#i need to watch some mobster movies...

[surelysilly]

just take me to the beach 'cos my heart is cold enough 🧊🔥

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 (here)

[alphajocklover]

Man I'm just some scrawny skater and always have been. I always make fun of meatheads at the gym for being obsessed with size and power, but recently I watched the Hulk movie and I think I get it... The idea of becoming unstoppable and reigning supreme.

My friends have been worried about me since I've stopped hanging out with me and started hitting the gym but I wish I could just Hulk out without the whole 'Hulk speak' part. Something about letting my inner beast take over like the other dudes in the gym is tempting. Could you help me out?

The thing everyone forgets about the hulk is that, after decades of being in the comics, Bruce Banner is far more complicated than the movies would suggest. Sure, it started out like all the movies do, with Banner being transformed into the Hulk by some terrible accident, switching between forms whenever angered, but over the years and the dozens upon dozens of different storylines the Hulk has become so much more complicated. Over the years Bruce Banner has gained more than just one alternate personality. There’s himself, of course, ther nerdy genius. Then there’s the classic hulk, dumb angry and strong. But there have been many others over the years. Joe Fixit, the gray hulk with the mind and personality of a Vegas mobster, Doc Green/professor Hulk, a version of the hulk with both the brains and the brawn, and Green Scar, a cunning warrior who ruled an entire planet (for a short time). These are only a few of his many different forms and personalities. So, if you wanna be like the Hulk… it’s going to be more than just the nerd and the hunk.

Let’s start with the basics. That is to say, let’s start with you. The Skater. Your original personality, the one who makes fun of meathead jocks and doesn’t give a fuck about being strong. Or at least didn’t until recently. But after watching that movie… something’s changed inside of you. It awakened parts of yourself you didn’t even know were there. And I’m not speaking metaphorically. It seems that certain triggers now cause you to change into other forms, other people. At first they presented themselves as the sudden urge to workout and desire to be a jock, but now they don’t need to be just urges. They’ve developed into full on identities. When you’re not in a different form you’ll revert to your original self, the skinny skater you used to be… but that won’t be very often. Your other selves are way too greedy to give the pathetic little skater his fair share.

Next is your hulk. But for you it’d be more accurate to call him the Hunk. Beefy, muscular, dumb and sexy as hell. He’s everything you used to hate and everything you now long to be. An alpha male, a jock, a himbo, a stud. Your inner beast. He's the one who goes to the gym with your new bros, flirts with anything that moves, and flexes almost constantly. He isn’t brought forth by anger like the real hulk is though. You turn into the Hunk when horny. Makes sense. Just like how the Hulk is always angry, the Hunk is always horny. A complete and utter fuckboy stud, and until you get control over his wild libido, you’ll be turning into him almost constantly.

After that is your Joe Fixit. Let’s call him Joe. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it. Just like in the original comics Joe isn’t summoned by an emotion, but by the night. He’s drawn out by the thrill of the nightlife, by clubs and secret backrooms and grinding against each other in the dark while the beat pumps through you like a drug. He spends the first half of the night as a bouncer, using his beef, strength and sometimes even his charm to keep certain people out. The second half he spends flirting with chicks, dancing at the club, partying, drinking, and on a good night fucking his latest babe in the clubs VIP room. The best part is that he never has to deal with a hangover, and whichever you who wakes up in the morning is always well rested.

Your next form is the one who has it all. Your Doc Green, the one with the brains and the brawn. He actually is a med student who is trying to become a doctor, so let’s call him Doc. Charming, manly, and muscular, but also sensitive, kind and intelligent. His trigger is less clear, but you know he comes out when you need him. Whether its for a shift at work, to charm a girl or guy you actually like enough to date and not just fuck, he’s there. What he’s really good at though is making money. For a med student he’s shockingly loaded, probably because he set up a very successful onlyfans account for each of you. You, the regular you, watch his videos sometime. You always turn into the Hunk before the video ends.

Finally is the warrior. The green scar. You just call him Jock. Because that’s what he is. He comes out fairly rarely, only when you’re feeling very competitive, usually during sports events and bodybuilding contests. He’s tough, rough, and never backs down. He’s surprisingly intelligent, but uses most of this intelligence on strategy and tactics. He’s the perfect team leader, and is incredibly dominant on and off the field.

Between the Hunk, Joe, Doc, and Jock, there isn’t much time for you anymore. But this is what you wanted, want you fucking love being each of them. You finally released your inner beast. All four of them.

**hey there! Hope you guys liked the story. I know most people go a different direction when it comes to ‘hulking out’ but I thought maybe something a little different like this would be more interesting. I hope whoever requested the story enjoys it, and that you don’t mind me showing off my inner comic book geek**

[adonis-koo]

sweet nothing • 7

↳ Description: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself.

His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.

Pairing: Jungkook/reader, ???/reader

↳ Genre: slice of life AU, mafia!AU, pregnancy, there’s like…a little bit of a plot but not a lot, future smut? maybe? it's very domestic!

Word Count: 2k

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Note: IM ALIVEEE, barely, but my skin is clearing, my cortisol levels are lowering, nature is healing 🧘‍♀️ 🍃 I finally gave up and just decided that despite this story not being plot heavy, we’re still getting some plot anyways

“Are the meds not working?” You frowned, standing at the entryway of Jungkook’s bedroom, his laptop abandoned on the other side of the bed as if in defeat, he wasn’t asleep, just vacantly staring at the ceiling while laying down.

You felt an amused sense of pity for him, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him look so utterly miserable before.

“They are, just not fast enough.” He rasped out, not bothering to look at you as he sighed, closing his eyes, “I can't even focus on anything.”

You could feel your heart tug just the slightest for him, he really did look awful, “Well how about we watch a movie? It could take your mind off the pain.”

“I need to work.” He stressed the word as best he could despite his eyes still being shut.

“Okay well, as far as I can tell, you aren’t working.” You replied walking up to the bedside as he opened his eyes into an unappreciative glare.

You offered a somewhat apologetic smile, “C’mon it’ll make you feel better, you’ll have something to focus on.”

Grabbing the remote off his nightstand you left him little choice in the matter, he said nothing, eyes following you as you rounded the bed, huffing a little as you managed to get sat down next to him.

“Remind me why I put up with your antics?” Jungkook asked dryly.

You shrugged as you turned on the TV, “You tell me.”

Jungkook only stayed silent, even as you gave him a side glance, perhaps a little curious, after all, how could you not?

If he had an answer, he kept it to himself as you browsed through the streaming services before eventually settling on an action movie, the plot however was difficult to keep up with, Jungkook however funny enough seemed invested.

Half way through the movie you had given up, the sleepy lethargy you had been experiencing the last few days winning out as you began nodding off.

“Are you really sleeping through the climax?” Jungkook’s raspy voice made your eyes open.

“This was for you not me,” You complained, managing to grab the throw blanket that had been hanging off the end of his bed, curling up against the fuzzy material.

For a brief moment, a memory pulled a smile to your face, “Y’know….when I was little, Wonho used to make me soup- it was from a can but it was the thought that mattered, he’d always get me a fizzy soda from the corner store and we’d watch cartoons together. I remember falling asleep against him and then I’d wake up tucked in on the couch.”

Jungkook’s eyes stared at the TV but you could tell he was no longer focused on the movie, dare you say he seemed almost bothered by your words.

“What?”

He seemed to be debating something in his head, “You used to never go into detail…about your parents. Just that they weren’t around.”

You gave him a weak smile, you knew what he was asking. It rarely got brought up, but you did recall mentioning the few times he had tried to pry before, always shewing the question away with a ‘My parents were never around’.

You shrugged, “Would it be too simple to say that was the truth?”

Jungkook shifted a little to face you, “Was it that simple?”

There was no challenge in his tone, only a quiet raspy question, he was always good at hiding his intentions, shrouding it behind an unphased expression, but the more you had gotten to know Jungkook, the better you had become in the art of seeing the subtle shift in his gaze.

And right now he was nothing but curious, he always had been, but even moreso now.

Your hands had managed to hold the lower half of your stomach, otherwise you would’ve crossed them, eyes flickering away from him you gave a small shrug, “For me….”

You paused for a moment to gather your thoughts before you relented with a quiet sigh, “They were always off going to bars and clubs together, they were addicts. Wouldn’t come home for days at a time, and when they did they were never sober.” Your lips twisted into a frown, voice no louder then a whisper, “Then one day only my dad came home. Definitely not sober but he was crying, like hysterically sobbing, and he just collapsed in front of me and kept apologizing.”

“Grabbed me real tight around the shoulders and kept babbling incoherently, his mouth was all discolored and his skin was real clammy looking.” You rubbed your head, the memory leaving an icky feeling in your chest.

Jungkook looked pensive after a long moment of silence, it was as if he knew there was more, “And?”

“Apparently he overdosed on fentanyl on the living room floor,” You smiled bitterly, “In front of me…I don’t remember it though, can hardly recall the night anymore honestly. I was young, maybe eight or nine. Wonho was around thirteen at the time and he ended up intervening, he told me later that he found out my dad pimped out my mom to get enough money for the fentanyl, problem was that the dealer was apart of the Jang Hi mafia. I can’t even remember the last time I saw her before she disappeared, don’t know if she’s even alive anymore.”

“You never went to look?” Jungkook asked, a soft note could be detected in his voice.

You shook your head, “There was nothing to look for,” you couldn’t hide the sadness in your voice, your lips trembling a little, “She was never there to begin with…maybe that makes me a bad person, but I can’t imagine having a child and just…”

You couldn’t even think about it, your hands rubbing over the swollen skin of your stomach to try and calm your nerves.

“Out of all the people I’ve met- and trust me, I’ve met a lot,” Jungkook’s hand lifted, fixing your blanket back over your shoulder, “In comparison, you’re an angel.”

You stared at him for a long moment before you couldn’t help the smile that tugged on your lips, a smile of his own appearing, “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“No, I'm saying it because it’s the truth.” Jungkook replied, it was quiet for a moment, his gaze dropping, “You’ll make a great mother.”

“You think?”

“I know,” He had a confident look about him that was difficult to not believe, “How do you feel about the delivery coming up?”

“I still have another twelve weeks to go Jungkook,” You tried to push the anxious feeling from your chest, “But I am nervous, I mean, I’ve never had a child before, don’t really know what to expect, other then I’ve heard it’s excruciating, which I guess is a given…”

You squinted a little, the movie long forgotten playing in the background, “I was terrified when I first found out I was pregnant, and the morning sickness was awful. I could hardly hold anything down the first few days, I was so sensitive to smells, any kind of strong scent gave me a raging headache…”

Jungkook’s lips parted and you could almost see it, hear it, the question of who the father was. But his lips immediately shut once more, as if perhaps sensing you would be unlikely to answer.

“I thought about it…” You admitted quietly, “Getting an abortion, but…” You shook your head, “I don’t know, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Any other woman in my shoes surely would. And even now, I wonder if I made the right decision, if I had known Wonho was going to disappear like this…” You sighed, “I don’t know, I guess some silly part of me, thought that maybe, this was meant to take me to a new path in life, one where I’d work hard and I’d be able to separate myself from this life. Was that too naive to think?”

“I think anyone who values their life would want that,” Jungkook concluded easily, “Someone who isn’t meant to be in this lifestyle, who’s honest, and still has a shred of dignity left.”

It was quiet for a moment before he continued, “You were always too good for the underground. Shame you got dragged into it.”

You shrugged, “I don’t really think about it much anymore, I mean, it is what it is.” You chewed on your bottom lip, “Maybe it would be better if I didn’t keep the baby. I’m sure any couple unable would kill for the chance to adopt.”

You had never seen Jungkook straighten the way he did on this moment and you couldn’t help but somewhat regret your words, not your thought on it, but the fact that you had voiced it aloud.

It wasn’t the first time you had thought about it either, it was stupid of you to think having this baby would do anything other than pull you into the underground further.

“What makes you say that?” Jungkook’s gaze was like steel, it made you shy away a little, almost feeling the same way when you had first met.

You couldn’t keep eye contact with him even if you wanted too, “A lot of reasons,” you confessed, nothing more then a whisper, “The fact that I’m a single mom for starters? Or the fact that my brother is in serious debt and I’m being held here as a makeshift safe house? Let’s not even begin to talk about being able to properly provide for a child. I never had present parents and I don’t have anyone to ask for help.”

You felt tears of frustration fill your eyes.

Jungkook parted his lips, but quickly shut them once more, you could tell he was battling a plethora of questions, which maybe he didn’t deserve an answer too, but you could tell it was beginning to slowly eat at him.

Instead Jungkook’s lip twitched as if in irritation at whatever he was thinking about, eventually vocalizing his thought, “Is the dad really that much of a deadbeat?”

He didn’t say it but you could see it on the tip of his tongue, ‘I never thought you’d go that low’

You didn’t say anything for a long moment, carefully thinking about how to reply, it wasn’t that you were purposely withholding information, it just simply brought back uncomfortable memories.

“Far from a deadbeat. Furthest thing possible,” you shuddered, “It did cross my mind,” You mumbled, “Finding him. Them. But…” you trailed off before shaking your head, “What good would that do me? He might want the baby but he isn’t gonna want me.”

You only glanced down at your stomach, hand rubbing around the swollen skin as you felt a flutter trill across, the baby once again kicking.

It briefly made you smile, your worries put at ease.

A hand suddenly reached out, grabbing your chin along with your attention.

You nearly jumped at Jungkook being nearly nose to nose with you, his lips parted and his eyes had so

many things they wanted to say, “You can always ask me for help.”

You hated the way you felt all of the old feelings you had once upon a time suppressed into nothing more than a blur of self-gaslit delusions.

But it was never delusions, it was never just all in your head.

“Can I?” Your voice wavered.

Jungkook stared at you for a long minute, his eyes dropping briefly to your lips before he eventually, almost reluctantly looked away, only letting out a small laugh.

Perhaps a tone of bitterness if you really listened close, possibly regret?

“We’re gonna have to replay entire last quarter of the movie,” Jungkook complained with a rasp, sinking into the bed frame and suddenly you remembered how easy it was to pretend like there was never anything there.

You cleared your throat, before giving him a weak smile, “I’ll get the remote.”

The past was the past anyways, you’d just have to figure things out one day at a time, just like you always have.

[moonlit-imagines]

You’ve Got the Wrong Guy!

Roman Sionis/Victor Zsasz x adoptive!reader

warnings: blood/gore. u know. BOP movie icky stuff

a/n: silly little gif

prompt: @jokekinsjoke505: “Hey I need a new adoptive father's Roman and victor because I think this will be a good idea where either they kidnapped the wrong kid and it ended up with Roman and victor adopted the reader or that one day that the reader walks in while victor is peeling off a face and Roman are eating popcorn watching it happened but they just says ' I'm to tired for this shit' before walking out again and then acted like it never happened.”

“Who does this child belong to?” Asked Roman to his mercenary and dear friend, Victor. In front of him was Victor holding you, a small child, calm in demeanor despite being taken from the comfort of your own home and family.

“Maroni.” Victor replied without a single doubt. “That’s who you told me to grab and I grabbed the kid. Just like you asked. One cool kid if you ask me.” Victor continued, noticing Roman getting visibly upset. “I don’t get it, what’s the problem?”

“That!” Roman shouted, startling you enough to start struggling from Victor’s grasp. He gently set you down as Roman tore him a new one. “That’s the problem, you don’t even see your failure!” You stood behind the bleach-blonde man, trying to understand what was happening, you were just waiting for the ice cream you were promised, you were so hungry. “That’s not Maroni’s kid. I don’t even know who that is? Did you take some random child off the street?”

“I, uh, I don’t know. I could’ve sworn this is the kid.” Zsasz answered.

“I’m hungry.” You quietly mumbled, just loud enough for them to hear you.

“Yeah, I’ll get you something in just a second.” Zsasz assured you, patting your head gently as Roman kneeled down to your height. You flinched and backed up a step, remembering his blind anger from just moments before. “It’s alright, he’s a good guy.”

“Who are you, dear?” Roman asked you in such a kind manner that you completely forgot how scary he was.

“Y/N.” You simply stated.

“Where are your parents, y/n?” Roman questioned further.

“I don’t know…” You sighed. “I didn’t see them for a few days.” Roman looked up to Victor with worry in his eyes, and was surprised to see a smile on his face.

“Can we keep them?” Victor giggled a bit, even more when you grabbed his leg. “Please?”

“Y/N, would you want to stay with us instead of your parents?” Roman had asked you a very heavy question for a young child, but you had no idea what he would really be asking of you. Of course, you didn’t come from a happy life and this already seemed better. You just wanted a sense of belonging.

“Can I get ice cream?” You innocently requested of them.

“Of course, dear! What kind?”

“Uhhh…chocolate!”

“Victor, go get y/n some chocolate ice cream!” He commanded and Victor ran to fulfill your wish. “So, you’ll stay here?” He asked you once more.

“Yeah!” You exclaimed and hugged him around the neck. He felt his heart melt at your embrace and hugged you back, lifting you up to take you with him to the kitchen. “So, who are you?” You asked him.

“I’m Roman. And my partner over there is Victor.” He smiled to himself. In a matter of moments, he’d created a family. One he’d kill for.

Once you were given your bowl of ice cream, you were sold on this new life. Truth be told, you didn’t have the greatest parents. They were absent and neglectful, which was the exact reason Victor found you all alone. It was still unknown why he mistook you for the child of a notorious mobster. Roman had his suspicions that Victor had planned this, but he laid them aside knowing this was good for them. For you all.

The two of them scrambled to make you a room, promising to buy you anything you would ever want when tomorrow rolled around. You were thrilled to be taken in by these two strange men, forgiving both of them in your young, impressionable mind. Roman, for his anger, and Victor, for kidnapping and misleading you.

“Victor.” Roman lowly said after you were tucked in. “I do apologize for raising my voice at you.”

“It’s okay, I understand.” Victor looked down at the table, then felt a hand wrap around his.

“No, I shouldn’t have done it. Especially when you’ve improved our lives so much.” Roman sat beside him. “I don’t even care about that Maroni kid anymore. This is what I care about now. You and y/n.”

“You mean that?” Victor smiled and relaxed his tense body, worried that his mistake would be unforgivable. But Roman always forgave Victor, that was what made them so special. Now they had a new challenge to tackle together: fatherhood.

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Years after you’d been adopted by the pair of criminals with high status in the underworld, you’d grown quite accustomed to their behavior. It wasn’t unusual to find Roman frantic or angry, or a bit violent at times. But never toward you, he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you or raise his voice to you. You could do no wrong.

You could also find Victor coming home from a late night, covered in blood—be it his own from a mark or someone else’s from a job—and being very nonchalant about it. It was always, “y/n! I’m glad you’re up! Would you like some ice cream?” They never left the freezer understocked, even if ice cream wasn’t your favorite anymore.

But there was one “normal” you’d never really get used to, even if you were used to their brutality. Roman was a well-respected crime boss, and to keep that respect intact, he had to do some rather gruesome things.

Well, he didn’t have to. It was a personal choice for him, you could almost consider it a hobby at this point.

You’d been looking for your fathers for going on an hour now, needing some permission slip signed for school. You wandered all their possible routes hoping to catch them across one, asking around to any lackey you managed to catch. No one had an answer for you, so you continued on until you stumbled onto a horrible scene.

One father held a segment of his victim’s hanging skin from their face as they shrieked at the top of their lungs. The sound pierced your eardrums and you winced momentarily. Then you saw the other leaned back in his seat with a bag of popcorn in hand, yelling words of encouragement to Roman, as if he needed them.

“You guys are really something.” Your voice startled them both, so much that you nearly had a gun pulled on you.

“Y/N! You scared us, I’m sorry!” Victor jumped up and ran to give you a comforting hug. “I wouldn’t have shot you, I promise.” You patted him on the back.

“I believe you, Dad.” You mumbled into his shoulder. “Can you just sign this thing real quick? Make sure there isn’t any blood on your hands.” Victor pulled away and wiped his hands on his shirt.

“Of course, of course. Roman, are you almost done with that? We should take our dear y/n out for a nice dinner soon, they deserve it.” Victor explained as he grabbed the pen and paper from your hands.

“Sure, that sounds nice. I should be done in a few minutes. Don’t rush me.” Roman continued dragging the knife under his chained victim’s skin and you shook your head at the sight. By now, this didn’t even faze you, it was just another day in your life. Well, maybe the first few times you had nightmares, but you weren’t a little kid anymore. Now, you could care less what your fathers did for work. So long as they gave you the world and their love, life was good.

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[astral--horrorshow]

Around-The-Clock Shadows

Platonic Yandere ROTTMNT x Reader

Info: This will be a full-length fic including multiple ROTTMNT characters, the main storyline revolves around the Mad Dogs

Fic Summary: You sure are likeable, aren't you?

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Chapter 5: Shakedowns and Tranq-Downs

Characters: Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey

A/N: Sorry for being late! I had a very busy week, so I was very tired and didn't have much energy to write. I kept S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. with his new design, but his old voice, and a slight bias towards Donnie.

If you want to be added to a taglist, just say the word! If you want to draw fanart or make anything based off of this, I would be literally honored. Please don't be shy, I will love whatever you make! If you have any questions about the fic, feel free to ask!

TW: Kidnapping, drugging, mentions of roofies, non-serious hand injuries, toxic relationships, manipulation, condecension, you watch a movie with violence but nothing graphic

I do not condone any of the behaviors found or done in this fic. This story is purely for entertainment purposes. If you or someone you know is being treated like this, please contact the authorities.

Chapter Summary: You are not enjoying watching Lou Jitsu: Teriyaki Shakedown, but you don't really catch a lucky break when it has to be paused.

Word Count: 1926

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"Where's our free grub, noodle man?" One of the actors on the screen said, glaring at the pompadoured head that was turning to look at him sideways.

"Okay, ha, how 'bout some... hot soup?" Lou Jitsu said, grabbing the on-screen mobsters and tossing them in the aforementioned bowls of hot soup, making noodles and broth fly all around the shop.

You were distracted from the movie by something poking the edge of your mouth. You looked to to it with your eyes, and it was revealed to be a spoon with ice cream on it. At least, it used to be icey. Seven hours into the Lou Jitsu marathon the brothers had dragged you to watch when they found out you had only seen one of his many, many movies, and you were barley hanging on, but the ice cream had given much sooner, melting into sugary milk soup hours earlier.

Not that Mikey noticed, because he continued to mindlessly feed you spoonfuls. You didn't mind too much that it was melted, because you were going to need whatever form of sugar you could get to make it through the rest of Teriyaki Shakedown.

You opened your mouth, eating the soupy dessert while Leo tightened his arms around your shoulders. At the start of the marathon, Leo had snatched you and settled you down you on his lap while he sat criss-cross on the chair in the middle of the projector room. This earned him dirty looks from his brothers, but he didn't seem bothered at all. They had attempted to steal you from him a few times, but Leo was persistent. He wouldn't let go of you or entertain his brother's complaints, demands, or arguments.

After another thirty minutes of watching Lou Jitsu beat up bad guys, Donnie's phone buzzed. He almost lazily held it up to his face, but his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates upon seeing whatever text he had received. He immediately jumped up, grabbed the remote, and switched off the movie, earning complaints and shouts from his brothers, but secretly earned your gratitude. You weren't sure that you could take much more of Mr. Jitsu.

"What gives, Donnie?!" Leo snapped, pulling your back closer to his chest and leaning forwards, glaring at his purple-clad twin. Donnie held up a hand at his angry brothers, "Bad news, April texted, and she's going to be over in 5 minutes," he said this with a hint of panic in his usual voice, and his brothers immediately panicked and yelled and dashed around the projector room, tidying things up. "Who's April?" You asked from the chair, now sitting alone on it after Leo had dashed from it. The turtles stopped in their tracks and went quiet at your question for a moment, before Leo answered, "Nobody, hermanito!" He nervously laughed, and the brothers resumed their living-room clean up.

You watched them throw things back into place, so focused that you didn't notice Donnie sneaking up behind you, a syringe in the claws of one of his metal arms. He plunged it into your neck, which made wooziness overtake you. You fell off the chair because you couldn't hold yourself upright, but Donnie's metal arms caught you before you could faceplant on the floor. He held you up as he carried you away, all of your senses fading as whatever drug he had injected into you took hold.

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April O'Neil strolled into the projector room as she had done many times in the past to see three of the the Hamato brothers looking like somebody had yelled "Act natural!" five seconds before she had walked in. Leo was "reading" his favorite Jupiter Jim comic book in Splinter's chair, his eyes unblinking. Mikey and Raph were both hunched over at the table behind the chair, playing chess.

That was when April knew something was up. Those two played chess once and then swore to never touch it again. Raph couldn't remember all the rules and got super frustrated, and Mikey was of the opinion that the game was mind-numbingly boring. "What's up?" April asked, her hand on her hip and her eyes narrowing in suspicion. Mikey snapped his head in her direction, feigning casual surprise, "April! We-did-not-hear-you-come-in!" He said, his words and the way he said feeling scripted, like a laser tag or escape room employee. "Yuh-huh, yeah. What's goin' on? You never play chess!"

The three turtles were now all sweating, beads of it falling down their faces at a rapid pace. Raph held up a finger and opened his mouth, but no words came out.

A wave of relief washed over the brothers when Donnie walked back into the room, casual as ever. "Hello, April," He said, stopping to greet his friend. "Hi there, Donnie," She answered back, turning her attention to the semi-scientist, "Your brothers are acting real-" "Weird? Yeah, they do that a lot. Haven't you noticed by now?" April looked like she wanted to say something more, but kept her mouth shut. She would investigate this later.

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You opened your eyes, your vision blurry. Outlines in your view bounced around like a windows screensaver, the pounding in your head doing nothing to help your vision. You opened your mouth in a silent groan. You had only been trapped in the Lair, as the turtles called it, for a few days, but aside from when they knocked you out to bring you there, this hadn't been the first time Donnie had done this. He claimed he was a genius, so couldn't he make a tranquilizer that didn't make you feel like what adults described having a hangover was like?

You leaned your head back on the desk chair you were sitting on and waited for the headache to wain, and wondered if people were looking for you. Maybe, maybe not. The police probably weren't. People leigons more important than you were going missing, and other crimes were being committed, too. The NYC police force would spare a glance to a random missing teenager when Hell froze over, world peace was achieved, and no packs of gum had been stolen from any pharmacies.

Despite all of your thinking, your headache became manageable in the time of your reflection. You cautiously stood up from the chair and walked a few steps, and when your brain failed to feel like it had a bullet in it, you began to trek around in the unfamiliar part of the lair.

It appeared to be some sort of laboratory, which along with the purple theme, immediately informed you it was Donnie's turf. It was dark, the only source of light being an indigo beam from high up on the ceiling, which you didn't bother to walk to the fancy table in the middle of the room to look up at. You wandered behind the desk you had woken up at, eyes adjusting to the near-darkness, when you had tripped over something large and heavy. Your hands had shot out in front of you to stop you from face-planting onto the tile.

As soon as pain burst across your palms, a door to your far right that you didn't know was there opened, the light from that crept through the doorway and between whoever had opened the door shining in your eyes and practically blinding you.

"What happened?!" The voice, which revealed itself to be Donnie's, sounded shocked with a hint of annoyance seeping in, "You weren't supposed to get up!" He switched on the lights, blinding you further, and rushed over to you. His metal robot arms scooped you up from under your armpits, like how one might hold a cat, and plopped you down on the table in the center of the room.

He turned your hands over to inspect your palms for any visible injuries with a furrowed brow. When he concluded that your palms were only reddened, he relaxed the slightest bit. “I have to get bandages for your hands. Stay here.” He walked off and through another door that presumably led to another part of the lab. You watched his battleshell disappear around the corner, lowering your head and sulking.

“Greetings.”

Your head snapped up to find a purple, aviatic robot flying about a foot from your head. You gasped as your eyes widened, staring in surprise and curiosity. “My apologies, it was not my intention to frighten you. I merely desire to introduce myself. I am S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., I was created by your brother, Donatello, as an assistant to him and your other brothers, and your father, as well.” You didn’t bother to tell S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. that they weren’t your brothers, and that their father wasn’t yours. You had already tried it with the turtles, and they would either shut you down completely or act like you didn’t say anything at all.

“Oh, okay. Donnie made you?”

“Yes, that is correct. He is quite the genius.”

“Okay.”

“Ah, I see you’ve acquainted yourself with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. in my absence.”

You and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. both glanced over to see Donatello in the doorway, first-aid kit in hand. He strolled over to the two of you, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. moving to the side so Donnie could patch you up. He set the first-aid kit down on the messy table beside you, opening it and pulling out a balm of some kind and a single glove made out of plastic, akin to one a doctor would wear. Donnie pulled it on his hand, the other two fingers left dangling as there was no use for them. He dipped two of his fingers in the balm, using his other hand to hold one of your palms up at time as he spread the balm over them. You had to admit, it was soothing.

"Donnie?"

"Hm?" He didn't look up at your face, busying himself with wrapping your palms with bandages.

"Why do you have to use that roofie thing every time you wanna take me somewhere? You could just ask me."

He let out a sigh of annoyance, "It is not a 'roofie'. Roofie's are used by degenerates with malicious intentions. I merely subdue you because you are adjusting to life here and you cannot handle overwhelming visual stimuli that will come with seeing too much of the lair at the moment." He said, as if every Lou Jitsu movie wasn't "overwhelming visual stimuli".

You hung your head again, pouting at his dissmissive answer. He noticed this and furrowed his brow again, lifting your chin with a single finger to make you look at him, "I am doing this for your own benefit. I'm only doing what's best for you." You nodded to get him to stop talking, feeling a ramble was coming on. Normally, you didn't mind rambling in the slightest, but his opinions on your competence in taking care of yourself often left you with hurt feelings and tears in your eyes.

Donnie's phone buzzed, and he opened it to find much more pleasent news for him. "April has gone home. It's time to finish Teriyaki Shakedown, don't you think?" He said, it obviously not being a question despite it's phrasing. "Don't worry, I won't let Leo hog you again." You merely nodded. Maybe after the movie, you would finally get to go to sleep or eat some real food.

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A/N: Be careful, April!

Taglist <3: @yanteetle @yandere-toons @averagerottmntsimp @whyiseveryonesodamnfinetho @writelikenobody @takottai

[klbwriting]

Not Romeo, Not Juliet

Chapter 5: Dear Friend

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: violence, blood, stitches

Summary: Jason tries to take on more guys than he can handle and ends up bloody at YN's work

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. -Sonnet 30

Turns out five mobsters with pipes, was too many to beat up, even when you were once Robin. Jason hadn't gotten beat like this since he died and he was lucky they thought he was dead or he may have been back in the ground again, and he was pretty sure Dick wasn't going to pull him after these antics. He was supposed to be at home this Friday night while Dick attended some policeman's gala with Barbara, but no. Jason had decided to head to Crime Alley, see if he could help anyone. He didn't want to protect all of Gotham this time around, he wasn't fooled by Bruce's lofty promises of making a difference in this city, but he wanted to help this little piece of it, a piece that even Batman seemed to have forgotten. That was how he found himself facing down five of Sal Maroni's biggest minions.

They had been finishing taking protection money from a bodega down the street from his old apartment, leaving the shop with the bag full of money like they were in a 1950's mob movie when Jason had dropped in front of them, masked up and ready to fight. He got several good shots in on the large men, taking two of them down with broken femurs, but then one got behind him and walloped him in the shoulder blades with the pipe, then another got him in the face, cracking the mask and lacerating his cheek pretty bad. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth as the third one still standing cracked the back of his head, taking him down to the ground. He wanted to get up, but flashbacks of getting up and then being beaten back down with a crowbar came to mind and he felt a panic attack coming on. The mobsters apparently thought it was the breathing of a dying man and took their injured buddies and ran. Jason lay on the street, hyperventilating, trying to bring himself out of his panicked stupor, for almost an hour. He stood, discarding the broken mask in a random dumpster before limping off, trying to figure out a place to go.

Turns out he would be found before he could think of someplace. He didn't even realize he was walking past Big Belly Burger until the door opened and he heard the most angelic sound in the history of the earth.

"Jason?" YN said from the doorway of the dimmed restaurant. He turned, looking at her with glassy eyes. He saw her eyes get wide and her mouth fell open in shock at what was probably a horrifying appearance. He knew his cheek was still leaking blood, probably needed stitches, and his head was killing him. Despite him looking like the last person you would want to invite into a place that served food YN came over, grabbing him under the arm and helping him inside. Once she had him seat at one of the tables she locked the doors again, and lowered the blinds for good measure. "Wait here, we have first aid supplies in the back." He watched her hurry off and managed to get half his mouth up in a pained smile. She was helping him again, God she was so nice.

"Thank you..." he managed out when she got back with a full tackle box of medical supplies. The voice sounded watery and the terrified look on her face tol him his mouth was probably leaking blood. She took a breath and got out some disinfectant and a needle and thread.

"Don't talk, I'm going to need to stitch your cheek, but honestly I have no idea how so this is going to be a huge botch and it will scar, is that ok with you?" she asked. Jason didn't see how he had any other choice, and honestly, he kind of missed having some scars. He nodded. "Do you need something to bite down on or anything?" He chuckled and winced. She wasn't taking a limb, but he appreciated her concerned none the less.

"Just do it," he said softly. She gave him a look that said 'I told you to shut up', before starting to sew him back together. It took a long time and he spent it watching her face. Her eyes concentrated, she was taking deep breaths in between humming various songs that he couldn't identify. He could see the storm behind the calm in her eyes, she was hanging on by a thread at the moment, hoping she wasn't fucking his face up for life. When she finally finished she put the extra thread and the needle down on the table and Jason saw tears start streaming from her eyes as she looked at her bloodied hands.

"I should get you cleaned up..." she said softly, ignoring the torrent running down her face as she helped him stand and walk to the small bathroom. She found some paper towels, wetting them and gently wiping at the blood drying on his face, making sure not to tear the fresh stitches. Then she looked at her hands, and his. Jason saw her hands shaking, all the worry and fear that came with someone showing up at your door bloody crashing down on her. He gently took her hands and washed them for her, getting every smear of blood off of them before he washed his own. He looked in the mirror then, finally seeing how bad the cut was. It was from the middle of his cheek all the way past the top of his ear, almost to the back of his head. He caught sight of YN behind him, looking at him in the mirror. He turned, not sure how else to express his thanks, so he hugged her, making sure his new wound was away from her face. She hugged him back, clinging to him.

"I'm sorry I scared you," he whispered, being very careful move his mouth only a little. She nodded into his chest. "Do you happen to have pain pills in that med kit?"

"Ya, come on, I should probably watch you for a couple hours too, make sure you don't fall asleep with that concussion," she said softly. Jason shook his head. "What isn't that what you're supposed to do?"

"No, if someone gets a concussion they can sleep, you just need to wake them up every so often, make sure they can answer questions," he said. She nodded as they sat down in a booth, him leaning his head against a pillar as she got him some pills and water. He took them, hoping the pain would ease soon, it was pounding in his head and face.

"Alright, so let me ask some questions then," she said, eyeing him suspiciously. He nodded, fair enough she would want to know why he had shown up bloody as fuck at her work when he lived all the way across the river. "What is your full name?"

"Jason Peter Todd," he answered easily. She nodded.

"Whens your birthday?"

"August 16th," he answered, then made a face. Was that still his birthday? Technically he had been pulled out of the pit, alive on June 12th, so what August still it? She made a face at him.

"Should we got to a hospital? Did you forget your birthday?" she asked. He shook his head.

"No, no, just realized that this year no one actually said happy birthday to me, wondering if it still counts," he said. Dick had forgotten until a week later. Jason did have to say, at least Alfred always had a cake for him to eat for breakfast on his birthday, he missed those cakes. He must have looked sad because he felt a hand on his.

"Why are you in Crime Alley again?" she asked. He sighed, she really just did not believe that he had lived here.

"For the third time, I lived here until I was 10, then I was adopted by a rich guy who had a penchant for charity cases," he explained. She asked what happened to his parents and he sighed. "My dad disappeared, could be dead for all I know, and probably is. He owed a lot of people money. And my mom was an addict, she OD'd and then I was on the street for a bit before my adoptive father found me."

"Do you live in Bludhaven with him?" she asked. He shook his head.

"No, we had a falling out last year, so I moved in with my older brother, his other adopted son," he said. She frowned. "What?"

"Are you Bruce Wayne's kid?" she asked. He sighed and nodded. "I can understand you falling out with him. He came to Gotham Academy once for a fundraiser thing and he was so rude, flashing cash everywhere, making a big scene and getting trashed. You are probably better off with your brother." Jason chuckled. Bruce had probably needed a cover story that night to explain where he was while Batman was out doing something. Dick had probably been in the suit that night. "Ok, so you grew up here, prove it, tell me something about Crime Alley only we locals know." Jason wracked his brain and then pulled out a memory he thought he had long wiped clean from his mind.

"The playground," he said. Her eyebrows rose at this statement. "The playground in the basement of the old mattress store. No one know who decided to put a playground down there, but I used to go there all the time as a kid when my mom was zoned out and my dad was off gambling. We all kept it secret from outsiders so that the cops wouldn't come and tear it down." She nodded.

"Ok, maybe you did grow up here," she said. "Where was that?" He wanted to say 'in your building' but she didn't know he had followed her home like an absolute creep that night so he told her where the address was, pretending to be surprised when she told him she lived there now. "So how did you end up with the bloody face?"

"I am trying to help out, I saw some of Sal Maroni's guys terrorizing a bodega, thought I could take'em, make'em give the money back to the owner," he said. She froze for just a moment and he thought maybe she knew the antics of those gangsters. "I just want this place to be safer for you." He didn't realize that was truly what was at the heart of this whole thing. Ever since he met her he had wanted to protect her, make sure she was safe no matter where she was.

"Jason, don't go getting yourself killed just to try and protect me," she whispered. He looked at her. He would die a thousand times to protect her. He gently took her hand and squeezed it. "Here, I really need to clean up this place and get home, give me your number, let's meet at the playground, run some lines or something, I'm sure you need help being a tortured Prince." Jason chuckled, she was wrong about that, he had no trouble being insane and seeing ghosts, was kind of his MO at this point, but they exchanged numbers and he helped her clean up the place, disinfecting everything before he went back home.

Dick had been pissed but Jason had lied and said the cut was from a fight at school, some jocks jumping him on his way home. He said he did the stitching himself, even though his stitches would have been perfect, he still got away with it saying he couldn't really remember how to do it right after the pit. Turns out being dead for awhile is a great excuse. Dick didn't quite believe him but just sent him to bed. When he got up to the loft and checked his phone there was already a text from YN.

Playground, Sunday, 8pm, I want to check your stitches, bring Hamlet and a skull

[mitochondriaandbunnies]

Miami Vice S1E23: Lombard

Sonny and Rico must guard a mobster before his court testimony.

We've made it to the S1 finale (although I will reiterate that this should've been the second to last episode and Evan should've been the finale)

I like this episode; I like Dennis Farina; I like Sonny's difficulty with how much he likes Dennis Farina; I like that this episode forces Sonny to think about the humanity of the people he's working "against"

Much like how I'm not a huge fan of the Other Val Episodes after S1, I do not particularly think there ought to have been a sequel episode to Lombard... but Michael Mann loves Dennis Farina a lot, so like, what're you gonna do

Lombard opens with Al Lombard talking with his son Sal Lombard; I could not be more tickled by the fact that for some reason Lombard Sr. is clearly an American-Italian from Chicago and Lombard Jr. appears to be a Hispanic New Yorker. Where did your son pick up his accent, Dennis

Tubbs arrests one of Lombard's goons; I swear the goon is one of the Boat Bears from Made for Each Other

When Lombard gets supinaed (the inciting incident of the episode), Sonny watches him (long before the camera focuses on Sonny) with what reads as intense, almost awed boyishness, like a kid watching their favorite athlete to copy their moves. It's weird, because at this point Sonny believes Lombard ordered the hit on Barbara Crawford (Sonny's old flame from One Eyed Jack) and verbally expounds upon how much he hates him. Nonetheless, from the beginning you get this odd sense that as much as Sonny hates him, he's also deeply fascinated by him

John Santucci returns, playing a different character than Corrupt CIA Agent Dale Menton. He's Lombard's duplicitous assistant here, also making this episode a pre-reunion for Crime Story

Castillo explains to Sonny and Rico that Lombard will end up getting killed if he testifies; Sonny says he hopes that's exactly what happens. He does not sound convincing-- you get the sense that he thinks that's how he ought to feel, but can't quite manage to internalize those feelings having now witnessed even a modicum of humanization of Lombard

I am completely obsessed with the decor in the malt shop Santucci meets his contact in. Why is there a giant cement cake in the middle of the dining room. Why doesn't EVERY restaurant have one.

Switek is apparently eating hot dogs to... lower his cholesterol?

In Lombard's hospital room, Tubbs sniffs a single rose while Crockett berates Lombard; he appears to steal it on the way out

On a related note, Lombard is constantly framed by flowers

While doing surveillance, Sonny suggests Lombard is on the way to the movies and Rico, in what I can only describe as The World's Worst Australian accent, says, "Crockett, never bring more than one suit case to the theater." Sonny responds "Oh really?" in the same accent, because they are a) in love and b) the dumbest idiots on earth

Thus follows a gorgeously moody low-speed chase (so low speed they politely go through a toll booth) set to U2's Wire. The lyrics speak to guilt and innocence and cold fire in a cold man's eyes, seemingly focused on Lombard's criminality. The full song, however, is about suicide by drug overdose. It's a desperate track, ending on the ambiguous lines:

I give you hope Here's the rope Here's the rope Now swing away

Are Sonny and Rico providing Lombard with a little bit of hope, or are they simply setting him up to die? Are the writers equating a life of crime with the self-destructive seduction and allure of an addiction to hard drugs? Are we supposed to hear the pain and need throughout the song as Lombard's, or Sonny's? Or both?

Lombard realizes that Charlie (Santucci) set him up; Sonny (in defense of himself and Lombard) shoots Charlie during the fallout. He apologies, saying he was "just doing his job." Much like the rest of his defensiveness surrounding Lombard, this feels very misaimed-- he was quite literally doing his job.

Lombard, at the safehouse, joking: Well, it's not the Grand bay. / Sonny, still pissed about everything forever: WOULD YOU PREFER THE YMCA

Rico gets sent out for pasta ingredients and Sonny sulks; immediately after dinner Sonny seems to have forgotten he's supposed to hate Lombard. The post-dinner scene reminds me immensely of the scar-comparison/U.S.S Indianapolis scene from Jaws-- three men around a table, making revealing small talk in the still danger of the night, two of whom are positioned as uncomfortable parallels (Sonny/Lombard and Hooper/Quint) and a third something of an outsider (Rico and Brody). Sonny has at this point warmed up to Lombard even though he knows he should hate him, the same way Hooper warms up to Quint even though Quint has been a menace to him up to this point. Sonny and Lombard talk fatherhood, and you get the distinct sense that the issues of being a Vice cop with a child and the issues of being a criminal mogul with a child are more or less the same.

Rico appears not to gamble, which is interesting to me-- we only even get implication and subtext on the topic, but he's really not much into vices. He doesn't smoke, is a vegetarian, doesn't seem to gamble, and drinks progressively less as the series goes on. He's never positioned as particularly moral for this, nor as a stick in the mud. He's just slightly outside the world so many of the other characters are a bit too deep in-- vice doesn't stick to him like it does to others.

Near the end of the episode, Lombard states the theme of the show out loud to Sonny-- you and I aren't that different. Sonny responds with: "Wroooong. I don't murder people."

Which uh

You are a TV cop, Sonny, you actually do do that

And uh, later in the series you. Uh. Well.

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, I guess.

I think what works really well about this episode is that tension. This is the 3rd "Sonny is faced with a parallel that hints at a likely tragic future for him" episode, but unlike with Arthur Lawson and Evan, Lombard doesn't appear to be torn apart by the gulf between his job and his convictions. While the implication is that Lombard may die after the episode ends, Sonny doesn't know that-- his final moment with Lombard ends with a smile and a joke. Sonny sees his own convictions-- loyalty, love of family, living by one's own terns-- mirrored in Lombard, a career criminal, and it doesn't destroy him. He's very much like Sonny in many ways, but he's able to live with his own cognitive dissonance in a way Sonny, Artie, and Evan cannot, perhaps because he is simply able to admit that what he is doing is wrong. Sonny isn't there yet-- he has to be able to believe that what he's doing as a cop is right partially because he doesn't believe he's capable of doing good in any other way, but partially because it's painful. There's a penance aspect to Sonny's career in vice, and from his perspective, Lombard doesn't have to pay it. And despite all this, Sonny likes him-- Lombard shows him another possible vision of the future-- and he just doesn't know how to feel about it. It's still not quite as powerful a season ending as Evan, but Farina and Johnson sell it.

[fakesurprise]

There Are No Angels Here

I remember the first time. There are things, if you don’t pay attention. If you don’t know where you go, watch where you’re looking. Lines of salt have power over a few, but not enough. There are places where shadows are but the world isn’t. Thin places, I’ve heard them called but there is nothing thin about them. I knew a kid who wanted to master them. Stole some book that only looked like a book. Made me feel wrong to be near it, and then him as well.

Don’t know what it did. But it was weeks before we stopped hearing his screams on the wind.

Me? I’m smart enough to know about weird shit and not be part of it. You don’t haveta poke a fork into every light switch you see. But some do. Things happen. Something changes. Shifts. Moves. Most people have a feel for it, even if they don’t think they do. Places we avoid. People we eye warily without knowing why. All of that makes sense.

The first time I saw. Well. There was this – I don’t know what words for it. I’ve never been good at words. Tommy said it looked like worms had opened a door to Hell and were building cathedrals from cinnamon and rust, but Tommy always was saying weird shit like that. It was wrong and dangerous and we knew we were too far away to be safe. All we knew about such things was how to run from them.

And then something else was in the room, and the creature was gone.

We made it out. I went home to the wife, so happy I remembered to bring her a gift from the store that wasn’t stolen, and even a gift for our kid, never mind that she wasn’t mine. Two years later, in Cambodia. Checking in on an operation, some idiot decides he can stop us and speaks words that aren’t Words. And then something is in the jungle, and the words end.

A year after that, also near the holidays, one of those Inland Empire cities everyone forgets about. Something was bad for business, so we were trying to stop it. Only it turned out not to be a person, for all that it hunted people. We had bullets and prayers and luck and none of that was worth a damn. And then the figure was there, and the creature was gone.

That time I saw it, and never told anyone. I thought it was going to come for me, that I was some kind of – I don’t know what. And if I thought that, others would too. It was stopping monsters, not saving mobsters.

Last time was – well. You remember the whole Camden incident. Shipment vanished. Turned out something has eaten the town and was pretending to be it, and we had no way to know that until it was too late. Some of those nasty things are smart, the kind that hides from us being able to tell something was wrong. It was real bad, last week. We’d come armed, but not armed to fight a town. No one does that expect in the movies.

People weren’t people. Everything that too many teeth, and all of it was alive and hungry. Even the Christmas tree that ate Frank. I was out of hope, we were in a circle and then it was there. Again. Looking like a child, but it wasn’t a child at all. The not-town-thing screamed in fear, and the boy just snapped his fingers and it was a town again. People again. Something was wrong, then he pressed his hands together and it wasn’t. I don’t know what he did, but it meant he was there longer than a moment.

And I was empty, so empty of bullets, hopes, fear, and I walked over.

“You saved our lives.”

The boy looked up, and his expression was strangely still. “I did. Someone needs a vacation this time of year. I help that happen.”

“Santa?” I asked, because nothing was making sense at all.

Bright eyes sharpened. “No. Someone important.”

And the boy was gone, as if he’d never been there at all.

Frank was dead. Nothing could change that. But people – it’s not like the forget people had died, but they made peace quicker than normal. Something the boy had done, to make this place safe and not get noticed.

I didn’t quit, because you don’t quit. Not from our line of work. I went home though, to the empty house. Packed things.

I haven’t seen you in four years. I doubt you’ll come back, when they declare me dead. But I thought I should leave a note. In case you encounter something weird.

I’m not good at gifts, but maybe this is one? There are no angels here but maybe there is something like hope, for other people than me.

[stuffnonsenseandotherthings]

People I Want to Get to Know Better

Tagged by @twig-tea. Thank you, I hope my Watchlist quenches your curiosity!

Last Song: About Time by D.O. I've been listening to his albums a lot recently and every time I still feel my breath catch a little at his voice.

Favourite Colour: I keep saying it's blue (and it is) but I somehow keep ending up buying things that are either pink or yellow so.....

Currently Watching:

- My Sweet Mobster (when a rom-com advocates for réhabilitation rather than punishment... it works surprisingly well)

- The Trainee (in love with the series and the characters, a potential new favourite)

- Century of Love (really enjoying it but I need to catch up to it because I got distracted by:)

- Knock Knock Boys (the GIFs worked, I couldn't not check this out and I binged it in 2 days, I would fight for Latte's happiness).

- Shogun (Henry Blackthorn annoys me so much BUT at least it's as a person rather than as a character so the writing is solid)

- Spy X Family (pure joy in 25 minute blocks)

I tried out Serendipity's Embrace yesterday but it didn't feel like something I'd enjoy so that's moving to my "not interested" pile.

I also have planned binges for Bangkok Blossom, The Glory (S1 and 2) and The Crowned Clown to try and clear some of my To Watch list.

Last Movie: I don't watch many movies at all BUT I did recently watch Moonlit Winter and all I can say is watch it watch it watch it. I actually cried, not sad tears, but happy cathartic tears because of how beautifully the movie portrayed the relationship between the mother and daughter.

Otherwise it would have been Inside Out 2, which I can now recommend as an excellent educational tool to use for kids just about to experience puberty and all the new emotions that come with it.

Currently Reading:

Ancestors: A Prehistory of Britain in 7 Burials by Professor Alice Roberts. And look, I know it sounds dry but it's really well written, covers eras of history there is still very little known about, and has an excellent chapter in which the author dismantles TERF and gender essentialist talking points using archaeology.

I've also just finished Spy X Family vol. 11 (now waiting for vol. 12) and I'm about to start Twilight Out of Focus (I can't watch the anime until I've read the manga) and read Red Thread vol. 2 (the manga based on UWMA).

Sweet, Spicy or Savoury?: Sweet unless it's a meal.

Relationship: Actively single

Current Obsession: My cat and also iced Chocolate.

Last Googled: "actively single" to check it meant what I thought it meant.

Currently Working On:

- Learning how to make my own clothes.

- Clearing my watchlist so that I can rewatch things and actually take time to write meta.

- Moving country without losing my mind.

- Clearing my TBR.

Tagging @lurkingshan @waitmyturtles @doyou000me and @respectthepetty apologies if you've already done this!

[dg-outlaw]

'The Penguin - Episode 1: After Hours' Review/Thoughts

** Mild Spoilers Ahead **

So I'll start off by saying, I'm not a big fan of mobster/drug lord movies and shows. Same goes for the rich people/corporate shows like Succession or Billions. Basically, if the general premise is; these people are rich and/or powerful, come watch them betray, kill, and/or be assholes to other people and one another to achieve and maintain that wealth or power, and there's likely to be no justice had... then yeah, not for me. If anything, watching Netflix's The Fall of the House of Usher (2023) was more about catharsis than entertainment for me. IYKYK.

Obviously, I know there's more nuance than that when it comes to many of these shows and movies as there's also outstanding performances and interesting storylines, but something about them reminding me of the injustices and/or corporate greed of the real world just puts me off most of the time. If I'm going to watch media like that then I usually have to be in a certain mood for it or I'm hooked by the characters.

Early previews of The Penguin gave me the same mobster vibe as many crime shows. There will be no heroes, no Batman, and likely no real justice, but being in the Batman and Matt Reeves Bat-verse, I wanted to give it a shot.

Is The Penguin different from other mobster crime shows? Yes and no. No, in that it still has all the mobster show flavor and if it weren't in the Batman world, I'd maybe give it a pass, but because it is Batman and Gotham, then yes, there's enough interesting flavor here to keep me wanting to see what happens next.

If you're not aware, this series takes place soon after the events of Matt Reeves' The Batman (2022). Carmine Falcone is dead, Gotham is still recovering from the flood caused by The Riddler, though it seems the parts of Gotham mostly affected and still in disarray are the lower-income areas, and Batman is... probably napping? IDK, but it'll be interesting to see how Batman gets interwoven into this series or is generally not present.

Colin Farrell returns as Oswald Cobblepot/The Penguin... or as he's referenced in the series, Oz Cobb, and he's looking to make a name for himself.

Without getting into the details (as there are likely a million legit summary reviews of Episode 1 online now), Oz quickly sets things in motion that starts a series of dominoes falling that may or may not result in his downfall before he even begins his climb to the top of the crime world, and I guess this is where the show finds its intrigue. In my mind, it's very Breaking Bad in the sense that you keep watching just to see what happens next. Will our protagonist get caught and meet a horrible fate or will they actually get away with it and achieve their goals... and at what cost? And why am I rooting for the bad guy? But instead of just fumbling down into the depths of the crime world like Walter White, Oz wants this, he wants to be on top, but the question is, has he bitten off more than he can chew or will he finally take hold of the brass ring?

Ultimately, I think it's the Gotham world and characters that has me wanting to see more and to see how it all plays out. This is not to say that the performances aren't great or the characters aren't intriguing, and Cristin Milioti as Sofia Falcone is definitely scary, even if she's not comically accurate as a some giant mountain of a woman, but again, part of this is knowing the characters from comics and other media depictions. I don't need the full Penguin backstory or to know all about the Falcones and Maronis, the comics and other media have done that setup already, but it does help with investment IMO.

Also, I love the grime of this Gotham and also how it's contrasted with the wealth and cleanliness of other parts of Gotham, especially outside of downtown. The creators understood the assignment for this show and it definitely plays a part when it comes to motivations. This Gotham isn't one note and I'm glad that it doesn't look like some clean set that takes you out of the world and reminds you that you're watching a TV show, like so many streaming shows and movies do nowadays. Yes, there's violence and language and Farrell, once again, disappears into the role of Penguin, but there's also some humor in this show. The humor fits and doesn't feel forced, but it also allows the audience to breathe for a moment and enjoy the experience.

So, I think if you're a Batman fan, you know these characters a little bit, and you want to go into a show that is likely to not have Batman or any other heroes, I say, jump in and enjoy. But if you're not as familiar or are a casual fan, and you're not really into crime/mobster shows, then this might not be for you.

Also, new canon (I think?) that The Penguin is a fan of Dolly Parton or at least has a mix CD of 'Go out there and get it' songs, is so fun. I still HC that Parton's "9 to 5" is a Duke Thomas song he plays every morning before getting ready for patrol, but having that little extra character note for The Penguin was a nice touch and gave a new character, Victor, a little more insight into his new boss.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Thanks for the quick reply! That does make total sense… tbh I didn’t even realize he was possibly funding the Justice League, so with that in addition it makes total sense the amount of money the Wayne fortune is would need to increase.

That said, watching BTAS and comparing to recent adaptions, as you said the “militarization” of Batman is both interesting and perhaps frustrating… BTAS Batman gets the shit kicked out of him a lot! By guys who are low level mobsters sometimes! I have an incredibly hard time imaging Nolan’s Batman having that issue (caveat being it’s been a while since I watched) and while Rob Patt’s Batman got beat up a bit more…. It’s still not quite as much. I actually think watching BTAS has made me wish that Batman wasn’t quite so high tech and to some extent overpowered as he seems to be nowadays

That’s actually part of why I think I liked the recent Rob Patt Batman adaption, if only because it returns Batman to being more of a detective by putting him in a drawn out detective movie with superhero gimmicks in addition.

sorry I'm answering this like two weeks late BUT I do super agree that I like how stripped-down Bruce is in Thee Batman. the only really notably HIGH high tech thing he's got going on is the camera contacts + the facial recognition system it uses; other than that he feels very appropriately scrappy. a lot of people remarked on the Batmobile in particular and how it looks like a fucked up muscle car that Bruce could very conceivably have scrapped together in his garage, which is a huge contrast especially from Christian Bale's little tank.

it's just a mystery! it's just Batman being Batman trying to figure out what the fuck is going on and what it all means and drawing an insane deduction grid on the floor. he's good but he's got limits!

[corvid-lesbian]

17 & 25 for the Star Trek ask game! 🖖

17. Favorite fashion look? 👙

if we're talking look i would most want to wear this dress from TOS S3E08 is honestly so pretty ;-; maybe it's be i just watched this episode but i want to draw fanart of this look so bad even though i can't draw for shit LMAO

but if we're talking main cast it's got to be mobster kirk and spock, is there really anything more iconic than this??

but i honestly live for almost any episode that puts the cast in civilian clothes <3

25. What's your unpopular opinion/hot take? 🐈

honestly i think aos, especially star trek (2009) by itself is not a bad way to introduce someone to star trek. maybe i'm biased because that's how i discovered star trek, but imo st2009 is actually a very good movie. it doesn't require previous knowledge of star trek to enjoy, it's a movie so no need to convince someone to watch a whole tv series off the bat, the entire cast did a great job with all their characters (esp zachary quinto as spock and karl urban as mccoy), it's more modern for those that might be put off by older shows, and despite being 15 years old the special effects still hold up great. i am also not ashamed to admit that the opening scene makes me cry EVERY fucking time

there are some choices made that i don't really like/agree with now as a tos fan, but I think interpretation aside, it's a great standalone movie and introduction to the star trek universe. and the plot surrounding spock prime gives it a connection to tos that can make people curious to check out the original timeline

i'm not saying it's the only way or the absolute best way to introduce someone to the franchise, but as someone who grew up watching aos and is now going back to watch all the other series i don't think it's a bad way to introduce someone at all!

[alltomevibes]

y'all i watched lighter & princess in 4 days like !!!!! that show was ?? actually a 10 out of 10 for me, like i actually watched the bts and some of the actor's interviews because this show had me THAT BAD. idk what it was about lighter and princess fr, but everything about it hit my buttons. the female lead was inspiring and reminded me so much of myself (while she was abroad) before i got deeper into my faith and just seeing her rebel against her parents to go after what she wants was so !!!! i loved seeing her grow throughout everything and all the parallels and just how they loved each other like,,,,, pls dont touch me. and don't evne get me started on the male lead. yall. he simply had me captivated every scene, tho every time he got on a stage i lowkey had heart palpitations ngl. i had to skip one scene cause i alr knew it was gonna go bad lol, fast forwarded and him and his ex-bestfriend was having a whole talk in the bathroom and yeah. i skipped that scene for a reason. but every single character in this show was so well written like,,,, im ngl. i just. this was simply just a really good show and i really want to find something like this, but i cant. i love watching good dramas like this but i also dont because then i cant find any like it. the same thing happened to me w/ gogo squid, better days, my gf is an alien, and other dramas/movies. i'm have glad i didn;t know this show existed until this month because if i had to watch this while it was coming out, i wouldve exploded. like, the only con i had for the entire show - other than the view on ex-cons which was understandable from the female lead's perspective but slightly irritated me nontheless - was how the kiss scenes always looked like they were literally eating each other. i was going to look away regardless LOL but like. it was .1 away from cannabilism.

anyways. if anybody has any recs PLS let me know. i have a watch list up and i do need to add My Sweet Mobster to it, but i really want a romance thats giving lighter and princess vibes. idk. ig i just like deeply in love ml with rougher edges and smart fl who love their mans and still have it going on.

[daebakinc]

Thoughts About Terminology in Smut from a Tumblr Elder

Friends, I've been on tumblr since 2012 and writing smut since 2006. I understand a lot of you are younger and newer to writing smut. This said, I keep coming across fics with graphic and derogatory terms which make me immediately stop reading your writing.

So I figured, I'd share my thoughts and opinions on the matter to either help you with writing smut or improve to keep your audience interested.

Now, as I said, these are my opinions. These are not rules or guidelines you need to follow. You don't have to agree with them, but I genuinely dislike most smut out there because of the wording, so here we go.

The Problem

Being younger/newer writers, I understand that you're going to get your terminology from the media and porn, giving you words like tits, dick, cock, and pussy. These words are NOT sexy.

I read the phrase today "bouncing on his dick." Who is this meant to turn on? "Ah yes baby, bounce on my dick, lemme see your tits jiggle." This creates the opposite of arousal and sounds like the teens in horror movies, boning with the killer watching them before they die.

Bounce and jiggle are also not sexy. Again, I know we hear these words in media, especially music, but I think that's a big part of why they're not sexy. When I hear "jiggle" I think of jello. If you're turned on by jiggling jello, we have other issues to discuss.

The main reason tits, dick, cock, and pussy are not sexy, is because they're primarily used in a derogatory sense. If you're calling someone a "dick" you mean it in a bad way, like they're a terrible human being that generally no one likes. My personal favorite insults are "eat a dick" and "what a bag of dicks." These are insults, meant to be hurtful, so trying to turn and use them in a sexy way, it just comes off as vulgar and not sensual in the way you would want it.

Possible Solutions

Chest I know Big Matthew of Kard blew up the internet when he referred to Wonho of Monsta X's chest by saying "that man has some big ol' tiddies" but he wasn't saying it to be sexy. It was said casually, and since has been used to be funny. Tits have never been a sexy word. It's been used in phrases like "colder than a witch's tit" or like some old mobster "hey tuts, show me your tits." Again, derogatory, not sexy. For guys, I like using chest/pecs/pectorals. Those with boobs, I keep it simple with breasts.

Penis There's nothing wrong with just using the word "penis." It's what it is actually called. It can be used for men/trans/nonbinary people who have one. I'd rather be "riding a penis" than "bouncing on a dick." Some people don't like "penis" because it's too medical a term, so that's when you can get creative. You don't actually have to say what it is. You can call it their length, girth, shaft, hard-on, hard evidence of their arousal, etc. There is always something sexy about keeping mystery in the language and by not outright saying what it is. This doesn't mean you have to go full on grocery store romance novel and use terms like "his enflamed tulip" or "his elephant's trunk" but even then, though it would make me stop and chuckle, I'd prefer "enflamed tulip" to "throbbing cock" any day. I would also steer clear of the phrase "nether regions" for both penis/vagina.

Vulva/Vagina Pussy has never been sexy to me. And with rappers/musical artists singing things like "ima beat that pussy up ugly" or "wet ass pussy" it's just an immediate turn off for me. If you're talking about the front/top area where the pubic bone is, mound or puss(different from pussy, more like a cute nickname for a cat, here puss puss) are my go tos. "Fupa" ew. I didn't even know what a fupa was and had to have it explained to me not too long ago. In general, please just stay away from slang terms. Slang in smut is not your friend. There's not too much that can be said for clitoris/clit. I think these terms are fine. If this is a focused area for a bit of the writing, it's nice to switch between terms. I also like using "bud" just to change up the language. Note; "bud" can also be used for nipples, so you're not using the word too much. Vulva is also a perfectly good word. I don't see a problem using the phrase "folds" though I know some people do. "Lips" is also okay, just make sure to specify they're lips between legs, not on a face. You would be correct in thinking there is nothing sexy about the word vagina. I think a big part of this is that it's been used incorrectly so often. DO NOT USE THE WORD CUNT. CUNT IS SUPA NOT SEXY AND EASILY THE MOST DEROGATOY OF THE TERMS DISCUSSED THUS FAR. When i hear/see the word "cunt" I think of The Exorcist, and the girl fucking herself with a crucifix. Are you turned on? Good, you shouldn't be. Like penis, it's good to keep a bit of mystery in the language. Instead of "vagina" you could say warmth, heat, core, entrance. "Slit" is not my favorite, but if you're looking for a change of language, I don't mind it. Please please please please please NEVER use the word "hole." Any and all arousal drops with the word "hole."

Butt There's not really much that can be used for butt/ass. These terms are fine. There's no way to be mysterious or sexy with the language by saying something like "grabbing their round moon" LOLOLOL HOWEVER, don't use anus. This is a time I will strongly advice against the use of medical/scientific terms. Just, no. If you're trying to describe anal play, just say it's anal play/anal. Again, I would strongly advise against using the word "hole" but instead just use the action of the peen or fingers "entering" or "pushing in."

Movements If I see the words jiggle or bounce in your fic, I'm done. I don't care what else is to be said. Sincerely, no one wants to see the word jiggle. Not anyone. I understand that being thrust into can cause body parts to move, but you don't need to mention it. Not that smut is necessarily classy, but saying "jiggle" does take class out of it. If a character has "jiggling" parts, I'm assuming they're in a jackhammer-esque situation, which already is not sexy. You're writing smut to turn someone on. Jackhammer is quick and doesn't last long. You want it to last long. The movements should be slow and intentional. Sensual is your goal, not speed. Alternatives to "bounce": gyrate, grind, push, thrust, pump, move up and down.

I probably have more to say than this, but as a basis, these are my thoughts. If anyone has more to add-on, please feel free to do so.

Once again, you don't have to agree with me or follow this, but if you did, I would be more interested in your smut.

Happy writing!

~Admin V

[misscrazyfangirl321]

January 2023 Media Recap

I don’t know if I’m going to do this every month, but I thought I’d do a recap of all the things I’ve watched and read in January, and share a few thoughts on some of them. 

Movies Watched: 

1. Star Wars VI 

Technically this one was a rewatch, but it was still a very fun time. 

2. Barbie Princess and the Pauper

Also technically a rewatch, but I haven’t watched it in more than 10 years, so I didn’t remember a lot of it. Very cute movie, though.

3. Fellowship of the Ring

Yes, I finally watched it. Yes, I loved it. Yes, whenever I saw memes of this before watching it, I thought Aragorn and Boromir (and I think Faramir, though I haven’t met him yet) were the same person.

4. Absolute Zero

Cheesy disaster movie, with a clear message of “We have to try to save everyone. Yes, even the rude and selfish businessman nobody likes. Because it’s the right thing to do, we must fight tooth and nail for him like we would anyone else.” And also family. Will I rewatch it? Probably not, but still a good time.

5. Disaster Zone: New York

“Hey, there’s suddenly a volcano under New York, and also humans made it, and also Abby from Sanctuary talks like a mobster from the 40s for no apparent reason.” Fun time, though I could have done without the one super gory scene early on where everyone was being affected by the water.

6. Curse of King Tut’s Tomb

This seemed to be two movies? Or two in one? I’m a little confused, but I’ll just count it as one. Not really a fan of the “gods and demons” storyline, and I probably won’t rewatch it, but I have to admit that it looked like a fun movie. Like, every single actor seemed to be having the time of their lives. 

Books Finished:

1. 60 Ways to Keep Your Brain Sharp

Most of this was pretty standard stuff, and some of the psychology didn’t really sound right, but some of it was helpful! 

2. To Kill A Mockingbird 

Wow. Definitely not what I was expecting, and a very interesting read, for sure. 

3. A Voice in the Wind 

Francine River’s style gives me mixed feelings-there’s a fine line between portraying sin to make a point and taking it too far, and she walks that line a lot-but it’s a really well done story, and a compelling cast of characters. Not a fan of Marcus in this book, but don’t worry, there’s book 2. 

4. The Mistletoe Favor

Standard Hallmark-style love story, very cute. All of the characters are way too emotionally aware, but it literally brought me to tears, so, hey, it works. 

5. Unveiled 

Not my favorite of the Lineage of Grace novellas, but it’s objectively as good as them. It just hurts so much to read. It’s the story of Tamar, and the poor girl goes through so much in it.

6. Unafraid

The story of Mary. A really impressive book in the Lineage of Grace series, and really interesting. Very intense. Also, fair warning to my Catholic friends (beloved), it definitely ends on a firm note of... Taking the side against Catholicism. On another note, Joseph is such an interesting character in it!

7. Be The Boss of Your Stuff

A book for kids about organization, cleaning, tidying, and sorting. We don’t need to talk about how helpful it was for me, an adult. (Very)

8. An Echo in the Darkness

The sequel to Voice in the Wind, and personally, I like it a little bit more. It introduces a few new characters that I really like, and Marcus wins me over, though I’m still a bit annoyed by some of the stuff he pulled in the first book. Still, a really satisfying conclusion to quite a few storylines, while leaving a few from Book 1 open for Book 3.

9. From Lost to Found 

Nonfiction book about perfectionism that punched me in the face. Repeatedly. Excellent book. Trigger warning for stories involving miscarriage if you read it, though. 

10. Trade Your Cares for Calm 

A practical look at the best ways to set worry aside. Short and sweet.

TV Show Episodes Watched: 

1-12. Once Upon a Time in Wonderland 1x02-1x13 

I’ve already rambled about this a lot, but it was such a sweet fairytale story, and I really enjoyed it!

13-14. Spiderman: The New Animated Series 1x07-1x08

I don’t really watch this one often, but it’s good for if I don’t have much time to watch anything, or I’ve watched something scarier than expected and need to unwind. I’d enjoy it more with like. 80% less relationship drama, though.

15. Dollhouse 1x01

Just watched the first episode of this, and I’m kind of on the fence. It depends on how it’s done, I suppose, and how it holds up, content-wise. We shall see. It’s a super interesting concept, though. 

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Best movie watched in January: Fellowship of the Rings

Best book finished in January: An Echo in the Darkness, though From Lost to Found gets a really close second

Best TV show watched in January: OUAT in Wonderland

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On a final note, here are all the fics I posted in January:

1. A Wonder to See (Sanctuary, Emotional Compass mermaid AU ficlet)

2. I Never Dreamed of This (Timeless, Garcy nightmare fic)

3. The Perils of Normalcy (Sanctuary, Magnitt domestic fluff AU ficlet) 

4. All in a Day’s Work (Sanctuary, Will and Helen friendship, mild whump)

5. How We Move On (Sanctuary/Timeless crossover, Helen and Garcia interaction, time travel ficlet)

6. Inevitable (Timeless, Wyjess whump fic)

7. A Helping Hand (Sanctuary, Emotional Compass whump/caretaking fic with lots of hair brushing)

[writtingrubberducky]

random dabbles ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ 🍙 

Hello, you can call me Duck or Ducky! I actually don’t remember where most of the prompts I found come from. A few are from Pinterest and I believe one is from Writing Prompts? But I honestly don’t know, if you do please tag them for the credit or tell me. These are all my work, just random things I’ve done over a period of time. Thank you for reading, have a spectacular mornin/evein/sleep — 🗞️🐣

I love you but stop whatever this is.

random ocs, both women if you need further confirmation, ahh lesbians

“I love you, but please stop whatever this is.”

Astra eyes move towards Evie’s figure behind her, halting the movements of her fiddle with chia seeds and sticking them onto a model train set, hearing the other’s confused and disoriented voice. With a sheepish grin, Astra rubs the back of her neck, her girlfriend looking unimpressed. “Seriously, what are you doing?” Evie perks up, crooking an eyebrow. Dusting her hands off on grey sweatpants, Astra shifts to sit down off her knees, crossing her legs as the ground mets her butt. “Ah, gardening?” She says back in a high tone, showing her uncertainty about what she is doing. “You do that, y’know, in an actual garden and not on a train. Like in dirt and that,” Evie responds, snorting with an amused smirk. A whine of embarrassment and annoyance draws from Astra, face scrunching as she pouts toward the other. “Could you just not? Like not look cute?” Evie sighs with a lighthearted eye-roll, walking away to flop down onto the couch. Wriggling to get comfy on the cushion, Evie sinks into the plushness as she watches Astra finish smearing chia seeds over an expensive model train covered in some dirt like substance. “Please don’t tell me you wasted over $300 dollars for that thing,” She whispers, face falling at the guilty expression striking Astra’s face, chuckling meekly. 

No prompt just my half-used imagination.

stray kids (han jisung and lee felix), bluesung, mafia au?, self insert cause i wasn’t bothered to think of a oc, violence and fighting

Your eyes train on the scope of the sniper, waiting for something to come around the corner of the alley. Laying down on the concrete roof of a nearby gave you distance but still a clean shot—or shots. It depends on how well Jisung plays bait. Felix stands behind you, watching your back for any extra men if they try to jump you. Thought he seems rather amused at his phone, reading the texts that Jisung sends while running for his life, complaining about losing rock-paper-scissors and being forced to aggravate a group of random mobsters. Soon enough a dark blue haired figure comes drifting around the corner, suit blazer drifting in the wind at the sharp turn. He lungs forward, sprinting into the open spot with around ten angry men chasing him in wife beaters and denim bottoms, heads and arms showing off silver jewellery and gang tattoos. Steading yourself with a sigh, you take ain at the closet mobster to Jisung. Pressing down on the trigger, the bullet cleanly pierces through the air, hitting dead centre in the mobster’s head. Felix lets out a low whistle, phone tucked in his blazer pocket. He crouches down, blinking normal as if he’s witnessing another scene in an action movie, hands laced in front of him.

Meanwhile Jisung feels as if his legs are going to give out, stamina wearing thin due to his food being stripped away to run bait. He was going to enjoy that sandwich with its delicious, dreamy ham and cheese with refreshing lettuce and one singular tomato slice. Letting out a frustrated whine, Jisung drags his feet as he continues to dodge attacks and items thrown at him. He casts a glance behind his shoulder, an approving hum leaving his throat as a few of the mobsters fall down dead, bullet hole lodged in their heads. The blue haired male turns to dace the remaining group—at least six men scared shitless—and settles himself in a fighting stance. Jaw, stomach, twist. One of the larger men’s neck cracks, a bone popping sound you get from cracking your back but deadly. Jisung looks at the others, mostly in shock at one of their biggest dying from a male shorter and skinner than him by a few good inches and kilograms. “Yo, who’s up next?” He speaks up, running a hand through his dark blue locks, only serving to mess up the hairs more. The brown haired one stands forward, skin darkly coloured to allude that he is The Beef—one of the harder hitters even though he is smaller than their biggest. With a grin, Jisung patiently waits for The Beef to make his first move, hands tucked in his slacks pocket’s to proudly give the opponent an advantage. Jisung might not be the hard hitter in the group, that was undoubtedly you, but he was one of the quickest and dirtiest fights. His body would go into flight and fight mode, opting to confront due to training and the mindset he was taught. It was hard for Jisung to give up. Like ridiculous hard. He would just carry the adrenaline to keep himself up despite having a broken bone or internal bleeding.

Jisung snaps out of his blanking, arms rising to block a heavy hit from The Beef’s fits, hissing at the pain racketing his bones but soon replying by ducking underneath to hit at the thick neck. The dark skin male stumbles back, choking and sputtering as he regains his balance. “You’re tough for a little one,” The Beef chuffs, clearing his throat to get knocked out with a swift roundhouse kick to his temple by Jisung. “What do you think this is? A movie? Focus on your opponent rather than talking shit,” Jisung scolds, shaking his head as he rushes to get started on the four left.

An impulse by leads to an intergalactic warfare.

idiocy at it’s finest, oc used, swearing, drug use/mention of drugs

Buying a locket from an antique story shouldn’t seal your fate as an intergalactic war criminal. It shouldn’t put hitman on your back, or weird looking alien things in your apartment. Most definitely it should not mean you go on the run out of pure idiocy suggest by a high homeless person on the street—not after buying some of the Mary Jane to calm the impending stress in your brain.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Jack curses, hands thumping on the leather of the steering wheel as he huffs, sinking in the chair as many cars stand still on the freeway. His arms fall lax to his sides, head rolling back with a groan of defeat and frustration. Jack didn’t mean to buy a locket that seemingly holds a fallen kingdom inside, a microscope galaxy that is forbidden and locked in war trade. It was simple a trinket he found cool while buzzing around in the store ran by the white curly haired women—an old bat that smoked and ripped him off to buy the  goddamn thingy. Jack’s gaze shifts to the compartment between the front seats, digging through the papers, empty gum bottles and tissues to pull out the rusted metal framed glass ball. Holding it up to his face, Jack’s eyes squint to look through the thick glass to see swirling dusty colours and warm tones. Streaks of orange, yellow, brown and yellowish green. Tiny stars and astroids orbit a planet with bumps, clouds and ships. He watches the movements of the planet, watching it spin on the axis slowly. Jack can’t help but be in awe of the little world between his fingers, even though it may as well destroyed his whole life plan. Thinking about it further, Jack grimaces at his future plans that he thought out, finding enough money to pay off his university debt and to buy his apartment, get a promotion at his boring job and get a cat. Yeah, pretty disappointing Jack. The rows of cars start moving forward, Jack quickly dropping the trinket into the compartment, clicking down the top. Grasping at the steering wheel, he pushing on the gas petal and joins the crowd. So far everything has gone according to plan. Ditching his phone? Done. Finding a new car? Stolen. Getting some cash? Complete. Buying weed off of that homeless person who said he should go in the run? High. Not anymore at least, can’t risk getting picked up and then shot to death by a green gluey shape of rolls that find Jack through the police filing.

Pulling off the freeway, Jack slows the speed of the car to match the speed limit, cutting through the same town to skip the traffic. Many country houses stand tall, large and made out of creaking, rotting wood painted with garnish. Some on stilts, others with many windows, some with too many decorations, some having Halloween decorations despite it bring April. He turns around a corner, stopping abruptly as a duck waddles across the bitumen road, tail swaying sassily. Even a bird irked Jack now. Flipping off the winged animal, he puts his foot down and drives through towards the green sigh with white text for the freeway.