#oh look our Ally money came in!

[alecmagnuslwb]

Madelaine Petsch doing blatant product placement at the start of new The Strangers movie was sooo Riverdale, I cheered

[makeitmingi]

When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Chapter 1]

Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho

Summary: When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?

[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]

Word count: 3.1K

(Chapter warning(s): Character death, grieving/ funeral, injury, recollection of previous argument, Hongjoong is in a weird place with his feelings.)

"Thank you for coming." Hongjoong had a stoic look on his face as he deeply bowed to the people that came to pay respects. The people bowed back, reaching out to shake his hand with a comforting smile on their faces.

"She was a good woman. Kind." They patted him on the shoulder. All he could do was stiffly nod in reply.

"Please help yourself to the food and refreshments." He forced a small smile and gestured to the buffet spread where the other people were all seated.

"Should we ask him to take a break?" Yunho leaned over to ask Seonghwa as the older collated the beoseom money together.

"You can try but he's not going to like it. Just let him do what he needs to do." Seonghwa replied.

"Hyung loved his mother. They didn't have the best relationship but I know he always missed seeing her and talking to her." Yunho sighed with a small frown. Seonghwa hummed in agreement.

"But this is for him to figure out. We'll just help him where he wants us." Seonghwa said.

Hongjoong recognised all the people that came. All friends of his late father and now, mother, or his own allies. They were men that worked for him or with him. Although they didn't know his mother at all, he knew that Wooyoung had gathered all their men to come and support him as the leader.

"Oh, coming." Hongjoong noticed some people going to pay their respects and went to his post as the son, keeping his head lowered as they bowed to his mother's casket.

"You have our condolences, Hongjoong sshi. If you need anything, let us know." The leader of a small gang shook his hand.

"Thanks." He nodded. Hongjoong knew their motive, it was to create favours and forge loyalties with Ateez.

"Umm, excuse me." Hongjoong looked up at the sudden entrance of a light, tinkling voice. He eyes fell on the girl that entered, she looked so different, sticking out like a sore thumb.

Who are you?

"Here you go." You took out an envelope of money and handed it to Yunho and Seonghwa, who received it with a bow.

"You can head that way." Seonghwa gestured to where Hongjoong was standing. From the looks of it, Seonghwa seemed just as entranced and/or curious about you as Hongjoong was. You nodded and headed to him.

"You must be Hongjoong sshi." You looked at him with familiarity, still cradling the small bouquet of flowers in your arms. All Hongjoong could do was nod.

How did you know him? He, for sure, didn't know you. There wasn't an inkling of recollection seeing your face or hearing your voice.

"If it's okay with you, can I place this bouquet by the casket? It's our favourite flower." You asked politely.

"Go ahead. Thank you." He nodded. 'Our' favourite? His eyes followed you as you placed the bouquet of white tulips by the casket. The bouquet was simple but elegant.

"I'll miss our afternoon chats. Take care of yourself and rest easy." You prayed softly as you bowed to his mother's casket.

"Thank you for coming." Hongjoong said to you when the both of you stood up from your kneeled positions.

"S-Sorry..." Your bottom lip quivered and tears streamed down your face as you struggled to wipe them all away. There was so much grief and upset on your face, you probably felt more grief than Hongjoong did. Hongjoong held his handkerchief out to you but you hesitated, you didn't know him to take it.

"It's okay." He whispered, trying to convince you. With a shaky hand, you took the white cloth and dried your tears. All this time, Hongjoong was trying to study you.

"Thanks." You smiled awkwardly.

"How do you know me? Did you know my mother?" He asked, even if the answer was obviously yes.

"She comes by my shop almost every afternoon to chat with me. She'll even bring tea and snacks with her. I recognise you from the photos she shared with me." You giggled.

"I see... Well-"

"Hongjoong hyung, there are more mourners. Do you want me to take over?" Someone came over.

"No, it's fine, San ah." Hongjoong assured his brother and bowed his head to you before going back to where the casket was. You tucked the handkerchief into your pocket.

"There are snacks and refreshments." You were directed to the area where the other mourners were chatting, eating and drinking. There were barely any other women around, all men dressed in suits. It almost felt like a business convention, not a funeral.

"Who is that?" Wooyoung asked San when he came back to where they were seated.

"No idea." San shook his head. The 7 Ateez members watched you with curiosity. You sat in the corner by yourself, you didn't take any food or drinks.

"Do any of you know her or recognise her?" Mingi blinked.

"I think she genuinely knew my mother." The boys looked up to see Hongjoong standing behind them.

"Really?" Even Seonghwa was shocked too. They all knew that everyone who came didn't know Hongjoong's mother. How did someone like you befriend Hongjoong's mother?

"She's definitely not from underground." Yeosang said. You were still wiping stray tears that escaped your eyes.

"She's... really grieving the lost of my mother... Even more than me." Hongjoong observed.

"Her name is (y/n)." Yunho said, reading from the mourners book of those that came. The others didn't even notice that Hongjoong left them, going over to where you were seated alone. When Hongjoong pulled out the chair next to yours, you blinked, breaking out of your reminiscing moment.

"Apologies." He said.

"Don't apologise, you must be busy having to do this on your own, on top of the fact that you're mourning and grieving too." You shook your head with a soft smile.

"I have a good support system." He nodded over to where the other Ateez members were.

"You must haven known my mother well to know her favourite flower." Hongjoong brought the conversation back.

"She always came to buy them from me, along with other flowers. That's when I learnt that we both have the same favourite flower. I'm a florist actually." You informed.

"Oh... And here, I didn't even know my mother had a favourite flower." He chuckled.

"Hongjoong sshi." You shocked him and frankly, yourself too, when you placed a hand over his own in comfort.

"I'll miss her too but it'll be okay. From the way your mother spoke fondly of you, I could tell that you both had a great relationship. At least you'll still have your good memories of her with you." You smiled softly. Suddenly, Hongjoong retracted his hand.

"Excuse me." He stood up, buttoning his blazer. He watched as your face fell.

"Hongjoong sshi. I-I'm sorry." You stuttered, realising what you just said to him and how your words crossed a boundary. Hongjoong clenched his jaw and walked back to where Ateez was.

"Woah, hyung. You okay?" Jongho asked, noticing the sudden change in Hongjoong's mood and expression.

"I'm fine." Hongjoong replied through gritted teeth.

Despite what happened, you still stayed until the final standoff. Hongjoong was unexpectedly hypervigilant of where you were, standing on your own at the back of the crowd.

"Hang on." Before the Ateez boys could load his mother's casket into the back of the hearse, he stopped them.

"Captain?" They were confused. Leaning down, Hongjoong grabbed a stalk of flower from your bouquet and placed it on top.

"Carry on." He cleared his throat, side eyeing you. You were watching the entire time as you cried softly to yourself. All the mourners that hadn't left bowed to the hearse as it closed. Hongjoong, still holding his mother's picture, walked to the front seats where he would follow along to the burial site.

"We'll follow behind, hyung." Wooyoung said to him. Hongjoong nodded and entered with Mingi closing the door behind him. The 7 entered their respective vans that were prepared.

As the hearse began to pull out of the drive way, Hongjoong spotted you walking along the streets, arms hugging yourself.

"Who are you?" He whispered as you walked further away.

When the news of his mother's passing first came until this moment, Hongjoong hadn't shed a tear. Was he cruel or unfilial for not doing so? Or were tears just a sign of weakness?

"Good memories?" Hongjoong turned to his mother's picture, remembering what you said to him.

You sighed as you made your way into your apartment. After you removed your shoes, you fell back onto the couch.

"I can't believe you're gone." You said, feeling tears well up in your eyes again as you thought about Mrs Kim and her not being around any longer. Maybe because you grew up without a mother, she was the closest thing to a mother that you had.

"Can I help you?" The doorman asked when he saw how confused you were upon entering the building.

"Oh, good morning. Sorry to bother you but I'm looking for Mrs Kim? I hope I have the right address." You scratched your head, bowing to the older male.

"Do you mean the Mrs Kim that stays in the penthouse? I'm sorry but she passed away yesterday." He informed.

"W-Wait, what?" You couldn't believe it. The flower bouquet slipping from your hands.

"Are you okay, agashi? Yes, unfortunately, Mrs Kim passed." He picked up the bouquet, placing a hand on your shoulder. It was so shocking you couldn't even cry.

"Are you family?" He asked. It took you a while to answer as the news was still sinking in.

"N-No... I'm not but I knew her..." You tried your best to form a coherant answer in your head but it was too difficult.

"I'm sorry, agashi." He said sadly. You bowed your head and turned around, leaving the building. When you reached home, you searched funeral homes online and there it was, her name and her picture. It only solidified that what the doorman said was true, the closest person to a mother that you've had was gone.

"I can't believe I said that. (y/n), what did you do?" You facepalmed when you remembered what you said to Hongjoong. Who were you to tell him that?

"He's her real son, you're not." You scolded yourself, holding Hongjoong handkerchief in your lap.

Mrs Kim always spoke about Hongjoong with such a sad smile, indicating that their relationship wasn't amicable.

There was love, of course. But you could hear the regret and guilt in her voice. All you knew was that if you were to run into him again, you'll definitely apologise for overstepping.

Hongjoong seemed cold but you were grateful that he placed one of your flowers on top of her casket before the hearse left. Whether it was done for you or for her, Hongjoong's gesture warmed your heart.

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"Where's he?" Seonghwa asked as he climbed up the stairs to the second floor. The younger ones nodded over to Hongjoong's back. The captain leaned against the banister of the terrace, a glass of whiskey held by his fingertips.

"He's still there. Been there since we've come back." Yeosang informed.

"(y/n) (y/l/n). She's a florist in Hongjoong hyung's territory, studying botany part time. Practically as normal as it gets." Jongho walked over, closing a folder. Seonghwa took it and read it.

"As long as she isn't a threat." San shrugged.

"Far from. If there was a motive for her to get close to Mrs Kim, it's not in the file." Jongho said, pouring himself a drink.

"But damn, she seemed to be closer to Mrs Kim than Hongjoong hyung was." Mingi stated and Seonghwa slapped the back of his head for being so direct.

"What? It's the truth..." Mingi rubbed his head. Yunho sighed, patting his best friend's back.

"Hyung will be fine, right? He has to be. He's our captain and our leader. Let's just give him some time then he'll bounce back like always." Wooyoung said with a small frown. Seonghwa nodded in agreement. Although Hongjoong suppresses his feelings and emotions, he always puts Ateez first.

"Yes, Hongjoong will be okay. He just needs space now. And don't bring up the girl anymore, okay?" Seonghwa said. The younger 6 nodded their heads obediently.

"Hyung, what happened between Hongjoong hyung and his mother?" San asked.

"No idea. Even if I did, it's not my story to tell." Seonghwa shrugged.

He is Hongjoong's best friend and second in command, but he didn't know what was Hongjoong's relationship with his mother. It was almost a love-hate relationship, for Hongjoong at least.

"Go back to work. Give Hongjoong a few days off, I'll be taking over his duties in the mean time." Seonghwa informed.

"Sure, hyung." All of them split up to go back to work. Seonghwa cast one more worried glance at his best friend's back before leaving.

Hongjoong sighed as he took another sip of whiskey. Even as he shovelled the dirt over his mother's casket, he didn't shed a tear. The heartache was there but he couldn't will himself to cry. He watched as the flower he placed on top got sullied by the dirt.

"She's really gone." He breathed out.

"You're really gone." He repeated as if he was speaking directly to his mother, clenching the glass in his hand.

You, the girl that appeared out of nowhere, seemed to have a much better relationship with his mother than he did. You cried while Hongjoong was emotionless.

"Damn it." Hongjoong must have channeled all his frustration to his hand because before he knew it, the crystal shattered into pieces.

"Hyung!" Yeosang rushed out, having seen the whole thing.

"I'm fine, Yeosang." Hongjoong hissed, cradling his now injured hand. Yeosang gently took it into his own hands, looking at how bad is was. Blood began to drip on the tiles.

"No, it's not fine. There's crystal shards in your hand now. Come." Yeosang frowned and brought Hongjoong in.

"Get someone to clean the terrace." Yeosang said to a passing butler, who nodded with a deep bow. He brought the captain to his office where his medical supplies were. Thankfully, Hongjoong didn't protest and sat down, patiently waiting for Yeosang to get what he needed to treat his hand.

"Don't move." Yeosang said as he took forceps and tried to remove the crystal pieces from the cuts. Luckily it wasn't too deep that he would need stitches.

"Are you not going to ask me anything?" Hongjoong asked as Yeosang took a magnifier to look for any smaller pieces.

"No. What's there to ask?" Yeosang asked back. At that, Hongjoong sighed and just leaned back in the seat.

"This is going to sting. Bear with me." Yeosang took the antiseptic and spray it over Hongjoong's hand, causing the leader to let out an onslaught of curse words and winces.

"I saw the butler cleaning glass on the terrace. What happened?" San came in.

"Just a small accident." Hongjoong sighed again, watching Yeosang use gauze to wrap up his hand.

"We're done. If it starts to bleed through the bandages, you have to get them changed. If not then I'll check on them in a few days." Yeosang said as he used clips and medical tape to secure the bandage. Hongjoong nodded and stood up.

"Thanks, Sangie." He left Yeosang's room. San stared at where their captain disappeared to.

"Everyone deals with grief differently, whether they want to admit it or not." San said and Yeosang let out a hum in agreement, clearing the bloodied gauze and area.

"He'll be okay. Hyung is strong." Yeosang assured.

When Hongjoong went upstairs to go back to his room, he walked past the second floor lounge and saw a file there.

'(y/n) (y/l/n)'

So, the boys went to search up on you and who you were. Reaching down, Hongjoong took the file and tucked it under his arm, retreating to his room.

"Florist... Studies botany... That's it?" He read the file as he walked. If there was anything else, even secrets, he knew Jongho and Yunho would have found it by now. No piece of information escapes those two. They can source information about a person's entire life on their computers, it's why they're the best.

"Oh?" Hongjoong paused, eyebrows raising when he saw the location of your shop. It was in the territory that he took care of, which was also the area where his mother's house was.

Despite that, Hongjoong has never once visited his mother nor has he spoken to her in years.

"How could you do this? How could you do this to me?! To us?!" Hongjoong yelled, seething with so much anger.

"I know... I'm a horrible mother, I'm sorry Hongjoong ah." His mother shook her head, tears in her eyes as she faced her angry son. She didn't even bother to give an excuse.

"Why?! Why would you do this?" He faced her, his own tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I couldn't just standby and watch. I couldn't." The woman wrapped her arms around herself pitifully. This time, Hongjoong didn't hug her.

"After everything, you'll still side with him. After knowing what he did to all of us, including you, you still..." Hongjoong shook his head, unable to finish his sentence. He was just filled with so much rage he couldn't even breathe properly.

"Get out. I never want to see you again." He turned away, hearing her soft footsteps leave his office and disappear.

"Seonghwa." Hongjoong called out, knowing that his second in command was standing nearby and most probably overheard the entire exchange that happened.

"Yeah?" Seonghwa walked in.

"I want her out of here now. Buy her a house or whatever, somewhere I don't have to see her." Hongjoong ordered.

"Sure, Hongjoong." Seonghwa bowed his head and exited the office. Hongjoong let out a yell, angrily swiping everything off his desk. Papers flews and things broke but he didn't care.

Seonghwa ended up buying his mother a penthouse apartment in the territory that Hongjoong managed. Although Hongjoong didn't like that idea, Seonghwa gave an excuse that at least Hongjoong could keep an eye on her.

He didn't know that Seonghwa did that so if he ever wanted to see his mother again or let her make amends for what she did, he'll know where she is.

But it was too late anyway. Hongjoong's mother was gone, there were no more amends to make, no more apologies.

"Great relationship? Good memories?" Hongjoong bitterly scoffed once again when he remembered your words, throwing your file aside and going to take a much needed shower.

He needed to get out of his head.

~

Series masterlist

[steddieas-shegoes]

allowance

am I doing too much? always. this is for the @steddiemicrofic challenge. again. oops.

prompt: pool wc: 442 rating: G no cw tags: future fic, Steddie as dads

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“Did you tell dad?”

“No, did you?”

“Wait, which one?”

“Mom dad,” Haley sighs.

Haley felt like she was talking to a wall, but that’s what you get when you have to work with your three younger siblings on a Father’s Day gift.

“No. How much do you have?” Ben asked. 

“$6,” Ally replied.

“$11,” Blake added.

“I have $23,” Haley responded as she took everyone’s allowance money to pool together for the gift.

Ben silently handed her his contribution: $14.

She quickly counted it out, just to make sure her siblings didn’t miscount.

“$54 is good. That’s enough for the gift and some wrapping paper.”

“Can we get the princess one?” Ally asked, bouncing on her feet excitedly.

“The present isn’t for you.”

“But daddy liked it!”

Haley rolled her eyes.

“He liked it for you.”

Just as Ally was about to argue, they heard footsteps coming up the stairs and a voice yelling to them.

“Kids! You all up here?”

Haley shushed them all, knew they’d get caught if any of them even breathed too loud.

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Steve smiled to himself as he heard Haley shushing the kids.

He knew they’d been up to something for a while, assumed it was probably to do with Father’s Day, and just stayed quiet.

“Okay, guess my kids all ran away! I’m going to get ice cream alone!” He yelled in the direction of the shushing.

He heard Ally start to make a noise, and then a muffled yell as someone, probably Ben, covered her mouth.

Eddie came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing his shoulder. 

“Our kids disappear?”

“Seems like it.”

“Couldn’t have anything to do with the money they were all counting on the floor earlier, I’m sure.”

“No, no, definitely not,” Steve smirked as he turned his head to give Eddie a soft kiss on the lips.

20 years had been surprisingly kind to both of them, but Steve was pretty sure he’d think Eddie was beautiful even when he was covered in wrinkles and age spots.

“Ally will be so upset when she finds out I’m eating all the brownie ice cream without her!” Eddie yelled.

Ally was suddenly running towards them, escaping from her sibling’s clutches in the bathroom at the end of the hall.

“Oh, there she is!”

“Daddy, please save some ice cream for me!”

The rest of their kids slowly found their way to them.

“Look, it’s all of them!”

“Ally ruined it,” Haley sighed.

“Ruined what?” Steve asked softly.

“Your surprise.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let’s go.”

He could pretend for them. That’s what dads do.

[slippinninque]

🏃🏾‍♀️Nosey🔎

You end up in some business that's not exactly yours...

Jatemme Manning x blackfem reader

Warnings: cursing, mentions of violence and some torture (not to reader) soft!dark!Jatemme, long fic

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There were times where the job could get messy.

Vision blurring at the edges and pain shooting down your side, you continued through the alleys. The siren’s call and rushing cars filled the air, you could hear the gunshots as your tails met each other.

Lungs burning and legs screaming, you hoped the worst for both of them.

You went next to the double dumpster of a vegan spot and slid into sitting down. Your head swam with the growing pain, you knew you had to keep moving but you couldn’t keep bleeding.

‘Love's is gonna kill me.’ You couldn't help the little laugh that slipped, knowing the man was going to go nuclear.

Right now, all you could was try to fix your shoulder.

You ripped off your bloody shirt and tore a strip around the slash in your side. The other, you wrapped as best as possible around the left shoulder where there could be a bullet still lodged in there.

Groaning and re-shouldering the pack, you zipped up your hoodie all the way and tossed up the hood. After a moment to guess where you were beyond Funky Fresh Vegan Bistro, you pushed towards the mouth of the ally.

In the backpack were a handful of USB drives that held some pretty compelling information about a few families in the underground and high-crust.

All of it set to be given to the police in the the work of a mole. Multiple moles, a syndicate across turfs. Proof and promises for smaller sentences, complacent public figures, receipts for cleaned money, audio files—oh, they had it all.

Now you had it. Though not much time came with it now that half the city was looking for you. Still, it was well worth the nasty fall you took in getting the hell out of dodge.

You just had to get to your turf. A neutral space, either one of the bars or pawnshops owned by your cousins maybe?

A bullet ricocheted from the metal post of the fence, startling you and causing you to bolt.

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Four men naked and taped to their chairs. Every sound uttered that wasn't information cost a tooth. With that sort of currency, Jatemme had to get creative after a while.

They were pleading and leaking from all over but Jatemme wouldn’t let any of them die until one of them finally told him what he needed to hear.

Asthma knew this special mood was from a very specific source. Namely one the exact size of a foxy little smooth talker that's been missing for nearly 24 hours.

Jatemme didn’t look at Asthma as he rounded to this table of tools, picking up a potato peeler as he spoke.

“Did you find her?”

“She ran into one of our laundromats. Eddy and Chris was there to meet her after a tip about her running from the Opps spread through Southwest. They said they're taking her to see Doc.”

Jatemme stood slowly and fixed a dark gaze onto his captives,

“Was she hurt?”

“Banged up good but heard Doc say she had worse.” Asthma didn’t come closer, didn’t move away from the door. Whoever those men were--they probably didn't have long left.

“She had something with her you might want to see, though. Eddy came through to drop it off."

When Jatemme looked over at him, Asthma wordlessly held up a well-worn Crown Royal bag.

….

You felt like you were ran over by a pack of trucks. Or suplexed by a Silverback gorilla—but you were also satisfied.

You stole enough leverage to keep the skies clear for years.

“I have to say, you’ve been doing pretty good. There was a time I’d see you every week.” Doc returned with fresh bandages. You began sitting up and he hurried to get you to lay back down.

“With the way you used to chew my ass out, I've been taking my chances with the lil' sewing kit at home.”

“Explains all these wobbly-ass scars then.”

You snorted, pain jolting with your amusement, “Yo, not too much on me! I learned from watching you, old man!”

It was Doc’s turn to laugh as he peeled away the stained bandage on on side. The puncture was pretty deep and the healing was going to be a bitch, but you were lucky enough it didn't reach anything vital.

“I won’t recommend falling onto a fence head, it’s not as quirky as the TV makes it seem.”

"Girl, what the hell are you watchin'?"

You rambled on and tried to ignore the way the pain killers churned in your empty stomach as you wated for them to kick in. While you knew Doc was being as careful as he could, you still winced.

It's actually been a while since the last time you had stitches.

“Little more and then you can sleep it off, champ.” Doc grunted as he emptied a syringe into you, “Rusty metals are a bitch after all."

“And how…”

Your eyes closed. Took deep breaths and soon enough, the room stopped spinning and Doc was putting a fresh bandage onto the worst of it. He's been stitching you up since you got into the streets, you've slept on his cot more nights than you can count.

Wasn't long before the absence of adrenaline invited the presence of reality.

Jamal finding out you went snooping without permission--that you could sort of handle. Jamal would be more than appeased by the blackmail and leverage you dug up.

If Jatemme saw how badly you fucked yourself up over a ‘side quest’, then that...would be worse.

“Say, Doc, when can I—uh--get on out of here?”

Doc looked at you as if you spoke to him in Klingon, “Leave? Girl, give the good shit time to kick in, at least! 'Sides, you’re going to be here at least until morning. That ankle of yours alone—woah, wait!”

You were already dizzy from the sudden movement of you sitting up, but you had to get home. You didn't want Jatemme to see you as you were, it was too bad--too soon.

If you could make it home, you could buy some more time for the worst of it to go away. You stood from the bed with a yelp, unsteady but trying to move away Doc’s worried hands.

“Suddenly, Doc, I feel a while ‘lot better. So much, so much better. Think I’m gonna finish healing up at home, y’know?”

“Is this about Manning? Sorry kid, but the cat’s out the bag—he knows.”

"Aw shit," You groaned, arms going around your stomach as it thundered. The pain rocketed down your side, Doc hissed something as he reached out to steady you.

“I-I still wanna go home. I'll be more comfortable there..."

"C'mon now, kid--

"Shouldn't you be invested in the quality of my healing? I'd be waaay more comfortable there, old man..."

“Hear me out, let me get you as patched up as a can to last—yeah?”

"I'm fine...”

“I think you should listen to doctor’s orders.”

You went still. Doc made a relived noise prodded you towards the cot, you went stiffly. He helped to lay you and you gave a great, big sigh as you finally faced the figure blocking the doorway.

“Heeey there, Love...”

Jatemme came and took Doc’s seat when he stood at the sight of him in the doorway. Jatemme unpinned his stare from you and looked to the older man.

“Tell me what we’re looking at, Doc.”

You swallowed as the list was rattled off in alphabetical order. Bruising, gunshot wound to the left shoulder, multiple lacerations, and a rolled ankle.

Jatemme stared at him, eyes endless and still. You picked at the loose thread of the cot's scratchy blanket when Jatemme finally dismissed Doc to turn his eyes on you.

The silence was thick enough for you to eventually wince beneath it. Jatemme sighed, deep and heavy as he stood. You looked up at him in time for him to catch your chin as he came to sit closer to you on the cot.

Jatemme pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, then another. You felt like your could implode, or maybe pass out.

He pulled back enough for your noses to touch, “I heard you almost got killed..."

Your giggle was a bit intense, nervous and excited as always when he was near. Jatemme’s smile was small as he pointed his finger directly in the center of your forehead.

“Do you know what I'd do? If I missed you?"

Not for the first time--you wondered just how far Jatemme would be willing to go.

“Hm...probably want to give me one of these?" You darted forward a stole a kiss, “Or maybe one of these...?”

You tried to get another kiss but Jatemme moved back at the last moment, catching your head between his palms. All traces of humor gone in his face as your ears struggled to pick up is next words.

"Tell me what happened. Now."

So you did. You didn't work for Jatemme, you didn't work for anyone, but you were meddling in his shit. The least you could do is tell the truth.

Jatemme had relaxed his hold on you by the end of the story. His hands went from your head to one resting on your thigh and the other in his pocket.

“I told you to leave it be. I was gonna press Gavin to see who the connect was.”

“Wasn't no 'leave it be', I'm telling you. Gavin was gonna go tonight, as soon as he left from here with his tail.”

You put your hand over his, thumbing over all of his knuckles.

“If I would have left it there? I swear we would have been booked by noon tomorrow, Love. "

Jatemme stared. While he took in whatever he needed, you took in the pleasure of his handsomeness and the slow numbness that was taking over from whatever the hell Doc gave you.

“Don’t be a danger to yourself.” Jatemme said quietly after a while, “I will put you up somewhere if something like this happens again."

"All I hear is that you liiike me, you wanna kiiisss me..."

"You playin' too much. Don't think I won't, brat.”

You didn’t doubt it. Jatemme could make a lot of things happen, you've seen it firsthand. The only problem is that it didnt' scare you. It caused quite the opposite effect.

If Jatemme wanted to hoard you all to himself--it was in the public best interest to let him do as he wanted, right?

"I know, Love, I know."

Jatemme leaned in slow and you were eager to meet him. He kissed slow and soft, pinching your cheek before pulling away. Jatemme stood to ease you back into the pillows, grabbing the throw blanket that Doc kept.

“Chill here for now. I’m going to make a call and then we're going to head out.”

You nodded and suddenly felt so tired. The worst of it was over now, even if Jatemme was plotting on a lesson when you were in better shape. It was a good save, no one could take that from you.

With that thought, you dropped off into a mildly-comfortable doze as you waited for the pain meds to take over.

Jatemme lingered until you fell asleep. The bunching in your brow smoothed out and your breaths were deeper, not as if you sucked on pain every inhale.

Your hair was a mess of braids and he saw a the bandage above your brow was already stained red. You slept like you didn't fall a few stories onto a iron fence and weren't the source of Jatemme's headache.

He heard what Doc said about your ankle and thought about the talk he still had to have with Jamal. It was too late in the evening to even consider the bodies still in his workshop.

‘Gave us plenty of work, didn't you?' He thought, looking at the blood beneath your nails. Pulling out his phone and then your bag of snatched evidence, he texted his brother.

Then sent a follow up asking for him to bring a bottle.

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✨ending notes✨: this one was rattling around my brain for the longest and have definitely been taking up space in my drafts! I think this is a bit different for me 🤔 I'm looking to make a more chaotic reader and I think she may do well with Jatemme! 🤣Thank you so much for reading! Tell me what you think! 💜✨💕

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[vipower001]

DC x DP crossover (Victorian gothic styled Danny) pt2: (part 1 https://at.tumblr.com/vipower001/part-1/mn9ekooby0fo )

I just cried for a solid two hours over my math midterm, Not sobbing, oh no, no no no, I was laughing and crying, if I didn't have tears quietly running down my face then you would have thought I just heard the funniest joke...anyway, my mother told me to go study my other class but I think I would actually have a break down if I did so I am instead giving yall the long-awaited and much asked for part two of my victorian styled Danny phantom.

Also, I want this to be clear that yall are freely allowed to "steal" this idea. Want to make a fanfic about this? Go for it. Want to make your own crossover idea with this? Go for it. Want to do ANYTHING with this idea? GO FOR IT!!!! cause this will go absolutely nowhere with me. Just remember to at least tag or mention me/the original post. Thanks, now on to what yall've all been waiting for

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Danny has been alive for a while now so he has some money saved up under the guise of it being an inheritance. He also has some money from Vlad that he was given. So what is an immortal 23-year-old to do with all this bank??? Why buy a nice BIG manor of course! So Danny moves into his new home and guess who it neighbors? The Wayne manor.

Bruce hears about a new neighbor and good-old-Brucie Wayne being the good neighbor decides to take his youngest with him to greet this new person (the other bats weren't staying at the manor at that time). So Bruce goes and knocks a the front door expecting a housekeeper or someone who works for this new Neighbor, only for him to be surprised by the unknown meta that saved him in the ally.

He is shocked and all training and discipline are thrown out the window because he can finally get a good look at the meta without the darkness of night and shadows of the ally and, holy fuck, they look so much like his father. Bruce is just standing there with wide eyes and mouth agape for a few minutes until he is shaken out of his shock of seeing a younger version of his father by said impersonator when they cleared their throat to draw his attention.

" Are you ok?" They ask "It looks like you saw a ghost," They say with a chuckle like they just told a joke only they could understand.

Finally out of his shock bruce puts on his Brucie face and while chucking himself, though it is to get rid of the tension, says "I'm sorry, you just look like someone I used to know."

"I must just have that face I suppose. Is there something I could help you with today?" says the stranger

"OH YES, how could I forget our sole purpose of coming here! I'm Bruce Wayne and this is my youngest Damian, we heard that you recently moved in, and since we are neighbors we thought it be polite to say hello."

"That's very kind of you, My name is Danny, Danny Nightengale Fenton it's a pleasure to me the both of you"

'So the mystery meta's name is Danny' thought Bruce 'Now I have a name to search up.'

"Would you like to come inside Big Wayne and Little Wayne?"

Damian scoffs at being called little, turning his nose up to him and leveling Danny with a glare that says it all. Danny just laughs at his expression, filling Damian with more reasons to stab the man. Because, if his father was so startled to see this man then he must be suspect of something, it doesn't help that he fits the description of the meta that saved His father in that ally way the night he came back with a haunted expression.

"Thank you for offering Mr.Fenton but I'm afraid we don't have time today. Mabey we could reschedule for another time, and then you could meet the rest of my children as well if you would like?"

"Danny is fine, it's what everyone calls me, and I would love to meet the rest of your flock Mr. Wayne."

filing the strange use of words away for later Bruce responds, "Please, call me Bruce. Now we must get going, it was lovely meeting you Danny," with a wave.

"Goodbye Bruce...and little Wayne." and with a final smirk shuts the door.

Damian tch's as he turns to walk away, once again displeased with being called little. He is the son of Batman and heir to the title! He was raised as an assassin and could kill before he could walk! He is not little, he is simply lacking in height at the moment but will surely be as tall as his father one day. And so with a final glare at the closed door, he enters the car that he and his father took to visit Danny.

Once they're in the car and driving away from the manor housing their newest neighbor Bruce lets his Brucie persona slip and replaces it is Batman.

Danny is the name of the meta. Danny is strong enough to take down a few terrorists singlehandedly. Danny can seemingly vanish into thin air, Invisibility or teleportation? Danny looks young, possibly early 20's. Danny has enough money to live in a manor. Danny is his new neighbor. Danny looks like Thomas Wayne.

Sighing, Batman ignores the last thing on his mental list for now. It's best to not let himself get distracted by someone who so happens to look like his late father, acts similarly to him, smirks like he used to. He is brought back to the night in the ally after Danny saved him, how Danny made sure he was ok and how he draped his coat over Bruce just...just like his father used to.

Perhaps it is a good idea to look into this unknown meta more, because why did he feel so familiar? why did he feel like his father comforting him after he fell or got lost? why did he feel...like home?

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[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - one hundred and two | now you *have* to explain

“I don’t know, auntie.” 

A customer walked up to the counter.

Minsoo covered her phone with her hand. “Y/n?”

You came out of the kitchen. “Yeah?”

“Can you help this customer? My aunt is on the phone.”

“Yeah, you can take it outside if you want.”

“Thank you.” Minsoo said to you before replying to her phone, “I said I don’t know, auntie.”

You helped the customer and about ten minutes later, Minsoo came back over to the counter looking frazzled. “Sorry about that.”

“What was that about?”

“My aunt - San’s mom - was asking me if I’ve seen San and what he was up to and everything. Apparently she heard something was going on with him through her lawyer because he knows someone who knows San’s lawyer.” She rolled her eyes with a sigh.

“Oh? He doesn’t call her?”

Minsoo shook her head. “Not since the emancipation.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “The what?”

“Uhhhhh.”

“I mean, I guess you don’t have to tell me if--”

“San was a Chaebol heir!”

You choked on your own spit. You had no idea how you inhaled it, but you were so surprised you started choking. “A-- what?!” You coughed.

“Shit, I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone,” Minsoo whined.

“Then why did you say it?!”

“I don’t know! His mom always plays with my head! I’m sorry!”

“Don’t apologize to me!”

“Ahh!” Minsoo whined.

You laughed. “Well, now you have to explain.”

“Ugh, okay, but don’t tell him I told you.”

“Fine, I won’t.”

“So… ugh, okay. So when San was maybe sixteen, he met Seonghwa in school.”

You nodded.

She nodded. “When San was eighteen, there was this whole big fight in our family, because his dad is the current owner of Choi Electronics - which is like, electronics mostly, but a whole bunch of subsidiaries - and they wanted to merge with another company when he turned twenty.”

You nodded.

“They actually could have merged when he was eighteen, but they decided that he and the daughter of the owner of the other company should be married for like… I don’t  know, security or something, so they had to wait until they both turned twenty. But they made them meet when they were both eighteen.”

“Holy shit. The lives of rich people are insane. That sounds like medieval kingdoms allying with each other.”

“Maybe, I don’t know. A lot of families do it but it’s so archaic.” Minsoo took her phone out of her pocket.

You looked at her quizzically.

“I’m making sure the call ended. If my aunt heard me say that, she’d kill me.” 

You nodded. “Are your parents like his parents at all?”

She put her phone away and grimaced as she thought. “Not as much?”

Your eyebrows lifted in silent questioning.

“Like, my mom is his dad’s younger sister, so she works for the company but never had that kind of pressure, and I never had it either. We’re just not that important.” 

“That must be nice. You get the money but not the responsibility.”

She seemed to weigh something in her mind before continuing. “But… once I tell them I’m dating Seonghwa, we’re probably going to get into a fight… and there’s a good chance I could get cut off.”

“Oh my god. They don’t know?”

She nodded.

“I mean-- not to derail, but would you break up with him for them?”

She looked at you flatly, a face you’ve seen Seonghwa make multiple times when he was displeased by someone or something. You raised your brows in surprise.

“Break up with the lovely nerd-man who’s helping me learn to stick up for myself and who thinks my being chubby is cute or neutral, so I can stay with a family who calls me fat and wants me to be a doormat?”

You pointed at her aggressively. “I TOLD YOU he’d think it was cute!” And banged your fist against the counter in excitement.

“When did you say that?” She laughed.

“Didn’t I? I don’t know, maybe I just thought it. But whatever, I was still right! You’re adorable.”

She laughed bashfully.

“But yeah, don’t break up with him for them.”

“I don’t want to, but I get the feeling that they’re going to give me an ultimatum and I’m going to have to find an apartment soon.” She sighed.

“Maybe you can move in with him; combine your Gundam collection.”

She chuckled.

“But yeah, the San thing, go ahead.”

“So anyway… the fight started because San and the girl had an official meeting - it’s a blind date - and he came back from the meeting saying that he hated her. I never met her, but San called me afterwards and told me everything she said, and she seemed like, uh…”

“A heinous human being?”

“Yeah. Like a real princess who’s used to everyone waiting on them hand and foot, you know?”

You nodded.

“So then he went to his parents and was like ‘I’m not marrying her,’ and they were like, ‘What about the daughter of this other company?’”

“And that obviously wasn’t the point.”

“Yeah. So he told them he didn’t want to marry someone they picked out for him because her dad’s company was doing well because he didn’t want to be miserable for the rest of his life… And they fought for weeks. He got his own lawyer, and this whole court case happened, and he basically had himself legally estranged from the family and got some amount of money from them that I don’t know, and then they cut him off.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, he’s not in any wills anymore or anything.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah. I actually uh… I helped my grandma do a sneaky thing and she made my amount of her will larger so I could give it to him.”

“Did you?”

“Of course.”

You held up your fist for her to pound it and she did.

“You’re a solid girl, Minsoo. I’m surprised you weren’t too scared to do it.”

She shook her head. “I’d do anything my grandma would ask me. She was such a beacon of love in our family… and sense.”

“Shame no one else took after her.”

She nodded sadly.

“So were the results of the case their retaliation? Or is that what San wanted?”

“Being written out of the wills was his parent’s requirement. He got whatever money was legally in his name, and gave some of it to Seonghwa to start this café.”

“Oh, wow…” 

You looked around the café. It had never occurred to you that someone as young as Seonghwa being a café owner meant that he had to have a nice chunk of cash on hand to make everything happen. 

“I had no idea. Why has he never said anything? Also… I thought Seonghwa was the owner?”

“He is. San is his investor.”

“Holy shit, I had no idea.”

Minsoo nodded. “Yeah.”

“Did he ever say why he emancipated himself?”

“Not to me. But it’s pretty obvious, I think. He wanted to be in charge of his own life.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I guess all that money is kind of pointless if you can’t live the way you want and are forced to marry someone you don’t even like.”

Minsoo nodded.

The two of you stood in silence for a bit.

“You can not tell him I told you.”

“I won’t, don’t worry.”

Obviously, you had to talk to him about it.

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[strgirlyy]

We can't be friends

Chris Sturniolo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fight, Toxic relationship, Illusion, No reconciliation, Chris being a pussy, Cry.

Tell me if I forget something:)

Word count: 3350k

Based on the song we can't be friends by Ariana Grande

A/n: English is not my first language, and that's my first post, my requests box are always open, Good reading!!.

Have you ever wished that someone could just disappear from your life and take the memories with them?

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I am currently sitting in a chair, in a place that refers me to a dentist’s office. But removing all my teeth would certainly hurt less than the pain I’m feeling for what I’m about to do.

Flashback on

You’re unbelievable, I can’t do anything anymore, I can’t go out, I can’t be with my friends, you’re so selfish, you want me just for you and I can’t give you this, I want to be free, I wish you could disappear and take all our memory with you. - Chris shouts furious

I can’t say anything, I’m standing still, like my feet had stuck to the ground. Trying to process what he just told me

Selfish? You said I’m selfish Christopher?. You don’t deserve one percent of the love I gave you, everything I did for you, for us! So that our love would last. But I guess I realized it’s not what you want. You want me to leave ? You want everything we had gone? Okay, your wish is my command. Ask Matt or Nick to get your things in my house. I don’t ever want to see you again. You’re free to live. - I say without shedding a tear, take my bag and leave without looking back.

Flashback off

It hurt, everything he told me that night, no matter how hard I tried to look strong, I couldn’t, we were throwing away a love of five years, many moments lived, much love, much care. But fame went to his head and suddenly everything around him was more important than me. He had no more time for me, in his life there was no more room for a relationship.

It ended with me, so I made the decision I’m about to make. He said he wanted it all to go away, that at least I can accomplish.

I never imagined in mine that someday I would be doing this, I never imagined being possible. But here I am one step away from erasing our entire history.

This establishment promises to make all memory related to a specific person disappear forever, and makes you believe it never happened.

Hello dear, we will start, I must warn you that in the middle of the procedure you may feel dizzy or slips, but it will mean that it is working. Say "red alert" at any time and we will stop immediately. Good luck dear - the professional says with a crooked smile and a hand on my shoulder passing me comfort.

I nod and take a deep breath, feel an icy metal pricing on both sides of my face, and a green light comes on when it touches my skin.

I feel my eyes get heavy and close them. When I close them I get a glimpse of an Arcade, actually I see only a bear machine. I know this place, I’ve seen it before.

Flashback on

Run love, come on, I’ll get you a teddy bear even if lose all my money! - Chris says smiling and running to the bear machine

I laugh and go right after him

Oh no, I guess we’ll have to sell your house to pay the bills then - I laugh and he looks at me smiling

He presses the button and the game starts. Finally he manages to catch a bear, brown with a pink shirt, after one, two... twelve attempts.

Yayyy, I did it, here it is love, let’s call her Ally, Ally will keep you safe whenever you feel lonely or sad and I can’t help! - he says giving me the bear and giving me a kiss

Thank you Chris I love you! - I say look at the bear.

I look up to see him, but all I see is an empty place.

But of course, there was no one with me, I came alone, won the bear alone, with my abilities. I hug the bear I just conquered

Flashback off

I open my eyes and feel tears roll my cheeks and hold my necklace as a sign of comfort, but I remember how it was won

Can I have this at least? - I ask pointing to the necklace

The professional does not answer, just smiles sadly and feel my eyes get heavy again.

This time I’m sitting on the couch at home, watching a movie, I remember that day too

Flashback on

Love. Can we stop the movie just for a minute? - Chris asks sitting on the couch and looking at me.

Sure honey, what happened? - I ask worried

I wanted to give you something, which was actually supposed to be for your birthday. but I can’t stand - He laughs a little and hands me a white velvet box. - Happy early birthday

Oh Chris you didn’t have to give me anything, darling! - I smile and open the box.

It was a gold necklace with a pink heart pendant. It may seem like an exaggeration, but it was the most beautiful necklace I’ve ever seen in my life.

My God Chris, it’s beautiful! you’re special, I love you forever - I smile and look at the necklace.

But it was no longer a necklace, it was a pink collar, I look forward and Elsie, my dog is sitting on the couch, I put the collar I just bought her and hug her again watching the rest of the movie.

I look at the TV and I see Chris and I making snow angels. It looks weird, but suddenly I’m there.

Lying on the ground, in the snow, both laughing a lot, making our snow angels, happy, as we used to be.

I take my eyes off him for a minute to look at the cloudy sky above us, but when I return he is no longer there. It’s just me, as always, enjoying everything, with my own company.

Flashback off

85% of the process already done- I hear a voice half a distance

But this time I can’t open my eyes, I feel a little dizzy, and suddenly I’m sitting at my kitchen table with a cake full of candles. My birthday last year.

Flashback on

My birthday, a delicious cake, lit candles waiting to be extinguished.

Make a wish, love - Chris says calmly

I close my eyes wishing that moments like this never end. I open them again and as it is every year, on that same date, in this same way, I celebrate my birthday alone, surrounded by peace and a little solitude. I blow out the candles and prepare to eat a cake again by myself.

Flashback off

We ended up dear. You’re free to go, you’re free to live your new life. - the professional says leaving the room.

I feel strange but happy at the same time, I remember how I got here, I remember what I’m doing here, but I don’t remember why. I feel renewed, I feel that I can be happy again, that I can be myself, as if I had found myself again.

All worry is gone.

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[firowisteria]

Hiko x Jake fanfic for the two people that want to see it (Semi-SFW I think?)

(one being me, the other person being @royaltystudios)

The sun was setting. Jake waited for Hiko to meet him in a place just several yards away from Camp Tipiskaw. Out of everything he could have done, like tying him to tree and looking for the prize money himself to blatantly killing him, Jake brought himself into asking Hiko about the finale he lost in.

Hiko arrived in his host attire. He looked into Jake's gaze and couldn't help but daydream about running away with him into the other side of day. His mind wandered aimlessly about, ignoring what Jake was capable of whenever he falls into hysteria. He didn't listen to the first few sentences Jake spat, not like he ever felt liked listening to reprimands anyways.

"Don't you know how hard I have worked for that? And Ally too! Have you ever considered how painful our journey was?" Hiko finally heard Jake scold.

"I was only doing what I was told. And don't you think that losing to me is at least better than losing to Riya?" Hiko responded nonchalantly. "And why are you defending Ally?"

"Riya is in the hospital for crying out loud! No one gives a shit about her anymore! And.. Ally.. and! Oh, screw you! I never wanted to be here in the first place!" Jake balled his fists towards the eye-patched ginger.

"Then why did you come here again?" Hiko asked the taller man in pink. "Do you have any ulterior moves I don't know about?"

Beating Hiko to a pulp and putting him out of his misery would have been the perfect idea if Jake wanted to serve jail time. Jake knew that he shouldn't do anything foolish.. like anything that the Jake-of-the-past would. But then Jake remembered about the time that Hiko saw him for the first time in a year in which he mistaken him for a personal stripper. He also took the multiple times where Hiko flirted with him and pieced it with the former clue. Jake had a plan. A desperate plan, but one that works.

Jake begins to perform a distraction plan. He takes Hiko by the hips. "Are you okay with this?" He made a mental note-to-self to never mention about this plan when he comes back to visit Ally.

Hiko looks at Jake's eyes and becomes as red as his hair. "Are we?"

Jake responds, "As long as no one knows about this." He pulls Hiko in for a kiss. Hiko reciprocates as they proceed to keep on doing this for half a minute. Hiko's hands wandered around Jake's torso under his jacket and shirt, but stayed cautious enough so he didn't reach in places he wouldn't reach without overstepping boundaries. The moment to Hiko was glorious nevertheless.

Jake didn't know if he wanted this moment to stop. He, much to his chagrin, came to find out that Hiko was a fantastic kisser. Hiko started to kiss the side of Jake's neck. Jake didn't think his plan through, but he knew that he wanted to let Hiko do as much as he could to the extent, as long as it led him to forget about his intentions.

Hiko finally pulled away from Jake. He was flustered about the moments that happened. "Yyyeahh... We should never speak about this.. Well.. That was fun. See you around, Jake!" Hiko waved and went his way.

Jake paused to recollect what just happened those ten minutes prior. "Well.. That was a close one."

[tblsomedoodles]

Edit the Krasng in 03 aren't enemies!? Holy shit that opens the door to so much angst! Cux before Dee/Angie (mainly Angie) would be undet the impression that people he knows from Pops' dimension would play di.ilar roles snd while Karai being Gram Gram dud throw him a bit (I think he migh be legit evil in 03? Not sure) she still played a similar role as Shredder's daughter it's jsug she was a good guy this time. But now she's seeing people who he thought would be allies turning out to be enemies

Nope! They're not enemies! I wouldn't exactly call them good guys though either. They were, in my opinion, closer akin to 'grudging allies.'

so a little bit on the Utrom (or 03's version of Krang).

(this is all from memory b/c i'm lazy.)

But the Utrom are basically aliens that crashed onto earth a long time ago, and have been trying to find a way back to space ever since. (i think technically it was a prison ship that crashed b/c of a rogue Utrom but don't quite me on that.)

the mutagen that mutated the turtles came from them and their mutation was an accident.

Anyways, fun fact about 03 Shredder, he's an Utrom! and (if i remember correctly) the reason the ship crashed in the first place. He's been terrorizing the earth for a thousand. This is part of why he was such a threat in 03, b/c every time they tried to kill him (and they did try to kill him. several times.) that bastard kept popping back up like a bad penny since they never killed him, just his robot body (that no one realized was a robot body.)

Anyways, the Utrom has been working with a group of humans (that Yoshi, Splinter's Master, had once been a part of) to take down the Shredder.

Honestly, (and maybe i'm imagining it) but i'm fairly certain the Turtles never really trusted the Utrom. Sure they allied themselves with them for a while, and their Master's master secretly worked for them, but it felt more like they were simply fighting on the same side rather than together. (plus they seemed rather willing to let the turtles take on the shredder on their own.

Rant over! Now what does that mean for Angie (and/or Dee)? Well it's basically further proof that Rise and 03 are not the same. Rise Shredder is a demon suit of armor possessing an ancestor's soul. 03 Shredder is an evil alien in a suit of armor that has been terrorizing Earth for a thousand years (and presumably his own planet before that.) 03 Shredder is just straight up evil.

honestly, i'd probably put the two on fairly even footing as far as 'threat meter' goes. Sure Rise is a demonic entity and has a lot of big attacks, but 03 Shredder is a being that's been actively being evil for over a thousand years. He has the money, stregnth, and power to do whatever he wants. And is more than willing to kill even his own allies to get it. (What Baxter Stockman goes through in this universe is all the example you need. Plus that bastard has almost killed Leo like 3 times so, you know. He yeets our boy through April's window. though i think every series has someone getting yeeted thorugh April's window. but that's a different rant.)

As far as Krang vs Utrom, i think Angie/Dee would recognize they were similar but not directly associate them. Like talking to their uncles and pops later, they'd be like "oh yeah, they were like giant utrom looking things. but they were called the krang." And that would be that.

Thank yoU!

[defensivelee]

I have created. another AU. as you may have noticed, most of my AUs are just general vibes in my head BUT THIS ONE. NOT THIS ONE. like Alien Alien, this one has an immeasurable amount of worldbuilding and dynamics already figured out partly because I was turning it around in my head for like a month or so and I think it’s too developed to not yell about it here

it was inspired by a variety of Japanese music videos, mostly by TOOBOE’s “Tablet” and then a ton of MASA WORKS DESIGN’s stuff. if anything MWD is like. the soundtrack for it i actually made a playlist if you wanna see (it’s literally all MWD oh my god)

anyway read on for screamings about the weird modern fantasy mafia AU called Six Lives Won’t Make You Happy, or if you don’t have much time, Six Lives.

This is a world completely different from ours. Once upon a time, devils from an unknown realm ruled the world, but once humanity began to assert itself, they went back to wherever they came from. What they left behind were their descendants, crossbred with humans that continued to spread throughout the globe. To this day, their descendants carry on the legacy of the devils.

The main story takes place in the city of New Amsterdam, and as to what the name refers to is up to interpretation. This is also in the modern day, or at least some kind of modern time...it’s definitely not ours.

Humanity

About 60% of humanity is descended from the numerous devils of antiquity. What they have to show for their devil ancestry are their tails, horns, markings, and other features on their bodies that weren’t seen on humans before the devils. That’s all pretty normal to see on a human, but not all descendants of the devils have those features, so it’s not always easy to tell the difference between someone who came from devils and someone who didn’t, and to see exactly which kingdom they are descended from is even harder.

Of course, they’re the dominant species now, but absolute deference to the devil ancestors is expected. However, the devils aren’t worshipped so much as the Allies are.

Allies

As revered as they are reviled, these are humans bound to the souls of actual devils, not descendants. It is required, in fact, that the human not be a descendant of a devil, otherwise that would make the whole soul-binding event more difficult if the devil had to fight against the rival devil blood within the human.

Today, what some devils need to keep surviving is a human host, but they do not take over human bodies fully. Far from it, actually. A human will seek out a devil that has now been freed from their recently deceased host, and if this human successfully conquers the devil in battle, they will receive the powers of the devil. These greatly vary depending on the individual. The devil essentially lies dormant in the human body until the human dies and the cycle repeats again. The surefire way to tell if someone is an Ally is to look if they have tear-like markings under their incredibly dark eyes.

Allies are worshipped in this society as devils in the real world, and once a human becomes one with the devil they defeated, they become the revered image of that devil. The devil itself is not worshipped, the human is. They are called Allies because they “close the gap between humanity and its ancestors.” There are about 200 Allies in the world at one time, and they receive prayers from all around the world to them. What these Allies do is...really nothing, a few hours a day they’ll sit around and receive visitors to hand out blessings and advice, and of course receive “donations.” As the world has developed around them, so too has the mode of worship, and these Allies have become more like celebrities than anything.

Of course, some still try to do their job, but others really get into it for the fame and money. That is why in most countries their existence is heavily regulated and it is usually politicians that are the Allies. Even then, they must have “handlers” around them at all times, known more accurately as devil tamers, who know how to neutralize their powers should they lash out for any reason.

Not everyone worships the Allies for the reason that they are dangerous, and the fact that many of them are frauds. Many organized crime groups have Allies under them and use them simply to win more money, and not just with donations. With what is essentially a domesticated devil under their control, the possibilities are as endless as they are bloody!

Dwaallicht Spirits

Also known as dwaallicht remnants, these are lower-class devils that are much more abundant and older than their more powerful counterparts. They come from the ancient energies that created the universe and world itself, known as dwaallichten. Over time, the dwaallichten faded away, leaving only remnants that continued to create demonic life on the surface of the Earth.

These spirits vary even more in power and appearances than the greater devils do. Some are only as intelligent as fish, others can impersonate humans. Some lasted only a year, others are immortal. Some can only be classified as “breeds”, and still others are famous throughout history for their numerous interactions with humans.

What they really like to do is mess with humanity, tricking them and scaring them, sometimes even killing them. Thus they are seen as pests more than anything, as they are much easier to get rid of than the greater devils, and whole companies exist that promise to do exactly that!

Overlifers

The Overlifers are not allowed to live. These are humans who have made contracts with devils and took on numerous challenges to gain six lives, five more than anyone else. They are easy to spot with their eyeliner-like markings around their eyes and the curling marks on their cheeks, if you knew that that was what those markings meant. Their name is a portmanteau of the words “overdose” and “life.”

Overlifers are typically associated with leading crime organizations and terrorist groups such as the Disciples of Restoration. They can live for a very long time if they preserve their lives carefully, as aging is significantly slowed down until they reach their sixth life. They are generally more powerful than normal humans and that power can swell greatly if they train it enough, which is part of why they're illegal.

Not much else is known about them, but they are thought of as having incredibly irritating god complexes, so much so that it is common to jokingly ask someone who is acting perhaps more arrogantly than they should, “Have you received your six lives yet?” This isn’t entirely wrong.

Whoever dares to defy even the Allies themselves by gaining what is most certainly an unfair advantage towards them is probably a very, very terrible person...

Character List

Mary II: One very popular streamer with adoring fans and a not-so-adoring family. Strangely, she has no features of her devil ancestors, leading to her father calling her an angel constantly. Despite what her internet persona may display, she is very aware of whatever darkness her father runs and in fact may be a willing participant in it...

Anne: Was put in charge of discovering who murdered her uncle against her will. She’s not sure she likes what she’s finding. She’s aware that it’s sort of a wild goose chase when the murderer and his accomplices keep chasing her into dead ends, but out of defiance she’ll keep looking, if only to topple the leadership of the Disciples of Restoration once her suspicions are confirmed.

Charles II: The joyful leader of the infamous Disciples of Restoration! He ran it pretty well (as well as you can run criminals, anyway), and his mysterious death (that isn’t actually so mysterious) is the inciting incident of this universe. Stranger still was that as an Overlifer, he technically had three lives left on that night.

James II: The leader of the Disciples of Restoration after his brother’s death. He intends to preserve all of his lives very carefully, but Jimmy doesn’t always get his way. He also intends to actually carry out the vision that the Disciples always had in mind, but never really get around to doing it: unite the devils and humans under the rule of the Overlifers.

Maria Beatrice: One of the few women involved with the leadership of the Disciples, mostly because her husband leads it. She has the rare ability to control and summon anybody linked to the devils, even the devils and Allies themselves, which is infinitely useful to James. However, she despises the Overlifers for their defiance towards the devils and doesn’t believe in the authority of the Allies, instead looking to the ancient devils and even the dwaallichten for guidance.

Duke of Monmouth: A dwaallicht spirit who was taken in by Charles an Undetermined Period of Time ago. He can shapeshift into a variety of animals, but mostly presents as a human that takes more or less after the appearance of Charles. One of his favorite things to do as a spirit is wait by the entrances of houses and if you happen to forget anything as you exit, he’ll attack you. James finds this increasingly irritating.

William III: A secret Overlifer who holds the greatest power humanity may ever know, if only he knew how to harness it. He’s technically not a politician, just a guy with interesting opinions and a platform. He’s also the leader of the Devils of Orange-Nassau, which more or less has the same motivations as the Disciples except it’s William’s smarter, but no less violent, edition.

Hans William Bentinck: New Amsterdam’s newest Ally, associated with loyalty and honesty. If you want a faithful partner or a good friend, he’s the guy you pray to. Unlike most Allies, he tries to do his job as best as he can, despite only becoming an Ally at William’s urging. He’ll try to advise you as best as he can without a degree in psychology. One of his powers as an Ally is the ability to deliver a bite that can paralyze and knock you out before you even realize what happened.

Anne Villiers: One of the Ally Bentinck’s regulars and a slightly less popular streamer than her friend Mary. She’s no stranger to the things Mary is involved in and has more than once assisted her with the tasks James demands of her. She puts her faith in Bentinck most of all, the truest Ally there is...but surely he would never look at her the way she sees him. Does he even know her name?

John Churchill: A famous actor as well as a beloved Ally, associated with bravery for the many dramatic roles he has played. Technically he’s not supposed to be an Ally, but the authorities can let it slide for a celebrity like him. Less known are his associations with the Disciples of Restoration. He’s also surprisingly easy to kidnap, if anybody ever wanted to do that for some reason.

Arnold Joost van Keppel: An ancient and famous dwaallicht spirit that can disguise himself as a fox, or as a human with fox ears and a tail. The reason he’s famous is because he’s said to give you five years of life if you kiss him, ten if it’s on the mouth, and twenty if you sleep with him. That’s probably true, but you would have to find him first as he’s constantly on the run...and once you do, you have to make sure he doesn’t take all your remaining years first.

Louis XIV: A devil that refuses to submit to the will of the Allies! Rather than giving willing humans his powers, he regularly possesses human bodies and gets around that way. He’s looking for a way to bring back the authority of the devils, though it’s mostly just his. He just has to get rid of a few pesky Overlifers first.

That's all I have of this AU for now, if I were to write for it I would hope to publish it here or on ao3! And honestly I do hope to write for it because I have so many ideas for everyone listed here BUT WE SHALL SEE...........

[jerzwriter]

This is personal so pls delete if you would not like to answer.

When did you know you were bi and how were you sure? I am in college and trying to understand myself.

Hey Nonny,

It is personal, but I don't mind answering. Especially if it helps you or someone else out there.

So, it gets personal below the break...

Looking back, I've always known, but I didn't always accept or admit it. When I was a kid and getting those first "celebrity crushes," I had them on both male and female celebrities. But while I was encouraged to spend my allowance money on posters of the former and tape them all over my room - the latter was not accepted. It took just one reaction for me to understand, I should not do this, it's bad, and I'll get in trouble.

Going back even further, I was maybe eight, and I was watching the news one night (I'm a fucking nerd. I've been obsessed with the news since I am five... I have issues...). Anyway, they were covering the gay pride parade (what it was called then) in NYC, and I asked an older relative who was with me what gay meant. I'll never forget their answer. They said: "It's when a boy likes another boy, or a girl likes another girl... they call it gay, but I call it sick!" My naive eight-year-old self replied. "Oh. I thought it meant happy."

"It's sick." When that's the reaction you get from a young age, you're going to do what you can to shut that down. It's socialization. When I grew up, there were no same-sex or queer couples in the media or mainstream literature. There were no role models, no examples. there were rumors of some celebrities, but it was never admitted. Mind you, I also came of age when the AIDS crisis was still very much alive - and if you didn't live through it - well, you have no idea the backlash at that time.

When I was a teen, I began hanging out in Greenwich Village and found "my people." Not all were queer, but all were open-minded, and it opened a whole new world to me. Finally, a place where people were like, "You're cool! There is nothing wrong with you - there is something wrong with the people telling you there is."

That's when I became involved with activism, but I remained quiet about who I was to people in my "other" life. They just assumed I was, like, a super-ally. But I knew. And that self-acceptance was the first step to the freedom to live my own truth.

Nowadays, at least in my corner of the world (I know it's not everywhere), most people are much more open and accepting. In fact, the "I call it sick" relative mentioned above is now an ally. It's so much better than it was - but it's not where it needs to be. My kid has two friends who are deep in the closet because they know they'll be disowned if they come out... in the US, in the year of our lord 2023... unbelievable.

I encourage you to do what you must to find yourself and understand it's a journey. When and if you come out is up to YOU and YOU alone. I wish you a very Happy Pride. It is certainly yours to celebrate too. Remember, my DMs are open if you need to talk, and the conversation would be 1000% confidential. Sending you love and hugs!

[thehoneysucklevine]

(I love helluva boss and this is for me to enjoy but hope others like it and if so suggest your ships and i may write it)

STRIKER X STELLA

Love in war

Chapter 1: Help

Stella was pissed, as stormed off into the palace. She wanted Stolas dead for what he had done for her, but how ?

It would be to obvious if she did it herself.

The Goetia family would know it was her and she may be a powerful demon but no where strong enough to fend off all the Goetia and their allies.

She stood still as she crossed by a mirror in the hall seeing her makeup run down her white feathery face. Her eyes still puffy as she had been crying all night not that she cared Stolas cheated on her.

But an imp?

Why?

Stella wiped her tears with her right hand as the other got dirt off her dress from when she broke a vase earlier.

She sighed heavily as she heard a small southern voice talk behind her.

"Your majesty ?"

Stella snapped her head her eyes a blaze, at the small female yellow Imp before her. Even her rattling tail wanted to make Stella rip her head off.

"What you wench ?, Did I call for you."

The small female coward wearing a maids uniform, as Stella bent down to her she remembered this was Maribelle the one they had hired to help watch Octavia when she was born.

"Oh, Maribelle my apologies in my rage .."

Stella said standing back up straight, embarrassed now since this woman has been a long time loyal servant.

Maribelle just smiled

"No need, your majesty, I just came to you when some of them kitchen demons started talking. Listen honey, I may not be much of a demon but I don't reckon it's all that fair for your husband to cheat on ya..and well I'm here to help."

Stella stood there for a moment and looked, around she hushed the woman and waved to follow her to her safe haven.

Her sowing room, she walked down the corridor to it next to where the garden was and opened the large oak door and stepped into the room where inside resembled a craft room with patterns and mannequins.

The walls of the room were a soft off pearl color the floor deep brown wood she sighed as she sat in her sturdy showing chair that was cow hide and wood just like the one her mother used to have.

"Okay, we are safe now Maribelle no one comes in here. Tell me about your help?"

Maribelle's gold eyes lit up her tail rattling happily

"Yes mam, you see before I came here to work when the Goetia family bought me I lived in the Wrath ring."

Stella tapped her fingers and waved to let the imp sit in the sowing chair in front of her.

There was a small table, for tea and her drawing book.

This is where she would usually place Octavia when she was a wee owlette to let her watch her sow. The imp obliged and sat.

Once she sat Stella would motion for her to continue talking.

Maribelle would speak up in her usual southern twang

"I have a twin brother in Wrath, named Striker. I bet if you promised to let me free of my contract that Lord Paimon bought me under from our family when I wasten and some money he would happily do the job."

Stella thought for a moment, and nodded she looked to Maribelle

"How do i contact him?"

Maribelle smiled and screed happily,but Stella hushed her and soon Maribelle spoke.

"I do not have his number, but i know his address as we are allowed to write letters if you let me write a letter to him he will come here for you to talk."

Stella sighed,she knew the help was not allowed to really talk on the phone. Or have Thier own since they lived in servant quarters, so she agreed to the letter knowing that was the best way to make contact.

Though Stella knew letters were checked, so she would simply send it herself in thier mail box saying it was a reward for Maribelle since it was ner her fifteen year anniversary of being here in thier palace.

Stella agreed, and told Maribelle the plan.It was agonizing to wait but within a day Maribelle gave her the letter and Stella out in the mailbox in an official Goetia family envelope with seal.

Once Stella saw the mail carrier take it off she went back inside and to her safe have. She worked on the ball gown she had began working on the week before Thier not divorced party as she wanted to wear it to the Harvest moon festival,now she was making it her funeral gown for her part as the grieving widow.

[stephanidftba]

Hey KiraDaxers

Today's my birthday and I was hoping for some validation? I just finished my second KiraDax Pirates AU (35 chaps, 44k words) and it doesn't have a single comment. Can you please consider giving it a shot for my birthday?

Summary: Captain Dax takes Captain Kira captive and locks her up in Dax's own quarters. Y'know, to keep an eye on her. Rated T.

Chapter 1:

"More sails!" Jadzia commanded. "Give her all we’ve got, we need to go faster!" She looked back at the ship approaching, and frowned at the red pirate flag. She knew enough about flags to know that if this other captain caught them, they were dead. She'd seen the ship before, but never had trouble until now. The distance between them was definitely shortening. "Man the cannons!" Jadzia hollered. She'd rather not fight fellow pirates, but she had no choice. Her heart beat fast and she felt a corner of her mouth try to quirk up. 

The other ship drew up on the Tenara's starboard and fired their cannons. Jadzia grinned as her crew responded in kind. After a few rounds of trading cannon fire, the other ship was in much worse condition. Jadzia heard the other captain, a woman, calling orders. 

"Abandon cannons!" She yelled. "Prepare to abandon ship! Take what you can grab, no-one leaves without permission!" Jadzia suspected they didn't have enough dinghies for the crew. She also suspected that a proper, experienced pirate would allow her adversaries to drown, but hoped she could make an ally instead. 

"Miles!" Jadzia called. 

"Aye." He was by her side in an instant. 

"Get our dinghies down, we're taking them captive." 

"We are?" He asked. 

"I know they attacked us, and deserve to drown, but I'd rather not have their deaths on my conscience if I can help it. If they'd rather drown, at least we tried. We have space, food, and money to feed them. I'll only turn them in to the crown if they don't behave. Get our strongest to row over with you, you make the offer. Understand?" 

"Aye." 

"Oh, and their captain comes aboard first." She added. He nodded and quickly headed off. Jadzia took the lull in the action to order all their irons brought up from the brig, and to get her hat and coat on, matching black with gold trim, to impress and intimidate the other crew. She also put her pistol, sabre, and dagger on just in case. She hoped to make an ally, but knew she should be prepared for more bloodshed. She returned to the deck and watched her dinghies return. 

"Captain." Jadzia greeted as a black tricorn hat and tousled red hair came into view. She offered a chivalrous hand, helping the other woman onto deck. Her offer was accepted and Jadzia quickly spun the other captain, twisting her arm behind her back. With Jadzia's other hand, she grabbed her dagger and pressed the flat of the blade to the shorter woman's throat. The woman's free hand grabbed Jadzia's wrist holding the dagger. "Is that any way to treat your rescuer?" Jadzia chuckled, the woman's shorter stature and Jadzia's grip making it only natural for her to speak directly into her captive's ear. 

As the rest of the pirates boarded, those of the other crew allowed themselves to be placed in wrist irons, Jadzia's crew put the confiscated weapons into a chest, which was locked so that nobody of either crew could steal them. The other crew then allowed themselves to be led below to the brig. 

A foot pressed to the back of Jadzia's captive's knees brought her to the deck easily enough. Her coat and hat were mismatched, the coat slightly too big, possibly stolen. Jadzia put irons on the woman's ankles as well as wrists for security. Jadzia gently poured out the captain's satchel, not wanting to break anything inside. She needn't have worried, it was all maps and jewelry. She put the jewelry back and gave the maps to a crewman. 

"Take these and her to the map room." 

Jadzia and Miles went to her quarters to discuss next moves. He knew of her past, and she leaned on his nautical and piratical expertise. This woman was the first proper pirate captain Jadzia had spoken to, and she didn't want to immediately reveal her eccentricity and lack of experience. 

"Her name's Bloody Kira." Miles informed. 

"I don't want her with her crew. Can we lock her here in my quarters?" Jadzia asked. 

"We can't build a cell, but I can drive a manacle to the floor." Miles bargained. Jadzia nodded. She grabbed a blanket and laid it along the wall opposite her bunk. 

"Drive it there, let the chain reach the table, but no further." Jadzia directed, moving the little table to the center of the room, pointing just on the blanket side of the midpoint between the two. It would allow the captive woman some freedom of movement while sleeping, she could get near a porthole, but would be kept well away from Jadzia and her things. 

"Aye. It'll be done in less than half an hour." 

"I want the manacle as secure as you can get it, Miles." 

"Aye, cap'n. I won't let her touch you." 

"Move everything out of her reach, and get 2 chamber pots if you can. I'm going to go talk to her and her crew." 

Jadzia headed to the brig, the captives immediately quieted upon seeing her. She stared them all in the eyes, chin high, she couldn’t be seen as weak or inexperienced. 

“We’re headed to port.” She announced. “We’ll be docked there for a while. If you make trouble, I turn you in for piracy. Understand?” She asked. A few slow nods. She left, preparing herself to converse one on one with a real, proper, experienced pirate. 

"Alright, let's see how good your maps are." Jadzia sighed as she strode into the map room, focusing on the maps. Bloody Kira sat quietly as Jadzia sorted the maps into piles of useful and not. The not useful maps, she put back into the satchel, the useful ones would be her prize. She planned to get copies of the useful maps made for the other woman, which she knew was ridiculously kind, as was saving Bloody Kira from drowning, not taking her jewelry, and keeping her crew's weapons safe. But Jadzia's philosophy was to make allies where she could, even with those who attacked her, if possible. "Thanks for saving these from the water." She said of the maps conversationally as she finally looked at Bloody Kira. Vibrant red hair framed a scarred but pretty face with a strong jaw. Her nose looked to have been broken at least once, and deep brown eyes glowered at Jadzia. 

"So, Bloody Kira, here's how this is going to go." Jadzia stated. "I'm headed to port. While at port I'll get copies of these maps made that are so good you won't even be able to tell they're copies. That'll take a good few months. During that time, if you don't behave yourself, I'll turn you in for the bounty. Your crew has been made the same offer, I don't know if any of them have a bounty on their heads, but I can always turn them in for piracy. Thoughts?" "What the fuck kind of pirate rescues their adversary and then turns them in for piracy?" Kira spat immediately. Jadzia suppressed a smile at the impotent fury directed at her. 

"The fucking rich kind. Any relevant thoughts?" She clarified. 

"What do you mean by 'behave'?"

"Right now the list consists of 'don't attack anyone and don’t try to escape'. I might've saved you from drowning, but I'm very capable of shooting you, or gutting you like a fish if given reason. And if you're dead I don't need to pay to get copies made of my new maps. You'll be staying with me, but if you don't behave, you're going to the brig, maybe with all your fingers, maybe not." Jadzia shrugged, the status of Bloody Kira's hands not a worry to her. Bloody Kira nodded her understanding. 

"What happens when we get to port?" 

"If I don't turn you in to the crown, I don't give a shit what you do." Jadzia replied and gestured to Bloody Kira's satchel. "One of those necklaces should be able to buy you passage most places, a ring'll get you a few nights in a whorehouse." The whorehouse comment didn't earn her any reaction.  

"What do I do if I need to piss?" 

"Do you need to piss now?" Jadzia figured she could take her captive to the head this once if need be. 

"No." 

"I have an idea, you'll see later. Any other questions?" Jadzia asked, Bloody Kira shook her head. "Then it's time to go see your crew." Jadzia unlocked the wrist irons from the chair and lifted Bloody Kira by her coat's shoulder. 

Jadzia threw an arm around her captive's shoulders to lead her, better to keep her from trying anything. Bloody Kira grimaced and leaned away from her, which wasn't behavior Jadzia was unfamiliar with, but it still hurt. 

"They're not fucking contagious." She spat. Bloody Kira frowned in confusion for a second. 

"It's not that," she explained, "I don't want to be anywhere near you." Jadzia was so relieved to not be judged for her birthmarks that she threw her head back and laughed. Bloody Kira winced and tried to pull away, but Jadzia just pulled her closer. 

"Deal with it." She hissed. It was her prerogative as captor to annoy her captive. 

"Fucking lunatic." Bloody Kira muttered, Jadzia laughed again. If only Bloody Kira knew the many ways Jadzia was fucked in the head. 

Jadzia swung through the opening to the next deck below, then turned round for her captive. Bloody Kira awkwardly sat down, legs dangling through the opening, chain rattling, and leaned forward until she fell into Jadzia's outstretched hands. Jadzia opened the door to the brig and let Bloody Kira approach her crew alone. 

"We'll be stuck here for a few months, but if we keep our heads down and mouths shut, we won't end up gallows birds." She told them. "Odo, wipe that look off your face. It could be a lot fucking worse." She continued in a growl. 

"What kind of pirate turns in another?" A man, likely Odo, protested. 

"The kind that's got you in her fucking brig." Kira spat, head against the bars. "I don't give a shit how you feel, you keep your fucking mouth shut." Jadzia figured it was time for a show of strength. She pulled out her pistol and aimed at Bloody Kira. 

"Better listen to your captain." She mocked in a sing-song, drawing everyone's attention. She smiled. "Or you'll find out why I'm called Laughing Dax. Sure I saved you from drowning, but give me a reason and you'll eat a bullet, and I'll smile all the while." She slowly sauntered towards them as she spoke, Bloody Kira glaring at her. "Or maybe," Jadzia placed the muzzle under her captive's defiant chin, "if your crew doesn't listen, you take the punishment." She cooed the threat, then looked to the captive crew. "Understand?" She demanded. They nodded. Jadzia pulled Bloody Kira forward by her coat and slung an arm around her shoulder again. "Let's go see where you'll be staying." Miles ought to have everything finished by now. 

Jadzia gazed at the ladder back up, debating. It would take loads more work to get Bloody Kira back up the ladder than down. Jadzia certainly wouldn't mind bodily supporting the other woman up the ladder, but it would be easier and less controlling to allow Bloody Kira to get herself up the ladder. And Jadzia could always help later if need be. 

"Suppose this can't end too badly, and you've behaved so far." Jadzia murmured as she unlocked the wrist irons. She watched the other woman make her way up the ladder, jumping and hauling herself up to the next rung, uncomplaining.

[gigglebug]

Find the Word game

tagged by @randomstupidchaos

words: road, blue, night, dress

all from The Masks we Choose, though some has been posted already, heh

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Crea nodded reluctantly, seeing the noble building in the distance. "I guess so," she mumbled. "I'm still not sure why we have to do this."

"Socializing and networking," Floria replied, her tone sounding heavily practiced. "Few ladies are having the opportunity to be meeting others of their status in a close environment. It is giving us a chance to be discussing problems specific to our circles, be making allies for later down the road, and pretending to be civilized." She sighed. "You will be forgiving me for my lack of excitement. I was becoming a soldier in order to avoid such lengthy complaints from my mother when I am skipping these things."

A weak smile tugged at Crea's lips. "This happened a lot, I see."

"What is giving it away?" Floria scoffed sarcastically. "If not being for you, I would be avoiding this again."

-

Crea snorted softly, shaking her head. "No, I picked red because it's an easy dye color. Probably cheaper."

"Oh. I suppose that's sensible." Zara considered that a little, her eyebrows creasing as she thought. "But you're not paying for it. Why not get a color you like?"

"So?" Crea asked. "I like cheap colors. What's the problem?"

"But what if you didn't have to pay? Then what color would you—"

"You're not changing my dress color with this."

"I know! But still."

Crea considered that for a few minutes as they kept walking. "Probably blue," she said finally. "But probably a dark blue. Light dye colors are easy. But dark like the night sky? Almost impossible. And definitely not cheap, either."

"Oh, imagine little rhinestones all over it to imitate stars," Zara said dreamily. "That would be gorgeous, you're right. You should commission a dress like that."

"With what money?" Crea laughed. "That would be stupidly expensive."

"I suppose," Zara said.

-

"Oi Crea," Babs began. "When ya was gettin' yer fancy title at the castle, didja 'appen to see anythin' abaht the prince while ya was there?"

Crea looked up from her morning breakfast, watching Babs' furrowed brow as well as her crossed arms as she swiveled thoughtfully at the kitchen island. The rest of the room was quiet, everyone else still focused on eating. "No," Crea replied. "At least, I heard of him in passing, briefly, but I didn't see anything. He's been in hiding for ages, apparently. Why?"

Babs huffed softly, still swiveling back and forth. "Me ol' dad said there was a merchant bloke that came through last night. 'Ad a newspaper clippin' an' everythin', apparently. Sounded like somethin' real awful 'appened to 'im."

Crea swallowed subtly, feeling Malroth's presence more solidly at her side. "To the merchant?"

"The prince," Babs clarified. "The way dad described it was really bad."

-

"Anything we can help you with today?" The worker smiled broadly, gesturing to the dress Crea had scrutinized a moment before. "You have impeccable taste, if I may say. We just finished these samples yesterday."

Crea smiled politely. "They're very beautiful," she complimented, her voice wavering only slightly. She held the suit a little firmer and continued, gesturing to the dress with her other hand. "I'm most used to simple cotton if I'm honest, but these are interesting for how you seem to have patterned different fabrics together."

"Oh! Seasoned sewist, are you?" The worker grinned, stepping forward. Aris exhaled imperceptibly and moved out of the way.

Crea let go of the suit and stepped back from it. "Well, yes, but I'm not here for me."

"No?" The worker paused, looking aside at Aris before their smile reappeared. "Ah, I see. For you, darling?"

Aris forced a return smile. "Just looking," he assured.

-

tagging @eriquin and if lyra or don want another go with words then you're welcome to repeat

words: curly, brown, soft, metal

[tsuki-sennin]

Shortly after asserting N'Kosopa's will against the vindictive Racules and fending away the Bugnarak Empire in Peta, King of Evil Gira and President Yanma Gast are unexpectedly stolen away by God Kamakiri: Guardian Shugod of the Kingdom of Ishabana. Infamous for her lavish lifestyle but beloved by her people as a healer, Ishabana's young Queen Himeno Ran no doubt seeks an audience with the two men. Though her aim is uncertain, she may prove to be an invaluable ally in dethroning Racules and freeing the people of Shugoddam...

...ahem, that is to say... "Let's get this story of ours back on track!"

Spoilers, I guess...

-Sheesh, they should pay me to do these recaps!

-So the story goes!

-Ah, it's...

-Well, it's certainly a pretty place!

-Getting kidnapped by a beautiful girl's gigantic robot mantis god...

-That's how I'd like to be introduced to someone.

-Ah, Yanma seems to know what's up.

-Uhhh, not at all, Your Majesty! We're right as rain, eh Gira?

-Ooooof, shut down.

-Well, to be fair, Gira's a pretty eye catching dude.

-...I won't lie, it'd have been all over for me right then and there.

-Rich, glamorous doctor, patron of the arts, and direct with what she wants?

-AND flower handcuffs!? Oh, Toei, you guys gotta stop reading my search history.

-Soooooo, how we feeling about Zenryoku King? I think it's pretty good, but I'm not quite sure it fits the theming quite yet.

-I absolutely love this opening sequence though, it's so sick looking.

-I love how the team colors just pop out of the grayscale.

-Sentai gets visual flair even if fidelity can be called into question sometimes.

-Holy shit, every Kingdom's in better shape than Shugoddam!

-That motherfucker!

-Kuwagon :)

-I see Gira views his god as his bestie

-"Here I thought you a junkyard dog! Gast, you spineless, simpering purse pup! Have you been so truly whipped that you'd hand over MY God to please a single whim!?"

-"No! ...Nyes :3d"

-Oh, and she's got maids for days!

-Evil~!

-"...okay, can he say that in English? Or uh, Japanese I guess... come to think of it, what do the people of Tikyu speak? Galactic Basic?"

...actually, I hear Erica Murakami's got a bit of Canadian in her, would she know English?

-Rainbow Jururira!

-...come to think of it, Gira must be starving. Not only did he just get out of a battle, but he was taken to another country and hung from the ceiling. ...has he eaten today?

-"Some of you may die, but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make."

-Oooooh, three greater guardians.

-That's a scarab, I'm pretty sure.

-Himeno seems like the kind of person who'd get extremely mad about a typo in chat.

-Hmm... this place reminds me a lot of the Netherlands. ...or I suppose more accurately, the Dutch tulip craze.

-If you don't know what I'm taking about, I insist you do a bit of research on the 17th century's Tulip Mania. It's a hell of a lot like the investment schemes we see nowadays, in terms of how much money was lost and how little we learn from it.

-"Oh God, it's another one... *Sigh* Do I have to depose this one too?"

-"Smash that house!"

-Gira's certainly sticking to his principles. Very based of him.

-Those poor people.

-...Ohhhh, she likes blowing shit up.

-God, she's perfect.

-"...and just as suddenly as it came, it's gone. Let's get outta here."

-Raaaainbow jururira.

-"Yo."

-The bugs are fighting!

-Ohhh, it's a soup.

-Soop...

-"Yeah, thanks, whatever."

-"Good work. ...but this ain't the real thing."

-I'm gonna be honest, I haven't the foggiest idea what jururira even is.

-For all I know, it could be like

-Deep fried spaghetti ice cream.

-Okay, that seems like gelatin.

-Man, Yanma's just *deflated*.

-"Hand over the beetle, or you're fired."

-RITA JUMPSCARE

-"You be safe now, yeah?"

-Ohhh, poor kid

-Seems like her Dad's really mad.

-And off she goes.

-"Please follow these instructions."

-Man, I'm sad now.

-Queen Himeno's aesthetic sense

-25 WHAT THE FUCK

-Oh

-Okay, he just

-I've done a lot of things for cute girls in my short existence, but I don't think roleplaying as a geriatric is one of 'em.

-Oh shit, Bugnarak.

-Who is Queen Himeno Ran, really?

-The people flee!

-Ohgai Busou!

-Help her!

-...oh god, she's covered in shit.

-Take that selfishness to the top, girlie.

-Himeno Ran! Does as she pleases, and pleases as she does!

-Come and Kick It!

-Ohgai Busou!

-Kamakiri Ohger!

-Kamakiri, Kamakiri! Yas Queen!

-Ohh...

-Ohh, she's even more beautiful than I could've ever imagined

-She be walkin!

-"You're not nearly enough of a self-centered bitch yet~!"

-"Hahahaha! How obstinate! Verily, your selfishness is a fitting ally for the King of Evil~!"

-Man, that Mantis would bite my head right off...

-King Ohger!

-Oh shit

-Literally~!

-...that's two episodes in a row with poop jokes, what the heck.

-Snaaaaaail!

-"Oh, okay. Zooom."

-Himeno-samaaaaa~!

-Oh okay, that's uh

-An interesting angle.

-Yay, we did it!

-...I've decided that I am now officially a Himeno Ran simp.

-...you could've picked up on context clues, but I figured saying it outright would help.

-"Ohhhhh!"

-"You just let me handle it, yeah?"

-King Dybowski!

-Of Toufu Land!

-Good on ya, lass.

-That's our Queen for you.

-"Shut it boy. I've got a job to do."

-God Kabuto!

-Oh, no time for surgery, it seems!

-Kaguragi Dybowski! What is this Bee Lord after?

-Suppose we'll just have to wait and see now, won't we?

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Tw racism, transphobia, fatphobia, all that kinds of stuff, with examples

My mom has become all of that.

She's always been... idk somewhat of all of that. Very selective racist (it is wild, ngl) and a bit fatphobic.

But it has become worse. I guess because her life has become worse, she's developed MS and, you know, racism & co are middle age ppls favorite coping mechanism. Plus she has zero internet competence and every whatsapp chain letter is fact.

And it is sooo wild, like, she's an ally for gay ppl and binary trans ppl, since forever. But since non-binary is becoming more present, she's very transphobic against them. (Which sucks because I am non-binary but ok, I don't need her validation).

She's become super fatphobic, she's watching those wedding dress shows a lot and always commenting on ppls weight in hateful ways "Oh, you are too fat for that!" "You can't wear that with your fat arms!!" etc. I mean, may fat ppl not have a pretty wedding dress? (It hurts too bc, guess what, I am fat). She also visiting a lot of doctors to get new meds because she believes (imagines) that hers made her fat (they didn't). For the same reason she doesn't quit smoking though she doesn't even like it.

But her racism is the wildest! So she said, a few days ago, that Arabic immigrants (not refugees but second or third generation) get more and easier money from the state because (!) the state is so racist that they don't believe immigrants are smart enough to work, so they get everything for free (????).

That's factual bs, it is long known that the state (or at least the ppl who work for the state) are racist.

!!My mom works for the state!!! She's the best example!??!

I live in Europe and we are having a lot of Ukrainian refugees and did have a lot of mainly Syrian refugees in the past. My mom worked in a refugee home back then and really liked the Syrian ppl (so they are now outside her racism-spectrum) but they've been treated a lot worse than the Ukrainian ones today (another good example of the racism of our state) which leads my mom to now hate the Ukranian refugees and believing, they get everything for free. A few days ago she said "Oh, I'd really love to be a Ukrainian".

(I had a very, very hard time not telling her, that I could easily let a cement block fall onto her head, for the real Ukranian feeling.)

She also hates all Eastern European ppl but that's common amongs ppl her age. When my dad found out that his dad was from Poland (long kept secret) she was enlightened because finally she had a reason why "this marriage could've never worked".

So yeah. That's her racism in a nutshell. She's fine with everyone else though and doesn't mind immigrants. She's also not proud to be from state X. She just hates some ppl. She also often defends foreign/foreign looking ppl from the racism of her colleagues or tells her colleagues that they talk racist bs.

You know, she's always so half/half. Binary trans ppl yeah, non binary trans ppl, nay. Some racism yeah, some nay. And until like two years ago, she was almost only yeah. She was only very limited racists and not transphobic since there were no non binary trans ppl in her world.

And it is super hard because she is very abusive and I have cptsd and she kicked me out once when I dared to argue with her and I was homeless for a year so I can't just tell her, she's talking absolute bullshit. I try to say "Oh, well I don't think so", you know, subjective, but that only leads her to yell her opinion out even louder. I mean, she never believes what I say. I could state mathematical facts and they'd become untrue because they came from my mouth. But I am not okay with this and she's also outside of home very loud with her hurtful opinions and it hurts me that ppl (who are affected) may hear her and I can't defend them for my own safety.

Ah yeah, and why I write this: As I said, I have cptsd, which was misdiagnosed for depression when I was younger so many therapists, some clinics until the diagnose and the forbiddance of my mom to continue seeing a therapist (bc she felt this was going to be about her). So I am unpatiently waiting for the day I can move out and visit a therapist. And a few days ago she said "Well, I don't quite believe in therapy. I think that's not scientific and bs. Who knows who they really work for?". And I was like, excuse me?? Psychology not being a science?

And, idk my mom has some mental issues of her own (not because of the written above text but because:) she always forgets stuff easily, even stuff she says, she changes her opinion pretty frequently, i can't just use "last week you said X" as an argument because she already forgot it and will believe I lied. Plus, she's hard of hearing. So, our conversations are... Something. But she expects them (and I believe enjoys) for two hours daily and I need to keep my sleeping spot so..

Yeah, my mom and her fat, leftist, enby, partially polish child with cptsd.

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry you have to put up with all of that.

It sounds like your mom has some pretty inflammatory takes that personally affect you as a member of the demographics she villainizes.

It would be interesting to see what would happen with malicious compliance, being that you pretended to not only agree but take it to an extreme that perhaps she may not even agree with, just for her to recognize the slope she's slipping down (I do this to people sometimes). It may not work and it may not even be safe to do so, but if opposing her is causing problems, then I wonder what would happen if you played along.

Either way, it sounds like it's a very heavy task to put up with your mom and I commend you for handling it as well as you have.

You are valid.

I hope you're doing alright. Please let us know if you need anything, or if there's anything we can do to help.

-Bun