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lildevyl · 2 years ago

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Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic Chapter 10: On Patrol

Summary: On one of their patrols, Nuke and Ender ran into one of L'Manburg's infamous Vigilantes.

Chapter inspired by Tommy's Ultra-Important Keychain by SeriouslyCalmmitous

TW: Not much in the Trigger Warning area for this chapter. Mention of Anxiety, and some Violence (not major but there is some in this), and Mild Threat.

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR! I'm slowly but surely writing some chapters so I can update weekly again. Not gonna lie, it's getting difficult where I want to go from here. I have ideas but I have no idea on where to put them.

So, if the story seems "Outta Place" in certain areas. I will try to piece them back together. Enjoy!

(East Side)

To say that Tubbo and Ranboo were nervous would be an understatement. Tubbo felt like there were some kind of beehive in his stomach, the way it kept churning. Ranboo’s anxiety kept flaring up, hands shaking, several what ifs kept going through his head. Tubbo’s own anxiety wasn’t much better.

It’s been over a month since both Tubbo and Ranboo had seen Orcus and Siren come out of their apartment. And when Nuke and Ender had asked Arachnid for help. Tubbo secretly hoped that it was literally a misunderstanding on the Syndicate’s part. That they just got the address confused, of their actual healer and wound up stumbling upon Tommy and Siren just used his powers to make Tommy forget the whole thing. But until they hear back from Arachnid, that’s all Tubbo could do, was hope!

Which was why both him and Ranboo were standing on top of one of the apartment buildings on East Side. Both of them needed a huge distraction to try and take their minds off of things until they hear back from Arachnid. Tubbo had his radio out so they could hear what’s going on from the Cops Radios.

“Armed Robbery at 419 Main Street East Side, Monarch’s Clothing. Suspects are armed and need to proceed with caution.” Came over the radio.

Tubbo turned to Ranboo, it was time for Nuke and Ender.

(Monarch’s Clothing)

Earlier that day, Eret was smiling a mile wide as he read the News Report. Two new Vigilantes were in town, Nuke and Ender and so far they made quite a debut! Literally helping out one of L’Manburg’s top twenty Heroes, Arachnid. Well they couldn’t have helped out a better Hero than them! Arachnid was pretty neutral when it came to Vigilantes. Now, if a Vigilante vandalized a certain property like say, Mixer, under a protest. Then Arachnid would arrest the Vigilante or at least attempt to (after they were done laughing his butt off). But if a Vigilante was actually protecting part of the City, then Arachnid would either let them be or actually offer to help.

Eret had to admit, they were actually kinda impressed with the new Vigilantes debut. Not a lot of Vigilantes would take the risk of helping a Hero and being so exposed to the press. Nuke and Ender on the other had no problem in doing just that. With a little more practice and a few more years of experience Eret’s pretty sure that Nuke and Ender could be a good team for East Side.

“Excuse me, sir,” a man in a black pristine suit said, drawing Eret’s attention away from the computer. “Do you know where I might be able to find the owner of this store? I like to talk to her.”

Eret gave a condescending smile to the man. It’s not uncommon for people to assume that the owner of a Fashion Store is a woman. “I’m the owner of this store, and my name is Eret. I also go by they/them.” Eret offered their hand to shake the other guy’s hand.

“Oh of course, of course. My apologies. My name is Gene Torey and I have a proposition for you and your store!” Gene says taking out his business card and handing it over to Eret.

Eret looked at the business card with a grim expression. Ah, yes, he knew exactly who Gene Torey was. He was the owner of Torey’s Fashion Studios, with several stores in West End and the Hero District. There was even talk of him opening up a couple of new stores in the South Bay District. Eret was anything but impressed.

Torey’s Fashion Studio was the utmost scum of the Earth in the Fashion Industry that Eret has ever met! Torey’s would purposely hire new fashion designers straight out of college on internships, get them to sign prenups that their lawyers had drawn and never go over the specifics with the new interns. And literally steal the interns designs!

Eret had the pleasure when one designer sought them out as Baron and explained the whole situation. Torey’s Fashion Studio was holding a brand new intern's designs hostage. It was either signed over the rights to all of their designs to Torey’s Fashion Studio or Torey’s Legal Team was about to Black List the new intern. Meaning that the intern wouldn’t have been able to get a job anywhere in the Fashion Industry.

Oh yes, Eret was very familiar with them. They’re surprised that Torey’s was still around after that scandal had made the news.

“Oh yes, I’m very familiar with Torey’s Fashion Studio. You guys have stores in nearly all the districts. What does this have to do with my shop?” Eret demanded, throwing the pleasantries out the window.

“Well, we like to make your shop one of our own! I think this place has great potential to be even more outstanding, don’t you think?”

“The answer is no! Torey’s Fashion Studio is nothing more than a freakin’ scam in the Fashion Industry! I’m surprised you guys are still around after the Baron exposed you for the frauds that you are!” Eret said leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, well, the Baron ,” Torey spat. “Had made a crucial mistake that came out in the courts. You should really reconsider Mr. Eret. I hate to see anything . . . happened to this establishment . ”

“Are you threatening me?” Eret asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What?! No! Not at all! It’s just that you know, East Side has a high crime rate -”

“Get out!” Eret shouted, shoving Torey out the door. “Get out now!”

(East Side, Later that Night)

Motha was flying around East Side enjoying the cool air under her wings, while patrolling. Motha loved being a Vigilante! It was so freeing and the best part was that she was able to finally do what the damn Hero Committee, the Order, wouldn’t let her do. Be an actual Hero and help save lives. Motha stopped on the roof of some random building and took a few deep breaths. No use in getting worked up over some old memories.

Motha, like her brother Arachnid, signed up for the Hero Program, wanting to actually be a Hybrid Hero to show everyone that you can be something no matter what! Well that dream came crashing down when Motha got a heavy dose of reality. The so-called “Hero Committee” was nothing more than a bunch of old Heroes stuck in their ways!

There was so much politics and certain clicks that you had to be a part of in order to actually be taken seriously. Not to mention that if the Hero Committee deems your power too “Weak” in their opinion, then you either don’t make it in the Hero Program or like what happened to Motha. Just be pushed to the side as a Sidekick!

They didn’t even put her as a Hero but as a “Hero-in-Training.” Translation: “We don’t think your Hero material but since you’ve managed to pass the Hero Program we’re going to have you stick by an actual Hero to learn from.”

Meaning, that you would be put with a Hero and the Hero is your boss and has full control of your pay and what not. And you don’t even get any credit! The Hero that you’re the Sidekick to gets all the credit, all the publicity, all the attention, all the perks, all the praise. Even if you’re the one that saved the day or saved the Hero, you just got overlooked, glossed over, shunned, pretended you were never there.

So, Motha did something that was in the Order’s eyes considered the utmost traitorous and sinful act possible! Next to actually becoming a Villain. ( Huh, I wonder if Mom wouldn’t mind teaching me then? ) Motha actually quit! She left the Hero Tower and became a Vigilante instead. Of course the Order couldn’t take that lying down so what did they do? They kept her on as a “Hero” even though her Prime Damn Hero License expired! They still have her in the system as “Suspended Indefinitely” even though she fully left. Handed in her resignation, flipped the one in charge of the Committee off and stormed out. Never to be returned!

Sure she helped out a few Heroes in battle but that’s because the “Minor” Heroes needed help! The top dogs were too busy doing whatever and of course the Hero Committee would always say, “Help is on the way!” And it would take them a good half an hour or so to finally show up, defeat the Villain and get all the glory while the actual Heroes that did all the work got a slap on the back and half hearted, “Good Job!”

Yeah, to say Motha wasn’t happy or impressed was a freaking understatement! Don’t get her wrong, Motha is super proud of her brother, Arachnid! That dude went through so much just to get where he is! And proved that he’s just as good as the “Dream Team” or whatever they want to call themselves.

Alright Motha, focus! You need to calm down! Yes, no one will hear this inner monolog rant but you need to focus! You can’t stop crime if you're dwelling on old memories. Suddenly a moth appeared and landed on Motha’s extended hand.

“Why hello there! Find anything interesting?” Motha asked. The moth told Motha that there was a store about to be robbed. It spotted a group of thugs heading towards Eret’s!

“Alright let’s go!” Motha said, spreading her wings and taking off.

(Monarch’s Clothing)

It had been a long day! Eret was still fuming from the audacity of Torey! Oh Eret knew perfectly well what the so-called “Critical Mistake” was. Torey’s Lawyers wound up scaring a few of the interns and literally paid for their silence and to drop the charges. Luckily they weren’t able to scar them all off and the court proceedings went off without a hitch. It was one of the most publicized court cases ever!

Eret had nearly gotten themself arrested just by showing up at the Courthouse in full costume as Baron. Luckily the Heroes understood that Baron was there for the Witnesses and was a Witness themself. It was difficult when both Eret and Baron had to be at the Courthouse. Good thing Eret was on Neutral Terms with a lot of Villains and the more “Villainess” Vigilantes. Jester and McCormick had saved their butt during those times.

Oh Eret couldn’t wait to finally take down Torey’s Fashion Studio and expose them for the frauds that they are! After saving and sending their reports to their bookkeeper, shutting everything down and locking the safe and Office up. Eret was about to lock up and then head home, when a crash from the front of the store caught their attention. Heading to the front of the store, Eret saw a bunch of thugs ransacking the place.

Of course Torey wasn’t going to take Eret saying no and calling them out. That was another thing about Torey’s that made Eret’s blood boil. If there was any type of competition then Torey’s would make sure there was no competition by any means necessary. Including staging a break in and destroying the place.

Eret hit the silent alarm, alerting the cops and was about to dash in the back and quickly change into his Baron costume. When they heard a familiar female voice.

“Excuse me, but don’t you know it’s past closing time?” Motha was standing in the doorway leaning against the door frame, arms crossed and what Eret could only assume a raised eyebrow.

One of the thugs charged at Motha and in three quick moves, the thug was down for the count. And that was all it took, like a signal that was setoff, the group of thugs charged at Motha. Hoping the numbers game would be enough. Motha was holding her own, dodging and tanking many hits and strikes. While landing mostly all of hers. Then the door burst open and in came Nuke and Ender.

Eret just stood there and watched the fight unfold. All three Vigilantes were doing well. It was clear that Nuke and Ender have some training but not nearly enough. Both of them at least were holding their own without having to rely on their powers. In about ten minutes, Motha, Nuke and Ender were zip tying the thugs hands to the clothing racks (very clever) and taping weapons to the wall. Then Motha came over to check on Eret.

“Hey, Eret! Long time no see!” Motha greeted.

“Motha, good to see you. And you must be Nuke and Ender?” Eret held out their hand. “I’m Eret, I own this place. You guys had quite a debut.”

“Eret here helps all Vigilantes with their suits. In exchange we help keep an eye out for their business.”

“Well, it’s more than that! You guys do what the Heroes are supposed to do. Stopping Crime. So, I offer my services as best as I can.”

“We’ll think about if we need an upgrade,” Nuke said.

“Alright, you guys need to head out before the cops show up,” Eret said.

And with that Ender grabbed both Nuke and Motha and disappeared in a cloud of purple particles.

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Characters:

Nuke - Tubbo Ender - Ranboo Motha - Martha (OC) Baron - Eret Arachnid - Spyder (OC) Mixer - Arden Weird (Mentioned) (OC based off my friend Arden @weirdmixofweirdness

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Tagging: @weirdmixofweirdness, @nightfuryobsessed, @isa-ghost, @septic-dr-schneep, @tracobuttons, @a-humble-narcissus, @ghostsknewmynights, @luna-moonblood, @ashedflower

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ac1dl4v3 · 11 months ago

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does anyone here know what a churel is? curious, cus one of our KNOWLEDGABLE ASS MUTUALS DID, that shit was CRAZY. WHO KNOWS WHAT A CHUREL IS!??! ITS SO SPECIFIC

　　　　　　　　 ༅ 𝓕rankincense 𐙚 ˙

♱ all sobriquets +pseudonyms. ࿓ franky ( universal ). lord frankenstein ( what she insists people call her as if they insist on being formal ). frankenstein ( via her daughter, yashmi ). frank ( via people who know her well when she needs comfort/to be calmed down or soothed- especially with psychosis flare-ups ).

ᰍ overall notables. some wordings in the quotes of frankincense may be tricky to translate, not only due to her usage of spanglish, but due to her disorganized speech as a symptom of schizophrenia. she’ll fuck anyone up over her daughter and this is a well known fact. others can never differentiate her warning smile from her genuine smile, so better to use context. doesn’t flinch at threats or "life-threatening situations". frequently detaches limbs and appendages when she needs a good stretch, or just to scare the shit out of some people. ᰍ standard physical facts. 5’7. has stitch marks in various places ( such as around her ankles and wrists for example ). has very long, black, glossy hair which ends mid-ass, as well as naturally long black nails which she often trims below half their natural length. long, black tongue, a silver star ingrained in her left cornea due to being from khaenri'ah, and star tattoos galore!

დ genshin au notables! n/a ( temporarily ). დ spider-verse au notables! n/a ( temporarily ). დ jujutsu kaisen au notables! n/a ( temporarily ).

ᰍ age appearance. twenty-three ( 23 ). ᰍ birthday. april 4th. ᰍ nationality, race, + ethnicity. ( varies per au ), african-american, + dominican. ᰍ gender, prns, + sexuality. woman (afab), she/they, + greyromantic and pomosexual.

ᰍ sun sign. aries. ᰍ MBTI. istp-t, the turbulent virtuoso.

ᰍ likes. the appearance and concept of stars! spicy food is life. her most trademark-like hobbies are playing darts and playing with guns. her aim is impeccable so it’s a fun pass time, but she fixates on it more than usual when her schizophrenia is beginning to flare up more than usual, therefore despite enjoying it, the activity often evolves into anxiety/ a feeling of impending doom if she finds it hard to stop engaging. chivo guisado, churros, tres golpes, mangoes, spinach, raisins and blueberries are some favorite foods. illunis is her favorite person, second to yashmi-noir. detaching her limbs to scare people is fucking hilarious and always cheers her up. loves sand dunes, but ESPECIALLY star dunes!!! cocky people are entertaining, and unexpectedly soft people are cupid arrows. loves tattoos ( of stars mostly ), rings and tree climbing/tree napping, and her favorite colors are blood red and plum purple— the colors of bruises. ᰍ dislikes. cannabis is a horrible trigger for schizophrenia, so she avoids it. the same can be said for other drugs like cocaine, LSD, and alcohol. biggest ick is people setting bad examples when they know impressionable ass kids are nearby. highly protective, so she detests carelessness around her child period. second biggest ick is people giving her skeptical advice, particularly when she asks them questions and they can hardly explain why it makes sense. doesn’t really like advice period, as she’s overly independent and skeptical. massages and excessive physical contact with people she’s not closely familiar with. doesn’t like watching sparring because it makes her want to join, and she knows she can’t because she barely knows when to stop. condescension and manipulation will get you killed. getting hungry for life-force energy. hates tight asses and gets bored as hell around them— even annoyed depending.

･ﾟﾟ❥ quotes.

Chat: Confused & Frustrated ୨୧ "Don't make no frankin-sense.."

Chat: Threatening ୨୧ “*Glances at Yashmi and holds a glare at the Traveler while removing her hands by the wrist.* Here, Yashmi, take Mommy’s hands before she uses them.”

Good Morning ୨୧ “Tres golpes again, is that what we’re makiiiiing? Hm.. Oh, you’re up too, alright, okay cool, make it! We’re— Oh, no sabes como?! That’s fine, that’s fiiine, you can learn how to make tres golpes conmigo! I’ll tell you what, gonna need lots of salami frito we are. Vamos, vamos!”

Windy Days ୨୧ “Wind’s windy, windy, bendito. Head with us inside for a while? You’re cold, sí o no? Well come on then! Need me to talk to Yashmi on you?”

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#leman's reblogs!#anyways this is franky :3 she’s so cool SHES A MOTHA #oc #fem oc #black fem #black female writers #black writers #black ocs #oc smut #oc fluff #oc angst

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