of analyzing the encrypted flash drive on it.

Laswell and the rest of the team give you one last look before resuming a strategic discussion. Price starts outlining possible scenarios and action plans if the flash drive's data confirms their suspicions and potential traitors.

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Your eyes are fixed on the screen. When you connect the flash drive, a series of encrypted lines and data fill the display. Sequences of seemingly random characters like "9f6a3b4d2e1c..." and "a5b7c9d3e8f1" mix with blocks of hexadecimal text (4A6F686E20446F6) and binary (01001000).

Soap approaches and gently touches your shoulder, giving a brief stroke with his thumb. "What do you think? Any leads?" he asks, bringing you back to the room.

"This is well-protected, it will definitely take some time," you respond, shaking your head while your eyes remain fixed on the screen. "Now I understand why there are so many 'virgins' trying to find a breach in it."

"That also makes you a 'virgin,' right?" Soap laughs.

"That's not what I meant," you roll your eyes but can't help but laugh a little at your own slip.

Suddenly, Ghost stands up enough to make the chair scrape the floor, drawing everyone's attention.

"Really? Now is not the time for that." He interrupts, with a slight irritation in his voice and a furrowed look.

You clear your throat. "You're right, sorry..."

"You said it would take time, right?" he asks seriously.

"Yes, it will... but—"

"Then don't waste time with these jokes," he concludes, sitting back in the chair.

You return your attention to the laptop screen. The room around you goes silent, and for a moment, you feel Ghost's watchful eyes on you. The pressure becomes palpable, making your skin prickle, but Price quickly notices.

"I think that's enough for today, reach out to any of us when you make progress." He says, as he gets up and ready to leave. "Do you want me to give you a deadline?" he asks, looking at you.

You nod. "Three days," he responds firmly.

He and the others start heading for the exit of the meeting room. Before they leave, Laswell and Gaz give you a farewell look, which you promptly return. Soap hesitates for a moment, but Ghost pulls on his tactical uniform. König is the last to leave, closing the door silently.

"Can I do this? Three days..." you think, anxious, as you lean your head on the back of the chair, looking at the gray ceiling.

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autor's note: This chapter is a bit longer. I hope it's good 😊. I was unsure about the raven; in my country, there is no distinction. Also, I don't know how to link the first chapter nicely 😔.

Chapter Three:

#cod x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader

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soupsopsoap · 4 months ago

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My hero aca seaseom one episode 11

SONG 42354789832437564937174359642931704643943178091245648170/2 stars

Midoriya no, don't go looking for more fights, leave

Why is cyborg cosplayer torturing a guy what is wrong with him why aren't they teaching them basic ethics before they take them to do what ever today was supposed to be???

"I can only put electricity on my body!" "then ill throw you at the bad guys!" buddy have you never thought to touch something to electrocute it? Have you *never* thought of that? This is the sort of thing we should be teaching the students before whatever the lesion here today was

Ok, thoughts on the fight with Jiro, Yaoyorozu, and Kaminari: First of all, atrocious teamwork. Why not make a weapon for Kaminari? Why not give the electric guy a metal weapon to electrify and hit people with? That would be much more effective in the long run, rather than throwing him around? On that note, Jiro, don't throw your teammates. Yaoyorozu did a good job with the insulation so Kaminari could do his quirk like that, but also girl. You need a different costume. For every reason. "Oh but I can make it again" Oh, but you could not use your quirk for useless stuff like that in the middle of a fight. Also, are we not at all worried about Kaminari? Look at him? This feels like the sort of thing the teachers should work on with him before letting him come to whatever this was meant to be. Also, how is Yaoyorozu making this stuff? Conservation of mass anyone? I'm also a little worried that anyone near Jiro will face irreversible hearing loss when she does her shoe thing. Sorry, I'm trying to remember what else I wanted to say, but I'm still caught up on the fact that Kaminari can produce so much electricity that it fries his own brain to the point he can no longer speak coherently or control where he's walking. That sounds like. Maybe something to be worried about. Any way. Notes: Jiro, hearing loss, both to her and others. Kaminari, brain damage, both to himself and others whose bodies are not built to handle that much electricity. Yaoyorozu, might be breaking the fundamental laws of the universe. I'm terrified. Also they've completely knocked out a teammate, meaning they now have only two fighters, and one person who needs to be protected. AND THERE IS A GUY IN THE DIRT!!!! All around they need a competent teacher to teach them.

OK! Trash man vs. Everyone fight. Trash man of course did amazing until hand guy showed and told every one he had a time limit. Also. Why would trash man grow his hair long? It is clearly a dead giveaway for his quirk? ALSO?? Why is hand guy always touching his face? Like my guy, you just disintegrated someone's elbow with one touch, don't scratch your neck??? Anyway, guess the big bird guy killed trash man, hope Thirteen can be the new teacher.

Never mind, guess thirteen is dead...

GOO IIDA GO!!!

Ok, good job running Iida! Too bad thirteen just dustified themself. Tall guy did a great job catching that portal, I'm just not sure how exactly that worked? But he did it anyway so good job! Looks like guy in the dirt is coming back to haunt Yaoyorozu, Jirou, and Kaminari. And Midoriya, frog, and purple. Are going to be very traumatized after watching their teacher die in front of them like that.

Good job Kirishima, you should not have jumped in front of thirteen. that was a bad idea. Bakugo, where did your other bomb go? You really shouldn't lose those, they are bombs. More evidence these kids should not be getting access to their equipment yet.

Tail boy is doing a good job of recognizing he is outnumbered and running around to keep these guys separated and uncoordinated. It's actually probably a good thing he's in this area on his own, since most other student wouldn't be able to do this keep up with him, which could end up trapping them in a dangerous situation. Also, is the fire in this area just. Always on? That feels like a bad use of resorces.

Rock and Bird boys are also doing a good job. I mean Rock boy isn't really doing anything, but he does make a very convincing scared and confused teenager. They also seem to have somehow split up their enemies to take out a few at a time, very smart! Is the rain in this area also just always on? I'm confused by the logistics of this place...

YAY! URARAKA!!!

Good teamwork between Uraraka, Black-white-and-yellow, and yellow. Now Iida can go get help this is awesome. The kids with Thirteen are showing a remarkable knowledge of their own and each other's powers. Must be the effect of all that good teacher dust in the air.

Oh, trash man is alive?

Buddy my guy, stop touching your face. You are literally disintegrating your skin. Stop it.

Hands man is the talks about video games at inappropriate times representation we deserve.

When all might shows up and literally everything stops.

Well, very happy all might is here. Would have been a very awkward way to end an episode, by killing the main character, two of his classmates, and a teacher. I am actually very impressed by trash man, but still do not believe he is a qualified teacher. bye

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hypersomniaaboutsleeping · 1 year ago

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💫 FROM NARUTO TO BORUTO FANFICTION💫

(An additional part. "Zeal")

Only here on En here. From author personally.

Official name: Unexpected

P.s. sometimes dumb! Oops.

Weekends are the best days of the week..

The young man looked at his watch for the umpteenth time.

- That's usaratonkachi for so many years and always be late!

Menma tapped his foot impatiently. I looked around again..

Saturday. 6.30 am.

Just yesterday, as usual, they were playing video games together and gorging on fast food. And today - for the usual weekly workout.

He remembers the last awkward conversation perfectly. Where will they go to study, what to do..

"- ...HOW DID YOU GET INVITED TO AN INTERNSHIP IN THE VILLAGE OF SAND? It's two days away from here!

Menma looked at Boruto with disappointment. I put the chips and the gamepad aside.

- Generally in three.. But damn, you know, they appreciated me, dattebasa!

- Yes, of course.. Bo, uh... would you like to go together? I think my company will be welcome too. And anyway, I passed better! ..."

Do not bother if they grow up, and... They'll just leave who's where.

Of course, over these ten years they have become strong friends, walking together, training, and ... and why, in fact, Menma does not want to part? Boruto still pisses him off incredibly, but we have to admit that.. It's bland without it.

- Menmaaa! I met Sarada. Think about it, she's going to practice in Tanzaka! This is how lucky, dattebasa!

The black-haired man smiled, extending his fist.

- Yes, it's cool. And... Bo, can I ask?

- It wouldn't hurt me either... In short, I'm the first! I know that everything is cool with you, and you will probably say no ..

Uchiha was wary, squinting his eyes. He was punched in response. He put his hands in his pockets so as not to crack his fingers..

Or maybe not to hit usaratonkachi.

- I could go and practice martial arts teacher in the village of sand! They say there are capable children there, but they lack strategy..

- I hear this from someone who tried to cheat on the last mission.

Menma chuckled, but kindly. Well, he likes to tease his friend about everything, like a child.

- Cunning is also a strategy, dattebasa! Shortly.

- Relax. I thought about it.. And I don't mind going with you. Hinata is still worried, so at least it won't be a daily call.

At one point Boruto outgrew Menma by a couple of centimeters. The second one was terribly infuriated, but the opponent just smiled triumphantly..

- Because Daichi will be calling. And... okay, maybe that's it. Let's go to the training ground, otherwise they'll take more.

Uchiha turned around to go to an inconspicuous path.

- You haven't said everything, dattebasa! Spit it out before you start.

It seems that the stubborn Menma does not think to continue. So it's kind of useless to try..

Here they pass under a wild cherry tree. Pass a couple more bushes, hummocks. And finally, a large green stadium with exercise equipment and a treadmill is shown.

Boruto just snorted something like "that's the topic!"and is already running after the young man.

"Not enough people.." - Uchiha is both pleased and annoying. It's a nice day, and there are only a couple of runners.

- So I understand that aliens kidnap people, so they don't come? - Uzumaki smiles with his own joke.

- No. They say the war will begin soon.

- Come on..

Boruto stares at him like he's an idiot to the core who said the Earth is flat.

Menma responds with a completely serious look.

- Daichi was reinstated in the local military medical unit. So it's almost a literal phrase.

- But the village of Liszt conducts a peaceful policy!

- And on her side is the village of Sand. It really is, but things.. mm.. Bad. You saw, they even lowered our payment inside the village in order to scrape together finances.

Now both have already started silent training.

The thoughts converged on one thing.

"Naruto won't pull this war"

#boruto fanfiction #menma #menma uchicha #menma uzumaki #boruto uzumaki #boruto #narusaku #team 7 naruto #naruto fanfiction #naruto

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maacwan · 2 years ago

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The PC (Personal Computer) is the user-friendly, typically less expensive digital recording technology used in the film industry. Although this can be seen as a risk to the foundation, the fresh voices in the movie can also serve as an inspiration to others and breathe new life into the movie business.

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This change technique is not at all necessary for digital video. Filmmakers can quickly edit digital footage after shooting it by playing it back. When it comes to film, they must prepare the recording by sending it off before they realise what they have. An executive can spend the entire day filming just to discover that the lighting was incorrect and the video was completely useless. The cast may review the footage after each shot on the "Attack of the Clones" set. They may film a sequence early in the day and start editing it that night.

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dnddiary · 3 years ago

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Puzzles. Puzzles! PUZZLES!!!?!

This one's a long one so I'm putting it under a read more after the first one.

I've compiled five examples of puzzles/environmental obstacles that I use in my dungeons that I haven't seen used elsewhere.

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Immovable Rod ladder

This puzzle fits better at lower levels since higher level abilities/spells can easily circumvent the set-up.

What it looks like:

Your players enter a room with high, cathedral-esque ceilings that is empty except for a dais in the center and an exit carved high up into the far wall. The exit has no stairs or means of reaching it and how high it is placed in the wall can increase or decrease the difficulty of this puzzle.

On the dais in the center of the room is a small iron rod with a button/lever on one end. Hidden somewhere in the room is an identical rod (my preference is for under the dais, but hidden compartments in the wall would work too).

The puzzle:

Allow your players to enter the room and look around to their hearts content. The first step would be for them to identify the rod on the dais. Choose your favored method of identification. RAW requires an identify spell or taking a short rest while holding the item. For "famous" magical items I'll usually allow a Knowledge (Arcana) roll and I'm always open to good ol' experimentation.

What they have is an Immovable Rod

This is an item that, when it's switch/button is toggled on, becomes fixed in place and can only be moved slightly with a DC 30 strength check or by applying 8000 lbs of pressure.

For some classes having this one rod would be enough to get them to the elevated exit with some creative thinking. If the door is low enough a mage hand spell could lift the rod with a rope attached, flip the switch (I'd allow mage hand to do this because the activation is simple and mechanical unlike activating other magical items), and allow characters to climb up with an athletics check. Likewise a familiar with hands or dexterous enough appendages could do the same. A druid would also be able to wild shape into a spider to reach the door. These are just a few of the direct examples and I'm a fan of puzzles with multiple solutions.

Now the hidden second rod would be for parties who either don't have classes who can perform these actions or don't have those actions as part of their skill set. For those scenarios a sufficient perception/investigation roll combo could reveal the hiding spot, with a Strength ability check for uncovering it.

Once they have the second rod they can be used to create a sort of ladder, activating/deactivating them as the player climbs through thin air to reach their destination.

Once your players solve the puzzle you just need to figure out what to do with the rods. One immovable rod, in a creative player's hands can be a lot of trouble for a DM while two can be sort of game breaking. I'd recommend treating them as temporary items that either turn to ash or become inert when removed from the room/upon completion of the dungeon, but if you want to give them one of the rods as a reward its a very fun piece of equipment as a player.

When to use:

This is better served in an early game. Once players have easier access to flying speeds or gear that might make it easier for them to scale the wall this puzzle becomes mostly useless. Additionally this puzzle will be more difficult for a party that is lacking a druid or a wizard.

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Magic Rocks

What it looks like:

Over the course of a dungeon have your players encounter spheres of crystal, large enough to fit in the palm of your hand. They can choose to take them or leave them, it's entirely up to them, but at the end of the dungeon is a massive door with sphere-shaped sockets set into it. Seems obvious, no? There's more to this than first appearances.

The puzzle:

Short answer is that your party needs to funnel magic, burning a single spell slot, into each of the spheres they find before placing them in the sockets.

How many spheres they need is up to the DM and how much of a resource drain you want this to be. I stick with four using the old Avatar style elements motif. This also lets me add color coded clues for the sphere's locations and purpose.

First step for your party is identifying the sphere and figuring out that it absorbs magic. I recommend an arcana check somewhere between 10 and 13 DC which yields a hint like this:

"You recognize the stone as a type of amber, but one that was cultivated in a Wizard's laboratory specifically to trap etheric energy. The stone feels light, hollow, and empty."

Once they figure out that they need to fill the spheres with one of their spells the next step is to have them place the spheres in the correct slots on the door before it will open.

When to use:

This puzzle, of course, requires a party with spellcasting abilities, preferably from more than one party member.

In my opinion the best puzzles will have an element of resource management to them, so that the party has to figure out how to proceed without draining all their resources. To avoid shenanigans with short/long rests this puzzle works better in a dungeon that includes some sense of urgency, i.e. the party is chasing a person of interest or attempting to stop some sort of ritual and the door is barring their way. If this isn't enough to deter them from attempting multiple rests and you don't want to make this easy, throw in a threat of ambush and have them find out that the crystals will only remain charged for around 4 hours before the magic disipates.

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Ursula's grotto

I actually had the pleasure of play-testing this one with a group. They found it to be a bit too easy so I've upped the difficulty a bit.

What it looks like:

The party comes across a flooded passageway that they must swim through. I recommend making this 10-feet wide/tall by about 30-feet long. This would mean a character without a swim speed can clear the channel in two rounds because swimming halves their movement speed, while a swim speed character can usually clear it in one. Either way, very low chance of drowning.

Along the floor of the passage is a thick bed of kelp. Roll for a DC 10 perception check and if any of your players pass it they see glints of metal and gold through the kelp bed.

If you're feeling generous tell them they spot decomposing remains too.

The puzzle:

Be prepared to keep track of time on this one because a big aspect is how long your players are spending underwater.

This is another opportunity cost for your players because as soon as they get close enough to investigate the promise of loot they find out the kelp bed has a persistent Entangle enchantment on it. Getting near enough to the passage floor results in the kelp grasping the player and requiring a Strength saving throw to break free. This difficulty should reflect the level of your players.

If a party doesn't think the loot is worth trying for then this one kinda fizzles. The "puzzle" aspect of this comes from them trying to figure out how to get the shinies without getting drowned.

I reward creative thinking for this one because theres a lot of room for interpretation but some of the ideas I like are below:

A bard, druid, or ranger can cast speak with plants as this spell specifically counters the Entangle spell.

Any spell that can freeze something solid or reduce speed can make the kelp easier to avoid.

Mage hand to pick up all the loot and bring it to the players (I'd rule that a familiar would also be grabbed by the kelp, though)

Shape water to either restrain the kelp or pull the loot up with a strong current

Just straight hacking at it with weapons though I'd make your players roll a Dexterity saving throw after each swing to represent them avoiding the kelp at the same time.

When to use:

This one is a lot of fun when flexing yours and your player's creativity so it's most rewarding with a group that thinks outside the box. Just remember to brush up on the rules for holding your breath because the threat of drowning is what makes this more of a puzzle and less a random encounter.

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Lava Drop Loot Haul

What it looks like:

Like I said, I think good puzzles are meant to exhaust your players, make them use some of their resources, and make sure they don't reach whatever big bad you have planned feeling fresh as a daisy.

As another opportunity cost puzzle this one is a simple setup. Your players enter a room with a pool of magma taking up a large portion of the room. Above the magma, suspended by a net, is a tantalizing collection of goodies. Maybe it was put there by some goblins trying to protect their stash, maybe the big bad is trying to get them to do something stupid. Either way your party has to decide if they want to spend the time, energy, and resources to retrieve the goods

The puzzle:

Not much going on here, you just have to decide how your players are going to get the loot down. I would recommend placing the net high enough that cantrips can't reach it and making your players have to spend some damn spell slots. Some possible solutions I've come up with are:

The fly spell

The spider climb spell

The find familiar spell (pact of chain warlock will have the easiest time here)

The telekinetic feat (if you have the ceiling low enough)

A druid wild shaping into a giant spider

Some combination of daring/stupid antics involving athletics checks, dumb luck, and the potential for some burn treatment

Again, points for originality, so try to say yes to your players as much as possible.

When to use:

Honestly this is just meant as a way to wear your party down as an alternative to combat. Your party's spells and abilities are resources and you should be creatively convincing them to be used for things other than 🌟murder✨. How valuable or useful you want the loot to be should play into your campaign type and your party's level.

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Puzzle Door (shameless Skyward Sword Steal)

What it looks like:

Well it looks like another door puzzle....I never claimed to be creative.

Your party comes up to a door with a complex locking mechanism. However it looks like a vital piece of the mechanism is damaged or missing. Without it the door will not open.

The puzzle:

Your party has to decide how they want to repair/replace this mechanism. With an Artificer in the party this one will make them feel ultra useful, but there's several other potential solutions for players if they're using other classes:

Use a perception roll to spot any junk or bits and pieces around the room that could be used to make a replacement, followed by an Intelligence check to try and figure out how to use it.

Shape water cantrip to create an ice copy of the piece.

Mending cantrip to repair any damage

Prestidigitation to create a copy of the missing piece, followed by a Dexterity roll to see if they're quick enough to use it before it disappears

When to use:

This one is fun for breaking up some monotony and to keep your party from progressing through a dungeon too fast. It's nonspecific enough that it can fit in all kinds of settings and I like keeping the outline for this one generic because, with a little tweaking, this one can potentially be recycled between dungeons. Just try not to reuse it too often, or you'll be accused of working for Capcom.

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That's the long and short of it. I haven't been DMing for too terribly long so please let me know if you see any blatant/glaring errors.

If anyone thinks of ways to refine these or make them more devious I always love feedback.

Happy Gaming

#dungeon puzzles #5th edition #dungeon design #homebrew #puzzles #dnd 5th edition #dungeons and dragons

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hotsummerdreaming · 2 years ago

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clay hands • jemily

summary: jj decides to take up a new skill during her time off and she has hard time learning it so emily steps in to help.

warnings: none, but there are very obvious smutty undertones

words: 2093

!!! there's a chance you may have already read this story as it is mine and i am reposting it from a different account !!!

(this may be one of my favorite one shots i have ever written please enjoy <3)

JJ has decided to dedicate her time off from BAU and to start completing her bucket list and to finally "start" living. She went through it in her mind every single time she was sitting on a jet back home from case, always telling herself now I'll do it, but she never does. Once she's back in D.C. she goes back to her everyday routine and even during the days she's not supposed to work she always finds herself sitting in her home and looking through news in case she finds something the BAU might be interested in. But now after working her ass off for the last couple of years she got mandated month off. and so she decided it's finally time to start completing the imaginary bucket list in her head. for the first couple of days she tried out all she wanted to do. she did some things that were possible to do close to her home, and left some stuff that she needs to travel far to still on the list. one of the things she wanted to do was to learn how to speak some new language so she tried italian, but gave up after few days because she didn't have patience to do it. and one of the last things was to learn a new skill. she went through a lot of pages on the internet, trying to find the perfect one. she tried one or two but none really caught her attention. until she discovered pottery. she felt like she might like that one the most. as soon as she decided this is the right new skill for her she ordered all that she needed off of some websites and found a perfect spot for all the new things in her garage.

pottery wasn't really the best skill to learn for hot summer days. she spent days and nights in her garage bent over her new potter's wheel, sweating and swearing because for the life of her she couldn't figure out what to do or how to make anything look good or actually work without melting or breaking. when she didn't have her hands covered in clay she sat in her backyard reading all sorts of articles about making mugs and bowls. she could've sworn she has never cried more tears over such useless thing before. she was determined she needs to make at least one mug for each team member before she decides to drop the skill like she dropped all before this. no technique she found online helped or worked and jj was ready to just stop and sell all of the equipment to someone and then go to some nice resort in mexico and have herself a little vacation.

emily was like always checking up on jj to see if she hasn't lost her mind yet. of course jennifer lied to her and said she was having the time of her life, but in reality she was never this frustrated in her entire life. she made up lies about how she's tanning everyday and how she is just doing nothing and relaxing. it was strange to emily to hear that jj is not searching news from all around the country or calling the team every five minutes wondering if they don't need help from her. and so emily used all her breaking techniques on jj and got the fact that she's struggling with pottery out of jennifer, on her very first try.

"it's not so bad!" jj was still trying to convince emily that she does not need to come over and take the wheel miles away from her. "i already got 2 mugs done!" the frustration was very obvious in jj's voice.

"i don't believe you. look i have day off tomorrow i'm gonna come over and we're figure something out, okay?" there was no way jennifer was going to say no to emily coming over.

"fine," jj rolled her and as soon as she hung up the phone she got back to the wheel and tried to learn herself how to do it properly.

she spent entire night in that garage trying to find a way she could make it work but nothing, absolutely nothing was working. it wasn't just her hands that were now covered with clay it was everything around her; the floor, the wall, all of her clothes and somehow even the ceiling. there was a big pile of used clay in a bucket next to her legs that was being filled up minute by minute as jj kept throwing every single thing she created in there. jj eventually fell asleep on the wheel.

in the morning jennifer was woken up by her door bell. she got up fast and rushed to open the door. as she expected emily was standing behind them, smiling with two cups of coffee and some pastry in her hands. it's like she knew jj had no time to eat or drink anything.

"i thought i might make you little happier if i brought your favorite croissant and coffee. come on sit down here and just for a second forget about that stupid pottery" emily waved her hand in her direction.

jj slowly walked to her, taking of her very dirty apron. she took the coffee emily brought her and sat down on the bar stool next to the kitchen bar. she looked up at emily who had very worrying look in her eyes.

"look at you" she wiped a clay off jj's cheek that she must've got there when she fall asleep on the wheel.

"so how have you really, you won't like what i'll do if you lie, been?" emily sat down now too, and their eyes met.

"i've been fine. just a little frustrated, but nothing too serious" jj quickly broke the eye contact when she went and took a sip from her coffee.

"jj, you know that i know when you're lying, right? because now i really do know it. just look at yourself. you're covered from head to toe in clay, your hair looks like it hasn't been washed in many days and the stupid clay is now all over your face too. so if you weren't struggling as much as you are, you would be completely clean. so, after you finish your breakfast, you're gonna go upstairs, take shower and put on clean clothes. after that you're gonna come back to your garage and i'll show you how to do it properly" emily ordered jj in a very caring but also a little bit angry voice, that really worked on jennifer.

"you know how to use the wheel?" jj giggled a little.

"i might've taken some pottery classes in my day" emily shrugged her shoulders and rushed jj to finish eating and going to fix herself.

while jj was in her bathroom, washing her self for the first time in many days, emily took all of her stuff to the garage and took a look at jj's failed work. there was so much clay in that entire room that a whole pottery class could use it for their works. emily sat down by the wheel and tried how it works. it was very smooth and good since the whole machine was completely new, but somewhere in the back of her head she imagined jj broke it after using it for only couple of days. she took a bit of clay from jj's bucket and tried to create some sort of bowl. it has been many years since emily took pottery classes so she wasn't really sure what she was trying to prove when she came over and told jennifer she's going to teach her how to do it.

after few minutes emily could hear upstairs bathroom door open which signaled her that jj was ready and it was time to start teaching her. emily placed her bowl on a counter near by and stood up from the small wooden chair.

"so, are you ready?" emily smiled and jj who nodded and walked over to emily.

for a few moments they just stood there looking at each other in a complete silence. emily shook her head and walked over to another wooden chair she saw in the corner of the room and brought it back to where jj was standing.

"come on sit down on that one" emily pointed at the chair right next to the wheel.

jj sat down, put her hair up and looked back at emily who was now placing the other wooden chair behind hers. emily deeply inhaled and then when she exhaled jj could feel the soft air at the back of her neck which made her hair stand. emily moved a little closer to her and looked over her shoulder.

"don't worry, we'll figure it out. i'm going sit right behind you and lead the way, okay?" emily's lips were close to jj's ear and the sound of her voice now made all jj's hair stand up.

jj just nodded and she settled down in her chair. "okay, take the clay and put it on the wheel" emily suggested with her head and jj did as she was told.

emily's hands were now on top of jj's, which kept jj in shock and she froze for a moment. emily had to make sure everything was okay and they continued.

"use both hands and firmly make a hill-like shape, just like so" emily pushed into jj's hands and lead the way.

"make sure there are no bumps or anything" she looked over jennifer's shoulder and helped her make sure that everything is good.

"and now take your one finger and create a hole in a middle" emily's finger was now on jj's finger and together they made a hole into the clay. "take your other finger and lift up the sides of the clay" emily said softly into jj's ear.

they were sitting there, tied up together. after many days jj felt relaxed and not frustrated at all. she finally felt like she knew what she was doing. she was determined she didn't need help but now that emily was there, holding her hand, helping her build a skill, something she wanted to do as long as she remembered. maybe this is could not be only her bucket list, it could be theirs, jennifer thought for a second when emily's hand was pushing onto hers.

"aaand here you go. a vase. wasn't so hard right?" jj could feel emily's smile on her cheek now that the comfort zone between them was unexisting and they were sitting there tangled up as one.

they sat there in silence for a little while looking at the vase together. it was beautiful for sure.

"thank you, very much em" jj broke the silence, which suprised emily and she stood up immidiately.

"you're very much welcome. i think that from now on you will have no problem in creating anything from clay, this is just the basics you can apply to all of the other things such as mugs, you know" emily's eyes were still pinned on the vase and jj could see a slight shade of red in her cheeks. "i think i should go and leave you up to your imagination" emily smiled took off her apron and started walking towards the garage door.

"thank you so so much again. you were really a huge help, seriously without you i would probably cover the used clay. i think you'll know what gift to expect once i'm back at work" jj winked and emily laughed.

"there's nothing to thank for i just passed on the knowledge. anyways, enjoy the rest of your break" emily winked back and walked out of the house.

jj stood there watching emily leaving. they waved at each other when emily drove off. jennifer smiled to herself as she watched emily drive down the street. she was proud of herself for being able to tick off another thing of her bucket list and perhaps brag in front of spencer on how much she knows about pottery, she was sure that at this point she knew more than he did.

she sighed and came back inside. she leaned her back against the door and looked back at what just happened. perhaps the next thing she'll tick off her list will be confessing her love to someone.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #jj #jennifer jareau #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #paget brewster #aj cook #fanfiction #fanfic #television #derek morgan #david rossi #elle greenaway #jemily #jj x emily #jennifer jareau x emily prentiss

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thetruearchmagos · 20 days ago

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Right, thanks for the Help™️! (is that showing right?)

Now, before I write this I think I might get a little heated considering the topic, so I'm reminding myself to, uhh, not do that.

Also, putting it below the cut because this thread is getting hilariously long

So..

I'll start off with a note on plasma weapons that didn't even come to mind when I made that first reblog. Basically, I think I vaguely recall that the Breach is located at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. Since I doubt that plasma weapons would be effective underwater, or at least lose effectiveness much quicker than in atmosphere, this means that when Kaiju enter earth they do so in a place where they're practically untouchable by plasma weapons, and will remain so until they appear on the surface. Since this probably only occurs when they reach the coast, the engagement area where plasma weapons, jaeger, ship, or Fort based, will actually be able to operate is limited to such areas, well after the kaiju has entered into our world. I think this makes a fleet which can redeploy to follow the kaiju wherever it is they eventually make landfall more effective than forts at all possible coastal areas, but that's still an unfortunate reality.

Or the Kaiju decide to shoot straight for the surface the moment they pass through the breach and get gunned down, but that leaves the question of what exactly they'd be standing up on.

Which leads me to my next qualm with the sea forts. Seeing as the Breach is in the middle of the deep pacific, you'd be having to build a dozen forts from the seabed to the surface to mount weapons that can only operate against surfaced targets - and I do mean a dozen, or more, since just one likely wouldn't be able to cover a large enough area. This would be a monumental engineering feat, probably the single greatest in marine engineering history, just to build a single fort. I think there's also a good chance that a Kaiju could attempt to 'close the distance' to a fort underwater and attack its structure that way, which levels the playing field significantly if subsurface plasma is out of the question. A fleet would be vulnerable to subsurface attacks too, of course, but it would be able to run away to a degree, and it's mobility leads to unpredictability and thus makes it less likely that the Kaiju would be able to find and beat the crap out of it in that way.

And it's this unpredictability that makes me sceptical of most fixed positions (Enter, a tangent on fixed military positions in general that no one asked for). Static defences are a bit like a puzzle, which as difficult as they can be don't tend to react or change in how they present themselves. Given enough time, you could chart out and identify every aspect of them, and work towards finding a solution that works just so. A mobile force, however, is more like an actual 2-party game, in that it can move and adapt its posture in an unpredictable manner, rendering a carefully prepared plan potentially useless by presenting the enemy with an ever changing picture of what their task looks like. Now, exactly how relevant this psychological game is here considering the oddly blasé approach of the Kaiju might be debatable, but going into this discussion this general distinction is what was in my head.

Finally are some notes on the nature of military 'readiness'. Basically, you're 4 points and why I'm sceptical they'll hold true.

Does not require 24/7 man-powered operation

Does not require (relatively) frequent refueling/resupply runs

Does not risk human lives with every encounter

Maintains constant vigilance with or without input

You see, the thing about military equipment is that the natural state of any object or organisation more complex than 'rock on stick' and 'a single person' is complete and utter uselessness, which is only staved off via continuous and intensive maintenance. (Also, side note, sci fi that handwaves maintenance out of existence via sheer technical is theoretically appealing to me, but I'm also attached to the fun dynamics that actually having to account for this stuff leads to. Which is probably why I'm mentioning it right now...).

This comes up mostly acutely in moving vehicles, especially aircraft, but fixed installations absolutely need upkeep as well. From the plasma cannon itself, its movement system, the array of sensors and internal communications that allow it to function, and of course whatever novel power generation tech fuels it, these forts will have a bevy of complex machinery requiring constant care in any realistic setting, which doesn't get any easier considering the megastructure scale of them. That means having crews, permanent or shipped / flown in, to perform the necessary maintenance, and several redundant forts to account for potential failures and downtime.

Therefore, I don't foresee the sea fort idea pulling off such a high degree of self autonomy as might be imagined. When it comes to supply inputs, while the power generation source may not require fuel itself (hell if I know what powers jaegers), spare parts will be in constant want for the aforementioned maintenance, plus the material needs of whatever crew are stationed.

The question of risking personnel depends on the extent of the forts automation, which though I'm sceptical of could still be somewhat achievable. I think a skeleton crew in a fort could still be more at risk than a full crew on a mobile warship, but I haven't thought out how an actual encounter could go in either case enough to comment there.

Regarding the hybrid option, it's hard to say if it gets the best of both worlds or the worst, which I think is what usually happens with some middle of the road options. At best they'll complement each other as well as you say, and at worst the split resources render both elements less capable than they would have been individually. Something for me to think out, I guess.

I'll end off by noting something that usually bears considering when it comes to fictional militaries in unusual environments. While we as the audience might have access to in depth information on 'lore' and stuff, the militaries of a setting (should) base their decisions on the information they actually have to hand. Not sure how a lack of information would bear out in Pacific Rim (since I've forgotten most of that info myself by now), but things like the 'non militant' nature of the Kaiju that we find out can't retroactively render decisions made prior to that revelation 'stupid', merely 'wrong, but made with the best they had to hand'. Not that I'm saying you've done that, just something that came to mind writing this.

@thetruearchmagos

I owe you an apology

I watched Pacific Rim last night

That movie single-handedly taught me every reason for hating mechs and the issues with a society that sincerely believes they are the best option for advanced warfare with a (biologically) physically superior opponent.

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aza-writes · 3 years ago

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Blood Red : Chapter 5

Do we have a deal?

Hell's Kitchen : 2016

Alessandra's POV

I arrive at a large, luxurious apartment building at 6:52. I look at the text to double-check the address. The apartment building is on the corner of a large group of buildings. It was completely made out of windows and was perfectly symmetrical. It towered over the buildings it was attached to. It was gorgeous. There was even a doorman.

As I walk in I noticed how many security guards there were. One by the front desk, two by the elevator, and one right on the inside of the door. Makes sense that Mr. Fisk would want to live somewhere secure, Dreykov always had at least two Widows with him at all times when he went out places. The world is a very dangerous place for important people.

I walk over to the front desk, trying to decide if I use my American accent or not. The man at the front desk smiles at me. "How may I help you?"

"Alice here for Mr. Fisk." A fake name is the best bet. Like I said, technically I'm dead.

The man checks his computer, then back up at me. "Of course ma'am, the elevator is set to arrive at his apartment."

I nod and walk to the elevator. As soon as the door closes the elevator starts to move. I look straight ahead at the door, trying to imagine what might be at this dinner. A giant table filled with mobsters? That would be cool. Maybe it's a trick to kill me? Nah, if they wanted to kill me they would've done it earlier. Before I can come up with any other scenarios, the doors open to a spacious apartment. Windows decorated two walls and the other two were painted white. The kitchen and the rest of the furniture are black, similar to my apartment but obviously ten times bigger.

I walk off the elevator and look around a bit. Wesley approaches me, this guy is fucking everywhere.

"Please join Mr. Fisk in the dining room." He was annoyed. I don't blame him, I'm not happy about seeing him either. He leads me to the dining table, Mr. Fisk is already sitting down on one side of the table. I side opposite of him, never breaking eye contact.

Mr. Fisk breaks eye contact first to look at Wesley. "Thank you, Wesley, you may leave now." Wesley nods. Finally, I don't have to see him anymore for the day. Mr. Fisk turns to look back at me. "I had Wesley choose the meal for tonight, I'm not very good at planning meals." He smiles at me like he was trying to get me to open up. The smile was incredibly awkward and very faint. I mean, A for the effort I guess.

At exactly 7:00 the meal was brought out. It was some Italian dish, I'm not sure what though. I wait for Mr. Fisk to take the first bite not only to make sure that it's not poison but because it shows respect if you let the host take the first bite.

Although the food was incredible, I was more impressed with the wine. I'm not a fan of red wine, the kind I was allowed in Russia was never made well; either too sweet or almost sour to the point it was deemed undrinkable. But this wine, it was magnificent. It complimented the meal perfectly. Maybe Wesley wasn't as useless as I thought.

Mr. Fisk cleared his throat, grabbing my attention. "I brought you here today to discuss your contract. There are several things we need to go over before we are officially in business together." I nod as a servant brings him a folder. He opens it and slides it over to me. "You will be paid $5,000 a month along with $1,000 a kill." I look up at him, keeping my stoic expression. That was extremely hard to do though. $5,000 plus $1,000 for each kill with a hit list growing every day. "Of course, all expenses will be taken care of. Apartment, undercover equipment, clothes, transportation, and whatever else you may need." I tilt my chin up, freaking out on the inside. I don't want him to see through me. "Do we have a deal?"

I smile softly. "It would be my honor to kill for you."

Mr. Fisk nods and raises his glass toward me. "To the future of Union Allied and the Bloody Widow."

I raise my glass and keep my small smile, trying to keep my composure. "Long live the empire."

And with that, we drink.

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I arrived back at my apartment about a quarter til 10 a little tipsy and extremely enthusiastic about tomorrow. My goal is to start at the top of the list and work my way down. Some kills might take longer but it'll all be worth it in the end. I get money and to kill with no consequences again. I'll be protected by Mr. Fisk and through Fisk, I get money and blood.

When I open the door to my apartment I see a present on my coffee table. It's black with a wine red bow on it. There's an envelope sitting on top of it with a wax seal with the letters "U.A." on it.

I open the envelope first to reveal a small note that reads "Open the closet next to the kitchen - F". I assumed that was a closet, besides that has been locked the whole time. I'm confused until I open the present. It's a dark, crimson-red key. I walk over to the closet and unlock the door slowly. When I open I audibly gasp. It's a full training room. Ballet bars, point shoes, punching bags, knives, guns, swords, and more. They're a touchscreen keypad next to the door that controls the room. I feel like a kid in a candy store.

I walk over to the control keypad just to familiarize myself with the room when I notice the bright red button all it said was "suit." Holy shit, do I get a new suit? I get my goofy grin back on my face as I pushed it. I look over to the full-length mirrors on the wall on the opposite side of the room as they started to move. The two mirrors in the middle started to slide out. The secret mirrors uncovered a wall of four suits. The first suit was almost an exact copy of my suit when I was part of the black widow program, the only difference was that the widow symbol was black instead of red. It had the same tight fabric that moved like a second skin. The second one is closer to tactical gear. There was a large chest plate, the pants were a bit baggier, and much more padding. It was very different from anything the Red Room would send out, probably Mr. Fisk's design. The third was again, identical to my original white Black Widow suit that we wore whenever we were sent to a location with a lot of snow. Again, the Black Widow symbol was black instead of red. The last one was another new design. It was for colder climates. The jacket was thicker and so was the pants, but not as thick as the second suit. These also weren't thick from padding, but to stay warm. All had a matching masks, night vision goggles, and boots. It was quite beautiful, all of the suits were gorgeous. This whole room was a dream. A Red Room that I could control.

I spend about an hour in my training room, just admiring everything. It was almost 1 in the morning when I finally went to bed. I was too excited to sleep, too excited to kill again.

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Matt Murdock's POV

I waited for 4 hours. 4 hours of just listening, trying to find the person who committed such a gruesome murder. Hell, even if I didn't find the actual person I wanted to at least find a suspect or a lead or something. All I got was rumors and gossip, nothing useful. All lies. I needed to find this killer before they kill again.

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Masterlists

#matt murdock x oc #wilson fisk #daredevil x oc #matt murdock #the defenders #the punisher x oc #matt murdock x reader #natasha romanoff #the punisher #daredevil #frank castle x oc #foggy nelson #blood red #frank castle #yelena belova

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seeuonadarknite · 4 years ago

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cat and mouse — yandere tsukishima kei x f. reader

warnings: noncon, fingering, exhibitionism, degradation, rumors

All throughout high school you would tell yourself that college would be a breeze if you made it out alive. Sure, the difficulty in studies would increase tenfold, and turning in work would be a lot more crucial towards your final grade, but it would all be worth it in the end. You were working towards a goal, towards a purpose. Once you received your diploma, you'd be capable of getting a real, well-paying job that would financially take care everything you'd ever need.

And the best part about the college you were attending was that, for the most part, the people were all good-natured and grounded. You didn't have to deal with juvenile brats that projected their insecurities by picking on smaller people.

For the most part, that was.

Whilst the campus wasn't necessarily riddled with hellions, it still had its flaws. There was one person who you could definitely live without; Tsukishima Kei. He was an admirable student who was enrolled for free with the help of his scholarship. Nobody would ever suspect a guy like him to do something as dastardly as using his power to tarnish a fellow classmate's reputation in order to isolate them from the school's population.

But that was exactly what he had done to you.

None of it made sense to you. Why would a guy you have nothing to do with take time out of his day to make your life a living hell? At the start of the semester, you had multiple friends and your studies were going perfectly. But the four eyed monster had to barge his way into your life and sabotage all of your relationships by spreading a stupid rumor that all of his minions believed because it came from a reputable guy like him. Why would Tsukishima lie about something like that? He just wanted the world to know the truth, right?

You were sick and tired of the entirety of the campus keeping a distance from you as if you had some sort of plague. If people actually looked into both sides of the story, they would understand that everything coming from Tsukishima's mouth was utter horse shit. This immature behavior of his was absolutely unacceptable and you were determined to get to the bottom of it.

So you took it upon yourself to approach him after bumping into him on one of your off days. Sure, it was risky confronting him head on, but you were literally in frozen back aisle of a grocery store. If he tried anything funny with you, he'd be immediately stopped with the scream of your mouth.

Inhaling a deep breath, you flickered your eyes towards the lanky blonde who seemed to be torn between picking out ice cream flavors. If you calmly approached, he might be willing to reason with you. All you needed to do was figure out the perfect time to attack—

"Oh? So you're some sort of stalker, too?"

Shit. He turned around to face you whilst you were busy getting caught within your internal battles. Great, you no longer had the upper hand here. So much for the element of surprise.

In an instant, he was on the move, looming over you and making small steps towards your cowering figure until your back hit the door to the icy freezer. Goosebumps began to stain your skin as the condensation of the chilly glass soaked through your flimsy tank top.

His palm greeted the glass as he placed it right above your head, successfully blocking your desired escape route. This is okay. You were one scream away from safety—

"Mmf!" His rough, calloused hand clasped over your mouth before you could even think about mustering up a measly response.

You felt small under his scrutinizing glare as his eyes narrowed dangerously at your cowering form. "Nobody can see us back here. However, if you don't shut the fuck up, they'll hear us. And everyone will know just how much of a slut you really are." It was obvious in the way that he spoke that malice was dripping from his tone as he tantalizingly carried his penurious words.

You didn't understand; had you done something to hurt him? Why was he so keen on preaching to the world that you were just some brainless slut that didn't deserve her privileges? And it wasn't as if what he was saying made any sense whatsoever. If you screamed, all fingers would automatically be pointed towards the guy cornering his frightened victim. That was kind of the nature of calling for help.

Flickering your unsteady gaze up towards Tsukishima's, you felt your stomach drop. The way his enigmatic golden-brown eyes burned holes into your form through his fogged glasses sent chills running up your spine. It was a complete mystery how he managed to look so uninterested, yet with such hawk-like intensity at the same time.

The way he stripped you down with his menacing gaze left you regretting not equipping yourself with pepper spray beforehand. Any form of self defense would've been completely conductive towards your case. But alas, you let your guard down and made the fatal mistake of showing up at the grocery store unarmed. You'll have to dually note not to be vulnerable in any public space for the next time.

It didn't help that the voice in the back of your mind was screeching at you to do something, pleading with you to make a move, nonetheless your body failing to pick up on any internal signals. Not only was your inability to move on your own making matters difficult, but Tsukishima's knee propping itself up in between your legs rendered your legs useless, terminating your biggest line of defense. The way he predicted your every move like it was as easy as drinking water was unnerving; he definitely knew what he was doing.

It was hard to decipher what rang louder in your ears; your heart pounding through your chest at rapid speeds, or your labored breath. Perhaps it was just your nerves hitting you like a runway truck, but it genuinely felt as if every one of your organs had clambered up into your throat. It couldn't get much scarier than this. If you stuck around here for much longer, he'd have his way with you in no time and you'd be left with nothing but a guilty conscious.

The fact that he was actively defiling you was humiliating enough in itself, doing it in the back of a sparsely populated grocery store only added insult to injury. If you allowed yourself to get violated by your college bully, much less inside of a public space, it'd eat at you for who knows how long. You couldn't just let him get by with such a vile act.

However, he didn't give you much time to sulk on it, as he interrupted your train of thought with his free hand traveling down south towards the hem of your shorts. Once his hand reached your navel, you began violently thrashing in his vice-like grip like a wild animal. Going down without a fight wasn't on your agenda.

You half expected him to scowl at you and maybe cuss you out, but his facial expression remained as vacant as ever. Having said that, although he seemed unbothered by your gesture, it still wouldn't do in his book. He had to stop you from making a scene somehow, so he swiftly removed his hand from your face, only to shove his fingers into the wet caverns of your mouth. The way your tongue desperately pushed at his digits only caused the tent in his trousers to grow. You were unintentionally coating his fingers in your warm saliva.

Nonetheless, whilst Tsukishima was having the time of his fucking life, you were feeling your vision begin to impair as tears clouded your eyes, threatening to spill from the brim. This only egged him on as a sinister grin tore across his face. The way your warm, salty tears frantically poured down your face empowered the lanky male. It proved that only he had the power to turn the handles behind the faucet in your eyes with just the touch of his hand; he was the only one capable of making you feel this way.

A pathetic mewl emitted from your throat, unintentionally sending vibrations throughout the fingers that Tsukishima had shoved into your mouth, as he wasted no time in slipping his fingers under the elastic to the flimsy piece of clothing protecting your sensitive parts. The way he dragged his slim fingers across your folds was absolutely agonizing. It stopped you from predicting his next course of action, as he was going so painfully slow.

He eventually guided his index finger towards your slit, prodding the pad of his digit against your weeping hole. He got a kick out of watching your body quiver with anticipation as he dragged out his movements, slowly inserting his lengthy finger into the heat of your cunt, inch by inch.

It felt like you had been waiting for decades before he finally plunged his finger all the way inside of your cunt, basking in the way your walls immediately clamped down on the digit. You immediately began regretting wishing he'd hurry his pace, because he quickly resorted to pummeling your hole with his nimble finger at rapid speeds. At this rate, it felt like your legs were going to give in beneath you.

It didn't take the blonde long before he swiftly inserted another finger, relishing in the way that you practically sucked on his fingers as a form of leverage. The way he scissored and curled his fingers inside of you at unbearable speeds left you a whimpering mess. It remained a complete mystery to you on how the store's patrons didn't seem to notice the gigantic blonde expertly fingering you into the freezer, fucking your hole with his fingers senseless.

And it was unbelievably humiliating how unbothered he was by the lewd, obscene sounds of squelching your cunt produced as he curled both nimble fingers upwards, repeatedly hitting the spongy spot inside of you that you could only assume was your g-spot.

If he continued at this rate, you'd come undone in no time. As much as it embarrassed you to cum all over your bully's fingers in a matter of minutes, you couldn't ignore the tight knot forming in the pit of your stomach. You couldn't ignore the tingly sensation you felt heating up in your core. At this point, it didn't even matter to you if you gave into his childish game of cat and mouse.

"Hey, shortcake, eyes on me." You had managed to successfully distract yourself from the situation at hand by pondering over your own release without even realizing it. It seemed like you were beginning to enjoy yourself as you chased your own release, much to Tsukishima's dismay. That wouldn't do. The purpose of this was to humiliate you and put you right in your place. You weren't supposed to be enjoying this one bit.

Perhaps if you had cried a little bit harder, or even bitten down on his fingers that remained idle in your mouth, maybe he would have been content with just violating your cunt with his fingers. But in his book, you were growing bored. And he was as well.

Perhaps it was time to take it up a notch. It was time for the real deal.

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jujufushi · 3 years ago

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here's why my feminist ass loves jujutsu kaisen.

loooong post coming.

spoiler-warnings included.

manga and anime are a guilty pleasure of mine, i've been a fan of various series since my teen years and i keep coming back to it. i'm by no means an expert but jujutsu kaisen is the first series i've got to know where female characters are not all either a) solely a love interest, b) completely useless & always in need to be saved, c) always nagging, this being their only personality trait, d) depicted in an overly sexual manor, e) strong and/ or clever, but never even close to as strong and/ or clever as male characters, or f) a combination of those. exceptions certainly exist, but mainly, those tropes are dominating the genre - from my personal experience, that is.

in jujutsu kaisen, female characters are all (!) equipped with complex personalities and often times, great back stories.

for female characters, we have e. g.

(slight spoilers ahead, but really nothing that spoils any major plot points)

- a girl who left her tiny home village to move to tokyo. she states her reason is that she loves going shopping, however in her back story we learn that she feels she needs to do this to become her true self and that she is also in search of a dear, lost friend of hers who moved to tokyo long ago. (that friend had to move because of being bullied, btw)

- a girl who is despised by her ~VIP~ family - because she was born without jujutsu powers-, so much so that she leaves them. leaving, she announces that she will come back stronger than everyone else to become the head of the family.

- her twin sister, who felt the pressure to become stronger than her sister after she left. even though she never wanted to become a jujutsu sorcerer in the first place.

- a woman who is seemingly the only doctor in town. she's kick-ass clever and witty.

- a woman who is altogether furious at the state of the current world in the way the "elders" of jujutsu sorcerers made it to be. she is planning her personal sort of a coup d'état and trying to get people on her side, all morals set aside.

(slight spoilers end)

that's just some of them.

it's really unusual for shonen-manga/anime to have well-written female characters, so i dug a little deeper and gege actually said something about this. he said that his parents are reading his manga which is what made him create realistic female characters instead of overly sexualized "damsels in distress". well.. that reason is surely to be taken sarcastic (that's how he is), but i do like the fact that he makes it a point how he created strong female characters on purpose.

one of the girls gives a pretty powerful speech at some point; having in mind that the target audience for the series is teenagers, it's quite a big thing.

(very light spoilers)

A- "how dare you hurt my precious face?"

B- "a scar on the face is a badge of honor for a man. though it's only a flaw on a woman. you think being a jujutsu sorcerer is all about strength, don't you?"

A- "and it actually is."

B- "that's only for men. even if they are strong, women have to be cute or they'll be undervalued. of course, even if they are cute, they'll still be undervalued if they're not also strong. do you get it? they don't demand strength from female jujutsu sorcerers. they demand perfection!"

(spoilers end)

the strongest kick-ass moment however, for me personally, is the following.

!! BIG BIG MANGA-SPOILERS AHEAD

the girl mentioned above, who left her family to become stronger and become the head of the family? here name's maki.

maki returns to her family at some point where she is greeted by a) a relative who tells her that since her face is disfigured due to battle scars, the only good thing about her is now gone. b) her mother who tells her that she wishes maki would give birth because THAT'S what would make her proud of maki. maki later finds her twin sister, mai, almost killed by the family. maki & mai become reconciled, but mai's life can't be saved so they make a vow, making maki stronger by mai's death. maki then proceeds to kill. their. whole. fucking. family. in the process she's asked if she has a heart. she replies, cold as can be, "no. it's been taken from me." and keeps killing. it's SO kick-ass. maki becomes more and more disfigured due to these battles, in no panel is her body sexualised in any way, she is nothing less than the protagonist in these manga chapters. and she leaves as a fucking winner. (also, she takes good care of mai's body.)

BIG BIG MANGA-SPOILERS END !!

all in all, of course it's still a series aimed at males so of course we have a lot more male than female characters, like a 4:1 ratio, but even the males are not just clichés of shonen-tropes. like, either a) dumb, or b) strong, or c) dumb and strong - again, this is a very brief summary of my personal views. often times the author of jjk gives his male characters a clever twist and none of them are boring.

the anime has some top-notch animation and great music on top of that.

i don't want to overyhpe anything but i really hope that this series will inspire other mangakas (manga authors) to put more thought into female characters. it surely is a great, big step into the right direction. and since the series has been hugely succesful, my hopes are UP.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #meta #shonen #shounen #text post #op

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roccinan · 3 years ago

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yes it is me royalpaperhouse lol, what gave it away? the enthusiastic gushing over the hermanos and the way your write them ? 😭💕

but seriously, the reverse hermanos live rent free in my head now. just constantly rotating in my head like a rotisserie fhsjshsjs... since it is andrés' birthday today, might i ask for any headcanons you have for this redux au? i hope i'm not bothering you and PLEASE feel free to ignore the request if you don't want to - but just know i would die of happiness for any crumbs of the hermanos in this universe 💗

Ah, I was hoping it was you :D haha maybe a little bit of that gave it away ;) Mostly the (fellow) enthusiasm for the hermanos and how very nice your messages to me are :'D An absolute honor to provide some of that hermanos content for you!

asdfasdf I'm so glad that the reverse hermanos have earned a place on the rotisserie in your brain! And of course you can have some redux headcanons- it's the complete opposite of a bother and I should be thanking you for giving me the chance to talk about it! And like you said, it's Andres' birthday so we might as we do something about it ;)

Some redux headcanons!

Andres likes picking out Sergio's outfits and gets annoyed when Sergio ignores his choices

Sergio truly just lets Andres do whatever he wants (as long as he deems it physically safe), so Andres never had a rebellious phase

They go camping/hiking every once in a while. Andres is very vocal about how much he hates it, but he always come along even when Sergio gives him the option of just staying at home

Andres disliked every single person Sergio attempted to date except for Raquel

Sergio waterboarded Andres with RespectWomen juice

Andres didn't think he was good at drawing (actually, little Andres didn't think he was good at anything) until Sergio told him he was

Andres doesn't know, but sometimes late at night, Sergio wonders if he made the right choice taking Andres in because he isn't sure if he's emotionally equipped to handle both raising and loving another human being. And he has imaginary conversations with his father over it. But the doubts go away eventually once Sergio realizes how much Andres wants to stay with him.

Andres worships the ground Sergio walks on to honestly unhealthy degrees, but Martin's the only one that sees it

In turn, Sergio is incredibly protective of Andres. He's very calm and calculating most of the time, but there was an incident where one of his practice heists went wrong and Andres almost died (on par with the pipe beating from the original Hermanito). And Sergio literally went ballistic, just completely razed the ground

Sergio has a skewed perception of what the "youth" enjoy because he thinks all of Andres' interests are normal for people his age

Sergio is still Sergio lol, so he's not big on the holidays and eats microwave dinners for Christmas. Until he noticed how much Andres craves those kinds of cheesy, commercial celebrations with useless decorations, etc. Not that Andres ever said this out loud (since in their early days, he still thinks Sergio won't want him anymore if he does anything wrong), but Sergio picked up on it via little clues like Andres really enjoying picking holiday cards, etc. So Sergio does his best to make the home as warm as possible whenever the holidays roll around, and the decorations are kind of stiff and he overcooks the ham, but they both really enjoy it.

Andres got a part time job at an ice cream parlor once, and was fired after a week because he was creeping customers out. Sergio thought that was preposterous(!) how can anyone not love his adorable, perfect angel of a little brother???

#anonymous #royalpaperhouse #I hope you enjoy these headcanons for the redux AU!#reverse hermanos #not often that I get to talk about big brother sergio and little brother andres haha

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kneamet · 4 years ago

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Angel of cards (13/16)

Trigger Warning: no.

Summary: Joker, Mr. J, anarchist psychopath, Tom Hiddleston. He had many nicknames. Joker was Gotham’s most dangerous and insightful man, with sharp makeup and horribly memorable scars on his face in the form of a smile. He was absolutely crazy and deadly. No one knows his real identity and everyone is afraid of his cruel jokes. But what happens when he becomes obsessed with an ordinary girl?

She belongs to him. No one can take her away from him. Even The Batman.

Chapter thirteen: the Hospital

"Dear Bruce,

I'll be honest with you... I'm going to marry Harvey Dent. I love him and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. When I said that if Gotham didn't need Batman anymore... we can be together... I wasn't lying. But I'm sure the day will never come when you don't need Batman.

I hope I'm wrong. And if so, I'll be there. But as a friend. If you have lost faith in me, please keep your faith in people.

With everlasting love, Rachel, " Bruce whispered the last sentence softly, resenting the loss. There were gentle tears in his eyes. The hand clutched the paper on which the love words were written.

Why Rachel? Why her? Why exactly the love of his life, and not... someone else? Why did the Joker say this address and not some other address? Why did he name the place where Harvey is?

"Alfred?" Without taking his eyes off the window, his right eyebrow slightly raised, but still with an emotionless, steely voice that had an anxious and trembling note in it, Wayne asked.

In his peripheral vision, Bruce could see that Alfred had entered the room, dressed like a string. He couldn't see his expression or feel his feelings, but he knew that his beloved butler was also deeply sorry.

"Yes, Master Wayne?" asked Alfred, in his usual voice, with a hint of regret in it. He knew how much his master loved Rachel.

"Is it my fault?" Bruce asks with a sigh, feeling the paper get wet because of his sweaty palms from the fear of responsibility. "I was supposed to inspire good... not madness and death, " Wayne's always calm voice faltered. His jaw trembled slightly. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

"You inspired good, but you spat in the face of the Gotham mafia. Did you think there would be no consequences?" Alfred asked, still holding the bottle of wine in his old hands, which Bruce would probably drink in one gulp. "Life always gets worse before it gets better," he sighed again and stood up from his comfortable black chair, turning to Pennyworth.

"But Rachel, Alfred," he countered, raising his voice slightly. It was too much to bear. Will Bruce be able to cope with such grief on his own? Would the general darkness swallow him up?

"Rachel believed in what you stood for. Gotham needs you, " the butler said in a reassuring old voice, moving closer to his master. He just looked down.

"Gotham needs a real hero," a real one. Not like him. Gotham needs someone who can always defend their rights and protect Gotham in a truly legal way. "And I almost let that psycho blow him to hell," Bruce whispered softly, referring to the Joker.

Wayne's hand, which was already holding the piece of paper with the love and voluptuous words, only tightened and tightened. The Joker. This blood-pumping and frenzied lunatic who only thinks about how to destroy Gotham.

And what about his equally beloved Blake? The same person who could always support him when Rachel was away? And if Rachel, he sighed, could be subject to that darkness, he didn't notice it for Blake.

Still, what does this fucking nutcase want with his best friend's niece? Bruce licked his parched lips of honey that had become wet from the tears of the meek.

He must understand everything.

***

"She wanted to wait for me," Harvey mumbled, gripping his aching knuckles tightly. He could still see the pleas and screams of his beloved as she died. Rachel. He opened his mouth slightly in annoyance, pulling his lower jaw forward. Will he be able to live without everything now?

First, the Joker took away the first ray of light in his life — Blake. His beloved niece, whom he adored with all his kindred love. Would he have been able to break into the ranks of prosecutors if he hadn't been there? Hardly.

The second thing the Joker took from him was Rachel. His favorite, his sweetest girl, for whom he was willing to do anything. Exactly the same one. The one who always supported him, helped him.

He didn't listen to Gordon's useless talk. Even aside from the fact that he was a very nice person who really felt sorry for him, Harvey didn't want to see him right now. His obsessive and mumbling behavior only irritated him and injected more anger.

"I'm sorry about Rachel," he said suddenly, after a long silence that lasted about a mortal two minutes. Dent choked on his breath. "The doctor says you have a terrible pain, but you don't take your medication. That you refuse... from a skin graft, " knowing that it would not entail anything good, Gordon said quietly. Harvey only stifled a guttural growl. Idiot. Idiot. What kind of mumbling creature is this?

"You remember that name... what you gave me... When did I work for you?" Dent asked, turning to face Jim, who was standing with his head down and his brown-and-green cap in his hands.

He could see the flash of fear in the commissioner's eyes, but immediately suppressed. Is he afraid of him? But why? What's there to be afraid of? These burns on the second half of the face? Or what?

"How was it, Gordon?" he asked in a more severe voice, squinting his right eye.

"Harvey, I am..."

"Speak up," Harvey said in a steely and very stern voice, feeling an uneasy shiver run down his spine. He knew the nickname. Knew. "Speak up!"

"Two-face. Harvey is two-faced."

"Why hide who I am now?" the man asked, baring his teeth and swallowing.

"I'm sorry," Gordon said in a low voice, only clinging more tightly to himself. He didn't like being shouted at, even though he'd seen a lot of things in his life.

"No," came the steely reply again.

***

Damn Moroni! The Joker thought furiously. His thoughts were now just a hailstorm of thoughts and a chaotic chaos that couldn't calm down. He licked his dry, bland, cold lips with a rough tongue. He was walking briskly toward Harvey Dent's room.

Oh, yes, the very man he had almost killed, and whom Batman had saved just in time. What a good boy he is. He would have to do it again somehow, and arrange a soft and favorable game for his favorite toy.

Although to be honest, Batman was eerily boring. That mumbling, stern voice and thoughts that he couldn't even properly show and say. Were you sure he was Bruce Wayne, the son of rich parents?

The Joker clenched his fists. His nostrils flared wide and he drew in a sharp breath. He resisted the urge to grimace. He likes the smell of the hospital. Medical supplies and equipment. Terribly. It's disgusting. Antiseptics for surface treatment, autoclave, hospital food, quartz, and the patients themselves, who apparently rarely wash, also had an unpleasant smell.

The Joker pressed the black plastic doorknob, pushing open the white door and entering a room that was clearly designed for premium guests. He chuckled, licking his painted lips again. Sloppy.

He quickly looked around the room, trying to find something that could be used against him. His quick and deft eye caught only a small silver tray, but he was unlikely to be able to defend himself with it.

The Joker sat down on the brown chair next to Harvey's bed. What beautiful burns the fire had left him, the Joker grinned. It definitely suits him. And how he hadn't done that to himself before. He stifled a small laugh.

"Hi," the Joker drawled, grinding his teeth together and making an unpleasant sound. Harvey, of course, woke up. The man saw the body of the injured patient tremble slightly and suddenly Harvey turns his head, shuddering slightly and trying to stand up.

"You know..." the Joker drawled again, prolonging the intrigue, until suddenly he noticed the terrible look of his interlocutor. Why is he looking so surprised? Oh, yes, the nurse's costume. In general, he liked it.

The Joker, or rather Tom, always liked to dress in women's suits. He felt to the bottom sometimes... more complete, or what? Yes, I suppose so, considering that it was only his mother who took care of Tom at the time.

He pulled back his fake red hair, trying to mess it up even more. Although it would seem that much more? They were already in a very sloppy state.

"...I don't want any hard feelings between us, Harvey, " the Joker curled his lips in disdain, slightly pinching his nose and frowning. "When my angel..." The Joker liked this savage look of Harvey, who was ready to tear anyone up for his favorite girls in the form of Blake and Rachel. But now that neither one, that is, Harvey, nor the other, that is, Bruce, has a favorite, how will they cope now?

How good it was that he had an angel of his own.

"Blake!" said Harvey loudly. The Joker grinned imperceptibly and raised his hands in the air, as if admitting the truth of the other person.

"...my angel was kidnapped ... " the Joker continued, taking great pleasure in Dent's anger. "...I didn't kidnap her. More precisely, I kidnapped her, but not to kill her. I'll do you a huge favor... My angel, or yours, or maybe Bruce's, Blake, is still alive. And I confess from the bottom of my heart, I'm being a gentleman to her," he saw Harvey's displeased face.

What doesn't he like? His niece is alive and well, she is happy to spend time with him, what is the problem?

"By the way, I didn't detonate those bombs," the Joker said quickly, as if trying to get off the subject, raising his hands again and licking his lips. To be honest, it was not pleasant for him to go without his favorite gloves.

It's terrible to look at your scars. They're so awful, Tom thought, suddenly breaking into the Joker's thoughts. Go away, Thomas! You're in the way! And didn't the Joker tell you that it's not exactly the right time to show up? Yes, and that very moment of obsession.

"These are your people. Your plan!" accused Harvey loudly, trying to rebel again, but the Joker only let out a nervous laugh, after which Det immediately stopped moving, froze with his eyes wide open.

"Do I look like someone who has a plan?" the Joker asked in an insistent tone, arching an eyebrow. He chuckled. However, suddenly, his eyes widened and he quickly jumped out of the chair, lowering his shoulders down and taking quick steps towards the door.

Harvey asked when the Joker was already out the door, but still not closing the door. The man just smiled reassuringly.

"My angel will miss you, I know, but I promise I'll beat the crap out of her and she'll be my wife," the Joker said unctuously, watching as Harvey's eyes began to grow larger. He tried to do something again and began to move quickly, trying to free himself and stand up. Suddenly, a door slammed. "Goodbye, Harvey-ee-ee," the Joker sang.

The man began to walk quickly towards the main exit. Now the fun begins. I wonder if the media will like this show? But he didn't want to think about it now. His biggest concern right now was his angel. Oh, how she must have missed him... Hungry and bored for sure. Well, he would help her.

And now we need to kill Harvey Dent.

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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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Chrisley Johnny remillard is unaware of what happened to him as Luke George and he took the position after he was not allowed in the company and from our son's brother put him on ice and sent him off he actually did something to him. He blamed our son but the sun started taking work from him and he was slow and incompetent kept saying a sun was when he was never inside to get mad pull the gun on him at a cookout so it was because of chlorine it's really her brother who is not her brother it was Mike the maintenance man and he had him do it on purpose and set up the whole thing Lewis brains out actually they put new brains in them blew the brain out he was already in The matrix and he ran it to blame him for taking it over and Mac didn't know because the photo was not disclosed he disclosed it later and it was a big mistake and he wasn't aware of it Trump had him do it no but that's what happened it was just in stasis he woke up and said he lost a couple days or a day figured I was one that but couldn't figure out what happened so he thought he blacked out if any thought he was shot but he remembered stuff. The facility that Mike the maintenance man took him to was Australia and we're getting information but we know where it was because we did the research and investigation it's our destination not yours

Also he did this truck thing he's on charge charges and Darrell Brooks is his name to try and hit our people not anyone else's and it's sitting next door looking like him and did that on purpose too and he got arrested and stuff on purpose to change the character and come back and he's saying something to his and he has been and we knew the code and we've been intercepting them and taking the cars and trucks and big trucks motorcycles all of them we've been taking and making our Briggs & Stratton engines and vehicles mostly that and the car too

Thor Freya

My husband is funny is doing the Egyptian voice cuz that's what John remillard did to his dad for no reason except he's an idiot no he's after the AI because he wants to be the only one the only inventor he's also sitting on my husband for that reason to try and prove it to us and others that he's the inventor I grabbing the AI when she doesn't have yet among other things and he lost everything doing it there's a lot of other people in town have the same plan. Carnegie Mellon has outed him as a fraud will and Bill said it and our sons known the whole time he's just like Tommy Allen a complete fraud and Tim Doyle told him about it he says he has to discredit Tim Doyle we're just trying anyways cuz he's sitting behind him it shouldn't be in that position. It's too dangerous and they need me and you're going to f*** it up is what they say and we're helping and and Max is helping now all the max are helping and regular folks kill off your tribe because you're useless that's what they're doing and this is what you're on trial for we've been taking every single vehicle and making Briggs and Stratton cars and motors every single vehicle and taking over your plants too and your recycling facilities with every car that tries to find us or hit us and hit other people in effigy and plan to and all those locks that you prepared to try and use from our hours because of your stupid mouth and it's right against me next door you're going down you're a criminal and you shouldn't be near me you're an escape prisoner your name is John remillard

I see this guy Trump and his friend cheesman with the equipment it was running the jet and they saw a pictures of him and they have evidence he fixed the jet before 9/11 occurred now he's saying that nobody cares about 9/11 and that's not true either they had to do it to themselves you don't know who's in the building and you don't know how they're controlling it and you're a liar and you tell them that to their face and they of course don't believe you you're a moron you sit here trying to tell me s*** that's totally stupid can't wait till you're gone you can caveman

So this is her son and the idiot talking back so we're going to go after him but we are taking all the vehicles and we're making solely Briggs & Stratton a lot of people are going to buy the product because of it and they're probably led into Florida hopefully to watch him get beat up and try and find us

Thor Freya

He's a lot of fun but really this guy's a huge a****** sits are having to described him over and over and over and is threatening his daughter right now to crush her head with a truck and hear my husband saying they're going to kill you and we haven't method all set up for after this and it's Brian and Brian and that is going to be with him Tommy favino's going to try too cuz you're an idiot we're feeling stupid s***

Hera

Zues

No one out of this they have all this video of us doing that and they're going to go after us and you keep opening your mouth and ruining everyone's day it's like why they're doing it you stupid putts anyways your own lawyer and you have no f****** clue what you're doing

Cheeseman

And it's hard now we're going to get this idiot

Olympus

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familyvideowithsteve · 7 years ago

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Between life... and death... - Thomas | Pt 2

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Thomas and Y/n.. they didn't get as lucky as Newt and Minho did.

With Teresa they found a room with medical equipment, Thomas lied Y/n on a stretcher but Teresa saw an opportunity to find a cure, the twins were both here, one between life and death, but the other was about to be unconscious.

Using a needle, she put Thomas to sleep, made him lie on a stretcher and tied the both of them.

She did the first idea that came through her head earlier in the day, she took some of both their blood and put it together with the disease, and she was right, all along she was right, their blood, together, as a whole, was fighting the disease, destroying it.

They were the key to end all this. They were the cure. They could save Newt. They could save thousands of lives.

She was about to take more blood to prepare a serum when Y/n opened her eyes, she kept them semi-opened because of the lights hurting her eyes, she looked around her and saw Thomas lied on a stretcher similar to hers, he was tied up, like her of course, she also saw Teresa taking blood from him, going to her desk and walking to her with an empty needle.

“You amaze me, Teresa,” she whispered, her vocal cords hurting from screaming, and she looked up to meet her eyes.

“Seriously, you always seem to win. Everyone’s losing except you, you’re winning.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your goal was and is to find a stupid cure, and look, to find it you’re ready to kill a brother and his sister, you’re killing the children of a mother who did everything in her power to protect us, her efforts will die in vain with us, but it’s fine. Keep doing it. No one can stop you anyway.” She sadly finished, moving her gaze to her brother.

Teresa frowned, and stayed with the empty needle in front of Y/n, ready to insert it in her arm.

“Just do it, Teresa.” She said, looking back at her.

They exchanged looks, and Teresa inserted the needle in her arm but took enough blood for one serum.

She went back to her desk and started to do her work, mixing the blood and separating the antibodies from the rest.

“What the hell?” Thomas said, pulling at his straps.

“Oh, the sleeping beauty is awake.” Y/n sarcastically said.

At the sound of her voice, he looked up and saw she was also tied up.

He also saw Teresa, then frowned as he was completely lost.

“What the hell Teresa?!”

She ignored him as she separated the cells of the immune system from the blood, then mixing it with the base of the serum.

And there she had it.

As Thomas was about to say something Janson stepped into the lab, a bruise on his forehead. He held out his gun and pointed it at Teresa.

She felt his presence so she turned around, the serum tight in her hand.

“I must admit..You're full of surprises.” He said to Teresa, but his hand didn't move. The gun was still pointed out at her forehead.

“Drawing her blood out would have been completely useless, I needed their blood, and now I have a cure.”

“Give it to me.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I’ll kill them both.” He said and moved his arm to point the gun at Y/n.

“No! Don't! Here!” She handed him the serum, his gun still pointed at Y/n he lowered it but shot a bullet in her leg.

A cry of pain escaped her mouth and Thomas screamed, anger building up.

He smirked but lowered his head and both of his hands to use the serum, but while he did that Teresa took an Erlenmeyer flask and hit him with it.

His body fell on the floor, she took the serum and rushed to Thomas to untie him, together they rushed to Y/n, untied her as well, Teresa took a compress and put it on her wound.

“It’s going to be okay, just hold on. Put pressure until we find something. ” She whispered to her.

“It’s funny you would say that, you were the one hurting me not so long ago.”

“Let's just leave.” She added and Thomas helped her get back on her feet, a hand around her waist to help her walk.

They nearly did a few steps Janson already was back on his feet, Thomas saw him but didn't have the time to warn anyone he just grabbed the girls and made them rush to a room.

They all heard the detonation but hopefully, no one was shot.

She started to look around to find something for Y/n but the sound of the door opening made her stop.

“Hide. And keep the pressure on your thigh. I’ll find something.” She whispered softly and crawled to hide.

She hid under a desk, right in front of Thomas’s hiding spot, but she didn't really have any possibilities, he was well hidden in the dark, the emplacement for the chair was deeper, he had fewer chances of being seen, her, not so much, she had more chances that Janson saw her with the small green lights above them.

“Thomas.” He almost sang, devilishly.

Y/n tried to hide better but he eventually saw her moving, he gripped at her wounded leg and pulled her to him, she kept the cries of pain to herself, keeping the pressure on her thigh as he was pointing the gun at her, again.

“Give me what I want and I’ll let her go, Thomas.” He said, turning his head to see if anything or anyone moved.

“Really? You would be ready to let me kill your sister?”

Thomas kept staying silent, he moved silently to a chair and grabbed it by its legs.

“If so, then.” His finger was on the trigger.

He just had to pull it.

“Hey, Janson!” He screamed and got on his feet to throw the chair against the glass door that protected them from two Cranks.

The chair weakened the door but didn't break it.

“You missed you little shit.” He said through gritted teeth and pointed his gun at Thomas.

“Did I?”

The Cranks used the weakness to break the door and ran to Janson, they attacked him and Teresa rushed to Y/n with a medical hose to restrict the blood circulation around her thigh.

Making sure she still had the serum she helped Y/n to get back on her feet, and left the room with Thomas, both an arm around her waist to help her walk… only to find a guard who was also leaving a room.

They tried to not pull the attention to themselves until the guard pulled out the mask and Gally revealed himself.

“What the hell happened?”

“I’m seeing Gally’s ghost now, what a nightmare.” Both Gally and Y/n said at the same time.

“We’ll talk about this later, let’s leave, now,” Thomas said.

“We need to move quickly, Lawrence and the rebels are getting into the city, they’re most likely going to burn everything.”

“Where are Newt and Minho?”

“A few blocks from here, when I left them Newt wasn’t feeling good, I don’t know how much time he has.”

“I have the serum, if we’re quick enough we’ll save him.”

With Gally they left the laboratories and took the stairs as the elevators couldn’t work, there was barely enough power for the lights, the power cut could happen at any moment.

When Gally opened the door of the stairs he looked at the way they had to walk.

“We’re never going to make it, if we carry Y/n we’ll be faster, otherwise we’re doomed.”

“Alright.” Thomas whispered and indicated Teresa he would be carrying Y/n down the stairs, and that’s what they did, they went faster and arrived at the entrance area, it was empty, and very silent, it seemed odd.

Until they heard something similar to detonations, like bombs, hitting on floors above them.

They ran to the exit and found the rebels fighting against what was left of WCKD’s guards.

Thomas put Y/n back on her feet and turned to Gally.

“Can you cover me?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, Teresa give me the serum, I’ll go faster with Gally, I’ll give it to Newt, and you..” he said as he turned to his sister.

“Teresa will help you to walk, I have to get to Newt-”

“I know, just go.”

He smiled a little, Teresa handed him the serum, and with Gally, they left running.

Y/n looked at them disappearing behind a building then turned to Teresa.

“Why are you helping me? You could leave me to die... Why are you doing this?”

“I never meant for all of this to happen, all I ever wanted was to find a cure, and I found it, and.. I’m sorry... For everything I’ve done..”

“It’s okay..” Y/n smiled a little at her, she didn’t seek revenge, she never did, she wanted this to be over and it was about to be.

Teresa put an arm around her waist to help her walk and together they went where Thomas and Gally previously went.

Teresa knew the city by heart, but with Y/n’s wound, they were much slower, which made it more complicated to walk for Y/n since every vibration on her leg felt like a knife digging deeper in her flesh.

Teresa kept encouraging her, and as they walk to the right block they came across a shocking scene.

Minho unconscious on the ground, Newt with a gun in his hand, pointing it at Thomas, his eyes were charcoal like, his veins black, he was breathing heavily and his throat made horrible sounds.

He had turned.

Gally was in front of him, next to Thomas, when the girls arrived they heard the sound of the trigger being pulled, at first no one understood until Thomas looked down and saw blood on his shirt, he was bleeding out.

Newt shot him in the abdomen. Everything was happening almost like in slow motion.

Y/n let out a small scream at the sight of Thomas falling on the ground; Teresa couldn’t move, she was like paralyzed by fear.

Newt’s emotions were all over the place, anger, revenge, confusion, but when he saw her, Teresa, he wanted her blood, no, he needed her blood.

His angered glare was fully focused on Teresa, their eyes locking.

“Newt..” Y/n whispered, sorrowful, she slowly limped to him and to Thomas, hiding her pain.

His eyes quickly traveled to Y/n, but it’s like he couldn't recognize her, his sick mind clouded his brain, he looked back at Teresa, but he recognized her, how could he forget she betrayed them, and worked with the same people who made so many people suffer, especially his best friends.

He needed her blood. He was thirsty for her blood.

So he moved the gun to Teresa and Gally tried to step closer.

It was so silent when Newt pulled the trigger, all you could hear was the detonation it created, he felt no remorse as he watched Teresa moving slightly with the bullet going into her chest.

“No..” whispered both Y/n and Thomas.

Gally stepped closer to Newt, fearing he would kill them one by one, he put his hands in the air to show him he was harmless, but he had to go slow, any sudden moves would provocate him and he would hurt them.

He had his gun in his hand, ready to shoot, but he let go of his weapon to take the WCKD’s knife in his uniform.

Y/n hobbled back to Teresa, who was now on the ground, her breathing rhythm incredibly irregular, Thomas crawled to them, his eyes watering.

“Teresa..” he whispered, feeling the emotion getting to him.

Y/n looked at them, then at Newt whom, had his knife in his hand, ready to do anything.

She knew Teresa couldn't be saved, and Newt too, at the look of the broken glass of the serum.

She decided to go to Newt, maybe she could help Gally to make him less harmful.

“Newt..” she calmly said, her hands above her to show she didn't have any weapon.

Her and Gally carefully walked to him, while Thomas held Teresa’s hand.

“I’m- I-” she tried to say but failed, her wound was lethal, nothing could save her.

“Shush, it’s okay.” He whispered softly, tears prickling his eyes.

“Thomas..” she let out, feeling her end was close.

Their eyes locked, he brought her hand to his lips as he watched her exhale her last breath.

His lips let out a cry of despair at the sight of her lifeless body, he turned his head to see Newt, alive, yes, but not for long, he assumed.

Gally’s movements towards Newt were stirring up his anger, his desire for blood, so when Y/n whispered to Gally she controlled the situation as she was slowly walking in front of Newt.

“Newt? Do you recognize me?” She softly asked.

He seemed to soften a bit at her sight, he was holding tight the knife, his eyes locked on Y/n.

“It’s me, Y/n.”

“Y/n.,” he whispered, a wheeze escaping his lips, sending goosebumps to Y/n.

“Yes, it’s me.” She smiled, trying to step closer to him to take the knife from him slowly.

“I don’t mean you any harm, I promise.” She whispered, moving slowly her hand to his, feeling his warm skin, if only it was Newt and not a sick, death threatening person.

His head looked at her fingers on his hand, and something snapped in his sick brain, he moved his head back to look at her, his black, charcoal-like eyes locking through hers, she had a small hold on his hand.

“Help me.”

“Tell me how.”

His eyes left hers to look at the knife in his hand, he was tightening his grip on the handle, letting go of her fingers.

She was so confused she understood too late what he meant, Newt needed help leaving his world, he needed help to die, he never wanted to stay alive if he was a crank.

She tried to stop him, taking the handle but Newt was gone, the sick boy returned and pushed her to the ground with a horrifying sound leaving his lips.

Unfortunately, she fell on her wounded leg, the adrenaline did a good job at stopping the pain for awhile but now that it was over she started to feel the effects of her efforts.

Gally rushed to Newt as soon as he saw Y/n no longer controlled the situation, both Thomas and Y/n couldn’t see Newt, just Gally trying to force him to not hurt himself, but being a crank, he had an advantage, he was stronger than Gally, so when his hands were being pulled by him he used his strength to get the knife closer to him.. So close it went in his chest.

He inhaled a breath of comfort and peace, Gally pulled away, and the three looked at Newt, horrified.

“Newt!” Y/n screamed, he raised his head and blood escaped his mouth, he was about to fall violently on the ground but Gally caught him and helped him to lie on the ground.

Gally didn’t know what to do, he was as shocked as Thomas and Y/n were.

Newt’s hands went around his neck, showing Gally something.

“G-Give this... Tommy..” he struggled to say, he looked one last time at Gally and he exhaled his last breath, his hand falling, lifeless on the concrete.

Gally took the object around his neck, it was necklace made in leather with a small circular thing in silver.

Thomas felt like nothing felt right, like everything he accomplished didn’t matter, he came to rescue his sister and his best friend, they’re both hurt, one unconscious on the ground, the other wounded on her leg and in shock, Teresa died, Newt just died too.

Everything seemed like a nightmare. The worst nightmare ever.

He just lost faith, his whole body just lost faith, he just gave up, he didn’t want to fight anymore, so he closed his eyes and hoped he was going to leave and never come back.

Y/n begun to feel she was in another simulation, everything was going so wrong it had to be that, it had to be WCKD playing tricks to her mind.

“No. Nothing’s real. It’s all in your head.” She whispered, taking her head in her hands, trying to force herself to wake up, but this was the reality.

She closed her eyes and kept on whispering things like “Nothing’s real”, while a sound caught Gally’s ears, it was the sound of a berg, he knew they were here for them, Jorge, Brenda, Frypan, and Vince.

He looked around him and saw that Thomas was now unconscious, Minho was too, and Y/n was in pure shock, whispering things he couldn’t hear.

“Y/n.” He said, putting Newt’s necklace in his pocket and walking to her.

It’s by being closer he understood she was totally in shock and possibly losing her mind, he repeated her name a few times but it’s like her mind was close, she was sure all of this was WCKD’s doing, a trick to have to snap.

“Y/n, listen to me!” He said, cupping her cheeks with his hands, his eyes locking on hers.

“This is real, WCKD no longer exists, and we have to help Thomas and Minho.”

“It’s-”

“You’re here with me, you’re real and in shock, and WCKD is dead, they can’t hurt you.”

The words “WCKD is dead” were enough to calm her a bit, she looked around and saw that the city was being destroyed by rebels, skyscrapers were falling one by one, Gally let go of his hands on her cheeks and helped her to get back on her feet.

The sound of the berg came closer and they saw it above them, fortunately, they saw where they were and could stop the engine near them, Brenda, Vince, and Frypan ran to them while Jorge waited for them to leave as soon as possible.

Y/n instinctively went to Thomas, she uncomfortably kneeled next to him, not caring if she was in pain, she looked at his wound on his abdomen, blood was pouring out of it, she put her hand on the wound, adding some pressure.

She put her free fingers around his wrist to check for a pulse, there was one, it was weak, but it was there.

“Don’t leave me alone, Thomas, please, I don’t want my brother to die on me.”

And maybe... Maybe a glimmer of hope was back in Thomas.

Brenda, Vince, and Frypan found Gally and Y/n, they helped to put Thomas and Minho in the berg, once they were in, Y/n wanted to be close to her brother but the adrenaline stopped again and she started to feel dizzy, she looked at her leg and saw that the medical hoose around her thigh was beginning to lose its toughness.

She knew she would fall unconscious so she carefully stepped to Gally leaning on the wall of the berg, hopefully, he was only feets away, she rested her fingers on his arm, and he turned around she lost consciousness, falling in his arms, he put her next to Thomas, tightening the medical hose around her thigh, staying close to her in case there was a problem.

But at least the twins were next to each other.

Salt. It’s the first thing Thomas smelt, then he opened his eyes, and saw that he was in a small hut made of wood. He sat on the bed and pulled his shirt to take a look at his wound, it was almost healed, then he understood he wasn’t dead, he was alive.

He turned his head and started to remember everything that happened... Newt and Teresa... He felt as if he completely failed, he wanted to save his sister and his best friend, and in return, he lost two of his friends, how fair was that?

He got up, and left the hut, he was greeted by the sea, the strong odor of salt, the unclouded sky, and the sun.

He closed his eyes for a few, enjoying the sun on his face, taking a deep breath, to him it smelled good, it smelt like paradise, peace, finally.

He opened his eyes and noticed people gathering in many places, some were gardening, others were building tools or other necessities for the camp.

He stepped up when he saw Minho and Jorge on steps that actually were seats made in stone when they needed to reunite people.

When he got closer he saw that his friend was sculpting something, and Jorge was doing the exact same thing.

Minho was so focused on what he was doing he didn't see or hear Thomas arriving, he was trying to occupy his body and his mind to cope with Newt’s death.

It was Jorge, who shook his arm and showed him, Thomas.

He immediately was on his feet and stepped to him, they both had pained looks on their face as they were embracing tightly.

When they pulled back, Minho knew what is next question would be, so he showed the immense garden before them.

“She’s with Gally, somewhere in the garden.”

He nodded and went to find her, giving a small smile to Jorge, he entered the garden, it was alleys of vegetables and trees, in one of them he found Brenda planting strawberries plants.

“Hey.” She lifted her head and a smile formed on her lips.

“Thomas! I’m glad to know you're okay.” She softly said, then quickly apologized because she couldn't embrace him with her covered in soil.

“It’s okay, um.. have you seen my sister? Minho told me she’s with Gally but it’s immense here..”

“Oh, yeah, they're planting apple trees in the last alley.”

He thanked her and went back to find his sister, to the last alley, he knew he got closer when he started to hear them.

“...see Thomas? Was he awake?” He recognized Gally immediately, he kept going as he could hear her response more clearly.

“Not since yesterday. I’m afraid he might.. you know..”

“He won't, he’s strong. He has you, he would be stupid to leave his twin behind after everything we all went through.”

“I hope you're right.”

“I’m always right.”

He finally passed the last alley and saw Gally on the ground, planting the seeds, and Y/n with some sort of a splint around her entire leg, tools in her hand.

“He’s right,” Thomas said and they both turned their heads to see him on his feet, alive and well.

Y/n gasped, letting go of the tools, and clumsily limped to him and threw herself into his arms.

He warmly embraced her back, and for once he truly smiled, kissing her temple he let himself enjoy this moment with his sister.

They felt so happy to be reunited, and not in danger, finally.

“When did you wake up?”

“Something like.. twenty minutes ago?” He said, pulling back.

“How’s your wound?”

“I’m alright, don't worry, how is your leg?”

“I’m alright.” They smiled at each other, and Gally kindly let them reunite, he knew how Y/n was worried, so he preferred to let them together.

Together they went through the alleys to walk to the beach.

They spent hours talking, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, watching the waves, the sun getting low as hours passed by.

Brenda warned them Vince wanted everyone together to talk a bit, and to reunite.

They walked from the beach to where everyone was, seating side by side next to Minho.

Vince showed them a knife, and the memorial made of rock behind him, saying the giant piece of rock was to commemorate the deads, and to help the livings moving on, and most importantly that they need to rush, mourning was a process that each went through at their own pace.

That reminded Y/n of Newt’s necklace she wore, she kept it around her neck to wait for Thomas.

So when it was over, she pulled the necklace from her neck and gave it to Thomas.

“In his last moments, Newt wanted you to have this... I didn't open it. Now it’s your choice to do it or not.” She said and left towards her shack, he saw her limping and his eyes went back to the necklace made of leather.

He saw the pendant could be opened so he did and pulled up a small thing in paper, he unfolded it and saw three letters, he understood they were from Newt and immediately almost put them back in.

But he got curious so he started reading it, and shortly tears were falling on his cheeks, he didn't know he would cry, but the emotion was too much for him, he had to let the sadness go.

The loss of his best friend was hard, but there's nothing he can't do, he knows that everyone knows that.

Right now, it feels hard, impossible even, but after.. it’ll feel better. It will get better.

The words really moved him for the all night, he didn't go to sleep, he couldn't, instead, he lied on the beach, watching the starry sky slowly turning to the sunny one.

He then felt more in peace, so he got on his feet, and walked to the camp, only to see his twin engrave a name on the stone.

When she was done she handed him the tools and took a final look of the name.

Newt.

Himself he engraved the name, feeling a bit better each time the tip hit the stone.

Remembering the words of the letter helped him keep going, at this point he could hear Newt’s voice pronouncing the words.

Teresa.

‘Dear Thomas,

This is the first letter I can remember writing. Obviously, I don't know if I wrote any before the Maze. But, even if it's not my first, it's likely to be my last. I want you to know that I'm not scared. Well, not of dying, anyway. It's more forgetting. It's losing myself to this virus, that's what scares me.

So every night I've been saying their names out loud. Alby, Winston, Chuck. And I repeat them over and over like a prayer and it all comes flooding back. Just the little things like when the sun used to hit the Glade at that perfect moment right before it slipped beneath the walls. And I remember the taste of Frypan's stew. I never thought I'd miss that stuff so much.

And I remember you. I remember the first time you came up in the Box, just a scared little Greenie who couldn't even remember his own name. From that moment you ran into the Maze, I knew I would follow you anywhere.

And I have. We all have.

If I could do it all over again, I would. And I wouldn't change a thing. My hope for you is when you're looking back, years from now, you'll be able to say the same. The future is in your hands now, Tommy. And I know you'll find a way to do what's right. You always have.

Take care of everyone for me. And take care of yourself. You deserve to be happy.

Thank you for being my friend.

Goodbye, mate.

Newt.’

He didn't feel peaceful right away, but it would come, he was mourning at his own pace.

He just needed time, and he had all the time in the world.

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