#old man fucker central

[ammitapologist]

All the girlies bully me for liking weird old doctors :(

[cerastes]

I still think it's really cool how Amuro starts as the shittiest pilot alive (because he's a 15-year old) that only gets carried because he's in the biggest, fattest stat stick in-universe at the time (a few retroactive additions made in the future notwithstanding), enough that even its crappy vulcan guns are tearing Zaku IIs apart, and when he starts getting a bit too cocky, Char and Ramba Ral show up in objectively inferior pieces of junk and absolutely deliver his pizza, they just drag his face across every available surface in Planet Earth like he's a Yakuza mook, all because they are simply that much better at piloting, and the thing is, Amuro takes that very seriously.

He goes from shitass kid in an unfortunate situation that doesn't want to get in the robot to the most unwell child soldier in the war, which is really saying something, but most importantly, becomes so good at piloting the Gundam that the Gundam physically cannot handle Amuro's piloting. They need to apply "Magnetic Coating" to its joints so they don't fucking snap away from the main frame because Amuro, one, moves too damn well but also in too extreme a way for the frame to handle it, two, despite being equipped with two sabers, a shield, a beam rifle and vulcan guns, Amuro is a stern believer in introducing most everyone in thagomizer range to his Rated Z for Zeon hands, the single most official pair of hands in the business, tax free. He KEEP going Ip Man on these dudes, he does NOT need to do a Jamestown on these mother fuckers but he INSISTS. Somehow even the Gundam Hammer, which is a giant Hannah Barbera cartoon flail-- Ok, look at this thing, words do not do it justice

Even this god damn Tom and Jerry prop is less savage that whatever Amuro decides to do the moment he's done throwing his shield to get a free kill on someone and it officially becomes bed time forever for the unfortunate sap at the business end of his ten-finger weapons of mass destruction.

The RX-78-2, "Gundam" for its friends and family, even has a top of the line cutting edge Learning Computer that 'learns' alongside the pilot and their habits. This data extracted from it was so absolutely fucked up that it completely revolutionized Mobile Suit combat afterwards, which is a wholesome thing to think about when The Best Combat Data Ever came from a really angry, really stressed 15 year old that doesn't even like piloting. He was 15! He made Haro with his own hands! Amuro literally just wanted to make funny cute spherical robofriends! Amuro was out there trying to make Kirby real, but fate had other plans for him. His cloned brain put in a pilot seat is one of the setting's strongest 'pilots'.

They made fucking Shadow the Hedgehog with his brain, god damn.

By the end, Zeon is rolling out Gelgoogs out of its mass production lines. These things are in the Gundam's ballpark in terms of overall specs (or "power level"). Amuro is bodying them as if they were episode 1 Zaku IIs.

AND THEN HE GETS FUCKING PSYCHIC SPACE POWERS. Not that he needed them, he bodied a couple Space Psychics without any of those powers before awakening to them. But heaven's most violent child was not done evolving, whether he liked it or not.

Char bodied him in a souped up Zaku II at the start, a machine objectively inferior to the Gundam. Amuro more or less one-sidedly beats the shit out of Char when he's in a custom Commander-type Gelgoog that you could consider to be equal spec-wise to the Gundam. Amuro is the embodiment of Finding Out. He is Consequences. You tell him he better make it hurt, better make it count, better kill you in one shot, buddy, he needs half a fucking shot. The complete transformation. One could consider the central 75% of the show as long drawn out training montage turning a kid into the Geese Howard of giant robots.

[lundenloves]

that’ll do, johnny

This was a request, put in via submission. “Soap x soulmate au? Any au” I ran with my words a little here, I find it easy to write for Soap as he’s dead fun. Hope I proved this man worthy of the hype he deserves. Happy reading, kids.

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good ‘ol johnny boy. apologise in advance for the scots words, they’re pretty self explanatory if you read between the lines. wain is a child.

At the end of the day.

You and Soap, or Johnny rather, were joined at the fucking hip. That duo who always showed up together, never apart for as long as they could help. It’d been that way since childhood, rainy days in Paisley after his parents had moved back down to the central belt. Pushing and chasing one another around the dull streets, name calling and loud laughs all the way through till late adolescence. Absolutely fuck-all came between you aside from his burning love for Rangers and yours for Celtic.

Match days were a fight, no doubt.

When he joined the Army it pissed you off. You’d known he was going to, christ, it’s all he’d yapped on about till he was old enough. But saying that last goodbye to him selfishly kicked up a storm in your stomach, willingly forgetting to recognise it was all he’d ever wanted. His dream, if you will.

But he wrote you letters, regardless of your sour faced send-off. Letters you’d dampened with tears, allowing the ink to run free across the page, now barely legible. His handwriting was barely legible anyway, but the tears certainly didn’t help.

Didn’t stop you from stashing them into a box under your bed though. An Adidas shoe box titled: ‘Fucker.’ You never were one for warmth.

And over time that box filled with all sorts of shite. His letters, patches, some photos — fuck even a few sticks and random fabrics he’d sent in envelopes with loads of ‘ha ha ha’s’ written on the back. When he got home you’d showed him said box and he still laughed with himself at the sticks.

“Got that in Azerbaijan, I mind picking them up.” His voice would rise in pitch, defending his past self.

Not that he had anything to defend. You’re the one that kept them.

Different story when he’d found the letters. Fuck, that was a day and a half. “You kept these aye?” He’d skimmed through the crumpled paper, “Greetin’ on them too.” A nudge of your shoulder

And that right there was the hour your friendship had transcended into something more. The whole hour actually, feelings were shared and truths came out. Johnny knew. Of course he knew. But you confirming his thoughts felt like getting into bed after a long day. Banging.

After that his deployments were all a routine. You’d cry, hate him for a maximum of a week for leaving you behind in the shithole that was Glasgow, receive a letter and then miss him. Repeat.

Above all else though, you were soulmates and that was absolutely undeniable. Finishing one another’s sentences, laughing until your sides hurt, speaking in silence by exchanging looks across rooms and dining tables. You’d even share your work gossip with him any chance you got, and he’d match your drama with his own, forever the menace even in such a serious profession. Additionally, letting you test your chances against wrestling him from time to time. Never did let you win though.

“That’d be you cheating.” He’d say as his arms pinned you down, “You’re no even tryin’ are you?”

Windup. Merchant.

“How’d they even let you in, you’re a big wain.” You’d frown at him, attempting to kick his stomach only resulting in a grapple to the floor.

“They let me in ‘cos i’m class.”

There wasn’t anything specific about Johnny that made you love him. It was a mix of everything, time included as you’d convinced yourself it was love from the ripe old age of thirteen. And actually, so did he. Whether it was a platonic love he’d recognised or something more — he told you all the time. Forever the emotional soul, Johnny. “I love you, y’know, kid.” Even though you were the same age. “You’re the one darlin’, marriage!” All slurred whenever you’d picked him up from a drunken night out, allowing him to crash in your bed.

He was a softy, really.

Again. Not that it was a secret.

You loved the way his eyes turned soft whenever listening to you, always finding yours in a room full of people. The hand he instinctively placed on your lower back when walking you through a crowd. His dirty cackle. The smile he produced enough to cover for both of you, the story-teller in him and the proud compliments he gracefully gave you in public.

But Johnny loved even more about yourself.

He loved your attitude and the way you stood up for yourself. ‘Bite n Fight’ as he liked to call it. He loved your eyes and how expressive they were, your brows that never failed to host a frown you weren’t even aware of. Each and every one of your habits, ones he’d always take for granted before leaving for months at a time. Your gorgeous smile and that dip on your bottom lip that was only reserved for his. Your roaming hands, the way they wandered up toward his hair whenever you’d kiss him deeply, pulling at the roots lightly but still tight enough to provoke a growl from him.

He just loved you.

So that night last Summer when he’d finally got down on one knee and fumbled his way through a speech, making himself (and you) laugh in the process. It was fucking emotional. “I ‘adn’t prepared one.” He’d smile with his teeth together, lifting his shoulders up toward his neck in laughter. “Yes or no. Christ, my knee can’t handle this.”

“Yeah. Yes, obviously yes.” You waved your hands in a gesture for him to stand up, laughing loudly into the night sky when he had lifted you up and kissed all over your neck.

Soulmates were an odd concept.

You never thought you’d meet yours, not until Johnny had stuck around and practically taught you the definition of the word over years. Landing the MacTavish name and unlocking endless boring stories about his family history and the clan.

Although, you’d be lying to say you didn’t enjoy the way his face lit up when telling you about it all. As if you weren’t Scottish yourself, and hadn’t heard his stories over a hundred times.

“You’re no even listening, mate.” He’d quirk a brow, stretching over the table to bosh your flat palms with his own.

“Don’t fuckin’ mate me. And I do listen, thanks. All Highland and…” You’d drag out the last letter before a long pause. “Stuff.”

“Yer a minx.” He’d push a hand through your hair to purposely mess it and wind you up, receiving a smack to his still outstretched palm. Loud laugh filling the room as well as your heart.

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[majosullivan]

Works in Progress and Writing Ideas

At the moment, I have a bunch of different writing ideas that have been building up in my notes. Some are new, some are older, but they are piling up and I want to make an attempt to get through them. Problem is: I haven’t been the best at consistently working through them and need an additional source of motivation to help me get through them. As a result, I’ve decided to make a post listing all my ideas, since from my experiences, putting something solid out there can help me lightly bully myself into working since ‘you have already put it out there that you’re working on these, you’re going to feel real stupid for you don’t do anything’. Mostly importantly, I would love to hear people’s ideas and thoughts, both since I have been stuck on certain points, so hearing some outside thoughts would be beneficial , and being able to talk with people and possibly answer some questions people are curious about would also help with motivation.

So, feel free to talk about or add on anything you’d like! Whether it’s in replies, reblogs or my asks, I don’t mind

Castle Swimmer Ideas

-Theory post on the season 3 finale (currently in the works)

-Siren and Mono having a talk about relationships after Siren inadvertently finds out that Mono has a big old crush on Galoo

-Monoloo, with Galoo thinking back to a conversation she had with Shoal where Susca was brought up

-Playing around with Susca and Shoal’s potential dynamic before they got married because they make me feel things

-Mono, Neth and an exploration of their relationship with Mucku and each other after Labbu’s attack

-Vampire/Supernatural au that has been plaguing my brain for far too long

-Hades (game) au that has also been plaguing my brain for a while

Nevermore Ideas

-Reeking Rememberance (Working title)

Featuring: A main focus on two characters, some exploration into the experiences the Nevermore students must be going through with their missing memories and how well they’re coping with it all

(I am currently in the middle of working on this one. As a result, I won’t be going into the characters involved. This is so when I hopefully finish it (and it doesn’t end up stuck in WIP jail), it can be a surprise)

-Exploration with Duke and his use of names, both with names connected to himself, and more centrally to this work, his continuous use nicknames for everyone. It’s all fun and games for him until the man he’s been calling ‘Mon minou’ playfully calls him Fortunato a singular (1) time, and while external he’s mostly holding face, the same can’t be said internally because ohhhh this fucker is GONE

-Interpretation of what happened with Berenice and Eulalie before they met the others (spoiler alert: the sapphics will be sapphicing a little)

-Analysis into Annabel and her similarities with the misfits (main focus on similarities with Duke and Pluto) along with a possible series of one shots where I could have fun with those dynamics

-The time between Lenore’s and Annabel’s first meeting to Annabel having to leave from Annabel’s perspective, using inspiration from Absence by Rio Romeo

-Exploring the dynamic between Annabel and Ada, with Ada asking Annabel about her engagement

-Misfit polycule shenanigans in a modern au, with a focus on Lenore as she slowly discovers the relationships that have literally been right in front of her

-Life is Strange au that I’ve been slowly trying to cook up

[paristheonewhoreads]

Cowboy and the Tigress

Chapter three 🌷☁️ 4.9k words

Warnings: torture. Heavy mentions of blood, and cutting. Physical pain is inflicted on character. A bit of a whirlwind or emotions. If I’m missing any tw please let me know. <3

Spring 2023, Central Boston QZ

It’s staring to get warmer. Either that or you’re just too hot. The trip down to central Boston took two days and one night. Hank was right, whole place is crawling with FEDRA soldiers. Apparently, the reason for this was the fact that rations had been lower than they’d been in years and they needed to reinforce their man power just in case people start to riot. That and the fact the fireflies had started to make quite the spectacle themselves. And it’s been far from just a pretty light show.

Arriving to the apartment you’ve got down here isn’t at all pleasant. It does however, conveniently happen to be close to the underground tunnels. You’ve started asking around for more information on Robert, apparently you’re not the only one the fuckers been nagging.

Setting down your bag on the old bed you’ve got, you start to look around the apartment. You’ve stashed quite the bit of goods all over this place. A hole behind the swan painting in the living room. That has a whole box full of ration cards, along with some fake documentation of your identification cards.

Another in the loose boards of the ceiling above the toilet, and two more under the floorboards. One in the bedroom closet and the other under the couch. All of which containing even more ration cards, all collected through the years, along with a couple of small hand guns and ammunition.

Once you check and confirm that everything is where it should be, you decide to take a much needed shower. You reek of blood from infected you’d had to kill on your way here, alongside dirt and sweat that’s accumulated on your body. This part of Boston, unlike the other you’ve made a home of, doesn’t have the peasantry of hot water, or much if any electricity.

You step into the cold water, your body tensing at first but inevitably adjusting to it and relatively relaxing itself into its harsh fridgedness. You let it run down your back and soak your hair, then begin to wash away all the filth. At first the water that goes down the drain is absolutely disgusting. A terrible color of swamp water is the best you can describe it.

Eventually however, once the water is just as clear as when coming out of the shower head, and your hair has been washed twice and conditioned, body free of any grime, do you finally turn the valve off and step out.

The cold draft in the otherwise empty apartment doesn’t help warm you up with the fresh cold water still beading down your skin. Yanking your towel off the hook on the door you wrap yourself up.

Taking a look in the mirror, you see yourself for the first time in what must be weeks. You look paler than usual, probably due to the winter. Your cheeks still hold their fullness. Curious, you let the towel fall from your form.

It’s been forever since you’ve looked at your body. You do a lot to keep it fit although not necessarily purposefully. All the walking, running, sometimes even climbing and swimming do you a favor in keeping a pleasurable figure. Sometimes you don’t feel as feminine as you would like, but in a world like this, with the line of work you’re in, that’s the least of your worries.

You brush your hair and lotion yourself up, finally settling in as you dress in some clean comfortable clothes. One of Hanks old hoodies and a pair of old shorts you’ve had for ages. Sitting yourself on old worn out couch, you gaze at nothing in particular.

You miss Ellie. Thinking back to how sad she sounded when you’d said your goodbyes before leaving, tugged at your heart strings. It feels selfish, and perhaps you were, for even coming on this trip. All because of the fact that you wanted to show this asshole who the fuck he was messing with.

You’d make it up to her, you decide. You’ll get her the book she wanted and maybe a couple other trinkets you can find. Bring a hand up to your neck you feel your locket. It had belonged to your mother once. You’d taken it from her as she lay dead in the floor of your living room as something to remember her by. That was a long time ago.

Now, in present time, it holds a picture of Ellie and yourself. It’s a fond memory frozen in time by the photograph. You remember it to the ‘T’. It’d been the first christmas after a year of getting into the business your so indulged in now. You’d worked your ass off for a year and it had paid off.

You were able to get Ellie actual presents for the first time. She was 10 at the time, she’d been so ecstatic when she saw an actual tree with lights on it and presents all wrapped up under it. The sound of her laughter and excitement fills your ears as you reminisce.

Smiling at the photo inside the small locket you start to drift into sleep. A much needed rest after your journey here, and for what’s to come.

You’re awoken by knocking at the door. The sun was setting, practically gone behind the horizon. Sky becoming dark and cold without its warmth. You get up from the couch, grabbing the hand gun on the small side table besides you. Second nature at this point really.

Walking towards the door you peer through the peephole and see that it’s Amy. A dear friend, Hank must’ve let her know you’d be coming. You hurriedly open the door, smile wide and bright on your face.

Once the door opens and she sees you she too smiles brightly at you. “Hello you.” She says in a terrible British accent. It’d become your own little greeting between the two of you. Putting the gun in the waistband of your shorts you open your arms and embrace her. “Hello you.” You say back in a just as terrible British accent.

She giggles at your impression, and tightens her arms around you. Both of you stay in this embrace for about a minute until you break away, taking her in you feel relieved that she seems healthy.

“Here, come in.” You tell her and she walked past you into the living room as you look down the hallway, double checking to see if anyone else is around, before going back inside yourself.

“Well I see you’ve settled in. I was supposed to stop by earlier but I thought you’d probably just want to settle in by yourself.” She chatters, taking a seat on couch you’d just been napping on prior. You hadn’t noticed she’d had a plastic bag with her until she starts to take tupperware out and places it on the coffee table. “I also thought that maybe you’d be hungry. It’s quite the trip from all the way over there to here.”

“Lucky for you I am actually starving.” You laugh softly. Walking into the kitchen real quick you get both of you plates and some glasses along with a bottle of old wine you’d had stored away god knows how long ago. Trailing back into the living room you see her starting to open the containers.

“How’d you even know I was here?” You ask, while sitting down beside her and passing her her plate and glass. “Hank gave me a heads up last night that’d you’d be here, and I obviously wasn’t about to pass the opportunity of seeing you up.” She shrugged. You hum in acknowledgment and open the bottle of wine, pouring her a glass and yourself one.

Taking a sip from her glass, “God that’s good, haven’t had wine in who knows how long.” She jokes, and begins to serve you a plate and then herself. “This smells so good, when did you make this?” you’ve stuffed some of the baked potatoes she’s made along with some chicken and veggies.

“About an hour ago, that’s why I was late.” She says sheepishly, but you shake your head and continue to chew “mmm don’t be sorry, this is apology enough.” You say through a full mouth while pointing at your plate with your fork.

You both talk and catch up on what is is you’ve been up too. She tells you how she’s met a girl, and that they’ve been dating for about 10 months. “She’s so sweet and caring. At first I was nervous, she’s the first girl I’ve been with so, it’s all kind of new in a way. But refreshing for sure.” You’re happy for her, and tell her about how your still as single as ever. She jokes that it’ll take either another apocalypse for you to find someone or that you’ll probably end up like Hank, old and with absolutely no love life.

She asked about Ellie, to which you inform her of how she’s back home, probably giving Hank a run for his money, poor thing. The good, and the bad. Both of you talk about everything and nothing at the same time. Well into the hours of the night. Once both of your bellies are full and your empty plates are left abandoned on the table, you begin to get into serious conversation.

“So,” she begins, “Hank told me you’re here because some dickhead has been taking from trades?” Quirking a brow and taking a sip of her wine. You hum and let out an exasperated sigh, “yeah, son of a bitch has been crossing me for a couple months now. Had to come down here to deal with it.” You shrug

Amy nods in understanding “well if there’s anyone who knows what he’s in for it’s anybody but him. God knows people on your bad side don’t tend to have the best time.” She laughs. “Or the longest time either” you add, laughing yourself.

She makes a noise once she remembers something, and starts digging trough her bag again and pulls out a file, you sit up at this. “Hank told me to give this too you, said it have pretty much everything you need to know about your guy.” Handing it over to you you grab it and open it up to look through it.

As you’re reading, it has everything there is to know about him. His age, who he associates with, who he’s been seen talking to within this past week. The trades he’s been making on his own accord, and the amount of supplies he’s been taking from yours. It’s mostly been pills, and a couple crates of guns and ammunition.

Amy looks over your shoulder and rests her head on it. She sees the photo of Robert and picked it up from the file. “This him?” She asks, you nods you head. Humming, “He’s kind of cute. Maybe you can enemies to lovers your way with him.” She jokes.

You face become one of pure and utter revulsion “There is actually no way you just said that.” you deadpan. She lets out a giggle before looking at the photo again. Shrugging, “Eh, your right, his eyes are too far apart.” she notices, before tossing the photo back onto the pile of papers in the file.

She stands up from the couch “Well, it's getting late, I'll leave you too it.”. You look up from the paperwork and quickly close the file, getting up aswell and following her as she walks toward the door. “Thank you for coming over, and for feeding me.” you smile and hug her and she returns the gesture.

“Of course, anytime. Make sure to save the left overs for tomorrow so you can at least have breakfast.” you nod and open the door for her. “I will,” you smile “and be careful, try to get home quickly.” There's a final hug between the two of you, before she's walking down the hall, you wait until she's out of sight before turning back into the apartment and locking up.

You walk back to the living room and sit back down. The file says that Robert will be at a warehouse in two days. That's where you'll find him. Two days. You could work with that. More time for you to find Ellie’s books and other things. After storing the food back into the tupperware and putting the dishes in the sink you go back to bed. Two days. You’d wait till then.

During said days, you do indeed end up getting Ellie a spiderman comic, along with some space pins so she could add to her backpack that you think she’ll like. Once it’s about 11am you head out with a group of men to where Robert is hiding. Hank had set it up to where their only job was to get you to Robert and you’d take care of the rest.

After making sure to avoid FEDRA within the city you take a route to the outside where you make your way to the warehouse. This place is riddled with men. Men that don’t know they’re getting paid nothing to risk their lives for this prick.

On the top floor of a building not too far away you stand with the group of men that have come along. It’s only four of them plus yourself. “My guy says that Robert is in the very back of this quadrant.” You explain as they all get ready to head out. “That means we’re going to have to make our way across the yard. Try to refrain from shooting. Last thing I need is letting this guy know we’re coming. Everyone and anyone that gets in your way is to be terminated. You guys get me to Robert and I will make sure you all receive twice the amount of what we agreed on. We clear?” a chorus of ‘yes ma’am’s’ go around and you nod once before you’re making your way out.

As you all make your way building by building, room by room, you eventually make it to an office. It’s empty, but by the documents scattered on tables along with a useless car battery and an ashtray you know this is his office. You decide to wait until his return. Making sure there’s two men posted by the door to tackle him once the bastard steps in. The other two stay by the desk while you sit in his desk chair and make yourself comfortable.

You’re mindlessly reading through some documents until rapid footsteps reach the door. You send a look towards the man by the door as you sit up and he nods. As soon as the door bursts open Robert comes stumbling in until he’s landed face first onto the floor.

Your men by the door yank him up by his arms as he thrashes against them. “Who the fuck do you- let me go! You Fuck faces have any idea who you’re-“ he goes dead still once he meets your gaze. “Oh shit.” you hear him mutter to himself.

“Hey-tiy-I’m ma’am I- what-“ he stuttered “That name,” you get up from his chair and make your way to where they’re holding him. You not to one of them, and they kick the back of his knees so that he’s kneeling. “are for those whom I trust. You are no man I trust.” You say calmly. You were never one to immediately shout or scream when making a point. You’ve found over the years that this tends to unnerve people much more.

“I’ve heard you’ve been making quite the deals here recently.” You say, looking around the room. You smile “It’s quite the place you’ve got here.”

“Tiy-“ he starts, but you’re quick to reprimand him. “DONT” your voice thunders through the doom accompanied by a loud crack of skin to skin. The back of your hand stings, but you can only imagine what his cheek must feel like.

You’ve busted his lip, you notice. As blood begins to dribble from the open cut. He looks at you with a pure furry. You take a breath. “You know, I could have made this so much more easier. I could have just sent someone down here to kill you without having get my hands dirty,” You shake you head to yourself, “but no. I wanted to hear what excuses a dumb fuck like you could possibly come up with.” you snicker.

Before he can open his mouth you speak “tie him to the chair” is all you say. “NO! Wait ti- MA’AM hey! Please man c’mon-“ he’s cut off by one of the men growing a punch at him to which it gives them a chance to man handle him into the chair. They go at him, throwing punch after punch. Some to his face, others towards his stomach. It isn’t until he’s hunched over, blood dripping from his open mouth, and his face swollen and bruised that you finally tell them it’s enough.

“Everyone out,” you turn to the men “stay by the door. Kill anyone who gets close.” You shrug off your jacket. This going to get messy. You think to yourself.

Pulling up another chair in front of Robert you sit while snapping your fingers in front of his face. “C’mon now baby don’t go all delirious on me yet.” you fake pout. “Fun hasn’t even started yet.”

He looks up to you, eyes fuzzy. “Now, why on earth out of all the people you could’ve fucked with, did you decide I would be your best option?” you question him again once you don’t get an immediate answer “hm?” You tilt your head. No answer again.

“Christ, and here I thought you’d make this easy for yourself.” you sigh. Grabbing an extra rope you wrap it tightly around your knuckles. Before grabbing the other end and walking around him quickly, the rope constricting his air way as you tug back harder, making him gasp.

It takes everything in you not to just snap his neck and be done with it, go home, and go see your girl. But no, you want him to pay. Once he starts thrashing against the ropes holding him to the chair you let the one around his neck loosen. He gasps for air and coughs, greedily sucking in air. His face is red, even slightly purple now.

“I’m not going to ask you again.” you wait patiently. He eventually stops coughing and looks at you, “I-I didn’t think you’d notice. Look-I’m sorry okay- I- I’ll pay back everything I owe you I swear it. I-“ you click your tongue and shake your head.

“See, now if I did believe you which I don’t. It still wouldn’t matter whatever lame ultimatum you’d try and offer me. I think we both know you’re not leaving here alive rob.”

“God no- please! I swear it to you. I-I’ll pay it all back ALL OF IT! I SWEAR.”

“For fucks sake..STOP WHINING!” You yell again. This time you take the knife on your belt and slash him across his face. Blood splatters from the wound that’s open from the bottom left of his jaw all the way across to his right temple. He lets out a shout of agony. His blood landing on your clothes from the gash.

You grab a fistful of his hair and tug it back harshly. “You and me both know that your not getting out of this one Rob so why don’t you just do us both the favor of making this nice and quick.” you let go of his hair and shove his head back.

“Now, next question is really important for you to answer, okay?,” you ask “and if you don’t answer it, you lose a finger. Deal?” You take the knife and jab it into the middle of his back palm. He grunts in pain and barely nods.

“OK! Okay- fuck- I’ll tell you an-anything.” you give him a smile at that “okay, see? Good. Now, I need to know, who exactly it is you sold off my merchandise to.”

“I-I sold it to a lot of different people. I-I can’t remember everyone- I don’t know-“ he’s cut of my his own blood soaked scream as you pull out the knife from his hand as slice off not one, but two fingers.

“I didn’t like that answer. But it’s okay maybe you didn’t hear me correctly. I asked exactly who did you sell the supplies to. I want a name Rob cmon.” you chastise.

He’s full on sobbing now. Tears running down his face as he chokes on his own breath. “FUCK- I told you I don’t- I don’t know! I-it was multiple. I-I sold some to the-the fireflies- some to random people along the QZ I- I can’t remember their names.”

Him mentioning the fireflies has you perk up. You lean back in the chair your sitting in and hum. “Fireflies? What did you sell to them? Guns? Ammunition?”

“Y-yeah I sold them some ammunition- I-I sold them some guns too but those weren’t yours I swear.” your brows furrow. “Not mine? Who’s guns were they?”

“T-this one lady- s-she gave them to me f-for safe keeping and I sold em” you nod at what he says.

“And the fireflies, they know it was my shit you were selling them?” he shakes his head. “N-No they t-thought it was mine. I-I didn’t tell them it wasn’t my merchandise.”

Sighing, you get up from the chair. Thats enough. You think. As you go to call the men outside there’s gunshots outside. You tense, there’s multiple people, way more than your initial four guys.

Time to go then.

You storm over to Rob and jag his right thigh with your blade, while again yanking his hair back, forcing him to look at you. “When you came in you were running. From what?” You ask through gritted teeth. He starts to wheeze out a laugh and this gets your blood boiling. Grabbing onto the knife you twist it. While you give his hair another hash yank. “FROM WHAT?” You ask again

He grunts out and lets out a breath. More gunshots fire outside and shouting starts. “Those people who’s guns I sold off to the bugs. They ain’t take to lightly to me doing so, they’re looking for the battery, I tried selling it to em” He takes another ragged breath before continuing, making direct eye contact with you, “what? D’you think you were the only bitch that got her feathers ruffled?” He laughed as he finished his sentence. Jesus, he's going crazy.

The shouting and gun fire gets closer to the door. You grit your teeth again and untie the fucker from the chair and yank him up. He can hardly stand. “Get up.” you grit out, showing him towards the back door of the room.

You run and he has to practically be dragged by you. You run through the corridors till you make it to a back door that’s a dead end. You hear voices shouting behind you for rob. You look at him, he’s bloodied, from his face to his hand to his leg. It’s a mystery how he’s still even alive let alone standing.

Deciding that he really doesn’t hold any more value to you and that he’s just dead weight you kick the back of his knee and he tumbles over. You don’t think twice, you don’t flinch, you just aim your gun at him and pull the trigger. Good riddance.

You hear footsteps approaching you as you start to walk away. As you go to turn around the corner of the hallway, you see someone that you haven’t seen in years. Your gazes lock onto each other at the same time. On instinct you reach behind you and pull out your gun, pointing it at- “Marlene?” her name is coming out of your mouth before you could bite your tounge.

In seeing her, you falter for a second. Taking a step back, your eyebrows furrow. How many damn people knew that Robert would be here today of all days. “Well, this is a surprise.” her voice in monotone, sounds as if you being here was anything but a surprise. You start to slowly shake your head to yourself, not believing that she’s standing in front of you.

She takes a scan of you too. Almost as if she’s admiring how much you’ve grown in a way. Like a parent seeing their kid after being away at college for a year. Marlene sighs at you, nods and walks past. You watch her move like a ghost. And in a way she is, a ghost from the past come back to haunt you. “I needed him alive.” She tells the you.

You realize you’re standing there like an idiot, and snap yourself out of it, and stand up straight. “He would have been a waste of time if you were looking to talk to him.” She lets out a breath, before turning back to you. She’s injured, bad. Clutching her side as blood seeps through the thin material of her tank top.

“You look like shit.” you say, taking her in. The bags under her eyes don’t do her appearance any good; her bleeding out also doesn’t help. Marlene laughed through her nose and nods her head in agreement “yeah. You look…grown.” stating the obvious.

“Considering you haven’t seen me since I was 14, yeah, I have fucking grown.” You bite. Her eyes fall to the floor at your jab.Sighing, you move past it and try to make conversation “You still running this shit show?” you ask gesturing to the firefly symbol spray painted on the wall. She meets your gaze again, nodding again. “Yeah, or y’know, at least trying. Whole thing seems to be blowing up in front of my face” She breathlessly chuckles but winces half way through.

You cringe at how more blood seems to be flowing out of her wound. You point your chin at it, “you going to get that fixed up?” she looks down at it and then back up at you with a raised brow, “you offering?”. She can’t be serious.

Scoffing at her for even fathoming you helping her is delusional, “yeah not a fucking chance. I got what I came for,” you pause, “goodbye Marlene.”. You turn around and start to walk away, but she’s quick to take a couple of steps in a weak attempt at following you, “wait.” She rasps out.

You don’t know why you stop. You don’t know why you turn back to face her. But you do, and when you’re fully turned to her you can see the eagerness she has in her eyes. She wants to talk to you. “What?”

She licks her lips, and shifts her weight from one foot to the other, “there’s- there’s something that I need to tell you. It’s about-“ you cut her off “Look, no offense, but talking to you is the last thing I need right now.” with that you turn once again and walk out.

“It’s about your kid.” your head turns harshly to look at her, eyes furrowed, getting defensive “My kid? Is back at home safe. Not that that’s any of your business.” but she just shakes her head. “God you don’t even know.” She mutters, staring down the hallway.

Your eyes narrow at this, “I Don’t know what?” you prod. She sighs, “Your kids not safe. And she sure as hell isn’t home.” the grip on your gun tightens, a wave of unease suddenly flowing through you. Your change in demeanor doesn’t go unnoticed by Marlene, “Now don’t go making any rash decisions.” She slowly puts her hands up.

You ignore her request, “Answer my question. What don’t I know?! What the hell are you talking about? I swear to got if you’ve done something to her I’ll-“ she cuts off your threat, “Woah woah,” she tries to calm you down, as if your a fucking bull ready to charge, “I never said I did anything to your girl. Would you really think I’d stoop that low?” you scoff “Is that even a question?”

Her jaw ticks, “Alright, fine, I deserve that,” “oh you don’t have even the slightest idea of what you deserve.” You spit. “I’m done playing games, tell me what the hell you’ve done with my kid or I shoot.” You ease your gun higher, making your point.

“Your kids with me. I was out on a mission outside the QZ I was going through the abandoned mall, and I heard a commotion. Thought it was infected, and it was, but your kid was also there.” you can’t believe what you’re hearing. Ellie? Outside the QZ? No. It’s can’t be. She- she’s lying, she has to be.

“Alright look I don’t know what type of sick plan you’ve got or how you knew I’d be here but whatever this is your trying to do I-“ “I’ll take you to her.” She cuts in.

She lets out a painful breath, “she's been going crazy trying to get out of here. But she's smart, didn't give me her real name, said it was Veronica. Hasn't really talked either.”

Veronica.

Your mothers name.

“And before you go all mama bear on me, remind yourself that I am currently the only one that knows where she is and that I am also currently bleeding out.”

There’s a pause,

“Take me to her.”

Next Chapter

Chapter three omggg 🙈🙉🙊 This took forever to write and also I don’t even really like it… so I might come back and rewrite this chapter. I’m also working on expanding my vocabulary when writing as I feel sometime it sounds repetitive. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed!! 🫶🏼 again if you have any feedback I’d highly appreciate it! 💗 Thank you for reading 💌

P.s MY 100th POST 🥳🥳🥳

[irkimatsu]

The struggle of trying to write Husk without letting daddy issues become the central focus (without trying)

But then it got me thinking… Husk helping his partner move past a lot of major daddy issues in a healthy way.

He’s okay with you having the need to cuddle, it’s okay to be affectionate with him, and he makes sure you know that it’s not a problem with him. He makes sure you know you can trust him, but also helps you get out there and make friends and healthy relationships with other people. He also knows he can get a bit possessive at times, and lord knows he has his problems, but he’s working on them for the both of you. He wants your relationship to be a safe space.

To be fair, who likes Husk and DOESN’T have some serious daddy issues. But also, I’d love to explore two unhealthy people learning to be healthy together.

- 💃

Ohhh, Husk, you're in for a minefield if you end up with me. I may need a little too much affection, a little too much assurance that he's not going to leave me or abuse me... letting daddy issues get involved in my romantic feelings for an older man are bound to be a mess. But I trust he can both give me the assurance and affection I need, while also helping me to untangle whatever the fuck my childhood development did to my brain. I kinda feel bad for putting all that on him, but if he really thinks I'm worth it... both of us deserve for this relationship to be one between equal adults. Though I'm sure he won't mind if I still call him "daddy" in bed and ask him for the occasional nasty roleplay. Adds a little spice.

I love how all of us Husk fuckers have some variety of daddy issues. He's the drunk old daddy we deserved and not the drunk old daddy we got. (Then you tie kink into it and it just gets awkward, but I'm having fun)

[dwellington]

while the rage still burns in my heart:

complaints about cory doc*orow's walkaway i thought might not land at my mostly retiree book club. readmore for spoilers, though i don't think you should read this book.

no clue if mistew doctowow namesearches but i do know he's on here.

walkaway is a novel of near-future speculative fiction about a post-scarcity dystopia, stop me if you've heard this one before, focusing on a group of people who have "walked away" from the technologically accelerated rat race and gone into the untamed wilds to make some other, better, mostly anarchist kinds of societies. we spend about a decade watching these people deal with the long arm of the old world, as well as leftist infighting. in typical Contemporary Science Fiction Guy fashion, it's a book that's very interested in technology and politics and not really at all interested in other things, like culture, or character, or plot.

the lack of interest in culture is what i'd really like to get at here. the most obvious example of this is the slang: there is no way on god's green earth anyone, especially young people, will still be using the word "pwn" in 2070, and yet it's somehow part of everyday vocabulary in this book. this guy has the audacity to make a joke about how "shit just got real" is a "phrase from a historical drama" while using hacker lingo that was out of date when i was reading little brother as a middle schooler.

cory also seems to have picked up the "refer to an abstract person as 'she'" thing i tend to mainly associate with rulebooks for tabletop games, which is not objectionable in and of itself, but it's used so consistently throughout the that the primary antagonist does it at one point. this is a man who plot-critically kidnaps and imprisons his daughter, but he's still doing the polite anti-andronormativity tic. there's an argument to be made that this is a veiled critique of the empty gesture towards inclusion, but i believe that you have to make a critique to veil it, and i don't think this does that.

most personally galling is tam, the only onscreen trans character in the book. i don't really have a problem with her characterization, and there's a healthy amount of queerness in this book, but for a story so fundamentally concerned with the political and material realities of a post-scarcity anarchist society, very little thought is put towards what being transgender would actually be like. the only time tam's gender is really relevant is when other characters are being kind of sexually weird about her. there's a recurring bit about her being really uncomfortable in the community bathhouse, and multiple inner monologues from perspective characters about her body: one of them is vaguely uncomfortable about her, while the other treats her as the fulfillment of a teenage sexual fantasy. it sucks! it feels like such a lazy, box-ticking waste of an opportunity.

there are plenty of other problems with this book--the pacing is monotonous, the sex scenes are terrible, the dialogue feels like a forum debate--but this is what really bothered me, just what felt like total inattention to the details of the world outside what served the gratingly didactic central argument. show me your critical worldbuilding! show me your smart characterization!! get me bought in mother fucker!!! or else!!!!

[ammitapologist]

I desire this man carnally

[xojaxoffxo]

Ugh I'm so pissed!

My bf (who I'm living with now) finally admitted last night that he can't actually afford to take care of me and I need to go back to full time (I work part time). And I was sitting there like yeah I've known this since you got here. Pisses me the fuck off cuz he swore up and down that he'd take care of me. That he could afford to take over the bills and I could be a stay at home girlfriend for a while. And I don't trust him worth a lick and I genuinely enjoy working, so I still got myself a part time. The secret third reason was cuz he was in the middle of letting me down big time and I didn't want to admit it.

Basically, sure, yeah I sound like a spoiled brat, but like I kinda earned like six months off of working my ass off. I've been running fucking hard since January, taking care of my grandmother and working so much over time. I enjoyed the work so it was fine, but like from the end of January to May, I have been barely sleeping, working as much as I possibly could, running back and forth from the central valley to the bay damn near daily, cleaning someone else's house, attending doctors appointments, dealing with actual grief because I thought I was watching my grandmother die, and still maintaining a household. And then in May, I took a month off of work and moved back to my grandmother's to be her live in maid caretaker. All while dealing with her violent alcoholic asshole of a son and micromanaging the most self centered Lowkey egotistical jackass of a boyfriend. While still trying to manage something of a social life, advance my position at my job, and manage my poor mental health and shit finances.

So I stayed with her from May to July and it was absolutely awful. First I got laid off from my beloved job (company went under). Then my uncle started attacking me. Then my boyfriend got kicked out. And then my grandmother and uncle started literally withholding food. I fallen behind on bills. That fucker literally choked me out and the police didn't believe me. Then the bitch literally kicked me out! I don't have a car, I'm working in the bay, and I live an hour away. But it gets better! She kicked my brother out too!

So now I'm responsible for 23 year old legally blind brother who just isn't getting his shit together and my 28 year old lame ass boyfriend who's fucking damn near addicted to videogames and making me feel insignificant. And I can't kick my brother out cuz he doesn't have anywhere to go and I feel guilty thinking about it and I can't kick my jerk of a partner out because I cant afford to support myself without him. So I'm trapped. I'm perpetually trapped! I work my ass off, dig myself out of the fucking tar pit, and turn around and find out I'm in a different one!

Ugh and it still gets worse. My guy planned to move in with me in May, right? But he didn't have a car at the time and he didn't get one until after I went home and was struggling and unable to pay rent and at risk of being kicked out. He only did that because I put my foot down that I didn't want anything to do with him until he got a car. And I'm the one who fucking found the car too!!! So this mother fucker basically told me that yeah our relationship is trash but like I really love you and I want to be with you and we can make this work and I know you're stuck in a really dangerous situation and you're scared and I promise you that when I get a car I'll come save you. And I actually fucking believed him.

He fucking said he was going to save me. And I've met a man who said that before and he didn't save me either. If anything, my ex ruined me. And I'm the fucking idiot who believed both jackasses and I'm so mad at myself. I know that there isn't a damn person out there who legit is gonna say that and mean it. And I know you gotta save yourself too. Im a fiercely independent woman, I just was crumbling. I needed someone in my corner and it just isn't a thing I get. And that's fine. I just am tired.

But like everything is a fucking fight. My guy lies all the fucking time. He ignores me all the time. He makes it so clear that he's rarely interested in anything I wanna do. My brother literally keeps interrupting sex. My libido and reproductive system is wack, so I'm like extra emotional lately. Every little thing that goes wrong just goes the worst way wrong. I'm constantly tasked with running the house and caring for everyone. I'm constantly being brushed aside and hurt. The sex is 15% great, 75% pretty mid (I mean it gets the job done), and 10% awful. And that's not including the amount of times my brother will hear us screwing around (we're on different floors so it's not like it's intentional) and then just sit out there until we're done and he can come into my room or just keep fucking walking down the stairs while we're scrambling to get dressed.

Ah and the lying is ridiculous! Like I'm not kidding, for like three months, the man said he was gonna buy a car when he got paid, but when the two weeks were up and money got dumped into his account, he didn't have anything! But he was screwing around buying crap for everyone else. I literally called him crying because the drunk choked me out and the cops did not fucking care and he said actually I won't be able to buy a car this check. And I don't know, call me stupid, call me lame, whatever it's true. But like I barely see a fucking man when I look at him. He has never once put me first and actually protected me. Let his best friend and cousin talk all kinds of crap, saying im toxic and mean and all that shit when they're fucking cheating on each other! And I call him freaked out in the middle of the night and I get nothing but voicemail and he doesn't understand why I'm pissed and hurt. Dude can't even remember my birthday! He gave me an unsigned card for our anniversary and pissed all his money off the literal week before and then just was like welp. That one hurt bad. I literally made him something by hand and I had skipped meals and buying groceries so I could buy the supplies to make it. I put so much work into it and hurt myself in the process, and he bought every last minute and you could tell. Like the dude literally just handed me a card and said I was gonna sign it but I didn't think you'd care. And our two year is next month! Fuck no I'm not doing anything. I just don't care anymore. And tonight we go out cuz I need to buy supplies for work, and were talking about something, and he cuts me off in the middle of my paragraph, and starts talking about something else. It rightfully pissed me the fuck off! We've been fighting all week about his treatment of me, and then Wednesday he does this really cool sweet thing and I let the anger go. Like a dumbass. Anyways, we're in the car and he damn near gets in a wreck and when I obviously panic and tell him, he fucking snaps and yells at me! And I must admit, I snapped and I laid into him. I am usually really good about not being mean, but I just ripped the bandaid off and yelled back. I told him I'm sick of how he treats me and I'm not a fucking dog! He can't treat me like this! I am so fucking sick of it! Every fucking time I need him to be a fucking adult, he hurts me or pisses me off! Ahhh he brings out the worst in me, I swear.

And this fucker wants me to call him Daddy! Two fucking years and I'm still having to struggle to get him to choke me properly! Half the time he slaps me, my teeth click together! And my teeth have about $14k worth of damage and somewhat regularly send me to the ER. Anal should not hurt that much. Where's the restraints he keeps promising??? I got a ring gag a year ago and we used it once and he fucking hated it. Does not understand CNC. Not to mention how shit he is about my sexual abuse past and hangups. Like I wanted hardcore fucking and I literally have had that like once and I miss it. I'm so sick of shitty doms and people who use, especially for sex. My brain is literally broken. I got fucking molested and groomed and now I measure myself worth in how much pleasure I can give someone and I use sex as a way to self harm a lot more than I care to admit.

I have zero social life now. And I am working probably a better job, but it's not making me enough currently and my heart just isn't in it. I haven't seen my girls since maybe July? I'm not sure. Maybe June? And all my other friends, I dont see anymore cuz I'm constantly running around taking care of everyone else and we don't work together anymore. And I've never really been the person who people like call 🤷🏼‍♀️ I keep getting UTIs cuz I'm running so hard I legit forget to eat, sleep and even pee. And I'm tired. I was actually really looking forward to resting. I didn't want to be some princess. I just wanted time to rest. I can feel that I'm overdue for an attempt and I don't have health insurance and I cant just check myself into a 72 hour hold or even get medicated at the moment. I'm just tired. I could sleep for days if someone let me.

I just wanted to be loved, man. I'm at the point where I just don't care anymore. It's not fucking fun to follow after anyone anymore. I just wanna erase all the dating and sex and abuse and just be normal for a change.

[cashmere-caveman]

ik terror fandom is old man fucker central but i will say i am surprised at the multiple confessions in the tags of that franklin post

[ominoose]

Your Blue discourse is excellent! Ngl, I took that one line so differently when I saw the movie first time around.

Here's my thoughts: I had a headcanon/theory that orderly Blue was originally a patient, one that either a) got released wayyyyy before he was ready, b) somehow took over the place from the original head orderly and just made everybody think he was supposed to be in charge, or c) it was originally for men until one of them (Blue) got out, disposed of everyone else, and freed the rest of the patients to be his minions essentially. Overall... I've put way too much thought into this.

Another thought/hc i have, especially for that scene when he's upset over everyone else "playing with his toys" but him, he a) calls everyone 'toys' because he's been treated like one as a child or possibly because if he starts viewing them as human beings, he'll lose control over his own emotions even more, b) he actually craves something more than what he's got (maybe a fucked up version of a romantic relationship with one of his patients) because I see him as someone who if he caught feelings, he'd become the most possessive fucker there is, or c) back the the childhood trauma theory, and now it's his personal mission to never lose control over anything ever again, because he can't even get control over his own self, so he gets it over everyone else.

One more thought/hc for now for Blue's childhood, he was never loved the way he should have been, and that was out of his control. Maybe one parent was abusive to the other while the other was too distant to be there for him (why he freaks out when Babydoll goes into her mind) and now, subconsciously he craves that feeling of love that he's convinced himself he'll never get so he gets power and control over anything/everyone he can because that's what he can control. If someone did show him any willing submission I honestly think it'd probably ruin him.

I cannot describe how happy this ask makes me, I cannot explain how giddy I am getting into and dissecting this horrid mans life.

My personal little hc for his childhood is that his mother worked at the hospital and slept around a lot, he never had a real father figure. She spent most of her time at the hospital, which we know is out the way and in some woods, so with no one else to watch him he was stuck hanging around there too and seeing his mum not so subtly be passed around the men working.

He was neglected, his only example of relationships were sexual, transactional, a power play. Its likely he saw the old head orderly there, someone his mum had to suck off up to for more shifts. Somewhere along the line, when he's old enough, he just ends up working there. It's mostly cleaning or running small errands, but as he gets older the head orderly takes him under his wing a little, showing him the ropes, letting him have a proper job.

At some point his mother would die of an overdose or something, the head orderly dies or retires and Blue is left in charge. Remember at the end when he says "You're stuck here with me, in all this shit", he says it with such venom. Stuck here is such a particular phrase, like he's just as trapped as the girls staying there. I think he is, at least mentally. It's all he's ever known, he has no power outside of Lennox House, he probably lives there too, meaning any power he has is central to there. It's his to own, play with, make it how he wants. It's his prison as much as his home.

Thats also likely reflected in how he treats the girls. Jointly stemming from resentment towards his neglectful mother and from the only way he's seen women treated, his relationship with the girls is one where he feels powerful and treats them as objects. To him, they aren't anything more than an object to make money off of, sheep to be herded and trained.

Switch to the Club version of Blue, and again Oscar himself says this version of Blue is as much of how Blue see's himself, not just how Babydoll see's him. We can apply the hc backstory here too. His mother was a dancer, he spent his childhood here, he saw the women being used. The brothel owner takes him in and then Blue ends up with the business, etc, etc.

Why would Blue see himself, picture an idolized version of himself as some glamorous brothel owner? Likely because it's a world where the few skills and assets he have are more than a depressing, run down mental hospital full of depravity and hopelessness. Here, it's more than selling mentally ill girls to his fellow slimy workers, now it's having pretty girls do elaborate dances to high class clientele.

All that aside, I really love the idea that he used to be a patient that was let out early. What would he be in for? It works because he'd known the ins and outs, he'd know how shit the staff is, he'd be in with some of the worst of them. Him taking over from the head orderly is the most likely though. We know he can forge signatures and documents, would've been not too hard for him to pull the credentials needed for the job outta thin air and make up some story to sack the former head orderly.

I genuinely do think he craves a person to love him unconditionally, in his own twisted way. Someone that see's and acknowledges how deprived he is and is happily willing to put up with his abuse. He's possessive, and Club Blue likes to look his best, so why wouldn't he want someone obsessed over him?

Would he love them back? I'm not sure. I don't think he has enough control or attention to direct to a single person, but he might have favourites. Overall he would just love the feeling of someone worshiping him.

Also how did you take the line first time around?

[themusiichouse]

@dragonskxn

Ah, medieval Europe (or at least what looked like it). A great place to be walking around totally lost in 21st-century garb with a really obvious Mage Vibe™ about you. No, really! It's not like you'll get stared at weirdly or anything! Well...

"You know, I really think we shouldn't have walked into this city without casting some sort of illusion on ourselves," Fanny says, gazing uneasily around her at all the strange looks the party was getting.

"I should have thought of that myself, honestly," Franzi replies, in her workout outfit that was clearly showing her well-toned arms and midriff. "I have the distinct feeling that it's not entirely appropriate here to be out in the world showing more than your ankles. Or to be a woman wearing pants."

"You tell me. I fucking hate being stared at," Minona mutters. "I can feel the white people judgment pouring off these fuckers. Like they just know that their counterparts in our world flip their shit at seeing a Black person in a hoodie…"

"For once I'm glad not to be in my kitsune form," Wolfie muses.

"It's not as though any of us could have guessed we'd end up in a place like this," Felix muses. "Or predicted in advance what kind of clothing we'd have to wear."

"Well, I know one person who could have predicted it," Fanny grumbles. "Wilhelm von Blumenthal! You do seiðr, don't you? Can't you predict the future with that? Couldn't you have given us a heads up about--"

She pauses, not hearing a response.

"Hey--where is that little brat anyway?"

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The little brat seemed to have other plans. Grinning broadly, he'd slowed so that the group could travel a short distance ahead of him, then ducked into an adjoining road and weaved his way through the little town until he could reach the central square. He didn't care for the townspeoples' suspicious looks, or their superstitious whispers. He wanted to know one thing and one thing alone: Whether the whole "music from the future could kill a medieval peasant" meme was true.

He got up on the central platform from which the town crier presumably announced his messages, and, pressing a finger to his throat in a bit of projection magic to boost his voice even further, called out, "Hear ye! Hear ye!"

The townspeople milling about whipped around, startled. That certainly wasn't their town crier's voice. Before them appeared a man (or was he a boy?) that looked no older than twenty--perhaps younger, even, judging by his short height and that impossibly fresh-looking face. And what on earth was he dressed as? What material were those blue pants of his made of, and why did the kneecaps look frayed? The shape of the letters on his short-sleeved shirt were familiar, but none were literate enough (or well-versed in foreign languages enough) to understand that it read, "WODAN WAS A FEMBOY." They did, however, note that it featured an old bearded guy in makeup and a dress. And immediately, every single one of their hackles went up.

"Citizens of this quaint little town," Wilhelm says, willing his voice to speak in Allspeak that would allow them to understand what he wished to communicate. "As humble as you are, you no doubt have been exposed to the beauty that music can offer you. Where I come from, I have heard the splendid tunes of traditional bards of my day, such as 'Gangsta's Paradise' and 'Pumped Up Kicks.'" He's referring to bardcore, of course. "But today, I will introduce you to a new kind of music. A transcendent experience unlike any you have ever heard before. One that will lift each and every one of you from your well-despised serfdom, and in exultation make you kings and queens. Listen well, for if you do not take the lessons of this new form of song to heart, you may never hear it again. Now is the time! Hear the music of the future! Hear the music of the REVOLUTION!"

A baton materialized in his hand. And as it did, the sound of Ride of the Valkyries poured forth into the air.

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"Hello! Bonjour!" Franzi calls to a shopkeeper along the path, waving with a cheery smile. Maybe if they were simply pleasant to these people, they'd excuse their strange appearances. "You wouldn't happen to know where to find--"

But the shopkeeper merely glared at her and turned away, pretending to busy herself with reorganizing her stock.

"You try, Fanny," Franzi sighs. "At least you've got a dress that covers your ankles--"

But it's not long before a sudden burst of music floods the town--Ride of the Valkyries, pouring out from its center. With such dramatically stirring opening notes, no one could miss it--least of all the rest of the Classica family. Fanny jumps as soon as she hears the noise--for that is what Wilhelm's music is to her, noise--and balls a fist.

"Oh, there he is, that insufferable--" Fanny doesn't even finish her insult before tearing off in the direction of the sound.

"What the fuck does he think he's doing?" Johannes cries as he hurries after her. "Do the words 'keep a low profile' not mean anything to him?"

"I probably shouldn't refer to my own grandson as an attention whore," Minona says, "and yet--"

"We can complain about it later," Franzi says, hurrying ahead of Fanny. "We have to grab him and get out of here. Now!"

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Wilhelm grins as he let the music flow through the open space, letting the magic overwhelm the senses of all those in front of him. Gone are the town's buildings around him, swept away by a grand illusion of a towering Norse hall soaring through the clouds, guarded by illusory Valkyries that took the form of his most beloved opera singers. A young dark-skinned woman with long hair soars forward, raising her spear to deliver the opening bars of the song;

"Hojotoho! Hojotoho! Heiaha! Heiaha!"

The voice bursts out in what could either be seen as an angelic resonance piercing the heavens or an all-out assault on the eardrums. The peasantry of this small medieval-looking town seems to have taken it as the latter. The townspeople scream at the intensity of the music-magic being hurled at them, hands planted on their ears as the force makes them collapse on the ground. That's to say nothing of the unfamiliarity of it all. What are these instruments, so ferocious and harsh? There is singing, but why is it like that? The sound of the strings arcs and swoops through the air like a lance intent on piercing them, while the brass pummels them without mercy. Some have literally fainted at the shock of the sight and sound; some manage to stand up, and hurry off to God knows where. Franzi sees them leave out of the corner of her eye; it can't be anything good.

"Wilhelm! What do you think you're doing? Get down from there!" Franzi calls, barely audible above the sound.

"Why?" he yells back. "I'm just seeing whether that meme about modern things killing medieval peasants is actually true. And I think it's working!"

"Fucking hell, Wilhelm!" his brother Johannes cries out. "We were literally just asking for directions!"

"We need to go now, before we get into any trouble," Franzi says, ascending the platform and grabbing Wil by the wrist.

"But the fun was just beginning…" Wilhelm pouts.

Well, the fun would come to an end just as soon as it began. Below, a large crowd had gathered, torches and pitchforks in hand, one person even with a long rope fit for tying someone to a stake.

"We were literally just asking for directions," Johannes repeats, as Franzi slings Wil over her shoulder and the group hurries off.

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"Put me down! Holy shit! Mom! Put me the fuck down!"

But it's no use simply to scream about it, or to beat her back with his tiny fists. The entire group has roped him up with their magic as Franzi hauls him out of the city, sparkling lines like music staves wrapping around him to bind him to her back. Each one of them alone, he can comfortably take, but when they all worked together, it's a different story…

"We can't stay here anymore. Good job," Fanny grumbles. "Now we're going to have to find another town, and God knows where that would be--"

"Of course we can stay here! There's nothing these simple townsfolk can do against the might of all our magic combined. And what makes you think we can't survive on our own until we get back home, anyhow--"

"It's not about magic, Wil! Not everything is about strength of magic! How would you like to be in a space where you can only force everybody to tolerate you?" Fanny cries. "Well, I mean, you probably already know what that's like, because that's basically the state of your fandom…"

"HEY!" Wil shouts.

"You know, I thought it was funny," Wolfie says cheerfully. "I wonder how they would have responded to my Cupcakke remixes--"

"Don't enable him!" Fanny thwacks Wolfie on the shoulder with the back of her hand.

"Hey, guys," Felix pipes up, "there's a--"

"Come on, loosen up," Wil says, grinning. "Of course it was funny! These people have never heard anything more than some bards tinkling away on a mandolin. Didn't you see? Ride of the Valkyries was literally blowing them away!"

"Well, the fact remains, you basically ruined our reputation in this town before we even had a chance to ask anyone for help," Fanny says.

"Guys, there's a--" Felix tries to interject again, but again his friends keep fighting.

"Yeah, and?" Wil challenges. "It's not like these people have Internet or anything. We can just find another town!"

"Word still gets around!" Fanny says. "It might be slower than in the modern day, but you know people still talk. How many times was your soulbound life caught causing trouble because people kept catching up to you?"

"That was the 19th century! This is a bumfuck century! Big difference!"

"Guys," Felix says, finally being heard, "there is a lady with blue hair following us."

"Huh?" Fanny turns around.

The whole group does, in fact. And there, in the trees, is a lovely young woman with strikingly fluffy blue hair and strangely pointed ears, staring at the party like they'd just come from another universe (which, of course, they did). They knew at once what she was, like what many of the townsfolk suspected: nonhuman. Perhaps that might make her a better ally here than most.

"Hello," Fanny says, stepping through the group to see her better. "What's your name?"

[alvin-draper]

I'm sorry did Erik just drop a FUCKING STADIUM ON CHARLES. Like plausible deniability on the knowing he was there front but fuck me. Ohoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo okay flashforward central we killing off all the people now. Oh my godddddd what a finale man. I'm sorta liveblogging bc I no longer have the energy to go find random posts to write notes essays off of. Too busy watching Hank and Logan do weird shit cirac 1973. MF DO WHAT U WERE MADE FOR. ERIK WTF ISTG. For all his mutant love bollocks he really only loves them where they're on his side. This is not solidly the case with him always but it's where he's at after 10 years of solitary and it sucks arse. Poor Kitty trying to hold him. Furthermore I absolutely need to see the Rogue cut of this at some point. Already found an extended cut to watch at a later date. Erik just fully yoinked their secure bunker out of the ground which is actively quite funny, however he's wearing the evil helmet and has nearly killed Charles. Also I'm seeing evil speech coming. vfbdsqjihcv bjkdLAN BXWLKEDBCX SAKDLB THIS FUTURE SHIT. Also that clip of fucking Peter watching the TV jgbjajabsdjb. And all the kids in the future dying. He still talks a good talk though. If you brush off the uh. The murderey stuff. And the fighty stuff. IT's like he's never heard of grassroots activism and community organising. Erik this is not how movements succeed and you should know it. 'All those years wasted fighting each other Charles. To have a precious few of them back...' Gayboys. Furthermore I am very sad about this. Oh my godddddddd Charles Erik. Mr President?????? Oh my God it's RAVEN!!!!!! Oh my god she shot him. Oh my fucking. Oh my. Oh hey Charles forgor about u. Pretty boi. He's so right though. Bloodshed leads to more bloodshed. Cycles of violence. It's her chance to break them all. While Bobby dies and Kitty mourns and they all die 50 years from now. She gets to make a different choice. Ohhhhhhhhhhh the silence of that empty room. That chance of their future coming to fruition. Also Charles getting that chance. And giving it up. Goodbye old friends. Goodbye Erik. I'm gonna go freak out about this aren't I. And Logan. What became of him? How does 2014 look in a world sideways from their original? There's sunlight coming through the blinds. The tech is weirdly advanced. He's in the school and the kids are alive and class is in session. Hank's doing fine. Storm. It's like everything went perfectly and perfectly wrong all together. Oh my god JEan? NAH. Put it back in the box. SCOTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Girl aren't you a telepath can't you tell at least a little?? Anyway hey prof. He could use some help with everything from 1973 on apparently. Oh good God. This has to be equal parts dream and nightmare for him. RIP Logan though even after all that the Stryker thing fucking. Oh ejwkvh dnksv fsj sfvnsdjke. Hey Mystique. She should always get the last word. Okay so that movie was INCREDIBLE. Post credits??????? Post Credits!!!! One thing to thank Marvel for then I love post credits. Maybe not this one fucker seems ominous af. Are they seriously fucking giving a fake explainer on the pyramids to me right now I am going to ferqfvdwe someone. Time to go watch all the deleted scenes too hope those'll be good. More Cherik maybe? Oh the Rogue scenes yayyyyyyyy. Rescuing Rogue goes hard I like it. Erik protecting them????????? Yes humanise my bb. Bobby though!!?? Did they kill Bobby early in this cut?????? Wild. Oh wow she got. The grew up. Oh God Kitty. Hello Logan? Yeah Hi babes. Ur pseudo daughter is here. Oh but they all ended up fine! Yeah they shoulda kept this I fear. Some of it anyway. Her being able to fully take over from Kitty destroys some of the tension on that end though. Hmmmm. Done w this kinda horribly written post now just needed to liveblog it a little due to the brain worms you understand. I LIED DELETED STORM LOGAN KISS WHAT. Yesssssssssssssssssssssss.

[ammitapologist]

The FFVII/Crisis Core remakes throw more anime pretty boys at you than you can shake a stick at and I'm over here like "yes give me the old nasty greasy science man thank you"

[fanmoose12]

Yo moose! Can I request this prompt? well I'm kinda stuck between two similar ideas so it's up to you to pick: Hanji surviving 132 and giving a speech to public about the shit she personally had to go through and it gets emotional, or things are canon (sadly) and Levi's the one to give a speech about what he went through with her. IN GENERAL I JUST WANT THE WORLD TO RECOGNIZE THE FACT THAT HANJI'S THE ONE WHO SAVED THE FUCKING WORLD (or at least what was left of it oof lemme ignore extra pages)

@agoldenheartedsnkfan my beloved 💕 sorry for the delay!!! but i hope you enjoy this little thing! i missed writing your prompts <3

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Levi wasn't going home, not quite.

Home is where the heart is, but his heart was long gone, sacrificed for the future of the humanity.

And despite being away from his motherland for almost a decade now, Levi hadn't missed the place. It was hard to miss familiar cafes and bars when the people he used to visit them with were already dead.

Still, something stirred inside him at the sight of the streets he walked through so often. Now, however, he wasn't able to walk like he had used to. Now he could only roll on his wheelchair, all the while cursing the genius who decided that a brick road was a good idea for the central street.

He certainly wasn't the same man he had been before. He wasn't a thief from the Underground, wasn't humanity's strongest soldier. Now he was an old man, broken by the years of fighting and bleeding.

Continuing to move forward, Levi passed a cafe he used to frequent, the one with the delicious pancakes and a table in the corner that could fit all members of his, Hange's and Mike's squads; a bar where they sang lewd songs and picked fights with the military police; gardens that Hangs loved visiting so much; a bookshop that Erwin loved to walk around, with Hange animatedly talking his ear off; a clothing store where Levi used to buy cravats for himself and shirts for Hange.

Each place had a special meaning for him, each one was connected with a dear memory. But without his friends, there was no reason to visit these places again. Walking through them all by himself would only make pain inside feel that much sharper.

Levi turned the corner and breath was promptly knocked out of his lungs. He didn't think he'd ever see this particular building ever again.

But there it was, Survey Corps Headquarters. It certainly changed.

The emblem was a little different and the amount of soldiers was that much bigger.

Figures there would be an influx of new recruits after everything that happened. Levi could only hope that these ones wouldn't turn out to be as bloodthirsty as the ones he and Hange had to deal with.

As Levi slowly rolled closer to the building that now seemed that much grander than before, he was noticed by a group of soldiers, who stood by the gates, sharing a cigarette.

Most of them didn't pay much attention to him, one soldier grimaced as he looked at his scared face, another scoffed and turned away. Only one of them, the one in the center, had realised who Levi truly was. His bright eyes widened swiftly and suddenly. Levi swallowed heavily. It seemed like he wouldn't be able to leave unnoticed.

"It's you!" the soldier ran up to him, already breathless. "It's you, right? Captain Levi? The hero of the Battle of Earth and Heaven?"

The hero part was a large overstatement.

"I've been here if that's what you're blabbering about. Now if you excuse me..."

"Levi Ackerman?" the rest of the soldiers joined their comrade, surrounding Levi. "One of Paradis' biggest traitors?"

Levi was going to leave. Logically, he knew that he had no other sane choice. But, goddamn it, he had enough of these fuckers back in his days. He was so not going to tolerate them and their shit.

"I am traitor?" he husked, his eye flashing. "None of you would be here if it wasn't for me and other traitors. So shut your stupid mouthes."

"You helped to kill Eren Yeager."

"And saved the rest of the world in the process."

"You killed a hero," one of the soldiers stubbornly repeated. "And saved our enemies."

"What else could you expect," the other soldier scoffed. "From the Captain who served under Commander Crazy."

Oh. Levi didn't feel that in a long time. That ugly, burning feeling that spread through his veins like a wave. He thought he had left it behind, alongside with his blades. But apparently there still existed idiots who managed to make him see red with just a couple of words.

Back in his days, Levi would have kicked the asshole in the stomach, knocking breath out of him. He'd punch him in the face, leaving him with the black eye. He'd twist his arm to make him scream and beg for mercy. He'd knock him down and step on his palm, waiting for the bastard to apologize.

Now, he wasn't as strong, wasn't as skilled. But he still had some tricks up his sleeve.

Before another stupid word left the fucker's mouth, Levi pushed his wheelchair forward, rolling on the soldier's foot. The soldier yelped and attempted to get away. Levi didn't allow him to.

"Now listen to me, you little shit," he pulled the man down by the collar of his shirt. "Commander Hange Zoe was the best person this shitty island had ever seen. She sacrificed everything for idiots like you. And if it weren't for her selflessness, if it weren't for her kindness and intellect, this island would have been fucked more times than you can count. Who do you think have designed that shiny uniform you wear? Or the weapons that all of you are so ready to wield?"

"Commander Zoe?" one of the soldiers whispered, his head lowered in shame.

"Learn some respect, you fuckers," Levi glowered, letting go of the poor idiot. "Or I'll knock it into you. You wouldn't want for others to know that you had your asses kicked by a disabled old man? If not, then get the fuck out of my sight. And if I hear the words crazy or traitor in the one sentence with the name Hange Zoe, you'll be sorry you've ever learnt to talk."

Luckily, the bastards didn't need much convincing after that. All of them scattered around, one of them visibly limping.

"What a bunch of losers," Levi sighed, willing his clenched fists to relax. The anger didn't leave him, but now another feeling appeared, the one that always visited him whenever he spoke or thought of Hange.

Fuck, a decade had passed, and that wound was still as fresh as ever. Would it ever stop hurting? Levi wasn't sure.

"Hope you've enjoyed that little spectacle," he muttered under his breath, his eyes aimed at the sky. "I bet you're ecstatic at all the compliments I just threw your way. Perhaps, I should have done it sooner," he said, his voice thick with feeling. "Repeated them more often."

But was the point of thinking about it now, when all he had left was his broken heart and a feeble hope that Hange was still watching him?

Although... all things considered, Levi hoped that Hange had missed this little trip of his. He certainly wished he wouldn't have come here.

Home is where the heart is. Levi could only hope that one day, it'd become true for him as well.

[metaladam]

That got a grin from Adam. The tv man had some balls on him, too bad he'd come here to neuter him.

" You think think this is a negotiation? Far from it. This is me shutting down your operation. I am a busy fucker, I don't really feel like putting in the muscle to get rid of your powerplay, see? I'm offering this deal for you so you can keep your business and your head while I make sure you don't get things out of hand down here.

Feudal society is how Hell has functions for years, all this capitalism has taken power from the monarchies Heaven put into place to keep the sinners miserable. If you sinners can keep centralizing yourselves with wealth and influence how long before Hell becomes a kingdom FOR sinners and just an extension of Earth but with immortal share holders?

Its not what Hell was made for and I sure as Hell am not going to let it happen. You can take my offer or I will have to deal with you and your partners the old fashioned way. Its not the extermination, but it would not be the first time I came up with an excuse to get away with purging a group of sinners. "

Vox very obnoxiously rolls his eyes with a bored sneer. Of course the sort to blather on themselves can never even pretend to actually listen to any important details. He knows he's too wordsy on occasion but he speaks with purpose, not just to hear himself talk. The overlord also gets the impression that Adam isn't actually interested in making a deal and with that the sinner's interest rapidly wanes.

"That's not much of an offer now is it?" He points out sharply. "I get the impression you don't do this a lot. Are used to just getting your way. Well hell doesn't work like that. You actually have to fucking try and convince me."

If this guy is trying to make him go along with his plans he's doing a real shit job at tempting Vox into an agreement. The failures of one's ego and entitlement. The CEO feels like he's speaking to a petulant child. Real first day type of shit. Pathetic really on heavens front. No wonder the earth is fucked if all of mankind comes from this self righteous dickhead.

"You're asking for a mountain while offering pebbles. Thing is I don't need such lackluster handouts at the rate I'm going. Your angels haven't been able to make a dent thus far and that was before we knew they could die. It sounds like you need me more than I need you." He clicks his tongue. Not being arrogant for once, just honest.

Did Adam even think this through?

"If it's not worth the lives of at least three sinners then it's not worth the effort and time on my part being your little errand boy. No promise. No real rewards. No deal." He actually has to bring something substantial to the table for the big ask he's making. For the personal risks and lofty demands, yeah. Fuck that. "If that's your approach, I doubt we'll be able to find a compromise. So sorry but I fail to see the benefit."