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Okay everyone on here has spread their specific Spydad reveal headcanons. Let me present how I think it would realistically go down if they chose to go down that route in the comics:
Scout: hey yeh my dad's Tom Jones ain't that badass
Soldier: TOM JONES??? HEY I KILLED THAT GUY!!!
Scout (Denial): WHAT??? NO?? NUH UH!!
Soldier: *digs out newspaper that says Tom Jones is dead*
Scout: oh God, then...
Scout's Ma, inexplicably showing up: aw hey sweetie! *kisses Scout on forehead* ooh and you're here too, mon pe-teat shoe flour! *kisses Spy on cheek* have ya told him yet?
Spy: ....non
Scout:
NOOOOOO GOD DAMMMITTTTTTT!!!!!!
Spy: so you didn't-
Scout: OF COURSE I FRICKIN KNEW, STUPID, I'M NOT AN IDIOT! I JUST HATE YOU! FUCK!!
Soldier: ...SO DOES THAT MEAN SPY WAS SECRETLY TOM JONES THE WHOLE TIME?
And then they never elaborate on this again.
#tf2#team fortress 2#on my scout knows agenda again#and ive seen a lot of banger angsty reveal hcs#but that would not happen in the comics#like yeah maybe a little emotion? maybe a little genuine upsetness#but then again these are the comics#i feel they'd save the Emotion for like#idk#a tragic ending if they've got one up their sleeve#or maybe the Helen/Miss Pauling drama#or maybe the Fred/Dell drama#put simply with all that if they had spydad feels thrown in there it would bog down the script more#so theyd be more likely to make that particular scene silly#so they can focus on more important plot things#tf2 scout#tf2 spy#scouts ma#sexbomb#is that still the ship name#tom jones#tf2 soldier
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Object of Affection | Levi x Reader Fluff
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Summary: Some may think Levi is whipped or your servant. But acts of service is how Levi shows his love
Word Count: 1.9k
Megans's Note: song correlated: Ridin' by ASAP Rocky ft. Lana Del Rey. btw whenever I say song correlated I dont mean it with the intention to offer to listen to it while reading. It was just the song that inspired the idea or that was on loop while writing. posted: 4/18/24. I'm really glad AOT has sparked me to write again. I need more practice lol. Enjoy.
Eren, Jean, and Armin were the first of your friends to be sitting at breakfast in the dining hall. Sasha was in one of the lines to get food. It was a sunny day and a few ODM drills were available for whoever wanted the practice. Some other classes were going on as well. It was a general casual day for the scouts. For some scout units, there was food preparation for future expeditions, but for you and your friends, you did not have much on the agenda.Â
âI think Iâm going to do some drills today,â Eren said. âAre you going to join us?â He asked Armin who usually went to Erwinâs office.
âYeah, I can. I finished the little project with Commander Erwin.â He said then took a bite of his bread. Sasha hurried to the table to sit down. Her plate had a bigger portion than everyone else at the table. âIt is a nice day outside too.â
More people started entering the dining area. The morning crowd of scouts was starting to pick up. Jean noticed you and Levi walked through the door.
âY/Nâs coming. Maybe sheâll practice with us,â Jean said. The table noticed Levi say something to you and then you smiled and started going towards them.Â
âI donât know sheâs been spending a lot of time with Hange and Moblit doing research and testing theories,â Eren said.Â
âMorning guys!â Sasha brightly greeted the table. The line for breakfast was moving a little slower with the incoming scouts. Everyone acknowledged Sasha.
âSasha, are you going to do drills today? Weâre all going to.â Armin asked invitingly.Â
âYeah, and I think Y/N was thinking about it too,â Sasha said. You approached the table and smiled at your friends.Â
âAre you not going to eat?â Jean asked.
âLeviâs getting my food.â You said. They look over to see Levi's arms crossed standing in line with the scouts.Â
âWhy donât you get your food yourself?â Eren asked
âLevi knows I donât like standing in lines so he just said heâll start getting my food.â You said. Jean and Eren laughed.Â
âWow if only I could have the captain serve me food.â Jean joked and you rolled your eyes with a smile on your face.
âHeâs not serving me, he just knows I donât like standing in lines so he offered to get my food from now on.â
âWhat if he gets you the wrong food?â Eren asked.
âWell Levi knows what I like,â you said.Â
âWeâre going to do drills today, you should come,â Armin said. Most of your free time has been spent with Hange and Moblit. You looked up to Hange and she liked you. You enjoyed working with her and in general learning more about the titans.Â
âYeah, Iâll come.â You said and your friends were elated you were joining them. âUgh wait! I forgot my belt and some straps in my room.â You rolled your eyes. âItâs such a nice day out for drills too. Hopefully, it wonât get hotter.â
A few minutes later, Levi put a plate of breakfast in front of you. He softly smiled.
âDo you want water or tea?â Levi asked.
âWater please.â You said and then he walked away.Â
âYeah sounds like a server to me,â Jean said.
âStop it, Jean. Heâs not serving me. When you get a girlfriend youâll understand that youâll want to help her and make her feel like she doesnât need to worry about anything.â You said back.
âI feel sorry for whoever decides to date you, Jean,â Sasha said with a full mouth and you both giggled.
âWhatever I am a catch,â Jean said. Levi came back with water for you and some tea for himself.Â
âI have a meeting Iâm going to go to now,â Levi said to you. The table greeted Captain Levi and he acknowledged them normally.Â
âIâm going to do drills today with my friends.â You said to him.Â
âNice weather for that today.â
âYeah, but, I left my belt in my roomââ
âI can go get it.â Levi offered.
âThank you that would be really helpful.â You said and he left for his meeting.Â
âY/Nâs has him whipped,â Jean said.Â
Truly you did. Levi wanted to help you in any way he could. On the last expedition, he made sure you had your own food to take of yourself. Levi always triple-checked that your gear was in top shape. If you mentioned something was sore, he would offer his best to massage you. If you mentioned anything that inconvenienced you he would do his best to find a way to fix it for you. You once mentioned that the drawer to your nightstand kept getting stuck halfway when pulling it out and you would have to tug hard to get it to keep pulling out. Later that day he took apart your nightstand to fix the sliding drawer. All of a sudden it was working and you didnât think about it anymore. You didnât even know Levi fixed it until a week later.Â
Once, when you and Levi passed by a stationary shop, you mentioned how you have been journaling since you were young. You had eight journals and mentioned a slight fear that they would end up getting damaged or burned in a fire. You treasured your journals that were filled with your memories. He later got you a small perfect-sized fire box that you could keep your journals safe in.Â
You and Sasha met up with Mikasa and decided to be grouped for the drills. It was getting a little warmer than expected. But there was still a slight breeze. You three started stretching and getting your gear together. Then you noticed Levi walking up to you with the belt and straps you needed.Â
âI got the belt you needed,â Levi said and your heart fluttered. It was so sweet how helpful heâs always been.Â
âThank you,â You said.Â
âYou look really pretty,â He said and you blushed a little.
âIâm about to get really sweaty.â You laughed.
âItâs starting to get hotter.â He said squinting and looking up at the sky. âShow the dummy titans no mercy.â He said and you smiled while watching him walk off.Â
âYou two are so freaking cute!â Sasha said making you blush more. âIâm so excited for when I get a boyfriend and we can go on double dates!â That did excite you and you smiled.
âI canât wait to meet the guy who deserves you.â You said while putting on your belt and straps. âA guy thatâs sweet.â
âI think you need someone who loves meat just as much as you do,â Mikasa said. âOr someone who can cookââ Sasha squealed.
âOh my god that would be perfect!âÂ
âThat would be the perfect guy for you,â you said.
âYou guys want to compete for the most kills?â Jean called out in the distance. Connie was now with him, Eren, and Armin.Â
âMikasa is going to win! Back out now while you can!â You yelled back. The drills began. âMikasa you should give him a head start!â You said and Sasha laughed. Though it was spring and getting greener outside the temperature got hot while everyone was doing drills. It was an unexpected rise. You pulled at your shirt trying to get ventilation whenever you had the time to do so. The heat made everyone work harder because flying in the air gave everyone a slight breeze. After the drills, everyone was sweating. It was a good workout but people were getting tired quicker because of the heat. When walking back to your stuff Sasha was giving Jean crap about Mikasa beating him. It wasnât a surprise but the competition did make Jean work harder. Jean was a great scout and even gave you some helpful pointers with the ODM gear. Out of everyone doing the drills, he got the second-highest kill count right behind Mikasa. As you approached your stuff you noticed three water bottles that were perspiring because of the heat.Â
âIs this not where we put our stuff?â Sasha asked. But then she saw her bag and Mikasa saw her stuff.Â
âWhose water bottles are these?â Mikasa asked. You noticed the drenched little note under the water bottle closest to your stuff. The note read: I noticed you guys didnât have water. Stay hydrated.Â
âTheyâre from Levi. He got us water because he saw we didnât have any.â You said and Sasha started chugging hers.
âThatâs considerate of him,â Mikasa said and the three of you started chugging the cold water.Â
âThanks, Levi it hit the spot!â Sasha said and crinkled her empty bottle.Â
âI need to change, Iâm so sweaty and probably smell bad.â You said. Many scouts who did drills all had the same idea to take cold rinse-off showers. No one was expecting a spike in the temperature. When you got back to your room with Sasha. You noticed another water bottle and a note near your bed. It was from Levi again. Come to my office for dinner. You smiled and told Sasha. Your heart fluttered because he was so sweet and no one else saw this side of him. He used to be so shy in front of you and you used to think he didnât like you. Levi would be his normal self to everyone but then he would be quiet in front of you. It made you feel insecure until Hange exposed Levi. She and Moblit told you that Levi talked a lot about you and wanted to get to know you. Hange may have been the one to tell you that Levi thought you were pretty. Which gave you the confidence to approach him.
In the evening you went to Leviâs room, and you were ready for some alone time. When you knocked on the door, Levi opened it pretty quickly. He shut the door behind you and embraced you in a big hug. He smelled nice and then you noticed the smell of his office.Â
âSit down I made us some soup.â He said. âI saw they had that bean mixture you donât like for dinner.â Your heart fluttered and the soup smelled good. The smell made you hungrier than you were before. âI got some bread and mashed potatoes though to fill you up more. You need the energy from being outside most of the day.â He said.
âThank you, Levi,â You said grateful for how thoughtful he is. It was so nice how much he tried to help you or thought of ways to make your life easier.Â
âAnything for you, Y/N,â He said and you two began eating. The soup was satisfying and Levi getting bread for it was a good idea. Honestly, Levi did a lot for you because he cared for you so much. He had little to no dating experience before you and he did not want to do anything to make you feel like he didnât respect you. Levi has always been considerate of you since you started getting close and dating. He would listen you to and remember little things about you. You felt cared for and though you and Levi havenât told one another that you loved each other. You already knew.
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Long In The Tooth (LaskoxDear)
note: happy soulmate september! my heartâs probably still beating out of my chest with excitement when youâre reading this. brb, iâm off to listen to the milo panic attack audio but interact with this if you wanna (pretty pls) summary: *aging stops at 18 until you meet your soulmate* [laskoâs been eighteen for six years now, and frankly, heâs becoming sick of playing a juvenile. what makes his endeavor for a soulmate even more bewildering? theyâre one of his students.] pairing(s): LaskoxDear (romantic), GavinxFreelancer (romantic), LaskoxDamien (non-platonic?) warning(s): none word count: 3k estimated reading time: 12 mins
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âSO BE LOOKING FOR AN EMAIL FROM ME f-for your class schedule. Again, I'm sorry about not having aâŚphysical copy on hand.â Lasko combs a clammy hand through his disheveled hair, sparing a discreet glance at his leather satchel lying by his feet. It defends an entire ream of charred papers, originally for the pool of students that Lasko has been bestowed the responsibility of meeting today, but instead, it mocks him. âMy printer ran out of ink.â
His run-in with the stubborn fire elemental without patience for one's troubleshooting of his agenda went worse than the guidance counselor envisionedâa surprise to Lasko, who always depicts the worst scenarios before plunging head-first into any social situation. Guess what Freelancer said was true: you think better on your feet than in the air, he reflects.Â
âNo worries. Itâd be my luck,â The student laughs awkwardly, silently inviting Lasko to muster one of his own.Â
âWell, before I send you off, do you have my questions for me?â His hands press onto the thick desktop glass, shielding the wood. One spilled cup of coffee too many, and a sputtering request to the Dean was all it took to gain that.
âI do have one.â Laskoâs heart begins thumping uncontrollably, and he thanks every deity above that the water elemental is also not an experienced telepath. What will they ask me? Maybe they want to pick my brain about the theory of shade resurgence. How much research have they done on me as an alumnus? Perhaps they find me unfit to be a counselor and a professor, being human-reared. They don't think I have the history, nor the fundamental teachings from my unempowered parents. Oh, who are you kidding Lasko? Theyâre probably wanting to know which food from the cafeteria wonât give someone massiveâ
âYou look a little young to be a counselor, donât you?â As if intrigued by their curiosity, the student creeps forward in the armchair sat opposite Laskoâs, and finds respite for their folded arms on the mahogany desk between them. Before Laskoâs lips could part, the pupil emits a gasp at their presumption. âIâm so sorry, please take that as a compliment. Your soulmate must be lucky to have someone with such aâŚyouthful glow.â The excruciating cringe on their face is palpable (and noticeably lacking age lines), but Lasko revels in the sight of it. For once, he is not the one digging a grave mid-conversation.Â
He could only muster a chuckle, eyes settling on his chewed-down fingernails and fidgeting knucklesâthe only visible skin on his body that had wrinkles. This presumption is one heâs been unwillingly catering to for his past six years under the university, and his answer, like his relationship status, is unchanging.Â
He offers a modest shrug. âY-yeah, counselor, and professor. B-but youâŚyouâre not wrong. I only look this young because I havenât met mine yetâsoulmate, I mean.â The pinch on the bridge of his nose from his glasses feels abnormally tight as he gauges the studentâs reaction. A curious raise of the brow, slow nodâawed. And rightfully so, with how capable and convenient the modern age has made it to scout for oneâs âbetter half.â Apps and chat rooms galore in addition to personal soulmate seekers (a bunch of glorified PIs with hopeless romantic tendencies, as Lasko refers to them) for hire. These things leave a person little reason to go more than a year after eighteen with no celebrated crow'sfeet or growing pains. People think heâs inept or simply non-committal. Lasko considers himself stodgy for yearning to encounter his soulmate organically.
âWell, if itâs any reassurance, you arenât the only one.â They donât elaborate, and Lasko doesnât pry. He remains seated, silently watching them wrangle each strap of their backpack over their shoulders. âThank you again for the chat, Mr. Moore.âÂ
âAh, just Lasko is fine. Iâm not near old enough for all that 'mister' stuff.â At least, I donât look like it, he tacks on mentally.
âRight. I guess Iâll see you around then.âÂ
He clarifies, âMonday at ten,â which earns him a tilted head. âFor DAMN 101, which should be on the schedule that I'llemail you.â A small, upward twitch of their lips leaves Lasko satisfied with the conversation but prepared for the tens of other students who will receive the same news.Â
âI canât wait.âÂ
He hopes for his sake that the rest are as understanding as this one.Â
âWell well, professor, how was orientation today?â Had the man still not reeked of liquid smoke and sweat from his earlier encounter with the fire elemental, or suffered from cramping fingers and aching wrists from the barrage of emails he sent out today, Laskoâs answer may not have been so curt.Â
A trace of a scowl lingered in his voice, âNot in the mood, Gav.â At the evil hiss of his name, the demon transferred his gaze from the television to the strung-out university employee entering the den. Lasko makes a show of shrugging off his blazer and settling his fatigued body into the armchair perpendicular to the sectional Gavin and his soulmate were occupying. His roommate proceeds to turn his attention to him, chorting sarcastically, âWho pissed in your Wheaties this morning?â Freelancer takes the opportunity to bury their face in the bared crook of Gavinâs neck, releasing a languid sigh of contentment.Â
Lasko strives to obscure his frown, but the envy boiling in the depths of his stomach wins while the muscles of his jaw tighten. âSome fire elemental with serious anger issues almost sent me up in flames with my office, destroyed all of my paperwork, and cost me two and a half hours of emailing students their schedules and trying not to sound passive-aggressive. Do you realize how hard it is to type âPlease see attached for your semester schedule. Thank you.â without sounding like the biggest asshoââ
Amidst his rant, Freelancerâs head pops up from the den between Gavinâs neck and collarbone. âYou met Damien?âÂ
The question Lasko volleys is an answer in itself. âYou know him?â Wide eyes with a visible twitch urge Freelancer to dig through the sofa cushions for their phone.Â
âYeah, he texted me earlier. A whole string of back-to-back messages about some university nobody screwing him over with his schedule. I didnât think anything of it untilâŚâ They purse their lips. Lasko watches his friendsâ eyes soaking in his appearanceâblackened shirt cuffs, tousled tendrils of hair, and all. Should Lasko be expecting some vengeful threat? A stolen personal belonging replaced with a ransom note? A dead sprite in a wrapped box outside his office door?Â
âHow mad was he?â He scrubs his hands against his face, hoping to wipe the day away with his sour expression.Â
âI wouldnât check your Rate My Professor anytime soon.â Lasko throws his head back in defeat. Tarnishing his paperwork and his reputation in a single day? The ransom note wasnât looking as unfavorable in comparison.Â
âI thought itâd be water that didnât get along with fire,â Gavin muses with a smirk. Laskoâs mind trails away from the soot-stained carpet of his office to the friendly water elemental he had the pleasure of speaking with earlier. Their curious nature and self-loathing sense of humor is something Lasko would have never considered himself attracted to, seeing as Gavinâs unyielding confidence and inflated ego always put his stomach through a spin cycle.Â
A sharp inhale from Freelancer resounds through the house. âOh my goodness, Lasko!â Instantly, he was patting down his body, checking his pulse, and looking around for the nearest mirror. He already knew he looked like shit, what was the big deal?Â
âWhat, what is it?â Still, he turned his head every which way expecting a large bug or âkick meâ sign on his back from Damienâperhaps the earlier onslaught of flames was merely a distraction. Or, the manâs just paranoid, per usual.Â
âYou have smile lines!â As if imitating a mirror, Freelancer offers a ballooning grin of their own, presenting the faint creases surrounding their lips to him. âYou thought you could meet your soulmate and just not tell us?â They motion excitedly between themselves and Gavin, who was absorbing the scene before him.Â
âI-I didnât though, did I?â Did he? He thinks back to all of the students he spoke with earlier in the day, Damien included. A shiver courses down his spine at the thoughtâheâs always heard the saying âopposites attractâ but having a soulmate who wanted to momentarily kill him seems like a stretch. Having a soulmate be one of the many bodies in his class is equally as horrific, butâas he now recognizesâa possibility. âHoly shit, I-I met my soulmate.âÂ
Gavin inquires after a few seconds, âWho are they?âÂ
Lasko's head darts up, donning a veil of âoh fuckâ on his visage. âI have no idea.âÂ
Much to Gavinâs chagrin and Freelancerâs enthusiasm, the couple agreed to aid him in compiling a list of the students heâd met in the last twenty-four hours, and omitting the ones whoâve been blessed to find their other half, according to Freelancerâs in-depth âresearchâ when inputting their names online.Â
âSami Tryst is in my Thursday lab! Theyâve got an engagement ring, though.âÂ
âHudson Lang won a medal in the E&E games last year. He thanked his partner in his acceptance speech.âÂ
âJacquelyn Gardner?â Freelancer snorts with a shaking head. âDefinitely not your type.âÂ
Laskoâs head hinges up from the sheet of paper he was eyeingâscrawled with names, and taken straight out of Freelancerâs DAMN 101 notebook. With furrowed brows and an insulted scowl, he beckons âHow would you know?â
âShe has an eyebrow slit and âgrade-a carpet muncherâ written in her Instagram bio next to her girlfriendâs name. You really wanna try competing with that, professor?â Lasko stays quiet, even through the contagious mixture of laughs flying around the room from the couple.Â
He finally mutters, âWhateverâ, and is nonetheless satisfied with a name being crossed off of the list. Four hours and one order from Maxâs Rustic Pizza later, the trio is splayed across the living room carpet. Three names remain uncrossed on the sheet, staring back at them tauntingly.Â
âWait, you forgot about Damien.â Freelancer reminds Lasko with a small nudge. Not that he needed the reminder, but a small part of him was hopeful that leaving him off of the list would rule out the chance of them being soulmates entirely. His hands are reluctant when grabbing the pen set beside him, but are deft when writing the fire elementalâs first name below the rest. A last resort.Â
âThis is-itâs soâŚso stupid! I mean, arenât you s-supposed to feel something when you first meet your soulmate? Like, I donâtâŚI donât know, butterflies in your stomach or-or, or lightheaded?â Lasko exasperates, tossing the paper aside. It flutters to the ground and lands face-down on the carpet.Â
âMy jeans felt a little tighter when I met you, deviant.â Gavinâs admission is not lost on Freelancer or Lasko. The professor shields his face from the luminous ceiling fan whirling above him, both his arms locked over his eyes. As he does this, he jerks up and emits a harsh grunt.
âAgh, my neck. What the hell?â He sits up to allow his fingers to assess the tight skin. The invisible knot is yanked once more when he tilts his head too far to the left. âOw!â
In unison, Gavin and Freelancer are quick to diagnose it. âGrowing pain.â Freelancer adds with a fond smile, âIt means theyâre thinking of you.âÂ
His head snaps towards them excitedly, and this time, he grits his teeth and bears the stiffening of his muscles. âThatâs it! I know exactly how to find them.â An accomplished smile overcomes his face. Complemented by his bloodshot eyes, something unsettling brews in the pits of Freelancerâs stomach.Â
âOkay, can you stop looking at me like that now? Itâs creepy.âÂ
âI would, but I donât think I can move my neck anymoreâŚâÂ
The awkward quiet grows thicker with every student that files into Laskoâs classroom the following Monday morning, broken occasionally by a squeaking chair or thump of a bookbag colliding with the floor. He studied the roll call list the entire weekend like he was presenting a dissertation, but now that he had reached the time to present, only four names were on his mind.Â
âG-g-good morning every-everybody. My-my n-name is Lasko Moore, and Iâll be your professor for DAMN 101 this semester. Donât think of this as a refresher course of things you may have learned in past institutions, b-but an opportunity to gain knowledge ofâŚof Dahliaâs magical entities, specifically.â Heâs afraid if he breathes too deeply, the hefty silence will suffocate him. âNow, I-Iâm aware it's a bitâitâs a bit rudimentary to take attendance, but this is only for me to become acquainted with all of you. Iâll only do this for the first few classes until Iâm comfortable putting names to faces.âÂ
The professor wastes no time going down the list. Each name he utteredâeven ones that had been crossed off from the listâhe let settle into the silence while concentrating his thoughts specifically on that person. It is the most foolish theory he's tested in a while, but he is desperate to know who could complete him so marvelously, and remain so subtle about the fact. The further down the list he goes, the tighter his airway constricts when he sees no visible flinch or sign of pain from any of his students.Â
Hesitantly, he chokes out the next name on the sheet.
âDamien Rhone.â He looks up to find no hand raised, nor the rest of Damienâs body. Seconds tick by without a response, and Lasko feels even more on edge due to the lack of his presence. If the names that follow elicit no reaction from any of the students, either his âfool-proofâ plan would be marked a failure, or heâd have to settle with the fact that he and his soulmate wouldnât have the cutest âhow we metâ story amongst his friends. Thereâs a lot that can beat a late-night run into seven-eleven, but almost going up in flames might have to take second place.Â
As he feared, the last name on the list gets crossed off when he marks the student present (and taken) judging by the early age spots marking their skin. He huffs but doesnât make his agitation any more visible. After all, he is at work and his soulmateâŚwho knows where they are. Hosting this lecture felt more taxing than all the others heâs taught within the last six years at the university. Discussing DAMNâs cornerstone neighborhoods for different magical beings is something he merely cites, amid his daydreams of arriving home to a relaxing cup of tea and a lengthy video essay to put him to sleep on his couch. The thought became so enticing, that he cut the class short by a whole twenty minutes and sent each departing student with instructions to acclimate to the university campus. While shoveling manilla folders and stray pens into his bag, he gets interrupted by a tap against his shoulder.Â
âExcuse me, Lasko?â He cranes his neck at the voice, dripping anxiety. They offer their name and elaborate when Lasko furrows his brows. He swears he can feel a crease in between them that wasnât there last night. âWe met yesterday. I made a fool of myself, and then you said youâd email me my schedule. You never called my name when you were taking attendance, though. This is DAMN 101, right?âÂ
Lasko recalls their conversation vividly. He was post-adrenaline rush and flustered as all hell, but somehow their blunders were enough to take the edge off of him and his ��broken printerâ. Now, he studies the crease between their eyebrows. It wasnât there when they met originally when they inquired about his age and backpedaled into embarrassment trying to fix their mistake. âYes, it is. And Iâm so sorry for leaving you off the roll call sheet, Iâm not sure what happened.âÂ
Halfway through their understanding nod, they emit a wince and introduce the nape of their neck to their hand. âI-itâsokay, I just wanted to double-check.â Lasko tilts his head, blue eyes turning into twinning seas of concern.Â
âAre you feeling alright, dear?âÂ
âI think I may have slept wrong.â
âWhat are the chances of it being a growing pain?â Lasko voices his internal demand, throwing caution to the wind, as it were.Â
âIâd say fat chance because I donât have aâŚâ They lock eyes with the man before them. Sleeves buttoned to elbows and crooked frames and smile lines. Crowâs feet decorated his orbital rims like fireworks and the creases of his hands mimicked scored clay. âOh.âÂ
âThat's about the reaction I was expecting.âÂ
âIâm sorry, but to be fair, this is new to both of us. Tomorrow I might wake up beside you but Iâll have gray hairs sticking out. Nobody prepares you for that kind of stuff.â Was this a rejection disguised in a prophecy? Lasko will have to hand it to them, itâs one of the more poetic ways to turn someone down.
âIf-if y-youâd like to wait b-before we j-jump intoâŚjump into anything, thatâs fine. I just, I uhâŚI just wanted to find you. So bad.âÂ
âWhat? No, of course, I want this! I want youâI meanâŚthis is just a lot to take in. Arenât you supposed to feel something when you meet the person? Like increasing body temperature orâŚâ They carry on rambling, with Lasko admiring no more than a foot away. A fond smile adorns his face, pink lips settled high on his cheeks and draped like a streamer.Â
He had found them.Â
âExcuse me, Professor Moore?â A panting voice interrupts their discovery as the two watch a student barreling toward Lasko with clear desperation. âIâm so sorry about being late. Did I miss anything important?â His eyes flutter around the room, finding all of the seats bare. âWhere the hell is everyone?âÂ
âHey, Dames! Meet my soulmate, Lasko. Lasko, this is Damien, my stepbrother.âÂ
âSoulmate!â
âS-stepbrother?â
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don't have the spare brain cells to actually write for Kinktober this year, but I am a fan of brainstorming elaborate kink scenarios for niche ships, and thus here is my informal offering of
11 Dragon Age F/F Kinktober Rarepair/Crackship Concepts
*not smut writing - just a listing of kinks matched with a ship and a basic scenario
Drugs/high sex, armpit kink - Briala/Celene. Coming in hot with a concept which spake itself to me once the factoid that Celene is apparently a fan of the wyvern drug mentioned in that DA2 DLC entered my psyche and promptly combined with the scene from Portrait Of A Lady On Fire in which that pair of blonde-brunette French lesbians sensually rub drugs into each other's armpits, which rules. Blah blah freedom, flying, seizing liberation where they could find it in this narrow world, impending heterosexual marriage, lesbo-eroticism, etc. Celene is the one more into the armpit part (obviously?), perhaps this is the first time she dares to breach it, and Briala is happily along for the ride. A fun romp as they do deserve a break from the drama and angst sometimes.
All manner of titty play/worship, against a wall/standing, size difference - Neve/Harding. IDGAF what the companion romances turn out to be, their tension is simmering based on the early clips and Harding just so happens to be boob height to Neve. They may never agree on anything except that beating people up is cool, but they can find some common ground when frustration comes to a head and Harding detects Neve's lack of bra and Neve scouts out whether Harding is strong enough to hold her up (she is). If this occurs early enough in Veilguard, then I think Harding would be the bruised-up one, so Neve could look down tenderly and caress her bruised cheek in a moment of sincere connection that she would then reject because she's not open to vulnerability yet and makes it weird (this is also kink).
First time, instruction/talking through it - Bethany/Merrill. Bethany's curiosity about sex with women is frankly cute and hot and I think Merrill would be both an extremely funny and extremely sweet person to share a first time with. Perhaps they're both left out of the Deep Roads expedition and, resenting that the others treat them like kid sisters, they hang out and one thing leads to another. This would also be part of my Merrill Fucks A Relatively Average Amount But Just Doesn't Know Human Social Norms/Slang agenda. Also Merrill's accent is hot and should be recognized for this.
Mutual masturbation, comfort sex - Josephine/Minaeve. This ship lives in my head rent-free for no other reason that Haven is so cold and that little office they shared is so warm, eventually, when they let each other in a little bit. However they don't get very far before the attack on Haven. Rattled, they find each other in Skyhold and find that warmth and comfort in each other again, even if neither of them feels quite ready to touch/be touched by the other. Romantic!
Furs, lingerie/stockings, hand/finger kink - Svarah Sun-Hair/Celene. What if those Avvar furs ARE the shit and Orlesians DO want them? And perhaps there's a demonstration in order? This encounter would in the Frostbacks for a flimsy reason because it would be too cold for Celene's anemic bones. Thus Svarah has no choice but to drape her in sexy furs and perhaps take a tour of her delicates while she's at it (they are beautiful but foolhardy), and her tough calluses would honestly put so many runs in Celene's dainty stockings, but she probably wouldn't mind too much because she's very into hands and Svarah's are so big and strong.
Rough sex, hair-pulling - Briala/Athenril. The main kink here is actually Briala trying to rebound after dumping Celene and finding out what it's like to fuck with someone who's not delusionally obsessed with her. But also I think she deserves the opportunity to get just totally railed by someone who'd be willing to at least slap her ass in public. Hair-pulling is important specifically because Celene loved tenderly stroking her hair. It would be a mixed bag of a semi-transactional situationship with a scumbag kind of like fucking your dealer (this too is kink) but at any rate, she's getting some quality D AND low-cost fenced supplies for her alienage relief project, so it's a win for Briala overall.
Restraints, seduction, flip-flopping power dynamics - Isabela/Cassandra. So what if Seeker Pentaghast caught up with another/different friend of Hawke, who is less cooperative than Varric and thus needed to be cuffed, but that wouldn't stop her from turning that situation around. Isabela won't betray Hawke this time by yapping, but she can deploy her mouth in other ways to distract the Seeker. This is certainly not what Cassandra had in mind, but it's perhaps too appealing of a flimsy porn scenario like in her books for her to resist too much.
Anal play/butt plug, accidental stimulation - Celene/Morrigan. Allegedly butt plugs were touted as a treatment for anxiety/depression in days of yore, and Celene loves woo-woo nonsense, and the civil war/getting dumped is hard on her, and Morrigan probably has an entire grimoire about the magical-medicinal applications of butt stuff. The narrative of this would be that it starts played completely straight (it's not sexual, it's medical care obviously) but it gradually becomes undeniably erotic but neither of them are willing to acknowledge it because Morrigan thinks she's straight and Celene is clinging to a shred of dignity despite the crystal plug in her ass. They leave this encounter feeling weird and unsatisfied, which imo is essential for at least 1 entry in any kinktober collection.
Spanking, "good girl", praise kink - Leliana/Josephine. Leliana NEEDS to be some woman's goodest girl in the world, and in the Inquisition, there's nobody she could trust but her good friend Josie to help fulfill this need. An encounter of vulnerability for them both as this also isn't Josie's comfort zone, but something to learn and explore together. Actually pretty romantic imo.
Period sex - Merrill/Aveline. Take the most and least squeamish women on Hawke's team, shake em up, add in some vague justification like Merrill trying to help Aveline with cramps in accordance with Dalish conventional wisdom (but also Merrill has always wanted to climb that and takes the opportunity).
Sex pollen, grinding/dry humping, not quite hatesex (resentsex?) - Neve/Rana Savas. Back on this ship agenda, the most important question for any ship defined by unresolved sexual tension is, under what circumstance could they have fucked before but STILL have unresolved sexual tension? The answer is obviously that Neve led Rana into some bullshit and they got sex pollen'd. "Fine, but I'm gonna complain about it the whole time" type of encounter where they're so done with each other but they gotta grind it out regardless because the pollen demands body contact even if they keep it above clothes because it's business, not pleasure. But then a hint of caught feelings seeps in after because it's hard to sustain high resentment for a sexy woman once you've smelled her post-sex pheromones and maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if they'd actually touched each other after all. Maybe they scratched that immediate itch but now they're under each other's skin for real... but that's a problem for later.
#I wanted an even 12 but I couldn't think of anything and got bored of this so I'll add more if I think of something else#not tagging shit so read at ur own risk but imo nothing extreme in here (typical or tamer than any other kinktober listing)#also don't want to really tag ships/characters but we got#briala and celene (ofc)#neve and harding (also ofc)#merrill and bethany#josephine and minaeve#svarah and celene#briala and athenril#celene and morrigan#isabela and cassandra#leliana and josephine#merrill and aveline#neve and rana#technically this is fanfic#nsft
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hi there! i hope that you are doing good! i would like to request a drabble if you don't mind. â¤ď¸ the one from gaming prompt and the "I... I think I'm in love with you". prompt for Chan or Hyunjin please! totally your choice â¤ď¸
Games
pairing: chan x fem character
genre: fluff, kinda f2l,
rating: T for some language
word count: 1700 or so
warnings; some cursing, some misdirection, some shirtlessness (IT'S CHAN!), hopefully nothing offensive to you, dear reader. let me know what/if i missed something.
a/n @svintsandghosts, thanks for the prompt. hope you enjoy! this is not well proofed, so I'm sorry.
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You were way too deep into your book to hear the knock at your door at first. In fact, when you did, you huffed; just a little put out that someone would interrupt your evening alone and at home, but maybe it was the kid four doors down. You had told her youâd buy girl scout cookies once that time of year came around.Â
Tagalongs were your weakness, okay?
You open the door and blink a few times.Â
âChan?â
He is drenched from head to toe, holding up his phone, a desperate look in his eyes.Â
âDo you have a bag of rice I can put this in?â
You step back to let him in, wincing when you hear the squishy sound of water-soaked sneakers and socks.Â
âI have bags and riceâŚwhat the hell happened to you?â
The look he gives you is pure shock but heâs already making his way to your kitchen. âRain, outside. A storm?â
You glance over at the window and observe that yes, the initially sunny day has now turned into a monsoon. Youâve been reading for the last two hours and well, sometimes you forget the rest of the world.
âHuh.â You look back over at him. âRice is bottom left next to the stove. Plastic bags are behind you. Iâll get you towels.â As you head toward your itty bitty linen closet, you hear him sigh.Â
âYouâre the best.â
Chan has mostly toweled off by the time you finish making hot chocolate for you both. Heâs still staring at his mobile phone, covered in grains of rice.Â
âIf youâve saved everything in a cloud drive, you know, youâre fine, right?â You hand him the mug. He takes it, and sips, but makes a face at how hot the cocoa is. âItâs hot.â
âNo shit.â He sets the mug down and sighs again. âI know, okay? Just I was in the middle ofââ
He glanced up at you, looking none too happy about sharing.
You smirk. âYou were in the middle of what, Christopher Bang?â
âA game.â
âReally? A game? What game?â
He drops eye contact and stares back at his phone. âJust a game. I donât want to lose all my progress.â
âI didnât know you played games. Thatâs usually more Felixâs thing.â You lean against the counter across from him, still smirking. You should probably look deeply into why you enjoy it when Chanâs uncomfortable, but that requires you to figure out some things about feelings and shit and that is not on the agenda.
âI play games.â
âSo you were playing and thatâs why you missed that there was a massive storm cloud on its way.â
He glares at you, but itâs not very intimidating. Not with his hair damp and curly. His black hoodie still dripping on your kitchen floor.Â
âI can find you something to change into?â
He scoffs. âYou have things that I can fit into?â
âYou know Changbin using my spare room like itâs his home away from home.â It kind of was. Binnie lived almost two hours from his job, and sometimes he crashed at your place during the week, so the commute wouldnât kill him. âHeâs got stuff here.â
âYeahâŚI guess.â He keeps looking at his phone. Like it will automatically turn on if he just stares at it long enough.
âI promise to watch your phone if you want to go change. Iâll make sure it doesnât explode or something.â
âIâŚâ
He is uncomfortable. What the fuck games is he playing?
âChan. Youâre mopping my kitchen later. Go.â
He huffs like a five-year-old and stomps away.Â
You make do with your hot chocolate, idly watching his phone, but also getting back to your book because you really want to know if the heroine will pick the tortured artist or the actually well-adjusted, much better choice, best friend.Â
Second lead syndrome would screw with you for the rest of your life.
âThrow your wet stuff in the dryer!â you holler down the hall when something catches your eye.Â
His phone.
The rice really did work.
You look down the hall to see if Chan is coming back, but thereâs no sign of him, so you skirt around the island and tilt your head to see what his phone screen reveals.
Dammit, itâs locked.
You open the bag quietly, digging your hands in so it stays in the rice and put in the numbers to his birthday.
Nope.
You try his parentsâ wedding anniversary.
Nope.
Then it hits you.
âChan?â
âWhat?!â
âI forget what day is Berryâs birthday? Itâs like late April?â
âItâs the 24th. You know that. You bought her a toy last year andâwait.â
You plug in the numbers as quickly as you can, watching as the screen accepts them.
âNo! I swear to godâŚ.â
You look up from the screen when you hear the stumbling footsteps and find that Chan has only found a pair of Binâs sweatpants to wear in the intervening time and well.
Thatâs a really good look for him.
âYou didnât.â
You look back at the phone screen and then at him, bright smile on your face.Â
âI had no idea you were into otome games.â
Chan blushing is one of your favorite things. Chan blushing while shirtless is now seared into your brain for eternity.  Â
âIâŚI just like the stories.â
You tilt your head. âYeah? Not the graphically perfect men?â
He shrugs. âTheyâre fine. The art is fun andâŚâ He sighs heavy. âThe guys will never let me hear the end of it.â
You take your hands out of the bag, and zip it back up. âDo they know?â
âNo, I mean, no one doesâŚbut youâŚand you and Bin like tell each other everything.â
Heâs not wrong.
âChanâŚâ You come back around the island to where your book and mug of cocoa still sit. You lean back against it, arms crossed. âI wonât tell.â
âYou wonât?â
âIf you donât want me to, which you clearly donât, I wonât. Thereâs nothing wrong with it anyway. But yeah, theyâd make fun of you until hell freeze over.â
He stares at you for a long second. âYou wonât tell.â
âNo. I might ask you if youâd rec that one because I could use a story that I can choose the guy, not the stupid author who goes for the cliche.â You gesture at your book.Â
His face has relaxed, softening so his lips turn up into a smile. âYeah. Okay.â
âYou might want to finish dressing though.â
He glanced down at himself, face back to blushing. âYeah, sorry. IâŚpanicked.â
âObviously.â You laugh before turning back to your book and hot chocolate. âYour secret is safe with me. Go get decent.â
You hear his footsteps again, but then you find yourself enveloped by him, arms around you in a very warm, half-naked back hug.
âThank you.â He whispers.Â
âSsssure,â you stutter. He presses his nose to the back of your neck and you shudder.Â
âAm I making you cold?â
Yeah right.
âNope. Iâm fine.âÂ
âSure?â
You roll your eyes, not that he can see. âGo get dressed, weâll order takeaway for dinner, so your clothes have time to dry.â
His arms tighten around you. âYouâre the best.â You feel a kiss on the back of your head. Youâre released from the devastating warmth of Chan and he disappears back to the spare room. You let out a long breath.
Fuck.
â
âIâŚI think Iâm in love with you.â
Your head shoots up from your book and you stare at Chan. Itâs two hours or so later. Youâre stuffed from fried chicken that you ordered from his favorite chicken place and heâs just been sitting on one end of your sofa, playing his game while youâve been trying to finish your book. Your legs are side by side with his and itâs comfortable for a rainy evening.Â
Yeah, he mumbles sometimes whatever is going on in his game, butâŚ
He glanced up and then his eyes widen. âNo, itâs justâŚthe game. TheâŚgame, uh, guy said it. I justâŚ.â
âYeah, of course.â You look back down at your book, recognizing that your face was now really hot. âI knew that.â
He says your name softly a few minutes later.Â
âHmm?â
âI do like you.â
You look up much slower this time from your book. âWhat?â
He shrugs, poking you with his foot. âYou looked kinda disappointed when I said it was a line in the game. So I thoughtâŚâ He looks around, revealing his pinkened ears. âIâd tell you thatâŚwell, I do like you.â
Your heart is pounding (impressive as the book was definitely not doing it for you). âI like you, too. Weâve been friends sinceââ
âI like you.â
The emphasis on like is pretty obvious and youâre not stupid.Â
âOh.â
âMaybe you werenât disappointed.â He looks back at his phone.Â
âI mean, yeah. A bit.â
Now itâs time for his head to jerk up to look at you.
âYeah?â
You shrug. âNot that I think youâd be in love with me or anything cause Iâm not that cocky, but it was for a momentâŚa nice thought.â
He doesnât answer immediately, so you think maybe you ought to go back to your subpar romance novel, but you hear him set down his phone on your coffee table before sitting up and moving so your legs are now draped over his lap.Â
âWhat are you doing?â
âOhâŚI figured Iâd kiss you now.â
You swallow. âYou figured?â
He smiles at you. âYeah. Want to?â
You put your book down, moving closer so youâre nearly nose-to-nose with him. âIs this because I wonât tell the guys about your games?â
His smile is so bright, dimples on display and you wonder if the heroines in his games ever feel as heart-fluttery as you do right at this moment.Â
âThatâs a nice benefit, but no.â
âI havenât even said I like you.â
âYet.â
âYet,â you concede. He rests his hand on your cheek and you feel your eyes want to close, but you keep them open.Â
âBut I know you do.â Heâs close enough now that his lips barely touch yours.Â
âReally? How?â
âYou trembled when you were in my arms earlier.â
âI was cold.â
âNo you werenât,â he retorts before finally pressing his mouth to yours.Â
You never do finish that stupid book.
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a/n #2 i have no idea when berry's bday is, so yeah. lolol.
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Š yoongihan 2023. please do not steal, translate, repost, or whatever. stray kids belong to themselves and all idols used in this piece are just the inspiration for characters and do not in any way reflect the actual humans.
#chan x reader#chan fluff#stray kids x reader#stray kids fluff#skz x reader#skz fluff#stray kids imagines#chan imagines#bang chan imagines#my writing#skz requests#drabble requests#straykidsland
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IBA CLAN AIN'T NUTTIN TA FUCK WIT
[Bleach 080]
I've said it before and I'll say it again, but when I think about how the Gotei functions at least 50% of the time I am thinking of it functioning like the Girl Scouts does. This scene feels very validating in that regard. Boy Scouts will show up for anything, including internal meetings, in full uniform. In Girl Scouts, when are you supposed to be wearing your uniform? Unclear, no one knows, maybe just during important ceremonies and when selling cookies. The same rules appear to apply for the VC badges here!
It doesn't surprise me that Renji hasn't had occasion to wear his badge, since he's been VC since like yesterday. But how long has Iba been VC? It's likely pure ceremony that they're required to wear it now. It establishes a sense of gravity within the situation, even though their mandatory meeting doesn't even have an agenda. They're just supposed to hurry up and wait. It's not as though anyone thinks the ryoka are going to see the badge and be like, "Oh, word? You're a vice-captain in the Gotei? Well, I'll see myself out, then. My bad!"
I'm not sure, really, what to make of this, but Iba's line--the first thing we ever hear a VC other than Renji say!--is:
ăăă¨ăŤĺźˇĺśăăăŚăăĄă (hameru) ăă ăŻăˇ (washi) ăĺăăŚăŞăăăăăăŽ
ăăĄă (hameru): The verb ĺľăă (hameru) is to slip something on/envelop something, like a ring; or gloves; or, in this case, the VC badge. But Iba chooses to use the katakana instead of the kanji here. When written in katakana, the innuendo can also be... to fuck? I don't know if that innuendo is his intention, or if he just wants to come across as very casual, but maybe Iba really hates the VC badge lol. I wouldn't blame him. In modern sports they have a similar thing for captains' bands, but they're elastic, and those are annoying. This big unwieldy piece is probably so much worse!
ăŻăˇ (washi): This is a masculine "I" pronoun with an old-school vibe that could be used when talking to subordinates or younger men (it's also a Hiroshima thing; see below), which suggests that although Renji and Iba are the same rank within the Gotei, Iba is older (and that this matters in some fashion). Hinamori reinforces this by calling him Iba-san, while Renji is Abarai-kun.
ăăăă: This ending is another sign that Iba's speaking Hiroshima Japanese for some reason. That + his sunglasses + general tough guy aes = gangsta vibes.
With that set of justifications, I, personally, would translate Iba's line:
also this is why I don't get paid to translate things
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#iba tetsuzaemon#shinigamiology#bleach headcanons#bleach language#bleach manga#bleach reread 2021#bleach ăŤăŠăź#no brain just bleach
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Tea Time With Gaz
In the slay way
Based on a headcanon of mine that this man LOVES listening to you talk shit.
Word count - 415
Warnings - swearing (?)
Becoming best friends with Sergeant Garrick wasnât part of your agenda when you were recruited into Task Force 141.
You hadnât realized how similar you were until people started comparing you to one another.
Then, you two started to be around each other more. So, it was just a formality to be friendly, right?
Thatâs what led you both up to this point. You were sitting in Gazâs office, sliding a cup of tea over to him while you held your own in your hand.
âGaz, you wonât believe what I heard while scouting today.â You said before taking a sip of your hot drink.
Gaz leaned forward slightly, listening closer to you. âGo on.â He said.
âOk, so,â you started with a slight grin, âwhile I was doing professional eavesdropping in that cafe downtown, I heard some lady talking about her husband.â
âThatâs always a fun topic.â Gaz smirked before taking a sip of his tea.
âThis ladyâs husband is a total prick,â you said. âWell, according to her, he is.â
You took another sip before continuing.
âThis guy wonât sign divorce papers because he wants to claim the kids on his taxes!â You said, raising your eyebrows.
âWhat an asshole.â Gaz said, rolling his eyes. âWhatâs she doing about it?â
âShe tried taking his ass to court, as she fucking should.â You said, talking with your hands still.
âBut, because of the state she lives in, she canât get a divorce without his consent!â
âNo bloody way.â He gasped.
âI know!â You said, sounding a bit exasperated. âBut she has a plan, Gaz. Itâs downright dastardly. But Iâm totally here for it.â
âYou know, though, I do support womenâs wrongs, just like I support womenâs rights.â you clarified.
Gaz nodded thoughtfully.
âAwright, spill. Whatâs her plan?â He asked before taking another sip.
âSheâs going to get screenshots of his infidelity.â You said. âBut you wonât guess who he cheated on her with.â
Gaz leaned forward again, intrigued.
âWho?â He asked, clearly dying to know.
âHer fucking sister.â You said, setting your cup down.
Gaz gasped lightly, setting his cup down, too.
âYouâre joking.â He said, tilting his head slightly.
âIâm not.â You said, smiling. âAnd honestly, Gaz, I support her fully.â
Gaz nodded again, agreeing with your agreement. âNo, yeah, she's totally in the right,â he said.
âI know!â you said, picking your cup up again. âIâve never been more invested in my life. I just hope sheâs there next time I go to that cafe.â
Gaz nodded again. âYou better keep me updated.â He said.
âBitch, you know I will.â You replied, rolling your eyes playfully.
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Iridescent: Chapter 14
A/N: I am so sorry that this is a week late! Ever since I first posted this story back in July, I've been so proud to be able to stick to my fortnightly update schedule. However, the previous chapter ended up being three times longer than my usual chapter lengths which ended up putting me way behind schedule! I don't have this all pre-written, I'm writing it update to update. And I've been so busy that I just can't stick to an update every two weeks anymore. So instead I'm going to have to drop down to a new chapter every three weeks instead for a while. Sorry. Xxxxxxx
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High command was a complete mess.
Ironhide still hadn't returned. Ratchet was busy dealing with the casualties, including Red Alert who's systems had finally crashed, and Optimus was, for a lack of a better term, an inconsolable wreck.
This left Prowl with no choice but to take charge of the chaos.
The first problem on his agenda was dealing with the Bumblebee situation.
Word had spread quickly about the young scout's abduction. A lot of the mechs on board the Ark had seen Bumblebee grow up and Prowl couldn't blame them for being upset that the bot that they had known since he was a sparkling was in the clutches of Megatron. And the fact that Bumblebee's upgrade party had obviously been cancelled in the wake of his abduction, only punctuated their pain even harder. Prowl could however blame them for their own stupidity as he had already had to talk down more than a dozen half baked plans by vengeful bots to storm the Deception base to rescue him.
And that didn't even take into account the fact that on top if all his usual dutuies, both The Ark and MacCadam's base's locations were no longer secret so the Autobots needed to find a new acceptable place for them to establish a base.
Something that would benfit from the expertise of their head of special opperations. But Prowl hadn't seen Jazz since they had gotten Ironhide's message.
When he did finally see him, Prowl wasn't even looking for Jazz. He had been standing guard inside the hanger to stop anymore foolish rescue attempts when the spy strolled straight past him to the hanger door as though he was simply going on a morning walk.
"Where have you been?" Prowl demanded.
"Preparing for the mission." Jazz said with a suave smile as he pulled the release lever for the doors.
"What mission?" Prowl asked, yanking the lever back up.
"To rescue Bumblebee."
Prowl resisted the urge to sigh. His processor had determined that now that Jazz was a commander, he would be unlikely to ignore direct orders. Clearly he had been wrong.
"You can't go." Prowl told him. "I never signed off on-"
"What if it was Bluestreak he had taken?" Jazz interrupted, his smile turning predatory. "What would you do?"
"I would do what was right."
"This is what's right!" Jazz protested.
Prowl wasn't doubting that. Of course they needed to rescue Bumblebee. Prowl hadn't had many interactions with the young bot himself, but he had heard others talk about how kind and full of joy Bumblebee was. And nobody deserved whatever fate Megatron was currently dealing to him.
But that didn't mean that they could go rushing off to fight the Nemesis without an actual plan. And that being the ward of the Prime could not mean that Bumblebee should receive any special treatment. Their recourses were already so low. The Autobots could not afford to attempt a mission where they could loose more lives than they would save.
"Listen." Jazz said, once again interrupting his train of thought. "If I don't go then Prime is going to end up marching down to the Nemisis himself and we both know that wouldn't end well for anyone."
Reluctantly Prowl had to concede that Jazz had a point. In Optimus's state it only a matter of time before their leader did something drastic and trying to fight Megatron in his condition could only result in their Prime's death.
Prowl fought back a sigh. The Autobots were left with no choice to have to send someone before that happened.
"Why not send one of your agents instead?" Prowl suggested.
"Because Mirage and Hound still hasn't been cleared by Ratchet and even if they had, I'm the only one who has a shot of infiltrating the Nemisis and coming back alive." Jazz stated and Prowl knew that he was telling the truth.
"We cannot afford to loose another commander so soon after Blackout."
"Look if I die you can just replace me with Mirage. But if Bumblebee dies, Optimus will never recover and we will loose the entire goddamm war."
Prowl's computer couldn't argue against the truth of that potential outcome, nor could it come up with any alternative solutions. Reluctantly, Prowl released his hand from the lever. He watched as that predatory smile turned genuine as Jazz pushed it down.
"Don't do anything stupid." Prowl warned.
"Bumblebee's life is on the line." Jazz said, his smile gone and voice deadly serious. "I won't."
Prowl was about to turn away when he heard Jazz say his name.
"Prowl," Jazz's voice was so quiet, Prowl wasn't entirely convinced that his audio receptors hadn't imaged it. "Thank you."
But before he could ask the spy what he was thankful for, the door was closed and Jazz was gone.
Finally releasing his sigh, Prowl commed the twins to guard to door in his absence as he marched back to his office to officially sanction the mission.
On the way he walked past Bluestreak's new dorm. It was the first time that his ward had been given her own room having previously shared Prowl's quaters whilst growin up on their old bases.
Seeing as Bluestreak had made quick friends with Bumblebee, Prowl decided it would be best to check up on her.
He knocked on the door, and it wasn't long before she beckoned him inside.
As a new recruit Bluestreak had no option but to share. Fortunately, whoever her roommate was, at leats they were neat. Bluestreak appeared to have taken the bottom bunk situated against the right hand wall. Her collection of plush toys were piled at the end of the berth and the string of crystal shaped lights from their old quarters was hung on the ceiling of the bunk above. The few memorabilia that they had been able to save from Praxus was placed along the shelf besides her head. This included a photo of her family alongside a selfie she had taken of her and Prowl. Bluestreak herself was currently sat cross-legged on the bed, a banner strewn across her legs.
"Are you alright?" Prowl asked her.
"Oh I'm fine!" She beamed, "What do you think? Did I do the animals right? This was the only yellow Sunstreaker had!"
Bluestreak held up a banner covered in a golden yellow paint adorned in small flying organic creatures that read Happy Upgrade Day.
"It is very well painted." Prowl said in honesty, as the words were all evenly spaced and painted neatly within the lines, even though he wasn't sure what to make of Bluestreak's smile. "What is it for?:
"Well they've cancelled tonight's party so I thought I would get started decorations so that we can throw an even better one for Bumblebee when he gets home!" Bluestreak said as though it was obvious.Â
Prowl didn't know what to say to that. Bluestreak's optimism had always been one of her greatest strengths and Prowl found himself unwilling to tamper it.
"Have you sent a rescue party yet? Do you need volunteers?" Bluestreak asked.
"Jazz is already enroute." Prowl told her.
"Thats good." She nodded, turning her attention back to her painting, adding stingers to the black and yellow striped creatures. "Jazz is the best spy we have."
"Yes he is." Prowl reluctantly conceded.
He had learnt to put his trust in Jazz during the battle. Now, for Bumblebee's sake, he would have to put his faith.
Prowl just hoped that it would be enough.
#transformers#jazzprowl#prowljazz#jazz#prowl#transformers jazz#transformers prowl#bluestreak#jazz x prowl#bumblebee#tf jazz#iridescent
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pathetic butch scout anon back again. scout is a top 2 me and it doesnt matter because he doesnt get any game except me id see him and decide that i was going to suck his entire dick into my body pussy ways and give him the best ride of his life. this isnt me pushing my scout agenda either it would be mediocre for me i know this but i dont care okay. the heart wants what the heart wants
I want to study you. I'm rarely the one saying that line but I want to study you
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Since in "Glory of the Sea" we learned that for Callen's bachelor party they might be cave diving in Mexico, and we that know how eventful the last two trips to Mexico were, could you write a fan fic in that the guys get into trouble in Mexico - again?
Maybe a Strip Club Would be Safer
âAre you really sure you want to have your bachelor party in Mexico?â Deeks checked, not for the first time. Heâd asked when Sam first suggested it, then again when they arrived at airport, and now, as they grabbed their bags from the rental car.
âAbsolutely,â Sam said. Callen gave a less enthusiastic shrug, still not fully onboard with the idea of a bachelor party. The couple beers heâd had on the flight over had helped some though.
Behind him, Eric had just removed his own luggage, and rolled it over to stand between Callen and Deeks. He had of course made the time to participate in the festivities, flying in a couple days early to get everything settled. Heâd even got them upgraded to first class (sometimes being Rick was awesome).
âI mean, itâs not like weâre here in any official capacity,â Eric reminded them with a shrug. âWhat could possibly go wrong?â
âOh, I wish you hadnât said that.â Deeks winced, throwing his head back with a sigh.
âRelax, Deeks. Weâre just tourists, here to enjoy some cave diving with my man.â
âAnd I found some interesting clubs we can check out,â Eric added.
âUh, I promised Anna thereâd be no strippers involved during this bachelor party,â Callen spoke up.
âShe had to specify?â Deeks asked, surprised that Anna would worry about Callen wanting a last night of society approved infidelity.
Callen shook his head. Nah. Anna doesnât care, because she knows thatâs not really my thing. But itâs the excuse I gave Arkady when he mentioned his plans to book an exclusive Russian strip club.â
âI believe the preferred term is âexotic dancingâ or gentlemanâs club,â Deeks felt the need to point out.
âAs youâve mentioned before.â Sam shot him a speculative look.
âAnd Iâm offended that youâd think Iâd suggest any place like that.â Eric actually did seem mildly offended.
âSorry.â Sam patted his back. âSometimes I forget that under all the luxury cars and faux leather, youâre still the same old nerd.â
âThanks. I think.â
âOk, Iâm fine with a club or whatever, as long as itâs not too crazy. This is supposed to be relaxing.â
âNo, itâs supposed to be fun,â Sam corrected him. Deeks thought he looked a little severe for someone promoting fun. âNow, lets get to the hotel before they give away our rooms.â
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After checking into their hotel, they ate lunch at a little cafe that Eric found while scouting out local attractions. Deeks knew Kensi would be jealous that she missed out on the authentic cuisine.
They spent the the rest of the afternoon and evening exploring the area. It was interesting being a tourist for a change, with no set agenda in mind other than having fun. Fortunately, Sam and Deeks had carefully selected a part of Mexico theyâd never encountered during any investigations, which turned out to be slightly challenging after all these years.
From there, Eric dragged them to one of the clubs he mentioned. There werenât any strippers, but lots of tequila and karaoke.
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âWhy the hell did we have to get up so early?â Callen complained, glaring at Sam as he happily drove an SUV down the highway.
Sam had come knocking on Deeksâ room room at 6am. Fortunately, Deeks hadnât drunk very much, but he needed more than three hours of sleep to function.
âBecause itâs a two-hour drive to the caves, and our dive starts at 9,â Sam replied evenly.
âI guess it would be stupid to ask why you felt compelled to schedule it so early?â
âMorning is the best time to go cave diving.â
âYouâre making that up.â Turning to look in the back, where Eric was happily tapping on his phone, Callen frowned. âHow are you even conscious, Beale? You drank more than all of us put together.â
âBeing a high-tech business man comes with some odd hours, and the need for a high tolerance,â Eric explained, taking a long drink of the strong espresso heâd picked up before they left.
âUnbelievable,â Sam said.
âAlright, who wants to play the ABC game, Mexico edition?â Deeks asked a few minutes later. He needed something to pass the time. âI should warn you, Kensi I play this all the time.â
âNo,â Sam said at the same time Callen called out,
âAmor!â He pointed to a large, purple sign that advertised a club of some sort.
The game kept going for the next hour, until they came upon a quaint-looking restaurant. Sam reluctantly agreed to stop for refreshments, since they were running ahead of schedule.
A friendly young woman, named Danita, who reminded Deeks a little of Rosa might in ten or so years, served them little cups of coffee and fresh omelets. There were a few other patrons sitting at the rough wooden tables, who looked like regulars based on their conversation.
Deeks headed to the restroom, feeling full, considerably more awake, and ready for some underwater exploration than he had half an hour ago. He should have known it would be too good to be true.
As he walked back into the small dining room, Deeks saw two armed men standing over Sam, Callen, and Eric.
Yeah, they definitely werenât getting around to cave diving today.
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A/N: Yes, there will be a part 2. Hope this is ok.
Thanks for the prompt!
#ncis la fanfiction#g callen#marty deeks#Sam Hanna#eric beale#some humor#a little danger#ejzah fanfiction
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A new best friend chapter 2
A/n: new plan to keep up my one post-a-day quota I'll post a chapter of this (If I have it ready)
Part 1
You did your missions as usual. Or as usual, as it could be. You kept thinking about talking to The Collector again. Your brain had just fully comprehended what happened. Once you finished your missions it had gotten dark. You reported your success to Belos and then entered your room. You hopped onto your bed and attempted to go to bed. Â
No matter how much you tossed and turned you couldn't fall asleep. You got up and started walking the Coven halls. While it wasn't prohibited to be awake this late, there was a time you had to wake up. Which resulted in almost no one being up that late. Your eyes kept wandering to the room the Colltor was in. Each time you shooke your head trying to distract yourself. You grabbed a cup of water a slowly sipped from it.Â
"What are you doing up?" You jumped at the sudden voice. You shot your head to where the voice was coming from. You saw the Golden Gaurd standing with his arms crossed. "There's no rule I can't. Why are you still wearing your mask?" He took his mask off. "I just finished a mission." "Ah. you should probably start trying to sleep." "Was on my way." He said and started walking. You looked at him confused. "Must've had a long day you thought." You started walking back to your room.
You lay down and, unsurprised you still couldn't fall asleep. Your mind was filled with thoughts of the promise you made to the Collector. "Should I just do it right now? He seemed pretty anxious... But he's probably asleep. Wait. Can he even sleep?" You just kept your eyes shut until sunrise. Once you heard birds start chirping you got up. You rubbed your eyes. You looked at your clock to see what time it was. 5:00. Whatever you decided to just get up. While you were getting ready you just mentally prepared yourself to fail most of your missions and gain a few scars.
You stretched and walked the halls. The earliest you can get missions for the day is 5:30 so you decided to clear your mind and finally talk to the Collector again. You went back to the room you first found them in. Before entering you quickly looked around. After you were sure the coast was clear you opened the door. "Yoo-hoo! Anybody here?" You called out. The Collector appeared. "You really came back!" He yelled in excitement. "Shh please be quiet. Other people are sleeping." The Collector just looked at you confused but decided to listen to you anyway.Â
"So what's with this mirror thingy?" You pointed at a circular piece of glass with a crescent moon shape on it. "That's what the Titan trapped me in!" "Would you be free if you broke it?" You asked picking it up. "No no no- Don't do that! I'm not sure what it would do but it would probably make me disappear forever!" You quickly put the mirror down. "Why do you look so tired?" The Collector asked. "Because I didn't sleep." "Wha- Don't mortals need to do that?" You laughed, "Haha! Yeah." The Collector looked confused. "Anyway- what's on your agenda today?" "What?" "Like your missions!" "Oh I don't get those until 5:30." You explained.Â
"Hmm, Would've thought Belos would want you to get missions done as soon as possible." "It's probably so he can get everything in order first. Also so we're not too tired, which I am. So I'm trying to get ready to tell him I failed." You said with a clear nervous tone to your voice. "Welp, it can't be helped! But you seem to already have quite a few scars.' He pointed to a scar on your leg. "So you probably know how to patch yourself up."Â You gave a forced smile"You're right," You got up, "I need to get going, to get my missions." "Okay see you after you're done!" The Collector said waving. "Huh? I mean... Yeah, see you later." You gave the deity finger guns and then left.
You left and started walking to get your missions. After waiting for other scouts you finally entered. "May I get my missions?" You asked bowing. Belos started listing off missions and you wrote them down. "Thank you for trusting me with these missions. I will do my best." You said and Belos dismissed you. You exited the room. You sighed, welp there goes any hope of having an easy day. The first mission is to slay a selkidomus.Â
You hopped upon Salty's boat. You told him where to go and he sailed you to said place. Once you got off you searched for the selkidomus. You saw a mother and baby and you paused. "It's a terrible beast. It's a terrible beast. It's a terrible-" You whispered to yourself but stopped once you got close enough. "I can't do it." You sat down, "What if I just lie to Belos? No, he'd be able to tell." You checked your list again. You re-read the mission and it specified he wanted you to retrieve the scales. An idea popped into you're head. You walked closer to the beast and tied vines around both the mother and infant. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" You said you cut off a few of the mother's scales. Thankfully it didn't seem to hurt the mother, but it did seem to piss her off.
You ran away and got rid of your vines when you thought you were far away enough. Well turns out you were wrong. Suddenly a huge shadow loomed over you. The selkidomus seemed ready to attack. You quickly wrapped yourself in an abomination goop and teleported onto the ship. "Salty start leaving!" You commanded. He did as he was told and left as soon as prompted. You sat down and felt like passing out. Using that much magic wasn't wise.
The day continued similarly avoiding death by the skin of your teeth. And then you failed two missions. You felt your heart sink to your stomach. While it was rare it wasn't unheard of for you to fail two missions. But to do it a day after you failed a different mission? Yeah, you're fucked.
You stood in front of the throne room door, your fist trembling above the wood. You gave three quick knocks on the door. "Enter." You heard the emperor call out. You entered shaking violently. "May I speak?" You asked. "Proceed." You dropped off the scales. "I have received the scales, I have done most of what you have told me to do." "Most?" Belos asked sharply. "Yes, sadly two wild witches got away." Suddenly there was a harsh stinging pain in your arm. You bit your lip to stop yourself from crying out and clasped your hand over your arm. "I hate to do this, but you can't keep failing. You have to know your failures have consequences." "I und-understand." You coughed out. "You are dismissed. You nodded and left.Â
As soon as you were out of the throne room you ran to your room. You saw scouts look at you with sympathy. You half-hazard disinfected your wound and wrapped it up. You stared at the ceiling blankly and closed your eyes. Which caused you to drift off to sleep.
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Jimâll Fix It to deceive you - The Reckoning TV series (2023)
As a child of the seventies, my eyes tuned in to Jimâll Fix It like two full moons. I thought it was brilliant. The letter-writersâ deepest under-ten wishes felt like my wishes too. The innocence of the neatest, most practiced handwriting: the full stops, the trust and the hope, all written to dear uncle Jim. The show was a highlight of Saturday night. I was fascinated by Jimmyâs special chair with the drawers and the gadgets, and of course, the badges. âYour letter was only the start of it!â sang the theme tune, and Iâd sing along, knowing all the words, and watch as he made dreams come true: a young boy got to meet K9 from Doctor Who, a girl got to sing with Amazulu, another girl got to dance with Bonnie Langford, a boy went up in a plane, another boy was chauffeur-driven in a Rolls Royce. From time to time there was a school or a group wish, such as that of the cub scouts.
Some of the most iconic Jimâll Fix Its featured the scouts. One highly unique wish was for a pack to ride The Revolution rollercoaster whilst eating their lunches. I remember vividly rolling with laughter on the carpet at home as bottles of milkshake and orange juice spilled over their heads, a cream cake got mashed in a face and crisps went flying. I looked it up on youtube the other day. As I watched I thought this sort of thing wouldnât be allowed now, would it? At surface level the risk of choking wouldnât pass the health and safety regs.Â
If only that had been the only worry.Â
In 1976 another cub scout pack wrote in asking to race milk floats at Brands Hatch. After the studio shoot Savile took nine year old Kevin to a dressing room and asked him, âDo you want to earn your badge?â When I watched this haunting reconstruction in The Reckoning played so terrifyingly by Steve Coogan I felt physically sick, again and again throughout, as virtually every scene was predatory Savile looming over a victim, his eyes calculating, searching and landing quietly on a child. Kevin was nine.
I was around the same age as Kevin when I watched and loved Jimâll Fix It. Now I donât know how to reconcile it. Iâm angry. Savile held those precious letters between his yellow fingers with another agenda. He tainted all those childhood dreams. Worse than tainted, he blackened them. The memory, their memory, their greatest wishes⌠he blackened it all, and it will haunt the victims forever.
People say, you must have known when you watched it - look at him - heâs creepy. I honestly did not know. The man I saw on Jimâll Fix It seemed to love kids, he was warm, avuncular, kind, thoughtful. He asked his young guests questions about their lives, he seemed interested in what they had to say. He made wishes come true then awarded them with the most coveted prize of all, a Jimâll Fix It badge. Jim wore a mask I believed.
I was protected by a television screen. Television was dreams, a land far away full of balloons and dancing and colour and fantasy. Jimmy Savile was at the heart of all of it; he was everywhere at the time, in Jimâll Fix It, Top of The Pops, he was running marathons, on the news, he was raising money, he was standing beside royalty. I wonder now, if heâd been alive during this time of social media, how much further damage he could have done.
It wasnât a wish he granted, it was a nightmare. What he did to the children that loved him was a gross abuse of power that cannot be reconciled. He even roped in his pal Gary Glitter from time to time to grant a wish, both of them trying to kiss teenage girls on the lips in front of the camera. That particular show, Jimâll Fix It, dominated our screens for nineteen years from 1975 until 1994, but Savile had been abusing children since the 1950s. Lots of important people knew about it, and they covered it up for sixty years.Â
I feel an entire spectrum of emotions after watching The Reckoning. It is horrific what he was permitted to get away with. As an adult I am broken hearted for the hundreds, maybe thousands of victims. I wish they could get their justice.
Echoes of Savileâs sinister abuse reach far and wide.Â
Steve Coogan as Savile is a sickening and truthful watch. As for Jimâll Fix it, I was hoodwinked.
Pictured: Jimmy Savile's house in Glencoe and Steve Coogan in The Reckoning
#jimmysavile#steve coogan#the reckoning#jim'll fix it#jimmy savile#kevin cook#cub scout#abuse of power#BBC
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The Difference Love Can Make (A My Hero Academia Story) Chapter Three
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou X Shoto Todoroki X Morrigan Carter (Black!Plus Size!OC) Â
AN:Â Guess who's back, back, back. Back again, again, again. Queen's back, back, back. Tell a friend. No, seriously. Please leave a comment. Let me know what you think of the story.
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A few hours later, Morrigan found herself at her momâs hero agency with Riley and Jordan, being tended to by medics. It was barely ten minutes after Morrigan and Riley managed to deal with the intruders for the cops and their mom to show up. Of course, Nephthys was stressed out and worried when she got the call from Jordan about Morrigan and Riley fighting some guy with phasing quirk and about how cold it was despite it being almost 90 degrees outside. She knew it could only be one villain that has that kind of power.
Cyro-Drive. Quirk - Cryo-phasing. He can freeze anything he phases through be it a wall, car or even people. Nephthys wasnât dumb. She knew about all villains, including those not in the states. She only did that so she wouldnât be caught off guard by anyone, should they manage to get past country borders.Â
Like now.
Currently, Nephthys was in her office, having an emergency meeting with the hero commission or the hero mafia as Morrigan likes to call it. Morrigan wasnât slow. Morrigan paid attention to the news and she paid attention to her mother. Sheâd see how beat down she was when she came home after work and what the news was saying every night. News would say that everything was ok, just some small crimes taking place like an occasional bank robbery or illegal usage of a quirk. But Morrigan knew her moms wouldnât be so run down if it was only small crime, which led her to do some digging.Â
Up until now, there had been reports of break-ins and missing people. The agenda was the same; lights went out in the house and when they came back on, someone was either gone or frozen solid from the inside out and sometimes it was both. She recognized the pattern already and knew what to do. She did scouting for weeks on end in search of his hangout or at least find some of the missing people to finally piece together why one of Japanâs top-priority villains was in the states in her city. The hero commission was doing their best to keep the people calm as the spike of criminal activity by keeping her in the positive light of the media. However, they were getting impatient with her in providing answers, despite her asking for extra help with it. Their answer was always the same; âBringing in more heroes onto this will cause unrest in the city as the people would begin to feel like the cityâs unsafe.â
So instead of telling the people the truth, they rather give the people a false sense of security at the expense of her motherâs sleep?
âMuria, amirite?
Morrigan was then taken out of her thoughts when she felt a stinging sensation on her head. âOw! What is you doinâ, man?â She asked the nurse who puts her hands up in defense, scared of her outburst.Â
âI-Iâm sorry but your headâs bleeding rather profusely.â The nurse stuttered. Morrigan goes to make a response when she sees the head of the hero commission leave her momâs office. Without hesitation, she gets up and walks to her momâs office. She doesnât even bother to knock when she walks in.Â
âMa, whatâs going on? And donât tell me nothing.â She demanded when she closed the door behind her.
âWatch yourself, Missy. You forgot who your mama is.â Nephthys said as she shot her daughter a glare. Morrigan rolls her eyes.Â
âYeah, my momma whoâs apparently ducking my question.â Morrigan sucks her teeth. âMmmcht, why donât you tell me whatâs going on and why me and Riley basically got into a scrimmage with a renowned villain from Japan, mind you?â She crosses her arms.Â
âJapan?â Nephthys and Morrigan look towards the door, seeing Jordan and Riley. âMama, what is she talkin��� âbout?â Nephthys sighs, realizing sheâs basically cornered.Â
âWell, the catâs out of the bag now. You guys are just as involved in this now.â She gestures to the chairs in front of the desk for the girls to take a seat.
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â...And thatâs pretty much where we are so far.â There was a moment of silence as the girls processed the info that was just relayed to them. Morriganâs mouth opened and closed before she spoke.
âSo you mean to tell meâŚbased on what you just told usâŚthat the only major hero in the states that is actively tracking down a national threat to Japan and now possibly the U.SâŚis you. Because God forbid, they actually alert the people so they can stay safe.â
âMorrigan, you also have to keep in mind; Americans are not exactly the smartest. Some of them would actually try to take the law into their own hands.â Jordan mentions.
âAt that point, itâs natural selection. You have to talk that up with the lord, not the heroes.â Morrigan just waves her off.Â
âBut itâs our job to protect them. That even means from themselves.â Nephthys said before she places her forearms on the desk. âLook, I donât like it anymore than you guys do but thatâs how things goâŚuntil now.â The girlsâ eyebrows raised simultaneously.Â
âWhat do you mean about that, mama?â Riley asked.
âWhat I mean is that, thanks to the incident that happened at the manor, Cryo-Drive has now been reported to be fleeting back to Japan. Something about Nephthysâ brats getting the better of him.âÂ
âJust barely. If It hadnât been for Riley, Iâd prolly been a frozen corpse by now.â Morrigan fell back into her chair in defeat. Riley looks at her with peak confusion.Â
âThe hell-?â She paused when she saw the look on her momâs face. âHeck are you talkinâ about? Iâm pretty sure you wouldâve set the house on fire if I didnât drop him, the room was so hot.âÂ
âAnd yet, I couldnât fucking get any real offense in. Granted if I did, I wouldâve set the block ablaze. I just-.â Nephthys recognized that look Morrigan had on her face as she stared up at the lights. It was a look of frustration at herself. Nephthys knew she trained day in and day out to protect those in need and her loved ones. To feel so helpless in the face of a villainâŚ
âAnd yet you managed to get one of Japanâs most dangerous villains to hit the dash back overseas.â Jordan said. âWhatâs wrong with that?â There was a sudden chill in the room as Morrigan lost all emotion in her face.
âHe got away because I thought I was sweet and got big-headed. Yes, I managed to defend myself but just barely. So if I can barely defend myself, how the fuck am i supposed to defend others?â Morrigan asked. âI still got a long way to go and a lot to learn and thereâs no school in America that can adequately train me.âÂ
âWell, lucky for you, you not going to a hero school in America.â Nephthys said. She almost lost her composure laughing when she saw the flummoxed looks on her daughterâs faces.Â
âWhat-?â Morrigan sputters a laugh in disbelief. âWhatchu mean Iâm not goinâ to a hero school in America? Where am Iâm goinâ then?âÂ
âWhat I mean is that I just spoke with your guysâ teachers. After what happened and with Cryo-Drive fleeing back to Japan, the hero commission wants me to travel to Japan to help track him down. Heâs been giving the heroes there the slip for quite some time, even duckinâ All Mightâs grasp. But if I agree to go, I would have to bring you guys along and transfer you to another school. But in speaking with your teachers, Riley and Morrigan have enough credits to graduate early, that wouldnât be necessary. So the only thing I would have to do was apply you two to a hero high school but the only one adequate to take you is-.âÂ
âU.A.â Riley finished. Morrigan leans forward on her head, elbows on her knees as she thinks.
âSo mama, you saying that Morrigan and Riley could attend U.A. after all?â Jordan asked the question that plagued everyoneâs mind.
âIndeed. And you, my dear, would be attending Somei as well.â Nephthys explained. âSoâŚwhat did you say?âÂ
âHell yeah! Leggo!â Riley cheered.
âYeah, Iâm ready to go! Letâs go!â Jordan cheered as well. Nephthys then looks to Morrigan who hasnât moved from her position.Â
âMorrigan? What about you?â There was a few minutes of silence before Morrigan sighs, leaning back into her seat.
âHow longâs the flight?â
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Again, on paper, this idea is not foreign to me, and I'm on board with the fight, wherever it takes place. I just really have to emphasize that it's THIS GUY.
This snoozy bag of meat, hair and bronzer who poops in his sleep and has the Adderall sniffles all the live long day is 100% THEIR GUY. Their idea of strength, of virility, of masculine empowerment. The clownshoe who went to the Boy Scouts and bragged about the fuckboat he used to own. Who said to Native American codebreakers being honored that "we call Elizabeth Warren 'Pocahontas.'" The dude who drives his golf cart onto the green even though it's 8 fucking steps. This yawning chasm of need whose fucking dick misfires are all embroiled in criminal empires across the fucking globe.
I always imagined, even as an adult, that if we ever had a villain who had not one redeeming quality, they at least would have an ounce of poise, of physical and oratory charisma, who weren't wheedling, whining cowards who've never had to wipe their own ass or drive anywhere. That they wouldn't somehow live in gold-lined rooms and make jokes about fucking their daughters.
Lex Luthor wasn't a rapist. Dr. Doom could command a crowd, was a skilled orator. Darkseid was actually physically strong enough to command an empire. Baron Harkonnen at least inherited an empire and had an army of true dissemblers. Every sad sack and spineless bag of wet cat shit and chinless, groveling racist shitshow who enables THIS rodent-coiffed diaper load to act as though he's untouchable is throwing themselves behind this fart-powered embarrassment of a human being.
I don't know why I expected better.
I assume if you've been my friend or followed me long enough, you know on what end of the left spectrum I fall on. Not quite anarchist, but truly of the belief that the people in power should do for the little people what they can't do for themselves. Democratic socialist on my worst days. But at the end of it, that the people ARE the power, that capitalism is unsustainable, that we need to provide for one another, ultimately.
But no agenda, no plan, no help for what's right and good in the world, has ever come from ceding more ground to actual fascists with an actual fascist intent: less for you, impunity for me and my pals, active pogroms for the marginalized. March of 1933, the Enabling Act becomes law in Germany, giving whoever was in charge executive power to create laws and defy them at his own will. The passing of the act shifted Germany, officially, from democracy to dictatorship. Within 6 months, Germany was a 1 party state.
We can do this, because we have to.
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I know politics has always been corrupt, but it used to be a story would come out of nowhere on how some politician fucked a Boy Scout he keeps in his basement and shock the masses with an "oh my." It would flutter about and then blow away in the news cycle being replaced by a story of child prostitution and pizza. Now we don't have to wait - the Republicans will being us graft and corruption daily on such a scale it makes it hard to keep up. Just when a distasteful morsel has lost it's pungency here comes a Rep giving hand jobs at the theater; while vaping something in a state where pot is legal. What a wonderful affirmation of the pursuit of happiness and Manifest Destiny. America is great again.
But hold on! It's going to get even greater. The House GOP, under oath to uphold the Constitution, is treating Trump as President, believing he won the contested stolen election of 2020 sharing whatever intel they have with him and getting ready for a triumphant return. Isn't this treason? They are following a person responsible for the worst day in Washington DC's history and look at the Democrats as if they were mad zealous prosecutors intent on a conviction.
Having long sworn off fact after the discovery of alternate truths, the delusion is deep: multi-layered and confusing contradictions that actually are a part of the theory as to throw you off your path. They didn't because they did and then they didn't do it again because it wouldn't always be possible or something to that affect.
We have a problem.
Traitors have infiltrated the Government and buck the agenda of it's President and policy makers to prepare for an authoritarian regime that would end America as we know it. It has always been far from perfect, but to intentionally divert the path for ill means and oppression of the masses with a religious agenda as unconstitutional as Trump running again they march onward through the xenophobia.
December 18, 2024, 179 congressional Republicans signed an amicus brief to the U.S. Supreme Court in support of Donald Trumpâs legal battle to remain on the primary election ballot. These who have sworn to uphold the Constitution and protect it from enemies foreign and domestic have decided instead to hand it over to the worst of the worst and give Vladimir Putin a shot at a seat at the table. Russian oligarchs have been funneling cash and trinkets to Republican lawmakers for their seat at the table since at least 2014. Reluctance to help Ukraine is no doubt influenced by Trump's will. It's treason.
I'm flabbergasted. I know there are fixes in the Constitution - fail- safe checks and balances to right the ship of state - but they have to be presented. Someone has to introduce the measures to save the Constitution. In this partisan dystopia the wait could be long. Our own government has rebels that have turned traitor.
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Chapter 22- Battle Plans
âOur scouts have discovered a large army approaching the city,â said Goy, gravely. âAn army of Zadakine.â The Nymus and Tsung-Dao around the table all looked at each other with concern. âThey are bolstered with a great many mercenaries,â Goy continued,â Junlocks, IvosâŚand Golta.â Goy looked to Shogun, who did not react. On the table surface were laid out various maps of the city and the surrounding area, with wooden pieces highlighting various key positions. âWe estimate their numbers,â said Goy, âto be around fifteen thousand warriors.â âThat is impossible,â said Ret-Far-Sisâ translator, with less emotion than the Representativeâs expression and furious gesturing suggested. âHow could such an army have been assembled and travelled here so quickly? They must have started preparations months ago.â
âPerhaps,â said Goy, pondering, âthe army was intended to occupy the city once they subverted the government. It validates everything I was warning aboutâŚbut letâs not dwell on that. We must deal with the situation as it stands. Everyone in the city is in danger. Nymus, but also other residents. Including the Tsung-Dao.â Goy looked to Shogun again, who once more gave no reaction.
Goy paused for a moment, and then continued. âIâm mustering all available forces, and there are Ivos residing in the city who will provide mercenaries to bolster our troops further.â There was another pause. âShogun,â he said finally, âCan we count on the support of the Tsung-Dao in this battle?â Shogun seemed to consider his answer, looking to Shan-Zu and Tal-Wong who flanked him.
âIâll provide you with what help I can,â said Shogun finally, âBut we have our own concerns.â âIs that meant to be FUNNY?!â Goy yelled in outrage, and then quickly regained his composure. The Nymus around the table looked uncomfortable, but the Tsung-Dao remained as stoic as their leader.
âWhat I meant to say,â Goy continued, trying to keep his voice calm, âIs that Zadakine are not the only threat. The Golta no doubt have their own agenda.â âWhat he is getting at,â said Ki, leaning on a pillar at the back of the room. âIs that you, Shogun, provoked the Golta by attacking them. While the Zadakine are coming for revenge upon this city, the Golta are likely here for revenge on you.â âYou donât know the Goltaâs motivation,â snapped Shan-Zu, âThey might just be mercenaries fighting for money.â âOh, I have no doubt the Golta are getting paid well for their services,â said Ki, âBut I think we can safely assume gold isnât their only motivation in this.â Shogun raised a hand to Shan-Zu to restrain herself, and she lowered her head.
âI will discuss the situation,â said Shogun âand make a judgement.â
Shogun turned and departed, the other Tsung-Dao following him.
Sul-Gee-Von looked to Goy in outrage.
âThey canât just leave!â she protested, âStop them! Stop them at once!â âWhat are you suggesting I do?â said Goy, in irritation, âArrest them until they agree to defend the city?â
Shogun walked into the hallway and then turned to Shan-Zu and Tal-Wong. âI wonât back down from a battle,â Shogun said sternly, âbut this isnât the only threat we face. I want you to take a quarter of our warriors, and return to our homelands.â Shan-Zu and Tal-Wong both looked shocked. âBut sir,â said Tal-Wong ,âI am ready to fight for you till the end!â âIndeed,â said Shogun, âbut once this battle is over, there will be more to be done. Our people cry out for leadership and justice in these dark times. We need to rally warriors who are ready to fight and push back against the coming darkness. You will go and gather all those who are ready to fight to my banner. Our people's will is strong; it is only weak and cowardly leaders that have led us astray. We must awaken their fighting spirit once more.â âIt will be done,â said Shan-Zu. âI swear it.â âSo will I!â said Tal-Wong, urgently. âI will gather as many warriors as possible!â Shogun gave a confident nod to his warriors. âPrepare to depart. I have a battle to prepare for.â
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