#he gotta do better next time and the council can consider allowing him access to the tag again

[kostektyw]

"does it count as Major Character Death if it's Danny" no. it does not.

unless he's dying all the way, or at least turning into a full ghost, it is not MCD.

Major Character Death is a tag that means serious business, and Danny, frankly, is half-assing it :/

[yami-kada]

Mission 2

Recently I read a fanfic on AO3 called Interlude - Class 1-A by @itslivybear and was inspired a bit to write a fic based on that! Well really I got inspiration for a single line (you'll know it when you see it) and then had to write a whole thing to be able to share that one line, but oh well. This is my first time writing a chatfic or even any BNHA content at all, so I hope it doesn't suck! Thanks to @shadesofflame for being an awesome beta!

(Quick FYI in this AU M*neta and Bakugou are replaced with Shinsou and Monoma, sorry for any confusion. Also a name guide can be found at the bottom.)

RockSolid: Um, so.

RockSolid: Remember the missions during the Sports Festival?

PurpleGrape: Oh hell yeah.

PurpleGrape: Still cherish the look on that bastard's face.

Spoderman: jehxgjc Kiri I got it on video!!!

JazzHands: You've had video of the capture of the bounty this whole time and never showed us???

LSD: I thought we were friends Sero!

Spoderman: omg no not that I totally would have shared earlier if i did

Spoderman: im talking about That.

RockSolid: no Sero don't tell them!

RockSolid: it's embarrassing!

PikaCHU: Tell us, tell us!

NYOOM: Kaminari-kun! If Kirishima-kun wishes to keep his privacy, then it is our duty as his classmates to respect that!

Spoderman: ok but consider: he already gave them a major hint and they are about to POUNCE

BreadIsPain: As a witness as well, I must say that Kirishima was si attirant que j'ai failli m'évanouir~*

RockSolid: thanks, I think?

MOMo: To paraphrase Aoyama, he is essentially saying you were very manly, Kirishima!

RockSolid: aw thanks bro!! Don't believe you but thanks!

Spoderman: you take that lack of confidence back I have evidence right here that says you are super fucking manly!

LSD: ok please now we have to know so that we can show Kiri how great he is!!!

MOMo: I must admit that the commentary seen thus far has me rather curious as well.

RockSolid: You guys…

RockSolid: alright then, I'll tell you!

Spoderman: sweet ill pull it up!

RockSolid: bro don't you dare! my story, I get to tell it!

Spoderman: oh yeah of course bro!!

Spoderman: but if after you wanna show it then i am READY.

JazzHands: This is very sweet and all but I am very thirsty for this TEA.

RockSolid: on it!

Kirby: Kiri you've been typing for so long that I'm getting Izuku vibes here.

GreenGrape: Hey!

RockSolid: sorry! this is harder than I thought!

Spoderman: want me to start it off?

RockSolid: you know what, sure.

Spoderman: aight so,

Spoderman: Council, what qualifies as capturing the bounty?

GreenGrape: Guys no the bounty is over please no more bounty-hunting Kacchan.

MOMo: Your objection is noted and overruled, Izuku.

MOMo: For your question, Sero, I do not believe we ever set specific limitations on what qualified, but I was under the impression that it was limited to the Sports Festival. Why do you ask?

Spoderman: just double checking

Spoderman: because my bro here just totally shot both missions out of the park!!!

LSD: gaSP!!!

JazzHands: bOTH?!

RockSolid: no not both!! we have no confirmation for either, technically!

Kirby: Technically? What do you mean by that?

RockSolid: ahhhh ok so Sero and I were eating lunch in the courtyard because it was nice out, right?!

RockSolid: and we were chillin, being bros, birds were singing, all was good.

RockSolid: and then we heard a small explosion before the bounty walked in at the other end of the courtyard and started kicking at the wall.

PikaCHU: omg so angy.

RockSolid: and like fine, we can tune him out, just try to act like he's not there, you know?

RockSolid: But then he started yelling at random people in the courtyard, just acting pissed as hell.

PikaCHU: oMG so ANGY.

RockSolid: and that's just not manly at all, you know? going off on people like that just because you're in a bad mood.

GreenGrape: Yeah… that's Kacchan for you.

RockSolid: so he's making his way around the courtyard now, like everyone needs their daily dose of asshole for him to be happy, and the closer he got the more annoyed I got.

Spoderman: here it comes!

RockSolid: and eventually I get up, because I have had just about enough, and walk right up to him.

RockSolid: he doesn't see me coming, because he was too busy yelling at some girl, and I get right up behind him.

RockSolid: and then I just called out to get his attention, and spun him to face me while making sure I end up between him and the girl.

RockSolid: and well I told him off a little bit and got him to back off then left in a hurry.

RockSolid: and that's it!

Spoderman: oh no you don't

BreadIsPain: Oui! Monsieur Kirishima, you must tell the climax with just as much zest as the build-up!

Spoderman: what he said! no skipping out on the best part!

RockSolid: but!!!

Jacked: No buts, mister. We're all way too invested now for you to back down.

RockSolid: :(

RockSolid: fine! you win!

RockSolid: so uh when I got his attention, I also got my hand onto his shoulder, and used his surprise to knock his feet a bit off balance and pulled him back, but then I ended up with him in my arms and could tell he was about to start yelling so I just…

RockSolid: you know…

RockSolid: flirted?

LSD: oh my GoD this is great!!!

PikaCHU: Hell yeah Kiri! Go get yourself a manz!

RockSolid: I'm not getting a man! He's probably going to kill me the next time he sees me!

Spoderman: i dunno, it took him a good long while to reboot after what you said there

Spoderman: you might have a shot

PurpleGrape: Well if you're not going to get a man out of this, mind telling us what you said so I can bait him next time he tries to be an ass?

RockSolid: uhhh…

RockSolid: I'm nervous.

BreadIsPain: If you will allow me, I shall finish your tale off dazzlingly!

RockSolid: Thanks Aoyama.

BreadIsPain: Bien entendu!

BreadIsPain: While holding him in his arms tightly in a dip, faces inches apart, Monsieur Kirishima leaned impossibly closer to emphasize his point.

RockSolid: oh god I regret everything.

LSD: Hush, it's getting good!

BreadIsPain: With a growl to his voice and his eyes burning above a smirk, he said "You know, you're damn cute when you're angry, but you'd be downright sexy if you shut the fuck up." Then he straightened up to fling the lost soul to the side, and saunter off like the devil was guarding his back, leaving the bounty terribly confused in his wake.

PurpleGrape: Whoa.

PikaCHU: Holy shit?!

RockSolid: what is that description?!?!?!

JazzHands: Kiri that was PERFECT oh my god?!

LSD: It's ART is what it is!

Spoderman: don't forget how red the guy was! Kiri was cool as a cucumber but the other guy couldn't stop blushing after seeing his face!!!

MOMo pinned a message

RockSolid: Yaomomo!!!

MOMo: My apologies, Kirishima, but I felt it only right to ensure easy access to your most manly moment.

LSD: Yeah Kiri! Then one day we can all look back on this and celebrate how everything started!!

RockSolid: How what started???

LSD: E v e r y t h i n g

RockSolid: @Spoderman bro hide me I’m scared.

Spoderman: hey guys, wanna see a GREAT video?

Spoderman: the stars are our main man, Kiri, and the bounty!

PikaCHU: hell yeah!!!

Jacked: Lay it on me.

PurpleGrape: Sure.

JazzHands: Do you really have to ask????

RockSolid: but I already told you what happened!

RockSolid: why do you want to see me being so embarrassing?

PikaCHU: bro we all appreciate you so much of course we want to see you being manly!

LSD: Just from what you all said there is no way you don’t look great in that vid, Kiri!

PikaCHU: gotta give support where support is due!!

PurpleGrape: They’ll all bully Sero into showing them one way or another anyways, might as well give in now.

RockSolid: but...

BreadIsPain: Nous devons vous montrer à quel point vous brillez et dissiper ces pensées douteuses!**

MOMo: I could not have said it better myself, Aoyama!

RockSolid: I don’t even know what he said though?!?!?!?!?!?!

Spoderman: Kiri.

Spoderman: Bro.

Jacked: Well shoot he’s using proper grammar and everything.

Spoderman: Rude.

Spoderman: Anyways Bro.

RockSolid: yeah?

Spoderman: You are epic. This video shows you being epic. And putting an asshole in their place.

Spoderman: You have nothing to be ashamed of, and every reason to be proud. So please let me show the video so that everyone can appreciate you like you deserve bro.

RockSolid: bro…

Spoderman: Bro.

RockSolid: bro -

Spoderman: Bro?

RockSolid: bro!

Spoderman: aight everyone down to the common room its up on the big screen

Spoderman: i have popcorn too

Jacked: Not even gonna question that.

LSD: Finally!!!

JazzHands: Yuss!!!

BreadIsPain: Je vais regarder avec enthousiasme!***

MOMo: As will all of us I’m sure, Aoyama!

RockSolid: Thanks guys!

RockSolid: Now get down here and watch me maybe get a man!

Translations:

*so attractive that I almost swooned.

**We must show you how much you shine, and dispel those self-doubting thoughts!

***I shall excitedly watch!

Guide to names:

GreenGrape - Izuku

PurpleGrape - Hitoshi

CopyCat - Monoma Neito

MOMo - Yaoyorozu Momo

datBoi - Asui Tsuyu

JazzHands - Hagakure Toru

NYOOM - Iida Tenya

SnowWhite - Kouda Kouji

LifeIsPain - Tokoyami Fumikage

BreadIsPain - Aoyama Yuga

Kirby - Uraraka Ochaco

LSD - Ashido Mina

PikaCHU - Kaminari Denki

RockSolid - Kirishima Eijiro

RipHarambe - Ojiro Mashirao

IcyHot - Todoroki Shoto

MuffinMan - Sato Rikido

Octodad - Shouji Mezou

Jacked - Jirou Kyoka

Spoderman - Sero Hanta

[eveningstar1516]

Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 9

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so..., Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence. AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: I gotta Discord server guys! It's primarily Obey Me but other fandoms are welcome as well. It's kinda baby and dead so me and the other members are looking to revive it and we'd love for you to come join us. A roleplay area is included :) https://discord.gg/F3YEmDZCPS Please remember to read and accept the rules once you join for access to all the channels. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Previously: “Of course, what are big brothers for. Anyway, about my payment, maybe you can forget about the money I owe ya?” Groaning, Levi started walking faster, leaving Mammon and his whining behind as he made his way back to the safety of his room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

CHAPTER 9 - Not So Different After All (1754 words)

You were practicing your swordsmanship in the garden clearing when Michael approached you. You’ve been living with the council for 3 decades by now and was confidently running them like Lucifer used to. This left you little time for yourself and you cherished these moments to yourself. That doesn’t mean you don’t like teasing Michael from time to time.

“Good afternoon Y/N”

“Good afternoon to you too Mike. What’s up?”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” “Just be glad I don’t call you that at work. Anyway, how can I help you?”

“May I join you?”

“I don’t see why not, but on one condition. If I win, tell me why you despise Lucifer and why you refuse to call him by his new name. If you win, I’ll answer 2 questions with complete honesty, no restrictions on the type of question.”

Michael visibly stiffened at this. He contemplated this for a moment then agreed. He summoned his sword and stood opposite of me in a ready position. I matched his stance and parreyed off with him, signalling the start of our match. Michael started with a calculated quick strike to my neck. I brought my sword up to block his strike and tried to twist it from his grip but he pulled back and made a quick swing toward my left leg. I jumped up and switched to offence striking for his sword arm trying to land a hit. He saw this and backed away. This continued on for a few minutes. Michael attacking and me blocking and returning the favour. After a few more strikes, I saw an opening, he shifted his legs a little too wide. I dropped my weight and swept his feet out from under him. Before he realized, he hit the ground and I was standing above him, my right foot on his sword arm and my sword by his throat.

“Looks like I won.” I withdrew my sword and extended my arm to help him up. He grabbed my hand with a distasteful look on his face, ashamed at making such a mistake and losing to someone with less skill and combat experience than him.

“Where’d you learn to fight like that?”

Handing him a towel and some water I sat under a date tree and took a sip from my own bottle.

“Lucifer. I took an interest in it after seeing him practise one day and he took it upon himself to teach me, his excuse being that I should know how to protect myself if I insisted on taking up a blade. Enough of that, you lost, now can you tell me why you despise Lucifer so much?”

Michael took a seat next to me and leaned back against the trunk.

“You mean other than the fact that he went against Father, started a civil war, killed numerous angels, abandoned his duty, embraced the very sins that father forbade us from committing, birthed a demon of wrath, and willingly bowed down to the demon prince and still serves him to this day like a loyal lapdog all because he couldn’t take care of Lillith enough to keep her from trying to break one of our laws to save a human? No, no reason.”

“Wow, and I thought humans were the masters at holding grudges.” I took a swing of my water.

“Think about it, at the root of all that, Lucifer did it to protect his family, to protect his little sister. He may have embraced and embodied the sin of pride, but he pushed all of it away to save her. You don’t really think he serves Diavolo just because he asked him to? His pride would never allow it, and yet he does because by doing so, he can protect his family and the ones he loves. Isn’t that a virtue in Father's eyes, protecting loved ones no matter what you need to sacrifice?”

“Well yes, to an extent. You are supposed to do that, unless it means you defy him. If protecting your family results in you turning your back to him, he’d tell you to leave them behind.”

“Why do you keep calling Lucifer "Samael"?”

“That is the name Father gave him, that is the name I will call him. Samael was my brother and I don’t want to remember him for the destruction he caused but for the moments we shared as brothers. He was the pride of the heavens. Despite that, he embodied humility. He never took advantage of his authority. He always made sure the minority were heard. He worked himself to the point of exhaustion as Father's right hand. He never let the praise get to his head. Despite all that, he still embodied pride. He would never ask for help insisting that he could take care of things. He still took in his siblings and raised them, despite the burdens that were already placed on his shoulders. I used to look up to him and saw him as a role model. I accepted the fact that he is no longer an angel and is now a completely different being. In my mind, Lucifer and Samael are 2 separate creatures. I will remember him as Samael, my brother and best friend and Lucifer as the demon serving Lord Diavolo.”

“Would it make you feel better if I told you that they aren’t that different from each other? Samael may have taken all the burden and worked himself till he passed out from exhaustion, but Lucifer still does that. I can’t tell you the number of times I would enter his study just to find him clinging to consciousness trying to finish the never ending paperwork for both the Devildom and from his brother's antics. He does his best and works himself to the bone to make sure that his family has a roof over their heads, enough food to eat which I got to tell you is hard considering they are living with someone who embodies the sin of gluttony. He works himself to make sure that Diavolo doesn’t do the same and can focus on running his kingdom and school without having to worry too much about what goes on behind the scenes. Even with all those responsibilities he took, he still makes sure to be there and protect his family. He raised Satan as a first time father with no knowledge on demonic children. He always set aside some time each week, no matter how busy he is to spend some time with the rest of us. He may be harsh, but he isn’t heartless. He may look incapable of it, but he is very caring and compassionate towards the ones he holds close to him. He is still very much the Samael you knew, he just looks a little different.”

“Was your intention just to tell me these things so that I wouldn’t act distasteful to you or Samael?” “No, I just wanted you to see things from an outsider's perspective, nothing more.”

With that, I got up and left Michael in the garden to think about what I had said as I went to shower and finish up any outstanding work before dinner.

In the Devildom After they lost Y/N

After they lost Y/N, Asmo could barely function. Some days, he would lock himself in his room and not come out for days on end. When Beel would come and drop off some food, Asmo would always insist he just leave it outside the door. When Beel would come back to collect the plate, he found that only a small portion was eaten and that more than half of the food was left. They would never find out that it was because he was unintentionally starving himself and that he was dropping his self care routine. Other times he would leave for days on end and when he did eventually come home, he was either stoned or drunk out of his mind, but he always had a lingering scent of sex on him. It continued on like this for weeks before Satan found him. Asmo had just come back after being missing for a week and once again refused to leave his room. This time, Satan insisted on delivering his food. He needed to check on his little brother no matter how much Asmo didn’t want him to. When he got to the door he knocked and announced he was coming in. Without waiting for a reply, Satan broke the lock on the door and was greeted with an emotionally exhausted and physically wrecked Asmo laying face up on his bed. Tears streaming down his face. Satan closed the door and looked around the room noticing how everything was thrown around and the state of what used to be one of the most organized rooms in the house, now looking like a hot mess. Carefully, he cleared a spot on his dresser, making sure nothing got damaged in the process and set the tray down. Next he went to the washroom, equally messed up, and located a washcloth. He ran it under some warm water and went back to Asmo, carefully wiping away any tears and smudged make-up. Slowly, Asmo opened his eyes to look up at the soft expression on Satan’s face. He turned his head the other and screwed his eyes shut.

“Asmo, look at me.”

When he didn’t turn his head, Satan asked again, a little softer and put a comforting hand on his shoulder to ground him.

“Asmo, can you please look at me?”

Slowly, Asmo turned his head towards Satan and reluctantly opened his eyes. Satan gently lifted him up and pulled him into an embrace. Asmo couldn’t take it anymore and broke down on Satan’s shoulder. Satan rubbed soothing circles on Asmo’s back and stroked his tangled hair, grounding him. Eventually, when Asmo stopped crying, he pulled away from Satan with a sad smile on his face. Satan cupped his right cheek.

“It’s alright, we all miss them too. It’s ok to break down. When was the last time you took care of yourself?”

“I don’t know,” Asmo mumbled.

“That’s alright. Let’s get some food into your stomach first.”

Satan spent the rest of the night by his brother's side, cleaning his room and slowly, step by step, bringing back how his brother usually looked like. A glowing masterpiece, worthy of both envy and praise.

[intotheblackhq]

( Maxence Danet-Fauvel, 25, male ) Word around the quadrant is that (BOWIE RIESLING) is originally from (TYPHON), but has been on the Terminus for (SIX MONTHS). If you’re in a pinch, he is a talented (INVENTOR). Is that why he’s a (MECHANIC)? Anyway, everyone says he is (+PATIENT) and (+ADAPTIVE), but don’t get on his bad side because he’s (-DEVIOUS) and (-OVERCRITICAL).  Oh shoot, don’t look now! He has his (HEAVILY MODIFIED GAUSS GUN) out! (ooc: rory, 22, cst, they/them, n/a) 

WORLD BUILDING:

—-> Name: Typhon 

—-> Located On: Bowie was lucky enough to be born in Alpha Sector on Typhon. 

—-> Brief Description: Typhon is a moderately sized and largely uncomfortable planet. Its surface is dry and harsh and just about uninhabitable. As a result, those who live on the planet do so solely beneath the surface. Alpha Sector is the Capital city of sorts and is the original settlement, but as the population grew, more Sectors were birthed- Beta, Gamma, and so on, all connected via underground roads. The planet has become a technological hub of sorts, with a society that revolves around engineering, tirelessly birthing new technology and working to improve that which already exists. It’s not the most self- sufficient place in the galaxy, but they are certainly more than rich enough to trade for offworld supplies.

ROLE DEVELOPMENT: 

—-> Important History:

I like the idea that Typhon is a planet that has, in times past, remained neutral in political affairs outside those within their own infrastructure. Their goal in the past has strictly been to bring their people to the next level, so to speak: Improving technology and lives along with it. Androids, cybernetic enhancement, likely dabbling with or creating teleporters if this is a canon that allows for it, etc., etc. Though I feel they would have been a worthy foe if they’d ever taken part in a significant dispute, through the ages, they’ve tried damn hard to keep their hands clean. It’s easy to see how their neutrality could be troublesome, though, considering the current state of things… but at the end of the day, if push came to shove, they’d do whatever it took to keep everything they’ve built from being destroyed. 

The fact that Typhon tries to keep themselves free of becoming entangled in offworld affairs doesn’t mean they don’t have a political structure of their own. Each of Typhon’s Sectors (the smallest of which is still home to upwards of 8,000 inhabitants) has a Council and a Mayor. Alpha Sector is home to the planet’s Chancellor. The current Chancellor is Bowie’s mother. The previous Chancellor was Bowie’s father. 

Seven years ago there was an uprising. It was quelled, of course, but not without devastating loss incurred. Bowie’s father, the former Chancellor Riesling, was just one of many who did not make it out alive. During the aftermath, his mother- the current Chancellor Riesling- was elected. Ever since then, things have been quiet, or so it would seem. Who knows what hushed, rebellious plans might be traded amongst the planet’s citizens?

—-> Headcanons: 

In the heat of that uprising seven years ago, Bowie’s mother had him shipped offworld. It wasn’t an easy decision, nor was it one she took lightly, but this was not the same planet he’d been born on, not anymore. He’d always been bright, and though she knew he could have been a valuable asset to the planet- both intelligent and creative- his safety was more important to her than what he might have potentially had to contribute, and with the way the tide was turning on Typhon, she thought he’d be better off somewhere else. Luckily, Bowie had always been independent and good at improvising. He hasn’t lived a luxurious life these past few years, but his talent in repairing things (or creating them, if he can get his hands on the right materials) was enough to get by until he landed his job as a mechanic on board The Terminus. He’s good at problem solving, and he’s good in a pinch- he thinks fast and he moves fast and he’s not afraid to tackle big or scary problems head- on. He’d been raised having access to experiment with his home planet’s most sophisticated technology, after all- you’ve gotta have brains if you don’t wanna get blown to bits, right? 

Unfortunately, he’s not as great with people as he is with machinery. He doesn’t mean to be an ass, but he doesn’t waste time tiptoeing around… which is to say he’s unapologetically blunt and can be quite indelicate in conversation. Tact isn’t a talent of his, and he’s not very interested in dealing with heavy emotions, whether they belong to him or anyone else. He’s not very good at forming strong connections with people, relationships that extend beyond the surface, and he’s not a very good listener. If he’s just supposed to be empathizing, not trying to solve a problem or fix something, he’ll probably zone out. If you want someone to drink and play cards with, though, sure, he’d be down for that.

A common misconception is that being blunt means he’s, well, honest. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone, but he’s not necessarily interested in being an upstanding individual, either. If theft, shady business or a white lie here and there helps him get what he wants, he doesn’t see the harm in it. He’s not rebellious, exactly, because he’s not invested in breaking the rules any more than he is in following them. He’s very much someone who will step out of line if and when it suits him. Low- key, of course… no sense getting in trouble. He’s not incapable of subtlety, and if people happen to assume otherwise because of how he seems to navigate social situations with all the grace of a bull in a china shop, well… that’s just an added layer of protection for him, isn’t it?

—-> Key Relationships:

Favorite Test Subject: This person gets access to cool shit that other people don’t, Bowie gets help having his prototypes field tested. It’s mutually beneficial, right? Well, as long as the prototype doesn’t blow up in their face… These days, I’d think his personal projects mainly consist of weapons (lightsaber inspired shit, anyone?! no?) but depending on which character(s) take on this role, we can discuss what sort of technology they’re helping him test. It would have to be someone he’s got some level of trust for, because he wouldn’t take a chance on someone he was worried would sell out or steal his tech or someone he wasn’t confident would be responsible with it. Could easily overlap with “Keep your friends close…”

Keep your friends close…: Someone who has managed to (or manages to- I’m not opposed to writing out their friendship from the start) form up a close, uncomplicated bond with Bowie, despite his previously mentioned general lack of social skills. Could easily be called ‘ride or die’ or ‘best friends.’ I’m just a sucker for those close platonic bonds that stay rock solid despite whatever other chaos is going around, despite whatever tests it. I’d really like to see him get close to someone like that, even though he likes to tell himself it doesn’t matter one way or another whether he has friends or not.  

…And your frenemies closer: In contrast, someone that Bowie actively just can’t stand who loathes him in return. Someone who has his hackles raising enough to try and raise theirs in return. They got off on the wrong foot, and that easily could have been due to something Bowie said or did when they first met. Either way, petty insults thrown at each other, sarcastic barbs, I’m here for all of it. 

—-> Wanted Connections: N/A!

ADMINISTRATIVE: 

—-> How Did You Find Us: Through the tags here on tumblr! I think #new rp? Or maybe the sci fi rp tag? 

—-> Anything Else: Here’s a Pinterest board I started for him! I know you guys are very collaborative and you don’t seem to be restrictive as far as creativity goes, but if there’s anything at all you’d like to be adjusted please let me know! :)

About time you showed up, BOWIE RIESLING, we were just about to take off without you. Stow your gear and make sure you send in your account and finish off the checklist within the next 24 hours, or else we might have to dump you out the nearest airlock. MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL has now been claimed. Oh yeah, did I forget to say welcome aboard? 

[row-writes]

FE Echoes: My travel into Thabes (Spoilers)

I documented my progress into the Echoes post-game because a few friends were very interested in my reaction and thoughts, so here we go!

The fact that Fire Emblem Echoes turned out to have post-game content made this game in the series even more lovable to me, and a good friend of mine really wanted me to document the journey as I go, hence why I’m writing down my experience for the very first time. So without further ado, let’s head off into the oceans to Archanea and drop off this old lady. I just want to note how AWESOME I think it is that we’re heading to Archanea? In the past I often considered how cool it would be for the people of one continent to visit another, so the idea is very exciting to me especially because it’s one of my favorite FE continents. Combined with the ties to Archanea that some of the characters in Echoes have, I’m glad they decided to go for it. And I’m not even on shore yet, haha. Alright, so I’m a doofus and hardly made any screencaps of the first few battles on sea, but they were pretty straightforward to me. Except for the last one with the Blue Dragons, and the other terrors constantly pouring in as reinforcements. My attacking units were fine, but it was Genny and Tatiana that were often targeted by the reinforcements because there’s so little ‘safe’ spaces on this boat. You’re literally always surrounded in the first few turns.

So after restarting a couple of times, in which I also put the game down for a while to get a fresh view on it- I finally managed to get through. Though I have the help of Mila’s Turnwheel to thank the victory to. With the dragons and terrors now gone from our route, we finally reach the Archanean coast and arrive at the continent in a small village. There we drop off the old lady, who is the reason we’re here in the first place (though my responsibility for accepting, haha) We get our reward, and what do we do next? Well, after forging and upgrading some weapons, we don’t head back to Valentia- we go straight ahead into Archanean territory. Because there’s one last place we haven’t been yet, and that’s the Tabes Labyrinth. While I know something great awaits me there, it doesn’t ease down my excitement to explore just one bit. In fact, just entering the place and reading the content on the gravestone ahead of me multiplies it even more.

So Thabes originally housed an alchemist called Forneus? Praised for his intelligence, but eventually feared by all. Sounds like the classic ‘knowledge leads to power, power leads to corruption’. Fantastic. I spend another moment in the room just looking at my surroundings. The old dragon statues, which probably aren’t there just for decoration but perhaps hint at something? I sure hope so. I descend the stairs, eager for what is to come. The floor is straightforward. Not much to mention aside bandits, maybe some treasure here and there, but then I reach a room where we need to jump down in order to progress. I get brief Silent Hill 2 vibes before I decide to do so, landing in a room where I’m presented with another stone tablet. So there’s more than one? This continues on each new floor? Somehow this fills me with a sense of dread.

Alright. Sounds like he was utterly committed to his work. Which isn’t anything new, but upon remembering what the first tablet said, I don’t get good vibes in the slightest. With thirst for more of Forneus’s story, I progress on until I reach the next tablet. Wake the dead and controlling them as his army? Oh... that’s... not good.

I think we all know what happens when mankind tries to create a perfect creature. Don’t we? Holy shit, I now get a better imagination of the state many floors down below me.

Well... I’m not surprised. The guy’s absolutely obsessed and mad at this point in his research. Probably used them for his experiments, whatever that might contain for those poor messengers. Maybe he controlled the ‘dead’ messengers as his own soldiers to take out the ones the Council sent? Because I doubt a single Alchemist can take on a bunch of soldiers on his own.

I guess if dragging the Alchemist off doesn’t work, they decided to just keep him locked up forever? While I disagree that it’s the best decision, I understand why they did so. I mean, you gotta do something to keep an obvious madman, who has potential to create a disaster- in check, right?

Oh boy... dragons. Something is beyond here, I just know it.

Is that... the Fire Emblem? That dragon was sure doing me a favor by guarding it to try and keep me out. This confuses me, because it seems to be the one from the Archanea series. So imagine if it is, then... Forneus was locked up after the events of the two games? If not, they’d have to snatch the Emblem off this sealed door to use in their wars and allow Forneus to escape. Anyway, no time for speculation just yet, but... I don’t like the idea of taking the ‘seal’ off this door, because I’m sure shit’s gonna hit the fan as soon as I continue on. At this point, I retreat from the dungeon and get some extra training in for some of my units. Also because I didn’t want to get defeated and lose all of the progress I made so far. So after a while of recollecting myself, I went back in until I reached this door once more and take the Fire Emblem, which turns out to be called the Sage’s Shield- a shield that held something in Thabes at Bay. Oh boy.

A little further ahead, I find another tablet. So we’re only heading into the actual workshop of Forneus NOW? Heaven’s sake, what enemies could be awaiting for me there if everyone before that was considered to be just the base of the cake, so to say.

Descending down to the next floor, I realize soon enough that things have indeed changed. The halls are darker, a really eerie and disturbing yet beautiful tune is now playing. The enemies are different too, much tougher, and carry a lot of annoying poison. I try my best to maneuver around them without getting spotted, but I get ambushed really badly three times. Luckily I managed to make it out of the battles quite OK.

Are the Death Masks what the enemies were wearing on this floor? So the actual components of the masks are mere insects that awaken the dead when introduced to a dead body? So practically they are parasites, hosting themselves in a body and living through them. Very... interesting, but very disturbing to say the least.

UHHH. The last thing this mad genius needs is the blood of a divine dragon?? This relates to his pursuit of creating a singular perfect being, I assume?

OK, so I’m a bit confused. Because it doesn’t make sense that the Senate would grant Forneus what he needs for his experiments after going to such lengths to make to get rid of him in any way possible.

Is Forneus instead hinting at the messengers and soldiers the senators sent? Does he consider them the gifts he needed to ‘craft life anew’? Using their bodies to test the thanatophages on? Considering Forneus has lost it pretty badly, I can see this being a possibility? At this point I’m convinced that the first successful members of his ‘undead’ army were indeed the poor messengers and soldiers that never returned. Either way, he succeeded obtaining one of the two matters that consumed him- the undead soldiers. Not good, man. Now he’s halfway of what he wants, and now has the confidence of knowing that he indeed can pull this off, and that’s what a madman like him shouldn’t get.

Wait. WAIT. Did he give his blood to a thanatophage? I’m going to assume he also gave the thing the blood of the divine dragon that he obtained, or did he have an actual divine dragon locked up from which he tapped the blood? Because I don’t see the Senate donating either of those to Forneus, ever. Really, all I can do is speculate right now. I’ll have to discuss this with other friends after I complete post-game for sure.

Well, you did feed it your own blood, which is part of yourself. If it can get access to Forneus’s mind just via his blood, who is to say that he couldn’t obtain other parts of Forneus, such as his intelligence and madness? And the fact that this thing began to grow.... well, crap. The text is cut off, so is this where Forneus succumbs to either his own madness or the ‘thing’s’ influence, or did it even get control over him? I wouldn’t be surprised if Forneus turned himself into one of his undead soldiers either. Unfortunate that the text cuts off, because I’m going to assume this is the last tablet I’ll find judging by that...

Also, it’s QUIET HERE. The unnerving music is somehow already being missed. At this point my heart is racing, and I feel just like I felt when I first made my way through Mt. Silver in Pokemon Silver as a little girl, which is an amazing thrilling feeling I’ve ever hardly felt since then.

WELL. We all know who that symbol belongs to. This is where Grima originated?? Was Grima the matter  that consumed his mind that Forneus ended up creating? GRIMA IS MAN-MADE?? BY ALCHEMY AND BY ONE MAN??? WHAT.

Oh my God. There he is. I can only allow myself to quietly and slowly approach up the stairs, watching every movement of the beast with great and yet fearful intrigue. 

The beast roars an unearthly sound at me, summoning Dead masked summons on the field. But I have no eye for them, the only thing I can see is this dark beast and the very apparent Grimleal brand painted(?) on the floor? (I do doubt that was just paint, just saying)

The first thing I notice on the lower status screen is his title: The Creation. I guess in a sense, that’s all he was before anyone found him and worshiped him as a God. Yet, amusingly enough, the status ‘God’ is already present. This thing was created to be as powerful as a god by Forneus, what else could you possibly call a perfect singular being? But he was already a fell dragon, because he came from the inspiration of a great mastermind who fell as soon as he decided to pursue his insane and uncomprehending ideals. AND THE TRACK USED FOR THIS? It’s Forbidden Sanctuary from New Mystery of the Emblem. I don’t even need to look it up, it’s one of my favorite tracks from the game and I listen to it a LOT while I go for walks and while drawing. I used to go to church a lot back in the day, but the Pipe Organ has always been such an intriguing instrument there to me, hence why I love this track so much. The fight itself was as expected: lots of random summoned units after taking them out one by one. Baiting The Creation into battle made me notice another thing; He’s small, much smaller than we’ve seen him in... future visions, so to say. Now you can argue this is because it’s the battle model, but it makes sense with the lore we’ve been presented. The Creation obviously would continue to grow until it reached godly size. (And did the Creation always have such a bloated belly?)

After much trouble, I allow Kamui to finish the beast off with a lovely critical hit. I mean, he doesn’t like dragons, right? Especially necrodragons. Well, I figured: Kamui, feast your eyes on this beautiful beast.

Joking aside; after the battle there’s a quote; “The horror has passed. Yet still a foul air lingers, filling this place with a sense of dread...” Upon proceeding, I obtain a Rusted Ring. Immediately, I like to imagine this belonged to Forneus. Before me remains the almost glowingly red mark of the Grimleal on the floor. It, together with the quote after beating the creation makes it more than clear that the beast and Forneus’ intentions are not gone. Just into slumber, or waiting once more. I think we all know that.

Further ahead a new glowing mark presents itself; the familiar brand of the Exalt. While I understand the reference and the ties it represent, it confuses me. Why is it here? And I’ve yet to come up with anything to explain it’s presence. Standing on it, it teleports me out of the labyrinth, and away from the horrors and tainted creature I’ve witnessed there. Almost like nothing happened in the rest of the continent while we’ve been exploring down there. Almost unsettling so, because nobody does know of the beast’s existence except for the select group of people who confronted it. I’m sure the Senate expected horrible things to come from this madman, but if only they actually knew what was hiding down here, many and MANY floors underneath the desert sand. Probably growing in silence, growing stronger gradually. And the sheer power of this creature in the far future, judging by the events of Awakening. Or they were more than aware, and then the decision of locking Forneus up in his workplace might’ve not been just for the sake of the man, but rather for whatever the man would spawn in his tainted experiments. That said. Holy. Shit. THIS.... answers questions I’ve had involving Grima ever since Awakening. And holy crap, I did NOT expect this kind of lore to be behind him. To be created by one man and to grow into one of the most feared Dragons in Fire Emblem tales? That’s literally unheard of in FE lore, up until this point. My opinion? I loved the HECK out of this! Many people ask why they even included Grima’s backstory in a game that’s not revolving around the events of Awakening- but I LOVE that they did this, because you didn’t expect this at all? I love that they did postgame content like this to begin with, because I don’t think they did it before like this, ever??? And if you think about it, MORE things about the FE lore could be explained like this. I LOVED Echoes as it is, but I think with this... it might just have to be my favorite Fire Emblem game of all time. As much as PoR and RD will forever be personal favorites, I just have to acknowledge that Echoes is currently my absolute favorite FE game. What a FREAKING journey. Wow! Also, just a personal note that I found incredibly amusing and coincidental: Back in October 2016, I wanted to draw some FE Final dragon bosses for the Inktober challenge. Out of ALL the dragons I had to pick from, and picking a few was rather tough because I wanted to draw them all- I decided to go only with Duma, and Grima. ...Both Duma and Grima are in Echoes. A game I never knew I’d play as I was drawing these dragons, but while drawing Duma I so badly wished there’d be a remake of Gaiden, but realized it probably wasn’t ever going to happen. Yet, here we are. A friend of mine made a joke; “Row, you subconsciously predicted both final bosses of the game.” Not just that: as mentioned earlier, the track Forbidden Sanctuary is one of my all time favorite FE tracks, so I listen to it a lot. I also listened to it whilst drawing Grima back in October, because that’s when I just moved the entire OST to my mp3 and couldn’t wait to listen to it. That’s WHEN I realized how much I loved this track. Seriously though. What are the odds of that? It’s almost... weird. Fire Emblem is great.

[imagine-little-imagines]

The Maze Game 1/?

THE MAZE GAME: CHAPTER 1 OF ?

Author’s Note: Hello! So this is my first imagine/fiction on tumblr. This is based on The Maze Runner trilogy. I’ll admit, I haven’t read The Kill Order nor The Fever Code. I felt like there was finality with the original trilogy which actually inspired my prequel of sorts prior to these two additions. “The Maze Game” is a prequel to the series; it focuses on Y/N, an Immune researching with WICKED for a cure to the Flare. I don’t want to spoil what I have in mind for the story, but this will be OC-centric as well as an OC/Newt pairing. Constructive criticism is welcomed! If there is something you want to see, please send suggestions my way! Thank you and enjoy!

NO WARNINGS.

RATED: YOUNG ADULT

PAIRINGS: OC/NEWT

SYNOPSIS: You only wanted to pick up where your brother started—to create an elite team of Immunes to cure the world of the Flare. But what happens when your subject group proves less than savory? You tip the scales, of course! Little do you know, your minor adjustment will have major consequences! It’s you or it’s them—who will fall in the Maze Game?

Disclaimers: I do not own the GIFs. I do not own the Maze Runner nor its characters.

What’s worst? To drown or suffocate? In either case, you end up gasping for air and no sweet relief is to come. There’s this burning sensation and it tingles all over. It’s like fireworks—no—like fire ants, biting at every inch of flesh and oh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts like hell. And not a soul has a clue that here you are, ramrod stiff, on the verge of death while still somehow, very much alive.

They were going to take it all from you. You should’ve known this day would come. Minho placed his hand over yours and your fingers curled. No…You wouldn’t give up without a fight.

“We’ll eliminate the subject group,” Janson continued, “and start fresh. New subjects, thoroughly tested. I can assure you this time, we won’t be compromised.” He directed a pointed look in your direction, pouring the salt over your fresh wound.

“We’ll throw them straight into the field—no time wasted on training. We’ll be able to weed out the elite this way without diverting any efforts on the weak. We’ll have a true representation of their capabilities this way with little to no interference on our part.” He scanned the room for reactions from the others and sneered, evidently pleased at their agreeance of his proposal. “This is the best route for WICKED, Chancellor. We can’t take any more risks, not with so many lives at stake.”

You could feel it being pulled from your grasp. Everything you worked so hard to build, all the lives you meant to save but ultimately, led to a mass grave. You had to do something. You couldn’t let him win.

And it hit you.

And it brought you life, a voice, a final chance to rectify your mistake.

“The Glade…” The whisper slipped from your lips so softly, you were unsure if you spoke at all. “The Glade!” You ran closer to the projection of Chancellor Paige and held your hand up to take her attention away from Janson, the rat. “Chancellor, if you’ll let me explain, I think I have an alternative?

She raised her brow in skepticism—you had already failed her once—but nodded her consent to allow you to go on.

You motioned for one of the electronic workpads and projected a blueprint of the Glade for the others to see. “We can send them there,” you proposed.

Janson scoffed and nudged a colleague beside him. You did your best to ignore his derision. “Think about it,” you addressed the council. “The Glade was built to simulate the Old World, before the Scorch. Let’s see what the subjects are capable of in our replica of the New World—” You motioned to Janson. “—survival of the fittest. Little to no interaction on our part. They’ll have to exist on their own.”

“How exactly will we collect data from this study?”

You racked your brain for answers and snapped your fingers before pulling up a new projection. “The chips! We monitor them while the subjects are in the V.R. simulators—we’re able to test vitals and brain activity, the whole lot! We’ll do the same, keep the implants in while they’re in the Glade.”

“Do you really think simply surviving will provide us with the necessary data? We’re trying to eradicate the world of this virus, not see if we can simply live with it.”

You looked at Minho as if he’d have the answers. He looked as defeated as you felt. You couldn’t give up—this was your group and you wouldn’t let them down.

“Of course not,” you said quickly. “That’s only phase one.” Chancellor Paige seemed intrigued and nodded her head, allowing you to continue. You threw up the projection of the Glade again before sketching out your working draft. “This…” You motioned the addition to the Glade. “…is phase two.”

“We create a maze around the Glade—”

“And when they figure it out?”

“Each day, it’ll change!” You quickly reworked the draft, your brain working to keep up with your mouth. “It’ll be a code.” You animated the projection so the rest of the council could see what you envisioned. “We want them to figure it out but it won’t be an easy task. There are so many other factors to consider.”

“I’m still not convinced…”

Chancellor Paige twitched her brows, apparently sharing in your colleague’s sentiments. You could feel yourself losing her, losing your group, and worst of all, losing to Janson.

“Then listen to phase three,” Minho piped in, rising to stand beside you. “Sure, surviving against the elements in a simulated arena sounds easy. I get that; I agree.” You wished the wards were down; you needed to know what was going through his mind. But it was Minho, and you trusted him. So you nodded, urging him on. He took the workpad from you, taking away the projection of the Maze and replacing it with something more gruesome. His face was hard but he knew what had to be done; Chancellor Paige wanted a challenge and he surely delivered. “Meet the Griever.”

“The Scorch has horrors unimaginable and if we want a stronger simulation, one that mirrors the grit of the world, the subjects will need something to fear. The natural world has predators and so, the Glade will too.”

“It’ll be contained to the Maze,” you added, “at least, at first. Perhaps only at night?”

“At first,” Minho reiterated sternly. “They’ll slowly be introduced to the Grievers while exploring the Maze. Then, if they linger in the Maze for too long, they’ll be trapped with them until sunrise.”

He edited the draft of the Maze and projected it with his additions. “The Maze will have limited accessibility. The subjects will have to take note of that timespan. If they don’t, these walls—” He motioned to the four entrances to the Maze. “—will be shut until the next day. Chances of survival? Slim.” He sent a condescending scowl toward Janson. “Separate the ‘fit’ from the ‘unfit.’” He closed out the projection and nodded at you. It was time to seal the deal.

“If the subjects manage to maneuver through all three phases, they’ll be freed from the Maze. I assure you, Chancellor, the data from this experiment will be extensive. More so than what Sentry Janson is promising you, I can tell you that.”

“But can you promise me a cure?” Chancellor Paige pressed.

You bit your lip and shook your head. “You know I can’t. But I can promise you this: our alternative,” you motioned to Minho and yourself, “is more fitting than slaughtering more subjects needlessly. Don’t let Janson throw their bodies to the Scorch. They’re worth so much more than that…” You weighed her expression but she was rather passive. “And I know you believe that too, Chancellor Paige. I know you want a better world. We’ve gotta take the necessary steps to build that and it starts here.”

A heavy silence settled over the council. Minho set his palm against your shoulder and squeezed. You weren’t ready for condolences. The Chancellor couldn’t be so cruel.

She scanned the council as if awaiting their objections. Only Janson wore his vote with overt pride. She couldn’t read their minds; that was a talent left to her coveted Counselors. So she sighed and requested a vote.

“Those in favor of Sentry Janson?”

Wary hands took to the air. This time, you held your breath. You counted the votes and felt a sting in your eyes. How could you possibly win?

“And those in favor of Counselors Y/N and Minho?”

A divided room. Hushed murmurs.

And then, the Chancellor smiled.

She raised a sly hand; her alliance was set. “Congratulations, Counselors. Your project has been approved. Experiment: The Maze has been given the green light. I expect monthly progress reports. I expect success. Do not let me down.”

You choked on your small victory, fought back the tears of relief, and hugged Minho in gratitude.

“We did it,” he muttered.

You wanted to believe Minho more than anything. You believed the tighter you held onto him, the less things would likely slip through the cracks.

You had to right your wrong.

You had to hope for forgiveness.

There was so much at stake and yet...

It had only just begun.

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Classmates

Bill Gore, Class of 1965

Sheriff Gore Aims to Issue More Concealed Gun Permits in San Diego County

Sheriff Bill Gore recalls sitting at work this summer, listening to Carl DeMaio on his KOGO radio talk show.

Even though the former San Diego City Council member was an early endorser of Gore for sheriff in 2010, DeMaio “really blasted me” over permits to carry a concealed weapon, Gore told a Republican women’s club this week.

DeMaio in June spoke of threats he’d received in his 2012 run for mayor and was critical of what he considered Gore’s failure to allow unfettered access to so-called CCWs.

“I didn’t call him,” Gore said at a Tuesday luncheon at the La Mesa Brigantine restaurant. “I know better than to pick up the phone” and take on a talk-show host.

“But I was sitting at my desk saying (to myself): ‘Carl, Carl, you gotta apply for one if you’re going to get one.’ Carl has never applied for a CCW.”

Laughter greeted that remark at a regular meeting of the Navajo Canyon Republican Women Federated.

Tackling sensitive issues and parrying tough questions, the Republican sheriff of San Diego County — facing a Democratic challenger from his own agency in 2018 — defended his stands on concealed weapons, the “sanctuary state” law and other topics.

In late June, the U.S. Supreme Court refused to hear an appeal of federal appeals court and district court rulings. It thus upheld the San Diego County policy that requires “good cause” for the sheriff to issue a permit to carry a concealed weapon in public.

The so-called Peruta Case — for San Diegan Edward Peruta, denied a permit for failure to show he was in harm’s way — has become a Republican rallying cry.

The same day Gore spoke to the GOP women, San Diego County Gun Owners board member Joe Drammissi posted an essay on San Diego Rostra critical of Gore.

But Gore argued that he’s following California law — while trying to make it easier to obtain a CCW in San Diego County. He said 1,350 county residents have such permits now — four times the number of three-times-larger Los Angeles County.

“We’re really trying to broaden the categories and not be a stickler as far as waiting for an actual threat,” Gore said, noting the case of a female real-estate agent who once confronted him.

“She said: ‘Sheriff, I’ve had a gun my entire life. I know how to shoot it. I grew up with guns. In the nature of my business, I’m out … doing open houses, and I don’t know who’s going to walk through that door.”

Gore said he didn’t have a “comeback” for that. “And we shouldn’t have to have her get a threatening email from somebody (to prove she needs a CCW).”

He called that a “perfect category” for expanding the definition of “good cause.”

Gore said he talks to Michael Schwartz, executive director of the local gun owners group (who spoke on air to DeMaio that June day).

“He wants to take it to the other extreme of a self-defense good-cause requirement,” Gore said during a 45-minute appearance. “I said: ‘Michael, work with me. Let’s see if we can broaden it. It would satisfy a lot of your supporters. That’s what we’re trying to do right now.”

Further, Gore told the 70-member audience he tires of hearing people say they shouldn’t even apply for a CCW “because he won’t give you one.”

“So apply,” Gore implored. “If you [have] anything out there that you can articulate short of ‘I want one,’ apply.”

(One woman in the audience triggered laughter by saying: “We voted for Trump, and they’re chasing us!”)

Noting that Orange County loosened its CCW rules after a 9th U.S. Circuit panel initially ruled against San Diego County, Gore predicted that “when [permit] renewals come in, they’ll start going back to their old [and stricter] policy.”

On the state’s immigration enforcement policy, Gore had praise for California’s Democratic governor.

“We should thank God” that Gov. Jerry Brown is in Sacramento, Gore said, noting his three hours of talks with Brown a week before the sanctuary bill was approved.

Gore said his input helped lead to “significant changes” in Senate Bill 54, which allowed ICE — Immigration and Customs Enforcement — to have a presence in county jails.

“I could picture [Brown] sitting at his desk with his sleeves rolled up,” Gore told the GOP women (and several men). “One of the staffers would say something and he says: ‘You don’t understand what the sheriff is saying. He had it right.”

The ICE teams can’t have permanent space in jails, though, and Gore recalls asking Brown: “Governor, … do we have to move their desks every two weeks?”

Brown said: “Make it work,” and Gore replied: “We’ll make it work.”

Said the 70-year-old law enforcement veteran: “I think we got 80-85 percent of what we wanted. It’s not perfect. But it could have been so much worse.”

Gore said the original sanctuary bill said his department couldn’t even work with ICE in task forces — gang, narcotics and human smuggling, etc.

“We fought that,” he said. “It’s not included in the final bill. They said you couldn’t have ICE in your jails.. . That’s not the case (in bill).”

Gore said he didn’t abide arguments by “people on the far left” who think once you’re in this country, “it’s olly, olly, oxen free, free, free.”

On the other hand, he worried what might happen if policies espoused by the Trump administration were state law.

“I don’t want my deputies being immigration officers,” he said. “First of all, we don’t have the jurisdiction to do it.”

Second: “If you have 300,000 [undocumented] people in San Diego County that are afraid to report crimes, if they witness a crime, it makes all of us less safe.”

He said if his wife or secretary were attacked by somebody, “I would want one of these 300,000 people to step up and be a witness — and not be afraid of being deported by the Sheriff’s Department or the San Diego Police Department.”

On other topics:

•    With a third of his 6,000 inmates on psychotropic drugs and needing mental health care, he advised the women: “If you got any kids, grandkids out there, tell them to go to medical school and become a shrink.” •    Local crime is at 35-year lows, but he’s frustrated that local media don’t reflect that. “We always laugh about it — ‘If it bleeds, it leads.’ The first 20 minutes [of local TV news] generally is some horrendous crime in San Diego or somewhere around the country. Leads to the mentality that crime is everywhere, and it’s not.” •    Despite problems in other police agencies, “relations between the communities we serve [and the Sheriff’s Department] have never been better. But in the digital age we live in, and all the [contrary posts on] social media, it’s difficult to get that word out.” •    “Some of my 2,600 deputies are going to make [excessive force] mistakes,” he said, but with the Sheriff’s Department having 500,000 contacts with the public every year, “put it in perspective…. Don’t judge 900,000 cops (in America) or 8,000 cops in San Diego County by something done by one officer or deputy.”

And in a brief interview with Times of San Diego, Gore joined the call for Alabama’s Roy Moore to step down as the Republican candidate for U.S. Senate.

“From the interviews I’ve seen with the witnesses, his equivocating responses, I find the victims very compelling,” Gore said. “Plus I have a problem with his past record of being removed from the (Alabama) Supreme Court on two occasions.”

The 47-year law enforcement veteran also said he has not issued or received a request to debate his lone rival — sheriff’s Cmdr. Dave Myers — ahead of the June 2018 primary.

“It would be problematic” to debate his Democratic Party-endorsed employee, he said. “It’s like [fighting] with one armed tied behind my back because of all the laws … [limiting expression of] my opinion of why he shouldn’t be sheriff.”

Contacted via Facebook, Myers campaign manager Johnathan Parker said: “Tentatively, we’d like to issue a debate challenge in late February for an event that would (hypothetically) take place shortly before the first ballots go out by mail.”

Parker elaborated: “When I say ‘hypothetically,’ I say it because I know Gore’s never going to accept the challenge.”

And Myers issued a statement: “I’d be very interested to hear Gore’s explanation of why it’s ‘problematic.’ I think that’s an excuse and he knows it’s not in his best interest to debate.

“His administration can continue to circle the drain for the next 200 or so days without debating me,” he said. *Reposted article from the Times of SD by Ken Stone of November 17, 2017

[jamsofdeath0]

If y'all want an example of proper use of mcd on Danny: this fic

Improper use includes origin story fics. If it's literally IN THE THEME SONG it don't qualify as mcd my dudes.

"does it count as Major Character Death if it's Danny" no. it does not.

unless he's dying all the way, or at least turning into a full ghost, it is not MCD.

Major Character Death is a tag that means serious business, and Danny, frankly, is half-assing it :/