#angry youth elite

[mikashisus]

KID AND LEVERET

synopsis: ❝ i was the leveret in hiding ❞ ❝ kid among beasts of metal and malice. ❞ the years in which you and kinich found each other, lost each other, and found each other again in a world riddled with conflict that was intent on keeping you apart.

taglist. @wystiix @pneumosia @kazuinvocation @pixelcafe-network

word count. 4.5k ( contents : angst, conflict, implied alcoholism, implied abuse )

notes. im so glad i was able to get this done in time, i was rlly scared i wouldn't be able to :') this is my secret santa gift for @knnichs !! i hope u like it zira!! <33 i put in a ton of effort to make it as enjoyable as possible despite my less than satisfactory writing 🤕 also, this was loosely based off yaelokre's song "kid and leveret" which i will literally sell my soul for. gonna loop that song for forever when it finally releases, mark my words

The first time you decided to run away from the castle had been when you were seven years old. At the time, your parents had sent every general they could out into the vast fields and forests to search for you.

A lost, small child would be extremely hard to find, but they were confident they would be able to find you. You couldn’t have gone far— after all, you had always been afraid to go outside the royal city’s gates by yourself. 

General Capitano, one of the most elite soldiers in Eirene’s military and one of your father’s most loyal men, had been the one to bring you back within the castle walls. You had kicked and screamed when he found you quite far from the kingdom’s gates. However, your tantrum did not phase him in the slightest. He simply placed you upon his horse and made haste back to the castle to return you to your parents. 

Your mother— bless her soul —had been weeping tears of joy upon your return, and immediately had the maids draw you a bath to rid your skin of the dirt and grime, and your hair of the leaves and twigs. She hadn’t left your side for days after that, for fear of her baby once again slipping through her fingers. 

The second time you attempted to run away from home had been when you were thirteen years old— seven years after your first attempt. It lasted longer than the last. You managed to get to the far outskirts of the kingdom’s vast land before your personal guard (and babysitter), General Capitano, once again found you. You kicked and screamed again, reminding him of the first time you both had gone through this scenario. 

However, just like the last time, he was not phased. He picked you up with ease and perched you on his black horse, taking you back to the castle. 

Your mother paced back and forth in front of the bathtub, her hands on her hips as she bit her lip. The two maids who were washing you eyed her nervously out of the corner of their eyes. One of them even shared an uneasy glance with you. You simply shrugged and stared at your mother, waiting for another one of her long lectures. 

A few tense moments passed, the only sound being the sloshing of the water in the tub and a soap-filled sponge making contact with your skin. Finally, the excruciating silence was broken as your mother turned to face you, her visage riddled with resignation. 

“Leave us.” She addressed the maids quietly, and without a word, the two of them stepped back and fled the room, most likely sensing the oncoming lecture. 

Your mother pulled up a chair next to the tub and sat down, folding her hands neatly into her lap. She nervously fiddled with her fingers as she took a deep sigh. “I’m not angry with you for sneaking out,” she told you softly, “I just want to know why you are so intent on leaving the castle without a guard. You could be hurt, or— or worse, you could die out there! Do you know how many times your brother had left? And what it did to him in the end!?” 

You resisted an eyeroll and a groan of frustration. You heard that story many times. The story of how your older brother, now long gone, had snuck out of the castle in his youth and wound up dead in a river a few weeks later. When your parents had you, they were insistent on never letting you leave the castle under any circumstances— unless you were heavily guarded. 

Understanding their worry, you put up with it for a while. That was until it got to a point where you felt claustrophobic. Being watched at all times was draining, and you felt as if you couldn’t even go to the bathroom without a guard breathing down your neck. You had enough— so you attempted to leave your unhappy life, only to be dragged back. 

“Yes, Mother. I know. You’ve told me this story many times.” You told her, avoiding her worried gaze. 

She grabbed onto one of your hands and held it tightly. “You understand why we worry, yes? You nearly terrified us half to death the last time you slipped away from us.” 

The previous attempt had been because you were curious of the world outside the city’s walls.

“I know, Mother. I’m sorry for worrying you.” You felt a little bad for the anguish you caused her, but deep down, you still had a desire to leave the life your parents were planning out for you. That, and you wished to wander freely without the daunting stone walls caging you in and without an annoying guard to watch over you as if you were a baby. 

You promised your mother that night that you would be reasonable in the future, yet, that was also the last night you ever talked to her. Because that night, you escaped for good. You left the royal city, posing as a guard, and finally, finally tasted the sweetness of freedom that you had been dreaming of for what felt like forever.

Life outside the royal city was harsh, and the weather was even harsher, yet you weren’t completely useless. General Capitano had taught you enough so that you could successfully survive on your own and protect yourself against foes. 

The first village you stumbled upon for solace was a riverside village— one with a number of fishermen and lumberjacks. They welcomed you with open arms, happy to have a new addition to their cozy little home. You didn’t stay long, but their hospitality had always stuck with you. 

One person that always stuck with you was a boy a year younger than you who went by the name Kinich. 

Kinich had been taken in by the others in the village when he was very young, shortly after his parents had passed away. At the time, he had been living in a small hut on the outskirts of the village. When he came stumbling over after all food in his home had run out, the elders of the village took him in with open arms and raised him. 

Kneeling by the riverbed and gathering water into a flask, you spotted something laying in the sand just underneath the shallow water. Your curiosity took over, and you reached forward to pick it up. Your fingers smoothed over its surface as you turned it this way and that, trying to make out what it was in the dying sunlight.

“It’s a seashell.” A voice behind you said.

You jumped and turned, almost falling into the river as you did so. The boy acted quickly, pulling on your arm to prevent you from falling in. As soon as you were safely back onto the riverbed, he let go of you and pointed to the object in your palm. 

“That’s a seashell.”  He repeated.

Your eye twitched and you sent him a look. “I heard you the first time,” you quipped, glancing down at the shell in your palm, “what’s this doing here, anyway? I thought the closest oceanside town was on the other side of the region near Seameet Port?” 

He wasn’t phased by your nasty tone. “It’s from Augustbury. By the shore.” 

Your eyes widened at the name of the desert-side town. “Augustbury is far South… How did you get this? Are you from there?” 

He wordlessly shook his head. “Another nation.” Well, that explained his foreign name. “Came here when I was young. What about you?” 

Looking away from his striking green and yellow eyes, you looked back down at the shell laying in your palm. You turned it over, silently admiring it. You always wanted to see the ocean. Instead, you had been forced to live in a castle in the mountains far up north. But now… you could do whatever you pleased, whenever you pleased. 

You didn’t have a guard breathing down your neck, and no parents to lecture you anymore. You were free. You could roam the continent and see the wonders the world had to offer. You could go to Augustbury. 

Realizing you hadn’t answered his question, you stood up and met his gaze head on, a determined look in your eyes. You made up a lie, claiming you were from Northpass— a small village located on the outskirts of Eirene’s land and a bit north of this one. It was a renowned hunting village, but considerably poor. 

Kinich, who’s expression hadn’t changed from one of stoicism this entire time, took in your words. Whether or not he believed your lie, you didn’t know. But he never asked any further questions, and instead leaned down to pick up another shell laying in the sand. 

“This is a conch. If you put it up to your ear, you can hear the sound of ocean waves.” 

The following two months, you met Kinich at the riverbank, and he told you stories of all kinds of relics he had found in Augustbury by the shore. Each one he picked from his collection had a story behind it. You listened attentively as he entranced you with his voice, and he’d look away from you nervously, not used to such attention being directed his way.

It was only when a herd of royal guards had raided the village that you decided it was time for you to leave. The screaming of the townsfolk as the guards ransacked their houses and threatened to kill anyone who was incompetent rang in your ears for days to come. The sight of blazing fire was burned into the back of your eyelids and the smell of smoke lingered heavily in your nose for weeks. 

The once lively village that Kinich had called his home ever since he was a child had been ransacked and torn, burned completely to ashes by knights who you had once sworn oaths to protect your family. A bitter hatred settled deep in your gut as you witnessed their destruction. 

The last time you set your sights on Kinich had been amidst your escape. His figure was aglow with the light of orange flames, and tears had been streaming down his tan cheeks. The look of utter despair had been one you never saw on him until that moment, and the guilt eating away at your heart never ceased. You had to leave without him, lest the guards find you. 

You never saw him again. The hope you held in your heart for years to see him once more had been snuffed out. 

“Thanks for yer help, Sir!” A sailor saluted Kinich firmly, stumbling on his own feet as he set the barrel of goods down onto the musty deck of the ship. “Without another pair of hands, we might not’ve been able ta load this here ship by sunset!” 

Kinich nodded curtly, taking a glance at the rather old and decrepit ship. “It was no trouble. I’m sworn to help those in need.” 

The sailor waved him off. “Whateva ya say, kid. Hey, ya need a ride back to Eirene?” The sailor wiped off his forehead with a dirty cloth and set it down on the barrel. “We’re headin’ tha’ direction on our way back to Alryne.” 

Kinich mulled over the offer. He wasn’t in a hurry to get back to Eirene by all means. He wasn’t expected back for a few weeks, as he was still on the quest the King had sent him on a month prior. 

The quest had sent him on a wild goose chase to find an ancient relic stolen from the King’s vault by a master thief with no fixed appearance. How he was supposed to find and capture the criminal when he had nothing to go off of regarding their appearance eluded him. 

All the information he was given was that they were last seen here, in Augustbury, and bought a treasure map off a merchant. Kinich had searched the town high and low, asking all around and even finding the merchant who sold the map, only to come up empty handed. 

No one could give him any details. Strange. 

On top of that, the lost royal highness, the King and Queen’s only child, had been spotted in Aeris— right outside the royal capital —just a week ago. Because of that, the kingdom had been bustling with activity and uproar. If someone located and found the missing royal, they would be paid handsomely by the royal family for their efforts. 

Kinich didn’t care much for a rumor, but he did care about the reward. Whatever it was. He’d gladly take the money and flee the continent to the piece of land bordering this region by sea— the northern, barren lands of a mountainous kingdom called Cairnfelle. 

He’d leave the guard and live out the rest of his life there, free of stress or worry. Knowing him, he’d still take up mercenary work. He couldn’t stay still for one moment, after all. 

“I’m not expected back to my post for a while,” he finally answered, “but there is someplace I’d like you to drop me off. It should be on the way.” 

Without another word, he handed a small pouch of mora to the sailor and hopped aboard the ship. 

The Island of Kairos was once said to be home to a magnificent goddess who ruled over time and wind. The legend stated that once, long long ago, the ancient people of Cairnfelle had erected a glorious temple to honor her and sing her praises. 

As the years passed, the temple deteriorated and the people slowly forgot their goddess, leaving the island in a state of disarray. It slowly became a place unwelcoming to outsiders, draped in a thick fog and drawing many ships to shipwreck ashore from the storms raging just on the outskirts of the fog. 

The island was said to have been in a perpetual state of early morning. Whether or not that was true, Kinich was about to find out. 

Many adventurers in their lifetimes had attempted to reach this island, only to get caught in the swirling protecting storms and meet their untimely demise. 

Kinich was risking his life to reach this island. All for a wild goose chase that he was sure was futile. But he had to do this. He was indebted to the royal family, after all. 

The captain of the ship stepped up next to him, a wary look in his eyes. “Are ya sure ya wanna brave that storm, kid?” 

“Yes.”

That was all he said on the matter, and the captain left him alone for the remainder of the trip. 

“We’re nearing the storm, Cap!” A sailor shouted. “What should we do? We’ll get caught up in it!” 

Kinich turned to the crew. “Do you have a rowboat? I’ll go through it on my own.” 

“What!?” One of them cried incredulously. “You’ll die! It’s too risky!” 

He simply shrugged. “I’ve been through worse. Ever fight monsters from the Abyss head on? A dragon, by chance? A god?” 

The crew was silent. He clicked his tongue. “A simple storm is nothing compared to the foes I’ve faced. Now, do you have a rowboat?” 

Bracing the storm was a feat of skill. But he had spent long enough with Eirene’s Naval fleet to get by just fine. 

It was as if the storm was alive. As if it was trying to push him back and prevent him from reaching the shore. But he persisted, despite the amount of saltwater he swallowed and the coldness of the water drenching his hair and armor. 

Finally, in a last ditch effort as he steadily approached the sand, he stood and launched himself off the rowboat and into the shallow water, paving his way to the shore with heavy arms. He coughed, choking up the saltwater that had gotten in his mouth from the swim, and took a few moments to catch his breath. 

He looked up, meeting the sight of looming pillars and the presence of an eerie wind. He had made it. Successfully. 

He laid on the sand for a short while, staring up at the foggy sky with half lidded eyes. All of a sudden, he felt tired. His whole body felt heavy, as if it was being pulled into the earth. His eyes, struggling to stay open, fell closed unwillingly, and he slipped into a deep sleep. 

The image of his parents filled his head, both of them working in tandem in the same one-room house. Confused, he looked around, taking in the sight of the house he had lived in as a child back in Seameet. 

His mother was cutting up their last stash of grainfruits in the kitchen, her hands working diligently as she absentmindedly hummed a tune he hadn’t heard in many years. 

His father stumbled through the doorway, a beer bottle clutched tightly in his hand. His eyes were glazed over with drunkenness, his words slurring together in a mix of something incoherent. 

Kinich felt his stomach drop. His mother’s eyes sharpened as she set down the cutting knife and rounded on her husband. The two began yelling, and he couldn’t hear a word of it over the ringing in his ears. He went rigid, watching the scene play out before him, his lip trembling at the sight of his mother. 

He remembered now. This was the day his mother left and never returned, leaving him alone with his father. 

He knew how this would play out. His father, in a fit of drunken rage, would raise his hand on Kinich’s mother, and leave her sobbing on the floor. She’d continue making dinner, only to stop midway and retreat to the backyard. His father would leave the house to take his anger out elsewhere, and Kinich would be left to cry alone. 

Then, when his father came back, they’d look for his mother, only to find her gone. 

He jolted awake in a panic, clutching his chest as he heaved and tried to make sense of his surroundings. He was still on the Island of Kairos, right in the sand where he had been when he arrived. 

He sighed heavily, his body shaking ever so slightly as he calmed himself down from the memory he relived. Scrunching his brows together, he turned to look up at the gargantuan, deteriorated temple behind him. 

Had that been a lingering effect of the island? 

He stood, his legs a little wobbly, and began his trek into the ancient temple. He searched the place high and low, but it was no use. There was nothing here— no relics, no treasures from a bygone era, just dust and rubble and the lingering scent of dandelions. 

Strange. Dandelions were Cairnfelle’s trademark…

Had someone been here recently? He decided to do one more check of the perimeter, just to be safe. He scanned the walls, looking for anything out of place that could give away a hidden room of sorts. He pressed along the stone, his patience running thin the more he searched and came up empty handed. 

There had to be something here. He could feel it. 

He slammed his fist against the wall in frustration, only to hear an eerie creaking of stone. He looked up, his eyes widening as the wall opened and revealed some sort of ritual room. It was filled with incense, freshly picked cecilia flowers, and dandelion seeds laying on an ornate plate on the altar in the center. 

He took one step forward, only for his vision to go dark. 

“Are you sure about this?” Leena questioned, glancing over at you as she leaned over the unconscious body of the man you knocked out in the temple. 

You shrugged. “Not really, but this sword’s incredible!” You gently ran your fingers over the blade. “This’ll sell nicely! Imagine the reward they’ll pay for a captain of the royal guard’s weapon! Lady Kairos is smiling upon us today!” 

Leena sent you a deadpan look and sighed heavily. She stood up straight and placed her hands on her hips. “You’re insufferable, you know that?” 

Despite the insult, there was a fond smile on her lips. She took the sword from your hands and slid it back into its scabbard. “And stop touching it with your grubby hands! If you really want it to sell, then you can’t smudge the metal!” 

You raised your hands in surrender and took a step back. “Alright alright!” You snatched the sword from her hands and smirked as you gazed down at the man laying on the deck of your ship. 

Leena glanced at you. “What are we gonna do with him?” 

“He came all the way out here for our heads. I’d love to return the favor by cutting off his, but he’s useless as a dead man. We’ll send a ransom note to their royal shitasses.” 

She winced. “Will that even work? The King and Queen of Eirene don’t really care about their captains. The only thing they’ve ever cared about is finding their lost child.” 

“It’ll work.” You said confidently, gazing out at the pristine sea. 

The island was far from view now, only a speck on the horizon. A small part of you felt empty upon leaving. You had done your utmost to start rebuilding the temple to its former glory, starting with that ritual room. Ever since, you’ve received nothing but good luck. 

Fate, and Lady Kairos, was surely smiling upon you for your good natured efforts. 

“It’ll work because this man’s no ordinary captain,” you turned to glance at him again, his face ringing a bell in your mind, “he holds a beast within him. One that could destroy everything we hold dear. He’s Eirene’s ace in the hole— the one thing they care about.” 

Leena searched your face, a look of uneasiness in her verdant eyes. She bit her lip. Her orange-brown skin glowed under the dying sunlight.

With a huff, she let out a hesitant, “Fine. I trust you, Captain.” 

Your well thought out plan was in full swing, and it was only a matter of time before your prisoner awoke from his beauty sleep. Tasking your best friend and trusted right hand to look after him, you tended to that stubborn cannon down below the deck with another one of your crew. 

Leena sat next to the prisoner, tying knots into ropes and occasionally tossing a grape into her mouth from the bowl sitting to her left. 

The man next to her stirred, and she jumped as he began to struggle against his binds. His striking eyes met hers, and a chill ran down her spine. He clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing at her. 

“Release me.” 

“I’m sorry. I cannot.” 

They stared at each other for a few long and tense moments, before a small voice called out. “Auntie Leena!” 

She panicked, her eyes widening as she spotted her nephew running towards her with a full plate of food in his hands. He dodged past the other crew members, the food almost slipping off the plate. 

“Yanqing! Stay away from here, you’re supposed to be in the Captain’s quarters!” She jumped forward, stopping the little boy from getting any closer to the prisoner. 

He held the plate up, sending her a wide-toothed smile. “Look! I made you food! I made it all by myself!” 

She took the plate from him and ruffled his blonde hair. “Very good! I’m proud of you.” She sent him a warm smile. 

He basked in her praise, before his golden eyes landed on the prisoner behind her. His eyes sparkled as he saw the intricate gold armor, the same shade of his very own eyes. He stared at the man in awe. 

You swung down from one of the masts, skidding onto the deck with practiced ease and waltzing over to the prisoner with a confident stride. 

The man’s eyes widened upon seeing you, his mouth falling open in utter shock. As you opened your mouth, he interrupted, your name falling from his lips. 

The smirk on your lips vanished, replaced with a tight-lipped frown. Leena glanced between the two of you, her eyes calculating as her brows furrowed. 

“Do you know him, Cap?” 

You didn’t  answer, staring the man you once knew directly in the eyes. He had changed. He was no longer the scrawny kid with an air of despair around him. He wasn’t the same kid that collected seashells and could talk for hours about the stories behind each one. 

There was no fire in his eyes. Not anymore, at least. 

He was firmly built, with defined muscles and a set jaw, and a bandanna wrapped around his forehead. He was cloaked head to toe in Eirene’s standard Sunfleet armor. He had joined the very people who tore down the village he once called home. 

You had nothing left in you but disgust. How could he join them when they took everything from him? 

If there was a deeper reason why, you wouldn’t hear it. You wouldn’t listen to reason, not when Eirene had taken everything from you. Well, almost everything. 

Yanqing gripped your leg, and you placed a comforting hand on his head. “Go with Auntie Leena. I have work to do, okay?” 

The small boy of eight nodded and took Leena’s hand. The woman next to you sent you a look that screamed ‘we’re going to talk about this later’, and followed the little boy to the other end of the ship. 

“Long time no see, Kinich.” 

Kinich nodded ever so slightly. “Where have you been all these years?” 

You gestured to the ship. “Saving up enough for this. I see you’ve joined Eirene.” You crossed your arms over your chest, the scowl on your lips a sharp sight. 

His expression softened. “You still hate Eirene…” 

“They took everything from me. And they did the same to you.” You spat. “Why on Kairos’ green earth did you join up with the enemy!?” 

A small silence passed as he glanced around the ship, avoiding your gaze. “After Eastlily fell, the Captain of the Guard showed up. He slaughtered the remaining men who burned down our village and offered us a safe haven within Eirene’s royal capital. I’m indebted to not only him, but the King and Queen who showed their kindness to us.” 

The mention of the King and Queen ruffled your feathers, and you slammed your fist into the wall above his head. His eyes wandered back to you, and he shuffled in his binds. 

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the rising anger. You stepped back. “You’re not going back to Eirene. Not unless I get what I want.” 

“And that is?” 

You leaned down, your face inches from his. His striking eyes took in your features, lingering a little too long on your lips. 

With a smirk, you giggled softly. “Revenge.”

footnotes. i procrastinated so hard with this piece, but im happy with the ending at least!! i'll definitely write a part 2 in the future since we haven't even scratched the surface of the mc and kinich's relationship in this au 😭 i might make it a bunch of small oneshots and turn it into a series that way! idk we'll see (mc is around 27-28 in the last timeskip, and kinich is 26. at the age of 19, mc fell in love with someone from cairnfelle and they had a child together. a few years later, that person was killed in the war between eirene and cairnfelle.) yes, yanqing is the same yanqing from hsr!! he'll be showing up as the mc's son in my neuvi fic as well bc the mc from this fic and the one from my neuvi fic r almost the same person! the only difference between them is that THIS mc is royalty and also gn, while the mc from "abandon ship" is the daughter of a sailor and specifically said to be a woman. and YES, our lovely leni made an appearance!! <33 it'll be mentioned later on in "abandon ship," but leni's real name is leena! she switched it after people in fontaine kept mispronouncing her name as "leni". tired of correcting them, she decided to go by the name leni instead. it's kind of a nickname now :))

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[simply-whump]

My Lovely Boxer (순정복서) - Whump List

Whumpees : Kim Tae Young played by Lee Sang Yeob

Synopsis : Kim Tae Young is a cold-blooded sports agent. One of his clients is Kim Hee Won. He is an excellent baseball pitcher and, a dear friend to Kim Tae Young. To help him, Tae Young is asked to bring female boxer Lee Kwon Sook back to the boxing ring. 3 years ago, she emerged as an elite boxer at the age of 17 but then suddenly disappeared. (MDL)

Genres : Sport, Youth, Romance, Drama

Warning! Possible spoilers below!

Kim Tae Young

Ep 1 : (42:05) Emotional — (45:40) Drugged by injection, passes out, wakes up in bathtub with a plastic bag on his head, panicking, heavy breathing, falls out of the tub, wraps himself with a blanket, upset, throwing up — (54:54) Exhausted, falls asleep, wakes up startled, concern for him

Ep 2 : (56:08) Punched hard in the face, knocked out — (56:34) Head bandaged comically, startled, wincing

Ep 3 : (57:37) In a headlock, punched in the stomach

Ep 2-5 : None

Ep 6 : (01:00:00) Strangled, kicked, collapsed on the ground, heavy breathing, grabbed by the collar and pushed against a car, threatened, knocked out

Ep 7 : (03:00) Unconscious, wakes up, coughing, groaning in pain, tries to get up but collapses — (05:17) Threatened, frightened, flinching — (07:16) Sleeping, face bruised, concern for him, woken up, wincing in pain, tries to walk but collapses on the ground, more groaning in pain, helped up — (09:17) In bed sleeping, face and neck bruised, concern for him, balm applied on wounds, face patched up with some cute band-aids — (01:00:10) Learns the death of his friend, teary-eyed, crying

Ep 8 : (01:10) Depressed, recalling painful memories, anxious, panic attack — (02:40) Friends worried because he hasn’t left his room in three days — (03:07) Going to his friend’s funeral, so out of it that he forgets to put on shoes, concern for him, cannot enter the funeral hall, upset — (14:00) Emotional, tearing up the wall full of his friend’s pictures, concern for him, lowering himself to the ground — (24:06) Friends are worried for him so they break inside his room, sitting on the floor depressed, hugged — (28:00) Forced to get out of bed — (30:25) “Lightly” punched multiple times while wearing boxing protection, letting out his anger and frustration, screaming, sobbing

Ep 9-11 : None

Ep 12 : (00:00) Surrounded, punched in the stomach, collapses to the ground, hands tied, manhandled, put on his knees, angry, kicked — (10:10) On the ground, groaning in pain — (26:07) Angry, pushed, restrained — (34:39) On a chair, hands tied, teary-eyed — (40:05) Gun put on his head — (41:57) Found unconscious — (01:02:12) Playfully punched 

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[blackangelism]

Dear Nobody’s Daughter, to Live Through This, you scrape off your Celebrity Skin; you know full well that you’re Pretty On The Inside...

HOW TO GET INTO HOLE?

• Angel Dust guides: I.

Aimed at @elexnorislingtxn and whomever wants to get into Hole...

HOLE is an American nineties’s kinderwhore band with a turbulent line-up and pure chaotic gold for music yet overshadowed by the controversial image of the lead singer and frontwoman of the band, Courtney Love. A staple in the grunge scene, the critically acclaimed sophomore record Live Through This of 1994 marked a peak in Hole’s career although the band was gaining audience for their 1991 debut: Pretty On The Inside. Celebrity Skin, the 1998 album, proved Hole’s peak which was rightly concluded by 2010’s Nobody’s Daughter thus finishing the legacy of Hole.

...In my very humble opinion, Courtney Love is a cunt. And, I love her music.

DO TRY Hole if you are into: Jack Off Jill, Bratmobile, Nirvana, Babes In Toyland, L7, Veruca Salt, Mommy Long Legs, Bikini Kill, Lunachicks, et cetera. Or, if you’d like to try something dolly and chaotic with an edge of feminism and aggression. I promise, listening to Hole makes you feel like a doll.

DO NOT TRY Hole if you’re a filthy misogynist who can’t stand the fact that the wife of a popular artist does in fact make good music on her own.

Yes, Courtney Love is a cunt, but she makes good music. Seperate the artist from the art.

If you’re still present here, welcome! Now, moving onto the actual guide...

FIRSTLY, I think to decode this, we’d have to learn about the albums individually. Of course, I’m going to leave my recommendation for listening, but to best suit yourself, you can find your own way around with the descriptions I give for each of these albums...

“ PRETTY ON THE INSIDE ”

Slut-kiss girl... PRETTY ON THE INSIDE of 1991 is about beauty, which is the life as a sex-worker about Courtney Love’s time as a sex-worker. It includes Courtney Love on vocals and rhythm guitar, Eric Erlandson on lead guitar, Jill Emery on bass, Caroline Rue on drums, produced by Kim Gordon of Sonic Youth and Don Fleming of Gumball.

tracklist. TEENAGE WHORE, BABYDOLL, GARBADGE MAN, SASSY, GOOD SISTER—BAD SISTER, MRS. JONES, BERRY, LOADED, STARBELLY, PRETTY ON THE INSIDE, CLOUDS.

IF YOU WANT... angry, chaotic, messy and sloppily mixed music that is very heady and makes you feel like a doll, listen to this album first.

Blending elements of punk rock, the album features distorted and alternating guitar compositions, screaming vocals from Love, and ��sloppy punk ethics”, a style which the band would later distance themselves from, opting for a less abrasive sound on subsequent releases. Love’s lyrics on the album are often presented in an abstract narrative form, and describe disparate scenes of graphic violence, death, and female sexuality. The record was dedicated to Rob Ritter of the Los Angeles punk rock acts the Bags and The Gun Club. [< source, wikipedia.

If you want a more refined yet more depressed version of this album, migrate to Live Through This after; if you want a more refined and self-assured, slightly sarcastic but honest record after this listen, go to Celebrity Skin.

FUN FACT: the song BABYDOLL is allegedly inspired by Madonna.

“ LIVE THROUGH THIS ”

Miss Worlds... LIVE THROUGH THIS of 1994 is about the changes that come with marriage and motherhood, themes mainly being motherhood, body image, depression, child abuse and elitism. It includes Courtney Love on vocals and rhythm guitar, Eric Erlandson on lead guitar, Kristen Pfaff on bass, Patty Schemel on drums, produced by Paul Q. Kolderie and Sean Slade.

tracklist. VIOLET, MISS WORLD, PLUMP, ASKING FOR IT, JENNIFER’S BODY, DOLL PARTS, CREDIT IN A STRAIGHT WORLD, SOFTER, SOFTEST, SHE WALKS ON ME, I THINK THAT I WOULD DIE, GUTLESS, ROCK STAR.

IF YOU WANT... a tragic and softly edgy listen with a harsh sensibility and pure womanly depression scrawled all over, listen to this album first.

Live Through This marked a departure from the band’s noise rock roots toward a more alternative rock format. Love had sought a more mellow sound for Live Through This. The resulting music was starkly less aggressive than the band's former work, blending more structured melodies and smoother arrangements with heavy guitar riffs. Consequently, this featured a mixture of songwriting techniques, including use of power chords as well as arpeggios, and occasional use of keyboards. [< source, wikipedia.

If you want a tougher, rawer, more journal-entry music than this, migrate to Pretty On The Inside; if you want a more refined and self-assured, slightly sarcastic but honest record after this listen, go to Celebrity Skin.

FUN FACT: Courtney Love’s late husband Kurt Cobain does backing vocals on ASKING FOR IT.

“ CELEBRITY SKIN ”

Petals... CELEBRITY SKIN of 1998 is about the lost people, the more opulent Los Angeles and Californian culture, about the promises and agonies of Southern California; it was aimed to divulge greatly from the grunge sound of before. It includes Courtney Love on vocals and rhythm guitar, Eric Erlandson on lead guitar, Melissa Auf der Maur on bass, Patty Schemel on drums, produced by Michael Beinhorn.

tracklist. CELEBRITY SKIN, AWFUL, HIT SO HARD, MALIBU, REASONS TO BE BEAUTIFUL, DYING, USE ONCE & DESTROY, NORTHERN STAR, BOYS ON THE RADIO, HEAVEN TONIGHT, PLAYING YOUR SONGS, PETALS.

IF YOU WANT... a rock-fueled pop sound with many lyrics that are references and have layered meanings, a comforting almost listen, listen to this album first.

The band sought to use Los Angeles and the state of California as a unifying theme and began writing what they conceived as a “California album” in 1997. Unlike Hole's previous releases, the final songs on Celebrity Skin featured instrumental contributions from several musicians outside the band, primarily Billy Corgan, who co-wrote the musical arrangements on five songs. Auf der Maur's former bandmate Jordon Zadorozny, as well as Go-Go's guitarist Charlotte Caffey, also contributed to the composition of one track. Frontwoman Courtney Love, who wrote all of the lyrics, named the album and its title track after a poem she had written that was influenced by T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land. Motifs of water and drowning are also prominent throughout the album, as well as recurring themes of angels, Heaven and stars. [< source, wikipedia.

If you want a tougher, rawer, more journal-entry music than this, migrate to Pretty On The Inside; if you want a grungier yet more depressed version of this album, migrate to Live Through This after.

FUN FACT: Love clarified that she had derived the album name from a short-lived band in Los Angeles named Celebrity Skin, as well as a bootleg pornographic magazine featuring nude candid photos of celebrities.

“ NOBODY’S DAUGHTER ”

Dirty Girls... NOBODY’S DAUGHTER of 2010 is about the time of rehabilitation that Courtney Love went through after a long cocaine addiction and legal troubles following that, written in rehabilitation; about feeling lost, confused. It was supposed to be a solo album of Love’s, but was made to be Hole’s last album after their 2002 dissolution. It includes Courtney Love on vocals and rhythm guitar, Micko Larkin on lead guitar, Shawn Dailey on bass, Stu Fisher on drums, produced by Michael Beinhorn, Micko Larkin, and Linda Perry.

tracklist. NOBODY’S DAUGHTER, SKINNY LITTLE BITCH, HONEY, PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY, SAMANTHA, SOMEONE ELSE’S BED, FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, LETTER TO GOD, LOSER DUST, HOW DIRTY GIRLS GET CLEAN, NEVER GO HUNGRY.

I DO NOT RECOMMEND LISTENING TO THIS ALBUM VERY FIRSTLY, but, IF YOU WANT... a polished and the most mainstream-sounding of the four albums, sad, confused, lost record written during rehabilitation, this is your key.

Before the album’s release, former Hole guitarist Eric Erlandson publicly disputed Love’s use of the Hole name, claiming it violated a previous agreement between the two, which Love contested. On its release, Nobody’s Daughter received generally mixed reviews from music critics, with some praising its instrumentation and lyrics, while others criticized it for its folk rock elements as well as production issues and Love’s vocals. Despite this, Love said in 2010 that she considered it the best record she had made. [< source, wikipedia.

If you want a tougher, rawer, more journal-entry music than this, migrate to Pretty On The Inside; if you want a grungier yet more depressed version of this album, migrate to Live Through This after; if you want a similar but more scattered listen, to Celebrity Skin.

FUN FACT: The painting on the cover is of Marie Antoinette and the tracklist page has the edited background of a painting of Anne Boleyn.

MY RECOMMENDED PATHWAYS...

Lastly...

HOLE is a kinderwhore band, which is minutely distinct from riot grrrl. And, Courtney Love has a lot of beef with, to be honest, mostly everyone. So, yeah... For example, Babes In Toyland, a band often mentioned in the same vein as Hole, has their frontwoman, Kat Bjelland, in hatred with Love. I do not recommend looking up to these people as people, but please do try their music.

Die, cry, adore Hole.

FUN FACT: My favourite Hole album is Pretty On The Inside!

Dear Nobody’s Daughter, to Live Through This, you scrape off your Celebrity Skin; you know full well that you’re Pretty On The Inside...

DID YOU GET INTO HOLE?

[mysticstarlightduck]

Character Introduction - Valen Cassidy (Scrapyard Boys)

⚡・・About/General Info ・・⚡

A street urchin despised by the government of New Omnium, Valen was once the son of a celebrated journalist - his mother was a woman who was on the verge of uncovering and exposing the true schemes going on under the surface of their city's elite, when she was suspiciously killed. Valen was then almost sent by the government to the mysterious Spectre Academies - a training ground for mutant youths, beloved by the public but which holds dark secrets within - but before they could, Valen managed to escape, utilizing his Electrokinesis powers to neutralize the agents and allow him to escape into the lower districts of the city, where he disappeared from the grid. Valen grew into a rebellious and defiantly angry young man, classified as one of the city's Top 10 Most Dangerous mutant outlaws, a target to be eliminated. With the help of his chaotic crew of other superpowered street urchins, Valen finds himself following his mother's footsteps - but this time through a vigilante route - to expose their city's dystopic regime and find out the truth behind the billionaire industries that built it. And slowly, they start to figure out that the origins of mutant powers in humanity was not quite what they were led to believe, and that the strange occurances happening all around the city were not mere coincidences.

⚡・・More Info ・・⚡

Pronouns - He/Him Current Role - Protagonist, Part of the Main Cast Appearance - Valen has very, very long, curly, and voluminous golden blond hair, messily styled and which he takes a lot of pride in. His eyes are a deep electric blue, like the color of lightning or electricity, which is fitting given one of his main powers is Electrokinesis. He is average height, though on the shorter end of the spectrum for someone in his late teens (when the main story starts), but he is very strong - freakishly so, for someone who is so lanky and whose powers have nothing to do with strength. He wears ripped-up denim vests with customized patches, an old, dark black shirt with the logo of his favorite rock band, also ripped-up jean pants and bright red long-neck sneakers, as well as tin rings and cheap necklaces. He has a menacing look that usually pushes others away, like a brewing lightning storm.

Personality Types:

✶ Enneagram: 8w7

✶ MBTI: ESTP

Occupation: Street Urchin, Vigilante, Rebel Powers: Eletrokinesis, Eletrical Conduction, Storm Manipulation, and the likes! Sexuality: Straight Alias: Thunderfall

⚡・・Extras・・⚡

✶ Character Playlist

Heathens - Twenty One Pilots

So Far Away - Staind

King For A Day - Pierce The Veil

overwhelmed - Royal & The Serpent

Break Stuff - Limp Bizkit

Here's To Never Growing Up - Avril Lavigne

Heat of The Moment - Asia

Buy The Stars - Marina & The Diamonds

And More!!!

・・・

✶ Tags:

#wip scrapyard boys #oc: valen cassidy #oc: thunderfall

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@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3, @sleepy-night-child

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives @differentnighttale, @wyked-ao3

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

[dallasgallant]

Gone with the wind |

Made a meta a while ago combining a few themes within the novel to Great Expectations, a novel Pony mentions reading for school. So I’ve decided to read Gone with the Wind too.

This meta is somewhat easier than Great Expectations as the book outright tells you why it’s important to the story and just what Pony and Johnny take out of it! The traits of “them southern boys” as they find themselves having to uphold similar standards of masculinity. Their gentle traits internal to the outward standard, though with less pressure to some degree due to class.

In the book it mentions ‘riding into battle. Gallant men’ and the movie draws two paragraphs a couple hundred pages apart. One on bodies sprawled in the sun during the siege of Atlanta(?) and then ‘those who refused to recognize defeat who road into sure disaster because they were Galant.’

Southern honor:

A sense of self tied to perception and status, often tied to adherence to tradition and independence.

It is an incredibly interesting historic concept which was delved into a lot in a class I took on the Old South, it’s been a semester and I will look through my notes but please forgive this for being a little more rambly then distinct. There’s going to be a loss of nuance here just because this isn’t a full lecture lol. The concept is a duel thing as on one hand, having honor and pride is not inherently bad but it’s the headstrong refusal to accept any other view that leads to self and societal destruction. Something to note is that the particular brand from Gone with the wind and that tends to be talked about the most academically is of the “large planter” variety, a class of people so rich and powerful and few they’d essentially become a aristocratic group of hyper elites. It’s interesting to look into but not the point of this meta, just setting the stage. The novel goes into even the aftermath the old views don’t die, there’s no adapting or accepting- just festering in confusion and hate… to be so headstrong is both remarkable and incredibly stupid. An analogy would be the emperor’s clothes caught fire but he walks around as if he is still clothed. Gone with the Wind is a really fascinating book to be told from the Uber rich perspective, the views of society and war from that class and Homefront perspective and its criticisms. Apparently, the movie is not nearly as analytical and more pretty dress gone how sad, but it’s not what we’re here for.

That’s more me rambling than proper analysis, it may be bare bones without some background but I’m going to tie it together now.

As the type of Southern honor they’d admire while reading is more the base concept of it, they’d relate far more to some conscripted “white trash” than the elite. This honor did defuse a bit across the society, though like any poorer people aren’t subject to half as many social rules and have their own variation but the base remains.

Greasers have their own similar sense of honor.

They’re brash and quick to fight and get angry. They’re defiant. Their duty to protect their own and what’s theirs, to help, fight to maintain appearance in their own little circles. They’re loyal and bound to help each other. They have dignity. They’re tied to anger and masculinity and the confusion of youth. The same goes for being gallant, their loyalty and duty to each other and their bravery shown in a rumble or just facing the day to day struggle with a stone face. Staying cool in the face of it all. That’s tuff. That’s gallant. That’s Greaser honor.

Similar to the concept of southern honor it also depends greatly upon others perception of you than your own, it is putting up a grand tough facade. It is doing everything to protect the image you fought so hard to maintain.

It’s easy to see why Johnny latches onto and recognizes Gallant behavior. They focus more on the tough and cool and strong parts because they do in lives all the time.

Another connection is the loss of innocence, Pony has his life forever altered by the events of the book. Pony can’t go back to who he was when he left the movie house just as Scarlett can’t go back to a Belle who never knew want. The change to his person is not as drastic but it is too a loss of a place in time. When the gang was all together, happy and simple. That too is… Gone with the wind.

—

Thinking about how Pony would stop and explain civil war stuff to Johnny because he didn’t know much about it, which is so sweet not only reading aloud but explaining. But also thinking about if pony got stuck on some big old words and they just went “I dunno” and moved on.

Also unrelated but I went out of my way to find a blue cover copy because I’m a nerd. Don’t have the second copy from the Hospital giftshop though, it was a hardcover and we never get a good look.

Props to them for getting half way in 4-5 ways this book is like 800+ pages, oh my God. I’m still not completely through (have 100 or so pages) and it’s been months 🫡

[galtips]

The origins of gyaru possibly go back to the 1980s when all-girl biker gangs ruled Tokyo’s streets. Their hardcore style, attitude and rites of passage like graduation ceremonies, very much remind us of the gyaru of today. Even more so they embodied a rebellious spirit, now referred to as gyaru maindo (gyaru mind). The magazine “Teen’s Road” that brought this biker style to small town schoolgirls. Over time, leather jackets and boiler suits with kanji lettering became a more mainstream trend and real biker girls got angry at posers! Teen’s Road eventually ended because the staff were “tired of being physically assaulted by the readers” and some biker girls were even kidnapped.

At the same time, elite university clubs were throwing parties in Shibuya with organisers known as chiimaa (teamers). These well-to-do chiimaa regularly hit the dance floor instead of hitting the books. Chiimaa’s girlfriends mimicked LA beach style and earned the nickname paragyaru or “paradise girls”. Paragyaru didn’t know yet but their dress sense would inspire what was to follow in the 1990s,

Kogyaru (“ko” meaning “little” or “kid”) appeared in the 1990s. The name is believed to have originated as bouncer slang to describe the high school paragyaru girls who tried to sneak into clubs by dressing older. Affluent high school girls with chestnut coloured dyed hair (chapatsu), short school skirts, designer uniform blazers, oversized cardigans and modest tans were the trendsetters of the time. Loose white socks and white eye makeup were the cherry on top! But why were high school girls wearing their uniform after school? It was actually a popular ploy for rich schools to entice new freshmen with the fashionable designer uniforms. Girls wanted to be seen wearing their blazer and skirt after school as a marker of style, school pride and as a symbol of youth.

High schoolers eventually took over department store Shibuya109. Anything bought there was considered kogyaru style, like crop tops from Me Jane and Esperanza platform sandals. Many of the first kogyaru began to work at 109 shops becoming well-known gyaru fashionistas, dubbed “super charisma clerks” (スーパーカリスマ店員). Celebrities like singer Amuro Namie with her natural kogyaru appearance placed gyaru style into the mainstream’s consciousness. She had a natural Okinawan tan, light brown hair and wore white lipstick. Her stage outfits mimicked 109 style, and so Amuro fans thinned their eyebrows, wore chunky platform boots and colourful belly tops in admiration. That earned them the nickname Amuraa (Amuro admirers) which crossed over with gyaru style.

In 1995, Egg magazine launched as the number one source of gyaru fashion and lifestyle. After all, gyaru didn’t care what others thought about them and they took pleasure in being loud, sex-positive and even developed their own slang. Egg magazine took street snaps of kogyaru who sometimes went on to become regular models, for example Rumi Itabashi and Kaoru Watanabe. Meanwhile, purikura launched in 1995 with the idea for business professionals to take miniature portraits of themselves for their business cards. No one foresaw them becoming super popular in gyaru culture, with pages and pages dedicated to them in Egg.

Adults were worried about Japan’s declining national character in the late 1990s. Kogyaru with their gyaru mind ethos were targeted and chastised for their alleged practice of enjo kōsai (compensated dating). Growing up with new tech like pokeberu (early pagers) and terekura (telephone clubs), these women gained more independence but also new ways to wreak havoc. For example, terekura were created to connect men and women who wanted to date. But when kogyaru called in to the terekura, they set the men up on a date just to stand them up.

Teenage girls were also widely viewed as serial shopaholics. People thought that they wouldn’t think twice about selling their worn underwear to businessmen for money! Even though only a handful of kogyaru did this, the media didn’t care! Kogyaru were the face of “shameful” public morals. But the more the media covered enjo kōsai, the more schoolgirls congregated in Shibuya’s streets to make big bucks! In the end teenage prostitution became associated with kogyaru style.

After a decade of kogyaru mania, new substyles and gyaru circles emerged. One of the most prominent gyaru circles was Angeleek. Angeleek primarily wore a style of gyaru called ganguro, which were gyaru who darkened their skin. Other substyles like mamba and yamanba evolved out of ganguro. Yamanba wore the darkest foundation they could get their hands on, wore extreme white eyeliner, harsh nose contour and decorated their cheeks with gems and flowers. They liked tropical, beachy clothes and floral accessories. It was dramatic and yamanba were impossible to ignore! But by the early 2000s there was a sudden decline in these more extreme styles. Due to the style’s unsavory reputation, girls turned to other substyles of gyaru or stopped being gyaru completely. Egg even took a break from publishing for a few months. Was this the end?

Not exactly! Egg and other gyaru magazines returned as the mid-2000s brought about an unexpected gyaru renaissance. In 2005, another magazine called Ageha was launched. It was aimed at gyaru Hostesses who called their style agejo. By 2008, gyaru was thriving and there were so many genres of gyaru and the style became more popular internationally. Styles like hime-gyaru, hime-kaji, onee-gyaru, rokku-gyaru and ame-kaji entered the scene. Tsubasa Masuwaka, a prominent gyaru figure at the time, was featured on both gyaru and non-gyaru magazine covers. She also launched a makeup and false lashes line called Dolly Wink which is still popular today!

The late 2000s to mid 2010s saw a more laid back toned-down look. Gradually, girls lost interest in the style and Egg and Ageha ceased publication. Gyaru brands followed the magazines by toning down or rebranding. In 2014, Alisa Ueno’s brand Fig&Viper was dubbed as neo-gyaru in an article by ViVi magazine which sparked some debate. Many gyaru did not view this brand as gyaru and Alisa Ueno herself admitted that she never called her brand neo-gyaru.

Not many other styles have lasted as long, or made so many comebacks. From the biker gangs of the 1980s to the yamanba of the 2000s, gyaru fashion has gone through many changes. Some even claim we are in a post-gyaru era! Will it ever become a mainstream fashion again? Who knows, but in the meantime we’ll be rehearsing our Para Para dance moves!

Ps if you don’t want to read all of that here is some YouTube links!

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: Retirement

You've been waiting for this day

"Happy 20th Birthday!"

Gun had mentioned he would retire at this milestone.

When you raise the question, all you get is a noncommittal answer. He still has unfinished plans, and despite the increase in danger and punishment of getting caught, he isn't ready to wrap up this life.

You're under no illusion as to the kind of man he is, but had pinned your hopes on a passing phrase.

.

.

The months and years fly past.

"Happy 21st Birthday!"

"Happy 22nd!"

"It's your 23rd... Happy Birthday Gun."

You've been waiting faithfully for him.

You counted down the years by his side, but there's no end in sight. Truthfully, you could be content if he gave you an actual deadline but it seems the target is forever moving.

The sleepless nights wear you down. Grinds at your patience. Each time Gun is away, you fear your phone buzzing. You worry about someone telling you that he is injured or arrested, or even worse - dead.

This year, the timing is unfortunate but you think this is the best gift you can give him. Releasing the shackles that weigh him down, one less weakness for enemies to target.

You tell him it is over.

His response surprises you, "We have something good. Have patience and wait for me."

You don't give him an answer. You can't even bring yourself to respond to the request for more patience, the only indication of emotion are the narrowing of your eyes and threat of angry tears.

You tell him it's better if you both separate.

.

.

"I'm out," Gun announces.

There's a finality about this conversation. Charles knew this day was coming, each year borrowed time. He tells Gun that it's not easy to wash the blood off his hands, but he seems different today.

Like there's a renewed spark, something which has gradually fizzled out over the last few years with no real successor or foreseeable endgame.

"If it's for Y/N, then you're making a mistake."

Taking a drag of his cigarette, Gun considers this. "Funny. I thought the same about you if you dared to say no."

Charles isn't the young man he once was, didn't hold the power he once did. Maybe in his youth he would have killed Gun to keep him quiet. Perhaps it's old age that has softened him. But the elephant in the room is that rejecting Gun would just cause further headaches.

Instead, he negotiates the terms of Gun's exit.

He doesn't make it easy, and he doesn't make it quick. This agreement needs to benefit Charles Choi as much as Gun Park. Besides, Gun can put in the effort if this is truly what he wants.

.

.

Dismantling everything Gun has built with his own two hands comes easier than he expects.

There's hardly any anger or resentment with this outcome, just acceptance. On the worse days, he carries on his warpath by thinking of you.

He is violent and merciless, destroying all lingering evidence of the crews and any underhanded dealings of HNH Group.

A final death rattle for the Shiro Oni in exchange for a clean slate for Elite.

Isn't it peculiar where life takes you. What was once the mission given to his potential successors is now the lifeline for Gun and a new beginning.

At the end of it, Gun has no legacy. He erases all trace of his empire.

Charles finally lets him go. It's an anticlimax. Dismissed like a normal employee, handing back your credentials to your boss.

But it's done.

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You wake up tangled in bed together. You give him a sleepy smile, and he finds you radiant.

For his 24th birthday, Gun has his closure and he has you.

[askganon]

Thoughts on the punk movement

Talk and bravado are meaningless when action is required.

Much like the bohemian movements that came before promoting love over war, the scene of punkhood was derived from angry youth who would rather make a visual statement and infight over which member embodied the spirit of the movement more than work toward true change.

Coloring the hair and adorning leather and patches does little to overthrow the corrupt elite.

[oncillabrigade]

I feel like I see a lot of fan authors/artists depicting Jason and Tim (and sometimes Steph) as unrelentingly mean to Damian in public, and that doesn't ring true to me. I haven't read the comics since before Damian was introduced (Wayne Family Adventures pulled me back in, and oh man there are fun DC comics these days!) so maybe I'm missing some canon examples of that... but I feel like every single child in that family gets how awful it is to be in the spotlight at a young age. They remember how awkward and exhausting it was to always smile for the camera, always be perfectly behaved, always uphold the ideal of what a Wayne adoptee should be. It didn't matter how you felt; you had to act the part. And they wouldn't make that harder for anyone.

Detailed thoughts below the fold!

Acting like a Perfect Wayne Kid™️ must be easier for Tim than for his siblings, because he was already playing that game as a Drake. But that doesn't mean it wasn't excruciating, especially for someone as introverted and wonderfully weird as Tim. Honestly, I think he'd be a mine of useful information for the later additions to the family!

I can see him at a charity dinner next to Cass, indicating which utensil comes next, murmuring, "I know, it's ridiculous. And there's no real reason, which makes it so hard to remember. But you're doing great." I can see him helping Duke practice the "right" laugh before a party: "Not too loud, not too real, not too many teeth showing. These people are terrified of genuine emotion, but in a shittier way than Bruce is." And I can most certainly see him talking Damian through how to leave a room when there are TOO. MANY. PEOPLE and the walls are closing in, showing him escape routes at different venues, explaining, "you don't want to use the bathroom excuse too many times in a row. People notice and tabloids start saying you have an eating disorder. I'll text you a list of alternate reasons to leave a conversation."

What I cannot see is Tim leaving anyone out to dry in the hell of high society. Even if Dami were driving him NUTS, I don't think Tim would call him a brat, insult him outright, or badmouth him to others. I think the worst thing he'd do is roll his eyes with humorous exaggeration and say, "okay, Damian, you've done your little brotherly duties--go talk to your friends, okay?" He could be SEETHING about a horrific fight 30 minutes before their appearance and play it off as, "haha, well, all brothers bug each other sometimes." And then he'd pivot, flawlessly, to a positive comment about the whole family, Dami included. Tim Drake, world champion of compartmentalization, fiercely loyal and kindhearted, is not giving the press a single bad word about his siblings. He is smiling and saying all the right things.

And then... then, there's Jason.

Jason understands, firsthand, how hard being inducted into the world of Perfect Wayne Behavior™️ is. Can you imagine Jason Peter Todd going through that? It's not just that he was in a new world, where money and food and clothes were a given, not a hard-won prize. It's not just that there were a million new rules to memorize (how to wear a suit, inscrutable dining etiquette, passive aggression instead of speaking your mind when angry, etc.). It's not just that he was suddenly thrust in the limelight at a young age, thrown in at the deep end of child stardom. It's not just that he was inevitably compared to Dick, who's naturally charismatic in a way that made his rambunctiousness forgivable by Gotham's elite. It's not just that he was simultaneously learning to be a Wayne AND a Robin, which was both mentally and physically exhausting.

No, it was all that PLUS who Jason was when he had just been adopted. Picture him: a kid from Crime Alley, recently out of a school for troubled youth, mourning the loss of his mother, and WAY too fucking smart not to see the condescension in the eyes of his new dad's peers. He was treading water constantly in every aspect of life, occasionally managing to float... all while the press and high society watched intently and judged him like he was swimming in the Olympics. Being Robin gave him magic, but god, he must have used so much of it up on just getting through public appearances.

I refuse to believe that someone who went through that would belittle or humiliate anyone doing the same. Especially when it comes to Damian. Damian, who comes from a world where physical prowess is the ultimate trump card, now trapped in a conversation where mentioning that prowess means he loses status. Damian, who knows the worst physical pain you can imagine and takes it as all in a day's work, struggling to contain his disdain for someone complaining about their tennis elbow. Damian, who was exposed to the worst aspects of humanity before he could form permanent memories, staring in disbelief at a kid his age saying the teacher who gave them an hour of detention is SO evil. Damian, who had mastered the rules of the League, discovering that the rules of Gotham high society are SO different that his prior knowledge is actively disadvantaging him.

I cannot imagine Jason seeing Damian as anything other than a fellow kid trapped in the pool with all eyes on him.

So Jason will do what he's always done: stand up for someone in need. Because Damian IS in need, no matter how much of a pain-in-the-ass he might be. That means Jay is telling the press about how smart Damian is, how good he is with animals, how proud the whole family is of his art. It means he's wearing suit pants with deep pockets so Damian's emotional support plushie is on hand at all times. It means he's using his bulk to clear the way to the balcony when the kid needs air and quiet. It means he's verbally eviscerating the posh knob who called Dami a brat, because NO ONE outside the family gets to say that shit about Jason fucking Todd's baby brother.

I don't care how annoyed they are with each other--bat kids hang together in the face of danger. And make no mistake: being a Perfect Wayne™️ is one of the most dangerous missions they face.

[stromuprisahat]

Tolya the Tailor

“You have a Tailor,” I said. Sturmhond winced. “I am not a Tailor,” Tolya said angrily. “No, Tolya, your gifts lie elsewhere,” Sturmhond said soothingly. “Mostly in the celebrated fields of killing and maiming.”

Siege and Storm- Chapter 8

I know this was meant as a funny moment, but it got me thinking.

The Twins are some of the most brainwashed characters we're intorduced. Religious fanatics, worshippers of mercenary life built on violence and physical strength, completely disregarding the less fortunate, less gifted...

Who's to blame is rather obvious:

Tolya and Tamar’s mother had been a Grisha stationed on Ravka’s southern border when she met their father, a Shu Han mercenary. “When she died,” Tamar explained, “she made my father promise not to let us be drafted into the Second Army. We left for Novyi Zem the next day.”

Siege and Storm- Chapter 7

Now, we don't know how old the children were, when that happened. And even if we did, how likely is it that they would be present, and old enough to remember well? The father could tell them anything, and they would be none the wiser.

The way they're presenting "their" opinions makes it obvious they've been taught to "think" certain way, and never even considered doubting their dogmas.

The initial quote shows angry reaction to mere suggestion Tolya's speciality's Tailoring, although at that point the speaker doesn't even suspect it's him doing it. Anyone else strongly reminded of rl examples of boys being taught to value violence highly above useless femininity represented by arts, caring or other "soft" traits?

“When Genya’s abilities began to show themselves, I could have had her choose between becoming a Fabrikator or a Corporalnik. Instead, I cultivated her particular affinity..."

Shadow and Bone- Chapter 7

Applying this information (assuming no continuity errors and/or retcon) to what we know about Tolya's youth so far, how likely would be a boy, raised by an elite fighting instructor, who rejects any form of dependence on others,- to receive support to "cultivate his particular affinity"? Especially in a world, where he's likely to need self-defense?

And how better to ensure the desired outcome than scorn and belittlement? Just switch "Tailoring" for "feminine hobbies that make young boys gay". "Real men" are stoic, good in fighting, they refuse weakness and dependency. The only soft thing allowed comes in a form of heroic poetry, not silk keftas!

Further I read, more does Tolya look like a victim of his father's upbringing, favouring toxic masculinity. And from what I remember about following books, meeting fully-fledged Tailor doesn't help him "see the light". His father's memory is worshipped, his negative impact on both children remains unrecognized.

[ogdeville]

Clone High Theory:

Many of the clones aren't actually who they think they are, and that's why there's clone 'copies' between S1 and S2. Some of the new ones included.

My examples: Topher Bus, The Freida's, Joan of Arc, and Ghengis Kahn.

1) Topher Bus doesn't look much like Christopher Columbus (CC) did at his age, and there's a difference in core personality traits.

At Topher's age CC was actually quite tall for his era at 5'7. With modern medicine, nutrition, etc- he would likely be equally tall as, or taller, than JFK. (but not as tall as Abe)

CC also didn't become a Brunette until later in his life (only to go pure white at 30) with light colored hair in his youth.

What they do have correct is his curly hair, nose, and skin tone. (CC was described as having a 'Ruddy Pallor' and 'burned easily in the sun. Likely he had some kind of Rosacea. They're both cave dwellers.)

The core personality traits that are different between them:

CCs core personality trait was Greed. he was a self serving person who was superficially charming, good in social situations, and had a lust for wealth and extravagance.

They share self serving behavior, elitism, egoism, superiority-inferiority complexes, and nearly all men back then had mommy issues and Topher definitely does.

However Topher completely lacks social skills, any kind of socially acceptable charm, and while he is self serving he isn't as quick to opportunistic risk. He needs more time to weigh things. He COULD have not attempted to save Abe from continually shooting himself in the foot verbally the first time they met. Why? in order to make a new social pariah, or shift focus off of himself. Make a new public enemy #1, be the first to call him out openly and attempt to make himself look good. Instead his first instinct was to try and save Abe from the same fate he suffered. (Suffered being generous; but they are mentally torturing him with asylums and angry possums so I'm giving him a handicap.)

It wasn't until later he felt he could take a risk on Abe. Both in trying to socialize with him, and in blackmailing- sorry, WHITE LEVERAGING- him. He had to be sure it would work rather than sail across the Atlantic.

His choice in aesthetics (Topher being minimalistic and CC being maximalistic) may be part of him actively distancing himself from CC, but there is also that to consider. He seems to enjoy cramped spaces. Topher's core traits are anxiety, and rage which have led to bitterness. Quite frankly, he's a whiner who doesn't actually want to DO anything, just bitch about it unless the effort it takes is truly minimalistic, or if he can remain anonymous.

It's very possible since CCs remains were moved 3 or 4 times, over long distances, since 1509 when they were moved for the first time from Valladolid to the Monasterio de la Cartuja.

2) There are several clone copies but none more dramatic in change and status than Frida. Why would he clone a duplicate that looked so drastically different? Because the first Frida wasn't the right one. This seems fairly simple.

It is possible that the first Frida he cloned was a Frida Kahlo impersonator and being as scattered as he is- he dug up the impersonator by mistake, only to correct it later with the new batch of clones. Just leaving the old Frida frozen like Ghandi and wiping her from their memories.

Frida had to be a copy by time overlap.

(I can picture a scene of Mr. B very unceremoniously saying 'I told you so' while digging up the correct body.)

3) Joan of Arc was burned at stake. There were no actual physical remains to bury or do anything with at all. The heat would have destroyed everything useable even if she hadn't burned to the bone.

There is no way for Joan to be the actual Joan of Arc. Likely there was a chapel that claimed to have a reliquary or lock of hair belonging to Joan of Arc which was counterfeit and likely belonged to a young woman who simply looked like her.

She also WOULD be hearing voices by now that don't come from a retainer. Joan of Arc was very obviously schizophrenic (assuming she believed she was hearing the voice of God and not just claiming it) Joan is currently at/past the age it would have begun to manifest. So far the only emotional or instability she's shown was in response to aggression, and sleep rejection. Why she didn't want to sleep is a mystery still. She seems to have a lot of mind-body problems like Silly Legs, but not hallucinations or voices. So she may have mental issues, but I don't think they are the same. If she started hearing voices for real shed reject all medication so there's no way she's managing it herself. Likely her clonemother had mental problems which led to further belief that whoever they got the DNA from was Joan. Additionally, quite a few people claimed to be Joan of Arc shortly after her death.

[side note: I don't believe they genetically altered the clones in any purposeful way. Abraham Lincolns signature height, lankiness, large nose, and hands/feet were the result of Marfan Syndrome. Since his appearance is unchanged, it stands that he also has Marfan Syndrome. This means JFK has Addison's Disease as well. So I don't think they 'snipped' that part out if it was present.]

4) Ghengis Kahn wasn't a mouth breathing idiot, he was a savvy military leader able to defeat armies far larger than his own. He would have fucking DOMINATED that maze. Not mention just be... Y'know... Smarter in general. Like I feel as if this doesn't need to be said??? That's not him. No way.

Ghengis Kahn asked to be buried without any sign or markings, though it's generally believed to be somewhere near the sacred Burkahn Khaldun in the Khentii Mountains of Mongolia: which are heavily regulated with even the Soviet Union leaving it undisturbed due to the symbolic importance of the site to the natives of Mongolia.

It is more than likely he cloned a falsified artifact, or had to scramble so hard to avoid the authorities that shoot on sight, he took the first large male body he found.

Summary: considering Scudworths self admitted incompetence when it comes to keeping track of DNA samples. He ended up cloning himself over and over again on accident while trying to clone Wesley bc he couldn't even keep the hairs straight.

I have no doubt in my mind that at least half the Clones in Clone High aren't the right person/ not who they think they are. There might even be some mislabelings or mix ups with switched identities. Mr.B wasn't part of the process until after he made his first batch of clones as we saw him holding Joan's test tube, so he wasn't there to keep Scudworth even somewhat organized.

What are your thoughts?

[autobot-ome]

My Bio

Name: Ome (Pronounced O-mey).

Nickname(s): Little Spark, Spec (Omega), Kid, Sweetspark (Ironhide), Lass, Kiddo (TF Cybertron Metroplex), Little one (FOC Metroplex), Little blue (Jazz), Starlight (Sunstorm), My Queen (Scourge).

Age:

- TFA & Bayverse: 3.5 million stellar-cycles (years) old.

- TF Cybertron: 100 stellar-cycles old.

- Fall Of Cybertron: 18 stellar-cycles old.

Height: 5'5"/165cm.

Birthplace: Vector Sigma, Cybertron.

Gender: Femme.

Pronouns: She/Her.

Sexuality: Heterosexual (Straight).

Faction:

- TFA & Bayverse: Autobot.

- TF Cybertron: Neutral, then Autobot.

- Fall Of Cybertron: Neutral.

Rank:

- TFA & Bayverse: Warrior and Hacker.

- TF Cybertron: Welder.

- Fall Of Cybertron: N/A.

Alt mode: N/A.

Weapon(s):

- TFA & Bayverse: Two blasters on her forearms, and her tendrils can be used to plug into devices, hack and give an electric shock to the enemy. - TF Cybertron: Her tendrils can be used to give an electric shock, when she activates her Cyber Key power, her tendrils become longer and unleash a powerful blast of electricity, her Cyber Key Power can also be used to transform her welder into a blaster.

- Fall Of Cybertron: Her tendrils can be used to give an electric shock.

Accent: British (Brummie).

Personality:

- TFA & Bayverse: She can be seen as quiet and shy around those she doesn't know, even wary at times, but once she gets to know them she is friendly and can even be cheeky at times. But she is fierce against the enemy so is not one to be underestimated, and if she is called Puny or Pipsqueak it will rile her up. Once someone makes friends with her, she would be a trusted friend to them, and she will not hesitate to stand up for her family and friends. - TF Cybertron: Around those she knows, she is friendly, talkative and can be a bit cheeky, however around strangers she is quiet and wary unless they prove to be trustworthy, she would be a solid friend to have as she would have their backs, she can have a little bit of a temper when taunted and can get angry if her Sire is insulted so wouldn't hesitate to stand up for those she cares about, and like the other Gigantians, she has a sense of pride in her work. - Fall Of Cybertron: She is quiet and keeps to herself, she has the worry of getting caught by the Decepticons and feels vulnerable, she is desperate to feel protected as she has never had that feeling before. She is hopeful that the conflict will end one day and she can finally feel safe.

Appearance:

Holoform (TFA & Bayverse only): FC - Emeraude Toubia.

Holoform's outfit:

Background:

- Transformers Animated: Ome was the last Sparkling born from Vector Sigma, unusually she had no Creators, so the initial decision was for her to be sent to the Youth Sectors. However, Omega Supreme did not want her to be without a family, so he decided right then and there to take her on as his own. He formed a family bond with her and raised her to the femme she is today, she met Ratchet and Ultra Magnus when she was six years old and grew up during the war, but was unaware of it until her Sire told her about it when she was thirteen years old, when she was sixteen she was given blasters and was trained by Omega, then when she was eighteen she teamed up with her Sire as a last line of defense and it has been that way ever since. After the Battle of Iacon, she was actually offered a place in the Elite Guard by Ultra Magnus, but she declined and was assigned to a space-bridge repair crew so she could remain with her Sire. - Transformers Bayverse: Ome was the last Sparkling born from Vector Sigma and had no Creators initially, but that was until Ironhide took her on as his own and formed a family bond with her, she grew up around her Sire and the other Autobots, they'd take it in turns to Sparklingsit her, so she had grown up around all of them. She was told of the war when she was the equivalent of a thirteen year old and was given blasters and trained at sixteen by Ironhide, then at eighteen she became an Autobot Warrior and Hacker and would mostly team up with her Sire. During one of the last battles on Cybertron and when things were getting worse, she left Cybertron with Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet, Jazz and Bumblebee in a Cybertronian pod, ending up on Earth with them. - Transformers Cybertron (Unicron Trilogy): Ome was the last Sparkling born from Vector Sigma on Cybertron, however because of the war between the Autobots and Decepticons, it wasn't safe for her to stay on the planet, so it was decided by Vector Prime that she would be sent off-world, so he was the one to place her in a stasis pod and open a space gate, sending her pod out into the cosmos. Her pod floated for a while until it ended up on a giant planet, Gigantian, where she was found by Metroplex, Quickmix and Menasor, naturally wary that it was a trick from Planet X, Metroplex still checked and it would turn out to be her, it would be discovered on her pod that she was originally from Cybertron and born from Vector Sigma, so Metroplex decided to become her Sire and form a family bond with her, she grew up on Gigantian and was even babysat by Quickmix and Menasor who were here Uncle figures, she became a Welder when she was sixteen stellar-cycles old and has been doing that job ever since. - Fall Of Cybertron: Ome was the last Sparkling born from Vector Sigma in the midst of the war, unfortunately no one was able to take care of her because of said war, so she ended up at the Youth Sectors, while she at least was taken care of and had a roof over her helm, she hadn't been completely oblivious to the sounds of gunfire outside because of the war. She grew up in the Youth Sectors until she had to leave when she was eighteen, meaning she was now alone and had to fend for herself on a war-torn world, she did her best to stay hidden and get energon whenever she could, but she was afraid and vulnerable. After a close encounter with some Decepticons that she narrowly got away from, she stumbled upon a large silvery grey building and went inside, she suspected the building wasn't a normal building because of the moving walls and floors and was led down to the core of the building, seeing a large vibrant Spark and she realised that this whole building was a Cybertronian, who was known as Metroplex.

Likes:

- Music.

- Astronomy.

- Gaming.

- Spending time with friends and family.

- Welding (TF Cybertron only).

Dislikes:

- Decepticons.

- Being called Puny or Pipsqueak.

Fear(s):

- Losing her Sire.

- Pitch black darkness.

- Creepy-crawlies.

- Lightning.

Strength(s):

- Good flier.

- Accurate shooter (TFA, Bayverse and TF Cybertron only).

- Can listen to orders.

- Her size can help her to hide if needs be.

- If she shocks someone it can be painful to the recipient, if she uses a high voltage shock it has the potential to knock a Cybertronian into stasis depending on their size.

Weakness(es):

- Blind in her right optic, due to a scar, so has no depth perception. (TFA and Bayverse only).

- Her size can give her a disadvantage since a Decepticon could easily swat her out of the air if they manage it. - If she shocks someone continuously it would eventually weaken her, and if she shocks someone with a high voltage shock it will leave her weakened and vulnerable to attack.

Crush:

Animated - Sunstorm or Jazz.

Bayverse - Jazz, Drift or Hound.

TF Cybertron - Scourge or Jetfire.

Family:

Animated - Omega Supreme (Sire/Father).

Bayverse - Ironhide (Sire/Father).

TF Cybertron - Metroplex (Sire/Father).

Fall Of Cybertron - Metroplex (Eventual Sire/Father).

Other info:

- When she is shy, she is very quiet and tends to stay close to Omega / Ironhide / Metroplex, and will only communicate with him through their bond. - She also has thrusters on the soles of her feet that she can bring out when she wants to fly and can retract them when on the ground. - When she is riled up she would have to be held back as she would go after whoever would call her Puny or Pipsqueak without thinking. - She has a battle mask that covers her nose and mouth in battle. - Omega / Ironhide/ Metroplex is protective of her. - When she is angry, she has the tendency to slip into her native language, Cybertronian, if she is arguing with someone or ranting (but she doesn't argue or rant all the time). - She can hear the Omega Frequency, which triggers visions of what is to come, but they stop once she has helped Primus to fire The Ark (TF Cybertron only).

Verse(s):

- Transformers Animated.

- Transformers Bayverse.

- Transformers Cybertron (Unicron Trilogy).

- Transformers: Fall Of Cybertron.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The mokkori's punishment and lesson 4: dragon and Jackal team up/Final||

*Waving* Hi. Just writing the last chapter of the lesson drabble for my friend but it seems we are continuing with this one now being the last chapter. So, lets see what this story takes place for our friends hmm?

IF you wanna read the three lessons they are under here:

Lesson one

Lesson two

Lesson three

((Your reading lesson 4/final chapter))

||Drabble Summary||

Mineta has gone and messed up when both Davion and Jaron finds out he has stolen the panties again from the girls to even sneaking a kiss to Melinda! Now, a Jackal and dragon are in rage. What will happen to Mineta now? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Beatdown will happen later or in between

~Chase scene will happen with both Davion and Jaron working together in drabble

~scary girl moments will happen and boy scary moments too.

((~Guests in Drabble~))

The DBT along with some other fractions like The Lupins, The Demon Elite Anthem, The Upstander Campagin, and the Knights of Darkness belong to my friend @demon-blood-youths

While The cursed vixens, Shallow Butterflies, The season demon warriors, The Elemental Phoenix feathers, and The Dark Eclipse nightshades of both boys and girls belong to me. A few of the A-1 class members are guests but I do rp as a few of them.

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please.))

"Well, this is a nice hall. My collection is getting bigger and bigger!" Mineta was happily hiding again near some area of New York City after losing Melinda. He was smiling at the cute girl panties he stole from her and blushing from the stolen ones he has gotten again! He just won't listen and it just gets worse and worse for him.

"Though, I know the others back in the small hotel will be wondering where I am even if we are over seas. This is the best!" he sighed thinking of all the girls in the fractions so far. He already had plans on trying to steal more and more again.

"I better hurry up and get out of here before I get caught." he snickered but he rushes off while not knowing he was going to be hunted in a moment.

~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~

"Wait, again!?" Shdwkyz said seeing a very disturbing angry Vivi who was glowing a dark violent purple mixed with black. It seems her panties were stolen again! Even seeing some of the guys trying to calm the girl members down.

"Yes Shdwkyz..again. I'm really really getting sick of this little rat..stealing my clothing.." she said in a cold tone that he sweatdrops seeing her quirk reacting rather dangerous. Oh boy.

"Breezy please calm down! We'll find him don't worry!" Rust said even if Breezy was freezing the air around her showing sharp needles. Yeah the hurricane was pissed!

"But this is getting out of hand! He's stolen our clothes AGAIN! I thought the last beating we gave him told him not to do it anymore!" Haliee cried while seeing seeing Damien trying to calm her down.

"Well, he's pushing his luck because he's stolen a lot more! We need to find that little fucker and make the beating worse!" Kali said in rage now but Rex was calming her down even if he saw his sister Ashley crying and Joshua helping her calm down.

"I say we just beat him worse the next time!" Vanessa said even looking more furious than ever.

"Well, we already have some idea on what to do but we need to spread out to find him. He could be anywhere!" Fin said with arms crossed with the others thinking about it. Even Ahmed sigh to think of this. True, they need a plan but that's when he noticed.

"Speaking of which, where is Jaron?" he asked but the DBT boys tense to think. The last time they saw him he went 'out' for a bit but they had a idea of what and where he went.

"...Lets just say he's.......'out' right now. But I'm sure he will be back soon." Navarro said even if the others were unsure. They sounded worried and nervous. Ink blinks when hearing this but that also includes her cousin. He wasn't seen after hearing a familiar angry shout one time. So where could they be right now?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mineta was relaxing like nothing was wrong, eating some hot dogs while smiling. He had the stolen panties and bras in the bag so no one knows what was in them. It was like the best day for him even thinking about going to Philly to see the fractions there. Or remembering some of the girls from the Seeker tribe fraction and the elemental phoenix feather fraction. He still even had a pair each from the girls there!

"Well, seems I can move on. I wonder where I should go next?" He snickered finishing up his food and gets off the chair while happily picking up the sack. He was about to head out before hearing some growling. "Huh?"

He sees three growling familiars smelling and trying to pick up some scent. It seems Mineta wonders what they were while holding the bag of stolen girls underwear. "You know...I wonder who they belong to??" he mutters but he turns to start walking off then saw Christine look up. It seems she saw him and smelled the air before growling.

Mineta blinks looking back now seeing the three growling at him. "....Uh oh.." That's when Christine, Sid, and Layla started chasing him! With a yelp, he begins running away from the three that was now chasing him.

~~~~~Back with the others~~~~~~~~~

The guys were finally able to calm the girls down with some sweets which helped but Fosh was seeing Mouse trying to find Mineta with him helping before Fosh was upset inside seeing that Mineta stolen from her again!

"Damn it. Where did he even go. I can't see him on the cameras and he's not even showing up in the regular areas." He said.

"But he's got to be somewhere Fosh. He can't have gotten far." Maggie grumbled with T-bone rubbing her back. Even Ping and Taz were upset with Gerald rubbing Ping's back and Timmy rubbing Taz's back worried. Both were upset too but didn't show it.

"I am looking everywhere from camera to camera. I even asked the other hackers to help us out but nothing yet." he said but keeps looking.

"Well, that little fucker better hope no one finds him but if I did I would have blown his ass sky high! Hell, even the six claws are looking for him!" Echo said in rage that her green eyes were red as Navarro was trying to calm her down and being sure Ink was good. She was thanks to Jinx but he knew they were pissed too.

However, as he was looking he got a call to look at his phone. A Jackal icon was seen telling him it had to be Jaron. He picks it up and speaks. "Hello? Jaron?"

"Fosh....did you find Mineta?" Fosh looked nervous hearing the new tone from the Jackal's voice. Even the others were shocked hearing his tone. He didn't sound like the happy cheerful cook they always knew. Oh no no no, he sounded really cold, and a bit darker than normal. What the heck happened? This even shocked the DBT a bit. Yeah, the Jackal was pissed.

"I...N..No. I'm still trying to find him with Mouse helping me. He's not being seen on the cameras and we been looking for a while." he said but got nothing from Jaron didn't speak to sigh.

"That little thief has to be somewhere..he couldn't have gone far..right?"

"U...Uhh..n..no. But I'll keep looking for him with Mouse helping me. He can't have gotten far Jaron." he said but Jaron was driving looking around but he was already looking about.

"Hmm...well, I'll keep looking..he's bound to be somewhere." he said.

"Yeah, but we will keep-"

"Hold on..." Fosh blinks to look at Mouse as she was checking a camera.

"What's wrong mouse? Did you find something?" he asked.

"Yeah...I'm picking up something near the North! I...wait, isn't that Jaron's three familiar jackals?" she asked showing the screen seeing the three chasing someone holding a bag stuffed with something.

"Wait.....that's Mineta! He's near Davion's location!" he said but Jaron heard that.

"So the thief is there....thanks Mouse and Fosh..." he said before hanging out but everyone was silent to slowly look at one another.

"I..I never heard Jaron sound so cold before..that's new." Hex said looking nervous.

"Y..Yeah..he sounded really an..angry.." Ashley said worried.

"Well, he has a right to be. Mineta stole Melinda's panties like the other girls AND he kissed her cheek! If that's not one way to piss him off then Mineta should be begging for mercy if Jaron finds him." Rust said but Shdwkyz thinks.

"Though remember Davion knows about this so you know he's keeping a eye out for him. You don't think he's just got Jaron on him. He's also got Davion on his ass too." the snake said but they knew it was true. Oh boy.

~~~~Near Davion's section~~~~~

Mineta was running tired but scared from the three familiars trying to lose them. They were quick but he had to get away before they catch him. He looks left and right trying to find a way out before making a right turn in a alley way to keep quiet. The three jackals went by barking trying to find him but the other lets out a breath to see they went off to keep looking.

"Seems I might be hunted again. I better move before I'm found." he said quickly leaving to try finding another area to hide but as he did, a wave of flames hits in front of him to make Mineta jump back startled. "!?!" He backs up from the hot red flames but walks into someone.

"....."

"So your the little fucking thief that stolen from my cousin?"

Mineta's face went pale slowly tilting his head back to look up. He saw a very tall but very angry male above him. His eyes were amber red with flames showing in his hands. Even his dragon wings were seen. Davion the dragon bounty hunter has found him. This made Mineta pale even worse shaking in tears.

"Uhhhhh...t..thief? What thief? I don't know what your talking about man! Hahahahaha.." He said scared backing up but Davion growls making the other yelp.

"Don't lie to me! I know you stole from my cousin and her friends! You little sick fuck have their underwear and bras in that bag don't you?" he said.

"I..I don't! I DON'T!" he said but held the bag tight like his life depended on it. "Besides, I don't know anything about the girls in New York. Or your sexy cousin or anything-" he laughed but stops when hearding a very angry dragon that was changing to his dragon humanoid form.

".......oops....."

"You fucking little..."

"Uhhhh I'm going to go now sooooo......." backing up, he quickly runs away to get from Davion.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!" he roars taking flight while Mineta was screaming.

"LEAVE ME ALONE! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" he screams running off from the rage fueled dragon. Davion roars out but was chasing him in the air now trying to catch him.

"WHEN I GET MY FUCKING HANDS ON YOU, I'M GOING TO WRING THAT LITTLE NECK OF YOURS FOR MESSING WITH MY COUSIN AND HER FRIENDS!" he roars hearing Mineta screaming in fear as he ran.

However, down the road, Jaron was checking something trying to figure where the thief was but that's when he saw his three familiars Christine, Sid, and Layla show up. "Did you three find anything?" He asked seeing the three give light nods pointing to the north. Looking that way, Jaron glares to see the familiars lead him as he slams on the gas speeding off to follow them. He was not going to let this slide when it came to his friends but the same goes for anyone messing with his girlfriend.

Mineta was running afraid of a dragon trying to burn him to ashes as he runs with the bag of stolen underwear and bras. He didn't want to die by the scary dragon. He did throw a few of his purple balls at him but the did stick to him. Even using them to jump away quickly.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!" he screams.

"GET BACK HERE!" Davion shouted trying to knock him down but Mineta looks ahead seeing a street but he quickly bounces to the right seeing Davion make a sharp turn to the same direction.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Mineta was still running for his life trying to get away from the dragon. But as he did, he heard something speeding to see a car coming up. He blinks to look but noticed it.

Wait, wasn't that Melinda's boyfriend? When getting a look, he can see that the Jackal's expression was..not friendly. He looked ready to do something that scared the grape hero.

"uh oh.." He quickly jumps over a fence and runs through a alley way as Davion sees him disappearing. He growls to look but saw Jaron screech to a stop.

"Jaron!"

"Shit.....he got away." He said not happy but Davion sighed. "Don't worry, I know a short cut. He can't get far. I'll take the north side but you take the other side. We will catch him." he said seeing Jaron nod but gets back in the car to quickly drive off and Davion taking the skies again. One of them will find him for sure.

~~~~~~With Mineta~~~~~~

He keeps on running but finally gets back to a hiding spot. Seems he was able to get to where he's been able to get a breather from the two hunting him down. He was tired from running but at least he got his so called treasure.

"Too close...they were too close. I think I'll have to keep a eye out from now on. Though, at least they didn't catch me." he smiled now looking through the bag of cute panties. He was nuzzling his cheeks against a few of them with a smile but even already looking happy. His true treasure. He knew nothing would stop him! Nothing would make him give up the ways.

"Though, this is too good haul." he laughed still looking at the pairs of bras too. Nothing could ruin this for MIneta. However, as he was looking through and giggling that's when he heard three growling to make him stop. He blinks to look up seeing three familiars again.

"Oh no.." Wait, did they find him!? He quickly gets up to put the stole panties and bras back in the bag to get away from his hiding spot but as he gets out of the hiding spot, he sees it go up in flames thanks to a Dragon from above who finally found him! He looks scared running off but that's when a car screeches to a stop in front of him to make Mineta stop and fall on the ground wincing.

He sees Davion land but he made sure he didn't get away but he looks seeing the car door open showing a rather silent Jaron Jackal. He shuts the door but looks to walk over while standing in front of the thief.

"Ummmmm...It's not what it looks like?" Mineta laughed only for Christine, Sid, and Layla to growl at him even louder with the baby pup joining who growls and yips at him mad too.

"No? Well it seems like it does you little punk!" Davion said cracking his knuckles scaring the hero before he got scared.

"You know.." he heard Jaron speak but he didn't show the upper part of his face due to the hat. "I'm really never the type of guy to be violent even when it comes to working on a way to make peace with anyone but you know that don't you?" Jaron asked but Mineta blinks getting a bad feeling.

"I..I do..."

"Well...you also know I'm not the one for violence towards anyone......however.." that's when he lifts the hat up that Mineta really paled seeing him. Jaron's eyes were cold and deadly but he was showing that same disturbing smile on his face.

"You..Oh my friend you on the other hand deserve a far worse violent punishment than what you gotten so far. No one.....gets away with being a creep to my friends and team members.." However his expression darkens that the upper part of his face was shadowed.

"And No fucking asshole gets away with stealing my girlfriend's panties or fucking touching/kissing her. So..maybe you need a more...'learning lesson' so you won't do this again...right Davion?" he said with that thrill seeking grin but Mineta was shaking in tears knowing Davion was glaring with a evil smirk.

"True. Lets show him......" he said as the two looks to him that Mineta was crying.

"W..wait, wait we can talk about this! I'll be good! I won't do it again!! Please don't kill me!" he begs.

"Oh? Well, everyone has given you a chance Mineta..and you blew it so..maybe you need a more harder lesson.......but don't worry...it will hurt for a while.." Jaron said as Mineta tries to get away from the two but he got grabbed by them.

"W..wait No no NO! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" His scream was echoing through the area to signal he got caught by both Jaron and Davion while he received the worse beating of his life. Even worse than the ones he's gotten so far.

Seems the thief was caught.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hours later, everyone was meeting up with each other. Even with the Six claws, the fractions wondering what happened. It seems both Davion and Jaron found him but Jaron gave him the punishment. However during that time, Melinda came back from her look around while she was tired after getting a call from Mouse to come back.

"Mouse, I just got your message. Did you guys have any luck finding him?" she asked but she looks up. Mouse saw but sighed.

"Well no but it seems Davion and Jaron found him." she said.

"Oh? Did they? But where.." she asked for Mouse to point. In the kitchen, everyone was speechless seeing Mineta shaking in fear while cleaning up and behaving for once. He was being watched by Jaron who was showing a smile.

"See? It was not too bad was it?" he said having a hand on his shoulder even if he was gripping it, scaring Mineta even more.

"N..N..N..No s..s...sir. Nope. It was fine. All fine!" he said crying even if he also looked like a mess. Mineta got some burns on him from Davion, a few bruises, a swollen eye, blood was seen but cleaned up and he looked just like a mess.

After catching him, Jaron made Mineta give the girls their stolen clothes again well after washing them well so it was like he never took them but he gave them back so the girls can fold them and put them away in carrying bags to take home.

He then was forced to give a full written down sorry to every girl he's stolen from. Even to the ones on a video chat with the fraction girl members in philly, the ones from the jujutsu group, and the ones from New Jersey. Jaron then had asked Davion help with getting another beat down by the boys this time while making him say sorry once more to insure he wouldn't do this again.

Yeah, he made sure Mineta learned his lesson alright. Even the boys in the fractions was shocked not expecting this from Jaron. And he's usually the peace keeper! Though, they seem even he had a breaking point.

".....Ummm..did I miss something?" Melinda asked with a sweatdrop.

"Yeah..you missed a bit but we'll explain later." Mouse said but the guys were nervous to speak seeing Mineta cleaning up like a good boy. She goes to see then noticed.

"Ummm Jaron?" He heard Melinda's voice to look at her but his gentle happy self relaxed seeing his girlfriend.

"Hey Melinda, I'm happy to see you came back. I was wondering where you been to." he said going to happily hug her tight even if she blinks to hug him back.

"Yeah I was..looking for that little thief but it seems you and Davion found him." she said.

"We did but..Melinda, I believe Mineta has something to say to you...don't you Mineta?" Jaron said in a scary yet happy tone making Mineta more scared.

"I..I do.." he said shaking but he looks to Melinda but was bowing his head.

"I..I'm sorry Miss Brooks. I didn't mean t..to steal your panties, bras and uhh...k..kiss you on the cheek. T..that was wrong of me s..so I cleaned them for you a..and...uhhh...been doing some things to help Jaron around! B..but I hope you like the tea and things I made." he said but Melinda blinks.

Wait, he did what now? She looked more shocked seeing he even had her stolen panties and bras clean like he said but they were resting in Jinx's arms to insure he didn't try anything.

"I...Ummm thank you I think.." she mutters even with Mineta going back to cleaning up. She looks to him but then at Jaron who was happy.

"....I get the feeling you really scarred him for life Jaron.." she said.

"Well, you know I'm not the one for violence Melinda but when it comes to you I have to make a little acception. No one won't harm or do anything to you again." he said happily hugging her but she blinks to blush a little even from that. He even pulls back to gently kiss her cheek while she blushed worse.

Before asking, she then saw Christine, Sid, and Layla appear happily licking her face as they tackle her down. Even the baby pup was yipping and resting on her head.

"H..Hey guys wait that tickles!" she said trying to calm them down but Jaron was happy. See all was well again!

"....Note to self, never piss Jaron off. That was fucking scary.." Rust mutters to the DBT males who agreed on that.

"Agreed.." Fin mutters back.

"T..true.." Joshua said.

"...." Rex nods but agreed.

Yeah, they were scared from seeing Jaron that angry but that's what Mineta gets for stealing and kissing Jaron's girlfriend.

"Yeah...he's scary when pissed off. Even more than me." Bakugo admits that even the six claws were shocked hearing that from him! Though, they didn't question it. But it goes to show, never mess with someone's girlfriend but thanks to the Jackal and Dragon, the days of the mokkori thief has come to a close. So all was well.

[world-of-stones-and-colors]

Hey Larry, what do you think about your position as both a gym leader and a member of the elite four? Like what are your thoughts and feelings about having to fill both of those positions?

Larry was silent for several, long minutes, the only indication on his otherwise expressionless face to show that he'd even acknowledged the question being the slight knit of his brow. What was he supposed to say? That both positions were solely because he was involved with Area Zero? That he only knew about what was going on because he'd read documents he wasn't supposed to after realizing something shifty was going on at the league offices? It had been just a simple office job in the beginning; boring, predictable, and then he'd got curious, and rightly so, by the Hell he was now involved in. Geeta hadn't been happy, of course, when he'd confronted her about what was going on down there, that old rebellious streak from his youth still guiding him when it came to other, innocent people's safety.

What kind of League put their people in danger like this? Ai, time travel, Pokemon that shouldn't be here; he was angry, still is angry, but Geeta had offered him a compromise in exchange for not spilling what he'd found out: He could help stop it. Work for her, not in the offices, but directly under her as both an Elite Four and Gym Leader, and he could personally keep innocent people out of danger.

Of course, he'd accepted without hesitation.

He knew what she as doing, piling all this on him as some sort of revenge or punishment for snooping around, but he didn't care. Battling was fun, it being a nice break from pushing papers all day and night, a break that he hadn't let himself had since...

It didn't matter, it was his job to keep people safe, to be boring normal old Larry so that no one would expect that his placement in Medali was purposeful. He liked the town, he really did, but it hadn't been his choice to live there. It had been his choice to stay, however. He wasn't bound here, Geeta had made that clear. He hadn't done anything to land him in any big trouble, reading a few 'misplaced' documents to 'try and figure out who they belonged to' hardly justified any serious consequences, so long as he kept his mouth shut, he wouldn't be brought into any legal troubles about 'defamation of the Pokemon League' with accusations he couldn't prove. Staying, becoming a part of this conspiracy, it allowed him to put himself between people and the danger hidden just around the corner. If more people knew, they would go down there. For now, things were under control, there was no need to bring in any stronger people high up the ladder to subdue what the professor had done. So long as he did his job perfectly, kept all of that shit in that hole, they could hopefully find a way to fix this as time went on.

But he doesn't say any of that, it staying firmly locked behind his teeth as it should be. No, instead he just gives a shrug, like you'd just asked him his opinion about the weather. "I think it beats sitting in a cubicle all day. That's reserved for Friday's."

[gothicknightz]

prey upon the youth — jerome valeska

notes: will become a series, the reader is female, punchline reference if you squint

warnings: mentions of cheating

Like a virus spreading throughout the body, Gotham was destined to destroy and fail its youth. There was no hope for the children and teens whose tired feet and defeated demeanor ran amok in the alleyways. They were weapons of mass destruction to anyone who encountered them, always looking for a higher level of class in the streets.

Most children of filthy youth turned to drugs or crime to keep them occupied or stable, with a percentage of them being orphaned or lost in one way or another. 

The driving force in their reasonings and actions was crazy enough to make someone go mad.

Especially the ones in Arkham Asylum. They could be the real threats to the metropolis.

As she slammed the baseball bat repeatedly into the car’s hood, an angry glare juxtaposed the wide grin on her face; she was having fun. 

Given the current state of affairs, she had caught her boyfriend partying, surrounded by dozens of pretty Gotham elite girls, despite telling her that he was ‘sick.’ 

But that wasn’t even the worse part.

He took one of the girls back to their once-shared apartment, the said girl being her best friend.

“Alexis?” She had asked after coming across her in the hallway.

“Look, (y/n), it’s not what it looks like.” Alexis had tried to defend herself, putting her hands up.

“It’s definitely what it looks like. You slept with my boyfriend.”

“It wasn’t on purpose, I swear!”

“Get out.”

“(y/n), I’m telling you- I didn’t mean to!”

“Get out!”

The memories and intrusive thoughts replayed in her mind, further progressing the strength of her rage-fueled destruction. 

“I hope daddy’s money can pay for that, you son of a-”

She stopped in her tracks as she heard a police siren pierce her ears, giving her no time to react as the car rolled right in front of her.

“And what exactly are you doing, young lady?”

“None of your business, officer.” The girl scoffed as she brushed the man off and went back to smashing the car, raising the bat before the officer spoke once more.

“Try this one.” He said before tossing her a metal bat.

A confused look on her face spread instantly as usually, she’d be in cuffs by now.

Removing the hat, a grin was plastered on the man’s face.

“The name’s Jerome.”

[anhxdonia]

MAHARTH PRASAD CHANDRASEKHAR. “ i must know. ”

[ SENDHIL RAMAMURTHY, 50, CIS MAN, HE/HIM ] Welcome to Antioch, MAHARTH PRASAD CHANDRASEKHAR ! Local sources report that you’ve been in town for 2 WEEKS and are known to be CHARMING yet EVASIVE. Others have dredged up rumors that you’re involved in THE VAMPIRE OF ANTIOCH as a SUSPECT, but most know you for your work as the new PROFESSOR OF COMPARATIVE RELIGIONS at ANTIOCH UNIVERSITY.

Character Name. Danish Maharth Prasad Chandrasekhar / ದಾನೀಶ ಮಹಾರ್ಥ ಪ್ರಸಾದ ಚಂದ್ರಶೇಖರ್ Nickname(s). Danu, Som, Maha Face Claim. Sendhil Ramamurthy   Birthday.  October 27, 1974 Place of birth. Mysuru, Karnataka State, India Sexuality. Fluid Zodiac. Scorpio (Western), Tula/Libra (Vedic), Mīna (Rasi), Purva-Bhadrapada (Nakshatra) MBTI.  ESTP-A Moral Alignment. True Neutral Occupation. Professor of Comparative Religions, Adjunct Lecturer on Social Anthropology and Folklore Place of work. Antioch University Subplot affiliation. The Vampire of Antioch  3 positive traits. Affable, Passionate, Social 3 negative traits. Inquisitive, Distractable, Mercurial  Languages. Kannada, Tamil, Hindi, and English in his everyday life. Latin, Aramaic, Hebrew, Arabic, and Koine Greek for academic studies. Love language. Expressing — gift-giving, words of affirmation; Receiving — physical touch, words of affirmation

BIOGRAPHY.

! TW: death, religious intolerance, political assassination, references to violence, discrimination.

The fifth child and youngest son of a prominent Mysuru politician and cabinet member, he was born Danish Prasad Chandrasekhar—a proud expression of his Kannadiga and Tamil heritage and his family's Muslim upbringing. Days were filled with the scent of old, well-loved books and fine tea, a quiet peace shared by the big family. The Chandrasekhars were well-off, surrounded by art and culture. They had everything, no, more than everything they needed and never looked outward. Therefore, they were, in essence, cut off from the world around them. Foolishly, Danish believed their way of living would be eternal.

Therefore, the Chandrasekhars never noticed the warning signs. Figuratively spritzed perfume over the smoke that came in the form of angry letters stuffed in mailboxes. And on a hot night in April, when Danish was away at a youth camp, his family and home were all lost to a raging fire set by a fringe group of dissidents following a contested election. Days after the tragedy, the six-year-old was taken in by an aunt on his mother's side. She was a Classics professor at Bangalore University and a practicing Hindu, and she legally changed his name to Maharth in her misguided idea of 'protection.'

Confused about the warring wills of his beloved nation and nursing a trauma he could not understand as a child, Maharth grew up in a religious household but socially became secular as he delved into learning about the various belief systems around him. He'd been gifted as a child, not only in learning languages but also in the connections of his birth, and his acceptance into the University of Oxford was all but guaranteed.

Maharth was a definite scholar, embracing academia with a matchless love that his peers, many talented beyond their years but still impetuous with youth, couldn't understand. Stranger still was Maharth's proclivities. Upon achieving his Master's in Comparative Theology at Oxford and bearing the unofficial title of an academic darling of the presses bearing the acclaimed name of his education, the newly minted professor chose fellowships in schools far from the eyes of the elite. Maybe he'd give a lecture at York or a semester at Harvard, but Maharth was more than content with setting up an office in the backwoods of America one day and the steppes of Siberia the next.

As years passed, Professor Chandrasekhar's disappearances and reappearances became part of his mystery, an appealing asterisk on the famous educator's magnetic persona. So no eyebrows were raised, and questions caught at the helm of one's throat when the eccentric intelligentsia took up a residency at Antioch University in southern Oregon. A man as odd as Maharth would be a perfect fit with a place as infamously strange as Antioch, they thought, oblivious to how correct they'd be in their assumptions.

& THE VAMPIRE OF ANTIOCH.

The victims of the case have been past and present students of Maharth's classes. This information is not public knowledge.

MISC. HEADCANONS.

enjoys fine teas and has shipped in his personal cupboard filled with porcelain teacups and mugs, has a sweet tooth but only indulges on thursdays, is a vegetarian and a half-decent cook but opts for leftovers, currently resides in a short-term rental villa at verdant hills thanks to a generous friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend-slash-benefactor, annotates all of his books with pen (and thus can never donate them to a library or give them away), and checks his astrology readings weekly.

WANTED CONNECTION. ( ASSAM. ) ANTAGONISTIC/ROMANTIC.

VIBES: Hannibal-lite, cat-and-mouse games, visitations without a warrant, pet names uttered between sips of tea.

[ Though Maharth is the supposed newcomer in town, he has a surprising wealth of knowledge about Antioch, specifically the case of the Vampire of Antioch. Though on the surface, there doesn't seem to be a connection between the professor and the case victims, upon closer inspection, there's something that doesn't add up... your muse decides to investigate — blatantly? covertly? — and Maharth is very willing to cooperate. After all, the pursuit of knowledge is key to one's self-discovery and enlightenment. ]

MID 40s+, catered to anyone interested in the vampire of antioch case. the romance angle is up to chemistry, but the underlying antagonism is the bedrock of this dynamic! — (2/2)

KANG KAI SOO; @kcngkai

ELINAM IKHLAS MANSARAY; @c1andest1ne

WANTED CONNECTION. ( DARJEELING. ) PLATONIC/MENTORSHIP.

VIBES: The Secret History, dark academia, midnight readings of sacred texts on the university lawns.

[ The new professor in town is making waves at Antioch University, with his classes reaching max capacity already in the first week of enrollment. His lectures are a hit with the youth, and some are even vying to be selected for the Professor's exclusive after-hour labs for hands-on, experiential learning. However, it is Maharth who ultimately decides, and whoever he accepts must meet some pre-requisites. ]

21+, students or auditors at Antioch University. — (0/4)

WANTED CONNECTION. ( KAHWAH. ) ANTAGONISTIC.

VIBES: The Departed (2006), sicko-to-sicko communication, laying dead flowers on the grave of your worstie, a chaste kiss on the side of a gun's barrel.

[ Whether it's a historical event or a chance encounter, both your muse and Maharth are aware of each other's secrets, which could shake up the town's status quo if revealed. However, the two are at a standstill since they are both firmly established in their roles, and their social circles only partially overlap. So even if they like to subtly hint at a revelation to the journalist or make a veiled threat, they know they won't get away with it without the other exacting swift vengeance. ]

35+, for anyone into wacky-zany toxicity of mutually assured destruction. — (0/1)

WANTED CONNECTION. ( NOON. ) FLIRTATIONSHIP.

VIBES: All of Us Strangers (2023), memories of the one who got away, finding fractions of the one in other people, tip-toeing dotted boundary lines.

[ It's said that "hurt people hurt hurt people," but can hurt people heal hurt people? Your muse and Maharth hit it off, and neither of them says why, though they know it reminds them of what love could've been. Part maladaptive coping mechanism and part feeling understood and seen for the first time, your muse and Maharth casually date and flirt, seeking escape and comfort with no strings attached. Although ignorance is bliss, and both are willfully ignorant, the town around them refuses to let them bury their heads in the sand. ]

MID 40s+, a doomed relationship considering what happens in this small town. — (1/1)

JOHN WEAVER; @godsunderfoot

WANTED CONNECTION. ( MASALA. ) PLATONIC/FAMILIAL.

VIBES: "wdyn uncle maharth is suspected of being a serial killer??? he got me tix to universal studios in orlando" :((((

[ Your muse has always known Uncle Maharth as a gregarious friend who spoiled you with gifts and praise. In town, Maharth is as friendly as ever, always there to listen to your troubles over sweets and tea. Your muse is aware of rumors going around, and while they doubt their veracity, it's hard to deny that Uncle Maharth is odd—weirder than what you remember as a child. Your muse starts to question if they truly know the man or if nostalgia is tinting their perception. ]

ANY AGE under 35, those who could be related to the Chandrasekhars, or have family in academia who are friends with Maharth. — (1/2?)

RESHIKA NIVANT DIVEKAR; @fatedghosts

PARALLELS & TROPES.

Hannibal (NBC Hannibal), Lestat de Lioncourt (Interview with a Vampire), Iago (Othello), Chase Young (Xiaolin Showdown, yes I am for real), Ryuk (Death Note). Affably Evil, Soft Spoken Sadist, The Corruptor.

MEMES.

! TW: nsfw humor, mentions of blood

[ mun note: as someone who is not of kannadiga or tamil heritage, i have relied on information from online resources. if anyone from these communities has constructive criticism for my portrayal of this character, please let me know. i am always open to learning! please note that any portrayals of dark content are not reflective of endorsements of the author. thank you! ]