#can bb guns be used for self defense

[seo-expart]

Why We Are Using Good Guns for Self Defense?

[vera-bees-hyperfixations]

My Jason/Red Hood Headcanons

Warring! I've only read about him in fanfics and researching info. I've never read a comic on this man in my live yet but he is bb to me.

JASON

He is a mother hen friend. [says a mother hen friend, i know the signs of one bitch]

He is the big brother you go to if anything bad happened to you, because whoever hurt you will no longer exist.

He is also the brother you go to to hide a body, most questions not asked.

He was [and still is] a theater kid 1000%.

He secretly drinks tea like a 1700s/1800s lady.

He would take the role of "housewife" in the relationship.

His love language is cooking; if he cooks for you, you are loved.

Stress cleaning. due to living on the streets, Jason likes his space(s) to be clean and tidy, he did it to control his environment. Which means he stress cleans, fortunately and unfortunately. Fortunately because his safe houses are always clean but unfortunately because he will clean whatever room he is in [e.g. one of the bedrooms in the manor, bruce's offices, meeting rooms, other peoples safe houses, you get it what I'm saying]

When Jason is anxious or panicked he cooks and he cooks a lot when that happens.

He is always carrying at least five knives and two guns on a good day, eight knives and four guns on a bad day.

How many knives and guns he carries depends solely on his paranoia level for that day.

Jason when dealing with a horrid mental health day(s) or week(s) and knows he can not bring himself to cook anything, will text or call Alfred; his grandfather Bruce Wayne's butler will stop by the next day with a fresh batch of his famous cookies and three to seven tupperwares of his cooking for his grandson, Jason to heat up when needed.

as RED HOOD

He 1000% mother hens the Alley Kids, they've just learned to accept it [and the Alley Kids 1000% do not fear red hood and sass/mock/tease him to no end].

Red is like a BAMF Mama Bear TM.

To help ease Tim after the "TTA" whenever they are together [and not in harms way] he dismantles his guns and removes his knives from his person to show vulnerability .

all safe houses have at least two books in them even in the other bat's+bird's safe house. Most of them are Jane Austen books.

All food cooked when anxious/panicked he gives out to the homeless and the alley kids, sometimes the working girls too depending on how much he makes.

Jason as a HUGE knife collection.

With the knife collection he hands them out like candy to the Alley kids and working girls.

He gives them [the Alley kids and working girls] self defense classes every Tuesdays and Thursdays where he teaches them ways to get away and/or detain men two to three times their own size.

Also gives classes in properly handle a knife, and use it to your advantage in a fight; and normal day to day survival [for Alley kids], and how to conceal carry with few clothing on and still be easily accessible [for the working girls].

If any of the bat clan need shelter because of a storm or to hide after a fight they will crash in one of Hood's many safe houses.

Due to this, all Hood safe houses are stocked with change of clothes for each bat member.

[riddle-me-ri]

Okokokok! Here’s a tear jerker for Lupin and the gang! Headcanons: lupingang x assassin!reader. An assassin reader is sent after them for a hit job. Their strong and calculating no one has ever seen their face those who have don’t live long. But during combat the gang sees readers face. The gang recognizes reader as a childhood friend. They use to be kind and extremely sympathetic to others but now there is this dead, cold, and spiteful gaze in their eyes. Reader stops for a moment in shock a flash of their old self shining through then continues their attack. How does each of them act? Ps: love your writing!

a/n: yes yes yes ANGSSTTT gimme gimme gimme, I'm living for this anon you have no idea, prepare for all hurt no comfort asdfgh and thanks so much! I'm glad you enjoy my writing 💚

Content warning: angst, big angst, brief mentions of fighting/violence but nothing explicit or gory.

Lupin the Third and Gang Fighting Assassin!Reader Who Used to Be a Friend

Lupin The Third:

Lupin rarely gets surprised, he's usually one to surprise his foes.

His mind is washed over with tides of memories. 

Your face, with a smile on it, in a brighter atmosphere and lighthearted place.

You two used to see who could get away with the most petty thefts when you were kids.

Lupin holds onto those memories, maybe hopefully they can help right now.

You seem just as lost as him, just as unsure of how to proceed…

Lupin’s heart drops when you avert your gaze and choose to take a defensive fighting stance. 

Lupin shook his head, he insisted you two didn’t need to fight. 

When you simply reply that it's no longer a choice, Lupin feels conflicted.

Not wanting to harm you, he decides to make a run for it.

He wants to hold onto hope that the old you is still there somewhere

And he'll do whatever it takes to get you back. 

Jigen Daisuke: 

Jigen had to lift up his hat from his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

He knew there was something different about you, anyone pursuing him solo rarely made it this far. 

He also couldn't shake the feeling he knew you somehow.

When your face was revealed–the fight stood at a stand still.

Memories of shooting empty soda cans with slingshots and BB guns…

He always complimented on your sharp eye which now seems to lack the gleam he enjoyed seeing.

Now the weapons you two held were far more lethal.

Jigen lowers his and for a moment you consider lowering yours.

But Jigen doesn't miss how your grip tightened and you took aim once more.

He was quick to dodge out of the way of your bullets.

Jigen catches his breath, he tries to shake the fond memories that were conjured up.

Clearly they don't matter anymore, not as you keep shooting at him

Jigen reloads his gun and with a heavy heart starts defending himself again.

Goemon Ishikawa XIII:

Goemon knew there was something familiar about his opponent's fighting technique. 

He truly, deeply wished he was mistaken. 

When he wistfully cut open your mask so he could see his opponent, everything became a standstill.

You both reminisced about sparring as children with bo-staffs and hand to hand combat. 

You were both destined and trained to be extremely gifted and dutiful assassins.

A destiny you fulfilled more so than Goemon it would seem.

For a moment you wondered if you two would be partners in crime, much like you were in childhood.

You never expected to one day be assigned to kill your childhood best friend. 

Goemom sheaths Zantetsuken, immediately withdrawing from the duel.

Your knuckles turned white as you clenched and unclenched your grip around your weapon.

You couldn't disappoint your boss….you know what will happen to you if you defy them.

Maybe you and Goemon could be partners or friends once more in another life. 

But for now, he was a target, one you were dead set on eliminating.

Fujiko Mine: 

Fujiko gasped when she saw your face under your mask.

She couldn't deny your eyes looked familiar but she wasn't certain until your lower mask slid off your face.

Fujiko's moment of recognition seemed to mirror onto you as you fully took in her features. 

Nostalgic memories of playing make-believe all day when you were children…

To discovering each other's first school crushes

And the two of you defending each other against bullies or boys that wouldn't take Fujiko's “no” for an answer.

Neither you could have expected the moment you two drifted apart you would meet back up in such a hostile circumstance. 

Fujiko glanced down at the object that likely branded the target on her back that set you on the path to eliminate her and retrieve the item.

She rarely faced conflicts of interest, only rarely giving in for Lupin.

But now that it's you, she's finding it much easier in her heart to just return it so neither of you would have to hurt each other…

Unfortunately, you make the decision very clear for her as you charge at her to deliver another blow–

Inspector Zenigata: 

Zenigata has unmasked various foes in his career (many of which were just Lupin in some elaborate disguise). 

But he never imagined the day where the person he unmasked…was someone he knew from his childhood.

Zenigata does a double take, in complete shock. He calls out to you in disbelief.

His face and voice seems to make time stand still as you too recognize the man…

A man you once knew to be a determined, endearing little boy…

You two always seemed to stick to each other like glue, especially during the early school years. 

He always had an ambition to be a detective, to fight for justice…

You couldn't help but softly smile as you realize he accomplished exactly what he set himself out to do.

Zenigata on the other hand, was disheartened to see the path you've taken. 

He felt the urge to plead to you, talk you into turning yourself in…start a path to redemption. 

You never gave him the chance as you decide to run for it-

Zenigata boldly chases after you, ordering you to halt, but it falls on deaf ears. 

You were gone once more, leaving the Inspector to worry about what happened to his dear friend from so long ago.

[country-corner]

Less than Lethal

"Just buy a gun."

Oh wait you live someplace where the Police wont approve your CCW permit or even a FOID card. Screw you for self defense. Break the law, get and carry a gun anyway, after your arrest I'll get your gun from my buddies on the force (yes the same ones I bad mouth in public to make myself look cool).

Oh wait. Your company wont let you have a firearm at work. Screw you for self defense, quit the job you've had for decades and get a job elsewhere at lower pay and crappy new employee hours just so you can carry a gun. Or better yet ignore your employer and take a gun anyway, yes if caught you'll likely be fired and may be arrested but your cool and will have a real gun until your arrest, then I'll get it from my buddies on the force to add with the others I got from them.

Screw you and your self defense because I'm superior and own a real gun. But don't point that less than lethal "toy" at me, it's no better than a BB gun and only old women and wimps would consider less than lethal.

Your less than lethal hits at 300fps or more and will break auto glass but that is just like a fly landing on me because I have a real gun.

I'm immune to all forms of OC and CS gas, I walked through the gas chamber in bootcamp like a clean mountain meadow singing God Bless America, because I'm cool and own a real gun.

That small jolt from the leads on the taser, that put the big bad Army Drill Sgt on the ground, will just tickle me because I'm superior because I own a real gun.

Oh, you have a guard dog. How cute, I have a gun so screw your self defense. Buy a real gun.

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Salt, Byrna, Taser, or any number of other less than lethal options including owning a guard dog has their place within a self defense world. Because, not every situation calls for a lethal response.

I daily carry a gun with hollow points and spare magazine. But, I also carry a collapsible baton. I have used the baton on more occasions than I've drawn the gun. Not because I think the baton is superior, but because the situation didn't call for a lethal response. But, I had the gun if things escalated to the need of lethal force.

I see some people in the gun community lately get a stick up their butts sideways at the thought of someone having a less than lethal option. When less than lethal is brought up they react as if the only answer to any and all situation is lethal. Someone is running at you across the parking lot with something in their hands, shoot them. Someone steps on your property covered in blood, get a nice double tap on them. Someone throws a rock at you from 30 yards away, make sure to empty the magazine into them. Shoot to kill first, ask questions later. You sir/madam are the poster child for the gun grabber community.

Now don't get me wrong, which I know some of you will, I advocate owning and training with firearms (handguns, rifles and shotguns) but having a less than lethal option is great. Start training as young as possible. Train with all forms of firearms, alternate hunting equipment and less than lethal self defense tools. Train hand to hand if that the only alternate means of self defense you have. But train.

Get that firearm, but also get that $20 collapsible baton. Get those 12ga less than lethal rounds for your shotgun. Buy that $30 1 mil+ volt flashlight stun gun or the $60 stun gun that shoots 8 mil+ volt leads out. Pay the $300 or more (depends on brand and manufacture) for the gun that will shoot an OC/CS balls or canisters, as well as kinetic balls or pellets that will hit at 300fps to 1000fps (depending on the LtL gun). Get that trained guard dog, or even just a dog that you can train yourself if you have the skills. And again train with what you get.

Once again. Not every situation calls for a lethal response. Find that less than lethal alternative that is right for you and train.

[nerdygaymormon]

Hello! I bought and read Living on the Inside of the Edge that you posted about being a part of and I just want to say I adore it. It obviously hasn't (and can't really) heal all my concerns, and I'll likely always have a complex relationship with the Church, but for the first time in the past several years, I feel hope. I feel understood. I feel seen.

Thank you for writing your perspective as well. As a young adult with no support from my parents for being aroace, being told I'm loved by my Heavenly Parents and that I can and should have joy in my identity made me cry in the best way. Thank you for the love and wise words you share brother.

I also really appreciated those perspectives from other women, especially on sexism. It was a shock to my system, I won't lie! Even though it'd been staring me in the face for my entire life, sometimes it just takes one person to point it out. It kinda made me reflect on some of my own experiences. For example, when I was a Young Woman, it was an open secret in my ward that 2/3 - 3/4 of the youth budget went to the boys. Girls weren't allowed to do activities too "masculine" or "dangerous" (many of us were interested in learning gun safety/self-defense/shooting BB's for an evening). When I was preparing to go to college, all anyone asked me was if I was going to get a boyfriend/when I was going to get married + have children. To this day it still irritates me that they were more interested in a girl settling down into a righteous marriage and popping out babies than my own interests or goals. I'm sure I'm not the only woman who feels this way!

Thank you for everything you do and being an exemplar of Christ-like love.

This is such a nice note!😊

Knowing you're not the only one, that's a big deal. I'm so glad you could see others get it, others understand.

You are loved! 💓

I was very pleased to be asked to contribute, but I worried would what I write be good enough because those chapters written by the other contributors are 🔥🔥🔥

My favorite is the one by the mom on raising feminist boys in a sexist church

I'm sorry that your parents aren't supportive in regards to you being aroace, I'm sure that can be rough. I certainly can empathize with your experience, my parents still struggle with the idea they have a gay son. Consequently, they miss out on parts of my life. I wish I could've celebrated with them that I had a chapter published in this book!

[airgunkart]

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[lone-star-gunsmithing]

What's a Good Pistol For Home Defense

In these times of intense threats from both international terrorists and domestic "knock and drop" criminals, it is important to have one's self prepared with the right home defense tools and equipment. Remember that having a gun or any other weapon at hand is not enough to guarantee your protection - you must also be properly trained how to use it for that matter. And if the large-scale communal social unrest continues to become worse, and even if you reside in a high-crime neighborhood, then possessing effective and reliable home defense weapons is critical. For this very reason, many people these days are choosing to purchase airsoft guns as their first line of defense against an intruder or aggressor. Indeed, they can be an excellent choice especially when combined with other protective gear such as pads, jackets, and possibly body armor.

Although many people choose airsoft guns as part of their home defense arsenal, not many are familiar with exactly what these guns really are and what they are used for. Essentially, airsoft guns are just high powered BBs (pellets) fired from an airsoft gun. Today, however, there is more to this type of weapon than meets the eye. While historically these guns were primarily used for target practice, today they can be excellent choices for personal protection. With the right accessories and training, airsoft guns can be an excellent method of self defense. One of the most popular types of these guns is the m9 pistol grip. The m9 is a semi-automatic pistol that fires from the bottom (semi-automatic) or top (double action) of the hand. The semi-automatic feature of this type of gun means that a trigger pull is needed, and unfortunately it is not common place to find good quality trigger pulls in these guns. It is therefore important to understand how and where to place the trigger on your pistol to get the best possible trigger pull for your needs. The goal of any good home defense weapon should be to minimize injuries. Another one of the most popular types of pistol is the shotgun. A shotgun is a fully automatic or semi-automatic weapon that fires shots in rapid succession. Because of its firing capacity, many choose to use shotguns for protection rather than a more powerful personal weapon. Some shotguns also have additional firing modes which allow the user to switch between a shotgun and a full auto mode. Again, due to its firing capacity, this type of weapon is favored for home defense over a more powerful weapon. Handgun laws vary widely from state to state, so if you're considering a handgun for protection, you should make sure that you can legally carry a handgun in the place that you intend to use it. Although most cities have restrictive handgun laws, some cities and states have no legal restrictions whatsoever on the carrying of a handgun. Before buying a handgun, it is best to check with your local law enforcement to ensure that the weapon is legal where you reside. While some argue that owning a handgun is a right guaranteed by the second amendment, others disagree, claiming that the law infringes on the right to keep and bear arms. A common choice for a personal defense gun is the pistol. Many people feel that a pistol is an easy option to go with, but they are actually quite dangerous if not properly maintained. Pistols are designed to shoot a shot to a specific target at a specific distance. However, improper handling of a pistol can cause serious injury, particularly if it malfunctions or has been improperly modified. To minimize these dangers, you should always ensure that you follow the basic safety rules associated with your pistol, such as taking proper aim, seating the pistol properly, and using the pistol only when you need it. Firearms dealers generally sell both airport and realistic handguns for consumers to purchase. Airsoft guns are replicas of fully automatic weapons, while realistic guns are just that: they look and feel like real guns. Although they are not available to buy in retail stores, many online retailers provide a selection of imitation handguns for sale. Although most of these models are not accessible to buyers without a license, licensed firearms dealers may be able to supply you with a particular model, as well as help you select the best option for your needs. Handgun cartridges are often used in airsoft guns to increase their stopping power. Although real ammunition is typically much more expensive than pistol rounds, they are often more effective at stopping targets. Real ammo is also much more likely to leave behind lead fragments, which can cause significant tissue damage. Because real rounds are typically more expensive, you may want to consider purchasing pistol rounds instead. For added safety, always choose ammunition manufactured by reputable companies. Our Gunsmithing Services can make your gun more reliable and safe while protecting your family. Read the full article

[deerydear]

The idea of martial arts stuck out to me...

Uke (受け) (IPA: [ɯke]) is in Japanese martial arts the person who "receives" a technique. The exact role of uke varies between the different arts and often within the art itself depending on the situation. For instance, in aikido, judo kata, and bujinkan ninjutsu, uke initiates an attack against their partner, who then defends, whereas in competition judo, there is no designated uke.

The yaoi fan's usage of the terms had originally derived from the practice of martial arts, rather than the other way around.

Beyond Birthday must have had some knowledge of martial arts, as he was able to recognise Misora's Capoeira from a single encounter.

He had known she would dodge. But even so, even with that in mind, that woman was impressive. Dodging his attack without even turning around, and moving instantly to an attack of her own — he could see why L was using her as his pawn. She had brains and guts — as she must. She had the right. She was worthy of being his opponent. The assailant cracked his neck. And with his head still hanging at an odd angle, he walked on down the street. Misora's attacker... The man behind the Los Angeles BB Murder Cases, Beyond Birthday, walked on down the street, grinning cruelly.

...

"Oh, and — Naomi Misora, do take all precautions for your own safety. You are the only person who can work for me on this case. If you fall, there is no one who can replace you." He must be referring to the fight in the alley. She was caught off guard by this. No one who could replace her? For L it might be a very casual pronouncement, or just an outright lie, but Misora found it hard to believe it was even being applied to her. "Don't worry. I wasn't hurt." "No—I mean, take care not to place yourself in a situation in which you might be attacked. Avoid back roads, alleys, and other deserted areas. It might take longer, but stick to crowded areas and busy streets." "I'm fine, L. And I can take care of myself. I've trained in martial arts." "Have you? In what? Karate? Or judo?" "Capoeira." Even over the scrambled line, she could tell L wasn't sure how to respond. She admitted capoeira was an unusual choice for a Japanese FBI agent. Misora felt a moment's gleeful pride, as if she'd out-smarted L — though she knew she had done nothing of the kind. "Yeah, I thought it was crap till I actually started it, but I got involved in street dancing in college and joined a capoeira group as an extension of that. It's actually a really effective form of self-defense for a woman. The basic techniques all involve dodging your opponent's attacks, which means it isn't possible to overpower a block like it is in karate or judo. We can never match a man for power. And the acrobatic, tricky movements in capoeira give you time to get a good look at your assailant." “Really? That makes sense," L said, sounding impressed. Genuinely impressed, not just saying so. “Your description makes it sound interesting. If I have time, I will have to look at some videos... but however confident you are, if they have a gun, or outnumber you, the situation changes. Take all the precautions you can." “Of course. Don't worry, I always do."

...

L once said that he only investigates the mysteries that interest him, personally. His work as a detective is entirely up to his whim. I notice he approaches this discussion with that same attitude -- not doing things just because "they'd make him look good".

“It’s not a sense of justice. Figuring out difficult cases is my hobby. If you measured good and evil deeds by current laws, I would be responsible for many crimes. The same way you all like to solve mysteries and riddles, or clear video games more quickly … For me, too, it’s simply prolonging doing something I enjoy doing. That’s why I only take on cases that pique my interest. It’s not justice at all. And if it means being able to clear a case, I don’t play fair. I’m a dishonest, cheating human being who hates losing.”

...

“The killer is presumably working alone, but, Ryuzaki, when it comes time to arrest him there will be a struggle." “Don't worry. I can take him one-on-one. I may not look it, but I am quite strong. And you're trained in capoeira, right?" “Yeah, but..."

...

"Wait..." she murmured. As cobwebs formed over her mind, she murmured, "Now... when did I tell Ryuzaki about the capoeira?"

About the meaning of Seme and Tame:

Unfortunately, their “real” meaning often tends to get lost in literal or lazy translations. Other times it is lost to the convenience of focusing only on the exterior meaning, in the arrogant assumption that one understands everything just because this superficial translation encompasses all you like or believe you know already. These approaches prevent us from understanding the full meaning of these expressions, negating a real opportunity to grow by “experiencing” the term. At the same time they throw us into the total chaos, which often follows the attribution of complex meanings to simple and clear words.

Having now set the scene I would like to focus on two terms in particular: SEME and TAME.

SEME literally means “The state in which an unrelenting, determined position of advantage is maintained on the opponent. For example Kiryoko-ni-yoru-seme (to attack with “fighting spirit”), Ken-sen-ni-yoru-seme (to attack with the sword) and Datotsu-ni-yoru-seme (to attack by hitting)”. Often, we tend to over simplify by associating seme with its physical manifestation, such as a small step forward with the kensen dominating the opponent’s centre. However, this is just the superficial aspect. True it is a convenient foundation from where to start approaching the concept. However, to grow within the experience of our practice, we have to shift the focus to how, when, and where seme is created. We could say that seme begins within us. It is our determination and our will to express ourselves through the attack we are about to make. It is the propensity to take the initiative (sen), creating a rupture (suki) in the opponent’s mental and/or physical position. While the tangible expression may vary according to situations and/or the opponent’s technical/physical abilities (manifesting in advancing, moving laterally or backwards, in raising or lowering the kensen, in using harai waza, etc...) the spiritual attitude does not change! To achieve this it is essential to harmonise with, and empathize with, your sparring partner. Unless the attitude of both kendoka, during practice, focuses on the research and study of this feeling, seme will always be incomplete, restricted to its technical/physical form, resulting in random outcomes (it may or may not succeed, but the reason will always be unclear), as it does not fuses with a strong spirit. Seme must be sought and expressed in its totality, as a whole. K. Hasegawa Sensei used an expression that I believe gives a very clear meaning to the term: “Seme is like water, a fluid that penetrates into a material permeating it, till it changes its consistency”.

[...]

I believe that these few lines can help people understand, or at least rationalise these two concepts. They encompass what all my “current” experience allows me to understand. Clearly, they cannot substitute for the direct experience one acquires with the constant practice. Undoubtedly, kendo cannot be separated from the direct experience, from listening to our bodies, mind, and knowledge.

“Mmm?” The station entrance had just come into view, and standing in front of it was an awkward, uncomfortable-looking man. A young man, with an intense expression. There were lines under his eyes so dark she wondered if they were actually done with makeup. Like he hadnt slept in days — no, like he had never slept in his life. Like his sense of justice would not allow him time to sleep, since he had so many difficult cases to think about, battling unfathomable pressure on a daily basis. He wore a long-sleeved white shirt and blue jeans. His bare feet were crammed directly into beaten sneakers. "??" She had a strange sense of deja vu. Like she'd seen him or met him once before. There was something about him that reminded her of Rue Ryuzaki — of Beyond Birthday. But the resemblance was backward, like this was the original, and the other had been a copy. “Um, have we...?' She asked, even though he was hardly blocking the entrance bodily, and she could have simply ignored him and walked on inside. The young man instantly leapt at her. Leapt at her? No, that's not right. He actually tried to throw his arms around her. “Huh?! No!" Misora instantly bent backward, brushing off the man's embrace, and moved smoothly on to the offensive. She lowered her upper body backward, spinning once in the air and raising her back legs like a scorpion, slamming both heels down onto the man's shoulders. Both blows hit hard, and the impact knocked him off balance. With a thunderous crash, he tumbled down the subway stairs. Whoops. A little overboard. Certainly, he had assaulted her, but Misora quickly righted herself and ran down after him. "Are you okay?" she asked. He was lying on his stomach like a crushed frog. “I see," he muttered, seemingly talking to himself. “Watching videos and seeing it for real is quite different, but now I think I understand." “Hunh?" What was he talking about? Had he hit his head on something? Her first day back at work, and already in trouble... “Um... can you stand?" Misora said, reaching out toward him. The man looked up at her, his eyes in shadow, as if two holes were staring at her. "Thank you,' he said, and took her hand. Misora pulled him upright. "Are you injured? Does it hurt anywhere?” "I'm fine, thank you,” the man said, not letting go of her hand. Even on his feet, he did not attempt to move away. They appeared to be shaking hands. Like warriors on a battlefield, exchanging a firm handshake after surviving yet another bloody fight. "You are very kind,” he said, with something like a smile, and at last let go of her hand. Then he tottered away as if nothing at all had happened, slowly climbing the stairs again. "Ah... w-wait! Just a second!” Misora had almost let him go, but a moment later she ran after him, circling around in front of him again. She was an FBI agent and could not let an assault crime go unpunished. The young man was sucking his thumb. He did not appear to be at all nervous. "If you aren't hurt, then you'll have to come with me. Sexual assault is a serious crime. You can't go around throwing your arms around women. What were you thinking?” "..." “Don't just stand there. Say something. This attitude won't make things easier for you. What's your name?” Naomi Misora had asked his name. The young man nodded. And answered. "Please call me Ryuzaki,” he said, unperturbed. Just like someone else had.

Conversely, the Uke should rarely attack with too much energy. When performing a push attack, you would never run at someone with arms extended out to push. Instead, you would charge the Nage in a realistic manner and only extend your arms to push when close enough to do so. I've witness many Aikido demonstrations, randori especially, where the Uke(s) trot towards Nage with arms out and a beautiful throw ensues.

-- Being a Bad Uke + How to be a great training-partner.

I find this idea very interesting, because you can see that L didn't display ego.

He was willing to be in the receiving position, in order to get closer to understanding.

The most intelligent people disguise the fact that they are intelligent. Wise men do not wear name-tags. The more people talk about their own skills, the more desperate they are — their work should speak for itself.

Re: Aggressive Top

The question of whether or not this dialogue is as much of an innuendo in the Japanese as it is in the English came up, so I went to check.

B describes himself as 強気攻め. The first two kanji mean something like ‘self-assured’, which is what got translated as aggressive, while the noun is….

Seme. It’s not written in kana like the gay slang usually is so it’s not unambiguously the same term, but the innuendo still has some presence.

It isn’t as pervasive as in the English translation though because the word that is used for ‘being submissive’ isn’t the corresponding gay slang term. 

It’s just ‘mamoru’, which makes the whole language connection between ‘being on the defensive’ vs ‘following traffic regulations’ possible as both things would use the same verb. ‘Submissive’ in the English was likely picked to keep up this language connection, because otherwise the traffic light comment doesn’t actually make sense in conversational context. Gotta keep connections.

The innuendo isn’t as prevalent in the Japanese but also not totally absent. 

(Disclaimer: I am only recently starting a formal Japanese education and I’m in no way fluent in the language. All I’ve got going for me is a dictionary. If anybody with better language skill has something to add, PLEASE feel free.)

[doberbutts]

Here, I've got one: if we draw parallels between bite-trained dogs and guns, the safe way to allow people who want to use guns for activities like sports and hunting is to normalize, enforce, and mandate safe gun handling, cleaning, and storage, right? (At least, this is my view.) That reduces the risk to people who haven't chosen to get involved with guns.

In a similar vein, do you think there should be similar expectations and community norms about safe handling, containment, and training of bitesport and protection dogs relative to dogs generally? Or do you think it's more important to generalize safe handling, containment, and training standards for all dogs PERIOD? (After all, any dog can bite, and even an aggressive tinydog can do some serious damage if it wants to.) What are your thoughts on safety culture with dogs?

Obv I also have thoughts but I'm of at least three minds about everything, so. 🤷 and it's a complicated and nuanced topic, so I figured it might take SOME of your mind off OW HURTY to think about.

I think it's not as easy to draw a parallels between guns and dogs, for a couple different reasons.

Like it or not, but everyone who is a citizen of the US has the right to bear arms with the very limited exception of those who have proven to be a danger to themselves or others. And I do mean very limited, because suicidal people and repeated domestic abusers alike still manage to get their hands on guns even after the option to do so should have been removed for their own safety or the safety of their families. This is one of the core tenants of our constitution and people will defend it to their dying breath. (General) you are not going to change this any time soon.

Unlike weapons, dogs are not a constitutional right. This means your ability to own dogs is conditional and can be revoked at any moment, like any other piece of property. They are also living, breathing animals, so unlike a gun which can only fire if someone is touching it, a dog has a lot of different options at its disposal at all times regardless of whether someone is actively wielding it as a weapon or not.

For this reason alone, I think this is not as simple as all that.

That being said, I do think people in general are more safe with guns than they are with dogs. I think most people are willing to admit that a gun really has one purpose: killing things. You can say that guns have more uses than that and you'd be somewhat right- target practice for people who never want to hit a living body but enjoy the community on the range, blanks as a noisemaker for races and training purposes, even less lethal (but not non-lethal!) ammunition such as BBs and rubber bullets... but at the end of the day the gun was invented to cause direct harm to a living body whether you use it as such or not.

Make no mistake, I might not like guns, but I do carry knives and I have the same opinion about knives. A weapon is a weapon. A weapon's primary purpose is to do violence. I practice my 2nd amendment right to bear arms and the laws regarding defense of self and property by carrying a means to do harm if so necessary. I am a pacifist, but I am also realistic about the world I live in and what may be required for me to stay alive in certain scenarios.

But I do find that people are more willing to accept that a weapon is a weapon and its primary purpose is to maim and kill, than that a dog is a large predator with sharp teeth that only doesn't use its teeth against us because most of them like us too much to do that. And thus, it's easier to get people to swallow required lessons about weapon safety than it is to even get them to listen to the dangers of improper handling of said large predator because those predators happen to be our friends.

I wish there was a community expectation of safe handling practices but the dog owning community can't even agree on legally mandated vaccination practice let alone on something this complex and nuanced. People will argue themselves to death to squirm out of the federally required rabies vaccination despite knowing that rabies is always fatal. I really don't think it's currently possible to get even a large portion of the community to agree on safe practices when that's still a major sticking point.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

okay great because like. you can tell i'm a garcello simp but i saw you describe swap! garcello and my brain went "Bring Him Inside" so. maybe there's like a really big storm (we still get hurricanes up here) coming and garcello is, well. outside because that's where he lives. but reader finds him and can tell that underneath the brooding edge there is some very broken stuff so they offer to let him weather it out with them and they get to know him through that

Glad I assembled the Gar simps haha.

Tbh I'm not sure what to make his past about (Swap!Pico has the same story as normal Pico). But I'm open to any ideas!

Anyways, enjoy ^^

...........

"So whatdya want? A BB gun for self-defense? Or to get back at some petty bitch? Or maybe you want-?"

"I was just gonna ask if you had somewhere to go in case this storm kicks up later on."

"....huh?" Garcello looked up at you, perplexed as he gradually closed his trenchcoat, concealing the stash of weapons hidden inside.

You made a good point about a storm approaching, considering it was already getting windy.

But for you, a complete stranger, to be concerned about a lowlife like him? He couldn't understand why you'd care so much.

Usually people only approached him to either say "get lost" or buy some contraband. Besides that, he was a dangerous man. You obviously knew that.

Shouldn't you be more careful?

Your question seemed to confuse him, though judging by his grubby appearance and the fact you've seen him on the streets a lot, it was likely that he had no place to go.

"I don't suppose you do."

"Ah...no." He finally answered. "I've been survivin' out here for a long time. Selling guns n' shit..and taking on..tough jobs." For some reason he was afraid to tell you he was a murder-for-hire.

But why would I care if they knew or not?'

"I see..well..the nearest storm shelter is far from this train station so...how about we weather it out together?" You suggested with a smile.

Garcello blinked, unsure if he heard you right the first time. When you elaborated that you offered to let him stay at your place till the storm passed, he was stunned for a moment, but his expression quickly shifted back to a neutral one.

"You sure? You're so willing to let an armed assassin into your home."

"I don't suppose I'm on anyone's hitlist, am I?"

"No but-"

"Then I'm not worried." You chuckled. "Besides, storms get brutal around here. Nobody deserves to be stuck outside all alone."

There you go again. Hitting him with such kindness and compassion that nobody's ever shown him. He was certain that you wanted something out of this..but he won't know till he accepted your offer.

And he did after much internal debate, following you back home. He kept telling himself it was only temporary; the moment he saw sunshine outside he'll be gone and out of your life.

...........

"So how do you like your tea? Hot, cold, or...?"

"Iced..if it's no trouble." Garcello answered as he sat awkwardly on the couch in your living room space.

Only an hour or so after arriving, the sky darkened and rain was beginning to pour down. He just gazed out the window, thinking about why you let him stay here.

Any sane person would've refused and already locked their doors. Heck, he didn't even need to talk to terrify people--looks alone did just the trick.

All the scars on his face plus a constantly looming shadow obscuring his eyes were enough to make a little kid cry.

Though as you handed him the tea he requested, you didn't look afraid in the slightest. Maybe a bit wary, of course, since he is a stranger who sold contraband. But you weren't trembling or avoiding his gaze.

You were treating him like a friend.

As you sat down, too, you noticed him tugging on his coat, seemingly sweating. "All that stuff you're carrying must be heavy, huh?"

"Yeah..but ya get used to it." He muttered.

"You can take that off if you wanna be more comfortable..I-I promise I won't steal anything." You stammered as he quickly glanced at you. "You can put in the guest room closet."

"..you have a spare room?"

"I mean..you might be here all night so...c'mon I'll show you where it is."

Together you got up and ventured to the guest room. It was a small size, but Garcello was still surprised that you'll let him have this entire space for himself.

Regardless, he shrugged off his coat, being careful of the few weapons he had on the inside, before putting them in the closet. Afterwards he breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have some weight off his shoulders. He checked his belt loop for the uzi that he kept on him at all times.

If he lost everything else, he'd be perfectly content with this one gun.

"So..I did go food shopping beforehand so there's plenty to eat here. I don't know what you're allergic to or what you like but-"

"Alright cut the bullshit."

You looked at him, confused. "..come again?"

"You must got a high priority target or..just...just something on your mind." He mumbled, shutting the closet door with trembling hands. "Nobody offers all of this to me and not want something in return. So quit acting so friendly and tell me what you want."

As he spoke, he turned around to scowl at you. But the more he talked, the more you could sense something besides..anger in his tone.

He seemed rather exhausted and confused--as though he needed to repay your hospitality. It made you wonder what this man has been through to make him assume your kindness..was some façade. You knew he wasn't being rude on purpose.

"Maybe..your name?"

"..my name? That's it?"

"Yeah," you smiled. "I'm [y/n]. It's only fair that we get to know each other since we'll be stuck here for a while."

"That's..true. Name's Garcello." He muttered. "Sorry for gettin' snappy. I'm just not used to-"

A crackle of thunder interrupted him, making him jump as he glanced at the window. The wind and rain outside began growing louder.

"Hey."

He looked back at you, seeing you offer a hand. That warm smile was still plastered to your face. "You seem pretty cool, so you can stay for as long as you want, even when this storm passes. You're safe here, Garcello."

Safety. That was rare to come by. For the longest time he just wanted to feel safe somewhere and not always be on the run.

But to know that he didn't need to kill anyone or sell anything to hear that reassurance made his eyes sting.

"Th-Thanks, [y/n]." Garcello took your hand and shook it once, before letting go.

It felt strange to contact another person without inflicting violence on them. 'Is this what it's like to have..a friend?' He wondered, even though deep down he worried about getting "too attached" to people. His job couldn't afford such sentiments.

But maybe this time..

He can stop worrying.

[wakandamama]

BLM! ACAB! Abolish the police, oh yeah but before you do I want the bloodthirsty racist stormtroopers to confiscate all firearms from all minority communities😋 Why you ask? Lol no reason...

......you dont need an assult rifle with a million bullet magazine Terrance......you work at a Costco....

A pistol that is properly stored at home for self defense is fine

A hunting rifle because you hunt deer or live onna farm is fine

Hell, you can get all types of styled BB guns you want and go Rambo on some scarecrows inna field! Paintballing is a fun as fuck!

But shit needs limits, especially for all the danger and death and manipulation involved in guns.

Biden literally only spoke about (possibly!) Banning the sell of assult weapons and high capacity magazines. Here is the quote!

Boulder literally happen barely two weeks after a state judge lifted the ban on assult wepons. Also new reform is for clearing background check loopholes and updating permission laws.

A reason I want the govement to actual do its fucking job and address this regularly occurence for mass shootings is because I'm in school to be a teacher.

In almost every mass school shooting teachers have died protecting their kids. Even though I have the heart to lay on my students before a bullet can, I would like to live. I would like preventions to be set on place. That while seatbelts and traffic lights are federal law. That why we have the FDA and OSHA. PREVENTION!!!

In my current teaching program we've got a while 3 week Unit dedicated to active shooter training (and that'snot even extensive enough). A course that teaches US how to minimize death and keep kids safe INSTEAD of some fucking common sense reform that can stop these mass destruction wepons from being bought at a fucking thrift store by Mr. MurderPants.

Yes, I'm still fully ACAB and that our currently police and authority systems need to be dismantled and reformed.

Yes I'm fully for Black Lives Matter because me and my family are Black. I never mentioned one time that I want police raiding neighborhoods of color to take 'all the guns' as to enforcing further brutality. I said I want common sense gun controls.

You can have your small caliber automatic pistol peggy, just why in thee fuck do you think you need AR 15s? Is it your cuddle buddy?

Also, why are Black folks living so rent free in your mind that that's the first "argument" you wanna pull out?

[itsclydebitches]

I’m the tin foil hat anon and I wanted to thank you for the response on my bb submission, you make great points. Although I was frustrated that some of them raised even more questions I didn’t think of myself… UGH… lol the S2 wait is gonna be painful

On the point of crosshair thinking his chip was removed a looong time ago(meaning before bracca or even as early as ep1) it wouldn’t make sense bc of his response to Hunter’s “you tried to kill us, we didn’t have a choice”. He says “and I did?”. So he seems to be aware he couldn’t control himself in all their previous encounters. Does it mean he knows his actions were due to chip then?

And you say crosshair avoiding the “when” question can be due to him not caring if the horrible actions he committed are chip or himself and it’s meant to show that he truly is despicable and evil. It could be the case because he shows absolutely no remorse or regret over slaughtering civilians, never apologizes to his brothers for not only trying to kill them but almost successfully incinerating(!!!) them. On top of that (apparently) without a chip he casually murders his own squad without a blink of an eye right in front of them.

On the other hand, he shows care for Omega’s safety in that episode and wants a better place in the universe for his brothers(even if it’s obviously a mistake). He sounds hurt and betrayed by them yet he still wants what he thinks is best for them. He seemed genuine and sincere in that moment. Even after they refused to join he protected them against the droids. He had multiple opportunities to shoot Hunter or others in the back but never did(and looked like didn’t even consider it). BUT after all of that he decides to raise his gun and try to shoot hunter who already has his gun drawn?! And in front of the whole squad holding him at gun point!!! WTF was he thinking?! WHY? I know they rejected his offer but still. Did his reveal completely change his plans? I just don’t understand. I know he is meant to be “complex and nuanced character with layers” but what a mood swing lmao

As much as I loved and enjoyed the bad batch overall I’m beginning to think that all these inconsistencies aren’t meant to be a crafty set up for next season. What they most likely are is just writers being vague on purpose so they don’t write themselves into a corner.

And as to why the batch and Omega didn’t even try to rescue their brother could just be so that Hunter and Crosshair would have this drama and disagreement at the end. Despite brad rau claiming their argument was over ideological differences. And Jen Corbett saying in that same cursed interview that the batch always love and support each other no matter what because they’re family. Well, I guess not crosshair, he doesn’t count anymore lol

And I agree with you I’d rather see the batch acknowledging they could have done more to try and rescue him than go into the chip details. However, I have a suspicion the real reason or explanation on why they never went back for him isn’t going to be brought up ever. Even *in universe* it simply does not make sense. Just makes me sad seeing how many people also try to come up with explanations. That should have been the writers job to provide something besides Hunter’s “you tried to kill us” bc that’s a weak argument and a total bs since he was SHOCKED to learn crosshair doesn’t have a chip.

Btw sorry for the long posts lol I just found your takes very intriguing

The season two wait is something awful and I only just started it lol. No worries about long asks though! My blog has become quite meta heavy over the years, so this is normal for my inbox. Besides, it’s a bit of a pot and kettle situation. It's not like my answers are particularly concise :D

Okay first, I have the unpopular (?) opinion that Crosshair was never planning to shoot Hunter, partly for the reasons you lay out here. You’re right, it doesn’t make sense, and rather than just accepting that he had that kind of “mood swing" (which would be pretty bad writing based on everything else we've seen) I think it does make sense that this was never his intention at all. Rather, it’s just a setup to make the audience think he’s about to shoot Hunter—that’s the obvious goal of that moment: the shock, drama, confusion, and then relief—but that doesn’t mean that in-universe that was ever Crosshair’s goal, even for just a split second. Omega leaves the pod. Echo, crucially, says that he can’t see her, setting up that Crosshair with his enhanced sight is probably the only one who could. He grabs his rifle off screen and as he does, Hunter leans over the side of the pod as he prepares to jump in, precisely where Crosshair needs to aim to hit Omega. Hunter is in his way. He’s directly in the line of fire, not because Crosshair is aiming for him, but just because that's where Omega is and they're both aiming for her: Crosshair with his rifle, Hunter ready to dive. The little shift Crosshair makes reads to me as him ensuring he doesn’t hit Hunter, despite him being right where he needs to aim, not him full on changing targets.

Even if we choose to read it as him deliberately aiming at Hunter—because yeah, the scene is meant to be ambiguous—I don’t think he, like, meant it meant it. Crosshair, as we’ve seen throughout TBB and TCW, can be pretty antagonistic. He likes to do things to get a rise out of people, like staring at regs until they snap at him, or pushing Rex’s buttons until he swings. If he was choosing to aim at Hunter in that moment, rather than Hunter just being in the way, I think it’s only bravado. Remember the “Don’t make the same mistake twice. Don’t make me your enemy” line? Crosshair has a need to remind others of his skill and power—whether it’s playfully like in TCW, or more seriously in TBB—and that’s likely what this is here. “Hey, Hunter. Look. I got my weapon back. I’ve got you cornered. I’m about to save our sister when you can’t. Remember that I’m good and you need me.” Those feelings of abandonment are tied up in that need to be needed, so when Crosshair is seething at being left behind, brutally showing them how he can get a drop on their leader and doing the thing they can't (save Omega) is a great way to remind them of what they threw away/re-boost his own self-esteem. But none of that means shooting Hunter was ever a real possibility. Because nowhere else do we see Crosshair willingly trying to harm his team. He does while under the chip’s influence, but then he never hurts Hunter when he’s captured. He kills his new team before they can hurt the batch. He helps them fight off the droids. There’s a tussle, but it’s not choreographed like either he or Hunter truly intends harm. Crosshair demonstrates no aggression during the entire escape, willingly gives up his weapon after saving Omega, and just stands there as they leave. If this guy actually wanted to hurt them, he would. Which is more likely, that Crosshair had a split second of real murder intent across two episodes of doing everything possible to help his team, or that this was just a mean bluff?

But personally, I don’t even think it was a bluff. I think the coincidence of Crosshair needing to aim there and Hunter already being there is just meant to imply an attack for the audience, not imply that Crosshair, in-universe, ever intended to hurt him, even for just a second. If he had, he wouldn’t look so surprised and sad when he realizes the others are pointing their weapons at him. If he was out to shoot Hunter, even if only for a moment, seeing his brothers come to his defense would be expected; a given. But if he only ever intended to save Omega, then seeing their weapons trained on him would produce the emotions we saw: shock that they’d turn on him and then severe disappointment. From Crosshair’s perspective, he didn’t do anything wrong and never intended to do wrong either. Hence, looking away in disbelief that his need to aim through Hunter was taken as a serious threat. He's realizing that they honestly believe that he would hurt them. Not the chipped version of him, but just him, all on his own.

As for the rest of his characterization, I think your point that “You tried to kill us” is a weak argument is pretty important. Meaning, Crosshair knows he didn’t attack his team and nearly kill them, the Empire controlling him like a puppet did. He (arguably) doesn’t owe them an apology for something that he was as much a victim for. However, we usually expect one anyway—like Wrecker still apologizing to Omega—because that's how people who have hurt loved ones react, whether the hurt was intentional or not, but that guilt is currently overshadowed by his fury that they left him behind. For him I think it’s a bit of a circular problem. Yes, he nearly killed them… but he wouldn’t have nearly killed them if they’d come back and rescued him. With the obvious disclaimer that the Empire is the real evil here, Crosshair as a threat is a bit of a problem of the batch's own making. If they’d done the right thing and gotten him out, there wouldn’t have been these scary moments like the engine incident. If they’d at least tried, then Crosshair likely would have been more guilt-ridden because he hurt his brothers who were trying to help him. As it stands, he tried to hurt the people who claim they're his brothers, but who left him behind. That's why he presents this second chance as magnanimous: from Crosshair's perspective, they haven't done anything to earn his care, but they're getting it anyway. An apology though? That's pushing things too far. If when Wrecker turned the group had locked him somewhere in the ship and gone off planet, leaving him there under the justification “Well, he tried to kill us!" would Wrecker still return with apologies for his actions... or would he be primarily pissed at being left like that, withholding apologies because they did him harm intentionally, whereas he did harm under another's control? I mean, maybe he'd be forgiving (the huge difference between his and Crosshair’s personalities is another factor), but also maybe not. Having Crosshair apologize for the near-death experiences requires 1. For him to feel responsibility for something that was forced on him and 2. For him to not be absolutely furious at the batch for abandoning him. They've gotta work through that before Crosshair can acknowledge that guilt.

Killing his second team on the other hand… idk if the batch cares, honestly. It was the killing of civilians that they balked at, not other fighters like themselves. Even the Jedis’ execution, something they clearly didn’t like, wasn’t enough to turn them from the Empire, presumably because the Jedi are capable of defending themselves. They fell in battle. It’s only when the Empire asks them to kill kids and untrained civilians that they go, “Absolutely not. This organization is evil.” Murder of other fighters was, you know, not great, but not worth defecting over either. Crosshair’s second team is made up of fighters who have been trying to kill them, so they’re definitely fair game. If we removed Crosshair’s plan from the situation and the batch was just fighting their way off Kamino after a capture, would they have also killed the team without a blink of an eye? Probably. It's self-defense. The second they raised their blasters it became a battle and, unless you’re specifically out to stun someone for some reason, battles end bloody. The shock is which side Crosshair was on, not that one side was willing to murder the other. It’s definitely messed up from our perspective that Crosshair laid a trap to murder his team to prove a point… but from the batch’s perspective? Crosshair killed a bunch of imperial fighters who were threatening them during a battle. That’s just an average Tuesday for them, nothing much to get upset over.

And omg don’t get me started on Crosshair wanting to find Omega a family! Like yeah, it’s obviously a #mistake and his faith in the Empire is Super Messed Up but... the underlying motivation is so good. It’s another situation where there’s no easy answer. Which is more important: Omega’s emotional health where she grows up with clones like her, the people who are now 100% her family, or her physical health, where she stays some place where she’s not always getting shot at, kidnapped, at risk of going hungry, etc.? It’s easy as the audience to go, “Of course she belongs with her dads!!” but if you choose to read the story through any realistic lens, Crosshair absolutely has a point about this being terrible environment for a kid, the exact point the batch themselves were making until Omega begged to stay. I love my feral, compassionate child but let me tell you, I YELLED when she yeeted herself out of that pod. This is a traumatized, formerly isolated kid with absolutely zero self-preservation, combined with, at times, a lack of basic common sense that’s inevitable in children (like not realizing she can’t pull a very heavy droid up through the water). As emotionally gutting as the thought is and, in this particular case, a Very Bad Idea, I really can’t fault anyone for raising the possibility that she go somewhere else, somewhere she’s likely to survive into her teens 😅

[youarejesting]

hey bb💜 I got another request for you: Mafia!Yoongles, SFW, prompt: Bonnie & Clyde

Yoongi: Bonnie & Clyde SFW

Beta: @jung-hoseok-s-airplane

Word count: 3k

Warnings: paranoia, thriller, drama, terror, but soft and fluffy, and angsty. Talk of guns and multiple fight scenes, protect Yoongles at all costs.

Yoongi wasn’t the boss of a Mafia, he wasn’t even high ranking within the gang. He was just an underlying member of the outer circle. Why? All because of a stupid loan. One small sum of money he borrowed for his Tuition that has left him forever in debt.

Now he spent his days working earnestly to pay everything back, however, every year they added a ridiculous amount of interest. They did it to keep him stuck in a rut.

While working and making the payments he was able to open his dream music shop, where he taught children how to play and read music on the weekends.

Seven years passed and he was finally ready to close his accounts; he had saved up his last few thousand and the undoubtedly large interest he knew he would have to pay. They would come up with excuses like ‘account keeping fees’ or ‘providing him with insurance’ which he knew it was all part of the scam.

He would go on whatever “Jobs” the boss asked of him. Whether it was drug trafficking or to rough up some people who owed the boss money.

You had seen it all, broken noses and busted lips, remembering the first day he came home beaten with a purple swollen eye. He had tried to cover the eye with his hair, but you notice the change in his demeanor instantly.

Yoongi wasn’t a pushover, he never whined and never asked for help and it took everything to convince him to allow you to provide first aid for him. He stood in the bathroom as you provided him with medicine and tried to ease this pain and discomfort.

At his worst, Yoongi had returned home with several broken ribs, fingers and a serious shoulder injury. He refused to go to the hospital and you did your best to patch him up. His shoulder however never healed the same causing permanent damage. His face often became pained as he played the piano pinpointing the exact moment when it would start to ache. Yet he never broke and never complained.

“Yoongi, where are you going?” You asked, pulling on your sneakers ready for your ‘spin class’ at least that’s what you called it and what you told Yoongi you were doing. Looking up after securing your laces you saw him in a suit, never a good sign.

There were few occasions Yoongi wore a suit, and he had a different suit for all occasions. He had his beautiful recital suit with coat tails and bow tie your favourite. He had his wedding suit his business casual suit and then this one. It was black on black reminiscent of a funeral but you knew it was because it was easier to hide blood stains.

He was going to Mister Bang, the leader of the Gang. The uncertainty kicked in. Would he return home, if he did would he be injured?

“I am paying out my debt today” He gestured to the duffle bag with a grin. “I even have interest on top of the interest amount just in case, I am ending this today.”

His voice was firm, it baffled you how he did it, how he managed to keep his faith all this time. Always positive that this day would come. Of course, you knew and supported his plans of leaving, but he was finally doing it.

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek wishing him luck, but he pulled you back kissing you firmly and passionately. You could feel how tense he was, there was so much weight on his shoulders.

“If something happens to me today, I just want you to know”

“I don’t want to hear it, you can tell me when you get home, I will order your favourite”

His soft smile brought with it a soft twinkle in his eyes, he seemed to be burning your image into his brain. Sharing a kiss before heading out to the gym.

When you got there you were met by Jungkook, a trainer in self-defense. Jungkook trained you to box using some elements of taekwondo to keep you strong. Jimin on Fridays taught you a series of mixed martial art styles and kept you agile.

You had spent almost all four years of your marriage with Yoongi working with these men to always be safe. It was after that first day when he came home hurt. Knowing you had to learn to protect yourself, so they could never use you against him. Never knowing what might happen to you or Yoongi.

Arriving home after your training you saw Yoongi alone in the dark nursing a whiskey bottle in his hand. Every step closer made your eyes prickle with a sad and angry emotion.

His suit was ripped and parts of him were discoloured or stained from blood and bruising.

“Baby, what happened?” You asked grabbing his face noticing the way he winced. His voice was so small and his lip shook eyes misting up.

“He took my money, he said “thank you for paying back your debt, but the only way you get out is by death” Yoongi sniffed, the tears spilling from his eyes dripping onto your hands as they held his cheeks.

It felt as if your heart was breaking at his words, never in your marriage had he shed tears like this. Sure one or two tears at your wedding, but that was it he never cried otherwise and especially not in fear.

“I said firmly that I was leaving and they beat me, when they finally stopped Bang told me to go home and when I come back I would be promoted.”

He hugged you arms wrapping around your waist and he cried against you. His body shook with uncertainty, his strength leaving him as he leaned on you. They had broken him and you weren’t going to stand for it. Pulling the bottle from him, you had a mouthful the burn in your throat and stomach much needed for what you were contemplating. Gently kissing the unbruised area of his forehead, you stepped back. “Go pack some clothes.”

“What?” He looked confused and you wanted nothing more than to tell him everything would be okay. But it was not.

“Yoongi trust me okay” His watery eyes locked on yours and he seemed to notice the fire behind them, sure he had seen the embers dimly lit whenever you saw him injured or heading out again but this was different. Two glowing orbs holding a pure and fiery strength he needed at this moment.

He watched you lift the floorboard and raised an eyebrow when you grabbed a collection of money stacks.

There were so many things you wanted to bring with you but you knew you could only take the essentials. That didn’t stop you from picking up your wedding album with shaking hands and having one last look at your happy life together. Yoongi stepped out of the bedroom room with a duffle bag in his hand, his expression turning soft.

“Bring it?” He smiled making a gesture to the book “If you want it, bring it. But I want you to know, I am here. Always, and we can have a hundred weddings if you wish.”

“We were so happy?”

“I am sorry, that’s all I ever wanted was for us to be happy and I ruined it my love”

“You could never ruin it Yoongi, you just made it more adventurous I have experienced things I never would have if I didn’t have you”

“You experiences things you shouldn’t have because of me”

Tearing out your favorite photo and slipping it into your wallet you looked around the room.

He sat in front of the brown upright piano, running his hands over the smooth and worn wood. He was saying his goodbyes before turning and taking your hand leading you out of the house immediately.

You traveled for almost two hours until you arrived at Cheongju. You both wanted to go further but it was late and you had to make a plan, driving around aimlessly wasn’t going to help.

So you stayed at a dirty motel using cash. Yoongi said it was better that way they could trace everything else.

Stepping out of the shower and laying on the bed; Yoongi was setting up a burner phone and trying to contact an old friend in his home town Daegu.

The two of you had drifted off to sleep for what seemed like an hour when there was a loud thudding on your hotel door. Sitting up and Yoongi swore, trying to reach for his gun but the door was beaten in.

“What do we have here?” One hulking man asked his gun halting your movements, he was sweaty and made you scrunch your nose in distaste. The other was thinner and taller he had a large burn on the side of his temple and you wanted nothing to do with them.

“Looks like two runaways,” this man pointed his guns at Yoongi, “Get out of bed!”

Hands in the air, you followed their orders stepping from under the warmth of the blankets. Walking cautiously to the middle of the room, Yoongi didn’t raise his hand but followed their orders, taking your hips and trying to move you behind him, you didn’t budge.

Jimin in many occasions had taught unarmed combat and how to use your body as a weapon, he also taught you how to disarm someone.

“You have to move fast. I cannot stress it enough, your small and female they won’t expect you to have the guts to do anything” he smiled “so you have the advantage, what I want you to do is take the weapon quickly and with the least trouble.”

Jimin showed you meticulously how to disarm up to three men, “any more than three and I don’t think you will come out of it unharmed”

Jungkook taught you the importance of the first strike and all the power behind it.

“You need to prove you won’t go down easily, when you strike, you strike hard and fast, don’t miss and don’t give them the chance to fight back”

They had trained you well the only problem was you had never experienced a real weapon in your face. “You made a big mistake Suga and you better realize we are leaving here with your wife, and only your wife, the boss doesn’t forgive desertion,” the gun turned on Yoongi and you couldn’t explain what came over you.

It was like someone had taken over your body, it surely couldn’t have been you. Disarming the first guy was easy and you were proud and thankful the weapon was no longer pointed at your husband. You turned fluidly from the now limp figure to throw a punch into the face of the other man, moving quickly flicking the gun out of his hand. A loud gunshot rang through the room, but it didn’t hit you so you must have done something right.

Knocking the second man unconscious, you took their weapons and turned to Yoongi. He was on the ground leaning against the bed, you raced over, “Yoongi!”

“I’m okay, it’s a graze” Yoongi laughed a disbelieving smile on his face. “You actually just kicked their asses!”

“It really is a graze love see” the wound was indeed pretty superficial so you trusted him. Collapsing into his arms crying and shaking. The adrenaline that had been causing through your body was plummeting, as the crisis was over.

“Hey it’s okay, I am so proud of you, come on we have to move” he said lifting your chin and wiping your tears. “I got somewhere we can go, grab your stuff” The two of you took precautions taking everything.

You drove while Yoongi bandaged his arm, he had gotten good at first aid, as was expected since he got injured often.

Deciding to ditch the car as the number plate was traceable you waited by a truck stop. Paying a man to ride in his truck as close to Daegu as he could.

Once inside the cabin of the vehicle you told Yoongi to sleep but he refused instead holding you to his chest and eyeing the driver. “You sleep love you had a big day”

You were woken by Yoongi who was tapping your arm, ���Honey, wake up, the nice man drove us as far as he could?” You opened your eyes noticing Yoongi’s heavy Daegu accent had slipped through, he must have been angry. When you sat up you noticed Yoongi had a gun pointed at the man.

“What happened?” You asked looking between the two males.

“He tried to touch you and I wouldn’t let him,” Yoongi smiled but this wasn’t a friendly smile his eyes were full of anger. “Thank you for your help sir but we will be on our way?”

“Thank you for getting us this far, but if you even think of hurting someone, I will kill you,” you smiled and waved him off. “Yoongi we have to keep moving, it’s almost morning and we can’t have traces of ourselves on CCTV’s.

He nodded and while walking along you passed a small hairdresser, inside was a young man. You convinced him to give you a makeover. He seemed very excited to help you, “Yoongi, you are going first okay?”

“Whatever you say?” He smiled, the staff bleached his hair before dying it a mint green giving him contact lenses that were a grey color, He went off with the few male staff members who were going to dress him.

When he stepped out, it was a bit of a shock to see him in something a single twenty-year-old male would wear and not a married man in his thirties.

The owner smiled “hey don’t be nervous, Look at how handsome I am, I only make beautiful people, and you are already beautiful, so my job is easy, you know”

“Jin what are we thinking?” The woman said and he gave the woman some instruction.

She took scissors to your hair, giving you a straight-across fringe and removing several inches from your hair which you had kept long since your wedding. They gave you a blunt cut to your collarbones and began dying your hair. They had faded your hair from a caramel blonde/brown to a bright red.

There wasn’t much time to think as they did your make up and pierced your ears a few times. You looked quite youthful, putting on the clothes they provided feeling self-conscious. This wasn’t you, you felt naked, your legs were on show.

Wearing a denim skirt that stopped midthigh and a tight shirt wasn’t really something you wore at your age but Jin assures you that ‘if you act young, you will look young’. It was a strange notion, but he did look good for his age. When you stepped out Yoongi gave a small laugh. Unable to stop yourself from wondering what he might think, you shuffled your boots against the rug. “Does it look weird?”

“You look as beautiful as the day we met?” His eyes drank you up and down “Do you remember?” He opened his wallet and showed you a picture from your group mixer, “you looked not much different from right now”

“I don’t… look weird?” You said looking in the mirror and seeing the bright lipstick, you looked like you were styled by one of those idol girl groups.

“Hell no, you look like a dream, I love you no matter the style of clothing and hair colour you have. Cause you can rock them all” He smiled and thanked Jin explaining that the two of you never came in, before paying them an enormous amount of money and taking the bus to Daegu countryside.

When you arrived you were met with a tall man with golden blonde hair, he was what you expected a golden retriever to be if they were human. “What a look, you must be Yoongi’s wife” He had blue paint on his chin, the only blemish on his beautiful face, along with a matching green strip of paint through his hair and on the tip of his ear.

“Y/n, this is Taehyung,” Yoongi smiled leading you along after the charismatic young man, “an old friend.”

“I just picked up some paints, do we need anything else from town or shall we retire home?” He was walking backwards and you laughed at how happy he looked it seemed so odd how calm you felt.

Was it wrong to feel safe in this moment, your eyes darted around and the sick heavy feeling of paranoia set in. Could they see you? Were they watching? Waiting for you to let your guard down so they could strike?

Was Taehyung really on your side or had they already got to him and this was their plan. You grabbed Yoongi’s arm, “Can we really trust him what if he is leading us into a trap?”

“Trust me okay?” He said kissing your cheek and sighing. “We can’t turn on everyone without giving them a chance”

He was right but how could you not worry, this wasn’t a normal situation this was doorways some leading to freedom and others death.

It took some time, a bus, and a tractor before you finally arrived at a large farm. “Make yourself at home,” he smiled.

Three months had passed and things were going great, but you did something you shouldn’t have. You went into town that morning with a disguise and rang your parents telling them you were safe before quickly hanging up.

They were thankful to hear from you and you headed back to the farm shaking unable to stand the crowds.

For about five days you stayed awake at night trying to listen for any sign that someone was coming for you. Finally deciding that you may have just got away with it, you all were going into town for groceries.

The boys went off to look at farm supplies while you went through the shop. “Y/n?” a voice called you turned seeing a man in a suit and realized what you had just done.

His smile bloomed across his face, a sick sadistic grin. Your eyes flickering around for an escape. Slamming the trolley into his legs and elbowing him to the ground was your first move.

You tried to race passed him only to have him grab you by the ankle causing you to hit the floor. Stomping your foot into his nose until he let you go. Running down the street and into the supply store you began looking through the clothes rack for something to hide your appearance.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked confused as to why you were hiding in this store instead of buying groceries. One look at the fear on your face and he knew his answer, dropping the bag of birdseed Taehyung had asked him to carry. “We have been found?”

“Just me, you will be fine as long as you don’t get caught” You looked around “I just need to leave here without being seen” You looked around for another escape seeing a bloody nose man bossing around some other men point at shops to raid, Taehyung ran over. “I found these bags, the owner says we can fill it and he will weigh it and we pay what we get.

You snatched the bag and looked at Taehyung, “Put me inside and let’s go we are busted,” Taehyung looked around spotting the manager and pressed a finger to his lips as you curled up inside he picked you up in his arms, Yoongi paid the man more than he needed and the three of you left the store.

You held still, barely breathing, as Taehyung walked to the bus stop Yoongi patted the bag softly trying to calm you. Soon you heard the bus, Taehyung carried you onto the bus, they gave you the all-clear to emerge from the bag but you waited an extra few minutes for the bus to leave the town before you busted out.

“How did they find us?” Yoongi hummed and you looked down feeling guilty, that you had ruined everything.

“I made a call in town,” you hung your head and Yoongi frowned, “we will have to leave dove,” his fingers brushed your cheek soothingly.

Taehyung had gotten in contact with a man who went by the name RM for his own protection, a man who made passports while you and Yoongi were busy changing your hair again.

The passports arrived after three days. “What the hell kind of fake names are these?” Yoongi facepalmed at his friend's stupidity, “Taehyung, I asked you to take this seriously.”

Glancing over Yoongi’s shoulder at the Passports you couldn’t help but laugh. Taehyung was an old ball.

In three days you would be boarding a plane as Bonnie Lui and Henry Clyde. A newlywed couple from an urban town in Busan heading to Gwangju. Where you would be meeting a young man named Hoseok in Jungnim-dong, a penguin eccentric village.

It was that night when Taehyung got a call from the neighbour, the ringing of the phone put everyone on high alert and Yoongi and yourself spared no time getting dressed. “Hey Tae there are vehicles coming towards your house, is everything okay?”

Taehyung sighed “thanks bob, keep your back door unlocked I will be there soon”

You looked at Yoongi and grabbed everything and took off through the fields.

You got to town and onto the first bus out of Daegu, as the sun rose you looked over at Yoongi his hair was dark and he was starting to grow a bit of facial hair. He looked handsome. He took your hand fondly, running his thumb against your wedding ring.

Before he slipped it off of your finger, “you should go, I can’t keep dragging you around because of my business. “You deserve a better life”

You snatched your ring back, tears falling. “Don’t you ever remove my ring again Yoongi I vowed in front of our families that I would live and die by your side no matter what and I meant it”

“You really want a life of paranoia, looking over your shoulder and wondering who around you is holding a knife ready to stab you in the back”

“Yes.” You said determined “if it means I am spending my life with you”

You were classified as missing persons and you tried your best to not get caught on your way to the airport. Once on the plane you relaxed significantly, feeling a breath of fresh air like you had done it.

Aiming to start a new life, to settle into a home again. For as long as the Bang mafia would allow you, of course, you knew one day you would have to move and you were ready. There were days where the paranoia took over, there were days where you saw suspicious figures.

One day you even woke up to men in your house, realising they found you again. But you were ready. You were always ready. You both did things you weren’t exactly proud of but you tried to stay pure given your situation.

It was just you and Yoongi against the world and you were in it for life, he was your ride or die and you really were the Bonnie to his Clyde.

[huntsman-ash]

RWBY LiveThoughts: V8E7

Since I finally have time for it today, lets make sure Im all caught up for the hiatus. 

Before we get fully started, an idea; Its not a war crime if they’re Grimm. Then its just self defense. So break out the napalm, the cluster bombs, the chemical weapons, the fun stuff. Make em regret it, yeah?

And we start off...on a farm. Looks like my moms old farm in South Dakota. Even on Remnant, hay is best used in bales.

Waiiiit. Thats the place the Whale set down isnt it. I see a Sayber running. Ah, and the Atlas military! Surely, the vanguard of a massive force to hold the line! Also Im glad to see a close up of the helmet for once, I want to make my own. Also, the gloves, and the rifle itself. Not sure why it doesnt have a stock, seems kind of silly...

And airships too, so they got some fire support...whats that wall behind them though?

Also it TOOK US 8 FUCKING SEASONS to get a close up of these FUCKING Weapons. 8. FUCKING. SEASONS. Okay maybe more like 5 cause they didnt first appear till 3 or so but come on. Im so picking this shit apart later. 

Pfft, bros got some nerves going on. Come on man, its just some Grimm, you’ll be FINE.

Atlas field harvesters resemble Halo’s JOTUN Farming equipment. As wel as our own. No surprise there.

Alright, bunch of Saybers, not seeing much of a threat here.

Hey, Paladins! Damn, they...look way different than I remember them to be. 

I wont lie, I dont like the Paladin design. Way to much visual noise, I cant tell where anything IS. 

Also that is the most 2D grass I have sever seen in my fucking life. What the hell are they growing here...

Huh, the whale has two sets of teeth. Wait, its just there? And its wpewing out Grimm. So...why isnt the air force firing on it? 

Yeah its not moving, its just raising its head and slamming down and vomiting out more Grimm. Im not sure what the issue is here, just...seal the mouth. 

Oh, huh. Apathys. Let me guess, RTs gonna try and tell us depression is going to kill most of Atlas. Oh for fuck sake. IM NOT IMPRESSED RT. IM REALLY NOT. IM MORE FUCKING ANNOYED THAN ANYTHING

Okay so...I see what this is. Its farm land outside of atlas proper and there’s an additional wall behind them, plus the power lines I guess? Seems like a viable place to make a stand. 

...thats it. Please tell me this is just a single detachment of the Atlas military because there is less firepower here than a NATIONAL GUARD UNIT ASSIGNED TO ONE CITY

Im fairly certain there are more people assigned to ONE UNIT attached to JBLM then I amm seeing here. 

Not to mention this is an OPEN FIELD the Grimm have to run through. This is a literall fucking TURKEY SHOOT. Running across an open field anywhere is a ticket to DYING.

Just ask the poor fucks on D-day.

Also uh...why is everyone in line formation? What is this, fuckin’ 18009s combat Napoleon style?

And did the distance suddenly change, I feel like the whale suddenly got a hell of a lot closer.

Just...I dont get this. This makes no sense. Did Ironwood learn how to deploy forces from a fairy tale book? This is legitimately some fuckin Lord of the Rings shit here.

RIP that one specific trooper hit by that Behemoth though. Dont worry friend, the thing walked next to a Paladin. Its getting its eye blasted out

And cut back to Ironwood. Doing...fuck if I know what.

Staring angrily it seems.

“Dammit, my tactical deployment by line formation and parade ground tactics isnt holding back the Grimm, curses!”

Well MAYBE IF YOUD THOUGHT TO INVEST IN SOME FUCKING AIR SUPPORT...Seriously.

I know people have told me why this is. I understand myself why this is. But it really just...does...not...jibe with me. At all. 

Okay so more details; first, apparently Atlas has a subway. Makes sense, its a big island. Inter-system transits probably a given. Second; Was that Mantis Squad Omega? Some kind of unit maybe...interesting.

 Also I love how this guy just questions Ironwood. Like, bro, if the General says do it, do it.

Hold the fuck up, why is everyone outside? It looks like fuckin’ Cali during our lockdowns...what ever happened to martial law huh?

Also “underground subway stations”. Yes, thats...kind of what a subway IS. I guess maybe they have overhead ones like New York does. Mass transit be weird like that.

I mean HELL the signs on it are almost identical to the ones in NYC too! Even with the colored circles and train cnumbers. 

According to the sign here they’re at Pickens Square Station. 

Oh boy. Ironwood just fed these poor bastards into a meat grinder. Anyone here ever played the Metro game series, or read the books?

Remember the Dark Ones? The Nosallias? Yeah. Tight corridors and monsters only work out well for angry vodka fueled Russians.

Didnt see it very well but I THINK those Mantas had some kind of wing gun. Either thats new, a separate armament setting, or RT forgot what ind of weapons they gave their ships AGAIN.

Cant get the shields back up, yeah, no shit, they DETACHED ONE OF THE FUCKING PILOTS YOU IDIOTS.

Also hah, they arrested Yang, Ren and Jaune. Not surprised.

Beta squads apperently been hitting the whale. ‘Bombs, missiles, we cant make a dent, sir.” ...while Im not surprised by this, I also hear shades of the opening of Halo 2s level Metropolis. “Where’s the rest of your platoon?” “Wasted, sarge. Blew right through us. Rockets, fifty cals, didnt do nothing.”

Honestly they could have SHOWED THAT too. Them just saying it feels like a cop out to me. Take that as you will. But if you want us to see the things hard to kill, show it. 

Not that I figure Atlas’s rockets are much more than Dust in a propellent tank. Not exactly a Hellfire or TOW.

Nice to see proper military talk for...a moment anyway.

Or what I figure RT figures is proper.

Oh so now the whales moving. Okay...huh.

Jaunes commentary is the same as mine. Though I guess the size seems to shift depending.

Ohhh. Its MANTA. As in the gunships. Alright, sure that works. And this guys making a good call. If you cant hit the big one go after the smaller. Of which there seems to be a HELL of a lot. Actually holy fuck that Grimm spew is across like...ahlf the fucking island right now. Time to fuckin torch and burn people.

Ahhhhhh and they get to the proper idea.  If you cant punch it from the outside, hit it from the inside.

I knew a crew...three madmen, names of Keegan, Lahni and Mac. The Hivebusters. Something tells me a Venom bomb would do the trick...if it can rip apart Swarm creatures as big as a Snatcher or a Swarmak and reduce them to green slime, I think it’ll work on Grimm. 

Something tells me RT isnt gonna give em a bomb though. Too obvious.

NEVER MIND. “Science team is putting together a bomb.”

Also I LOVE how Winter’s pupils expand and retract in fear as she realizes what Ironwoods asking her to do.

Awww now shes getting the shakes too.

Salem directing this shit like shes some kind of orchestra leader. I mean it FITS but...I dunno.

Ah so the command deck is directly behind the whale’s glowing nose. Basically inside where the spermacetiy organ would be in a real sperm whale.

What the fuck is Emerald doing there?

Sneaking I guess. Huh. Why’s she sneaking around the whale. Also, huh. guess seeers can get fooled by Emeralds semblance.  Is HE STILL BEATING UP ON OSCAR? Jeez dude. Take a breather.

Honestly if this was TRUE I would be okay with it. Replace the Huntsman with, I dont know, a massively overequipped military for each Kingdom, let them run rampant...stomp the Grimm out or push them back to nonexistence...everyone lives happily ever after

Lets be real here, the idea of the academies? Really really fucking dumb. Its cute. Fairy tale like.

But if theres one thing this show has taught me its that fairy tales SUCK. Reality...tends to be worse.

Ah theres one of those torture hooks they mentioned a few episodes back. Nice of the whale to have a specific interrigation room.

And at last we get some information on how Salem works. Alright so...what happens if you seperate the parts then? Sink one in the ocean, launch one into space.

Sounds like Oz/Oscars telling the fans what we’ve been saying forever, Companion Book be damned; Salem wants to die.

These mind games bore me. Its cute, but I dont like it cause I cant follow that shit. Give me a straight up fight any day, fuck this sublty backroom fuckery

No lies from them both here honestly.

Medical supplies in Atlas seem almost the same as here on earth interestngly. Also, soup. Or...coffee, tea?

Blake with the obvious here. But I mean thats not really saying much cause...well. Not hard to outfight the Atlas military it seems like.  (Long suffering sigh)

Im gonna make a seperate post about my frustrations with that and leave it there. But dont expect me to stop fully complaining about it because everyones gotta have something to bitch about with this show, and I’ll be DAMNED if I start joining the BB whiners.

Good question, Ruby. Might be that YOUR NOT LIVING IN A FAIRY TALE

I’d like to see these people dying in Mantle. I refuse to believe that there isnt SOMEONE in the nation that once brought Remnant to its heel that wont stand and fight. Unless Im wrong about that too...

May backstory? May backstory. Yeah.  Not amazingly complicated but it works. Cant tell if shes Henry though...or was. 

Dramatic lightning flash

Cute you think that Ruby. Theres sides. Always are.

Further proof honestly.

Hazels look of though is amusing. Cant tell if he doesnt believe Oscar, or if his tiny peabrain is runing full bore to think this through.

Coordination between farm boy and professor.

Oh. OHHHH. Plants the seed of doubt in Hazels tiny mind, he uses the last question for himself, sees the truth... Clever, Oscar. Clever.

Hazel peabrain go THUNK

Ah so Mercs going off to Vacuo. Guess that means everyone else is going there next too. Eat that, random Discord person, I called it.

Course, CFVYs there so...maybe we get to see Yats beat up on him.

Oh hi Tyrian. Do you just...randomly roam the halls of the whale waiting to DRAMATICALLY REVEAL YOURSELF and give violent expositon? Im very much okay with that.

Also I love how he just...accepts this. Totally fucking bonkers, totally down with it. 

Oh shit, Tyrian and Mercury going to Vacuo? Damn thats gonna be INTERESTING. I guess Tyrian’ll fit in well enough honestly.

Flying Beringal literally out of the roof. 

I remember back when this season first started and I said those weird bone platforms looked like VTOL launch bays. Guess what? They are.

Merc and Em emotion blah blah DONT CAAARRREEE

Jaune thinking tactically for ONCE IN HIS FUCKING LIFE. An I mean military tactical of course.

Also I like how the Aces say they dont let emotions cloud their shit WHEN THEYVE BEEN DOING THAT THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME.

This ENTIRE PLANET is emotionally run. Thats why the Grimm are such an issue! Makes small note to make Remnant Adeptus Mechanicus cult

Seriously though...

I wont lie though, Hare isnt wrong. Wonder what happened to that Tortuga guy. Tyrian, is my guess. Love how Ren interrupts the moment they almost mention Clovers name.

Expendable, yes. Replacable, no. You should have a talk with squadron leader Grey from Star Wars Squadrons Ren

ANNNNDDD SEMBLANCE EVOLUTION. Or the edibles just kicked in.

This is cool and all but its really fucking dumb and hamfisted. Explain all you want. Mention emotions all you want.

The Aces are fucking huntsmen. HUNTSMEN. FUCKING. SUCK. They always have. Its a dumb idea. Yes, lets stop the hordes of monsters invading this world BY SENDING IN SINGLE OPERATIVES WITH FUCKING MELEE WEAPONS

I’ll make this clear to you, Ren, right here and now. If you faced a REAL elites, you wouldnt have stood a chance. Nor would RWBY. Their bodies would have been three-shot from 20 meters out with a breach and clear and stacked against the wall like cords of wood, one final shot to the dome to make dead sure they were down. None of this stupid flipping and acrobatic crap, none of this clashing weapons and Dust and semblances...no. 

You’d be dead before you knew they were there and they would move on. You’d just be another body to the pile, one more faceless corpse to add to their kill count. A meatgrinder in human form. 

Professionals. Dont. Lose. AND THE ACES ARE NOT PROFESSIONALS!

Because thats not what RWBYs about, never has been.  And that is what annoys me slightly. That and the fact I cant distangle what I know of other universes and our own from RWBY’s. Its hard to hold a universe on its own when everything they make points towards it being like ours, but they change it when they see fit. 

I feel like thats bad writing.

Hehehe. Winter touched Elms boob.

Glad to know that Winters got her priorities right. Course, that bomb probably aint gonna do shit cause its Dust based.

...again, hoping its a chemical weapon...

Wait, the Atlas forces from earlier are STILL FIGHTING? Damn, these Grimm must suck if they couldnt wipe them out in that little time...

Also I cant tell if its getting dark cause of the storm or if its the dawn of the next day.  Or did...they shift time around? I lost track. I SWORE the sun was setting the last time we saw everything.

Also return of the shitty 3D grass...

Marrows gonna defect.

Awww poor Winters got emotions. HEY MAYBE DONT SEND A MENSTRATING WOMAN OUT ON A FIELD OP, ATLAS!

So according to May there’s still front lines. Cool. 

AYYY ITS KLIEN! HES BACK

Oh, I guess hes a doctor too. Oh he MAD.

Ayyy Whitleys being USEFUL for fucking once in his shitty life.

Shes gonna hug him isnt she.

CALLED IT. For fuck sake...whatever. Cute. But whatever.

Oh annnnddd now Grimmquake?

No. It stopped...Bolide?

No. PENNY.

Annnnddd shes leaking coolant. And sparking. And dead.

RIP Penny.

The concept art of the beached whale looks so fucking silly. Seriously, just...detach the whole section there. Drop the fucking thing. 

Oh well.

And thats it for almost two months! Be prepared for me to BULLSHIT MY WAY THROUGH ALL OF IT and continue on with my military fanwank because THATS HOW IM SURVIVING 2020!

[jxckspxcer]

𝓟𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝓟𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝓔𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖕𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 | Villainy is Dangerous Work

Once Jacks PRIMARY OFFENSIVE STRATEGY for his high profile villainy was using overwhelming mechanical force to keep overpowered rivals subdued until he can carry out his plans. Over the years though, he has not been capable of producing robots at a rate of satisfactory disposability. Even putting into work into self-repairing technology, upgrades also got in the way of putting machines on the front lines. 

He could have aimed to be more strategic, take stealthier jobs and be a more lowkey villainy... But that wasn’t very Jack. 

Jack was going to have to get a little more involved in his own defenses. 

DEFENSIVE EQUIPMENT

ALPHA Armor - Flexible body armor of his own design. Absorbs physical blows (to a point), fire resistant, slash/tear resistant.

Bullet Proof Vest - A minimum for protective equipment.

Oxygen Mask - Designed like the golden fangs of a snarling monkey, this mask keeps him supplied with oxygen when he flies super high and filters out the chemicals of his weapons. He also has a plain black one, for lowkey events. 

Goggles - Filters out flashbangs and allow for different fields of vision like night vision, heat vision, and also lets him view any of his active cameras. 

Air Pods Ear Buds - These block out the sonic shrieking of his sonic weapons or any other noise of the battle field, but he can turn them on and off while keeping them in. 

Gloves - Gloves give him the freedom to slide down trees and walls and such without eviscerating his hands, and for the most part, keep him from breaking his hands a lot of the time. 

OFFENSIVE EQUIPMENT

ALPHA Armor - Allows for Jack to exude more force due to increase durability letting him really let loose. 

Shock Gauntlets - Usually worm with the Alpha Armor, these gauntlets can run an electric current through the palms so don’t let him grab you.

Monkey Staff - The Monkey Staff increases Jacks stamina, agility, strength, speed and ferociousness, while also gifting him monkey feet, a prehensile tail and sharp monkey fangs (and a lot of fwuffy white body hair). At the cost of decreased focus over time (Jack can go a good week before losing it). 

Physical Weapons

Collapsible Staff / Batons / Bats -  Jack just likes to keep a moderate amount of distance between him an opponent. Closer combat will make him think less clearly.

Rings - Jack is usually wearing a multitude of rings and they sure do pack a punch. 

Knife - Jack usually likes to have a knife on him for strategic purposes, as knives are just a handy tool. But also as a warning, for anyone who gets too close to him. 

Electric / Pyrotechnic Weapons

Taser(s) / Electric Batons.

Flamethrower.

Fireworks / Explosives. 

EMPS / Electrodisruptive devices. 

Chemical Weapons

Ammonia / Stinkbombs.

Paralytics / Tranquilizers. 

Sleeping Gas.

Combustible fluid.

Mace.

Sticky foam.

Sonic Weapons

Screaming Beetle - He’s got a device that just shrieks at an agonizing pitch and it just sends Bad Feelings to the brain. He tested that out himself until it was just right.

Non Lethal Guns

BB guns with metal pellets. 

Paintball guns with paintballs full of whatever chemical he needs. Or paint if he’s trying to have fun.

Tranquilizers. 

Net Gun. 

 Tracker Gun (it sticks a tracker on ya bud).

EVASIVE EQUIPMENT

Smoke bombs, Flash Grenades, Glitter Bombs.

Double Team - Palm sized hologram projector for distraction. 

Invisibility Cloak - Either the Shroud of Shadows, or Jack eventually perfecting light refraction technology-- Though in his version you would be able to see a slight warping, much like Predator invisibility.

Upgraded Helibot - Future iteration of the Helibot acts both as a jet pack and gets some Doc Oc legs for assistance. It weighs down the pack a bit but... that’s why it’ll only get 2. 

Pocket sand

(Future Protection). (Not Weak, Not Super).

[indulgnces]

hello! it’s jess again with my new final girl bb brooke under the cut! (AHS 1984 SPOILERS!) I’m playing her pre-prison for the most part, but legit after this next episode there are gonna be some new attributes given to her, so I’ll circle back and change as needed after Wednesday!

❛  ( LILY COLLINS )  ◈  dude, shut up ! BROOKE THOMPSON from AHS: 1984 is on screen. their fans swear they’re just COMPASSIONATE & CLEVER, but we’ve all seen their RESERVED & SKEPTICAL side ! according to TRUMAN WIKIA, they’re TWENTY-FOUR years old, CLOSETED BISEXUAL, & identify as CISFEMALE ( SHE/HER ). they’re currently a VETERINARY ASSISTANT & are CONFUSED about life in truman. luckily they have THEIR ENGAGEMENT RING AND HER KNIFE with them & can visit THE ROLLER RINK whenever they want. penned by JESS.

so her bio is always subject to change depending on what happens, as her show is currently airing, so a final version of her won’t come around for another couple weeks. but below is a sketch of my sweet & badass final girl brooke thompson (spoiler warning for ahs 1984!!)

CANON LIFE 

(gun tw, murder tw)

“I, uh I had this dumb idea, this, this dream to-” “To be somebody?” “No. To be nobody.....I pretended for so long to be somebody that I wasn't. Now I don't even know who I am.”

was a smart child who liked to learn. top of her all her classes. goodie-goodie who I wouldn’t call a nerd or a teacher’s pet, just like a prepared student who kept to herself and aced all her shit

things were smooth but then there was this entitled jerky bad Nice Guy who kept coming in 2nd behind her, and instead of pushing himself to idk be smarter than brooke and be on top on his own, he bitched and straight up stopped talking to brooke

that wasn’t enough for the baby tho, and so he convinced everyone else in their class to stop talking to brooke too. fucking iced out by her entire class

brooke did not like that. v much did not like that. she is a bit of a people pleaser, and can be easily peer pressured, and the idea of people thinking of her in a negative light, the idea that she was making other people mad or upset for some reason, didn’t set well with her, so she started to fail on purpose

pretended to be dumber than she was until she fell into the #2 spot, then the icing out stopped and the mean Nice Guy asked brooke out and ....she said yes bc well, why not?

flash forward and he’s asking her to marry him and she says yes for the same reasons before and though they’ve been together for years, they’ve never had sex/were saving themselves 

did i forget to mention Nice Guy was a jealous guy? i feel like that was implied, but yeah he was a v jealous boy, and during their wedding he accused brooke of sleeping with his best man sam duke (montana’s brother wassup), then proceeded to shoot sam, brooke’s dad when he tried to protect brooke, and then aimed that gun at brooke before shooting himself instead

#traumatized 

brooke got the hell out of dodge after that. didn’t want to be that girl anymore. didn’t want to be the Smart Girl or the Girl Who Slept With Her Fiance’s Best Man or the Girl With The Crazy Fiance or the Girl With The Murder Wedding like she just didn’t want to be anybody, wanted to blend into a crowd of strangers and disappear

where better to do that than los angeles? 

moved to la, got into santa monica college to take classes towards becoming a veterinarian assistant, was just gonna chill

then the night stalker decided to break into her apartment and try to kill her, but she’s got Balls and is clever when in danger, so she beat him with a frying pan and made a lot of noise and her neighbors heard and saved her life so #bless

decided again to get the hell out of dodge and go with a group of new friends to be a camp counselor at camp redwood for the summer because fun!!!! and safety, mostly

except not fun OR safe bc their first night there and she’s nearly killed by THREE killers (richard, mr.jingles, and fucking MONTANA) on separate occasions, had a traumatized night all around, and when daylight broke, she managed to kill that bitch montana in an act of self defense

bad timing tho bc she gutted her when a bus full of children were driving by, so like, not a good look, and then that bitch camp owner & true serial killer psycho margaret decided to pin all the murders on brooke so (upside down smile face emoji yknow the one)

brooke was found guilty and, after five years in jail, was sentenced to death by lethal injection

sentence was carried, brooke died an Absolute Boss, giving no fucks to richard (this man terrified her before and now she doesnt give two shits my gIRL!!), spitting at margaret, just being a badass, and then afterwards donna gave her a dose of adrenaline and brought my girl back to life

donna brought her back to health, and during that time brooke bonded and began to trust her. she also found out about margaret returning to camp redwood for a festival, and has made it her mission to go back and gut that lying bitch for the hell she put her through before she can go on with her life

also on her one day of fun out of the hotel after her recovery, she had a brief run in with a psycho serial killer bc (donna &) brooke’s apparently just serial killer BAIT, but guess what? just like every time before my girl used her fucking brain and got both her and donna out of their situation, and because she’s a badass now, she didn’t run away this time, instead she stayed and finished the job - opting to tie the psycho up and cut off his hitchhiking thumbs like a fucking BOSS i love her

now walking the way to redwood with her girl donna

and that’s everything of brooke thus far in canon! I’ll add more when the series ends!

FUN FACTS & HEADCANONS

did not sleep with sam, thank you very much

lost her virginity to ray, the ghost, during that traumatizing night at redwood and it was only Okay

was kissed by montana during that traumatizing night before it came to light that montana fucking hated her guts, and um that split second kiss did more for her than sex with ray? (no tea no shade ray you got a shudder or two out of her okay (but not the o oof)) brooke didn’t know she could feel that way towards women until montana kissed her and that shit SCARED her so she freaked and ran

so you know how brooke told donna not to kill that psycho killer who tried to kill them when they were on the road? it wasn’t because she wanted to torture him. it’s because she didn’t want donna to have to go through the trauma of killing somebody. bc even though she knows she was justified in killing montana, and she had to do it to save her life, she still went through the trauma of knowing she ended someone’s life, and she compassionate and doesn’t want her friend to deal with it either. she’s not about that murder game now, she’s not gonna kill if she don’t have to. but she’s not the same as she was before, not gonna let ppl get off scotch free - aka why she took the man’s thumbs & tied him up: punishment for what he did, and she left him there vulnerable to either die, or more likely: be found by a passing car, and face the punishment for what he did

girl really is serial killer bait though. idk what it is. when she was an innocent girl just trying to get through life? encountered her joey her fiance (killed 3 ppl including himself), ramirez (killed 13? people and counting), montana (psycho killed at least 2 people, presumably more, and counting), and mr. jingles (killed 5+ people) - most of who just wanted to kill her to killer her. then she became a bad bitch. and again, serials killers took an interest in her, with both ramirez & psycho bruce hitchhiker both amused by her new thick skin smhhh, girl can’t catch a break one way or another with these killers.

TRUMAN

“I don’t know what’s real. I- I don’t even trust myself.”

ah, truman, brooke has been utterly confused about truman

because brooke, she buys the story the actors have told her 

okay, so she moved to truman after the Red Wedding nightmare, okay, sure

but like, she spent five years in jail for crimes she didn’t commit, and that shit has left an IMPRESSION on this girl and so she’s also like, something doesn’t add up

but she’s not suspicious by nature, and she’ll believe what she’s been told, because why rock the boat and say otherwise? 

so she got her degree in truman in biology, with intentions to pursue veterinary school for her doctorate and obtain her license, and she hasn’t spoken her doubts aloud 

but like, LATELY (*cough* with the season’s premiere *cough*), babe’s been more confused than usual, with intense bouts of memories coming back to her

and she’s expressed these distressing memories to the actors, who act the same way the redwood crew did to her when she told them she was being chased by mr.jingles that first episode: they mocked and laughed her off, got her to believe what they needed her to

but just like redwood, with each passing week the memories won’t stop, and she’s been Distressed and then her PRISON EPISODE hit her and the sensation of dying has fully convinced her that these are not just dreams, these events are real, and she’s not sure how to process it

since the memories have returned, her new experiences and thick skin from prison has returned, making her wary of strangers once again, but it’s battling with her current perception of the world, and it’s all especially especially in this place that’s filled with people trying to tell her that’s she crazy for her memories

PERSONALITY

okay so, before prison? girl was naive and dependent and trusting and believed n the best of people. she got scared easy, had trouble being alone at night, and relied on the people around her for protection in life. she went with the flow and had little agency in her life, as she allowed her controlling fiance to p much dictate her life tbh 

before prison but after her red wedding, brooke became more reserved then usual, because she had an intense desire to be alone, and to be away from the stigmas and the reputation she had in her old life following the nightmare event. it was her first taste of independence, though she was still dependent in nature, as the second a group of friends came into her life, she found herself following their lead, tagging along.

after prison? total change. five years - NO, 1825 DAYS - in prison absolutely changed her. she looked back at her life and that night and realized she was too trusting. she got warnings and scares multiple times that day and night at redwood, from the gas station employee to the hitchhiker to the mystery phone call to the news report to LITERALLY BEING CHASED and she still didn’t follow her gut - instead she tried to do what everyone else around her told her to do, which was relax because she was supposedly being paranoid. if she had pushed, if she had the nerve to walk away even, none of this would have happened. and she hates herself for that. 

she spent five years as an innocent victim with scary guilty criminals, and she grew a thick skin as a result. lost her innocence and her wide-eyed charm. 

not she’s skeptical, and even more reserved than before, and wary to strangers. she’s still compassionate and helpful, still feels for people and had an urge to help, but she doesn’t follow those urges as helplessly as she did before. she trusts her gut more.

carries around a knife too because, as said earlier, she’s some kinda magnet for killers and you can never be too safe!

I called her clever because my girl, when in life and death situations,is SO FUCKING SMART like she does not go out without a fight and it’s never full on “imma hit you with my fists” its “let me see what I have around me at my disposal” like she is smart and she is quick to grasp a new situation when her life is in peril, she out here wielding frying pans and canoe paddles and using two serials killers pushing her around in a net as momentum to grab a tree and climb out of her net like she’s so smart

when her life is not in peril, though, she be doing dumb shit like sleeping with her window open KNOWING serial killers take advantage of that shit and answering creepy pay phones in the middle of the night so, shes a naive bitch too

positive: compassionate, determined, honest, clever, resourceful, helpful, kind

negative: reserved, skeptical, resentful, paranoid, tense, touchy, withdrawn

SUBJECT TO CHANGE! as the season progresses.

CANON CONNECTIONS

i basically love brooke with all of the redwood gang tbh

montana? love it. angsty dark shit im game. xavier? love it. soft as fuuuck. richard? game, tell him to fuck off sis he don’t scare you no more. donna? bet, I need this badass duo in my life!!! chet? adorable babies, let them share more marshmallows together. ray? also cute, he may be a coward but he was soft with her so!, trevor? #letsmakebrookeblush2k19 bc that big dick interaction was funny and I wanted more moments of blushing virgin brooke becoming speechless around trevor (and montana, or the ultimate combo of trevor & montana) during a summer at redwood bUT THAT NEVER HAPPENED 

anyways

TRUMAN CONNECTIONS

once again, I’ll probs post smth separate for her connections!

and yeah! that’s everything on my new girl! if you’ve made it this far, you’re still the best my dudes!! if you’d like to do any kind of plotting with my girl, just go ahead and hit that like button, and I’ll slide in y’alls dms! ♥