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waddlewaddlewaddlewaddle · 1 year ago

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Summary: Life leads you to treacherous roads after deciding to enter the dangerous life you knew well not to follow.Having gojo by your side inviting you deeper and deeper into all that’s wrong in the world, inciting you to be selfish and carefree wasn’t supposed to be to your liking, so why do you shiver with adrenaline every time he decides to be the devil on your shoulder?

Contents: Mafia boss gojo x secretary reader.(civilian au ig)

-Secret crush!!

-Yandere Gojo.

Gojo being an egocentric bitch! Wealthy gojo! X no nonsense reader.

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Warnings: Simp Gojo ig, trigger warning if you’re not interested in anything mafia related. The narration of this story is inspired by Latin and Asian mafia.

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The car was slightly quiet, besides Gojo’s occasional replies to his phone call. The chauffeur seemed to have his mouth taped shut, only focusing on taking you to the warehouse where your boss's jets are stored.

The 3 a.m. breeze passing through the window and kissing your face is starting to make your cheeks cold to the touch. The night’s temperature makes you kind of regret your outfit choice, but what could you say? Leaving the drugs and mafia behind, it was your first time visiting China! You were so excited for every new experience there was to offer. You may be there on a “business trip,” but considering all your expenses are paid, you might as well make it memorable. That led you to go all out when choosing the first outfit you’d wear when flying private. Your chest was adorned by a burgundy sleeveless turtleneck top, a black miniskirt that hugged your waist, and some below-the-knee leather-heeled boots that combined with your top.

You quickly shook the regret away. Your priority is to progress on this week's worth of work, taking advantage of the current free time you have. Your soft fingertips quickly tapped the warm computer resting on your thighs. Unbeknownst to yourself, the tall figure with fluffy white hair scratched his undercut with one hand while the other lazily held the phone close to his ear. He couldn’t help but dare to take a peek at your smooth legs. He tried to contain himself, which he really did, but his eyes couldn’t help but wander up your thighs. The phone call is now long forgotten, only working as a background nose for his shameful fantasy, where he lies his head on your cushiony, soft thighs while your long nails trace figures along his scalp.

-“Whatcha looking at doesn’t like my outfit or what?”-You question catching him off guard after finally noticing his burning stare.

Gojo’s eyes widened in surprise, but his ego wasn’t going to let him keep quiet and possibly seem embarrassed in front of you or anyone. So he quickly fixed his posture and struck back.

-“Are those the boots I gave you for Christmas? It's the first time I’ve seen you wear them. They don’t look completely hideous on you.”

Gojo thanked whatever god still had mercy on him for giving him the perfect excuse to look your way.

-“It is the first time I’m wearing them!!! How did you notice?” - You giggled at him shamelessly, flashing him your pearly whites. How could you do this to him? Now he wanted to buy every pair of boots in the world just to see your smile as you showed them off to him and blushed at him.-“ I wish I was as easily observant as you. You’re once again correct. I just wanted to save them for a nice event.”

-“You've never been on a plane before?"

-“Not a private one.”

Poor you.

So your first time is going to be with me, huh? How sweet.” Gojo joked proudly, wearing a smug smile.

You threw some sticky notes at his head that you had in your purse, to which he just responded with a low and slow cackle.

The chauffeur looked back in surprise, wondering how you still had all your extremities together after disrespecting the boss like that.

You now rest your chin on the window as you approach the warehouse. After passing various checkpoints with armed men in the middle of nowhere, you finally arrive at his warehouse.

Geto ordered around the employees as they packed something onto the jet. You couldn’t continue snooping since one of your guards opened the door to signal you to leave the car.

As you get off, you feel the rough concrete make friction with your boots. As you start to explore the view, you see like five warehouses surrounding the pathway. As your assistants grab the luggage in the trunk, you look around for familiar faces.

You promptly see your boss appear from the side of the train and shortly walk over to you.

-“Ladies first.” -He points with his head to the open silver jet door.

You glance back at him in a distrusting manner and soon head into the aircraft. The cabin smelled sterile, the hallways were wide and decorated with cashmere white seats adorned by cedar walls with floating tables and big round windows to your side was a twin bed with feathery pillows and cushiony covers.

-“Can i sleep here? If I fall asleep right now, I might avoid jet lag.” - You ask this question while settling down on the bouncy bed, you avoided giving any compliments to your boss, you didn’t want to seem easily surprised by his extravagant wealth.

-“Tired already? I thought you wanted to spend the night with me.”-He banters as usual.

-“As if you could offer me a good night.”- You joke back, and he simply raises an eyebrow.-“I’m feeling a little groggy, but if you need me up, I’ll be charging you a nighttime fee in USD of course, since we are traveling internationally.”

Gojo opens his mouth to respond but is shortly interrupted by his godmother.

-“Gas tanks are full; flights starting in 5.”-Comments the raven head while serving himself and Gojo a cup of whiskey from the bar.

-“Want some?” -He asks, looking toward your direction.

-“It’s 3 a.m.; what type of question is that? Pass the bottle, bro.”-You respond while tying your hair for a fun night.

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Your knocked-out body is seen slugging on the before mentioned bed, neck in a creepy pose and your cheeks painted red. Your skirt is slightly riding up on your thighs,barely noticeable to the untrained eye,but still too much for Gojo's liking.

Gojo and Geto are sitting down in the seats in front of you, enjoying the spectacle of your drunken self. They’re still completely sober from their third glass of whisky.

Gojo takes his phone out and is about to take a picture until Geto grabs his hand.

-“Better not; what if she gets mad and fucks up our taxes.”- His best friend intervenes.

Gojo quietly nods and reincorporates himself into his seat, spreading his legs as far as possible , sliding his Ferragamo shoes across the carpet to touch your boots with the tip of his footwear.

After strutting back into the cabin from speaking with the pilots in the cockpit,Geto let’s gojo know that they’re landing in Sanduzhen in about an hour, just to later disappear into one of the rooms on the jet. Meanwhile, Gojo is still staring at your freshly run-over deer pose.

You look so uncomfortable.

You may even wake up with neck pain.

He wasn’t very content with the thought of you waking up hungover and with neck pain.

He sat up and looked around to see if anyone was looking at him, then strategically hooked his arm under your knees while grasping your arms with the other hand. Once he had you in a bridal position, he crouched down a bit and grabbed your leather purse to later stand back up again. He was so tempted to just stand there and hold you in his arms like a big baby and feel your hot breath tickle his neck, but he recognized you both have a busy day ahead of you, so he simply had to ignore your sweet cotton candy perfume and lay you to rest. He swiftly headed to the back of the cabin, where his bedroom is located, to next effortlessly open the door and shut it behind himself.

He laid your limp body cozily on the comforter, and he then proceeded to carefully sit on the bed while side-eyeing you to see if you would flutter your eyes open and catch him red-handed. Once he confirmed you were out like a light, he gently unzipped your boots and put them aside to then cover you with the thickest, softest blanket he could find.

He just as carefully stood up and was just about to walk off and do whatever shady shit he usually does when he realized he deserved a treat for being such a gentleman, right?

He crouched down to your face level and took his big, cold, and scarily pale hand and tamed the wild hairs that cover your face. His pointer finger then started to trace all your factions. He could feel his cheeks burn as your soft skin met with his finger tips. As if he weren’t already testing the limits of his self-control, his gaze faltered at the sight of your pink, rosy lips, slightly agape. He was better than this; he knew better than to fantasize about locking lips with his secretary. But he needed to get something out of it, something that was worth the agony he experienced at the thought that he couldn’t just lay next to you and cuddle away the cold, something worth his jagged breaths as he tried to ignore your intoxicating scent or worth making him hate himself as he acted like a teenage boy around you, like he wasn’t beheading some messengers from a rival gang then sending some of their parts to their boss and their families.

So he said, Fuck it, and submerged his head between your neck and hair as he inhaled your essence. After getting drunk on your scent, he backed off and planted a chaste kiss on your bare shoulder. He wishes to plant many more, but one is all he can afford for the moment.

Then he decided to finally leave before doing anything crazy, and to his luck he managed to withdraw from his room a few minutes before Geto left his own.

-“Satoru.”

-“Yeah?” The white-haired man replied, concealing his previous high adrenaline rush.

-“Do you think she’ll find out?”

After his best friend muttered that sentence, every drop of joy drained from his system.

-"What’s done is done.”

The godmothers face winced before an announcement was heard on the cabin speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s your pilot speaking; we have arrived in Shanghai, mainland China.”

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A/n: Hello my beautiful angels , I hope you enjoyed this chapter. What do you guys think gojo is hiding from the reader? Did you like the secret one sided romance going on? I’d like to remember y’all that suggestions and request are open. Once again comments are appreciated, until next time, kisses.💋

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cat--4 · 6 months ago

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intro post!!

hiiii i was scrolling through people’s blogs and realized i never made an intro post, so here we are!!

basic info:

name: Cat, Cat__4. it doesn’t really matter, just don’t use my real name if you know it

age: not saying, but i am a minor.

i’m straight. Emmy, i will beat the queer allegations, trust.

pronouns: she/her and am i biological female

race: asian american. no, i don’t eat dogs or cats.

other random info: fyi, i’m not the most active person, i will be occasionally on and off tumblr and stuff so yeah! possibly having ADHD, who knows? not me! overall i am a dry texter, so don’t take it personally if my messages/responses are dry.

Fandoms/hyperfixations!!!!

Fandoms are JJK, star wars (tho not as involved) , Lifesteal SMP( i don’t watch as often), Minecraft (in general).

and Webtoons!!!

i’m basically obsessed with almost webtoon i read, so here’s the list:

Omniscient Reader, SBG, Villain to Kill, G.O.D., Down to Earth, Morgan’s and Oz, 1HP Club, Rebirth, Code Adam(hiatus), My Deepest Secret(finished), Marry My Husband(finished), The Guy Upstairs (and indefinite hiatus), unOrdinary, Castle Swimmer, MGNB, SubZero, Lumine (finished), Time-Limited Genius Dark Knight, Hand Jumper, City of Blank, Love 4 a Walk, Silent Screams, Hand Jumper, Behind Her Highness’s Smile, Mafia Nanny, Angel of Death, To the Stars and Back(finished), Heartstopper

id say no NSFW in my asks (if anything comes in lol)

please don’t ask abt controversial topics, i practically live under a rock with the news

i may or may not curse or have swear words in my posts as an fyi

NO HATE AGAINST LGBTQ+ COMMUNITY, OR I WILL NOT HESITATE TO BLOCK YOU.

anyways, have fun!!

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riaarivic · 2 years ago

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HATE 10: UGH! (M) I MYG x F!reader

🌙 Pairings YoongixReader

🌙 Genres Mafia!AU, Smut, Angst, Action, Thriller, Enemies to lovers

🌙 Rating 18+ minors DNI

🌙 Summary You were an INTERPOL Agent assigned to infiltrate the depths of the most powerful Gang in South Korea: The Seven Moons. Your objective: to impersonate the daughter of one of their leaders and destroy the operation from within. That is, if they don't discover you first.

And Traitors won’t have the mercy of a quick death

🌙 Warnings For this chapter: Minor character death, drugs, foul language, mentions of organized crime. If any of theses topics make you unconfortable, please don't read this chapter. This is a mafia au, and organized crime is not all handsome boys and nice cars. This chapter and the next one are DARK.

So, if any of this triggers you, see you on chapter 12. Don't worry, you'll still understand the story. But no, this is not a filler chapter.

🌙 A/N At no time do I (the author) encourage this activity in real life, it is important that you know that the criminal acts in this book are that, a crime, as well as harmful to health and should not be romanticized. This is all a work of fiction for entertainment purposes.

Love, Ria

🌙 Chapter wordcount 5k (the longest one yet)

🌙 Series Index

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HATE 10: UGH! (M) I MYG x F!reader

Rage? Of course you need it When it burns up there's always a reason Mayhaps it’s our history Sometimes it changes the world

Anger.

That was all Suga could feel right now.

Red, hot, flaming anger.

That’s all he could feel since he received the call from JHope telling him that you had been kidnapped and no one knew where you were.

But the worst was when he learned who was suspected for your disappearance.

The Jade Dragon.

Of course anger was necessary.

He felt like a man about to lose his sanity.

But before he did…

He would kill a few men first.

The dimly-lit interrogation room was filled with the stench of sweat and fear. Suga stood across from an old man in cuffs, his ruined demeanor did not change the fact that he once was one of the most powerful men in the Asian mafia clans.

Wang Jiaer.

The former second in command of the Jade Dragon.

That Kim Dohan captured and thrown into a wet, dimly lit room in the basement of the Seven Moons Mansion.

Like a fallen warrior.

That was turned into a war souvenir for Kim DoHan.

"Where is she?" Suga demanded.

The old man coughed, spewing blood on the concrete floor of the dimly lit basement. He grimaced, his wrinkled face twisting into a grotesque smile. “Still haven’t learned any manners I see, young man.”

Suga glowered at the former leader of Jade Dragon, his grip tightening on the baseball bat in his hands. “You seem awfully cheerful for a dead man, old timer.”

"I don't know what you're talking about," the man stammered, his eyes darting around the room. The old man chuckled. “I’ve been dead for 20 years, boy. Your Leader just didn’t have the balls to finish the job.” His grin widened, showcasing his blood stained teeth. “Not like you.”

Suga swung the bat, smashing the old man’s fingers with a sickening crack. The man shrieked, his pained cries echoing in the empty basement. "Where is she?" she asked for a second time.

The man's eyes widened in surprise. "What makes you think that I would know something about it? I'm here," he said, lifting his hand to show the cuffs “and my clan is done for, your Leader made sure of it.”

"Because nothing happens above ground without you hearing about it," Suga replied, his eyes narrowing. "And I don’t know, the pile of bodies with a pretty memo sitting on Jhope’s bay with your clan emblem on it, might really send a message.”

The young gangster rounded the table that stood between them to be in front of the old man “I am going to ask only one more time. We’ll see how many more parts of you I’ll have to break before you die,” He paused “Where is Lee NaRi?”

The old man panted, his mangled fingers twisting at unnatural angles. But his eyes glinted with amusement. “Still don’t have the stomach for this, do you boy?”

Suga grabbed the old man’s collar and hauled him up from the chair, growling into his bruised face. “Do not fucking test me, Wang”

The old man chuckled. “You bark loud but your bite is lacking. I told you, the Jade Dragon clan is finished. I have been your family’s pet for 2 decades, I know nothing.”

The man gave him a low chuckle. "But I did hear about that, corpse container. Nice touch, a litte on the dramatic side. Not our style though" he paused and leaned towards Suga. “Oh, yes. You look just like your father, boy. He must be very proud in whatever deep corner of hell he ended up...”

“I DO NOT HAVE FUCKING TIME FOR YOUR GAMES, WANG!” Suga screamed at the man’s face, interrupting him, his gaze piercing. "And my father is Kim Dohan. He is very much alive," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "Start talking, and if you say something of value I might give you something you want."

"You and I both know that is not your father's name. And what do you know about what I want, young man?" the man asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Death” Suga said simply “you know there’s nothing for you outside these walls anymore. You want release”

“Oh, no. I want retribution, young man. I want Kim Dohan’s entire bloodline to suffer and disappear from the face of the Earth. I want that everything he has ever wanted to be suddenly ripped from his bloody hands… and only then, I want to die” Suga could see the warrior inside the old second in command; he was beaten, malnourished, there wasn’t an inch of skin that wasn’t bruised.

But he still commanded power.

Suga let out a tired sigh knowing there was no other way to make Wang talk. So he let go of the baseball bat he had on his hands to bow his head.

“Please.”

His men behind him looked at him in shock.

One of the young leaders of The Seven Moons was…

Beggin.

Even the old second in command couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. But he semed to be pleased.

“You must really care for this girl If you are willing to trade your pride for her” The old man sighed and tried to stand up, but his bruised legs could not let him. He extended one hand to take Suga’s “We did not do it. That is all I know. We are not responsible for the girl’s disappearance.” His voice was a dead man's sincerity. Suga knew he wasn't lying.

He didn't have to.

“Then who took her? Someone else is pulling the strings, someone on the inside. They knew where she was going and that she only had one bodyguard with her. Was it...was it my brother? Was it Namjoon?” Suga tried and failed to not let his voice break.

Anger was starting to wear off.

And something else was bubbling inside him.

The old man sighed, shaking his head with an incredulous smile. “Your family and your trust issues. Always so quick to turn on your own blood.” His eyes glinted ominously. “The person responsible for the girl’s kidnapping is the same person who is responsible for the death of your father and the disappearance of your mother”

“My mother is dead.”

“Did you see a body? Listen young boy, you came here looking for the truth. And this is the only one I can give you. After all this time, at least you showed some manners and I owe it to her.” The old man paused and he knew he was waiting for him to continue “Your Leader killed your grandfather. To start the clan wars and then he killed your father. But Kim DoHan could never kill your mother”

The room went silent.

Like the moment right after a lighting strikes.

Suga was waiting for the thunder.

“Your mother is alive. Young man, and I think is time you go see her, she will know where the girl is. If you can find her first.” The look on Suga's face was a mix of confusion and anger.

“I gave you what you wanted and I kept my promise” the man whispered. “Now give me what I want”

With a swift move Suga got his gun outside his holster and shot the old man right between his eyes.

Death.

A clean shot.

There it was, the thunder.

The terrifying sound hat announced the beginning of the storm that was starting to brew on Suga’s soul.

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Location unknown, South Korea

Tap...

A leak was falling from the ceiling, the lack of windows and the artificial light coming in from the other room told you that you were in some sort of basement.

You were starting to regain consciousness and your survival instinct kicked in immediately.

Your brain was on agent mode observing everything that could tell you anything about where you were and who were your captors.

Your eyes started traveling around the room, the walls are made of rough concrete, with no decorations or furnishings to make the space more comfortable. A metal door with a small window and a sliding bolt lock separates the basement from the rest of the building, making escape impossible.

The only furniture in the room is a mattress on the floor, a bucket in the corner for waste disposal, and a small table with a lamp and a chair where the protagonist's captor might sit to watch over her. The air is musty and stale, with a faint smell of dampness and mildew.

Remember every fucking thing you see, there is no time for a panick attack. You thought.

Pay attention.

You could distinguish a factory logo on the wall in front of you.

There were no such buildings in Seoul, so you must be on the outskirts?

Unless, you had been moved to another state while you were unconscious.

You could also tell that you were nowhere near the coast by the absence of saltpeter in the structures.

You knew that at least three men were in charge of you, all carrying firearms and pocket knives.

But from what you had seen they had no clan markings.

Not a single tattoo.

Nothing to identify them.

That was strange...

That was all you had been able to discover so far, you weren’t sure how long you had been in that room

They kept you drugged, almost unconscious for the most part. But you could guess that it had been at least a day because they had fed you twice.

So far none of the men had spoken to you, they just went in to bring you food and came back out. Without looking at you, if you spoke to them they did not respond.

You heard them speaking in a dialect you could not quite place. But you knew it was from China.

Which was weird.

The members from the Jade Dragon were all from Beijing, a few of them from some northern regions.

But you were almost sure they were speaking in Wu.

Which was fucking weird.

Because the Shanghai triad did not work with the Jade Dragon.

Not at all.

You said it two times before.

It was weird.

You were sitting on a mattress that seemed to be dirtier than the floor itself; with your hands starting to feel numb from the restraints that immobilized you. Your head hurt a little and you could still hear a ringing in your ears from the loud blow you had taken.

You were almost sure that you had a concussion and that the head wound was going to leave a scar...

At the very least.

You knew it was useless to try to escape even if she broke free of your restraints because you had been unconscious when you were taken there. You had no idea how far you were from the exit, nor how many men might be outside the place.

You were very good in combat but going outside like this was suicide.

Fuck.

You knew perfectly well the dangers you were exposing yourself to every time you accepted a mission. This was not the first time you have been in such a situation.

There were some scars on your skin that were proof of how dangerous your job was.

And then…

There were the other scars you couldn't see.

Those really hurt.

You had to stay calm.

Your best hope was that you would be found soon.

At least you hoped so.

No, you knew Yoongi would look for you.

Hopefully he was going to find you alive.

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Suga just killed a man.

And he was about to kill another.

Specifically the one who let you leave the house with only one bodyguard.

“Namjoon!” Suga kicked open the doors to the meeting room where all his brothers were. “If even one hair on her head isn't intact when we find her, I'm going to kill you. It's a fucking promise”

Suga was past the point where he could control himself.

Anger was a fire that consumed everything in its path and the Second in Command would be the first target.

“Suga. Know. Your fucking. Place” Namjoon, who was sitting on the top of the table, barked each of the words as an order “I won't let you talk to me that way.”

The black-haired man let out a sinister laugh “Ah, you won’t? Then tell me brother, how is it that Nari, who is supposed to be our greatest responsibility, left this house without enough protection? “He paused when he was in front of him “With your permission?”

On the meeting room’s table you could see open computers and messy papers sprawled everywhere you looked.

To say that the seven Moons were in chaos was an understatement.

And what made things worse The Leader sent them a clear message:

He will not help them find the young heiress.

You were their responsibility.

And whatever happened to you.

Kim DoHan swore to his sons, he would do it to them.

“I don't have to explain anything I do to you, Suga” Namjoon looked right into his eyes. Even if Suga was raging like a demon fresh out of hell, the Second in Command was intimidating. A calm sinister demeanor surrounding him.

“You don't have to explain yourself?!? “ That was enough for the clan’s shadow to lose control and throw the first punch straight to his face “You break a promise, you lose a finger remember? Didn't we all swear to protect our father?” Suga screamed right at Namjoon’s face, Jhope tried to separate them but The eldest brother held him back.

“This is on them,” he said.

Suga threw a second punch and this time Namjoon didn't dodge it, he let him hit him again “Do it then.” He took out a knife from his coat pocket “Start by cutting my finger. But after you finish with mine, you are next. Or did you forget that we also swore not to touch her?” The black-haired man's eyes widened, he knew he wasn't doing a good job of hiding his nightly trips to the girl's window.

The taller one held the knife by the edge of the blade hard enough for drops of blood to start dripping on the expensive fur rug. “Did you think no one would find out that you spend every night in her room? Weren't you supposed to follow her everywhere? Why didn't you follow her today? Where were you at the beauty salon?”

Shit.

As hard as it was for him to admit it, he had failed you too.

This morning he had decided to go to settle some unfinished business instead of following you as he had been doing since the day you arrived in Seoul.

That made his blood boil even more.

But he wasn't going to explain himself to that jerk Namjoon.

“No answer? How about this one, do you think father doesn't already know what you have been doing? I'm going to find her Suga, and when I do I'm going to make sure of two things.” Namjoon paused, the light seemed to drain from his eyes, replaced by a menacing darkness. “The first thing I’ll make sure of is that you never touch her again. And the second one is that you are completely out of the clan's inheritance” he finished his voice sounding more like a growl.

“You know what the funniest thing is Kim Namjoon? That you think you deserve everything, that you can control everything. Just because for now you are the right hand of the clan.” The other brothers were standing still in the room, none of them could challenge their Second in Command.

Never like that.

Unless you were Suga and didn't give a shit if you lost a finger or your whole arm “Do you think your pathetic attempt to intimidate me really works? Go ahead, cut off your own finger and keep spilling blood on the carpet. It won't be a waste, after all you're not the true heir to this clan's legacy.... “

“That's enough hyungs, damn it! While you two are playing who has the biggest dick or the purest blood or some other ridiculous bullshit. Nari-Noona is somewhere scared, alone and who knows what they might be doing to her.” To everyone's surprise, the youngest of the brothers was the one who dared to interrupt them “For God's sake, a week ago they sent us a container of corpses, what do you think they're going to do to the heir of this clan?”

Suga and Namjoon turned in surprise to look at their younger brother, there were very few occasions when JK was disrespectful to them “We are wasting time, because in the best case scenario... they are going to kill her”

And in the best case scenario The Leader would kill them for failing in their mission.

“You are right, Joon," Jin, who was sitting at the other end of the table, stood up to look at his brothers. "This is the third time we are under direct attack, so I called my police contacts. Every inch of Seoul has at least one surveillance camera and Miss Nari was kidnapped in the only place where there wasn't one. They have contacts, at least with the security department.”

Seokjin was always the most controlled of the brothers, every step he took was well calculated. So many years involved with the high forces of his country's politics had taught him to remain calm in crisis.

And even if he couldn't get any answers, something was very wrong.

“I have 5 Hacker squads trying to trace her digital footprint, there is nothing, she disappeared” Jhope was the next one to speak “We are all worried, but this is already bordering on ridiculous, you have to stop fighting.” The others nodded in agreement with what the brown-haired man had just said.

Suga threw the knife to the ground and made an exasperated sound “You're right, I'm wasting my time with you.” He finally said and crossed the doors that would lead him to the mansion’s garden.

When Suga was outside the house he felt someone grab him by the arm “Hey, the fuck is happening to you? You're not like that Hyung” it was Jhope who had followed him from the other room, clearly worried about him “Why are you so worked up? Are you... are you in love with her?”

“I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Hope” he answered trying to hide any emotion on his face.

Indifference was his best weapon.

But not with Jhope.

The younger man's eyes softened a little as he understood his brother's expression “Please don't lie to me, Hyung. I've known you since we were kids and we've both taken a bullet for each other...but if I was kidnapped today you wouldn't lose your head. Not like this.”

It was true, he had taken a bullet for Jhope years ago in the middle of a shootout but he probably wouldn't have a catfight in the middle of the room with Namjoon to protect him.

Probably.

“Let me rephrase the question. Do you care that much?” Suga knew he couldn’t lie to Jhope, his younger brother knew him too well. He could see through his every facade.

The thing is, he didn't know the answer himself.

Did he like having sex with you? Hell yes.

Did he like talking to you? Yes, he did.

Did he like the way you smiled at him right before you kissed him or the way you looked at him when he told you one of his twisted stories?

Like you didn’t judge him.

Like you understood him.

Like you didn't see him as a monster, but as a man.

Oh, shit.

🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 Last night...

“Tell me the stupidest thing you've ever done to get someone’s attention” Suga had asked you the night before while you were both still lying naked on your bed.

You let out an amused laugh “You have probably already seen it on my body. It 's embarrassing.”

Suga laughed with you, the sound was warm and his eyes were locked on yours “Nothing on your body is embarrassing to me.” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“Be serious”

“I am” he pushed a rouge strand of hair behind your ears and you decided to continue talking before you got distracted with other things”

“When I was 16 I got a Star Wars tattoo because the boy I liked liked Star Wars. I wanted to surprise him the first time he saw me naked he would see the jedi symbol” now you both started laughing “Don't judge me, haven't you done something stupid to get someone's attention?”

“Maybe.” Was the only thing he answered.

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Here 's the thing.

Suga had gone to a tattoo parlor this morning.

That was his unfinished business.

He was getting a fucking Star Wars tattoo on his ribs.

Right where you had it.

He hasn't even watched the movies.

Not even the new ones.

Oh, he was down bad. And now he had to go see his dead mother.

Scratch that.

He had to go see his un-dead mother.

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Somewhere else in the house.

“The fuck do you mean you didn’t do this. This is not what we agreed on.” Namjoon's deep voice could barely be heard inside The Leader’s office. The tall man was standing in front of the window as he spoke into the phone “Then fucking find her Yong or I’ll make sure you are going to wish I kill you.”

Yong.

The rumored dragon head of the triad.

The Second in command of the Seven Moons, had given the order to kidnap you.

On his scheme to secure his place as the heir.

He needed that for his plan to work.

When you told him this morning that you were going to visit Grace and that you didn't need so many people following you around, the young gangster thought it was the perfect opportunity to put the next part of his plan into action.

But something went horribly wrong.

And now he was the one who was betrayed.

“What have you done Namjoon-ah?” The voice of the eldest brother brought him out of his thoughts and he looked at him completely surprised “Out of all the people I thought would betray our father, I would never think of you.”

“Hyung... “

“Just tell me that, whatever you're doing, you won't hurt Miss Nari, Joon. If there is someone innocent in all this, it's her.” Jin finished entering the office looking at his brother with disbelief.

Seokjin looked at him with the eyes of an older brother. Hopefully waiting for all this to be a mistake.

Because if Namjoon betrayed his father.

He was a dead man walking.

But the elder also knew very well the resentment that Namjoon had grown up with. If someone has been hurt by Kim DoHan, it was his own son. Although he wanted to be wrong, Seokjin knew well what was in his younger brother's heart.

Revenge.

And that was not far from his own feelings.

“I came to think that all this love triangle, teenage fiction with Suga really meant that you liked the girl.” He poured himself a shot of the expensive whiskey that his father had in the office and let out a sigh before drinking it all at once “You will have to explain everything very well to understand you, Joon-ah”

Jin was the closest person to Namjoon in the clan, he saw him as an older brother. As a child he was the example of what he wanted to become one day, he hated to see that look of disappointment in his eyes “Hyung, you know perfectly well what my reasons are, I'm not going to stand by and wait for Kim DoHan to take away what is rightfully mine and hand it over on a silver platter to that asshole. She's just a means to an end.”

Before the younger one continued, Jin interrupted him, "If you want me to help you, you have to explain everything without lying to me this time.”

Kim Seokjin was the eldest of the seven moons.

And like all of them, he had lost much more than he had earned in all this time.

He would give all his money, cars, luxuries, fine clothes and contacts to have his family back with him.

But that was impossible.

And for the impossible, there is only revenge.

Break a promise, lose a finger.

If that really applied in the Seven Moon’s clan as it should, they would have had all their hands and feet cut off.

Anger was an uncontrollable fire that burned everything in its path, it was useful, yes.

But for both clan leaders, retribution was much better and more satisfying.

A calm sea that was about to turn into a Tsunami.

A cold wave that will destroy everything on it's path.

Many games were played within the walls of the mansion of the 7 moons.

And your time was running out.

🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 🌙 Hello!!! I'm sorry it took too long! I got sick and I was so tired I couldn't even read... much less write. BUT I'm catching up with all of you that are sending me messages, thank you you guys are so sweet!! 🥹 I mean, everytime someone says they're enjoying Hate! Makes me giggle like a teenager. Let me be honest, I'm enjoying writing this just as much. This chapter turned out to be one of my favs 👀 I wasn't like this on my original story and I am really liking how it is turning out.

Anyway, Hope you liked this one too!! Ps. I have Hate!11 Almost ready... what do you say double update tomorrow??

From the bottom of my chicken heart,

Thank you.

Love,

Ria 🌙

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yannig · 9 months ago

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Hello there.

For the asian ql ask game. 13 & 14 please.

Thanks. Rose💜

Hello! Thanks for the ask <3

13. Which Asian ql tropes get you every time?

Cooking together or for each other.

I just. Food is a love language. Food is my love language. Sharing food, making food for your loved ones, sharing quality time by cooking together, ...

Any variation of it. From Mut cooking for Rak in his overpriced kitchen that only ever sees take-out to shows entirely based on it like Our dining table, it gets me every time.

That's how I know I'll love Kinou nani Tabeta or Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna no matter what! Because cooking!

14. Which Asian ql tropes do you want to send to the trash heap?

When the main couple starts to spend time together because one of them has a crush on a girl. It probably could be done right but the ones I've seen are just so annoying. Both the girl and his relationship with the girl are rarely more than placeholders, they don't add anything to the story except giving a pretext for the story to start and then just take away time that could be spent elsewhere - at this point give them a school project to do together I'll be less annoyed.

Also, faux enemies-to-lovers where the starting animosity doesn't make sens or is underwhelming. Let's just stop trying to make enemies in an university setting, it doesn't work. Just say that you don't know how to write tension into your story. If there isn't a least a mafia war going on it's not gonna work. You need very specific characters to make a Pride and Prejudice romance work, and they almost never have those. Worst case scenario they end up being genuinely mean to each other for no reason and then it's brushed under the rug for the romance (looking at you Semantic Error).

More broadly, because this one really isn't limited to QLs, but it infuriates me to not end: redemption by death (preferably sacrifice to save the protagonist). I hate it, it's lazy, it only exist because we have an incredibly fucked up view of redemption, I don't think it can ever be done well. It's too easy to kill off a character by sacrifice so you don't have to deal with their redemption! I want them to actually work for it - which is not the same as suffering for it! I guess it especially angers me in Asian QLs because it's a fucking Christian trope - you guys aren't even catholic, why the fuck do you use this stupid ass trope?!

(yes i've managed to put him in all three of my answers to this game at this point. no i'm not salty about his death why do you ask?)

Asian QL ask game

#asian ql ask game #ask game

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ok expanding the Wu-San/Todd Family tree I talked about in a previous post.

Warning: long post!

Basically my head canon is that Jason and Cass are actually cousins. (Keep in mind that none of this is canon I just wish.)

Their shared grandfather was a Vietnamese man who survived the war and later joined one of the temples of the Leauge of Shadow in an attempt to heal. (I'm not Vietnamese and for the life of mine I can't choose a right name for him, any suggestions are more than welcomed.). Then 50 years ago, Ra's al Ghul held the tournament to the decide the One Who Is All, basically the strongest warrior alive and who can become his personal bodyguard. Grandpa get selected together with Harris Dumas ( Maya Ducard 's maternal grandfather). During the tournament he meets lots of people, including the Lady Shiva,a.k.a Lin Wu-San. Into the LOA there are a lot of roles and families, the role of Lady Shiva is passed down to the strongest woman of the family. Usually is mother to daughter, the exception usually are either closed relatives or are married/adopted into the Wu-San family. The tourney begins, and Gramps manages to win thanks to luck, experience and a little dose of trauma. Big Problem, he didn't sign up for any of this cult stuff and was really there for another mission, so he dips immediately almost killing Ra's and causing outrage in the LOA.

Luckily, his sister also had survived the war and moved to the U.S.A, in Detroit. So Gramps starts his vigilante, antihero journey there. Actually his real job would be violinist, but trouble always seems to find him. During one of such trouble he meets one very young and very married Faye Todd, nee Gunn, an Irish criminal married to one of the top Gotham mafia members. Despite this, the two share a brief romantic relationship, that abruptly stops when her husband find them and Faye decides to stay with him. Heartbroken, Gramps goes back to Detroit and will found out much that later that Faye was in fact pregnant, thus ending with Willis Todd. Meanwhile, the league didn't forget, and Lady Shiva arrives in Detroit still angry for the loss and umilation. The two fight, team up, fight,flirt, fight again, on an off for a couple years, ultimately forming a relationship and becoming one of the most badass couple ever, He teaches her that life can be fun and she teaches him control and duty. Basically Enemies to Maybe Friends to Lovers. During this period Faye shows up and reveals Willis and that she needs help hiding from her husband, they have a full on fight but decide that it is better to leave him with his aunt in Detroit for a while . Lin finally breaks away from the league after a couple years, at the cost of loosing her sister who instead betrays her and becomes the new Lady Shiva (and is actually Sin Lance grandma). Gramps and Lin move together to China were they marry and have Carolyn and Sandra. Every seems well until the LOA attacks again when Sandra is like 6. Only this time isn't the normal LOA , but is the one lead by Nyssa Raatko, who wants them to help her kill her father. They refuse, Lin and Carolyn manage to escape but Sandra gets taken and Gramps seemingly dies. Lin takes her daughter to the O-Sensei temple and immediately starts searching for Sandra. She finds her two years later in the same village she was raised, undergoing the Lady Shiva training. Lin kills a bunch of people and takes her back to the temple. She then take both girls to Detroit to their aunt and half brother and starts searching for her husband. In the meantime Gramps was actually taken by Nyssa and turned into a weapon for her. He was sent to kill kid!Talia but actually managed to break free and escape, although without his memories. He manages to find himself in Tibet, where he after a couple of years finds a baby girl and adopts her (who later will become my version of asian Green Arrow) and becomes an almost monk, teaching kids in the temple. Eventually his memories starts to come back,even if not fully, so he starts writing letters to his family but can't actually send them. Lin instead goes around for a long while messing up leagues bases and rescuing other girls like her. In doing so, she loses touch with her daughter, who alternate growing up between Detroit and O-sensei temple. Willis eventually forgives (mostly) his mother and goes back to Gotham. Sadly there he mets Sheila Haywood freshly out of university (horrible decision will have horrible consequences). He and Sheila date somehow and she ends up pregnant, but after Jason is born she decides to leave to follow her career. So Willis is a single dad until he mets Catherine a couple months later (And they were broke but happy ok? At least for a couple years. Let's stop this classist propaganda thank you). Both Carolyn and Sandra were very happy for him and enjoyed being aunts, even if they didn't agree with his choice to stay in Gotham, but Faye insisted. Carolyn was a very open minded girl, liked going out and she was studying law. She was also very good fighter and trained under O-Sensei with Richard Dragon and Ben Turner. Sandra was a little bit more closed of, and decided soon that fighting was her future. She actually worked and taught martial arts in the Dojo, and the sisters liked doing spectacle and sparring together for the public. Their mother even come to see them two or three times, and also corrected them.

Carolyn and her mother got along well, while Sandra and Lin started having a little bit of trouble after the incident. In Sandra eyes her mother had left her twice, one when she was kidnapped and one when she left right after getting her back. From her part Lin also sees more of herself in Sandra than in Carolyn, and is afraid she is already in the life both her and her husband tried so hard to escape from.

When Carolyn was 21 and Sandra 19 they moved out their aunt house and started living in an apartment alone. That's when tragedy struck and we all know how. Lin was absolutely devastated and wanted answers. Carolyn case was filed as a robbery and Sandra was missing, but nobody told her anything of what actually happened. Even when Sandra got back, she didn't say anything to her mother, thus the tension grew until they basically stopped talking when Sandra became Lady Shiva.

Lin eventually returned to the League, not completely a part of it but creating a temple manly formed of girls and women where she teaches and heals, without blowing up bases and killing assasin everyday. In exchange for that, Ra's promised to never resurrect or employ David Cain again and actually black list his name from all Leauge property. Now she and Sandra actually made peace in the sense that Sandra still has it with her while Lin thinks everything is fine because her parents have treated her much worse. She is still waiting for a visit from both the grandchildren and is deeply disappointed in her daughter choices like all grandparents.

#lady shiva #sandra wu san #sandra woosan #cassandra cain #jason todd #willis todd #faye gunn #talia al ghul #for good measure #Yes this is more story time that family tree #I don't care #ra's al ghul #sin lance #oc #head canon

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amaiguri · 5 months ago

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Yssaia

⚜️NaNoWriMo WIP 2024⚜️

"All promised heroes burn. Who are they now?"

In a world of fated heroes and abyssal machines -- born both of Kings and Philosophy --, a burned assassin girl must find new purpose when the War ends.

Untitled Yssaia Game will someday become a narrative-focused, hand-drawn adventure. Navigate an assassin through her delicate, brutal world after the War annexed her homeland. Delve deep into political dealings, your past trauma, and the Abyss beneath the world.

...but for today, it's still just a very large Reedsy document, some art, and a handful of songs.

🏆THE CHALLENGE'S OBJECTIVE🏆

This NaNoWriMo, I just want to write every day. I don't have the time or breakneck pace to do the traditional 50k words. I also want to log my progress cuz every year, I don't journal as much as I should and every year, I regret that. My memory and sense of time is better when I journal. So, we gotta get back into it, once again.

In terms of my current progress, there are about 245k words in this wip -- though it has multiple story arcs. We'll see what the market says to do with it, as we get closer to video game form... I have done a round or two of editing maybe? It doesn't feel like it but I also spent since February of last year editing. I thought it was going to take a month. It did not. 😭😭😭 Now, I am back to drafting -- thank God. Right now, I'm drafting a story arc about my protagonist struggling with her new relationships, falling into old toxic patterns, and discovering the enemies of her enemies -- the Gods.

🧑‍🧑‍🧒CHARACTERS🧑‍🧑‍🧒

Yssaia is multi-POV and has a lot of perspectives with unequal time. If I were a perfect creator, I'd give them increasingly equal time throughout the work -- and end the story with characters taking turns between paragraphs in the battle against the Gods. This is all part of a giant experiment in which I fight against Great Man History. We'll see if it works lol cuz it sounds insane but that's legitimately why I'm showing so many different perspectives.

Naturally, there are many more characters and POVs than the ones pictured here.

The characters all have a lot of anime influence -- not just in their visual language, but also in their characterization -- but they also take a lot of influence from those Literary Fiction short stories I had to read in college. They're all written in a retrospective first person and verb all their nouns and have some sort of linguistic quirk for their POV. I mean like "One POV has 2nd person" kind of quirk. I love playing with form. I don't WANT you to feel like my work is super easy to read -- I want you to THINK about it.

🌩THE GODS OF YSSAIA🌬

The currently fighting Gods of Yssaia are basically representing Connection, Conquest, and Despair. Something something thematic arguments for a modern age but ALSO "use the power of friendship to kill God." The Gods all have what I like to call "humansonas" (think like the Christian Jesus) whom are represented below:

🗺THE WORLDBUILDING🗺

I have been working on Yssaia since 2018, so the worldbuilding has only gotten deeper and deeper. While the shape of the world and the general cultures have remained the same, they've all gotten a lot more nuance and geographical fidelity and also, conlangs: I have conlangs for every culture in the language and I'm very proud because language and power is one of the themes I like to play with. Yes, that's an IB thing. If you're interested in worldbuilding or conlanging, I actually run a worldbuilding YouTube channel so come check it out.

But if I had to summarize it, my world building is "Fantasy 1880s-1910s with a melancholic but whimsical feel and cute eldritch horrors. All the cultures are a mixture between Asian and Western cultures" (like Chinese Vikings, Japanese French-Mafias, Communist Grecoromans, and Slavic Indians, etc.) I have endeavored to ensure there is something about each culture that is "my favorite" -- ama about my worldbuilding 🥺💜

Follow for Part 2, when I talk about the game design someday!

#nano 2024 #nanowrimo 2024 #nanowrimo #writing #writeblr #gamedev #fantasy writing #am writing #amwriting #amaiguri #yssaia

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gamesimp · 6 months ago

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Mr. American Pie - A Mafia 3 Fanfiction (Part 2)

Note: long time no post, I suck at this so I tried doing more effort this time ughh.

Life with Donovan was perfect, we managed to get a new house in the suburbs, we managed to balance crime and a normal life. I was a co-leader of the Southeast Asian-American Triads. Consisting of mostly Vietnamese and Filipino immigrants who look for money, power and refuge from the War in Vietnam or the racist American society who looks down on them. But as my main job, I work as a manager at the shitty airport where I always need to rid the runway of gators. I thought being able to manage the airport was a good decision since it is Southeast Asian-American turf. As of Donovan, he still is Lincoln's advisor.

It was a summer sunday afternoon and it was absolutely burning. I decided I would stay in my skivies to cool myself down. While I was making some iced tea in the kitchen. I heard the doorbell ring. I picked up my gun but the person at the doorbell started to ring it impatiently.

"im coming wait right there!"

I ran towards the door and opened the door halfway while hiding my gun. I loomed to see who was outside and there stood a woman.

"Uhm, isn't Mr. Donovan supposed to live here?"

She asked.

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Im an old friend of his, Im Jackie, Jackie Grimaldi."

"Oh, I think hes told me about you."

"Can I come inside?"

"yeah, come in."

I lead her to the living room.

"are you (your name)?"

She asked while I brought Iced tea to the living room.

"Why are you asking?"

"Youre from Sinclair Parish RightYou killed an entire bunch of klan members because they killed your Filipino-American family and neighbors?"

"oh that's me! Where did you get that info?"

"I remember you! You we're also close to Mr. Clay!"

Donovan finally arrived. They had a short chat about reminiscing about the past back in Vietnam.

I went back to the kitchen and looked at the calendar, it reminded me of the years I've spent with Donovan, and I realised we can't get married no matter what we do. We don't know any priests that could elope us. We only know Father James, (who ignores us unless hes about to say negative remarks to start a fight with Donovan or Lincoln after church)

I realise its time for me to go to work.

"Donnie! I'm heading out for work!"

"Have a good day at work!"

He yells back as i walk out the door.

I got to my new car, It was an AMC Pacer, not the quickest but at least, it isn't too flashy.

I turn the key and the engine comes on. I tune the radio to WNBX and it plays "Barracuda" by Heart. I went on my way to the airport and started my job. I was in my office when the phone rang.

"It's me, Lincoln. Make sure cops aren't settin foot on that runway, we got a shipment of stolen cars from Japan coming in!"

"sure thing buddy!"

I walked towards the runway and conversed with a Japanese man.

"Hello sir, please to meet you!"

I yelled and bowed as the jet engines roared around us.

"Kuray-San (Clay-San) has started operations with the Yakuza! But we need your help removing the communist gangs from here!"

"The bratva if im right?"

I asked

"Yes mister, we, the Yakuza need your help to get the Russians out of the picture, they always steal our products! And they seem to dislike Mr Clay San's work!"

"understood! I'll notify him immediately!"

I said as the Yakuza members got into his Toyota limousine and was escorted by a bunch of Datsun Z's and other JDM sport cars. I decided to drive to the bar and tell Lincoln about it.

I parked by the backdoor. I walked to the backdoor panting and in a hurry. I knocked 3 times. I anxiously waited for Lincoln to open the door. The door burst open.

"Hey there! Whats the rush?"

"We need a meeting at the plantations!"

I quickly replied.

We all arranged a sit down with 5 other bosses, Burke, Vito, Cassandra, and two new underbosses. Sister Ling who is in the Chinese Triads, and Rafael Guzman, from the Colombian cartel.

"Ok guys, listen up! Donovan will present new enemy for the Clay Crime family and for all of you!"

Donovan used a corkboard for is presentation.

"basically, these Ruskies want half of all our business, but ever since Lincoln didn't agree with the deal, they started disrupting rackets and trade with the other international gangs. We need to show these fucking communists thay we dont give a shit, and they can go fuck themselves go back to Mother Russia!"

"all right!!"

I said and the other underbosses started hooting and laughing.

#john donovan #mafia 3 #lincoln clay #vito scaletta #john donovan x reader

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mgarmagedon · 1 year ago

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Hi, in one of the episode, undercover robots showed us the fears of Autobots, what do you think the fears of the Steeljaw team would have?

Hmmm, let me think...

For sure, Steeljaw's biggest fear is losing his status and family. He is really stressed at the thought of being alone, and part of it is the fact that he doesn't want to accept that he may never see his sister again.

So, for sure, in his nightmare, her body would lie in a wasteland - once a living, natural world, now a desert filled only with corpses and war machines.

For Underbite, the biggest fear is being forgotten and appearing weak. After all, he needs to prove all the time who he is and what he did. (It doesn't matter that after what he has done, he was immediately caught and put into Alchemor!)

Fracture's biggest fear is for sure being weaker than Drift. He wants to prove that he is better than this strict asian father, who he promised himself he would outlive. He just wants to show him that his "emo" self is better.

Clampdown actually has a simple fear: he is scared of being bullied and running to the end of his life. He just wants some peace for himself. Of course, he is ignoring the fact that he is always involving himself in shady businesses.

And finally, Thunderhoof. As the boss of a mafia on Cybertron, it would be obvious that he has fears around power, like all those middle-aged men. BUT, in fact, he is more scared of being alone.

It's mainly because he has similar beliefs to Steeljaw's regarding making the world a great place for his family and younger brother. Because of that, he always comes back after Steeljaw's outbursts. So, for sure, he is scared of being alone. AND he has the same fear as Steeljaw, which is not seeing his younger sibling ever again.

After all, for whom would he be cooking if he didn't have anyone to eat his energon lasagna?

#transformers #tf #tf rid15 human au #maccadam #au #human au #human #tf rid15 #thunderhoof #steeljaw #clampdown #fracture #underbite #sketch #doodle #humanformers

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More Asian QL reviews! Mostly Thai boys as usual, but a Japanese GL at the end!

KinnPorsche

What's it about? Kinn is the son of a mafia boss. Porsche is a bartender who happens to help him out once, and is then coerced into becoming his bodyguard.

Genre: Mafia action, possibly comedy?

Watch if you enjoy: Mafia tropes. High heat. Belligerent sexual tension that turns increasingly playful with time. Having a very hard time deciding what is or what is not meant to be funny. (I have a feeling some of the stuff I found funny wasn't meant to be.) Emotionally repressed vs emotionally oversharing teenage side couple, with love songs. Kinky dom/sub human pet sidecouple #2. Flamboyant drama queen with mental health issues who may be the most sensible of the bunch. Plot that is all over the place even when it isn't twisty (which it is quite often).

Gayer version of: your local kink club's Bugsy Malone theme night

Recommended? Hm. Yes for its influence, no for actual quality, but yes again if you just want some fun mafia hijinks without having to think or feel too much. And it never gets QUITE as bad again as the first five minutes. In some ways it's the worst of the QLs I've watched so far, but it's more entertaining and memorable than several of them. And ironically, it's one of the shows I've found myself writing fic for.

Watched on: Dailymotion

Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZvpNreGVOc

Laws of Attraction

What's it about? Tinn's beloved niece is hit by a car belonging to the son of senator Thatthep. Opportunistic lawyer Chan first works for Thatthep, but soon finds himself asking questions that puts him at odds with the senator. Despite their different outlooks on life, Tinn and Chan may have a common goal.

Genre: lakorn (Thai soap opera), action, drama

Watch if you enjoy: High suspense. Morally grey protagonist. Warm and righteous other protagonist. Changing your mind completely about at least one character. Having your heart broken and then laughing your ass off within a span of ten minutes. Lots of gay side characters, including a pair of badass lesbians. Best grandma currently on TV. Great emotional content. A few laughably bad action scenes and VFX.

Gayer version of: The Pelican Brief

Recommended? Yes! I watched it as it aired and could barely stand waiting for a week between episodes! Just make sure you can cope with dead child, dead dog, dead mom, and parental abuse.

Watched on: bilibili.tv, but it is also up on youtube. (It just didn't add subtitles fast enough for me.)

Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Wo7IKw9dWY

La Pluie

What's it about? A world in which, during the rain, certain people can hear the voice of their soulmate – and ONLY that. But is the soulmate thing really real, or just a way to explain an inexplicable phenomenon?

Genre: Romcom/drama

Watch if you enjoy: Nice people solving their problems nicely and with very little unnecessary drama. Subversion of both soulmate and BL tropes (though ultimately bending to the foregone conclusion). Loving families. Understanding exes. Sometimes a cat.

Gayer version of: I want to say TiMER (2009), but that film was a whole lot messier. This is sweet.

Recommended? Kind of? I think it's well done for what it is, but that twelve hours of low-stakes relationship drama, where every crisis is averted, was a bit long for me personally. Plus, it turns out that I don't like soulmates even when they're being turned upside down and shaken around. But if the premise seems like something up your alley, I thoroughly recommend it!

Watched on: Dailymotion

Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tz9HG8MGF8M

To Sir, With Love / Khun Chai

What's it about? It's the 1940s, and Thailand is at war. Mr. Song, the wealthy but elderly leader of the Five Dragons association, has two sons with two different wives. Yang is the cheeky rascal, Tian is the obedient and hardworking one. Tian, as the eldest, is set to take over business, and all would be well if not for one little secret: he is gay. If this becomes publicly known, it could ruin the reputation of the whole family.

Genre: soap opera

Watch if you enjoy: More JamFilm after Laws of Attraction, with Film in a radically different role. Brothers supporting each other. Overcoming homophobic surroundings. Rivalling soap queens who will literally walk over corpses for power – and supposedly for their sons, who want none of it. Magic murder mushrooms and other glittery potions. Obedient business heir vs. taciturn assassin gay romance. Feisty het side romance with a lady love who is so sweet and soft spoken that you underestimate what an absolute MVP she is. Acting that ranges from fantastic to terrible. (Looking at you, Nuan!) Absolutely stunning costumes.

Gayer version of: Dynasty, but also I Claudius (what with all the murder).

Recommended? Ye-es? It's more soap opera than BL, so keep that in mind. And there's a lot of Rich People Bullshit. But if you're okay with that, I do recommend it! It ate my brain for several weeks, after all. And if you liked Laws of Attraction, you absolutely MUST see at least a couple of episodes, to experience the whiplash of the difference between Film's roles in those two shows.

Watched on: YouTube

Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3goS7DVeto

Gay OK Bangkok (Seasons 1 and 2)

What's it about? A bunch of friends, boyfriends, hookups and acquaintances, and how they handle their relationships and life's other issues.

Genre: slice of life

Watch if you enjoy: People who feel like actual people. Down to earth relationship drama that doesn't necessarily end well for everyone. Compassion towards the characters even if they're sometimes being dicks. Multiple PSAs about HIV prevention. A relatively short run. (Season 1 is 5x30 minutes, season 2 7x45.)

Gayer version of: Oddly enough, I want to say 90s Degrassi. (The fact that Degrassi was the first show I ever saw that handled HIV may have something to do with it.)

Recommended? Yes! Season 1 is absolutely brilliant, and only some technical issues (soundmix, lack of subtitles for written info) kept me from putting it among my absolute favourites. Season 2 has more and longer episodes but less of a red thread, which means that while all the individual scenes are still well written and well acting, the first half in particular feels a little aimless. But it comes back swinging in the last few eps, and I have also seen viewers who preferred season 2 over season 1!

Watched on: YouTube

Trailer (sorry about the double subtitles): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3CJ9PiSSR0

Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna / She loves to cook, she loves to eat

What's it about? Nomoto's hobby is cooking, but she lives alone and always ends up making too much food. One day, she notices how much food her neighbour Kasuga brings home and gets an idea: maybe Kasuga would like to eat some of what she cooks!

Genre: romcom

Watch if you enjoy: Sweet, understated, tentative romance. Lots and LOTS of cooking/eating scenes. (Don't watch while hungry! Do watch to get kitchen inspiration, if you are so inclined!) Lesbian self-discovery. Lots of serious issues in a fluffy setting: class, misogyny, heteronormativity, fat shaming, family hierarchies, and more.

Gayer version of: Julie and Julia

Recommended? Yes! It's very sympathetic and not very long (10 episodes of 15 minutes). The ending is a little unresolved, but fortunately there's a second season promised for 2024.

Between this and Old Fashion Cupcake, I do wonder if all Japanese QLs double as food porn...

Watched on: Dailymotion

Trailer (no subtitles): https://mubi.com/en/films/she-loves-to-cook-and-she-loves-to-eat/trailer

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #laws of attraction #laws of attraction the series #khun chai #to sir with love #la pluie #gay ok bangkok #gay ok bangkok 2 #tsukuritai onna to tabetai onna #she loves to cook and she loves to eat #katta's ql reviews

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firelessdamce · 1 year ago

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My Mental Health Inpatient hospitalization experience this time was very unusual and different from what I had experienced before.

Earlier this month, my dad called the ambulance to take me to the hospital because I was clearly not feeling well. At the hospital, I was given a water bottle that smelled like chlorine and tasted slightly like bleach. At the psychiatric emergency room, my skin started to form itchy bumps. Most likely from the clothes.

In the morning, the staff transferred me to the inpatient unit at the hospital. They gave me breakfast in the common area. I ate a little bit of the breakfast. Then, I started to feel faint and dizzy. I struggled to stand up so that I could walk back to my room to rest. I managed to hold on to the wall and stumbled to the hallway in front of the nurse's office. I fell down. I was not aware of my surroundings. But I remember the nurses talking, doing my vitals, and being put on a stretcher. I remember the doctor arriving to check on me. I remember the nurses saying that my blood sugar level had dropped. I've never had issues with my blood sugar level.

Another strange incident. I noticed that the medications I recieved from the nurses did not look like what I take at home. The trazadone was white for several nights and I could not sleep after I was asked to take it. The lurasidone was a different shape and made my hallucinations worse. The buspirone had different markings on it, and it made me angrier and sadder. I was wailing at the hospital. Which is unusual for me, especially after I take a medication.

I already know what my hallucinations were supposed to be like. Voices mostly, so I know that this was not my symptom. This is munchausen by proxy. I was being drugged by the hospital staff.

A Godmother from the Mafia already warned me that they were going to give me multiple illnesses. Mostly drug addictions, Dystonia, ticks, cancer. I do not look forward to the kind of torture Marianna has for me. They are all planning to start a war against South Asians. They are hoping for anarchy. This is just the beginning.

#psychosis #hospital #psych ward #bad experiences #police #send help

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Bullies bluster and threaten but are cowards at heart. They ONLY threaten those they truly believe won’t fight back. Or if they do are too weak to do damage

Trump is a bully. One caught up in delusion.

Occasionally the bullied have had enough . Then it’s apparent that the bully’s cowardice includes avoiding any experience with learning fighting skills.

We’re going to be trashed because of Trump’s moronic blustering. Probably instigated so he could collect ‘donations’ from US Big Corporations to exclude their needed imports from the tariffs.

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THE US FOREIGN POlICY IS BULLYING

USAmerican ‘Exceptionalism’ is a delusional thinking system supporting the cultural Patriarchy in creating a National Foreign Policy of Cowardly Bullying.

The Patriarchal bully proponents of the USA plutocrats and their ‘Murderous Anti-intellectuals Grovelling before Authoritarians’ voter bloc are always ready to go to war with or ‘be forced to invade’ smaller weaker countries and peoples:

the indigenous lands (400 years and continuing)

Canada (five times, five failures; Canada zero invasions)

Mexico (10 times beginning in 1806; Mexico zero invasions)

virtually every Latin American country and every Caribbean Island

Nicaragua in 1853, 1854, 1867, 1894, 1896, 1898, and 1899;

Colombian Isthmus of Panama in 1856, 1860, 1865, 1873, 1885, and 1895.

Independent Panama 17 times after 1903.

the Philippines,

Germany (2 times but only with a gang of other nations)

Japan (but only with a gang),

Italy (but only with a gang AND the Mafia),

Russia in 1918 and 1919 (but only with a gang and poison gas).

North Korea and Vietnam (but only with a gang AND more bombs dropped than in WW2 for EACH country and still failed),

Iraq and Afghanistan (but only with a gang)

Libya, Niger, Cambodia, Iran, etc.

Indonesia (US Asian Pacific Fleet based in Subic Bay sailed November, 1941 assuming the Japanese fleet had sailed to aid their ally Germany by invading the USSR. Instead Japan Navy sunk Asian Pacific Fleet off Indonesia and the US Pacific Home Fleet at Pearl Harbor. Pacific Hime Fleet hd been moved from West Coast based to Hawaii to assist in the invasions of Indonesia for oil and French Siam for rubber).

Threatened war with Spain to obtain Cuba in 1850.

Threaten war with Denmark periodically to acquire Danish Virgin Islands 1865-1916. Purchased 1916).

Financed Hitler’s rise as a bulwark against Communism. Supported invasion of the USSR until Hitler declared war in USA.

In EVERY INSTANCE including the Confederacy Slave owners 1855-65 and WW2 the Nation used violence or threatened violence to seize territory and/or seize natural resources and/or collect a debt.

[You’ll recall that the US bully never dared directly confronted the powerful Great Britain 1775-1814 nor the big scary USSR 1920-1991 nor its Warsaw Pact 1945-1989 even with allies]

If Trump’s greed and/or idiotic blustering collapses our political-economic system he will probably be doing the rest of the world a big favor by eliminating the Biggest Bully.

Trump’s ineptly disastrous bullying may even - inadvertently - single-handed awaken the US to see clearly the nightmarish grasp of the culturally instituted Patriarchy bullying mentality underlying the grotesque inequity within our Society and in our foreign policies.

#trumpsterfire crime familly #dystopian present & future #America the Bully #trump tariffs

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jasmineleeplays · 1 month ago

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It is finally Day 22, August 5, Monday - In a follow up to yesterday's news, we learned that the Millionaire Bum who won $23 million has donated all his winnings to the Church.

Meanwhile, Officer Persy calls in sick today as he had foolishly swallowed his car keys after losing a bet, and now he is shitting blood and needs to get to the hospital. Since it is a medical emergency, we grant him the day off but on the condition that he comes back tomorrow.

We save up the week's Stripe as there is no one on Shift B who is deserving at the moment. We also note again, Detective Newberry has already accumulated the highest rank of 3 Stripes, and is the most experienced of the lot.

The first news to greet us in the morning is that of a fire started by one of our intern-detectives, Rachel Ledesma who had fallen asleep with a cigarette in the briefing room. While Deputy Martin informs us that the materials from our investigations got burnt, we checked and nothing was lost and it appears that our interns are slated to leave the Police Department tomorrow. As there were no good detectives on the Labour Market today, we decide to leave the job slots open for tomorrow.

The next order of business was to bury Officer Buck Yancey with military honours.

Then we received word from Troy Starr over at City Hall, that we have pleased the Japanese businessman with our diverse police workforce hiring of Asians, in turn pleasing Mayor Rogers.

Finally, we received our share of the Jewellery sale which came up to $11,683 which we split 50% with our staff.

To coincide with the Japanese businessman's visit, a racist fat man snuck into the Chinatown Dormitory and began slicing up a bench with a chainsaw in a "Destruction of Property". He also threatened the Asian students there with said chainsaw. The situation was quite dangerous, and we ended up sending 6 officers (4 original, 2 backup) to quell him.

The day's 2nd deadly crime involves an "Assault with a Deadly Weapon" at the Johnson, Juergen and Katz Law Firm, where a woman in high heels and fur coat stands on top of a table taking aim at 2 lawyers huddled behind an overturned bookcase. We ordered the officers and SWAT to shoot out the table leg which resulted in the arrest of the woman.

At midday, we receive a request from Derek Allen of Sophocles Theatre of Drama who is the producer of a TV show called "Justice for All" to send one of our cops to portray a cop-pervert who kidnaps and rapes girls. Given that Officer Persy conveniently called-in sick today, we have no choice but to send Officer McGillicuddy (190), our only available low-ranking cop. McGillicuddy was so disgusted with us ordering him on such an assignment, that he quit. But in exchange, we got $3000 from Derek for our troubles.

Today's Mafia Gang War involves Varga's punks ransacking the house of a Sand family member for an important notebook of contacts, as well as dumping Sand's cargo overboard before it clears the docks. We send Officers Klausner and Mixon to stop the punks.

Just as we were dealing with the "Assault with Deadly Weapon" crime, another serious crime came in - a "Bomb Threat" at the Bank of Freeburg where a suicidal desperate man wants media attention for a house repossession from a loan he claims he never took out. As SWAT was occupied with the other case, they could not come back in time so we had no choice but to send our best officers - Kochi, Timpson, Purdy and Ozaki - and hope for the best. And luckily, the situation did not turn ugly - we managed to apprehend the man without SWAT help.

Our late night crime involves yet another "Destruction of Property", this time at the Mrs. Sofa Furniture Store. A long-haired old man armed with a large knife is ripping out the lining of the sofas looking for his money. Turns out, he wasn't crazy as our officers did find a stack of bills in one of the sofas after arresting him. We decide to launder the money through the Mafia.

In the dead of night, our detectives were able to piece together how the "Armed Robbery" case went down with Anton Tretyakov, the long time member of the Wheels of Empire biker gang. We arrest him at the Cemetery where he likes to ride his bikes between the graves. We also bring SWAT in together with our best Officer Kochi, as a precaution as Anton is known to be violent. Next up is the head honcho, Simon Gorodnichev. But it is too late in the day to begin investigating him. So we postpone Simon's investigation to tomorrow.

Given that Officer McGillicuddy quit, we now have 1 open officer slot, which we use to hire Officer Ivan Durak (330) to replace McGillicuddy on Shift B.

Sand is now up by 11 points - 19 vs 8 - against Varga.

#this is the police #jack boyd #freeburg p.d.#freeburg #christopher sand #vicus varga #mayor rogers

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flipxflop · 2 months ago

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It took a while to find Oleg the Ukrainian, but the chief inspector knew he lived in Riga, and he lived on a street that leant back into history on the outskirts of Riga. The street leant because none of the wooden buildings were straight, and they leant in different directions, each with their own personal histories, and the ones that leant the most also had windows smashed. Which was how Oleg’s house was, with its green paint peeling off and a door that somehow contrived to fit on its hinges.

Kaari felt a great nostalgia for all things the house represented, a rich past that no one shared, rich in experience like piano recitals and wars, plenty of wars.

He had loved the good things in his time in Kabul, the Hindu Kush and the poetry readings of Herat, he said, cackling, tooth missing in the right side of his mouth, the result of a fight too many, surely, like a man trying to catch up with gambling losses is always a step behind. One day, he’d go back, he added. He limped cross the room in his wooden leg, tapping it with his knuckles. ‛Your friends’ stinger missiles, your taxes,’ he said, and shook his finger to her protests: ‛your taxes end up in America, don’t they?’ he added, case closed.

Oleg had spent three years in Afghanistan. Three official years, but he had spent many unofficial years there too.

I remember you, of course,’ he said. The crazy Finnish woman, coming into Afghanistan, twenty five years too late. The hippy era was long over. Now the Taliban time was reaching it end also, we thought, when the Americans came in. I dont know how you got in. When you were there we had our drug operation in full swing. We were a big group. There were Russians, of course, but also some from Central Asia, Azerbaijan, Uzbekistan, all soldiers left over from the years of war. many of our troops were the same ethnic troops as the Muhajadeen fighters, Uzbeks, Tajiks. It is very complicated. The trouble is we controlled the valleys but not the mountain tops,‛ he said. ‛and the Muhajadeen did not really fight very much, it is all just propaganda about the fierce resistance. They fought each other more. They saw the chance for an Islamic state.’

‛But you were also backing a dictator in those days,’ Sippula said.

‛Better him than them,’ he said, ‛but best Massoud.’

‛Yes, a real man and hero,’ she agreed. His Hazara wife poured fragranced tea into small glasses next to them, her round face shone in quiet patience, a virtue of women of small villages in Afghanistan, and the Hazara, left behind, it was said, when the Mongols left a decennial ago. If so, they were the placid ones, who were not full of the blood thirsty lust of the Mongols, the first of a long chain of invadors to Afghanistan.

So how did you organise the transportation of heroin,’ Sippula asked Oleg.

It changed, a lot, over the years,’ he said. Remember, I was a teenager when I first went there, in the army. Things changed about twenty years ago. The Russians got involved. At first mafia, but later it was clear the government. And then 9/11 happened and the world went crazy.’

Oleg sat back in his chair, a long pipe in hand, his wife lighting the bowl with pieces of straw from the wood oven as he puffed; smoke curls of central Asian design caught in the sunlight from small windows, unopened since the Autumn before.

‛Listen, I met Massoud.’ he said, ‛I understand his aura.’

She knew what he meant. Everyone understands when we are in the presence of someone who has that special something extra about them. At a native Indian Pow Wow she once attended the leader of the native American Indian delegation walked tall, with eyes that pierced her memory still. He spoke little, but said a lot. The delegation was at the indigenous peoples' conference, the so-called 'fourth world,' at the UN in Geneva, Switzerland. When as head of the native American Indian delegation he strode across the hall to shake hands with the Kazakh delegation, in recognition of the fact that they were ethnic relations, the hall was hushed in his presence, and the dna of thousands of years of conquest and resistance, and the gift of being soft-spoken, with a dash of other features that we do not know, because we do not have them. They had smoked a large symbolic peace pipe then, that Sippula had assumed was tobacco then, and as then she knew she would need to take the same strategy now with Oleg.

‛Support from your capitalist friends was the one thing Massoud, the Lion of Panjshir needed and did not get,’ Oleg said, after taking in some deep lungfuls of opium. ‛Your CIA and Saudi Arabian money, and lots of it, was used by the Muhajaddeen, a tiny amount even against us, against the Soviet forces, who were in Afghanistan to prop-up their new government. We put our new government there when our Spetnatz forces murdered the previous leader and his family. Your CIA friends and their Saudis partners used the Pakistani ISI to feed the money into Afghanistan, and before supporting the Taliban, Pakistan’s man was Hekmatyar, a nasty butcher and betrayer of all who fought with him. Massoud saw none of your money. Can you imagine, none! He was fighting for an independent and democratic Afghanistan, with women’s rights. Those reasons kept him well-away from the CIA/Saudi Arabian funds given to Afghanistan, by Pakistan’s ISI.’

Oleg’s wife brought more opium in a little black ball, and grinned cheekily as he prepared then lit it.

‛CIA money also supported drug lords, but the CIA trusted Pakistan. They trusted them because they were too lazy to trust anyone else and because those British and Americans never understand. Why would Pakistan have exactly the same agenda in Afghanistan as them?’

And so the drug export business?’ Kaari nudged, gently. Was not only the CIA, is it still happening with official Russian support Kaari said, knowing the answer.

At first I was very involved, physically, said Oleg, tapping his wooden leg with a hollow whack I even used this leg for transportation. Later we developed a semi-official programme to get the heroin to the western markets, but that backfired, and much of it ended up in the Soviet Union. Then we left. That Soviet Union of ours. Well, they left, some stayed.

Are they still there?’

Oh, yes, they are still there. They are still there alright, manufacturing heroin, opium, illegal morphine, and Putin’s government knows it. They know it, and work with them, directly, bringing the drugs across Russia into Europe, and from Vladivostok to America.’

She watched the samovar steaming in the small kitchen area, through a half open wooden door. His wife came back with more tea.

‛He will not stop,’ she said, giggling.

‛Laugh at me, wife!’ shouted Oleg. He took a huge hit from his pipe: ‛Massoud wanted democratically-elected women governing his country. He was the only commander who regularly paid his forces and treated us prisoners well. He did not barbecue us, starve us or shoot us. I was his prisoner for months and he checked on us personally to see we were alright. Later he had tea with me, had long talks about how to stop the war, but also how to get the Soviets to understand we could be friends.’

He leaned forward, as if about to speak, but his eyes saw far into the past, and he paused.

‛As a military man I can say he was brilliant strategist, whose victories are without parallel in the Afghan war against the USSR. He is the Afghan who ended our cold war, between your countries and ours, and when we left in 1989 he became the minister of defence of independent Afghanistan. He tried to pull all together in a ruling jirga, council, but that idiot Hekmatyar refused and attacked Kabul. He tried to involve the new Taliban also, but they tried to kill him again and again. Do you know once the Taliban murdered one of their senior commanders for not killing him when he was a guest, while at the same time repeatedly offering him positions within their movement?’

Opium pipe in his hand, the Ukrainian took another long drag and gulp. He let the opium fumes drift from his nostrils:

‛And who were the CIA supporting at this time?’ he said, ‛Was it Massoud, minister of defence in the new Afghan government, a democrat who fought against the same enemy? No. The Taliban, his enemy, who were not even an Afghan force, who were created in Pakistan, with some 30,000 Pakistanis among their members, and some 10,000 Arabs and others from Al Qaeda in their ranks. Massoud fought them, the Taliban, all through the 1990s. He tried to warn the West about the Taliban’s association with Al Qaeda again and again, to warn the United Nations, the European Union, and shortly before 9/11 he reported publicly, clearly, that his intelligence people had received definite information that a large attack on American soil was coming.’

Oleg sighed, long, and flicked his middle finger hard against the bowl of the opium pipe.

‛He was murdered two days before 9/11 by Al Qaeda and the Taliban, using two persons disguised as journalists with a bomb in their camera, stolen from Grenoble, France, and a letter of clearance written by an Egyptian Al Qaeda guy in London. Did you know that?’

He slumped backwards, almost in a stupor, his eyes on the window to his side. What he said was hurting him, physically, because it was so true, and in that undefinable, intangible way, was impossible to make better, because it was the past, and because Massoud was gone. Everyone’s betrayal of Massoud was hurting him even now. And he was hurt with the knowledge he was right, that the Lion of Panjshir deserved more from theworld.

His eyes glazed, Oleg lifted his head.

‛But Massoud had a big dilemma. He paid his fighters, weapons, food, everything with money from the trade of lappis lazuli and emerald gemstones, and some small change, a pittance, received from the governments of India, Iran and Tajikistan. He told me about it more than once, his dilemma, a permanent dilemma, that he took away all the emeralds and lapis lazuli from the areas he controlled, to fund a just battle, a just battle,’ he repeated as he literally nodded off, his head sinking lower and lower, his Hazara wife giggling behind a cupped hand, a sight and sound Kaari first mistook for sobbing.

But as she struggled to put her boots on in the doorway the Afghan woman shuffled towards her in thick slippers, her yak fur shawl draped over her shoulders.

'He told me to tell you this will help you,’ the Hazara woman said, handing the police woman a large, messy file, 'and that you should take it, and to visit where Massoud lies, on a small hill, in a valley overlooking Panjshir.’

#nordic noir #crime story

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veale2006-blog · 8 months ago

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John 8:32 32 And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free. Countdown to the US explosion begins after Biden's failed trip to the Middle East.

The fake US President Biden failed to get oil during his recent trip to the Middle East with his hand outstretched. This means that the countdown to the explosion of the United States and Western Europe has begun. The revolution is in the air, and there will be no turning back, numerous sources agree.

Biden's handlers hoped to use Iran as an "enemy" to justify massive arms sales in exchange for oil. Saudi Arabia's ambassador to Washington, Remma bin Bandar al-Saud, summed up the opinion of the region, calling the "oil for security" paradigm "outdated and reductionist." The absence of weapons for oil means the absence of oil for the United States and its client states. The absence of oil means the absence of economic activity.

Meanwhile, the Khazarian mafia, like a dying beast, spits out fear porn, biological weapons and threats of war in a desperate attempt to prevent the inevitable. However, their medical mafia is systematically hunted down and killed, as this video shows.

Let's now look at the real meaning of Biden's visit to the Middle East. His inability to get permanent free oil in exchange for money printed out of nothing will have consequences far beyond the United States. This will mean the end of the BIS, the UN, the EU and perhaps even the papacy.

To understand why this is the case, we need to look through some background material. First, the BIS, or central bank of central banks, was founded in 1930 using Asian gold. This gold was lent to the Germans to help them fulfill their obligations under the Treaty of Versailles, signed at the end of the First World War. In return, the Asians were promised that the United Nations would be created as a world parliament with ancient royal families. East and West (family of dragons), acting as background overseers.

However, at the end of the Second World War, the victorious Allies broke their promise to spend the gold they were given on the development of the entire planet. Instead, their Marshall Plan developed only the countries they controlled (now known as the G7).

In retaliation, the Asians cut off any further access to their gold. When the U.S. ran out of gold, we had the "Nixon shock" of 1971. It was then that the dollar was separated from gold. Instead, the countries of the world had to buy oil for dollars.

It was a giant sugar high for the USA. The countries of the world had to have a trade surplus with the United States in order to buy oil. This has led to a strong dollar and free money for Americans. However, as a result, the US industry has lost its competitiveness, and more than 50 years of trade deficits have turned the US into the country with the largest debt in world history.

Then, finally, in 2008, the rest of the world decided to stop lending to the US, which led to the "Lehman shock".

Then the Americans were able to buy time by promising to put a black communist as president. At this point, readers should know that communism was created by the Vatican or, I should say, the P2 Freemasons who control the Vatican, and that Obama was/is their domestic slave.

In any case, Obama's ploy convinced Asians to hand over 700 tons of gold to the Federal Reserve Board under the leadership of Alan Greenspan. This was used more than a thousand times to create $23 trillion that allowed the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA CORPORATION to exist until 2020.

When the money ran out in January 2020, the West, controlled by the Khazarian mafia, responded with a massive attack using biological weapons and vaccines. They hoped to kill enough people to stay in power. This attempt failed.

They also managed to get some funding for the US CORPORATION by promising to bring back Barack Obama with Joe Biden acting as his figurehead.

Now, as a result of the general disgust at the antics of the fake Biden regime, this money has been cut off. This is the prehistory of truly historical events that are unfolding before our eyes.

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nocorruptionnohatebepositive · 1 year ago

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love no hate

We should love our language, culture & faith.

We should not give up one love for other love, we should not love one & hate other

We should not indulge in hate & violence against other peaceful neighbors. Social, political, community leaders should try to suggest middle path & SOLVE PROBLEMS, they should not too much highlight the differences & hate diverse thoughts. They should not stress that one community alone has life-death issues & other social groups are not important

Africa, South America & Australia lost its free sprit & culture, now they follow European culture.

Japan Korea China have their own culture, they don’t fight too many wars. But Africans & South American have violent armed rebels & mafia, they not progressing because they have lost their culture & brotherhood

How Portuguese and other European conquerers made thousands of Indians, Africans, Brazilians as slaves (to SUPPRESS them as bonded LABOUR & stress racial and cultural superiority)👇🏻

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"although slavery was a worldwide institution for thousands of years, nowhere in the world was slavery a controversial issue prior to the 18th century. People of every race and color were enslaved – and enslaved others.

White people were still being bought and sold as slaves in the Ottoman Empire, decades after American blacks were freed.

Everyone hated the idea of being a slave but few had any qualms about enslaving others. Slavery was just not an issue, not even among intellectuals, much less among political leaders, until the 18th century – and then it was an issue only in Western civilization."

Only after INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION in Europe people in there started UNIVERSAL EDUCATION so that they get EDUCATED / SKILLED LABOUR . Before that most societies in the world kept the poor uneducated and socially backward

Slavery exploitation is an evil which has been prevalent from ancient times in most of the societies

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Jews have literature / documents to show how they were enslaved by Egyptians and Babylonians

Slavery, Exploitation very prevalent evil of most societies in ancient times. The purpose appears to ensure people of certain races/ classes are kept as BONDED LABOUR from birth 👇🏻

Clearly caste-JATI system followed in India was an In-human behaviour of exploitation and suppression of people for using them as Labour.

Now It is the duty of more rich and PRIVILEGED to help poor and socially vulnerable people and ensure mutual respect and equality in society.

The ancient concept of all “VARNA” was misused to create unjust division of labour, the fact that varna only means human behaviour pattern - WITHOUT ANY LINK TO CASTE OR FAMILY OF BIRTH was misinterpreted and the fact that “ All varnas lead to me (Krishna)” was suppressed . Four children of same parents can follow the behaviour pattern of four different varnas, appeared to be the ancient concept of varna. Which was misused as family based varnas during the period when slavery started to be followed in other parts of the world

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“The unfortunate impression throughout the world (has been) that while the Hindus were grovelling in the mud of these social evils and were conservative, the Muslims in India were free from them, and as compared to the Hindus were a progressive people. That such an impression should prevail, is of course surprising to those who know the Muslim Society in India at close quarters.” Thus spake Ambedkar in “Pakistan or the Partition of India”

Dr.Ambedkar adds, “Take the caste system. Islam speaks of brotherhood. Everybody infers that Islam must be free from slavery and caste. Regarding slavery nothing needs to be said. It stands abolished now by law. But while it existed much of its support was derived from Islam. If slavery has gone, caste has remained.”

Dr.Ambedkar proceeds to quote from the Census report to show the division of Muslim society between two broad categories — Ashrāf and Ajlāf.

“Ashrāf means ‘noble’ and includes all undoubted descendants of foreigners and converts from high caste Hindus. All other Mahomedans including the occupational groups and all converts of lower ranks, are known by the contemptuous terms, ‘Ajlaf, “wretches” or “mean people”: they are also called Kamina. In some places a third class, called Arzal or ‘lowest of all’ is added. With them no other Mahomedan would associate, and they are forbidden to enter the mosque or to use the public burial ground. Within these groups there are castes with social precedence of exactly the same nature as one finds among the Hindus.”

Ziauddin Barani, the preeminent historian of the Sultanate period, approvingly cites several instances of racial discrimination against Indian Muslims in his book Tarikh-e Firoz Shahi. He relates how, Nizam ul Mulk Junaidi, one of the high courtiers of Sultan Iltutmish, was dismissed from service when it was discovered that his grandfather had been a Julaha, that is, of the weaver caste. The same book attributes these words to Sultan Balban, “I know that God has blessed me with one characteristic, and that is that I simply cannot tolerate a low-born razil occupying any respectable position, and whenever I see such people my blood begins to boil. I cannot employ the son of a low-born or incapable person in the administration of my kingdom, which has been given to me by God. I cannot grant him any service or land grant.”

In his book on statecraft, Fatawa-e Jahandari, Barani provided a better religious rationale for social hierarchy than Manu Smriti ever could. He says, “When the All-Powerful God produces some good or bad in a human being, He gives him the capacity needed to express that particular good or bad quality. This capacity is hereditary, and because goodness is given to those who adopt good professions, they have been called as of high status, free-born, pious, religious, and of superior lineage. Only such people and groups deserve posts and positions in the government of the Muslims. One should not be deceived by the low-born, for their merits are false, not genuine.”

#only love no hate no discrimination or slavery

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