#no longer is he the “evil” form he was assigned with

[clegfly]

DANNY I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW RIGHT THIS IS. YOU JUST SUMMED UP HIS WHOLE CHARACTER AUGH...

this is also just more FUHS AU stuff JSHDJSHJS i just forgor to tag it sjhcfjshf

But yeah ough you are. completely spot on. this is omori's whole character basically. he represents a lot of things but his development is mainly about overcoming selfishness and learning to embrace his newfound humanity after being dethroned at the end of act 1 (by who???? woah idk that'll have to be for a later post...) and also the fear of one's own evil. that is a BIG thing with him. because if you, a being with barely any morals, are suddenly introduced to them, how do you justify or even contemplate your past actions... hence the daffodil JDHSJDSHFJ i love him sm. little guy...

Ugh this au is gonna have to be a fic or SOMETHING atp it’s consuming me

[gremlingottoosilly]

The only thing you want to do is... [Price x fem!Reader]

Price broke his hand on the last mission. Fortunately for him, his caretaker is just as adorable as she is eager to help him in every way.

CW and tags: Legal age gap, power imbalance, daddy kink, pervert!Price, obsessive!Price, coercion into sex, handjob (m!receiving)

Word count: 3246

This work on AO3

You’re such a sunshine, it hurts. 

John Price never considered himself to be a good man. He did what he had to do to protect his country, to ensure that big bad terrorists are kept at bay, and foreign militaries are ending up where they belong – somewhere in the ditch, with reports stating KIA an anonymous bullet drugged out of their skulls. 

His job was just that – a job, something that had to be done because he knew that someone else, someone worse, would gladly take his place in case of retirement. The captain can be considered a fucking angel compared to some people he is working with – no one would ever dare call him evil when people like Graves still exist out there, hunting for innocents. 

But you’re so fucking sweet to him, he simply can’t handle it. 

When his arm got injured, and he was forced to get on leave for at least a month – he tried to argue for something less, but Lasswell silently pointed out that he hadn’t had a break in the past five years, and she would kick him out of his own Task Force if he’d continue to refuse – he got assigned a caretaker by Kate recommendation. 

John was fully expecting some old lady, probably a retired officer or field medic. Maybe some burly man with too much time on his hands and the ability to give really nice massages under flights of bullets. Perhaps, worst case scenario, he would be assigned an actual; nurse that wouldn’t buy any of his shit – that amount of whiskey he drinks is prescribed by his therapist, smoking cigars in the apartment is a nice form of relaxation, and he actually doesn’t need help and can go in service back again less than in two weeks. 

But, the Captain got wee ol’ you, all nice and warm, and adorable, and too fucking young to have anything to do with his apartment. 

You’re nice, warm, fresh out of college, where you got some recommendations about rehabilitating veterans back into normal lives. Probably was writing a Thesis about something as dumb as “Healing PTSD through flower crowns and little touches”. You chirp your way into his heart and refuse to go out – just like Kate promised to him, you really didn’t allow him to do anything on his own. 

God, it was infuriating – how much he wanted to simply grab your shoulders and kiss you. Or kick you out and find someone else to take care of him, someone boring, someone of appropriate age. Without dumb, bright eyes and cute smiles, without enthusiasm, that can only be seen in unpaid interns and college graduates who still believe that the world is fair and nice. 

You cook his dinners and clean up his apartment – as small as it is, never having a family or any other reason to make it even slightly bigger – and you do this with such a wide smile on your face it actually makes Price question basically everything he knows about young ladies doing charity work. You must be paid triple because you fold his underwear in neat little cubes and refuse to accept his help. Always chirped something about his hand like he can’t kill a man with his teeth only. 

— I can fold my own pants, love. 

He presses his body against the doorframe of the small bathroom – looks at your ass so shamelessly bent over the washing machine. You’re folding his dried clothes, and he can only pray that you aren’t slowly resenting him for being such a disgusting old man. He knew he looked good for his age, 37 years in this world molded him into something that many young women would consider hot – even though his beard is unkept and his hair grew a bit longer since he couldn’t be arsed to do anything about it, and his dominant hand is broken. 

— We don’t want to sprain your hand even more, right? — Everythin’ is alright with my bloody hand…

— Lady Lasswell said I shouldn’t listen to you like this, sir. Sorry. 

— Little minx. 

— Me or Lady Lasswell? 

John looks at you, so eager and cheerful, and he just wants to…he can’t, of course, he stops himself before he even forms the thought because it’s dirty and you don’t deserve this, and your shy smile as you laugh softly and push the last of the laundry in the neat pile on the washing machine. 

You look too eager to please, and he has an idea – the one he will never act upon. Maybe will entertain himself later, stroking himself in some abandoned base deep in the snowy tundra, trying to remember your warmth as if a sinner like him can even comprehend your light. 

God, you got him so bad, he starts thinking about good ol’ Jesus again. You really are a side to behold, aren’t ya. 

He looks at you again – you’re so easy to please. You cook for him, the smell of home cooking that he almost forgot, all the ingredients you invited yourself to buy when he left his card for you. You didn’t think it was weird, not a single mischievous bone in your body – if anything, he was casually prompting you to go and buy yourself something nice, something as compensation for all the trouble you endured for him. 

Instead, you went out of your way to cook for him, to make him tea like he wanted it – without sugar, but with a small amount of milk poured into a cup that is probably the most expensive thing in this whole place except for his weapons. 

The problem is – John Price doesn’t really like it when people are taking care of him. Not because he is shy or insecure, god forbid, but because he knows that if a pretty young thing like you is going to show him kindness, he will take a fucking mile and make you run from him as fast as you can. He has desires, he has needs, something that pretty good girls like you should know nothing about. 

You’re so eager to please that you’ll probably jerk him off if he were to whine about his arm being broken and his inability to get himself off because of it. Which, in turn, gives him an…idea. 

Price was never a good person – he isn’t the worst guy either. He sees your reactions, that adorable heat of your face when he brushes his knuckles over your cheek in an affectionate manner. How you are biting your lips every time you have to fold his underwear, when you cook for him, and he presses his body against yours, rocking his hips just gently enough to not make his arousal obvious. John knows you like him in more ways than just one – he doubts that such a lovegirl like you would ever agree to take care of a grumpy military man like him. 

He wonders where your father is – probably out of the picture if his precious daughter is almost crying from a desire to please a guy like him. He wonders if you have a boyfriend or if you’re seeing someone else – if you’re a virgin or you already had a series of disappointing sessions with blokes that have no idea how to behave with an angel like you. 

Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be taking care of a SAS captain – did your superiors forget to tell you just how girl-hungry men like him are? That he didn’t even bother to find a wife, and the loneliness of a single life will make him fucking explode if a girl as pretty as you were in the vicinity of that perverted old dog. You must be stupid – or so insanely naive, it’s not even funny. 

He licks his lips, staring at you again. He is certainly isn’t a good guy – not the worst either, but it’s up for debate. He wants to hold you close and say all of those pretty good things he knows you want to hear. He also wants to push you as close to him as possible and just fuck that pretty girl until you’re begging for him to make you his wife. He’d always laugh at the thought of other military commanders and higher rank soldiers having sugar babies – especially the mercs and their fucking inability to keep a girl who isn’t tied to their paychecks. But now…he might just pay for your adorable pout and eagerness. 

Might make a call to that one masked arsehole and ask how the hell he keeps his questionably young wife around without breaking her legs. Visibly, at least. 

— Sir? Planet calls for Captain Price. 

You giggle when you are waving your hand around him. Shit – looks like he zoned out for a hot minute, leaving you free to stare at his face, the fantom red spreading across his skin as if he is actually embarrassed to be caught like this. He isn’t, of course, he is stronger than some girl trying to get a rise out of him. He thinks he is stronger, at least. 

You wave your hand in front of his face again, and the insects are kicking in – captain grabs your hand, not even caring that his supposed helplessness stems from the fact his dominant hand is still broken. He has no problems keeping you in place with just his left hand – and you almost look scared when you understand that you literally can’t move. 

Your innocent smile turns into a pathetic whimper when he squeezes you even more. Bruises, no doubt, are starting to form already – well, it should be your fault. Good girls are usually smarter than teasing an old dog like him, even if you’re trying to play innocence. He knows what you are. 

His future special girl that is. A wife, if he plays his cards right…and the captain was always good at poker. 

— Shite, love. Sorry. 

His smile mirrors yours – an innocent display like he didn’t almost break your wrist in his hold. He is still squeezing your hand, but not he slowly presses his lips against your knuckles – thin, dry lips gently caressing your skin in a gesture that you should never accept from a guy who kills people as a job. Who saves people, too – but a good guy with a gun is barely an upgrade from a bad one. 

He kisses your fingers and finds heaven in the feeling of your soft skin against his lips. You are certainly embarrassed, and this is exactly what he wants – an old pervert trying to get in the pants of a cute girl who just wants to take care of him without any strings attached. He just has to make this whale thing complicated, isn’t he? 

— It’s okay, sir. Just thought I lost you for a second. 

— Not a chance. 

Your smile looks a tad bit mischievous – that is, or he is simply hallucinating from painkillers he is forced to drink every morning because you refuse to let him feel pain even though he is used to it. You are acting like he is a soft doll made out of pink ribbons and soft plushes, not a seasoned soldier with his own thoughts and ideas about what he can do about your desire to please him. He might just use your eagerness – his cock has been pitching for too long without female attention, and he usually doesn’t indulge in shitty one-night stands in some sketchy pubs, but he can make an exception for now. For you. 

You smile awkwardly, still trying to get your hand out of his grasp. Little minx, teasing him like he can’t just push you on this exact washing machine and fuck you like a slut you are. Poor girl, you probably don’t even know what kind of thoughts he has in his head – even though your eyes tell him something your lips cannot articulate. 

John acts on his instincts, and they usually don’t deceive him. 

— If you want to help so badly, I can think of another way. 

— Is that so, sir? You’re going to get him in so much shit with Lasswell, he doesn’t even know how he is going to get out of it after fucking her best little protege. Would have to marry you – like it’s not his end goal, like he doesn’t want to make your care for him a tad bit more permanent. He has done so many good things for humanity, why can’t he be a bit selfish and get himself a little something to make this place feel more like home? 

He thinks of a pretty thing like you, heavy with his kids, cooking something nice and hearty in his house – not this crappy apartment, of course, he’d buy you something in the countryside, away from terrorists and public squares, with good schools and greenery all around. 

You lick your lips and tilt your head to the side. He is daydreaming again. 

— If you want to make me relax so badly, love, there is something I need help with…

Beating around the bush like this isn’t in his character – but he knows that you’re a good girl, maybe way too good and proper. He can’t just shove his dick in your hand, it would be too unpolite. 

He has to prepare you, it’s a slow sniper mission where he needs to approach you as gently and quietly as possible – he still holds your hand in his, a phantom of his lips tucked away on the softness of your skin. 

Then he places his hand on his growing erection – as awkwardly as he can operate with only using his left arm as a helper. 

Price might not be the master of espionage, but he also didn’t get his rank for not being able to do cover missions under pressuring circumstances and lie in the faces of people who trust him. Not be the best person, of course, but he gives you a choice. You have all the power now – even with his weapons safely stashed in his bedroom, he knows he won’t ever try to force you. He won’t have to. 

— Help your captain, eh? 

You’re embarrassed, shy, scared even – your hands are trembling, fingers tracing the outline of his cock with morbid curiosity he never thought he’d find this adorable. You don’t stop and don’t try to fight him – like a little animal, nervous and terrified somewhat, you’re slowly indulging yourself in something that you actually shouldn’t. 

He lets go of your hand and allows you to continue on your own – like a good girl, you only nod and slowly duck your palm in his boxers. He’d say that the way he is rock-solid just from looking at your ass and pouting on your face is weak, but he can afford to be a bit pathetic after so many weeks without the ability to jerk off. With your watchful gaze, he just couldn’t find it in his heart – or the only remaining working hand – to do something to help with his raging crush on this adorable social worker who comes to help him. 

John is many things – a war hero, war criminal, the captain, and the butcher of many who may deem his actions irredeemable. He made peace with not being the poster good guy and often dirtying his hands just to keep the world clean – and he knows that, in the end, he deserves a pretty young thing to jerk him off while he kisses your hairline and whispers sweet nothing with that beautiful accent of his. 

— This is not very… appropriate, sir.

— Bullocks, love. You’re helpin’, that’s why you’re here. 

 You’re nervous when your hand, squeezing his shaft firmly, goes up and down on his cock. You’re trying to find the rhythm in his quiet grunts and little moans, not having too much experience with pleasuring men who you like this much. It’s fear of disappointing him that makes you go wild, that approving gaze of his every time you press your soft fingers against the head of his cock and squeeze a little. 

He is throbbing in your palm, pre-cum leaking on the small of your fingers – naturally, you lick it as slowly as possible, not breaking the eye contact. 

Price moans. 

— Bloody hell, luv…so good for daddy. 

The name makes your ears burn, the desire growing in your stomach – you fight the urge to drop on your knees and take him fully in your mouth. This isn’t what he wants, you think, so you just continue to squeeze him more, making sure he is satisfied with every little movement your hand makes. You lick your lips and continue, feeble attempts at containing the rhythm with shaky fingers. 

— I just wanted to help you with your life, not…this. 

He chuckles, unharmed hand presses on the small of your back to fix you in place. You lick your lips, understanding that he is not going to let you go this easily – you don’t want to behave like this, of course, it’s against the terms of your contract and your agreement to help him without feelings attached, but he moans so deeply for you, hips are buckling to fuck the firmness of your hand like he is ready to use your moist, prepared pussy. 

God, what are you even thinking about? 

You don’t know if you should be doing this, but the captain is not letting you go – and you can’t even do anything against his wishes, can you? 

— We really shouldn’t be doing this. 

— Quiet. I’ll help you out after my hand is healed, eh? — This isn’t what I’m talking about, sir. 

— Now, let’s not use that here. I’m sir in the field, not here. 

He is manipulating you as hard as he can – he can feel the tension in your eyes and the way you’re squeezing his cock, and he wants nothing more but to simply push you harder, make you fall apart in his hold like a precious porcelain vase. You’re sensitive and shy, just perfect for a bastard like him – his only regret is that the dumb cast on his right hand won’t really allow him to relax to have sex with you properly. 

He will pay you back later – on your back, on your knees, on your tummy, moaning his name as he plunges his seed deep into you. It was about time he’d settle down with a pretty wife of his own – he can afford you, certainly. 

— I can’t call you daddy, it’s embarrassing…

Your shy words are what send him over the edge. John Price was never a good guy to begin with, but your little pleas are enough to make him cum – and it’s certainly one of the biggest sins he has ever committed. Cute girl like you shouldn’t be so embarrassed about jerking him off, but here you are. 

Your hands are covered in cum as he continues to release his seed, only sad because he wasn’t able to breed you properly – that’s the agenda for the time when he finally is freed from this dumb cast. Might just ask Lasswell for extended leave. 

— You’ll just have to get used to this, love. Not letting you go after this. 

You can only whimper when he kisses you – possessive and tender at the same time. A silent promise of making you his dumb little wife. 

[chillentertainer]

thinkin' abt a little john wick conclave au where thomas lawrence is an aging assassin who keeps trying to retire but then is forcibly brought back for "one last hit" (first said to him half a dozen hits ago). lawrence is tired and depressed and he might be really good at his job (and that might be the only thing he's good at) but that Saddens him. because is his only purpose in life to be a Butcher?

not to mention he just recovered from prostate cancer and is now thinking a lot about the afterlife and god and sin etc etc. he's sure he's destined for hell no matter what he does now. is there even any point in changing?

one day he's in rome, surrounded by all these churches. and he enters one. he goes into a confession booth. every week, he confesses minor sins that turn into lovely but frivolous discussions with the anonymous priest, who lawrence can only identify through his gentle voice and bright, easily elicited laugh that reminds lawrence of morning birdsongs. over the weeks, this blossoms into a strange kind of friendship.

finally during a discussion about their favorite kinds of tea, lawrence interrupts the priest's recommendation of kahwah, which they had so often in their time in kabul, and was so delicious, and they just can't find anything close to what they had here, isn't that a shame, and i beg your pardon, what??

i kill people, lawrence repeats. all the time. i want to stop but i can't. i want to retire but they won't let me. i'm afraid being a murderer is how i spent most of my life, and i'm afraid it's how i'll spend the rest of my years, too. i'm the lowliest of sinners. i'm the evil that should be wiped clean from the earth. if god cast me down into the fires of hell for eternity, again and again, i would gladly welcome it.

and there is a heavy silence during which lawrence tenses, waiting for a horrified outburst or some rage.

but the priest says, with infinite compassion in his tone, you are still here on earth with us. and so god, in his mercy, has given you time to beg forgiveness and find redemption. make amends, however you can. take no more life, not for any reason. you say you want to stop. then stop. i believe you have good in your heart. you would not have come here if you did not.

thomas says, yes, yes i will, i swear on His name. i'm sorry for having wasted all your time these past weeks, i should not have done so.

and finally he says, goodbye. because there's no point in returning and attempting to continue this friendship, not when the priest must be so disgusted and would want nothing to do with lawrence any longer.

the priest says nothing in return and it hurts but lawrence knows he deserves it. he deserves far, far worse, and god, why can't he be punished now or just die and suffer eternal torment, and then, maybe, maybe, his soul could feel some bloody relief. but the priest said, make amends. can't make amends if you're dead.

so lawrence returns to his miserable apartment, to try and make amends, whatever that means. he decides to leave rome and begins to pack. he wanders the streets in a daze and gives all the euros he has on him to a beggar. on saturday, the day he would've gone to confession, he buys kahwah from a bemused shopkeeper.

he returns to find his next assignment on his kitchen counter in the form of a usb stick. he doesn't want to open it. but if he leaves it alone for too long, they'll send agents to track him down and he'll get an earful from aldo. better to open the assignment and fool them now. he'll disappear from rome right after.

lawrence plugs in the usb stick. there's a name he doesn't recognize. he clicks through the research on his next victim that ray had meticulously assembled. there is a video. he hits play. a voice starts speaking. and lawrence spills his hot cup of kahwah all over his keyboard and trousers but he doesn't care because fuck it all, he does know his victim after all.

it's the priest he sat next to week after week, chatting about the merits of herbal medicine and whether agatha christie or arthur conan doyle wrote better mystery novels and about the incompetence of world governments. it's the priest he just confessed to about his true nature, that he wasn't just some englishman adrift in rome, but a cold-blooded killer. it's the priest that heard this and offered him a way out, anyways.

it's vincent benitez.

the video continues, as benitez smiles and waves at a young child, his dark eyes luminescent and kind.

now he has a face and name to the voice, lawrence first thinks, in a daze. he’s even more beautiful than i imagined him to be.

his second thought: what the hell did benitez do to piss somebody off that badly that they want him dead?

[ihfmseatsoch]

ok ok ok so if i may be so bold as to request something, ive been enamored wiht the idea of an older, controlling, borderline abuse boyfriend jimmy, like he and reader live together on earth, and reader goes to college, while jimmy works physical jobs trying to support them both. he's a SHITTY person though, so hes jealous of any man the reader talks to, reads through their phone, makes sinde comments about their weight and appearance, and (im totally not projecting here) eventually pressures them into dropping out, for like his perfect little live in partner/gf fantasy sjdhasd feel free to do whatever with this, but this specific scenario has not left my head for days

WHEEE this was fun to write ^w^ i rushed this a bit but i just didnt want you to have to wait any longer... :p

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Jimmy Zare x fem!reader

reader uses fem terms (girl, girlfriend)

genre: how do i categorize this.... fic that makes you feel bad or horny depending on how you handle verbal abuse lol

word count: 1.8k

warnings/content: age gap, domestic abuse, manipulation, arguing, fat shaming, several references to the readers body/appearance, jimmy being the biggest asshole oh my god i hate him (i want him so bad it makes me look stupid)

(is it bad that writing about jimmy yelling at me turns me on... WOAHHH who said that .....😰 also dont kill me for the weight shaming part IM A FAT GIRL !!!!!! i like when evil men are mean to me !!!!!! RAAAH)

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"He's a good guy, he can actually be really sweet!"

That's a sentence you find yourself saying out of complete muscle memory at this point whenever someone questions why your boyfriend–... well, they question an awful lot about your boyfriend.

For example, why he's over twenty years your senior whilst you're still going to class on the weekdays. Why he doesn't allow you to see your friends, wear certain clothes, leave your apartment without him, and why he takes up so much space in your brain, completely distracting you from your own life and goals.

You've missed at least four assignments this semester alone. It's stupid, really. You thought you'd be done with obsessing and crying over boys after you graduated highschool. It's completely immature for a so-called adult like yourself, but then again, you're hardly into adulthood at all.

Jimmy, on the other hand, has a lot more life experience, many of those experiences negative. That might be why you've taken some form of pity on him, going so far as to move into his apartment so you can take care of him when you're not busy. He needs someone to make sure he doesn't fall off the deep end.

The thing is, it's become hard to fit him in your schedule, but whenever you're unable to make time for him after he comes home from work, that familiar scowl on his face indicating it was another shitty day, he throws a fit.

He'll accuse you of everything under the sun; Infidelity being the primary thing.

"You don't love me. There's someone else, isn't there? It's that one kid that asked you to help him 'study' last week, isn't it? No? Give me your fucking phone, then."

This is what you come home to everyday, so it's nothing new. In fact, you're pretty used to it by now. Though today, Jimmy seems particularly pissed.

"Where have you been?" He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, eyeing you up and down like he always does when he's about to grill you on something.

"Sorry..." You mutter, way too tired to deal with one of his moods again. "Traffic." You answer simply, not having enough energy to overexplain yourself like you normally do.

"Uh huh. Traffic." He mimics you in a way that already tells you he's not buying it. Great.

"...It's the truth." You shrink into yourself at the way he's looking at you. Contemptuous as always. You're in for another argument, it seems. A million, desperate pleas run through your mind;

'Please don't give me another lecture about how you're my only financial support, and how grateful I should be. Please don't ask to see my phone. Please don't tell me to drop out.'

But, of course, you can't actually change the outcome of this. You're gonna get yelled at. Belittled. Degraded.

"You're two hours late, and you're gonna tell me you were just stuck in traffic?" He pushes himself off the wall and walks towards you.

"You're never home when you're supposed to be, and when you are home, you're all tired and upset.” He pokes a finger into your shoulder, hard. "What do you think that looks like from my point of view?"

"I'm sorry." You rub your face, exasperated. God, you wish he would shut up sometimes. Sure, he can be amicable, but lately... he's been a raging dick. Yet, you can't help but cling to the memory of his good moments. "I'll try to make it back on time tomorrow."

"Yeah? And how many times have I heard that before?" He sneers, "You're hiding something from me, aren't you?"

The way he accuses you so confidently, so sure of himself... it's insulting. Does he really think that little of you? "College has been kicking my ass, Jim. You know that. I'm not hiding anything from you, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, college this, college that. Always complaining about fuckin' college," He scoffs, his eyes stay narrowed, still glaring. "How about what I'm going through? You think I'm having a great time every day at work, hm?"

"No, I–" You stammer, hating the way he's turning this around to make himself the victim. Oh, woe is him, having to provide for himself and his girlfriend. How tortured he is. "I know, alright? I'm sorry. I just– what else do you expect me to do?"

"Be here. Like you're supposed to be. And I expect you to stop acting like I'm the bad guy for asking you to be a decent girlfriend."

Jimmy's voice raises slightly as he takes a step closer, towering over your sheepish figure. He nudges your shoulder again, even rougher this time.

"I'm busting my ass every day to put food on the table, and you can't even have the decency to show up on time, let alone look happy to see me?"

"I– I am happy to see you! I am, I'm just– you don't get it. I want to be here, but... I'm not even halfway through this semester, and–" You stumble over your words as you attempt, in vain, to defend yourself. It's not like he'll ever feel sympathy for you. It's always about what he wants. What makes him happy.

Jimmy rolls his eyes at your attempt to reason with him. It's as if he doesn't even register a word you say. "But what? What's more important to you, huh? Some stupid classes, or the guy who keeps a fuckin' roof over your head and feeds you? Be grateful, goddamn it." He snaps, grabbing your arms and giving them a forceful shake.

You flinch from being handled like you're not even a human being, much less one with feelings. "Stop, please, I'm– I am grateful, I really am..." You're not lying, either. To be honest, his guilt tripping works wonders on you. Are you really acting unappreciative? He wouldn't be this upset if you were in the right...

He seems unfazed by your frightened demeanor and continues to hold a firm grip on your arms. He looks you up and down, not even having to say anything for you to know he's judging you, as a girlfriend and person in general.

"Oh, you're grateful? Then maybe you should act like it for once." Jimmy gives your arms another firm shake, a harsh reminder of who's in charge here.

"I'm not asking much of you. I just want you to be here, and you can't even do that. Do you think I'm just gonna sit back and accept that bullshit?"

"No..." You shake your head, looking down at the ground in shame. Were you really that awful? You didn't want to be a bad partner, it's the last thing you ever wanted. If you could make eye contact without feeling guilty, you'd see Jimmy's face light up with satisfaction as he finally notices you're not even bothering to put up a fight anymore.

There's a condescending lilt to his tone as he speaks, "No one will ever love you like I do. You know that?"

You nod, knowing there has to be some truth to his claim. He takes care of you, doesn't he? He keeps a roof over your head, gives you money for groceries, and he's not always that unpleasant to be around...

He's a good boyfriend. You're the problem. You always are.

"Exactly."

The grip on your arms eases, moving them to place a hand on each of your shoulders, contrastingly gentle compared to his behavior only moments ago.

"You oughta thank your lucky stars you have a man like me who puts up with all your bullshit. You get that, right? How lucky you are to be with me?"

You know he's right. You were blessed with someone who still loves you, despite your many shortcomings. You're too fat, the acne on your face and body is repulsive, the way you do your makeup is weird... all of this being things Jimmy has told you directly. At least you have an honest boyfriend, isn't that what every girl wants?

He gives your shoulder a pat, like he's treating you like a small, petulant child. "You realize I could have literally any girl I want, right? Pretty, skinny, smart ones, even. But I chose you. Because I care about you."

He pauses, letting that sink in.

"But it would help if you'd actually put the effort in to look decent." He adds as an afterthought.

You've internalized every single snide remark he's thrown your way, reminded of them every single time you look in the mirror. Yet he still loves someone like you. Someone so difficult and embarrassing to be with.

"Jim, I don't... I don't know how I'm even gonna be able to free my schedule at all with school and stuff..." You mumble guiltily. You know he wants you to drop out, he's suggested it more times than you can count.

"That right there, that's why I'm frustrated, goddamn it," He says with an exacerbated sigh. He moves one hand from your shoulder to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Why don't you get it? Dropping out isn't the end of the world. Just quit and stay home. Done. Easy."

"It's not that easy... I want to get a good job and help out too, you know..."

It's true that you want to pull your weight around your shared home. With your combined income, it'd make everything easier. But... with how shitty college makes you feel, leaving you beaten down and tired by the end of the day...

You find yourself listening to Jimmy on this for once.

He can tell you're seriously contemplating it this time, which makes him feel... more in control. He's got you thinking and believing exactly what he wants you to. Soon, he'll be able to get you to obey him without another word from you.

The thought of having you as his subservient, stay at home girlfriend is more than appealing. It's his goal to mold you into what he wants you to be.

"Yeah, yeah, I get that, I know. But you're stressing yourself half to death, and for what? Some stupid degree? Listen to me, I'm not gonna ask you again. You're just creating problems that don't need to exist. Just quit. You'll have plenty of free time that you can spend with me."

You can't deny how tempting the idea is. Hesitantly, after several moments of pondering the hypotheticals and what-ifs, you speak up,

"...I guess... dropping out wouldn't hurt too much."

He perks up at that, barely being able to contain a delighted grin. You're actually putting him and his wants first, and acknowledging that he's right. You're doing as he says, without any of the usual arguing or excuses. He'll finally have his dream complaisant, docile girlfriend to come home to every night.

It only took a month or two to finally get you to cave. You'll be easier to control from now on. Hell, maybe you'll lose some weight with some free time on your hands, stop wearing that shitty makeup...

"Good girl," He says in a patronizing tone, like he's addressing a child, "That's what wanna hear."

God, you really hope this isn't a bad idea. Jimmy looks pleased for once, so...

This decision can't possibly ruin your future too badly, right?

—

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

You mentioned how you never expected coming back to NRC to teach. What made you make the decision to do so?

If he doesn't scare you, no evil thing will.

A thoughtful look had clouded Crewel’s features. He lacked his usual fierceness, the red-hot fire he often lashed upon students.

“When I graduated Night Raven College, teaching was the last thing on my mind. The idea of spending my life surrounding by inexperienced, yapping pups was not appealing in any way.

“I had a successful career in the fashion industry all set up. This was no thanks due to my own talents, but also the connections I had made through my fourth year internship. I was quickly picked up by a high-end fashion company as one of their new designers. Happily employed… for a while.”

“What changed?” Your question was tinged with concern.

“Nothing did. And that’s the problem, pup. My aesthetic sense was as sharp as ever, but the longer I worked there, the more I felt as though I was lacking something. That some part of myself was not being fulfilled. I became ravenous for something whose form I did not know.

“Then came the day I was assigned to mentor a new intern. They were a mousy, unconfident thing. Asking many questions, shrinking away when I scolded them. They could hardly stitch together a skirt without their hands shaking! I was not happy with the arrangements and tried several times to pass them off to colleagues. No such luck.

“In spite of that rocky start, their talent was able to blossom quite beautifully. The intern was putting out designs that sold out overnight, dreaming up designs the rest of us couldn’t fathom. They were soon hired by that brand. I felt that hole in my heart recede, and in its place, pride for their accomplishments.

“It happened at a company-wide holiday celebration. My mentee from before—now a coworker—came up and expressed their gratitude to me. ‘Without Crewel-senpai, I couldn’t have come this far! You should consider taking on more students. They would learn a lot from you.’

“That’s when I realized what I had been seeking all that time. A place where I would be able to see consistent change and growth… That would be the very same place I had graduated from.

“Not long after that, I submitted my letter of resignation and returned to school to earn my teaching degree. From there, the rest was history.”

His laugh was a soft yet airy, buoyant with nostalgia.

You couldn’t recall when you had last seen him this way. So soft.

"You could say that teaching called out to me,” Crewel shrugged, as though the answer were simple. “I answered that call.”

[ebonyslasher]

Scary, Spicy, and Sweet?

Synopsis: You work as a new Nurse in Smith's Grove after finding a passion working with mentally ill patients. Impressed with your skills, Dr. Loomis assigns you to the infamous Michael Myers. His terrorizing activities take an odd, sexy turn that surprises you.

This will be split into two parts. The second part will have 18+ scenes.

This is a request from soooo long ago for @hdhhffgjdhdhdbdbd. I do hope that you enjoy

---

Smith’s Grove Sanitarium.

The big hulking prison-like facility was a new work home for you. A new 40 plus hour workweek included treating and restraining the mentally insane. 

It sounded intimidating, but after dealing with the general public for 4 years, this feels like it would be easy. You graduated with your nursing degree with the intention of becoming a registered nurse (RN) and working your way up into a management position. After rotating through several departments within the 4 years of being an RN, you found a distinct passion working in the mental health floor. This prompted you to get your Psychiatric Mental Health Nurse Practitioner (PMH-NP) license to work in a mental health facility. This is where you ended up, with a shiny new position at Smith’s Grove.

You were already assigned to a young man named James Gary (15), who often suffered hallucinations and delusions from his extreme schizophrenia. The young boy would often have outbursts and try to combat what he saw and heard. His family was overwhelmed with trying to care for him and decided to dump him into this facility, after a particularly traumatic event involving his little sister. It was sad, but not uncommon for families to do so. 

James was known to be hostile after a few days with a nurse. However, he seemed to be quite pleasant and sweet after you started working with him. Throughout the rest of the 6 months of working with him, he’s had significantly less outburst. A few of the doctors that heard of this figured you were very skilled and were impressed with how you handled him. You,however, thought it was mostly due to James having a crush on you. He would often try to flirt with you, even though you’ve obviously dodged his advances. 

A particular psychiatrist, Dr. Loomis, took interest in your ability. One day he approached you on transitioning to supervising another patient full time.

“Is there no way I could still work with James? He would be heartbroken if I just left him.”

“Young James will be alright. This other patient is a special case that needs expert hands and a strong personality to deal with him.”

“And who is this other patient, Doctor?”

“Michael Myers.”

You were apprehensive to take the transfer. Dr. Loomis did offer a sizable bump in your pay if you switched. However, you recognized that name. Two months ago, a nurse by the name of Susan Dreheary took over his care. Poor thing would often come crying to the breakroom, scared out of her mind. She would complain about how evil and scary Michael was. That he was a terror trying to administer medicine to. One day, she came in with a broken arm and a traumatized look on her face. That was the last you ever saw of her. 

For some reason, the money spoke to you more in your final decision. Nurse Susan was a bit soft and it was her first job out of the program, whereas you had ample experience dealing with combative patients. You figured you would be fine. 

—

Everything about Smith’s Grove was boring. It used to be entertaining to watch the other crazies around the facility, but now Michael couldn’t do that any longer. His latest few stunts landed him being consistently drugged and/or restrained by chains in his room. These attempts didn’t stop him from terrorizing anyone close by. Meaning all the nurses who’ve tried to take care of him. They have been through 3 nurses in the last 3 months, who have quit or seriously gotten hurt.

Michael did not care. He needed some form of entertainment. Scaring people is one of his favorite activities. Unfortunately, the one thing Michael gets bored with is the nurse’s reactions. They all want to act brave and save face when interacting with them. Standing tall with smiles plastered on their faces acting unaffected. They never want to admit that they were terrified of him. 

Each time he were to be treated, they would keep a blank look or smile. Michael would stare, suddenly grab their hand, or loom over them. It would obviously affect them. Their eyes would be wide and a slight tremble would start in their movements. But, most would shakily laugh it off.

His continued actions would escalate in intensity. Sometimes, he would have bizarre reactions just to see Dr. Loomis gaslighting the nurses with his explanation. 

‘Surely Michael Myers, the stone-faced presence of evil, did not smile at you Nurse Eve.’

‘He is incapable of showing emotions, Nurse Lin.’

‘Perhaps you are not a fit for this patient as I thought, Nurse Dom.’ 

Dr. Loomis did not believe Michael to be a visibly emotional being. The doctor has tried for years to get a reaction out of Michael. And none have worked. Why would he start showing emotions to only the nurses? Physical or intimidating attacks and attempts were an expected reaction. But to say he made facial expressions was unfathomable. The doctor could not conceptualize this in his mind.

Michael would get another nurse, he would terrorize them, and they’d be out within about a month. The continuation of a banal cycle of his life. 

Until.

You walk in, small and apprehensive. Michael looks over and you are actually terrified. You hands were shaking. Your eyes would avert when you made eye contact with him. The whole time you say nothing, just nodding along with the directions Dr Loomis was instructing you on. 

For the first time in years, Michael felt giddy. He had to try not to smirk. Finally someone he can play with. 

– 

It's been two weeks, and you still haven't gotten used to Michaels’ presence. That man was a horror. His aura wrapped around you, choking you with how intense and powerful he was. Your nerves were consistently wound up when you walked to his room. Recently, you had to take a muscle relaxer to get rid of the tension pain in your neck. To try to get through his care, you usually let your soul escape your body. This allows you to blank out and get his medicine administered. 

Has he tried to scare you a few times? Yes. Either by intense staring or jerking towards you. You always scream and jump back, which makes him smirk. Satisfaction glows within his eyes.

As the next three weeks progressed, his stares felt different. Still intimidating, that has not changed. But, it may be held more interest. Curiosity. You could be entirely wrong. There have been instances where you felt his eyes linger on certain body parts. Like your breast. Your thighs. And your ass. You figured that he was probably trying to mess with you even more.

On your first day off, you received a call from Dr. Loomis. He requested that you come in to give Michael a quick sedative and watch him throughout the night, as he was being extremely difficult to the staff on call. When caring for Micahel,your shift was always 8 AM to 6 PM. It was currently 4 PM, and he wanted you to work from 7PM to 5 AM. 

Fuck! You were already 4 episodes in the first season of JJK and thoroughly enjoying your home cooked meal. You were about to say no before Dr. Loomis gave you a great offer.

“You’ll get extra pay just for this shift.”

“How much?”

“How’s $80 an hour sound?”

That’s all you needed to hear. You decide to go in.

[minnielvrr]

Flustered

Lee: Felix Ler: Skz Word count: 1.2k

Felix thought it was unfair. Everyone had gotten a turn with the stupid headband. But everyone else was just teased about some silly thing they’d done in the past or in Binnie’s and Hannie’s case, they’d gotten tickle teased until the two were so red they’d had to hide their faces in their hands. It had all been pretty easygoing. So why was it that he noticed the others wearing matching smirks as his turn approached?

Why had they chosen to tell him about all the teasing they’d done when they’d gone camping, bringing up the ‘Your Eyes’ MV, Seungmin and Jeongin even going as far as to play the videos right up in his face. His tongue poked at his cheek in mild annoyance, when he heard Chan’s high pitched giggles in the background followed by an elated cry of, “Oh that’s evil,” and the maknaes wicked cackles as they watched, delighted, at how much the cat ears moved.

Even Hyunjin, that traitor, suddenly jabbed his side, tasering Felix’s waist on both sides and watching their sunshine squirm on his seat in a vain attempt to escape. He knew Felix’s waist was his Achilles heel. Changbin had held his face close as he told Felix exactly what everyone would do to him when he lost, all the ways they’d tickle him, until Lix felt like his face was about the explode from all the blood rushing to his head.

Felix vaguely heard even the staff laughing at his plight and when the timer finally finished counting down his minute, it was obvious he’d lost. “That’s not fair!” He whined out as happy whoops calling for his ‘punishment’ echoed through the spacious room. He didn’t even get to take the headband off, cat ears fluttering to match his racing heartbeat before he was tackled to the floor by a very excited Channie.

“Please go easy on me,” he begged as Chan grinned from his spot on Lix’s thighs and handed the younger’s wrists over to a thrilled puppy who moved to sit on the sacrificial arms, successfully stretching out the poor chick and leaving Minnie’s arms free to wreck the older to bits. Felix giggled nervously, as the others all took their assigned spots around him and Minho called for it to start.

It was bearable at first, with only Channie spidering at his waist as everyone else just rubbed their respective spots as if to soothe their little lee. “Aww look at his ears moving! He likes this.” Hyunjin called out from his seat beside them. That didn’t last long, though, as first Minho, then Changbin and Seungmin started their torture and soon Felix had his head thrown back into Minnie’s lap as he cackled, twisting side to side as Seungmin clawed at his armpits, Channie drilling into his poor sensitive sides and Minho and Changbin squeezing the life out of his thighs.

“Please, nonONO. FUHUHUCK CHANNIE HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEHEASE,” he begged, unable to fully make out his sentence with how much he was laughing. “Look at how much his ears are moving,” Channie giggled out, his cute high pitched sounds smothered by the screaming boy beneath him. Understanding what he meant, however, the leader changed spots, moving to gently massage Lixie’s tummy in a way that somehow still tickled oh so bad. Everyone loved how the ears started moving even more when the tickles toned down, Lino and Binnie having also resorted to scribbling and spidering Lix’s knees. Felix snorted, face scrunched up to form the most beautiful smile, tears tinging the edges of his eyelashes.

After a little longer, everyone stopped to give their ball of happiness a break and Felix blinked away the tears, sweat beading his forehead as he gasped for breath. The sight had Seungmin laughing, pushing the damp hair from Lix’s forehead. When he noticed the Jeongin, Hannie and Jinnie sitting down near his torso, Felix’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Wa-wait, you guys aren’t done? Please nohoho I can’t take anymore~,” he whined even as he subconsciously moved to wiggle his torso, stretching his arms out just a little more. Hyunjin and Innie exchanging amused smiles when they noticed.

“Just for a little while Lix. We’ll be gentle, do you think you can stay still for us until then?” Hyunjin’s soft voice coaxed him and Felix nodded shyly, well aware that everyone knew how much he was enjoying this. “Who wants to see which spots are bad for him and what teases work best?” Seungmin proposed, and a chorus of agreeing voices sealed Lixie’s fate. There wasn’t any order planned as Jeongin, eagerly took a seat on Lix’s hips and smiled his sweet foxy smile at his hyung. The chick giggled in anticipation, shifting around nervously when Innie hovered his hands over his ribs.

Jeongin raked his nails over Lixie’s ribs, loving the way the sensitive boy’s torso jerked away with a snort, squeaky laughter and now more insistent fluttering from the cat ear band that was sitting slightly askew on the blonde’s head. All thoughts of being good and staying still flew out of Lixie’s head the moment Innie’s fingers touched his skin, the only thoughts left being, ’It tickles, it tickles so bad!’. Innie continued that for 30 seconds before moving to let Han have his turn.

Lixie’s deep laughs had spurred on one of Hannie’s rare ler moods. Cracking his knuckles as he sat down on Lix’s thighs, Han leveled a smug look at Felix who immediately shook his head, knowing what was coming. “Hannie, nohoho please, be nice,” he pleaded, giving him the best puppy eyes he could manage, only to be met with an apologetic shaking of Hannie’s head. “Nope, I rarely get to wreck you, so prepare yourself Lix.” He didn’t waste any more time, knuckling deep into Felix’s hip bone. Lix almost died. Loud, boisterous laughter filled the room and Felix fought against Seungmin’s grip on his hands as he kicked and screamed with laughter. "Oh, is this too much? I thought you could handle it with how eager you were earlier."

“Ahahahaha HAHAHANIHIHIE PLEHEASE!” The rest of his words were swallowed by his joyful laughs. "So giggly, aren't you? I guess we'll just have to keep going until you get all those giggles out, hm?” Han was relentless with both the teasing and the tickles as he reached one hands behind him and kneaded Lixie’s hypersensitive thighs, one hand still digging is such an unbearably ticklish manner into Felix’s hip bone. And that was all it took for the boy to go crazy, kicking and thrashing around so hard as he howled with laughter.

Somehow, in a sudden burst of strength Felix managed to rip his hands free from a startled puppy, hands shooting down to tug at Hannie’s fingers on his hips. Han went on for a couple more seconds before letting go and watching Felix yanked Hannie’s hands away from his tingly body. “Plehehehease no mohohore,” he begged, having absolutely so stamina after Han wrecked him. Channie pulled him up, hugging him close and Felix jumped up, locking his legs around Chan’s waist and cuddling him. He leaned into Lino’s touch when the older gently removed the headband and massaged his head. Binnie, Hyunie and Hannie whispering praises at how well he’d done and how proud they were of him while vocalracha started attacking Chan who was now left open thanks to Lix. It was safe to say that their interview ended with plenty of laughs and giggles that day.

[selene-lunette]

Fumito Ueda's interview from the 5th issue of PSM (July/August 2024)

Interview done by John Kaminari for PlayStation Magazine (Italy). I translated it to the best of my abilities.

He who transformed video games into art. "PSM" had the great opportunity to interview Fumito Ueda exclusively, after a silence that lasted many years.

There are giants (colossi) of the video gaming industry who mass-produce games merely to fill a schedule increasingly saturated with cookie-cutter products, and then there are small giants (colossi) like Fumito Ueda who, with only three games under his belt, developed for Sony Computer Entertainment, can undoubtedly be considered among the most talented and innovative game creators of all time. After leaving Japan Studio, Fumito Ueda founded the independent studio genDESIGN which, in the upcoming months, will present us with something that could rewrite the rules of video games yet again, and make our favorite hobby even more similar to a work of art of inestimable value. When we interviewed him he spoke to us about him as a gamer, as a game designer, as an artist and as a person. And he told us many anecdotes that make us understand the reason for some of his choices along his path, even painful ones. Because Fumito Ueda isn't a game designer... he is an artist who makes video games.

When did your "first contact" with video games happen? I think it occured with Block Kuzushi or Space Invaders. I remember playing both around the same time. Back then my parents ran a café and they had these two arcade video games there. However, I only remember playing them a few times.

What was your first experience in the video game industry? I was a computer graphics animator at Warp Co., Ltd.. Before that I had an experience in the creation of computer graphics at a movie company, but that was my first time working on a video game. My first experience with Warp Co., Ltd. involved the movement of the main character Laura in the CG sequence added in the 3DO version of D's Dining Table Director's Cut. However, it consisted of only a few cuts. I later became the main CG animator for Enemy Zero.

What prompted you to start working as a game designer? The reason I left Warp Co., Ltd. was due to the fact I wanted to create works that I had designed myself. I was lucky enough to be able to do this at Sony Computer Entertainment (Sce) and I was assigned the role of game designer and game director.

Did you know from the beginning that you wanted to become a game designer or did you want to take up another career? When I was in college I wanted to become a contemporary artist. The reason I got into the video game industry was primarily to a earn a living. Obviously I loved video games and I was what everyone today would call an "otaku", but back then I wouldn't have thought of making it my career.

Simply put, what kind of person is Fumito Ueda? I'm someone who can't help but feel anxious if I'm not constantly creating, even if it's something small.

How did you get involved with Japan Studio? After leaving Warp Co., Ltd., I had started developing Ico as an independent production, but I was worried because I didn't have enough money. In 1996, while I was looking for a job as a freelance CG artist, I turned to Sony Computer Entertainment. At first I approached Sce with the intention of simply helping out with the CG production for their games, but I was asked if I wanted to continue developing Ico with them, no longer as an independent production but as an internal Sce project. I jumped at this opportunity and a production team was formed. Ico was completed in 2001.

How did the idea of Ico come about? The idea was to create an heroic fantasy game similar in setting to Resident Evil, which had just been released in that period and which adopted a fixed camera system. Furthermore, at the time, I wondered if it would've been possible to feature NPCs' animations (non-playable characters) using an artificial intelligence, like in Ganbare Morikawa-kun No. 2, Hello Pac-Man and Wonder Project J', which I personally liked a lot. Eventually Ico was born.

I think Shadow of the Colossus is the most pioneering game ever made. Can you tell us an anecdote about your production process? While producing the game, I imagined that the henkei collision technique would become common in future action video games. And this was precisely my strongest motivation: to reach the goal faster than anyone else.

[There's a little section explaining the henkei collision technique] What is the "henkei collision"? In Shadow of the Colossus the playable character Wander is able to cling to the bodies of gigantic bosses, which made the interaction with the colossal enemy very "intense" and required a very different method of management and control compared to other video games. In English the term could be translated to "deforming collision".

I heard that the development of The Last Guardian was long and difficult. Without giving too much away, could you tell us what happened during that time? The game development engineers wanted to create something overly sophisticated. Using those various technologies was very difficult (like Ico's hand-holding or the deforming collision from Shadow of the Colossus). I think there hasn't been much investment in the foundations that support that advanced engineering; on the contrary, they were rather neglected and the company management did not fully understand the importance of issues of this caliber.

What impact did the 2011 Fukushima tragedy have on Fumito Ueda's sensitivity as an artist? Immediately after the earthquake I couldn't help but feel a decline in power in the entertainment world... and I'm not just talking about video games. However, I felt that my mission was to continue to fulfill my role and in fact I continued to create. Regardless of the type of "unpredictable" difficulties that one may encounter in life, such as the Coronavirus for example, people adapt to the changing environment and little by little this becomes everyday life again. It is something very precious for us living beings, but also a little scary I would say.

What are your sources of inspiration outside of the video game industry? Are there any artists you particularly admire? I think there has been strong video games influences, but I'm convinced that movies, especially anime, have also greatly influenced my works. Not only by legendary Japanese animators, such as Isao Takahata, Hayao Miyazaki and Yasuo Otsuka, but also by manga and anime artists, both national and international, such as Moebius, Katsuhiro Otomo, Paul Grimault and René Laloux.

Thinking back to the games you created, I can imagine that you have a great appreciation for European art and architecture. Do you also like Italy? I actually don't have much knowledge of European architecture, but I like Italy. I also really appreciate Italian food and have been riding a Vespa for about 35 years. I went to Rome once while I was a member of Warp in 1995 and I visited yet again in 2017.

What do you think is more important to be successful in the video game industry today: money or ideas? Ideas are a means to solve most problems, not just economic ones; I'm speaking in general, not just referring to the world of video games.

What games have you enjoyed in recent years? They are not exactly new releases, but some time ago I was very engaged in Humanity and PowerWash Simulator. The first game embodies the charm of programming, while the second is a game that extracts the principle of pleasure hidden in everyday life.

[Two of his top 3 were also added]

TOP 3: Fumito Ueda's favorite places in Tōkyō 1) Tōkyō Gate Bridge - Reiwa Island 2) Tōkyō's Museum of Contemporary Art 3) Daikanyama Tsutaya Books

TOP 3: best video games of all time according to Fumito Ueda 1) Prince of Persia (1989) 2) Virtua Fighter (1993) 3) Half-Life 2 (2004)

[inkfamy]

You're the person who said we're shipping First Aid with Bruticus now right?

If Bruticus is obsessed with First Aid how does he react to Defensor? Does he just latch on to Defensor's left arm and refuse to let go? Does he go bananas and demand his wife back? Do they walk off into the sunset holding hands?

Also, have the Decepticons ever tries getting a regular ambulance and convincing Bruticus that it's First Aid?

Hello! I'm so sorry for letting this ask languish in my inbox for a month, my brain is made of spaghetti. I am absolutely ecstatic to be the Bruticaid Guy.

I have been percolating on a Bruticaid fic and here's the things your questions alongside the other things swimming around my brain have turned into:

Personally I think Bruticus's feelings of love and affection aren't (initially) very well developed. He feels some kind of possessiveness and protectiveness over his components, because he needs them and knows he couldn't exist without them, and he understands loyalty in the form of his (forced) loyalty to Megatron and by extension the Decepticon Cause. To begin with, he doesn't fully understand love as much more beyond possessiveness and loyalty; he only processes his feelings as a desire to Have this new component, which must be his because why else would he Want it.

I think he's very jealous of Defensor when First Aid is attached, and he mostly wants to get First Aid detached so he can Reclaim His Property. Defensor likely feels a similar way, enhanced by the fact that the Protectobots as a gestalt are very close to one another and none of them would want to see First Aid in the hands of a Decepticon, whether that Decepticon likes him or not. Cue a lot of violent combiner clashing.

I've been thinking SO MUCH about the next part. We are talking G1, so whacky hijinks must ensue. The Decepticons initially just steal a regular ambulance, and Bruticus realises it's not alive as soon as he gets his hands on it. Insert tantrum. Their next step is trying to pass off a Decepticon as First Aid; Dead End gets painted red and white because he's just about the right shape and he's part of a gestalt and maybe that's what Bruticus find so appealing. This one takes a bit longer to work out: probably a few days before the false First Aid is revealed because poor Dead End got dropped in a river and all his paint washed off or something. Even bigger tantrum.

The Decepticons probably get desperate enough that they nab another Earth ambulance, smuggle it to Vector Sigma, and have it brought to life in the hopes that the resulting Decepticon will be a suitable distraction for Bruticus. The poor bot gets called Last Aid, and his only purpose in life is to be a cute little boyfriend. He's a triple changer and turns into an ambulance and a left arm, but he doesn't have a gestalt to bond too.

Last Aid ends up being pretty much Shattered Glass First Aid: he's a classic evil clone, obsessed with First Aid, the Protectobots, and the Combaticons. There's a bunch of nonsense in having to ensure the Combaticons don't know that Last Aid isn't really First Aid, because Bruticus mustn't know. Last Aid gets mostly ignored and his only assigned mission is "keep Bruticus happy". He is absolutely venomous at this being the purpose of his life; he hates the Decepticons and Bruticus. For a while he probably tries to manipulate Bruticus into idk, stomping on the real First Aid so he can take his place, turns up to cause havoc in the Protectobot base, and is generally a funky evil little guy with a kind of sad backstory (but also he is so very evil).

I don't think Last Aid is very nice to Bruticus, and that's probably what eventually reveals the ploy. Maybe he hurts Bruticus somehow and First Aid finds Bruticus injured, and being First Aid he can't not help, but this giant combiner is kind of shying away from him and waiting to get smacked again. Maybe this is the first moment where First Aid isn't scared of Bruticus, and Bruticus learns what being treated gently is like.

At some point Last Aid probably ends up working with Shockwave to try and take over the Decepticons, or otherwise gets kind of incorporated into their medics team (but isn't allowed to work without Hook there, because he Cannot Be Trusted Not To Do Something Horrible).

[starlessleep]

( ahn jae hyun, 135, cis man, he/him ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that SIMON MUHN is a CULINARY SPECIALIST that works in SECTOR 2. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of MEDIUMSHIP. That must be why they’re TIDY and COLD. If you ask me, they remind me of long shadows, yellowed newspaper, & lingering cigarette smoke. They are affiliated with the MONTELL SYNDICATE

basic information

character name: Simon Muhn nickname (s): n/a face claim: Ahn Jae Hyun mutation status: Mutant Birthday: December 31 Sexuality: Pansexual moral alignment: Lawful Evil Occupation: Culinary Specialist work sector: Sector 2 affiliation:Montell Syndicate 3 positive traits: Contemplative, discreet, efficient 3 negative traits: Blunt, cruel, cynical

biography:

tbw

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?

Simon is older than Sol City. He's watched it build from the ground up. He's not scared of the outside of the city, but mostly can't be bothered to go anywhere else.

do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not?

No. He can count on one hand the amount of people he trusts - and no one on the council makes that list. His entire life has been spent watching people fall. He knows it’s only a matter of time before the council joins those ranks.

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?

Originally, Simon used to work as a professor in Sector 5. Against his own wishes, he was banned from the sector and reassigned to another position based on his skills. As a decent cook, he was assigned to food - which he doesn’t care for in the slightest.

what’s one object that they always keep on their person?

In his pockets or on his person, a book, a pack of cigarettes, and a singular silver chain necklace can always be found. He doesn’t have many other sentimental belongings.

what is your character’s ability (or abilities)?

Mediumship - Simon has the ability to see ghosts all the time. Its a power that can’t be turned off or on, they’re always there, lurking around every corner.

are they gen i or gen ii?

Gen I

what can your character do? what are their strengths?

Plain and simple, Simon can see ghosts all around him, almost like people. He’s unable to stop seeing them, and they can be easily confused with normal people.

With his physical mutation, Simon also has the ability to phase through walls and lose his corporeal form

what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses?

Ghosts are always around. Simon has no way to turn off the ability. He can try to summon ghosts, but it’s really just like making a phone call - he can’t force them to listen or appear.

His physical mutation also can’t exactly be controlled. He may become incorporeal at seemingly random and, as a result, finds it difficult or near impossible to interact with the surrounding physical world.

is there anything else you’d like to specify about them?

The x-virus mutated Simon beyond just being able to see ghosts. It essentially turned him into a ghost. As a result, he occasionally becomes incorporeal and no longer seems part of this world. His body produces a constant ectoplasm, and when he is corporeal, his internal temperature is drastically lower than considered normal.

[alpydk]

Cabinet of Oddities -Part 1 - TavxGale (Fanfic)

I have decided to jump on the actual story bandwagon with my changeling Nana (tav). Honestly, I love her too much so here is part 1

Summary: "Mamma, I believe that creature is a changeling: she is a perfect cabinet of oddities, but I should be dull without her; she amuses me a great deal more than you or Lucy Snowe." - Villette - Charlotte Brontë Nana is a changeling who has done an excellent job keeping this quiet. After spending her life alone she comes across a group of adventurers looking to save themselves from their new parasites. She follows after them, humouring herself with their remarks and eventually thinks, is being alone really worth it?

Ao3 Link

It had been two days since the changeling Nana woke up on the Sword Coast. Her head was spinning and body aching after the Nautiloid crashed. She could feel the tadpole twisting and turning in her skull and no matter the form she took, it was still there. “Well, this is certainly a new one.” she said out loud to herself. After living alone for so long, without conversation with others, talking to herself had become a regular occurance. Maybe she had gone a little mad over time or maybe she no longer cared about looking strange. Either way she’d been happy residing alone in her swamp, reading a journal for what seemed like the a millionth time, when suddenly she had found herself upon the mindflayer ship. The next thing she knew it was falling from the sky and she was clinging onto the edge of the pod by her fingertips.

Nana could not believe she was still alive. She ran her hands along her body looking for any signs of injury before looking around the area. “Elf?, check, human?, check, me?, check. That’s the important ones ready and able.” She morphed through various personas as she spoke. It was easy and natural to her as breathing. “Ok, let’s go!” she exclaimed before wandering along the coastline aimlessly. Bodies were scattered around, clearly victims of the crash. Her life had always been one of scavenging and hunting so checking for trinkets and supplies was nothing new, she just had to make sure they were dead first. 

She would come upon a body and give it a kick with her boot first before then checking the pockets and any bags, making sure not to make eye contact with the corpse. People looking at her, no matter her form, had always made her feel uncomfortable. It was as if they knew what she was and they were trying to find her weakness. Too many times had she been hunted down, people believing the unfactual books, or confusing her with a doppelganger. This is what had driven her to a life of solitude, only appearing in more common forms to trade with the nearby villages.    

She continued to trek for three more days before eventually coming across a band of adventurers. She watched them with great interest as they argued over different topics, Mindflayers, The Grove, spellings of names. How anyone could spell the name Will wrong, she didn't understand, but despite all this she continued to follow them. She had enjoyed watching people from afar for most of her life. She liked to assign them backstories. Was that elf secretly a spy? Or maybe that gnome was a cursed giant. She’d write in her journal all the conversations she’d observed and then play them out acting each part in a different form. Sometimes she would insert herself in the stories she made for them. Maybe she would marry a handsome knight or be saved from an evil wizard. It wasn't a lonely life, at least not in her eyes. Things were simply safer this way. 

And so after seeing this strange party, she continued after them. Watching them, listening, writing down their conversations. I’ll say one thing for our troupe - we’re not short on drama. She enjoyed this individual the most. The one in the purple who spoke so elegantly. She liked the way his voice lilted up and down and how his face would scrunch when he was unimpressed with something. Her evenings were filled flicking back and forth between forms, one moment as this man and the next as a dark haired half elf.

“You seem to know a good deal about our condition, Gale.” The half-elf’s voice was all high and regal. Nana morphed quickly, her physical body changing to that of the human wizard and her voice altering, becoming deeper and more suave. “Everything, really - not to put too fine a point on it.” She changed back to the half-elf just as quickly with a smile on her face. “A humble specimen, aren't you?” She laughed at herself at the newfound amusement and turned back again. “On occasion.” 

“These people are much more interesting than villagers,” Nana confirmed to herself. She knew that she would have to meet them. They had far too many stories amongst themselves and upon hearing how accepting they were of the vampire elf they had picked up, a very small hope rose up that maybe they would accept her too. She transformed herself into a human, braided her long blonde hair and armed with her preferred green eyes, she slowly approached the campsite. 

[mukdee-art]

꧁༒•𝕲𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕲𝖚𝖎𝖉𝖊•༒꧂

Height: 5’10’’ (178cm)

♱ Backstory ♱

Gabriel (goes by Gabe) used to be an archangel fighting demons in heavenly battles, but he was demoted and changed to a guardian angel for his aggression and bloodlust. He was a relatively high rank before his demotion and there was likely some foul play that caused it, as killing demons is what he was made to do. How could he be demoted for a little extra violence? Since most angels have the same occupation for eternity, when Gabe became a guardian angel, he wasn’t assigned to a human for life. Instead, he works as a guardian angel “for hire”, protecting humans from demons and evil spirits on earth on a contract basis. When Gabriel was sent to earth as a punishment for his conduct, his wings were cut off as, unlike archangels, guardian angels have no physical manifestation of wings in order to better blend in with humans. This led to a deep depression for him. Gabe was partnered with an already established Guardian Angel, Raguel in hopes that he could be straightened out. They share an apartment together and couldn’t be more different from one another, but they have slowly formed a strong brother-ship.

Unfortunately, Gabe isn’t the most morally sound of the angels and this leads to many conflicts between him and Raguel, as Gabe smokes and drinks and parties a lot and doesn’t take his work very seriously. This is mostly to distract himself from his grief of losing his rank as Archangel, as he lived for the battle and based a lot of who he was on his role in it, considering himself one of the best of the warrior archangels and feeling incompetent now that the importance of his work has (in his eyes) dropped so low. He hides this by overall acting very smug and sarcastic, as if he hasn’t a care in the world, but he feels the longer he is on earth, the softer he gets, which he hates. Another part of his persona/defense is his constant shit-eating grin. Once this fades away, you know things are getting real with him. He keeps a chain on his pants with the teeth of some of the demons he’s slain as trophies and when he got to earth, he got his wings tattooed on his back in memory of what he once was.

♱ Personality ♱

♱ Cocky, lazy, and a smug asshole

♱ Surprisingly good at sensing and obeserving a situation. Very good instinct.

♱ Hates showing any sign of weakness

♱ Hobbies/Stuff He Likes ♱

♱ Going to clubs/bars

♱ Skateboarding (especially dangerous stuff like rooftop skating)

♱ Dancing at clubs (he’s probably not the one in the dance circle, but you bet he’s out there groovin with his drink or something)

♱ Flirting

♱ Killing demons/fighting (helps him blow off steam)

[jin-leizu]

( gong li, 56, cis woman, she/her ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that JIN LEIZU is a DESIGNER / PURVEYOR OF FURS that works in SECTOR 10. That must be why they’re CALM and CYNICAL. If you ask me, they remind me of ragged mutant fur shaped into something decadent, diamond bright condensation dripping down an ice cold glass of vodka, and the iridescent carapace of a beetle pinned to a board. They are affiliated with THE DEMOCRATIC COUNCIL.

basic information:

character name: Jin Leizu

nickname (s): Don't.

face claim: Gong Li

mutation status: Human

birthday: jan 2nd

sexuality: undecided

moral alignment: Lawful evil

occupation: Councillor / designer / purveyor of furs

work sector: 10

affiliation: Democratic Council

3 positive traits: Calm, sophisticated, discreet

3 negative traits: Cynical, haughty, vindictive

biography (optional):

tw: insects, animal cruelty

Leizu was born into a family of silk manufacturers, in a settlement quite far from Sol City. She learned to walk among the quiet pupating silk worms, doomed to die before they could ever take wing. A little thing like armageddon wasn't going to stop the Jins, either. Some of their silk worms survived, with fascinating and terrifying mutations. Silk manufacture stopped for nobody.

Her first hobby was lepidoptery, and it is something she does to this day. Her rooms are full of insects pinned to boards, and she has a particular love of mutated insects. Viewing these little life forms through such an analytical lens turned her into a callous little girl, and a callous young woman. Leizu didn't want to inherit an empire, she wanted to build her own.

So she set out, with a gun and a dream! Roamed the wastes shooting and skinning mutated beasts, turning their hides into garments of beauty. What's this, I hear you say? It's too hot in Australia for fur garments? Leizu doesn't care! She'll look fabulous at any cost and thinks you should too. Her cold heart stops her from overheating anyway <3 haha.

When she first came to Sol City with a bundle of furs, she was assigned to work in a textile manufacture factory (insulting). As soon as she could, she made the move to sector 10 where she could pursue her passion for fashion. Fur is her favourite, but she uses other fabrics too because sometimes you have to think a bit practically in order to turn a profit.

One problem was that within the walls of Sol City, it was harder to come by things to shoot. Leizu needed more power to truly build her fur empire, so she set her sights on the council. By that I mean, the previous councillor for sector ten went to a dinner party at hers. Shortly after, he fell mysteriously ill and passed away. Definitely no connection between those two events. With a spot available, Leizu campaigned hard and got voted in. She's continued to get voted in for several decades now : ) if she worries she's not going to get the votes, then the nice thing about being in the luxury business is having enough cash to buy your way.

With her power, she passionately fights for import/export policies. She's not seen her family in decades but she still really wants to crush their textile empire beneath hers. She also tends to convince mutants to go out into the wastes and hunt cool furry beasts for her. She'll do the skinning and stuff! She just needs lackeys to bring back the goods. She's also very bribeable. She's simply a material girl in a (non)material world!

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?

Loves it! Sol City is her playground, she takes everything she wants from it. It also gives her distance from her parents, and they're so old they probably won't be alive much longer anyway. Why does Leizu have such beef with them, despite them spoiling her rotten? She's just like that. They taught her to crush the competition, and she views everyone as competition.

do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not?

No. She's on the council, but they don't always agree with her and she is in fact often outvoted on vital matters like upping the export of luxury goods, which is terrible.

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?

She did, and she chose it because all she ever wanted was to tear beasts apart and make beautiful clothes. If you crack a Cruella joke, you won't be the first.

what’s one object that they always keep on their person?

The fang of the first beast she killed out on her own. It is larger than her thumb, yellowed and vicious looking. She drilled a hole through it so that she could thread a chain through it, but she doesn't actually wear it because that would be gaudy. But she likes the idea of it, anyway. There is a groove rubbed into its side from years upon years of Leizu running her thumb across its surface in a repetitive motion that she finds grounding.

[miccasss]

The Blood of a Friend

     I’ve always had a soft spot for those who practice witchcraft. Virtually everyone in that community has experienced some form of rejection from the people who represent Jesus. The people who preach love treat us like outcasts. Then where are we supposed to go? Where should we turn? Who will take us in? Satan right? 

     I love the people who are different -like me. I have always been more accepted by them. They’ve shown me love when a “believer” never would. The broken and the outcasts flee to the fallen in this world. Our demons are more willing to hold us as we cry for hours on end for days, while the “Christians” scoff, and laugh and say things like, “They had it coming!” where are we supposed to go? We the broken. Why did they treat us so badly, are we really that different? 

     But upon entering the demonic side of the spirit realm some people won't share their crafts. They want to hide it in their tall towers of pride. In their dark rooms with pretty candles. With the demons, they know and love. They look at you and realize that you are different, but unsure how. They’ve determined that you are not evil. Just defective. What’s seen as defective the demons consider a threat. One of their demons hand-picked me to die with relentless pursuit. Do with that knowledge as you will. 

There is no place for me, I am too dark for the Christians, and too light for the witches. My sense of belonging can no longer come from any human love. It’s lonely here. 

     The close relationship they have with these demons causes them to mindlessly listen to everything their beloved demons say; If they’re even aware of his manipulative mind control. Could I blame them? Debtors to their demons, to whom they found refuge. To the best of their knowledge, “He would never lie to me” is so bittersweet for them. Why would they question him? After all, I would probably believe the same thing if my demons hadn’t tried to kill me. 

     Listening to my demon's beautiful voices accompanied by beautiful songs and music they created. A warm and comforting voice that I had always known. Gives me kisses before I go to sleep at night. Isn't he beautiful? I did fall into the same thing in my own way, so who am I to judge? The moment your demons almost killed me will stay with me. Sending different demonic assignments my way as they work to destroy me from the inside out. 

To Be Continued…

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen) - Extra

It was no coincidence when he caught your eyes that day. 

Nor was it when you found him some time after.

“I knew you’d find me.”

His home resided on a hill, very much like the one you had.

“Was it all real? Is this real or is it just an illusion?”

You took a seat next to him on the floor of his living room.

“It’s all real. This is your desire made real. It’s the new reality. This is your life now.”

He figured as much.

“I’m sorry for the pretense.” You apologize.

He couldn’t really bring himself to be offended. You didn’t owe him anything. This whole time you’d held all the power. He just wondered why you decided to grant his selfish wish rather than just rid the world of the tainted humanity.

Surely that would have been much easier for you.

“You don’t have to explain yourself. I guess I should have been more conscious. You were right, I’m not the strongest.”

You nod.

“Neither am I.”

That caught his attention.

You look up.

“I was assigned this planet to cleanse. That day you saw me, I was contemplating what the best route was. It was a decision only I could make, but I wasn’t sure what the right one was. There was still good, but also so much hate and evil. When the stream of power was distributed it was meant to assist humanity, but they exploited everything. I felt like I’d failed so terribly.”

He could see the clear despair on your face.

“I was distracted that night. Not that I was ever in any danger. But then you showed up and for the first time in a while I felt hope. It was very entertaining the way you threatened to find me. I’d never met such an intriguing human before.”

Gojoe smiled.

“Everything about you reflected what I wanted humanity to look like. A spark of hope and a need to protect those weaker. You could have led a similar life to your friend, but you decided to continue to chase after a world of peace even when it was fully out of your grasp. Your choice to help instead of harm, it’s what saved humanity."

He wished he could take all the credit, but everyone that he tried to protect, that’s what made him want to keep going.

Keep fighting.

“When you told me your wish, I was certain you would say you wanted more power or strength to overcome your problems. But instead you asked for peace. That’s when I made my choice.”

Gojo scratched his head with a laugh.

“I should have asked for a lifetime of free ramen then too huh.”

You laugh along with him.

“I suppose that would not have been too bad either.”

Your little blissful sounds quieted.

This was all he could ask for. Although he no longer possessed the powers he once had, everyone was here and safe. He could not hope for much more.

“I guess this time you owe me.” 

It’s a casual tease that you make.

You turned your head to poke his arm, but he took your wrist lightly and leaned in. Your eyes grew wide at the softness his lips provided when they made contact with your own. When he pulled away, it was as if his eyes were glowing. You could only stare.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

You were speechless.

Touching your lips, you blushed looking down.

“This has..never happened before.”

Gojo smiled.

“Such a powerful deity has never been kissed? I’m surprised.”

He expected you to fire back some kind of embarrassed retaliation, but you were still looking at him in awe. His smile slowly fell, and he felt himself tempted to lean in again.

“Would you..like another?”

You bit your bottom lip, and your body gave off a faint pink glow that mirrored your cheeks. You were completely red.

Gojo couldn’t seem to stop himself. He moved in again, and this time your lips parted in surprise. The sudden added weight caused you to lose balance, and you fell back. Gojo wasn’t deterred. He linked his fingers with your own, kissing you so desperately. Your eyes were shut as your body trembled slightly at each tender stroke of his tongue.

“I..can’t think straight..”

You were stunned that you could fully form a conscious breath. His tongue was relentless with its ministrations. When his hand found its way under your shirt, your brows knitted and you released a soft mewl. Gojo finally allowed you a chance to breathe, and you were panting as his lips changed direction.

“I was right..you’re cute just like a bunny..”

He muttered into your skin. You released a soft moan with every kiss he left on your neck.

“G-Gojo..”

He moved back to meet your gaze, smirking at how flustered you’d become.

In a perfect world he would have kissed you sooner. Now that he has just that, there’s no reason for him to hold back.

“I intend to fully repay my debt to you.”

You stammered when his hand drifted lower.

“W-Why does this feel more like a punishment than a reward! W-Where are you putting your hands you p-pervert!!”

Gojo grinned.

He would indeed live this life to the fullest. 

[demon-blood-youths]

An Officer's Corruption: Sinful trails of the six claws OVA - Part One

Hi everyone! This is me. I got inspired from reading @the-silver-peahen-residence's drabbles on An Officer's Corruption parts. Here are the parts that Peahen wrote so far and there will be more coming.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

This drabble is going to be ova series of An Officer's Corruption series since will have parts related and unrelated.

Anyway! Enough of that. Here's an intro to the OVA. This is a short introduction so there will be more parts after this.

---- Warning ---

Mature content

Implied Violence

Hilarity.

---- Guest Stars ----

Midoriya and Bakugo from MHA ( This is a version which has Evil!Midoriya sorta... )

Atsushi Nakajima from BSD

Rin Ostuma from Blue Exorcist

Ren from Persona 5

Denji Hayakawa from CSM ( All of them above forms a gang )

Yuji and Megumi from JJK ( They're also prisoners as well. ) All canon muses above are rped by Peahen herself! )

Kisho Hashimoto ( My JJK OC from @chunibyo-x-sorcerer, he is in the same group as Yuji and Megumi )

Jinx, an OC from @the-silver-peahen-residence and leader of the Cursed Vixens.

Ira 'Kali' Vin Shia, Vanity 'Ink' Vanguard, and Kinie Ger are my OC muses.

---- Summary ----

Ink Vanguard has been assigned to a prison known for holding the most dangerous individuals. Not only that, she is there to look over and monitor six individuals especially. The Six Claws. How would Ink do on her first day upon entering the prison and who are the Six Claws?

----

Ever since Ink was transferred to a new prison, Ink already missed her fellow officers. She wonders how they're doing. From what she heard, Rust is looking after a prisoner named Davion, a fellow dragon-like herself. Something about a bounty hunter hunting down criminals but end up running into trouble.

Plus, Shdwkyz is in charge of a prisoner that is a bat or...man bat??? Something regarding vigilantism? Oblivion got transferred dealing with a girl who has power over poison. Or was it she was working with her? Ink can't remember but she gotta ask.

But at least Kali and Jinx are going with her. They also have prisoners assigned to them. Jinx has a prisoner nicknamed the Wild Tiger of the West who just assaulted a police officer after a raid on an illegal fighting gambling den. It won't last long since this guy Yuji Itadori has an older brother getting him a lawyer so it might be temporary. Jinx is there to make sure no fights break out involving the tiger.

Kali has a prisoner but she wouldn't tell her so Ink is not going to bother her. The warden of that prison is named Kinie Ger. Taz's older sister.

Once Ink arrives to the office, Kinie Ger is waiting inside.

"So you must be the famed Van Ink the Dragon. Known for your....many arrests and some complaints." Said Kinie Ger, reading her file. Ink grins, "That I am!"

"And you managed to keep a prison from rioting and preventing a prison breakout."

"Yep! Though..it's a crazy story!" Said Ink. Kinie Ger hums. "Anyway...I get straight to the point." Kinie Ger puts down the folder, "I want you to look after six individuals known for their misdeeds. They have been arrested for their specfic crimes. Not all of them are in the same gang but a group formed together. They became the worst group in history."

"They are named as the Six Claws in this prison and they basically controlled most of the prison despite my authority." Kinie Ger growls, "These fiends already scared off four officers before you. They couldn't endure them. So I hope you last longer than them!" She said. "Now...do you have any other questions?!"

Ink stood there with a smile on her face, making Kinie Ger stared. Why is she thinking right now!

"Sure!" Ink smiles as if there is nothing wrong with this. Kinie Ger had to make sure, "And you're prepared?"

"Yep!" Ink said. "These guys sound like they're super strong! I think I can got them!"

"Right.." Kinie Ger gets up and proceeds to hand them a handbook. "Here! Read this and tell me you understand all of it. If you have any questions, please ask."

"Okay, okay~!" Ink nods as she reads the content of the book, regarding the profiles of each prisoner of the Six Claws. Okay..so these are the guys. And... "Huh? Are they all different people and having nothing to do with each other?" Ink asked.

"They are. Most people form groups due to identity and background so they won't fall prey to other prisoners. Six Claws aren't that different and ever since their leader came here. He forms the best of the best or rather the worst of the worst. Prison is where Six Claws isn't the only thing you have to worry about. Other gangs in this prison have some beef with them but don't get your hopes up, they won't mess with them and won't help you unless they benefit from getting payback or something serious goes down in here. Understood?"

"Right..." Ink nods. After reading and such, she grins, "Okay! I'm good to go!"

"Perfect. Let's introduce our new officers to the prison. Make sure to give your best impression."

------ Tasmania Yard -----

Outside the yard, prisoners were hanging out in the yard. Some are playing on the field, some are having a conversation on the seats and some are doing exercise with the exercise equipment. Sitting on the stands is Yuji Itadori with his friends, Megumi Fushiguro and Kisho Hashimoto. They were thrown in here due to their affiliation as they both in the same fighting gambling den.

"This sucks..." Kisho grumbles. "How long does it take?"

"Just shut up and wait, Kisho. It takes time." Megumi tells him to which Kisho pouts. Itadori Yuji, a young man with pink hair, nicknamed the Wild Tiger of the West has a diagonal scar between his two eyes and a small left labial commissure of the mouth. He is closing his eyes as he sighs, "It's fine, Fushiguro. Kisho has a right to worry. I can't believe that the police busted us though. My brother, Sukuna might find a way to get us out of here. We just need to keep our mouths shut and listen to the lawyers. That's what he told us." Itadori sighs.

"Hm." Megumi hums, "In the meantime...we have to-"

It was relatively peaceful until doors were burst open making the prisoners alert as some of them jumped.

"Ah shit...it's them, again." Said Kisho while Megumi nudged an eblow at his side, hushing him to be quiet or else they will get attention on them.

Six young men walked through the yard and already...the prisoners there are already looking down and not meeting their eyes.

"We have to deal with them." Megumi whispered to Itadori while the tiger looks towards the group. The Six Claws. A gang founded in prison. The six got the name as they are now the dangerous gang in this prison. He heard about them from his brother and even he told him to be careful.

He heard the stories about them from other prisoners.

Up first is Denji Hayakawa, a known pervert and is known for slaying demons for hire. He was sent here after he killed a mafia gnag that was known for illegally smuggling demon remains. Their partnership went south and Denji killed all of them after the mafia were turned into zombies. Itadori heard his main choice of weapon are chainsaws. He is very tenacious and scared off female officers from here with his lecherous nature.

"Hey! Out of the way! We're walking here!" Denji barked at the prisoners to which they became startled.

Second is Atsushi Nakajima, known as the White Tiger. Interestingly, Yuji heard that this guy can turn into a big monster tiger. A weretiger. He was sent here after killing a bunch of farm animals and harming a lot of people. He killed several poachers inside a forest he called home. "Now, now, there is no need for that, Denji." Atsushi said, patting him on the back. "You just need to show instead of tell." He smiles with closed eyes, looking towards the two prisoners with a look before opening his eyes that look to be a tiger's, scaring them off.

"W-we're sorry!" Cried the prisoners making Atsushi chuckle. A groan is heard behind the two.

"Hey you two. What if they don't listen? You two need to punch them if they don't get out of the way." Said another man who has a dark blue hair and has a black long tail. This man is named Rin Okumura aka Son of Satan. Known for beating up a lot of guys and sending them to the hospital with serious injuries. He fought a huge biker gang and he was the last one standing on a pile of knocked-out guys. One time, he was arrested for certain arson incidents and sent here. "What's wrong, man! Are you too tired after jacking off?! Rin asked Denji.

"Ha?!" Denji responded with annoyance. "I could of punch them but I don't feel like it, okay. I bet you didn't punch because you're so tired all the time."

"Fuck off, Denji." Rin rolls his eyes while another man wearing glasses as he had that cool exterior around him.

"What's so funny, four-eyes?!" Denji asked.

"Oh nothing."

"Ren...if you got something to say, say it!" Denji said. Ren Amamiya, known for being an infamous thief. A gentleman thief. He is good at stealing and he runs a band of thieves like himself called the Phantom Thieves of Heart. Since his arrest, nobody has found his gang or his stash of stolen treasures. That's why he was sent here. Some say that he's a kleptomaniac.

"Hey, you! You got a smoke?" A spiky blond with red eyes stares down a timid prisoner. A new fish. "I-I...no...sir. I don't. S-sorry." Said the new fish. The blond groans, "Shit, really? Oh well."

"Y-yes...really." The timid prisoner nodded with a nervous smile on his face. This got the blond to frown and his eyes narrowed. "What's so funny?"

"F-Funny?" The prisoner repeated, still wearing a nervous smile.

"Yeah. Are you happy that I won't get a smoke?"

"N-no, I-"

"So why do you have that stupid smile on your stupid face?!" The blond growled. The prisoner gulps, "I-well..you.."

"You what?! You shitty extra!" In the blink of an eye, Bakugo punches the prisoner in the gut before kicking him across the few inches, making the prisoner crash against the gym bars. The prisoner coughs.

"You two extras! Pick this fucking loser up and get him out of my sight!" Bakugo Katsuki ordered the prisoners that kneeled down to their friend. The two nodded, "Y-yes!"

The guard notices this but doesn't do anything because he knows that he is no match for Bakugo and the Six Claws. He is already nervous.

Bakugo Katsuki is known for having anger issues and works as a vigilante to round up criminals. The criminals he caught ended up suffering burns and some hearing loss. He was charged for his illegal activities such as property damage and assault. He's someone to watch out for. But Itadori knew that guy is the least of their troubles, his friend is another story. He is standing while he looks through his notes with a wry smile.

The greenette with the freckles hums, reading a book with a hum. From what he heard, Izuku Midoriya took down criminals and not only that, pro-heroes with questionable histories, a handful of them were killed. Everyone calls him the Second Stain the Hero-Killer. Itadori heard that Midoriya could take down anyone no matter what. He heard that he's scared off many guards from this prison with his deep analysis of people, mostly their names. He always has that glint in his eyes. Regardless, he's the leader of the group.

"Also hey Yuji!" Kisho goes to get Yuji's attention, "Did you hear? We're going to get new guards coming in!"

"Wonder how long they last?" Megumi muttered, drinking his coffee can. "The last one who looked after the Six Claws didn't last a week," Megumi recalled. "Plus I heard there's one assigned to you, Itadori."

"Wait...really?" Itadori blinked with a brow raised. This is going to be interesting. Soon, the recess will be over and there will be an announcement by Warden Kinie Ger. They must stay in the yard for further directions.

----- Five minutes later -----

All the prisoners gather in front of a stage, forming in lines of rows and columns in an orderly fashion. There is Warden Kinie Ger is standing and in the back, guards are standing. Izuku noticed that there were three new faces.

"Prisoners!! As all you heard, we have new guards!" Kinie Ger informs them, "Now I don't want any funny business like a few certain incidents!" Kinie Ger eyed Izuku especially while Izuku gave her an 'innocent' smile. Kinie Ger scoffs.

"Anyway here are your new guards so you can get some self-acquitance with them." Said Kinie Ger before snapping her fingers.

Three came forward. All three are beatiful young woman in prison guard uniforms and caps. Denji is already grinning, seeing new female guards! Rin gives a look of disgust seeing Denji's reaction while Ren and Atsushi remain indifferent. Bakugo looks like he didn't give a shit while Izuku hums in amusement.

First up is...

"The name is Kali Vin Shia!" Kali Vin Shia said with frown. The young woman has olive skin with golden undertones, as she has long wavy black hair and purple eyes. "I'm the officer from South Manhattan Precinct! Top of my class! And all of you maggots-" Megumi can't help roll his eyes. Yeah, she won't last in here. "Better not start shit with me! I know martial arts! So you better listen to what I said or else! I WILL PUT A FOOT UP YOUR ASS IF YOU DON'T FOLLOW FUCKING ORDERS!!"

Ren can't help but chuckle a little while Rin scoffs. The next up is..

"Hi there! Name's Jinx Violet!" Said the girl with a confident smile. Jinx has medium ivory skin with dark reddish brown hair. "I'm from North Manhattan Precent." She said. Midoriya notes the burned scars, on her elbow and arm. Not only that there appear to be tattoos on her upper arms.

"They look like...vines," Atsushi noted while Midoirya hums.

"As long as we get along, everything will be okay! It's nice to meet you all!" Jinx tells her with great confidence before taking a step back. Kinie Ger nods as if she approves of their introductions. Megumi hums and whispers, "She seems confident." He tells Itadori.

And the last one...

Ink gives a breather and walks forward, ready to give her introduction. However, what happens next is that nobody is prepared for.

"My name is Ink and-" As Ink took a step forward, she stepped on one of her shoelaces from her right shoe. Minutes ago earlier, Kali reminded her to tie her shoelaces before coming up stage but Ink told her that she will do them later. That choice alone to tie them later is her biggest mistake. She steps on her shoelaces and then trips.

Eh? Ink widens her eyes with a dumbfounded look.

Huh? The prisoners stared and what happened next was that Ink tripped, rolled across the stage, and fell from the stage, landing face-first against the ground with a huge thud with her legs dangling forward in the air while her arms were on the floor.

Kisho gasped while Megumi and Yuji winced at the sound of the impact. The Six Claws were in shock and surprise even Midoriya stared in surprised, slowly blinking. Huh? Did that just happen?

Already, other prisoners were going crazy.

"What the hell?!"

"What happened?!"

"She tripped!"

"She just fell off from the stage!!"

"Is she okay?!"

"Damn! She must of landed on her face!"

Kinie Ger sighed, facepalming and the guards were in shock Kali twitched an eye while Jinx gasped, "Ink! Are you okay?!" She yelled. "TALK TO MEEEE!" Jinx yelled in an almost dramatic fashion. Kali curses, "For fuck's sake, this is why I told you to tie your shoelaces!"

She stepped on her untied shoelaces and that's what caused her to trip and fall from her stage??? Atsushi heard this as he didn't believe this.

The prisoners wonder if she is right because it sounds like it hurts from the sound of it. The commotion ceased when they heard a groan from the fallen female guard.

"HIII!" Ink goes to recover by rolling on the side and doing a backflip, "Sorry! The name is Ink! I will be assigned to this prison and watch over you! I'm from the Upstate..and I can't remember!" Ink said with a smile while there was a trickling of blood from her nose. "It's nice to meet you all!" Which got the guards and some of the prisoners almost startled and concerned.

"Uh...officer....you're bleeding!" Kisho yelled. Ink blinks, "Bleeding?" She licked her lips and wiped some blood from her nose with her fingers.

"Oh! Ow...." Ink said blankly with a smile.

OW?! All the guards and prisoners stared at her, hearing that. What's up with that late delay reaction?!

"Anyway! This is fine! Nice to meet you!" Ink waves while Kinie Ger shakes her head. "I will be always here if you need me!"

Six Claws watches her leave, thinking this girl can't be serious about working here, right? Already, they can guess that the guard they will get is Kali based on her attitude. If only they knew.

----- In Holding Cells -----

The Six Claws just found out that Officer Vanguard is assigned to them much to their surprise.

"What the hell is Warden Ger thinking?" Rin asked, tussling his own hair. "She can't be serious about assigning that clumsy lady to us! Did she even read the profiles on us?!"

"I heard from an outside source that Officer Vanguard did and still took the job. From what I heard, Officer Vanguard is top of her class as well and is recommended for this assignment apparentlty.." Ren pushes his glasses up.

"Top of her class? I mean...we all just watch that she just tripped over her untied shoelaces and fell off from the stage, right? This can't be right." Atsushi asked, sweatdropped. "There is no way..."

"As long as she's cute and pretty with those boobs of hers, I'm fine with this!" Denji exclaimed, not seeing a problem. Rin rolls his eyes, "Of course, that's what you thinking, you damn moron!" Rin shouted angrily.

"Who is she, anyway Ren?" Atsushi asked.

"From what I heard about her due to my outside source, she is called Van Ink the Dragon." Ren said. Everyone became silent as they heard that name. "Hold on...." Rin begins, "Isn't that the one who took down several bad guys and worked on a major case taking down that infamous demon hunter, Megan?!"

"Yes! Not only that, she took care of that corrupt pro-hero case and took down a terrorist too." Atsushi added. "We are talking about the same one that was up on that stage? That Van Ink the Dragon?!"

"That's the one and only." Ren nods.

"Woah...she's sexy and sounds freaking awesome!" Denji grinned. Now he can't wait to see her again and up close.

"Fuck that!" Bakugo shouted, getting everyone's attention. "There is no way...that damn extra is the Van Ink the Dragon and some prison guard! This can't be for real."

"Like what the fuck? There is no way that she is our prison guard, right, Deku?" Bakugo refers to his friend by his nickname. Midoriya hums.

"Let's see. This new batch of guards is already interesting, enough. I wonder what powers do they have? Officer Ink already showed me that she is strong." Midoriya smiles slyly. "So if she is what the stories said, then I can't wait to see her again.

And see what she's made of. Midoriya chuckles micheviously.

This prison just got interesting, alright.

To be Continued....????